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[imaginesandideas]

Versace on the floor

this is my veeery overdue entry to @queens-n-roses 2k challenge! congrats dear 🖤 you truly deserve it!! 

before we’ll get to it, I wanted to apologise for my recent lack of new content. I’ve had a lot of trouble passing last semester and I think I’m still trying to figure out how to cope with the aftermaths of it all. hopefully it’ll change soon though.

ANYWAY - this one is inspired by Versace On The Floor by Bruno Mars (listening and/or checking out the lyrics is very recommended here). The dress that I had in mind as I was writing, is Atelier Versace, Fall 1995 (as pictured above). Could be read as both Roger and BoRhap Roger, it’s all up to you loves❣️though not gonna lie, that I had late 70′s Roger in mind 👀👀👀

word count: 3,154 (yeah.jpg)

WARNINGS: SMUT (fingering, edging, just the regular), and some swearing; do not read if you’re under 18 please!!!

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Funny how the right dress can make one feel so bold, so unstoppable, so desired. And that’s the way you were feeling that night.

You were looking and feeling like absolute goddess.

How did Roger got it last minute for you remained a mystery, but you were in no way complaining.

How could you. It’s Versace after all.

“You ready?” you heard him yell from the hall as you examined yourself in the mirror.

The gown was utterly mesmerising.

 Essentially it was made from thousands strings of diamonds sewn on by hand one next to the other, thicker around the chest but more even as it went further down, leaving just a little to imagination. Tight around your torso, yet descending loosely at the length of your legs. Perfect in every detail. As if it was taken out of your dreams.

 As for the accessories, you opted for simple beige ankle strap stilettos - something that wouldn’t cause distraction from your breathtaking gown but would still look great. You were wearing your hair loose, in smooth waves to add a bit of old-age Hollywood chic. For makeup, you focused on giving special attention to your eyes with thick, cat winged eyeliner in addition to matte lipstick in a shade of deep mauve. And a dash of silvery highlighter on your cheekbones. 

Again - simple and sexy. Perfect for your well planned party outfit.

 Your gaze fell to the corner of your bed where your fur coat was laid out waiting to add final touch of glamour to the look. It was your most favourite one. Roger bought it somewhere during the tour as a gift for you, and you cherished it like your greatest treasure since. That is, until you’ve found the sparkly Versace dress hanging in the middle of your wardrobe 2 hours ago and immediately fell in love.

 You let yourself drown in the folds of your fur, before spraying some perfume on your neck.

Chilly feeling of the liquid running down your chest to the valley between your breasts sent a shiver down your spine. Tonight was about to be great and you could already feel it.

 Holding your favourite clutch bag close, you stepped out of the room, closing the door behind you. Turning on your heels, you head to the stairs before joining Roger in the hall where he was all dressed up and waiting. Upon hearing your steps he came to see you.

Of course he was impatient. When he first had seen the dress in the window display, he was convinced that he had to get it for his girl.

What he was seeing completely took his breath away.

 In the warm light from chandelier above, you looked like a piece of art, like a shining crystal. His adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably which you did not miss as you looked down from the top of the stairs.

 You’ve never been overly insecure, only given a good reason to, one being surrounded by women of elite level of beauty. But that wasn’t happening tonight, because now you were feeling utterly divine. The only thing missing was a crown, but who needed that ridiculous emblem when you’re living with Roger goddamn Taylor of Queen.

“Fuck, doll.” you heard him mutter under his breath, raspiness of his voice making it sound more like a bold statement. “You look like-“

“A dream?”

“Fuck if only.”

 You were almost sliding off the stairs at this point, making your moves as feline and slow as possible, only prolonging his suffering. By the time you stepped on the last step, his leather trousers became painfully tight and his mouth pretty much watered. What a sight it was to watch him so out words to say. The sparkly outfit fitted you so well it nearly looked as if it blended into your skin. You truly were a walking jewel, gleaming with your every motion. The things you did to him by simply looking like that made you feel even more fierce, vain even.

 You felt his arms sneak expertly underneath your soft fur before tugging you closer to him, closing the distance between the two of you just enough to feel his hot breath on your neck. Your hips met his own in a sharp crash of bodies but he didn’t stop there. He glanced down again, admiring you all the way from your toes, through your ankles and up your legs, stopping just for a second to let out a dreamy sigh upon seeing nude, lace panties you were wearing underneath the semi see-through material of your dress. With a sharp and a bit exaggerated intake of air, his eyes continued to wander further up, feeding your growing vanity.

 The images of what he wanted to do to you, matched his desperate touches. His fingers were cold in comparison to your fur heated body as he dug them into your skin, making you gasp.

“You really are a dream. Wet one if you’d ask me.” You chuckled at his exclamation, placing a hand on his neck, your nails scratching lightly and leaving pinkish marks on his already flushed skin.

“Roger Taylor, do I look like your wet dream?” you teased tilting your head. Your neck looked so inviting, as if it was made for leaving bite marks. Skin gleaming with peachy like glow both from the light of chandelier above you, and the way it worked with diamonds of your dress.

“Like wet dream coming true, love. Twirl around for me.” And you did as you were told, making your hair fly up a little, mussing it ever so slightly. Roger’s hands didn’t leave your sides the entire time, only lowered to the level of your hips to slide smoothly over your bum while you were turning on your heels.

“Maybe we should just call it a day and stay at home instead, huh?”

“Roger!”

“What?” You sighed trying to get out of his grasp, but his grip tightened bringing you even closer, signalling you how hard he’s gotten.

“All this dressing up for nothing?”

“Not for nothing darling.” He whispered in your ear, his breath sending pleasant sensation down your neck and shoulders, as he began to slowly expose your front. Hand moving to the small of your back, the other sliding the fur coat off your shoulder. Peppering every newly exposed inch of skin with hot, open mouthed kisses, he hasn’t given you a slightest chance to shiver with coolness coming from the half-open balcony doors.

His clever fingers made their way up your spine to the top of the zipper while continuing to work on your neck and cleavage, earning a series of involuntary moans. Just as he began to pull it down, your hand shot up to his neck, yanking by his hair in a state of sugary-sweet oblivion. Groan escaped his lips and he nipped more harshly at the skin on your collarbone, leaving reddish marks to cover up later. The zip came to an end right above the curve of your ass, and he had to fight the urge to let his hands wander further down. He had better plans in mind.

Slowly, in so Roger-like torturous manner, he slid the coat off completely, your hand bag hitting the floor with a loud thud before disappearing underneath the folds of fur. Though you really couldn’t care less. You were gradually loosing yourself in his firm yet lingering touches, his tempting words of pure affection, his seductive voice and gaze that could easily burn you alive if you’d only allow him to. Yes, you were a queen, but he could never give away the sheer exhilaration of having you so melted under mere touch of his fingertips.

