#Deacy snapping his picks lol

[queeninstilettos]

That part in the Wembley 1986 concert where Deacy keeps snapping his picks. Nothing else

and that little thing at the end. Nice

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Moments with mini-angel; Roger Taylor

*Author’s note*

Here we go guys I managed to FINALLY finish off the last part of my Moment’s with mini-angel chapter and here we go with the most lovable member of them all, ROGAH TAYLAH!!!!!! Now this was is prob. my FAV part of the series but also the toughest to write cause I had established throughout the entire Rock Angel series, that Roger and you reader-chan as the RA have this SPECIAL bond and I knew I had to try and top that w/baby Kelly (so I HOPE I delivered to long time fans of this series)

So not really any warnings just make sure you bill me your dentist bill by the end lol cause trust me you WILL get cavities from the sweetness that’s in this chap. Enjoy my lovelies ;)

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*New lion cub; Roger Taylor. 4 months old. Surrey, England*

I was rushing around the house trying to get myself ready.  I don’t know why I agreed to do this interview in the first place? I wasn’t ready nor in the ‘physical condition’ to make a public appearance yet.  

I was still trying to lose the post-pregnancy weight I had gained, now all the critics are gonna call me out on even more curves.

“You’re muttering again.” I heard Jack’s voice say.

“I don’t mutter.” I sassed at him.

“Yes you do. You always mutter whenever you get extremely insecure.” Jack came up behind me from the bathroom door and wrapped his arms around me. “Now c’mon, what’s going on in my Rock Angel’s mind?”

“Just…….insecurities.” he sighed heavily.

“This is about the TV interview today isn’t it?”

“Could I possible call in and cancel it? Plus we can just stay here with Kelly.” I suggested.

“No we can’t. Look, I know you’ve been trying your best to lose the post-pregnancy weight but baby you look just as beautiful as before. Hell you look even more beautiful with them. And if some asshole wants to poke fun at them then he clearly has no life than to bring others down. And that is literally a shit way to live.” I looked up at him as cupped the side of his jawline.

“Why are you so good to me?”

“Because if I wasn’t then I’d have the hottest rock band beating my ass all over the world three times over.”

“Well Rog would beat you till the end of time.”

“See there we go!” I giggled softly as he kissed the side of my face up and down. “Funny and sexy. I really hit the jackpot with you.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere Jack Kline.”

“Not true, it got me you.” I turned towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck.  Before I could say anything back to him, the phone rang.  I stepped out of the bathroom and picked up the phone connected to our nightstand.

“Hello?”

‘Hello (y/n) dearie, this is Trudy calling.’

“Oh hi Mrs. Cushing, how are you?”

‘I’m afraid not good dearie. I suddenly fell ill with the flu so I’m afraid I can’t come over and babysit for you.’

“Oh no, I’m so sorry to hear about that Mrs. Cushing.”

‘I really hate to drop this on you at the last minutes but—’

“No, no it is what it is. I’m sorry but it would be better if you stayed home and rest.”

‘Oh thank you so much for understanding dear. I would hate to give the sweet little one what I got, especially with her recent colic recovery.’

“Absolutely yes. Well I hope you feel better Mrs. Cushing, take care.”

‘You too dearie, goodbye.’

“Bye.” I hung up the phone and I turned to Jack.

“Is Mrs. Cushing sick?” he asked me.

“The flu. I told her it’s best she stay home and rest.” He sighed heavily and came out of the bathroom and sat down at the foot of the bed.

“So what do you wanna do?”

“What can we do? Deacy and Ronnie are in Bali, Brian’s busy with his own producing, I can’t even get a hold of Chrissie these days, Freddie said he didn’t even wanna come near the house till she was 6months after your little wake up fiasco.”

“You’re never gonna let that go are you?” he said to me with a quirked brow.

“Hell to the no. And today Rory has a doctor’s appointment and Dominique is busy with that.”

“Well you do realize that just leaves…….” Jack trailed off.

“I know. I can’t ask him to do it last minute. He prefers to know ahead of schedule.”

“(Y/n), you know that man would fly half way across the world if something ever happened to you. Remember when that bastard plastered our faces on the front page of every tabloid when we first met. The whole band actually cancelled the rest of their Japan tour just to interrogate you.”

“Your right. I just hope he’s up for it.”

“He is. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he’s waiting outside across the porch right now.” Jack teased as he went up to the phone. He picked up the receiver and dialed Roger’s number while I continued to get ready.

About 15 minutes later, we soon heard the doorbell ring and we both looked at each other.

“Speak of the chaotic blonde devil.” Said Jack.

“Just be thankful Fred isn’t here to back him up, then I’d really be worried.” I said grimly.

“You wanna answer it?”

“No you go ahead, I wanna say goodbye to my baby real quick.” Jack nodded and pecked my cheek and headed downstairs while I headed towards the nursery room.

*3rd Person POV*

Jack walked down the stairs all the while hearing the doorbell ring frantically as well as the loud banging at the door.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “I’m coming Roger, coming!” the second he turned the lock, the door suddenly swung open and in came in Roger Taylor.  Wearing his usual prescription shades and the shirt that (y/n) had named ‘the dad shirt’. The blue with yellow and white lines across it, white pants, and his usual favorite brand of shoes.

“Sorry I’m late Jack, hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

“No not really.”

“Where is she?”

“Which one?”

“Both of them.”

“Up in the nursery—” before Jack could even finish his sentence, Roger immediately charged upstairs and trudged towards the nursery room.  He entered in a calm manner to see (y/n) standing over her daughter’s crib, and baby Kelly cooing up at her mother.

*My POV*

“Hello lovie.” I looked up to see Roger standing there.

“Hey dad.” I said softly. “She’s literally just waking up now. Latest she’s ever slept even though she went to bed at her normal time.”

“Well that’s another thing she got from her mother.” He teased as he came up and stood beside me.  I gawked at him and slapped his shoulder he chuckled softly. “Nah, nah, nah I’m kidding. Well—”

“Dad!”

“I’m kidding. But I do admit you do look adorable when you sleep. Freddie says you look like a cat when you especially curl yourself inwards on the tour bus beds.” I lowered my head and I said down to Kelly.

“My darling baby, don’t you dare listen to any stories your godfather tells you.”

“Yes Kelly bear. Do listen to the stories I tell you. I’ve got loads of embarrassing stories in regards to your mummy.” He cooed down at her and he gingerly bopped her tiny little nose. “And you missy, need to head out and get to that TV studio for that interview.”

“Okay but not until I give you the list of Kelly’s instructions—”

“No need I know everything this cute dovie needs.” He interrupted me.

“No dad please you need to listen…..”

“I did. I remember where you have all the emergency numbers, who to call, where the food and milk is at, how to prepare it. Love I’m not the chaotic young drummer I used to be 12 years ago.”

“No. You’re just older.” He glared at me and that’s when he suddenly tossed me over his shoulder. “Whoa Roger what the…..”

“Ah-ah-ah-ah! No swearing in front of the baby. Now you’re going to that interview and I will take care of everything.” He walked out of Kelly’s nursery with me still hung over his shoulder.

“No stop it! Put me down!”

“Nope not till you get your butt out that door and go that interview!”

“Put me down this is humiliating!”

“Oh come on it’s not as humiliating as New Orleans at Mardi Gras back in 82.” As we reached the front door, he opened the door and set me down and gently pushed me out the door.  He then grabbed Jack’s wrist and shoved him outside. “Alright now both of you go. Leave and we’ll see you on TV lovie. See you later this afternoon you two love you my lion cub, bye!”

He slammed the door shut and we heard the click of the locks.  Jack and I looked at each other shaking our heads.

“It’s like he wanted to get rid of us.” said Jack.

“Like I said, he’s bonkers for our baby girl. But he is right, my interview starts in 30 minutes.” Jack and I walked towards the car and got inside.  I started the engine up and soon we took off out of the driveway.

*Roger’s POV*

I peeked out the window to see them finally drive off and as soon as they were gone, I shot my fist in the air.

“Finally! I thought they’d never fuckin leave. The three other guys get their one on one time with baby Kelly and I don’t? That is a crime in itself.” I said as I raced back up towards the nursery.  “Well no more, this time it’s just us. Me and my little Kelly-belly.”

As soon as I reached the nursery, I could hear the faint sounds of her sad little cries.  Poor little thing must already miss her mummy, well time for god-papa to come to the rescue.  I walked over towards her crib and reached down with one hand and stroked her head.

“Shhh, shhh. Now, now Kelly dear, mummy and daddy will be back soon.” Her crying ceased as soon as she heard my voice, her eyes that once cried small crocodile tears, now looked up at me with curiosity.

Her small brain must’ve soon connected the dots because with the snap of a finger she went from sad to happy as she reached out towards me happily cooing.