Being in control was his forte, and the chances that he’d let such opportunity slide were close to none.

“Rog...” you almost begged through breathy series of sighs. “S-stop teasing.”

 He only chuckled to place few more wet kisses along your jaw before locking your eyes with his own. The smug on his face was more than evident. Eyes hooded, he admired his work which consisted of your rosy cheeks, a bit smudged lipstick, parted lips, pleading gaze and deliquescent form. You were no longer a walking diamond. Now, you were melting, and one could say that you were the one persuading the other to stay in.

“God, I love that dress.” His grip on your waist loosened, fingers tracing up and down your sides. “But you won’t need it anymore.”

 You bit your lip in anticipation, your own fingers coming to rest on his chest. You all but touched the bare skin underneath it, sneaking your fingers between the buttons, but he grabbed your wrist. Inching closer to let his words affect you even more, he spoke again.

“Take it off princess. Take it off for me.”

You took a sharp breath, your gaze suddenly dropping to the ground as he leaned away ever so slightly to give you more space. The expression on your face didn’t go unnoticed to Roger. The shameless rouge of your cheeks turned into bright red blush against the fading shade of your face.

„Hey, hey! Eyes on me.” Roger brought his index finger underneath your jaw in an attempt to regain your attention. All of sudden your previous confidence was gone and replaced by slight feeling of insecurity, so unexpected in such circumstances. “You’re beautiful in it, not because of it, okay? I’ve seen all of you already, and everything’s perfect. Versace or no Versace.” he exclaimed rubbing your cheek with his thumb. His stare was unavoidable and slowly, the concern filled look on your face softened as you noticed his genuine smile. “That’s my girl.”

Finally relaxing with lips pursed together, you put your hands behind your own back. As you slid off one strap, Roger figured out a better backdrop for what was about to come and led you by the hand to the end of a sofa.

“Wait here.”

“Roger where are you going?”

“Wait!” he repeated dismissing you with a raise of his hand before backing to the other room. You overheard him swear a couple times as sounds of desperate rummaging in the cupboards grew louder, until you could make out a content “finally” and he was back with a few candles. Within a matter of seconds he lit up the candles, switched the light off and jumped back onto the piece of furniture in front of your amazed form, waiting eagerly for you to continue.

 “Don’t mind me.” he all but whispered as he propped on his elbows and leaned head on the back of the couch, legs spreading wide apart and grin plastered all over his features, accentuating wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. You rolled your eyes but smiled nevertheless. Biting your lip suggestively, you let your hands return to the business. While your fingers skimmed over your shoulders torturously, his eyes didn’t leave your figure. He didn’t stop watching even when he struggled to get out pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket of his jacket. Smoke filled your vision as eyed you from underneath his thick eyelashes. He was getting visibly charged, stare full of lust and longing. And it only motivated you to keep the game going.

 As the first strap was down, the other instantly following, you found yourself unhurriedly scooting the material off, careful not to ruin the dress. Your hips leisurely swaying as if to help your actions, but both of you knew that wasn’t the reason. You wanted him on the edge.

And he was, his hips shifting impatiently in the seat, drags of cigarette smoke more abrupt with every passing minute. So when you leaned forward, your nipples hardened from crisp of the night air, and licked your top lip, hands continuously sliding the dress further down your hips, he could barely contain himself before he’d throw the fag on the floor and pull you onto his lap. Fumbling with his belt buckle, he swallowed hard almost choking on remains of his cigarette. Now it was you watching him trying get out off his unfortunate choice of pants to stroke his already painfully hard cock. You let out a moan yourself at the sight of him groaning with eyes shut closed, fingers sliding up and down his length with ease thanks to fair amount of precum.

„Stop staring and c’mere.” you didn’t even realize how long you’ve been standing in your underwear only, since gown seemingly had slid off completely some time ago. Roger was peering at you from his semi-laying position opposite you, movements of his hand getting more sluggish. You could only obey as he put the cigarette on coffee table, and held out a hand for you to take it. Straddling him you let your hands rest atop of his chest before starting to unbutton the silky-like shirt. Meanwhile he continued trying to get himself ready, groans leaving his lips every now and then. You only unbuttoned the last button and he was already shrugging both the shirt and jacket off his shoulders to rapidly grab you by your hips, closing the space between your bodies with a heated kiss. You gasped into his mouth feeling his cock pressing to your clothed centre, thin fabric of your knickers now far too impermeable for your liking.

 Roger sensed your needs and moved stripe to the side to slide two fingers inside your aching core. It was nearly too much after being teased for so long, and your back arched in pleasure. You’ve felt your inner muscles tense when he added some pressure to your swollen clit with his thumb. Your mouth fell open to let out a breathless moan. Roger watched you in complete awe as you unraveled on his lap, while all he did was use his digits. He was absolutely fired up then, stroking his aching cock as you continued fucking yourself on his fingers. But that’s not how that would go, no. In a brisk, you felt empty again as he switched hands on his shaft to jerk himself off more. Coating his member with your hot juices, he let out a throaty moan.

„Tosser.” his closed eyes shot up at your exclamation. You had your arms crossed over your chest and pouted. “That’s not really fair, y’know.”

His toothy grin widened in the dark before he bit his bottom lip. He was truly enjoying himself.

„Ride me.”

„What was that?”

„Ride me like you mean it.” you examined his face for signs of hoaxing but found none. He was dead serious, his eyes flickering with lust in the dim light of candles. You licked your lips again, teeth grazing over your bottom lip and stood up to discard the damp piece of underwear you should’ve lost long ago. Stepping forward, you left your stilettos on the floor next to your panties and knelt, placing your hands on either side of his head on the back of the sofa. Nails scraped at the suede material in a shade of dark chocolate and Roger shivered before swallowing, his eyes wide like marbles, only darker, like sapphires.

Slowly, Roger impatiently guiding his member, you sunk down onto him, pleasant feeling of fullness sweeping over you. The skin on your neck streched so much one could count all the veins, as you threw your head back in ecstasy.

Roger tensed under your weight and let out a guttural moan. His hands shot up to your hips, forcing you to move.

“J-just like that. Doing so well.”

You set up a steady pace but with every passing second your moves were becoming more greedy, more eager. You closed your eyes, focusing on the bare pleasure. Roger’s grip on your sides loosened to eventually disappear, though you were too engrossed in your own actions to care. Hearing a familiar noise you looked down to find Roger lighting up another cigarette, like it was nothing. Upon seeing your frown he muttered a quick “Please continue.” before he took a deep drag. As if to motivate you, his thumb found its way back to your clit. A cloud of smoke was blown in your direction as your thighs shook with a shock of pleasure coming from between your legs. Now you really were riding him, your knuckles whitened from grasping at the sofa and breaths short while you jumped up and down his shaft, almost slipping off a few times in the process.