“Oh is all that joy for me?” I teased down to her. Her baby laughs echoing throughout the room as I talked down to her, “Is this happy baby all for me?” I reached down and picked her up and held her close to my chest. “God I swear every time I see you, you’re growing like a weed, much like my own little girl. You both need to stop that.” She babbled on. “No you do. I swear before you know it you’ll be walking, talking, graduating school and university, and god forbid marriage. God why can’t you girls just stay small and young forever like this?”

Kelly continued to coo at me and she even gave me that adorable gummy smile.  I smiled down at her before gently readjusting her in my arms so that her head rested up against my shoulder.

“What do you say we fill that tummy of yours up with milk? Hmm? I’ll bet you’re hungry aren’t yah?” she squirmed in my embrace and I took that as a yes.  The two of us walked out of the nursery and I prepped her bottle.

I looked at the instructions that (y/n) had written down when it came to prepping her bottle and as we waited for the bottle to warm up in the warm water, Kelly soon started getting even fussier.

“Oh I know lovie, I know it’s coming though.” I soothed her as I gently bounced her up and down.  After checking to see the bottle was all done, I took it out and walked over to the rocking chair in the living room.  Right as the nipple of the bottle touched Kelly’s mouth, she opened her mouth and proceeded to inhale her milk. “Now, now not so fast. Oi you little piggy, you’re gonna end up sick if you drink too fast you know that.”

I took the bottle away from her for a second to soon hear her do a small and very tiny but adorable hiccup.  I pulled my shades over on top of my head just as I gave her back her bottle.  

God if this is what (y/n) looked like as a baby, then she must’ve been the cutest baby in all of Leicester.

“My sweet little Kelly, you are every ounce of your mother aren’t you? Same eyes, same nose, and I can tell you’ll have her same fighting spirit. You know; when I first met your mother she was a shy one. But she had a kind soul. Even though I’ve always said this as a joke just to piss your uncles off, she actually gave me 1 and 3/7th sugars in my coffee. She really believed that it was for a health problem cause a friend of hers dealt with the same thing. From that day on, I knew I had to protect your mum. Because if she was willing to look after me, I knew I had to do the same for her.”

When she was finally done with her bottle, I set it down on the table and proceeded to burp her.  I had her over my right shoulder and I gently patted her back till finally she let out a burp.  And I’ll say I won’t deny that I was proud to hear that man-like burp come out of her.

“Nice one!” I praised.  I held her out in front of me so that I could get a good look at her. She softly cooed before she soon started making bubbles come out of her mouth with her spit.  I shook my head at her and asked her playfully, “What? You think you’re a soap dispenser?” she just looked at me with those wide, curious eyes of hers as she continued to make more bubbles come out of her mouth.

I popped her bubble spit when she raised her hand and proceeded to touch my face.  Her tiny hand which felt like the same size as a cat paw, soon began trailing down from my cheek to my lips.  She gently gripped my lips into her tiny fist which made me laugh.

“Excuse me Missy, those are my lips.” I said in a smooshed up voice.  She began to laugh thinking it was funny.  “So now what, hmm? You think you can just own my lips huh? Is that it?” she babbled a short response. “Oh you do own them huh? Okay then, you can have them.” I then took her tiny wrist between my thumb and index finger and moved them away from my lips so that I could proceed with a kiss attack.

I first kissed all over her tiny hand, before moving up her arm, to her shoulder before finally reaching her face.  I then followed through by making sure that I as I kissed her, I made those obnoxious kissing sounds with each kiss and giving her the occasional raspberry or ten.

You know they say there is always something that can be precious to us.  In my life I’ve had many precious things, but out of everything I could ever have or own, there is nothing more precious to me than the sound of a baby’s laughter.

The first time I made Felix laugh, it was—god it was indescribable.  It was like—a bell had rang off, but it was so soft and melodic, nothing like from the hard rock instruments I’ve surrounded myself with.  In fact his laugh was the one light musical ring that I would always love and cherish.

And now with my two girls, my daughter and goddaughter their laughter’s are just as melodic if not even more so than Felix’s was.

“I told you. You wanted my lips, then you get all the wet, slobbery kisses you can imagine.” I told her in-between my kisses on her chubby cheeks.  She laughed heartily and I swear it was like my heart was soaring at hearing that adorable little laugh. “You’re a silly girl. Do you know that?” I told her as I held her up in front of me.

She cooed at me as her hand once again reached out to touch my face, this time she rested it against my cheek.  I smiled at her and nuzzled against her tiny hand.

“Do you know just how cute you are?” she looked at me with awe. “Yeah, you are adorable. Just like your mother. Ohh let’s see if her interview has started yet. You wanna watch mummy on the TV?” at hearing the name ‘mummy’ she let out a coo. “Yeah that’s what I thought. Let’s see if mummy is on the telly yet.”

We moved over to the couch and I switched on the telly and turned it to BBC1.  There on the couch was Sally Fields, the young woman who I’ve been in an interview with a few times, charming woman and she asks good questions compared to male interviewers.

“Right thank you to Timothy Dalton for his onset interview for his next upcoming James Bond film, up next we have a young artist who has been making a name for herself in such a short time. The Rock Angel (Y/n) Kline will be here right after these messages.”

“Bloody commercials.” Kelly let out a soft ‘bah’ and I replied to her, “You said it lovie.“ the BBC station played commercial after commercial after commercial.  It just seemed to drag on forever till finally Sally came back on the screen.

“Welcome back. Our next guest rose to fame back in 1981 when she performed in the middle of a Queen concert in Madison Square Garden. For the next 5 years she proceeded to be one of the youngest female rock stars ever to have #1 hits in both America and Britain. (Y/n) Kline the Rock Angel is here with us today, welcome (Y/n)”.  The camera cut to (n/n) sitting right there on the couch.

“Hello Sally, thanks for having me here.” At seeing her mummy on screen, Kelly reached out her tiny hands cooing in awe.

“Yeah you see mummy? Yeah she’s on the telly.”

“Nice to see you here, now I was told you were on a brief hiatus for a while.” Sally told her.

“Yes because just 4 months ago I had given birth to my beautiful baby girl. My first child.”

“Which congratulations by the way.” The audience clapped and she thanked them.

“Can you clap baby girl? Hmm? Clap for mummy?” she reached her hand out and tried to point out towards her mum.  I chuckled and took her tiny hand in mine before taking her other one, “Like this baby girl.” I gently allowed her hands to come together before quickly separating them and then making them come back together again.

She eventually caught on and as soon as she heard her hands make that clap sound, she was in awe as she began giggling that sweet baby giggle and clapping her hands rapidly (just to hear that sound again).

“That’s it baby girl Yay!”

“Now your recent album ‘Mother love’ is quite different from all the other albums you’ve done previously.” Sally said to (y/n).

“Yeah, yeah. But isn’t it always good to mix things up a bit?” That’s my girl.

“Tell me how long it took you to record this album?”

“Well given the fact that I did want to try and get it done before I went on my maternity leave I wanna say—about 2-3months.”

“Now explain the title of your album, where did that come from?”

“Well as I said and from what everyone saw when I made my first public appearance back at Live Aid, I was five months pregnant at the time, and right after the concert I dove right into making that album. I really wanted this album to reach out to mothers everywhere whether they’re senior mom’s with grown up kids, the mothers who have many kids or first time mothers like myself.”

The interview continued on with the same old boring questions so I turned my attention down to little Kelly.  She continued to stare at the telly in awe and she would let out a soft coo every time her mum came on screen.

“So what’s next for you once your maternity leave is finished?” asked Sally.

“Well there’s a summer tour I’ve got planned out and then maybe a new single, not quite sure about that just yet but you can expect me on the road this summer.” Of course she couldn’t reveal it quite yet cause this tour she was going on was a Queen+Angel European summer tour.

“Well (Y/n) it was lovely speaking to you and we can hear in the background your latest song ‘Protecting me’. Now let’s not just hear it but also check out the music video for it.”

“Yes, lets.” It was then the telly showed a funny little edit to now show (Y/n)’s music video for Protecting me (which I helped produce).

The morning went by and soon it was time for Kelly’s schedule naptime.  After feeding her second bottle and burping her, we sat down in her nursery and I was reading her one of the many books that Veronica and Deacy had donated to them that they once read to Robert, Micky, Laura, and Joshua when they were just babies.

As I read to her, she didn’t seem at all tired. She just kept looking at the book then back up at me with them doe like eyes of hers.

“Right, I know. Boring isn’t it?” I closed the book and tossed it aside back towards the reading pile. “I think—you deserve a lullaby, hmm? Want papa Roger to sing you a lullaby?” I adjusted her so that now her head rested against my chest, right over my heart. “Your mummy told me of how when you were still in her tummy, you kicked along to Radio Gaga. Did you know that I wrote that song?”

She cooed up at me as her tiny little hand reached out for me.  I softly laughed and said as I nuzzled her cute button nose with mine.