 Your movements were hectic, insatiable even. Roger’s thumb was continuously rubbing circles around your throbbing point, puffs of smoke making the whole image appear even more elated, in otherworldly kind of way. He was motivated to make you come, and it didn’t take you long until your walls were clenching, wettness dripping down onto his lap. He was close, the cigarette suddenly bothering him enough to throw it somewhere on the floorboards. You felt him shudder.

But you could no longer hold back a deep moan that left your mouth, stopping you mid movement. Pure bliss covered your vision and your hands moved down to Roger’s chest, leaving reddened trails in the process.

 Your eyelashes were like a curtain, falling quickly after the show, hiding your onyx-like, dark, dilated pupils. All you could hear was Roger’s breathless praises and the blood thumping loudly in your ears. He sat up and you could feel his hips snap up with such force to meet his approaching orgasm. Holding you close, his hands travelling down your bare back, small beads of sweat running down his hairline and forehead. He started kissing and nibbling down your chest fiercely. And then he came, biting on your nipple, greedy hands tangled in your hair, mouth opening as he spurted his hot cum on your senstive walls. His body trembled as he emptied himself completely, his seed mixed with your own cum pouring onto his trousers. Your muscles finally begun to relax, but you stayed in his arms nevertheless, both too tired and content to do so.

He kissed your shoulder tenderly, only now noticing the purple mess he’s made of your skin. Not that he was ashamed of course. He always enjoyed seeing you trying - and failing, to cover his lovemarks.

“Mine.” He breathed, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back as your head rested in the crook of his neck. You extended your arm to place your hand on his cheek lovingly. Roger’s blues returned to yours with a soft smirk and he placed a kiss to the inside of your palm, following by a series of pecks on each of your fingertips.

“Still regret staying in?” He teased earning a huff from you.

“So t’was all? I thought you’ve had more in you.”

His chest vibrated with a laugh.

“All snotty now, aye? Don’t worry, we just getting started love.”

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oooof, hope it’s not as bad as I thought 

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[teresaneele]

Summary: You and Roger have been together for a while now. During a press tour for Bohemian Rhapsody, the comments about your relationship get a bit too much for Roger. Word Count: 1974 Warnings: Smut, age gap A/N: I wrote this fic for @queens-n-roses​ writing challenge. It was inspired by the song “Church” by Fall Out Boy and an interview where Roger stated how he used to look great but doesn’t anymore. Thanks for reading! Feedback and reblogs would be lovely!

After you have dried yourself you decide to only put on a gown and don’t bother about stuff like underwear. “Los Angeles,“ you murmur as if to remind yourself where the hotel you stayed in is located. The last few weeks have let you slowly lose track about basic things like places and time. The Oscar ceremony coming closer and closer, the press tour has gotten wild again. Roger and you had met on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody. The young, aspiring make up artist that you were as well as the Queen fan you had been ever since your parents introduced you to them in your youth, it had felt like a dream coming true when you got the chance to contribute a little bit to the film. You hadn’t even hoped to get the chance to talk to Roger and Brian or any of the actors, let alone Roger bringing you dinner out of the blue. But that had been exactly what had happened. The two of you had been together for almost half a year now, after denying dating at all. When in last August you had stayed with him for two weeks and Brian couldn’t hold back a comment about your definition of the word “platonic“ any longer, you had to admit that yes – you were indeed dating.

You open the bathroom door to find Roger sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a blue button down shirt and white trousers. Normally the sight would have made you happy, but him scrolling on his phone with a serious look on his face does the opposite of it. “What are you reading about?“ You ask as you walk closer to him. - “How disgusting our relationship appearently still is,“ he replies, not looking away from the screen. “Roger, not this again, come on. We’ve had this before.“ It’s true, you did. Forty-five years age difference were more than enough to make people talk. It’s a miracle to you why they still wouldn’t shut up, but then again, it’s the internet. And being mean is what people do online. “Why are you even reading this?“ You ask. “Who cares what other people think of us? It’s not like it’s their business anyway.“ As if he couldn’t hear you, he asks, “Do you sometimes think they are right?“ - “I don’t,“ you say sharply. “How can you even ask this? Aren’t you happy to be with me? What’s the matter?“ Roger snorts as a reply. “It’s the best damn thing that could have ever happened to me. Finding the love of my life at almost seventy? That’s incredible.“ - “Good.“ Your voice sounds cool. “Then ‘disgusting’ is indeed not the right word to describe our relationship.“ Eyes still fixed on the phone screen, Roger bites his lips, before he opens his mouth again. “It’s still egoistical of me to be with you,“ he begins. “You are so much younger and have your whole life ahead of you. I will never be able to see you growing old. On the other hand all you will ever see from me is exactly that. Being already old and then-“ - “That is enough,“ you interrupt him. “Look at me, Roger, please,“ you tell him, and he does. “I’m sorry, but I am really sick of this conversation. I chose you and I love you and I want to be together with you and that’s all that matters.“ He smiles at you, but his eyes show sadness and happiness at the same time. You decide to try to loosen up the mood. “Besides…who else can say that they are dating their first ever celebrity crush, huh?“ You ask. To your disappointment, Roger looks back on his phone and says, “I can understand why I was your celebrity crush back then. But now, I’m nothing more than an old man, so I really don’t get it.“ “Roger, can I ask you a question?“ - “Anything, babe.“ “Do you take a look in the mirror from time to time?“ That makes him look up again. “What kind of question is that?“ “A serious one, because if you would have, you would have noticed your unfairly blue eyes, your charming smile, your-“ “I do look in the mirror from time to time and what I see is still an old man-“ he starts to talk louder to drown your sighing, “who is not deserving of you.“ “You are exhausting, but all I see when I look at you, is the most beautiful man on the whole planet,“ you begin and you have to hold yourself back from getting slightly angry at him. “You have been back then when you were my celebrity crush, you continued to be it when you became my real life crush and you still are now that you are not only the most important person to me but also the man I am with.“

 You look down when he starts to fumble with the seam of your gown and while the view somehow calms you, it’s not left unnoticed to you that his phone is still stuck between his fingers. “Maybe we can agree on the part where I also see the luckiest man who has ever lived, whenever I look in the mirror,“ Roger suggests. “Because deserving or not – I’ve got you.“ “You really do,“ you say, bend down, put your hands on his cheek and give him a soft kiss on the lips. Standing up straight again, you stroke his face and repeat, “You’ve got me. And I belong to you. All this-“ you move your hands to your gown to open it and let it fall down on the floor, “belongs to you.“ It makes Roger finally toss his phone aside. “Screw them,“ he mumbles. “I would never let them take this away from me.“ - “That’s more like it,“ you say and grin when you see the bulge that has already began to form in his trousers. You kneel down between his legs and don’t object when he starts kissing you as soon as your face is reachable for him. Your lips barely part, but when they do to catch some breath, you use the time to tell him how beautiful he is, all while unbuttoning his shirt. When you have finally opened it, you break the kiss completely.  “All of this is so, so beautiful,“ you whisper and let your hands wander over his chest. You continue your movement, while Roger uses his own hands to fumble around with your hair.  “And so is this,“ you say as soon as your hands reach the end of their travelling and you put them right on the obvious arousal that has grown even more.  “It’s getting a bit tight, isn’t it?“ You observe, your voice sounding as innocent as it’s possible for you. Not waiting for an actual response, you continue, “If only something could be done about that.“  As always when the joke is actually on him, Roger’s patience doesn’t last long. He gets his right hand out of your hair to push away yours and unzips his trousers.  “Now do something about it,“ he commands, his voice even raspier than usual.  - “Wow, somebody is in a hurry,“ you note, but you obey his order. You pull down his pants and underwear at the same time and Roger slips out of them, leaving your little remark uncommented. Without losing any more time, you take him into your mouth and start to suck as hard as you can. Going fully in immediately has exactly the effect you hoped it would have – you can’t help but smile when Roger moans in surprise and slaps the mattress with his free hand. You lift your own, left one up to put it on top of his, while your right one finds the way between your legs.  “You really think I’m beautiful, don’t you?“ Roger asks softly.  An “u-huh“ is the only answer you give to him, before you fall quiet again.

It stays a while like this – you simultaneously rubbing over his hand with your thumb as well as over yourself with your fingers, all while listening to his breath changing together with the pace of your mouth. Until you suddenly take it away and stand up, still holding his hand in yours. His breath had stopped for a moment when you did let go and now he eyes you with a confused but also curious look on his face. You slowly move your hand with his in it closer to your body and finally guide his fingers inside of you. “This is how beautiful I think you are,“ you say. “Is this proof enough for you?“ Roger’s eyes move from your body up to your face. “I am not sure,“ he replies, pulling back away from your inside. Putting both of his hands now onto your hips, he turns you around and places you on top of him. “Let’s find out,“ he says. The grip around your hip tightens when he presses his fingers into your skin. A silent order; but you understand and follow it as you let yourself sink down onto him. It’s surely not the first time for the two of you, but the sensation of him entering you always makes you whimper. You hear a soft chuckle coming out of his mouth as he brushes aside your hair over your shoulder and presses kisses on your neck. However – the chuckle is quickly replaced by little moans when you start moving your hips. You join him in this when his hands find the way up to your breasts. Despite the conversation you have had before, Roger is still a confident man, and feeling how you’re growing weaker and weaker under his touches, seem to make the last of his insecurities disapper. “So, who was your first crush?“ He asks. - “You were.“ “And who is your crush now?“ - “You are,“ you sigh. “That’s it,“ he says. “And you belong to me?“ The only response you give him is a short nod, but right in the moment you move your head you already know that it’s not going to satisfy him. “I can’t hear you,“ he tells you with his right hand leaving your breast and pulling at your hair lightly. - “I do,“ you manage to press out. “Good.“ He releases your hair and places the hand on your thigh instead. “I’m gonna make you come now and then I’ll follow you. Is that alright with you?“ - “Yes,“ you reply. It’s all you bring out and it sounds like begging. It’s obviously enough for Roger, whose hand moves between your legs and finally touches you there. “Say my name,“ he demands. And you do, or at least you try to; because when he finally brings you over the edge and you feel and hear him following you, all what’s leaving your lips are incomprehensible whines. 

Roger lets himself fall on his back and drags you with him. As soon as you have recovered from your high, you turn around so that your eyes can meet his. He lays his hands on the sides of your face and gives you a short kiss on the nose, making you smile. “I love you,“ he says. - “I love you,“ you reply. “And I want you. You do believe me now, don’t you?“

The question provokes exactly the reaction you had hoped it would. Roger rolls both of you around on the bed, so that he’s lying on top of you. “I still don’t really know.“ He tilts his head. “Maybe I need to be convinced a bit more,“ he says and starts kissing you.

[taleofharrison]

A Million Dreams

Pairing: Ben Hardy x reader

Summary: Reader and Ben have a beautiful relationship that only becomes stronger as the years go by. He met her while he was working in Eastenders

Warnings: This pure fluff but maybe some grammar mistakes English isn’t my first language and the timeline may be kind of a mess, also I know nothing about fashion so I don’t know if there are mistakes about it.

A/N: this is for @queens-n-roses 2k writing challenge, her blog is one of my favorite. It is based on the song A Million Dreams which is one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite movies so this was really fun to write. This is my first time posting so if you like it let me know

2013

Your first job after you finished your career was in the BBC you took care of the costumes for different shows but your real dream was to become a successful fashion designer with your own clothing line. It wasn’t gonna be easy you knew that and you were happy working there it was a good way to start your life.

One of the shows was Eastenders you felt like it was a dream since you used to watch the show with your grandmother that’s where you met Ben you helped him get ready and fixed his hair a little bit though it wasn’t your work, he was always so kind and like to talk with you before his scenes you didn’t want to accept it but you had a little crush on him little do you know as weeks went by he developed a crush on you too.

“Hi Y/N” he said when he got back to return his costume “I was wondering if…you would like to go for a drink with me tomorrow”

You were surprised you never thought he could see you as more than a friend “I’d love to”

“Cool so…see you tomorrow” he kissed your cheek and left you were so happy you couldn’t believe this was really happening.

The next night you were at a bar near his flat both drinking a beer laughing this was the first time you ever talked to him outside work you couldn’t believe how funny and kind he really was.

“So…Y/N” he said after taking a sip of his beer “tell me about you we’ve talked enough about me”

“Well…what can I say? I love designing and I dream of having my own clothing line someday…maybe work in Paris or in Milan for a while” you said with a gleam in your eyes which Ben thought was adorable “I know it’s stupid it may never happen” you said looking down at your beer.

“No, it isn’t” he said holding your hand on the table “I think it’s great…you know when you talk about it you have a gleam in your eyes”

“Thank you my parents never wanted me to study design but my grandmother taught how to sew and she died before I got into college she wanted to be a fashion designer as well she was really happy when I told her I wanted to study design” you said you felt really comfortable talking to Ben about it both of you felt like you had known each other for ages “my parents said ‘you should study law or something like that you will never make it as a designer’ I guess they were kind of right”

“You’re joking? I’ve seen some of your drawings when I go get my costume and they’re so good” Ben said “You’re really talented”

“Thank you” you whispered

2016

You and Ben had been dating for three years now and you were so happy about it. A week after your first date he asked you to be his official girlfriend of course you said yes. Now you were getting ready to the premiere of X-Men: Apocalypses wearing a dressed you designed, now you were a well kwon designer you still remember when you got your job as an assistant in a fashion magazine.