“Yes I did. You want me to sing it to you?” I slowly rocked the chair back and forth as I softly began to sing ‘Radio Gaga’ to her. Her eyes were locked right up at me as I sang her favorite song.  She was so invested in my soft voice but I could see her eyes slowly drooping down.

Softly tapping my socked foot on the furry carpet beneath me for the two beats that the audience would usually clap to.  Just before I could even reach the second chorus, she let out a yawn before cuddling herself into my chest, gripping the placket of my shirt.  I looked down at her and couldn’t help but smile warmly.

Like mother like daughter.

I sat up and gently placed her back in her crib so that she would sleep more comfortably.  It was then I felt someone take my hand, of course I didn’t need to look down to know just who it was because the moment I felt the palm of my hand being kissed I knew it was (y/n).

*My POV*

After a long morning of interviews (both TV and radio) Jack and I finally arrived back at the house.  Already I could see some of Kelly’s toys out and some bottles hadn’t been washed yet.

“Dad.” I shook my head.

“I’ll take care of the bottles, you go see if he’s at least putting her down for her afternoon nap.” Said Jack as he kissed the top of my head and went to pick up the two bottles left on the table.

I slowly walked up the stairs and as I approached the nursery room, I heard Roger’s soft singing.  I crept quieter towards the nursery and peeked through the door to see Roger rocking my baby girl to sleep as he sung Radio Gaga to her (in a ballad type way, which really surprised me since he was such a hard rock and roller).

Seeing my surrogate father rocking my baby girl and being so domestic it—made my heart melt.  Roger always tried to put up this hard wall and be this ‘heart of stone rock and roller’ the ‘bad boy’ of Queen what with his reputation with the ladies (especially back in the 70’s).  

But now—he’s more mellow, especially when it’s involved either me or his own kids, and now he’s added Kelly to the list of those who can see the true soft-and-fluff Roger Taylor.

As I watched him put Kelly back in her crib, I felt like I could make my move and let him know I was home.  I silently walked towards him then once his hands were free, I took his left hand and lifted it, palm up, and kissed it before clasping my hand over his.

“We saw your interview with Sally.” He whispered to me.

“You proud I didn’t spoil the combined summer tour?”

“Honestly, I don’t care if you admitted it or not. But you should’ve seen your baby girl. Her eyes were glued to that screen the entire time you came on screen.” I felt my heart melt once more as I looked down at my baby girl.

“Thanks again for watching her dad. Especially at such short notice.”

“Hey, you know I’m always here for you. Both of you. I told you the day she was born that I was always, always gonna be there. Even cross an ocean to help you take care of your baby.”

“And give Jack fatherly advice?”

“Meh.” I playfully punched him but he raised his hands in surrender. “Of course, of course. Deacy can give the lovey-dovey side of being a father. And I can tell him how to be wary of the boys that’ll come in the future.”

“You mean boys like you were?”

“Oh now that…..”

“Shhh. Don’t you dare wake my baby girl up.” I shushed him.  The two of us looked down at Kelly to see her still asleep.  I gestured him outside and the two of us walked out to the hallway. After I shut the door, he said to me.

“Now about that comment…..”

“I’m messing with yah. Now go on and head back home, Jack and I can handle this from here now.”

“You sure you don’t need me to stick around?” he gave me those famed blue eyes puppy dog eyes.  I crossed my arms and quirked my brow at him. “Fine, besides Dominque is probably back from the hospital with Rory. Might as well see how my baby girl did on her checkup. And kiss her boo-boo’s if they gave her shots.” I softly giggled. “What?”

“You said boo-boo’s.”

“Oh grow up!” he said as he walked towards the stairs.

“No dad I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that as a compliment. I’ve—never really seen you like this other than with me. This whole domestic side of you, I love it.” He stopped just as he reached the last step and had a soft smile across his face.

“I only reserve that for only the most important people in my life.” I smiled at him and walked towards him and the two of us hugged each other.

“I’m—I’m so glad that I got the internship. You guys have literally been the best thing to ever happen to me in years.” I felt him embrace me back and he said softly in my ear.

“And you’ve been the best thing to ever happen to us. We love you (n/n). So, so much. We’re always here for you. I’m always there for you. Now and forever, my little lion cub.” I snuggled deeper into his shoulder and squeezed him even tighter as he did the same for me.

After that, Jack and I bid him goodbye and he drove off back to his family.  That Roger Taylor, he can be a handful at times, even to a point where he’s the ultimate helicopter dad.  But—his heart’s always in the right place, especially in times like this.

I’m sure after all this, he’s found himself a new lion cub of the Kline clan to call his own.  Of course, I don’t really mind because that’s what the three of us are. A strong coalition of lions.

[metaphorical-love-for-a-car]

Angry Chihuahuas-- Roger Taylor x Reader

Request; “reader comes home from work one day to Roger trashing the place in one of his famous short-tempered, impulsive outbursts after an argument with one of the guys in which some comments/insults made crossed a line and genuinely upset him and reader calms him down” ( @fatbottomedboi )

Warnings; language

Word Count; 2.4k (whoops got a bit carried away lol)

Notes; I originally had a gif of Roger, but then I remembered this one and thought that it was appropriate for the fic

The boys were almost always off in the studio, working on their newest album. With all the hard work they were putting into it, you had no doubt that it would be amazing. You knew how they could be, always bickering about something or another, so you figured that you would pick up a pizza and some wine for dinner. You knew that Roger was bound to be tired and stressed, and you wanted him to have a relaxing night at home.

As you neared the front door, balancing the pizza box in your hand and cradling the bottle of wine in your arm, you dug your keys from your pocket. You were about to stick them into the door when you heard a loud crash. Your heart sank into the pit of your stomach. Possibilities ran through your mind. What if someone broke in? What would you do? A muffled thud sounded from the other side of the door, followed by a shout. You frowned, recognizing the voice. 

You slowly opened the front door, bracing yourself for whatever damage had been done. A bookshelf had been dumped over, and its contents littered the floor. Roger hadn’t noticed you come in. He was pacing like a caged animal, hands in his hair and muttering under his breath. He finally turned on his heel and disappeared into the bedroom. You sighed and made your way into the kitchen to put away the food. You flinched at the sound of something shattering. You had seen one of his tantrums before, but he had gotten better at controlling his temper. It had been a good while since he had an outburst this bad. 

When you walked out of the kitchen, you found Roger kneeling beside the broken shelf. He gathered up some of the books that were on the floor, pushing aside the wooden fragments. He was muttering to himself again, and you managed to catch the tail end of what he was saying. “You’re so fuckin’ stupid. Why are you always ruining-” His voice cracked. Roger brought a hand to his mouth and bit one of his knuckles as if he was trying to keep himself from crying. 

“Hey, hey,” you whispered, quickly making your way to his side. “It’s okay, love. You’re okay.” Roger looked at you with wide eyes that were full of tears. 

“I’m sorry. I fucked up again. I’m so sorry. I-” You shushed him before pulling him into an embrace. He desperately clung to you, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“It’s alright.” You lightly traced random shaps on his back. “They’re just objects that can be replaced. We can always get new ones, yeah?” Roger slowly nodded. “I brought home some pizza and wine. How about we eat and when you’re ready, we’ll talk about what’s got you all worked up. Sound good?” Roger leaned back in order to look you in the eye. The corner of his lips twitched upward in the smallest of a smile. You flashed him an encouraging grin and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “You’ve got the cutest little nose, did you know that?” Roger rolled his eyes with a scoff, and his smile faintly grew. You glanced down and noticed he was hiding one of his hands from your view. Narrowing your eyes at him, you held out an open palm. Roger avoided your gaze as he placed his scratched-up hand into yours. You sighed. “What happened?” 

“I... uh... may or may not have broken the mirror in the bathroom.” A tinge of pink spread across Roger’s cheeks. The poor boy was embarrassed. You pursed your lips and nodded.

“Alright, then. Let's get you cleaned up so we can enjoy our dinner.”

The two of you ate in the kitchen since the living room was a mess. Neither of you spoke much, save for the occasional boring comment about the day, such as “weather has been nice” or “my coworker was an ass today.” It had taken him a while to finally open up about what had caused him to lash out, but you didn’t mind. The last thing you wanted to do was push him. Roger was clearly shaken up, and you wanted to help him in whatever way you could. Sometimes that simply means just being there for them.

You sipped on your glass of wine, eyeing him carefully. He was staring off into space and kept opening then closing his mouth. “Take your time, love. Whenever you’re ready,” you softly told him before placing a hand on his shoulder. Roger nodded, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. Expressing the things that went on in his mind was never a strong suit of his. He chewed on his lip for a moment. Finally, he began to tell you what happened.

The boys were trying to smooth out some of the kinks in one of their new songs, but they could hardly agree on anything. “It sounds like shit,” Roger grumbled, twirling a drumstick between his fingers. He was sprawled out on a sofa. Deacy nodded in agreement. Freddie muttered under his breath before scribbling something down on a piece of paper. 

“Yeah, wonder whose fault that is,” Brian scoffed. Deacy tensed, knowing that a cat-fight was about to break out. Roger sat up and grimaced at Brian. 

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you’re not the easiest person to work with.”

“Fuck off, Brian.”

“Look at you, getting all defensive. You know I’m right.”

“Alright, ladies. Let’s not stir anything else up,” Freddie droned. The other two just ignored his comment.

“You’re not exactly sunshine and daisies either!” Brian opened his mouth, but Deacy interrupted him.

“Neither of you are easy to work with. Can we move on now?” Brian rolled his eyes, plopping down into a nearby chair.

“I’m just saying that we probably would have been finished with the song by now if it wasn’t for Roger’s screw-ups.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. I’m-So-Much-Better! We can’t all be fucking perfect.”

“Brian, you made a few mistakes yourself, so don’t get all high and mighty on us,” Freddie quipped. Brian crossed his arms with a huff.

“Of course, you’d take his side.” Freddie furrowed his brows.

“There aren’t any ‘sides.’ I’m just trying to get you two to stop bitching and get on with it!” 

“Yeah, Brian. Stop bitching already,” Roger parrotted. 

“Honestly, I don’t know how they do it.” Deacy pinched the bridge of his nose. Freddie raised a brow at him. Deacy rolled his eyes before addressing the two that were still bickering. “Surely, you two don’t always act like children? Because you’re both married, and I don’t understand how they put up with the likes of you.”

“I don’t, but I can’t say the same for Rog.” Roger glared daggers at Brian. “I don’t see how (Y/N) puts up with him either. Honestly, I didn’t expect the two to last this long.” Roger got to his feet in an instant. Freddie and Deacy shared a worried glance.

“Alright, Brian, that’s-” Brian plowed through Freddie’s warning.

“I’m just shocked! I mean, given Roger’s track record on trying to keep a stable relationship, I figured they would have fallen out by now. Probably won’t be long before he completely screws it up. It’s what he always does. (Y/N) should just leave before they get hurt.” Roger saw red and started towards Brian. Deacy and Freddie were quick to stop him.

“Fuck you, Brian! You’re not a saint either. Does Chrissy know about Anita? All those secret little rendezvous?” Roger shouted. Brian got to his feet.

“Oh, you want to play it like that, huh? I could make a list of names from your experiences.”

“Shove your list up your ass! That was before I met, (Y/N).”

“But I bet that doesn’t stop them from worrying. The seed’s already been planted in their mind, Rog. They’ll never really trust you.” Roger shook his head. His eyes were stinging, but he wouldn’t give Brian the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

“You’re a fucking ass, Brian. Maybe you and Prenter should shack up. Seems like you’d make a perfect couple,” Roger spat. Brian looked offended at his statement. Roger wrenched himself from Freddie and Deacy’s grasp, purposefully knocking over a nearby stack of papers. 

“There he goes, letting his temper get the best of him, as per usual,” Brian snapped. With a shout, Roger grabbed a nearby chair and launched it across the room. He didn’t see what it hit, but he heard a loud crash. Roger stormed out of the studio, slamming the door behind himself.

Your jaw dropped. The band had fought before, but they had never been this bad. Cupping his face in your hands, you stared into his big, blue eyes. “Roger, I love you so much. Yes, I know your reputation, but that was a thing of the past. I know you’ve grown and matured. I also know that you love me, and because of that, I never have to worry about you.” You peppered his face with kisses. He smiled, placing his hands over your own. “As much as I’m enjoying this tender moment with you, you have a mess to clean up in the bathroom.” Roger gave a dramatic groan. He gave you the saddest puppy-dog eyes, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Right now? Do I have to?”

“Yes because I need to get a shower tonight.” You wiggled your eyebrows, and Roger immediately perked up. You laughed at his reaction. “Is that enough incentive for you to clean your mess up?” Roger smiled before stealing a quick kiss. 

“More than.” As he started to walk off, you smacked his backside, earning a playful glare from Roger. You snorted and watched him disappear into the other room. 

You quickly dashed over to the telephone, dialing up Freddie. You told him that you were planning to hold an intervention and to call Deacy to fill him in. Freddie was wary, considering how the day had been thus far, but he agreed to help after hearing your plan. You chewed on your lip as you dialed Brian’s number, hoping that it would all work out. “Hello?” Brian’s voice crackled through the receiver.

“Hello, Space Boy! I’m planning a little get-together with the boys at our place. You know, pizza and booze, the usual,” you chirped.

“Well... I, uh...” He seemed surprised at your request. “When?”

“Tonight.” 

“Oh, (Y/N), I don’t think that’s a-” 

“Please, Bri? It’s my birthday!” you lied. “I’d hate to not get to spend some time with my favorite boys on my birthday.” He sighed. After a moment of silence, Brian begrudgingly agreed. “Great! See you in an hour.” Roger emerged just in time to see you hang up the phone. He snaked an arm around your waist.

“Who was that, love?”

“Uh, just called someone to help us haul out the old shelf.” Roger nodded, satisfied with your answer. 

It was getting close to the time for the boys to show up. You were a little nervous, but you assured yourself that between you, Freddie, and Deacy, you’d be able to handle it. In order to distract Roger, you sent him on a bit of a goose chase. You asked him to find your “favorite” pair of socks because your feet were cold. Of course, the socks you described were nonexistent, but it would keep him busy for the next couple of minutes.

You practically flung yourself at the door when someone knocked on it. You took a deep breath and put on your best poker face before opening it. “Hello, boys,” you greeted coolly. Their eyes widened as they entered, assessing the damages. Once they were all inside, you slammed the door shut and locked it. “No one in, and no one out. Roger, come here, please.” Brian looked confused, while Freddie and Deacy were bracing themselves for another fallout. When Roger stepped through the bedroom doorway, he froze. Scowling, he wagged a finger at Brian.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’ here?” Roger shouted, already going red in the face. If this was a cartoon, steam would be coming out of his ears. 

“Rog, darling, you need to calm down before your head explodes,” Freddie quipped. Brian crossed his arms, looking between the three of you and Roger.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask your partner?" Roger’s expression darkened.

“Wha’s that supposed to mean, then?”

“Everybody can it before another-” Deacy started. Brian scoffed.

“They lied about it being their birthday in order to get me over here!” Roger’s jaw clenched, and he was about to say something before you beat him to it.

“Shutup! Both of you! Now, sit down so we can get this sorted out. You two are stupid if you think I’m gonna sit around and watch you ruin your friendship.” You placed your hands on your hips and turned to face Brian. “I lied to you to get you over here because we’re having an intervention.” You glanced over your shoulder at the other two. “Freddie, did you bring it?” He nodded and held up a brown, paper bag. “Good.” You eyed Brian and Roger. “Well, what are we waiting for? Sit down, and sit next to each other.” 

They glared at each other but did as instructed. Freddie pulled out a large lump of cloth. Deacy smiled mischievously, causing Brian and Roger to get worried. The three of you managed to get it untangled and presented it to the other two. They weren’t amused. Roger wrinkled his nose. “‘Our get along sweater’?” You nodded.

“Yep, had it made a long time ago. Knew it would come in handy with you three toddlers running about. Thanks for letting me stash it at your place, Fred.”

“Any time, darling. Now, let’s get them all dolled up, shall we?” Freddie excitedly clapped his hands. He helped you and Deacy put the giant, two-person sweater on Brian and Roger, who made sure that their complaints were heard. After several minutes of struggling, you stepped back to examine your work. Deacy grabbed the camera he had brought, snapping a few photographs. 

“Perfect! Now that you two are all cozied up, we can begin our group therapy session, beginning with Freddie.”

“It all started when I was a child,” he began wistfully. Roger and Brian groaned dramatically. Your smile widened. Maybe next time they’ll choose their words carefully.

Tag List; @mothermercuryy @mmmmmitslikeadiseaseson @loveofmychips

[a-second-hand-sorrow]

Eight Days A Week (Brian May X Reader)

WC: 2086

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive content, it gets a bit sad at some points but nothing Heartbreaking

Summary: It’s based on Eight Days A Week by the Beatles lol

A/N: So this is the first in my series of Beatles inspired one shots that I’m doing so I hope y’all enjoy.

BORHAP MASTERLIST

Oh I need your love babe, guess you know it's true. Hope you need my love babe, just like I need you.

October 1976

“Brian, I look awful!” Y/N exclaimed, holding her hands in front of her face as she sat on her bed. Brian clutched his camera, hoping to take a photo of his girlfriend.