“They are going to call you” Ben said trying to calm you kissing your shoulder “you’re the best fashion designer in the world”

“How can you be so sure? This magazine is really important if I get the job…” you said you were really nervous when the phone rang “Hello...yeah this is she…oh it’s alright yeah thank you”

“And…did you get the job?” Ben asked he wouldn’t admit it but he was as nervous as you.

“I got the job!” you screamed “I GOT THE JOB!!”

“You see baby I told you!!!” he hugged you so tight he was really proud.”I love you”

It was the first time he ever said that “I love you too”.

And from that moment on your career only grew you were discovered by another designer and he helped you to get to the next level you were finishing your make up when another memory came to your mind when Ben got the role for X-Men.

Ben was a really nervous walking around your bedroom this stressed you and Frankie out.

“Babe I know you’re really nervous so am I but you have to calm down you’re stressing Frankie too” you said from your desk you were working on some ideas for your next collection.

“It’s just this is a big role you know? It’s going to be great”

“You’re so talented they are going to call you” you said leaving your desk giving him a hug “do you want to watch Netflix until they call? I can finish later”

He nodded.

You were halfway through the third movie when Ben got the call saying he got role you were really happy and proud “I told you all of our dreams would come true” you said before kissing him.

“Ready?” Ben’s voice brought you back to reality.

“Yeah I am” you said looking yourself in the mirror for the last time you were really nervous this was your first public event as Ben’s girlfriend you both wanted and tried to keep your relationship private to avoid any hate comment but now you were tired of it Ben wanted to show he was your boyfriend to the world “you look so handsome”

“And you look so beautiful” he kissed you.

The premiere was awesome and you two received kind and beautiful comments on your instagram accounts people really loved you two together you even thought that you should have made public your relationship earlier.

Two months after the premiere he was sure he wanted to marry you. You both had a really good relationship, you rarely had big fights and when you had them you would always make up the same night, you started living together a year after you began dating and adopted Frankie together. It was a Sunday morning when Ben missed your body in bed with him he checked the time it was 7.30 am so he went to look for you he took the small red box he kept in his drawer at first he wanted to do something special like surprising you in Milan or a fancy dinner but you loved simple improvised stuff and he couldn’t wait to ask you.

He found on your studio drawing he smiled he thought it was cute sometimes when you had ideas in your dreams you would wake up and start drawing them in the middle of the night in fact seeing in your pajamas in yours stool with your hair made a mess made him love you more and he felt more confident of his decision of asking you.

“Hi babe” he said kissing your head “what are you doing up so early?” Ben was in pajamas you didn’t know what time it was you just had an idea in the middle of the night and you had draw it before you forgot it.

“I’m working on something I just got invited to the fashion week in Milan” you said in a yawn but with that gleam in your eyes that appeared every time you talked about your job or about anything you loved which Ben loved.

“I love that when you talk about your designs and all the ideas you have your eyes have this special gleam and I just want to spend every moment of my life next to you” you stopped what you were doing and turned around on your chair to look at him “we’ve been through everything together and I just love everything about you” he popped a red velvet box out nowhere “will you marry me?”

“YES!” you said bursting into tears you were so happy you threw yourself into his arms kissing him “I love you so much” you said as he put the ring on your finger.

“I’m sorry I asked you this way…I just couldn’t wait” he said “I was planning on surprising you in Milan”

“You know you don’t have to do that” you said “This moment is perfect just me and you”

2017

You’ve been married with Ben for five months now and you two were the happiest people on Earth you were working on something for your summer line you had taken some inspiration from the 80’s all the colors and prints really made you happy when Ben burst into the house.

“Y/N! I NEED DRUM LESSONS IMMEDIATELY!” he screamed.

“If you want to learn there is a teacher near here” you said calmly whenever Ben was stressed you stopped what you were doing to comfort him “you don’t have to act this way. Why are you so nervous?”

“I…may or may not have said I knew how to play the drums to get a role” he said you were confused.

“Why would you do that?”

“I really want to play Roger in a movie about Queen” he said with a smile just the thought of the possibility of getting the role made him really happy.

“Baby that’s awesome” you said you two were big Queen fans “You have to start your lessons right away!”

When he got the role you two were so excited he even took you to meet Brian and Roger and you were there when he met the boys, you were there first day shooting live aid you even did the BAB dance with Joe and Gwilym.

“You sure you don’t want to come with me today?” Ben said holding your hips “You know everyone will miss you there”

“Of course I want to go but I really have to stay here finish something for my new collection” you said but it was a lie the truth was that you thought you were pregnant you hadn’t had your period in 2 weeks and you really hoped you were pregnant “good luck” you kissed him goodbye.

Once he left, you did two different pregnancy tests to be sure they turned out to be positive you couldn’t wait to tell him it was happening you really were having a family with him you burst into tears again another one of your dreams came true.

When Ben got home from set he was really tired and he really had missed seeing you around even Roger and Brian thought it was weird not seeing you there.

“Hey babe” he gave you a small kiss on the lips.

“Hi! Did you have a good day on set?” You asked as he sat on the couch next to you.

“Yeah…but I missed you” he hugged you and pulled your back closer to his chest “everyone actually”

“Yeah I missed everyone too” you said in a sigh “especially Joe”

“I knew you were cheating on me!” he continued the joke “but Joe is mine, babygirl”

“You wish” you laughed with him “hey can you help me finish some designs? I ran out of ideas”

“Sure”

You gave him some drawings they all were baby clothing “You’ve never done clothes for babies why…” and then he saw the last drawing it said ‘which one do you like for our baby?’ “Are you…are you pregnant?” he said you nodded your head.

“I found out this morning” you said with a smile.

He got up from the couch with you in his arms he couldn’t believe it.

“We’re going to be parents!” he was really happy about it he put you back on the ground “I have to tell the boys! They are going to be so happy about it”

“Hold on” you said “we can tell them tomorrow on set…now can we just lay in the couch and cuddle? I missed you so much today”

“Yeah I can do that”

You giggled as you laid down in the couch with him his hands were in your flat belly while he kissed your neck you felt safe and warm in his arms you were thinking about how happy you were in that moment this was actually happening you were having a family with Ben you two had successful careers and been through a lot together you knew you were going to be wonderful parents and your life was perfect those million dreams you had as a kid came true the moment you met Ben and you couldn’t wait to see your kid making his or her dreams come true.