“You could never look awful, love. Just give me a smile, please?” Brian said, pleading lovingly to his girlfriend, pouting slightly in an attempt to persuade her. Y/N let out a reluctant groan before dropping her hands, causing Brian to kiss her cheek gratefully.

“Do you just want me like this?” Y/N asked, gesturing to her sloppy hair and the old house clothes she was wearing. Brian smirked and hovered over her, pressing a kiss to a soft patch of skin just behind her.

“You know I always want you. Especially like that.” Brian whispered, a somewhat seductive tone in his voice. He noticed Y/N shiver and his smirk grew at her reaction, but the smirk disappeared when she shoved him off of her suddenly.

“I assumed this photo wasn’t for the private collection, Brian. Are you going to prove me wrong?” Y/N said, raising her eyebrows as Brian picked up his camera, looking at Y/N through the lens.

“Maybe later, dear. For now, just stay like that.” Brian said, watching as Y/N rolled her eyes affectionately, her elbows resting on her knees as she sat cross legged.

Brian took a moment to appreciate her beauty, noting the way her smile always seemed to calm him and as his eyes slowly drifted downwards, he noticed that her lips were a shade of pink that she seemed to own. No one else could lay claim to that colour.

“Y/N?” Brian said casually, watching through the lens as her head perked up, giving him a smile of acknowledgement.

“Yeah Bri?” She said, and Brian took in a deep breath, fidgeting with the lens to mask his sudden bout of nervousness.

“I love you.” As soon as he said those three words for the first time, he snapped the photo, capturing the exact moment Y/N heard them for the first time.

Brian lowered the camera, watching as the polaroid spat out his photo, his eyes flicking up to Y/N until the photo was out of the camera and in his hand. “Brian, please tell me you meant that, and it wasn’t a gimmick for a good photo, because if it was, I will leave you right now.” Y/N said, looking at Brian with a soft intensity only she could muster.

Brian slid across the bed and took Y/N’s hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb across the back of her hand. “I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while I’m just not very good with feelings, plus I thought it would be nice too capture the moment it happened.” Brian said, rambling slightly as his free hand ran through his hair.

He took a deep breath and looked at Y/N, resting his forehead against hers. “Y/N, I truly do love you and every day when I see you, I count my blessings. All I can hope is that you need me, just like I need you.” Brian said, taking deep breaths as he tried to lower his erratic heart rate.

“Look at me, Brian.” Y/N said, placing her fingers under his chin and tilting his head up so they were making eye contact.

“I love you so much, you have no idea. I don’t know what I’d do without you, to be honest.” Y/N said, and Brian let out a relieved laugh, causing Y/N to smile widely at him.

“Oh thank God.” Brian mumbled, pressing kisses to Y/N’s face as his hands sat on her cheeks.

“Now that that’s all over with, how about you and I take some photos for the private collection, hmm?” Y/N said suggestively, and Brian’s face lit up as he grabbed the camera before pulling Y/N into a passionate, almost bruising kiss.

Hold me, love me, hold me, love me. I ain't got nothin' but love babe eight days a week

March 1977

Y/N took in a shaky breath, tears forming in her eyes as she clutched the magazine with a vice-like grip. She glanced down at the cover and upon seeing the low-quality photo of her with Brian and the scathing headline that accompanied it she began sobbing. 

She sunk down onto the cod bathroom floor, her grip loosening as her body became wracked with sobs. Y/N clutched her knees to her chest, her brain full of the hurtful comments made about her in the magazine.

As she sobbed the front door to her flat opened, and Brian called out her name softly, but she couldn’t hear him. The flat was quiet, but Brian could hear noises coming from the bathroom and as he got closer the sounds became clearer, and he immediately knew that Y/N was crying.

Brian gently opened the bathroom door and Y/N’s head shot up, her makeup ruined and her eyes bloodshot from crying. Brian let out a sad sigh and crouched down, wiping tears off Y/N’s face.

“What happened, love?” Brian asked after a minute or two, his hands still cupping Y/N’s cheeks. Her eyes drifted to the discarded magazine and Brian followed her gaze, his heart dropping when he saw it.

“You can’t let this stuff get you down, Y/N. It’s all bullshit, all of it. They’re just lowlifes trying their hardest to ruin people’s lives. You can’t give them the satisfaction of knowing their shit worked.” Brian said, stroking Y/N’s cheeks as he spoke.

“I know, but it’s so hard.” Y/N said, her voice croaky and Brian swore his heart shattered watching the love of his life so broken and weak.

“Can you hold me, please? I need to feel loved right now.” Y/N mumbled, rubbing her eyes and cringing when she saw the makeup on her hands as she pulled them away.

Brian nodded and stood up, reaching his hand out for Y/N to take. Once she did, he lifted her up off the ground and picked her up, carrying her in his arms to her bedroom and setting her down softly on her bed.

He quickly shed his shirt and jeans, crawling into bed next to Y/N in just his boxers. Y/N had taken off her trousers and jacket, leaving her in just the over-sized shirt she had borrowed from Brian that morning.

Brian’s arms snaked around Y/N’s waist as he pulled her flush against his chest, resting his face in the crook of her neck. “You know I’ll always love you, Y/N. There hasn’t been a day in any week where I’ve had anything but love for you.” Brian said, his breath tickling Y/N’s neck as he spoke.

Y/N’s cheeks went pink and she felt herself begin to relax, melting into Brian’s embrace. “You’re too good to me, Brian May.” Y/N said, wiggling slightly so she could roll over and look at Brian, his hair ruffled and his eyes full of love.

“I promise you, Y/N, it’s you who’s too good to me.”

Love you every day girl, always on my mind. One thing I can say girl, love you all the time

August 1977

“Brian, stop!” Y/N said, giggling as Brian picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder before marching into the bedroom, dropping her onto the bed.

“God you’re the worst.” Y/N muttered, rolling her eyes as Brian feigned a look of hurt, pressing a soft kiss to her lips that heated up quickly.

“You know you love it, Y/L/N.”

“Brian, come on mate! We’ve got an album to record.” Roger said, snapping Brian out of his daydream state. Brian nodded, trying to focus back on the work in front of him.

“Sorry Rog. Got distracted.” He said, picking his guitar up and slinging it over his shoulders, plucking at the strings to check that it was still in tune.

“I could tell. You were thinking about Y/N, weren’t you?” Roger said, and Brian’s cheeks flushed as he strummed the guitar, trying to avoid Roger’s gaze.

“Wow, Roger how did you guess? Well, you have this look that you do whenever you’re thinking about her. It’s a weird cross between bedroom eyes and the super excited face you pull when you see a dog in the street.” Roger said teasingly, and Brian huffed, rolling his eyes.

“Ease off, mate.” Brian said, and Roger smirked, shaking his head as he walked into the recording booth and began to fidget with his drumkit.

“You must really love her.” John said, causing Brian to jump at his sudden appearance. Brian put his guitar down, running a hand through his hair.

“Christ, Deacy.” He muttered, and John let out a soft chuckle at his reaction. “I do love her, really. She’s always on my mind and I’ve never felt like this before, which is why I bought this.” Brian said, pulling out the velvet box that held a ring that was soon to adorn Y/N’s left hand.

John gave Brian a sincere smile, pulling him into a brief hug before sitting down next to him on the small couch. “Congratulations in advance.” John said, and Brian nodded, smiling as he slipped the box back into his pocket.

“Thanks mate. You reckon she’ll say yes?” Brian said, and John gave him a dumbfounded look, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Of course she will. Brian, you two are so in love it’s sickening. You’re worse than Veronica and I when we first got together and that’s saying something.” John said, causing Brian to go slightly pink in the cheeks.

“Thanks, Deacy. I really appreciate it.”

Eight days a week, I love you. Eight days a week is not enough to show I care

November 1977

“Brian? I’m home!” Y/N called, shrugging off her coat as she entered their shared flat. 

“In the kitchen, love.” Brian shouted, and Y/N chuckled, nodding to herself as she walked into the kitchen. There she was met with the sight of a beautifully decorated table, two plates of home cooked food and her boyfriend in a well-tailored suit, holding two glasses of wine.

“Brian, what’s all this for? Have I forgotten an anniversary or something?” Y/N asked, pecking Brian’s lips and taking the glass of wine he held out to her.

“Can I not spoil my brilliant girlfriend for no reason? Must I have an ulterior motive?” Brian said, and Y/N laughed softly as she sat down opposite Brian, sipping some of the wine once she was seated.

“You’re such a romantic, I love that.” Y/N said, and Brian gave her a loving smile, the box in his pocket seeming to weigh a ton.

“Please, eat. I spent quite a while cooking so I don’t want it to go to waste.” Brian said, and Y/N immediately picked up her cutlery, clearly enjoying the plate of pasta before her.

They ate dinner and caught up on their days, and by the end of the meal they had moved to the couch, wine glasses in hand. Brian’s free arm was around Y/N’s shoulders as she curled into him, her head against his chest.