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[writing-of-a-british-bitch]

Love Me Before You Leave

Fandom: Queen/ Bohemian Rhapsody

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor X reader ( can be read as actual Roger Taylor)

TW: swearing, angsty

Genre Angst with a fluffy ending

Word Count:3.4K

Requests: OPEN

A/n: So, I wrote this for @queens-n-roses  2K writing challenge, written to the song ‘Love Me Before You Leave’ By COmmon Kings. I am so sorrI am late posting this, school work has been crazy. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Want you to love me before you leave

Let me hold you before you go

Just remember the time we shared and remember you touched my soul We don't know where life will take us I'll hold my breath and be patient So won't you love me before you leave

"Morning, baby." Roger hummed against your neck, arm thrown lazily over your hip. You tensed as his lips brushed your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Hey, Roger." You mumbled, shifting out of his grip quickly.

"Everything okay?" Roger asked quietly, sitting up, confused as to why you'd parted from him so suddenly.

"Yeah. Just feeling a bit off, that's all." You lied smoothly, pulling a shirt over your head. "I need to get to work, I'm gonna be late."

"Come cuddle with me. Let me hold you before you go." Roger whined, making grabby hands at you. You let out a heavy sigh, guilt climbing through your veins, before stepping over into his waiting arms.

Roger was worried. You hadn't been acting like yourself for a few weeks. You'd stopped coming to the studio, refused to see his friends, cancelled date night as much as possible and you were cold and distant. Something wasn't right. He'd tried getting through to you, but it was like talking to a wall. He missed you. And it made him more anxious about the ring that was hidden in his sock drawer. Your head rested on his chest, listening to his gentle heartbeat. Tears burned the back of your eyes as his hand moved to rest on your stomach.

"You need to head to the studio." You said weakly, climbing from his arms. He grabbed your wrist before you could get off the bed.

"Darling, what's going on? You've been acting odd" Roger sounded so concerned, it only made it harder for you to hide your tears.

"Everything is fine, Rog. I promise." You huffed, carefully working your wrist from his fingers, wandering over to the closet to finish getting ready.

"Baby I just... alright. If you say so. I'm going to get ready." Roger shook his head, getting up and throwing on the outfit that had been abandoned in the corner. You swiped at your eyes before beginning to apply some makeup. Roger glanced at you, clearly distressed, placing a kiss on your cheek and walking out. The door to the house slammed shut behind him and you rushed into action. You tugged a bag and two boxes from under your bed, quickly chucking any clothes and belongings in sight. Tears began pouring from your eyes. Sobs escaped your chest as you packed. You left an hour later, a singular note on the fridge.

Every moment with you Been perfect for me & baby you're telling me that we could never be And now I'm like Cool it down, cool it down, take a minute You say you have to go But yesterday your heart was in it My love Oh woah oh Let me say what I need to say

"I just don't know what's wrong. I've tried everything with no proper response." Roger placed his face in his hands, all the boys watching him sadly.

"Maybe you've chosen the wrong words? We all know you're not exactly subtle."Brian offered, trying to make his friend feel better.

"I'm starting to feel to wonder if she even wants to be with me." Roger declared, feeling his eyes water at the thought.

"Are you kidding? She looks at you like you've hung the stars and the moons in the sky." Freddie replied quickly, placing a hand on the drummer's shoulder.

"She means the world to me. I don't want to lose her." The band had never heard Roger so lost. So heartbroken.

"I know, Roger. But it's hard for her. She's not used to this kind of life." Deaky reasoned, knelt in front of his friend.

"You guys will be okay. It's just going to take a bit of time and a lot of love." Freddie added. Roger sighed heavily, scrubbing the tears from his eyes.

"Thanks, guys. C'mon, enough of the sappy shit. Let's make some music." Roger stated, running a hand through his hair. getting up and heading to the drum risers.

"I don't think Roger's doing as well as he acts," Brian muttered in a hushed tone, pulling the guitar strap over his head, adjusting the tightness of it.

"No, he's not. But we know he won't open up any more than he already has All we can do is be there for him when he needs it." Deaky sighed, already tuning his bass.

"Roger's not stupid. Most of the time. He'll come to us if he needs us." Freddie chipped in before waltzing over to the piano.

"I'll call (Y/N) later. See if she'll talk." Brian said voice laced with worry.

"Let me know how it goes, okay?" Deaky asked, ignoring how Roger began pounding at his drums and how Freddie magically formed a rhythm to the randomized, sporadic drumming.

"Yeah, course. C'mon Deaks, let's go before Freddie hangs us."

"(Y/N), I'm home!" Roger called as he opened the door, slipping his shoes off and hanging his coat by the door, sunglasses perched on his head.

"(Y/N)?" Roger made his way to the living room, noticing the lack of fo light. He jogged to the kitchen, soon spying the note on the fridge. He was expecting something like you were going out with friends. He didn't expect a note reading:

'I'm sorry Roger. We both know this wouldn't work. I love you. -Y/n'

Roger's eyes began leaking, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, dread coursing through him. His feet couldn't move fast enough as he raced to the bedroom. The drummer felt his knees give out, falling onto the bed when he saw the room barren of your belongings. He buried his face in his hands, sobs wracking his body.

And now I'm like Cool it down, cool it down, take a minute You say you have to go But yesterday your heart was in it My love Oh woah oh Let me say what I need to say

"Roger, what's wrong?" Brian asked, unease pouring into his voice at the sounds of his friend hiccuping.

"She's gone, Bri. She's gone." He cried, fingers tugging at his blonde locks.

"Who's gone?" Brian pushed, wedging the phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulled on his shoes, getting ready to leave the studio with Deaky and Freddie.

"Is Roger okay?" Freddie mouthed, shrugging on his coat. Brian shook his head, taking the phone back between his fingers.

"(Y/N)," Roger answered shakily, holding the phone tightly.

"(Y/N)? Have you tried calling her parents or Freddie's? Or her friends?" Brian suggested, feeling the eyes of his bandmates boring into him.

"No. She left a note saying we can't be together. I-I just the thought - I should've realized- fuck, I'm the worst boyfriend ever!" Brian could hear the anger and self-depreciation seep into Roger's voice.

"Roger, calm down. I think something isn't right with (Y/N). She adores you. Just hold on, I'm coming over." The guitarist sighed before placing the phone down. Brian jumped into action, grabbing his keys.

"I'll come with you. I just need to call Veronica. I'll catch up." Deaky exclaimed as Brian dashed down the hall.

"You need to find (Y/N), Freddie. She's your cousin if anyone knows where she'll be, it's you." Deaky informed the singer as he began dialling his houses number.

"On it. I'll find her darling, don't worry." Freddie responded before exiting to his car.

Want you to love me before you leave Let me hold you before you go Just remember the time we shared and remember you touched my soul We don't know where life will take us I'll hold my breath and be patient So won't you love me before you leave And let me hold you before you Go oh, Oh woah oh, oh woah And let me hold you before you Go oh

You didn't visit your aunt, uncle and cousin very often. Only when you needed advice and right now, you needed as much advice as you could get. With a heavy breath, you knocked on the door, wiping at your eyes one last time.

"Oh, (Y/N)! It's so good to see you." Your aunt exclaimed, bringing you into a tight hug.

"Hi, Auntie. Good to see you too. Is Kash here?" You questioned, giving her a forced smile.

"She's just upstairs in her room. Say hello to your uncle before you say hello to Kash." She replied, leading you through the house to the kitchen, where your uncle was sitting, reading the newspaper.

"Ah, (Y/N). How's that boy treating? How's Farrokh?" Your uncle greeted softly, glancing at you over his glasses. You paused.

"Everything's amazing, uncle. Freddie's doing well, his band is phenomenal. And R-Roger treats me like a goddess." You choked out twirling the promise ring Roger gave you anxiously.

"Good. I wouldn't expect that kind of treatment from a boy like him." He said with a raised eyebrows.

"I'm going to talk to Kash. I'll talk to you guys later." You gave another fake smile before wandering upstairs to your cousin's room. Your soft knocking echoed through the dim corridor, which was soon answered by your youngest cousin, Kashmira.

"Oh, hi (Y/N). You okay?" Kash questioned and you shook your head, biting your lip nervously.

"Can we talk about this in your room?" You requested softly.

"Of course. C'mon in." Kash mumbled, opening the door to reveal her bed, a mountain of homework piled upon it.

"You look busy." You chuckled, weakly, taking a seat on her desk chair as she perched on the edge of the bed.

"Just a little. Anyways, what's up?" She enquired, resting her hands in her lap.

"I...I left Roger this morning..." You confessed, eyes fixed on the ground.

"You did what?" Kash uttered, eyes wide. "Why?"

"I-I just- I saw something that made me think we're not good together. An article saying I was dragging him down. I don't want to be an anchor." You explained, twisting your ring again.

"Did you seriously believe an article? Hun, you know that the media just wants to stir drama about Queen and its members. Freddie's had it so many times." Kash stood up and took your hands, running her thumbs over them calmingly.

"I know that, but they're right. I'm nothing like Roger. And every day there's a new way of dragging him down." You defended, beginning to feel tears burning the backs if your eyes.

"What do you mean by that?" She pushed cautiously, tilting your head up to her.

"I-I-we-he's..." You began, choking on air as a tear made its way down your cheek, Kash held your cheeks gently.

"(Y/N), darling, breathe. C'mon. In and out." She guided quietly, letting you calm down. After a few minutes, you took a deep breath.

"I-I'm pregnant. A-And I don't know if R-Roger wants a kid or-or if he even sees a future with me. I'm not sure if I can be a mom." You were panicking, heart beating in your ears so loud that you didn't hear the door open.

"Kash, what's going on?" Freddie asked, surprised to see his cousin falling apart in his sister's arms.

"Maybe you should talk to her, Fred. I'll be downstairs with mama and papa if you need me."Kash muttered, allowing Freddie to scoop you into his arms, cradling you to his chest. You buried your face in his neck, tears soaking the turtle neck he wore. Kash closed the door behind her, giving you some privacy.

"Now dear, what are the waterworks for?" Freddie asked, voice delicate as he began running his fingers through your hair.

"Freddie, I'm pregnant and-and I know that Roger probably doesn't even want a kid and doesn't see a future with me and I don't know if-" You were cut off by Freddie carefully pulling your face from his neck, placing a finger on your lips.

"Now, hush, darling. That's utter nonsense. He thinks the world of you, loves you with every fibre of his being. I've never seen Roger look or act like that with anyone before you. He's whipped. And how do you know that Roger doesn't want a kid? Have you even spoken to him about it?" Freddie shot back, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear and wiping your eyes.

"He's a rockstar. Why would he want anything to do with someone like me?" You asked sarcastically, causing Freddie's lips to quirk up a little at the return of your normal attitude.

"Because you, my darling, are an enigma. Someone that Roger adores beyond words. You're kind, funny, compassionate, understanding and accepting. You've changed Roger for the better." He smiled slightly.

"I-I just need to sleep on it, okay? I'll talk to Roger, promise."

Don't you get what we got? No, we can't be replaced One moment we're holding hands And you leave without a trace

It had taken Brian and Deaky an hour to calm down the hysterical drummer. Roger had gone between sobbing into his friend's shoulder to yelling at himself, to throwing various items across the living room and then back to crying. Eventually, Deaky had managed to settle Roger onto the couch, Brian knelt in front of him, a hand on his knee.

"I don't know why she left. What did I do?" Roger mopped, resting his chin on his hand.

"I'm not sure, Roger. Freddie's gone to find her, bud. He'll talk to her." Deaky placed some water in front of the blue-eyed drummer, resting on the armrest of the couch.

"I... I want to spend the rest of my life with her. Want to marry her, have kids with her. All that. I love her." Roger blurted out, yanking a jewelled ring from his pocket and twirling it between his fingers. Deaky's eyes widened with Brian's.

"You really mean that?"Brian questioned.

"No, of course, I don't. That's the whole fucking reason I've got a ring in my hand."Roger snapped miserably. All heads snapped in the direction of the door as it opened, Freddie stood in the doorway.

"So, did you find her?" Brian asked, eyebrows raised and eyes still widened in shock.

"She's with my parents and my sister. She's going to stay there for a night or two to think things over then she'll come to talk to you." Freddie commented, folding his arms, kicking the door shut behind him.

"Did she tell you why she left?" Roger enquired sadly.

"She did indeed, but I think it's something she needs to tell you herself."

You know that I love you as hard as I try I'll never get over your baby blue eyes You know that I love you as hard as I try I'll never get over your baby blue eyes

You tossed and turned that night, restlessly. Every time you closed your eyes, he was there, memories flashing behind your eyelids, like a personal movie. Your arm held your stomach protectively as you tried to get some rest, but it was all pointless.

"Get off!" Roger exclaimed between giggles as your fingers prodded at his sides, your legs straddling his waist. His bandmates watched with joy as you tickled the blonde-haired boy.

"Not until you say that I won!" You screeched, letting out a loud laugh as Roger flipped you over.

"Never." He whispered in your ear before digging his fingers into your stomach. You screamed out a laugh, trying to shove him off of you,

The sun was beating down on you, sunglasses balanced on the end of your nose. You were sat in a beach chair, the boys letting out shouts as they splashed water over each other. Roger had tried to make you join in, to get your nose out of the book you were reading, with no luck. But this time, as he made his way over to you, he couldn't stop his eyes dragging over you. You looked so adorable when you were concentrating, eyebrows furrowed slightly. Your hair had been pulled back into a bun, the wind was blowing a few pieces of escaped hair around your ears. You looked... gorgeous to him. You looked over your glasses at him.