Brian took in a deep breath, remembering the reason he had organised the dinner. “Y/N, there’s something I need to ask you.” Brian said, setting his wine glass down on the coffee table and clearing his throat.

“Ask away, darling.” Y/N said, and Brian nodded, taking Y/N’s hand into his.

“Y/N, without a doubt you are the person I love and trust most in the world. I believe the Beatles got it right when they said, ‘eight days a week is not enough to show I care.’ I can’t imagine my life without you in it so, I’d like to ask you to spend our lives together and marry me… if you’ll have me, that is?” Brian said, dropping to his knee and pulling out the velvet box, opening it so Y/N could see the ring inside.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Brian.” Y/N said, laughing slightly at Brian’s relieved gasp as he slid the ring onto her finger.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Y/N.” Brian said, a look of total love on his face as he stared at his fiancée. 

“I love you Brian, but please shut up and kiss me.” Y/N said, and Brian’s look of adoration shifted into one of smugness, gently cupping Y/N’s cheek.

“Your wish is my command, darling.”

[hodgepodge-of-rog]

After Party (John Deacon/Reader SMUT)

Reposting from my old account. This was originally written after Christmas, hence the scene. I HATE slow burns, so that’s why it just jumps right into it. 😂 so porn without plot. Just some good ol hot love makin.

Warnings? Uhm explicit smut?

Kinks: Dom!Deacy(kinda?), praise, creampie, one whole dirty talk, hair pulling, eye contact, rough sex

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Your Christmas was amazing. You and John had joined the band at Freddie’s lodge, having lunch and drinks. Of course not without some ridiculous dancing and Brian taking photos of said dance. The party ended early, as everyone had their own plans for that night. You hugged everyone goodbye, Freddie and Brian kissing your cheek, causing you to blush slightly. “Merry Christmas, everyone.” You smiled before you and John walked to his car, sighing once closing the door after getting in.

“Did you have fun?” John asked as he started the car.

“Yeah! Not sure what Freddie put in the punch, but I’ll be fine.” You chuckled.

John smiled, pulling from the street and back to his own house.

Once you arrived, John leaned over, kissing you deeply. “I love you.” His voice was deep and full of lust, also apparent in his half lidded eyes. “Deacy...I love you, too.” You replied with a slight shocked expression. You had been a couple for a while, and definitely shared your intimate moments, but this feels different. “Let’s go, I need you.” He motioned as he opened his door, you quickly followed.

Once inside, he slowly eased you against the door, looking down at your tiny frame, towering over you with a smirk. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this tonight.” His voice was low, his hands rubbing down your sides, resting at your hips. You blushed looking up at him, the arousal in your eyes as well as you made eye contact with him. “I want you, Deacy.” You say quietly with a bit of breath. Just after, John pressed his lips to yours. He wasn’t rough or violent, but everything he did was deep and passionate. He moved his left hand to cup your face, his other snaking up your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra.

This caused John to push his leg between yours, grinding up against your clit. You moan hard as you press into him, following his motions as he moves his leg against you. “Good girl, Y/N..” He nipped at your neck, leaving small bite marks. You whimpered in response, giving him more reason to push his leg harder into you. “Say it.” He growled against your ear.

You were too busy moaning to answer him, the only thing coming out of your mouth were lust filled sounds. He pulls away just inches from your face. John’s right hand reaches up into your thick hair, yanking your head back to force eye contact with him.

“Say what you want me to do to you.”

His accent was thick, it was almost like a different person. You cried out as he pulled your hair at the roots, your face contorted in pleasure as you looked into his glassy hazel eyes. “P-please..” you shake out.

“Please, what?”

“Touch me John, please!”

You beg him, needing that relief as you feel your clit swell and throb. He moves his leg from between yours, his hand resting on your core, not moving. You whined, wanting him to do something. He slipped his hand underneath your slacks and underwear, rubbing your clit at a quick pace.

Your legs trembled as your shrieked, your hands moving to grip at his arms. “Fuck!” You cried, your aching core bursting with pleasure as he finally gave you what you needed. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Y/N. God, you’re filthy.” Your face scrunched at his words, a gasp escaping after as he easily slid two fingers into you, immediately curling them in a quick, short motion. You felt your knees buckle at the pressure pushing right onto your g-spot again and again. “H-holy fuck, John...” you pant out, your grip on him tightening. “I’m gonna cum, please..” your voice is dry, your breathing heavy as your release approaches.

“Come on. Cum for me.” He continues at his pace, his other hand still in your hair. “Look at me when you cum. Say my name.” He commands, only adding more pleasure to your core. Your body shakes as your orgasm rushes through you, your face twisting in intense pleasure. “John! Oh my God!” You cry out, cumming hard. He lets you ride your orgasm, slowing down as your body begins to relax. His grip in your hair loosens. “Atta girl.” he said before kissing you deeply.

He removed his hand while pulling from the kiss, looking at how wet his fingers were. His brought them up to his lips, licking your orgasm inches from your face. “Delicious.” He said with a cheeky grin. You were too busy coming down from your high to form a coherent sentence. “F-fuck me. Please.” You pant, still catching your breath.

John took a small step back, letting you get some space, and to see how hard he was beneath his jeans. You gasped lightly, just wanting him now. “Since you said please.” He smiled, picking you up bridal style, carrying you to the bedroom, plopping you on the mattress. You were quick to remove your clothes, tossing them aside. John did the same, but slowly, teasing you as he got to his jeans.

“You make me so fucking hard.” He says lowly as he walks towards you, slowly undoing the button and zipper. Kicking them off, leaving himself in his usual tight briefs, definitely tighter now than usual. “Come here.” He demands, standing at the edge of the bed. You sit yourself up, crawling over to him with hungry eyes. Hooking your fingers under the waistband, you pull his briefs down, releasing his hardened cock. Your face flushes, as it does every time you see it. He isn’t your definition of huge, but you were small, so for you, he was perfect.

Tonight, he didn’t want a blowjob. He wanted to be inside you, and now. He stopped you before you could take him in hand, gripping your wrist. “No. Lie back.” You were a bit stunned, but you listened and scooted back on the bed, lying on your back. He crawled up on top of you, settling between your legs. He sits on his heels, looking at your exposed body. “God, you’re beautiful.” The lust in his voice had turned to a soft, loving tone, causing you to blush and smile gently.

He snapped out of staring at you, shifting closer to you, rubbing the tip of his cock onto to your clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet...” he breathed, rubbing you a few more times. “Tell me what you want.” He demanded again, teasing your entrance.

“Fuck me, Deacy..please...” your voice almost sounded pathetic, but you needed him so bad. He then slowly pushed into you, your folds slick enough to not require lube. You both gave a shuttering breath as he slid in until his hips were flushed with yours. He looked at you, waiting for the go ahead on moving. Your face was obvious.

He slowly pulled out, pushing back in again before picking up a slow but steady rhythm. His forehead was against yours, your bodies rocking in time with each other. “Oh my God, John...” you moaned, your hands gripping at the sheets. He was panting, his rhythm getting faster. “God fuck...please just fuck me, Deacy,” you moaned, begging him to just ruin you.

He obliged and leaned back, pulling your hips into him as he began slamming into you. You cried out as he continuously hit your cervix, your face overcome with pleasure. “Fuck! John!” His name fell upon your lips like a chant, your loud moans accompanying it. “Look at me.” He leaned over, keeping the rhythm, but at a different angle. He propped himself up on his forearms, looking down at you. “Don’t look away.” You looked into his eyes, the lust almost completely replaced with love and care.

Your mouths were open, both of you panting heavily as your orgasms crept up on you. “F-fuck Deacy, I’m gonna cum..” you breath out, “Me too...” he replies, your eyes still locked onto each other. Even if you wanted to look away, you couldn’t. You were so so entranced. You could see the concentration on his face as he studied yours, his eyes scanning you. His thrusts began to get sporadic, and with good timing, you too were closer to the edge.

“Cum inside me John, please...” you pant out, your arms wrapping around his. He thrusted a few more times before groaning loudly, his head falling into the crook of your neck. He gave a last thrust, holding himself completely inside you, pressing his hips flush against yours. You could feel his cock twitch inside you, his warm cum filling you. At the same time, your orgasm rushed over you, your walls clenching down on his pulsing cock. “Come on, N/Y, cum for me.” He coaxed you as your hard release surged through you. “That’s it...Good girl.” He panted against your ear, one hand cupping your face.

He stayed in you for a few seconds before slowly pulling out, his cum dripping down onto the sheets. You knew they’d need washing, but you didn’t care at the moment. John laid himself next to you, holding you close. You turned to curl into him, both of you panting and trying to catch a breath. “I love you, Deacy...” you whispered against his sweat glistened chest. “I love you too, Y/N.” His kissed the top of your head, pulling you into him.

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The end I guess lol. Enjoy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Tagging: @rogerscupboard @deacydeacy @deacytits @jondeacon @anotheronebitesthedeaks and others who i dont remember atm i am very tired i’m sorry!!

[gwilymay]

beer bottle blues ➳ (one-sided Brian May x OC)

❅ a "spin the bottle" au of @benhaardy 's "pretty girl" fic - Iris is not my OC!

warnings: one or two instances of swearing, suggestive language, smoking and drinking (lol idk)

word count: 1.7k

A/N: I was reading my old fics trying to get ideas and I as I read the last thing I wrote about a year ago, it reminded me a lot of my friend's (tagged above) fic. so to start out writing again, I decided to kinda rewrite the older fic into this newer one as an au of her fic. I mostly wrote this at 1am and I barely edited - enjoy, hopefully it doesn't suck too bad... the title is already bad lmaooo

also, if you don't know who the oc is, her bg, etc., it won't matter too much but if you want to read more of her go to the tagged user above!

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“Thank you,” Deacy finished his speech with a raise of his glass. He smiled and motioned to Brian, who was due to read next. “And now, if you’ll have Brian May continue on telling you another part of the story.”

Everyone clapped and cheered loudly. Brian took the mic from Deacy and waved to the guests. “Uh, good evening!” He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. He caught Iris’s eye, then Roger’s, and as the memories flooded into his thoughts, the words left his tongue.

⇜

“Ok darlings, we leave tomorrow! Let’s make the most out of now, shall we?” Freddie exclaimed, his band mates filing in through the door.

“I don't even get why you have to leave. Why not just record back at the old studio?” Iris asked Brian as they walked into the living room. They sat on the couch, and Brian took his hands in hers. “I’m sorry, love. Our deal with that studio ended, and besides, Freddie wants time away for some ‘inner peace’.” He squeezed her hands. “Don't worry - Mary will keep you company. You’ll both be missing our kisses, I’m sure,” he joked.

Iris gave a sad smile. “It's just… I’ll miss you so much.” Brian knew she was sincere, but for a second, she glanced at Roger, and her eyes betrayed her deeper thoughts.

Of course.

Before Brian could comfort her, to prove that he was better than Roger, that he could be everything she ever wanted, Romeo jumped up and nuzzled Iris, who smiled and lovingly stroked his fur, letting go of Brian’s hands. Brian internally sighed. It seemed as if, as hard as he tried, he could never replace Roger for Iris.

He leaned back into the couch, silently contemplating. Deacy ventured into the kitchen and returned with an unopened beer bottle, which Freddie grabbed and downed in a second. After thanking a confused Deacy, Freddie clapped his hands together and sat down elegantly on the floor, placing the bottle down in the middle of the rug. “Come, sit with me, my darlings!” Everyone followed, Iris being last. Brian held her hand - he knew she was worried. Iris just stared at nothing in particular, a blank expression on her face. Brian gently squeezed her hand again, snapping her out of her haze. She looked up at him and smiled, but he could tell something was wrong. She wasn't usually like this - the Iris he knew years ago was loud, sarcastic, badass. The Iris now… she was quiet and sad, and always lost in thought. Whenever she was asked if something was up, she’d dismiss it and say she was “just tired.

But he knew it was probably about Roger.

Brian couldn’t forget about their past feelings for each other - none of their friends could. Roger made her laugh and cry, made her love her life then hate herself again and again. Brian even thought she still loved him.

Iris leaned her head on his shoulder, and Brian made himself push his thoughts away. He had to be strong, even when she wasn't. For Iris. For them.

“Everyone ready?” Freddie asked. “Ok, who wants to go first?”

Deacy raised his hand. “Um, what exactly are we doing?” Freddie looked at him with his “are-you-serious” expression on his face. “What a stupid question. What does it look like?”

Everyone blinked. Freddie sighed. “It’s spin the bottle, you pricks, and whoever you spin on has to spend seven minutes in a room with you. Now I’m asking, who wants to go first?”

No one moved. Roger looked around the circle, and when he saw that no one else volunteered, of course, he did.

“Calm down Rog, the girls here aren't for you,” Freddie joked, to which Roger rolled his eyes at, “but maybe you can teach Deacy a thing or two.”

Avoiding a swat from Deacy, a grinning Freddie passed the bottle to a glaring Roger, who rubbed his hands together before he spun it. He took one last glance at the whole group, then twisted his hand to spin the bottle.

Brian looked at Iris, who was biting her lip in worry. To her relief, it didn’t land on her.

It landed on Brian.

“Shit,” Brian whispered.

Roger looked up at him, wide-eyed. Mary pursed her lips, trying not to laugh. Freddie jokingly winked at Brian, reached over behind Mary, and slapped Roger on the back, grinning. Deacy just smiled and shook his head. “At least it wasn't me!”

Freddie led the two men to the closet under the stairs and slammed the door shut. Once the door clicked closed, everyone burst into laughter.

“Well…” Roger said awkwardly, shoving his hands into his pockets. Thankfully, though, the closet was a large storage closet that didn’t have much stuff in it. Roger backed up to make more room for the tall Brian, and they both sat on the floor.

“So how’s it been?” Roger asked him, his usual cool expression back on his face. Brian didn't know what to say. He wanted to hate Roger, for causing Iris so much pain, for being so perfect that Iris couldn't give anyone else as much love as she had given him. But alas, there they were, forced to talk in Freddie’s stupid closet for seven whole minutes.

“Brian? You there, mate?” Roger waved a hand in front of Brian’s face to get his attention.

“Oh, uh, sorry.” Brian cleared his thoughts again. “It’s been ok. Iris and I are going to be seperated, with our recording of the new album, though, so that’s a bummer.”

“Aww, you’ll be fine,” Roger exclaimed, patting Brian’s back, his hand lingering there for a moment before coming back down to pull a cigarette out of his pocket. He lit it, placing the other end between his teeth. He leaned back on the wall, chin tilted slightly up as he took a drag. Brian just sat there. “Um… what about you?”

Roger just smiled, small and sly. “Nothing interesting, maybe a few fun nights here and there but other than that, no.” He took another drag.

Brian smiled but shook his head. “Same old Roger,” he teased. He looked back at Roger, whose expression changed. Suddenly Brian regretted what he said. “Sorry. It’s your life. I shouldn't have-” Roger held up his hand, silencing Brian.

To his surprise, Roger wasn't angry. Instead, he had a sad smile on his face, similar to Iris’s earlier. “It’s ok. I know the rest of you think of me that way. And, well you're not wrong.” He let out a long sigh, smoke escaping from his lips. Hesitantly, he continued, “Ever since I broke up with Iris, I’d had nothing. No one. So, I went back to my old habits. Girls, parties, smoking, buncha shit like that.

“I missed her like hell - if I’m being honest, I still do. God, I care for her a lot… A-and I know you’re with her,” he quickly added. “You probably think I hate you, for dating my ex.”

Surprised, Brian started to talk, but Roger shushed him once more. “But… I chose to let her go. I let her go because I knew I couldn't be good for her. I know she hates me. But she’s better off now, right? She’s with you. You're a much better partner for her, someone more reliable, trustworthy, loyal… and I’m glad it was you she decided to love again. So, um, thank you. Take care of her for me. Promise.”

Roger looked up at Brian, with so much sincerity in his eyes that Brian realized he couldn't hate him. He just wanted what was best for Iris. They both did.

Brian opened his mouth to say something, to tell him thank you, that yes, he would take care of Iris, but the door burst open and Freddie walked in. “Alright darlings, it’s been seven minutes!”

Roger got up first, smoothing down his shirt as if the last seven minutes didn't happen. Brian absentmindedly followed suit, lost in thought. During the questionably long walk through Freddie’s house from the closet to the living room, Brian tried to make sense of what Roger had told him. Was it true? Or was Roger just messing with him? Is he really that big of an asshole? To admit that he still cared for his ex, but also made Brian promise to take care for her instead of him, made Brian feel even more guilty for hating Roger.

Then as quickly as he processed everything, they were back in the living room.

Brian’s eyes immediately darted to Iris, who was staring at something behind him.

It was, of course, Roger.

Trying to forget everything running through his head, Brian sat down next to Iris. He managed to whisper a “Hey, love,” before Freddie’s voice filled the room once more, picking Deacy as the bottle’s next victim.

As Deacy span the bottle, Brian looked back at Roger, who was also looking at Iris, pain visible in his eyes. Suddenly, Roger looked up at Brian, and after a long, seeming endless sad gaze, looked back down at the bottle.

And Brian knew what he had to do.

⇝

Brian snapped back to the present. He felt painful tears in his eyes, but blinked them away quickly as he told the audience about the party and how Iris and Roger fell in love again after years of being apart, not even mentioning his history with Iris.

Because he didn’t want them to know the truth. An important turn in their lives - maybe even the most important - that led to everything that happened after that party. As he finished, handed Freddie the mic, and sat down, he decided to reflect on what really happened.

⇜

Not knowing that Brian was observing her, Iris kept glancing at Roger fricken Taylor, the person who captured and broke Iris’s heart, leaving Brian with small remnants of what was once there.

She still loved him. He could see it in her eyes. She looked like a teenager again. Iris Marchesi, the broken girl whose first love left her behind. Iris Marchesi, whose feelings never faded away.

And neither did Roger’s.

And that’s something Roger would have to tell her himself.

But for that to happen, Brian would have to let go of Iris.

And because he loved her, more than she would ever love him, he did.

He let her go.

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A/N: yikes um i'm sorry if this sucked and barely had a plot pls don’t bully me

[metaphorical-love-for-a-car]

IKEA Saviors-- Queen x Reader

Prompt; “I lost my sibling in IKEA, and I need your help finding them.”

Warnings; none!

Word Count; 1.7k

Notes; I’ve never actually been in IKEA, so there’s probably a lot of inaccurate stuff lol. Also, I’m painfully American and writing with the main characters in England is probably going to be inaccurate as well lol.

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Moving out was one of the most liberating and nerve-wracking things you had ever done. Sure, it was terrifying to be on your own with adult responsibilities to handle, but dear God, it saved your sanity. There was no doubt that you loved your family. You really and truly did, but... they could be quite chaotic from time to time. You snatched up the first opportunity to move out. The only problem was that you needed to buy some furniture for your little apartment. You decided that, after having lived in your flat for about two weeks already, it was probably time to take a trip to IKEA. However, the day did not go as planned.

Your mother called, telling you that she had an important appointment but the babysitter had canceled last minute. She was in desperate need of someone to watch your little brothers. Being the good older sibling that you are, you told her that you could watch them. You thought it would be fun to take the boys with you while you ran a few errands. Maybe the three of you could stop for some sort of treat while out and about. Your mother sounded relieved, thanking you over and over again.

Instead of dropping them off at your flat, she met you at IKEA, saying that it would be easier for both of you. Your mother planted a kiss on your cheek and thanked you once more for babysitting. You waved her off. No big deal, right? Wrong.

John's wife was pregnant, and they needed to get a crib before the baby arrived. When the rest of the band heard this, they all chimed in suggestions. Roger was the one who suggested they all go to IKEA, like a field trip. As Brian and Freddie voiced their agreements, John pinched the bridge of his nose. He could already tell that this was going to be a long day.

The four of them arrived, goofing off as usual. They weren't in the store for two minutes before an employee was reprimanding them. Freddie was sitting in a shopping cart, and Roger was trying to see how fast he could push him. John and Brian had smug smiles as Roger returned to them, leaving Freddie to climb out of the cart on his own-- only for it to dump over with a loud crash. "Quick, run before they kick us out!" Roger hissed. He dashed down an aisle with John and Brian hot on his heels. Freddie scrambled to his feet and followed suit. Their laughter filled the air. It would have been easy to find them if someone were to just follow the sounds of their giggles.

Perhaps you had overestimated your ability to watch not one, but two wild children in one of the most confusing stores to navigate in the history of confusing stores. You were constantly getting on to them for knocking stuff over or trying to climb on top of one of the displays. You were about ready to rip your hair out. "Look, I'll make a deal with you guys. If you can be quiet, not knock anything else over, and not climb on anything else, then I'll take you guys to get ice cream, or candy, or I'll even consider buying you a new toy. How's that sound?" They were bouncing up and down, nodding their heads vigorously. You held your hand out. "It's a deal!" They shook your hand with wide smiles.

You sighed in relief, thinking they were contained for the time being. You could hear them whispering, but you didn't pay it much attention. At least they weren't shrieking at the top of their lungs. Your head snapped in the opposite direction when a large crash echoed through the store. You hummed, wondering what on earth had caused the ruckus. Little did you know that things were about to dramatically go downhill. You turned around to say something to your brothers, only to find that you were alone in the aisle.

You swore and checked around the other aisles nearby. The couldn't have gone that far-- you only had your back turned for like, two seconds! You whisper-shouted their names but received no response. Your heart started to beat faster with each minute that passed. Your mother would murder you on the spot if she found out you had lost the boys. Soon, you were running around the store like a headless chicken. Tears threatened to form as your mind thought of the worst possible scenarios. What if they had broken something and an employee took them somewhere? What if they tried to leave the store without you? What if they were kidnapped?

You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. You told yourself that it was okay. They were just around this corner. As you rounded the corner, you ran into someone and nearly made the two of you stumble to the ground. You gasped and stuttered through multiple apologies. The man laughed, patting your shoulders. "It's quite alright, darling. I wasn't paying much attention to where I was going." It was in that moment you realized who exactly you had ran into. Your head was swimming, not the best moment to literally stumble into one of your favorite celebrities.

"Are you alright? You look a bit shook up." John eyed you carefully. Roger smirked, crossing his arms.

"Probably from meeting rockstars such as ourselves." Brian rolled his eyes.

"Actually, I came here with my little brothers, and now I can't find them," you blurted out. "Do you think you could.. uh-" Before you could even finish your sentence, all four of them were bombarding you with questions. They were asking you their names, what they looked like, and so on. They were going to make damned sure that you found them. They might have been rockstars, but they were still human. They would want someone to help them if they were in your shoes-- especially Freddie, he would absolutely die if one of his cats turned up missing.

Soon the five of you were marching through the store, hunting down the two troublemakers. "Has anyone found them yet?" John called out. He was answered with a chorus of 'no's.

"Where the fuck could they have possibly gone to?" Roger groaned. Suddenly, an idea popped into Freddie's mind. Maybe they hadn't found them et because they weren't thinking as a child would.

"Marco!" Everyone froze, catching on with his brilliant plan. Two small voices answered from seemingly opposite directions The five of you scrambled about. You each took turns shouting, "Marco!" Meanwhile, the others would try to find their hiding spot. Brian crept down an aisle, eyeing an inconspicuous basket nearby. As he moved closer, he could hear muffled giggling. Brian dramatically removed the lid as the child inside gasped. Brian glanced over his shoulder.

"Found one!" He grinned and returned his gaze to the basket only to see the child clamoring out of it. "Oh, no, you're not escaping this time." He picked up your little brother and tossed him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You sighed in relief when you saw the two. A large grin crossed your face as your brother squealed with laughter. Brian set the tike down and knelt to his level. "Can you show us where your brother is?" He shook his head and crossed his arms. "And why not?"

"He told me that snitches get stitches." You rolled your eyes with a groan.

"Of course he did."

John heard someone's shoe squeak on the tile floor. Of course, it could've been one of the others, but he decided to check it out anyways. Better safe than sorry. When he poked his head into the next aisle, he saw a young boy staring at him with wide eyes before taking off. "He's heading towards the bedroom furniture!"

Roger heard John shout and whirled around, looking for your brother. That's when he saw Freddie in the middle of an epic battle with your brother. The two were hurling pillows at each other. "Need some backup, Fred?" Roger picked up a nearby pillow and whacked your brother with it, who in turn let loose a battle cry before hitting Roger with another pillow. Soon enough, the rest of you stumbled upon the scene. Your other brother grabbed a pillow off the shelf and hit your leg with it. You snatched the pillow away from him.

"It's not polite to hit ladies," you reprimanded with a stern look on your face. He sheepishly looked away, which left you with the perfect moment to strike. Brian watched the five of you participate in the childish pillow fight with an amused smile on his face. Someone, though you're not sure who as no one would claim it, threw a pillow square in his face. It was in that moment that it changed from a pillow fight to a pillow war. IT was brother against brother against sister, guitarist against singer against drummer. It was hysteria. John had a slight grimace at the scene.

"Now, let's not cause a bigger scene than we already-" John was cut off by everyone throwing a pillow at him.

"Oh, come on, Deacy!" Freddie sassed. "Don't be so boring."

"I'll show you what's boring." Just as he went to pick up a nearby pillow, everyone froze. John furrowed his brows and turned around to see a group of employees and security guards-- all looking unamused.

"We're going to have to ask you all to leave, immediately." The six of you muttered apologies as you stepped over the mess of pillows littering the floor. The security guards escorted you all out, and your face was as red as a tomato. You started to apologize to everyone but they just laughed and shook their heads.

"Don't be sorry. That was a thousand times more fun than we would've had on a normal shopping trip," Roger said with a wink.

"Although," Freddie interjected. "I do believe that you owe us a drink. You know, for getting us kicked out and probably banned from shopping at IKEA until the end of time."

"And I do believe that you're correct," you laughed.

[sadeyedgoodbyes]

Deaks is playin' hard!

That part in the Wembley 1986 concert where Deacy keeps snapping his picks. Nothing else

and that little thing at the end. Nice