"What you staring at, Rog?" You smiled, placing a bookmark in your book and setting it down as Roger came to kneel beside your chair, pulling your hand into his.

"You. You're so beautiful. I can't believe that I'm the lucky guy who gets to love you." He stated, too awed to realize what he'd said. You froze for a second before letting a grin slide onto your face. That was the first time he'd ever said 'I love you'.

"I love you too, Roger, so much."

You knew that you wouldn't be able to wait an extra day to see Roger. Those ocean eyes would haunt you until the day you died.

Cool it down, cool it down Take a minute you say you have to go But yesterday your heart was in it, my love

Roger looked like a mess when he opened the door to your house. Probably as bad as you did. His eyes were red, bloodshot and puffy, he had bags under his eyes and his clothes were messy. If he only looked like that after one night, you were concerned about what would happen if you left for over a week.

"Oh, (Y/N), hey." Roger murmured, moving out of the way so you could walk in.

"Hi, Roger. Can we talk?" You asked quietly, stepping inside, heading towards the living room. Roger closed the door with a soft click and followed after you, sitting on the couch opposite you, nodding silently.

"So you probably have some questions..." You started but before you could continue, Roger had already begun asking questions.

"Why did you leave? Did I do something wrong?" Roger was giving you puppy eyes, messed hair hanging in front of his bright eyes.

"You... you did nothing wrong, love. I panicked and I ran. I shouldn't have done it and I'm so sorry." You tried, but Roger narrowed his eyes, but not with anger, for once.

"Do you really mean that? About us not being good together? That we won't work."He continued, holding the note between his fingers.

"I just... I just think that I'm dragging you down. You don't deserve that. You're a rockstar. I'm just a nobody." You sighed, averting your eyes to your hands.

"Why would you say that? You're not dragging me down, at all, darling. You're my entire world. How could you think anything different?" He was shocked and immediately came to sit beside you, holding your hand tightly.

"There was something in the newspaper about how .... how I was just a long term distraction and that you were young and deserved to be free.." You blurted and Roger's grip tightened.

"Darling, you know that they like spreading lies and rumours. You're in no way dragging me down. I promise. I love you so much, you know that." Roger insisted and you looked away.

"I love you too, Roggie. I have something to ask you, though." You were trembling now, hands shaking violently in Roger's grasp.

"So do I, love. You go first." Roger gave you a small, reassuring smile, kissing your hand softly.

"H-have you ever thought about kids, Rog? With me?" You couldn't focus your eyes on one spot, and Roger noticed. But his own eyes filled with hope.

"Of course I have. I have dreams about it, baby girl. A little boy or girl with rosy cheeks, blue eyes and (Y/H/C) hair." Roger chuckled, cupping your cheek.

"Roger, I'm preg-" Before you could finish your sentence, Roger brought you into a passionate kiss. He placed your joint hands onto your stomach. After a second, Roger pulled back, a grin on his face.

"That's the best news I've heard all year, my love." He pressed another kiss to your lips.

"Really?" You couldn't keep your eyes off him.

"Of course, baby. Now I have a question for you." He replied, letting go of your hand to pull the ring from his pocket. "You're the light of my life. I am a mess without you and I don't want to imagine another day without you. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" His eyes held so much love and you felt like you couldn't breathe. Tears sprung to your eyes once more, but this time, they weren't tears of sadness.

"Yes."

Want you to love me before you leave Let me hold you before you go Just remember the time we shared and remember you touched my soul We don't know where life will take us I'll hold my breath and be patient So won't you love me before you leave And let me hold you before you go

Tags: @writingfortoomanyfandoms @yourealegendfred @fierce-bab @dusthas-beenbitten@silvver-rose @benhardyjones @bensroger

[thequeenofadream]

You (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Summary: You by Dodie Clark, but with a twist ;)

Words: 3676

Notes: TW: MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL DRINKING AND ALMOST GETTING HIT. angsty at first, but gets pretty fluffy uwu haha + swearing + lyrics are italicized 

A/N:  this is for @queens-n-roses 2k writing challenge anddd reading all the other entries got me thinking well shit so here i am in all my shittiness ha ha ha anyways this is also my first time doing a song thing so tell me what you guys think! also also this is late bc im on my last weeks of school so sorry but expect more fics during summer!! (march-june for all ur western people) sdfdjks u know what im gonna leave a seperate post for the a/n fic bc yall i have kwento bye love you all <3

☀ tagging: @obsessedwithrogertaylor @malekdarling @i-padfootblack-things

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I told you I was looking for some empathy

Well, you fooled me

You slammed the door of the apartment you and Roger shared. You had just broken up with you boyfriend, Zach, as he was a misogynistic prick. He had insisted that you move out of your apartment with Rog and move in with him.

You had repeatedly told him no, especially since moving was expensive for college student. You had also only been dating for a month, and the whole thing seemed too fast. In response, he called you a ‘whore’ and ‘cheating bitch’, but the thing that took the cake was when he had punched a hole in his wall, which missed you by a mere inch.

You told him that you never wanted to see his face again, and got out of there, leaving him in a shocked state.You ran straight home, never looking back, tears running down your face. You couldn’t believe you didn’t see his nasty attitude before, but you were glad you got out of it before anything escalated.

Roger was sitting on the couch reading a car magazine, when the sharp noise caused his to dart up seeing you in disarray. You marched right over to your room and closed the door, leaving Rog completely clueless to whatever had happened. He followed you quietly, wanting to comfort you, but the door was locked shut.

He put his ear against the door, trying to make out anything from your sobs, but all he could hear was your crying. He’d seen you cry before, but not to the point that didn't even talk to him. It concerned him a lot, but instead of getting the spare key, he decided to give you some space for now. He told himself he’d make it up in the morning.

You were glad you had stashed a bottle of vodka in the dark corners of your cabinet. You were a shaky mess while the bottle sat in your hand. You placed the bottle between your lips, feeling the taste of alcohol rush into your mouth. It left a burning sensation as it made its way down to your stomach.

You didn’t know what you were feeling right now, but it definitely helped you take your mind off what had just happened.

You fell asleep on the floor with your back against your bed. Your mind wandered between fear, anger and sadness during your last moments of consciousness.

The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache. The soft pillow on underneath your head, made you feel the slightest bit better. Wait. You realised you were up on your bed, tucked in your comfy duvy. The light peered through your windows making your head throb at the brightness.

You looked away to darker parts of your room, seeing some pain relievers and a glass of water sitting on your night stand which only perpetuated your confusion. Nonetheless, you took them both, making you feel just a bit better. You were about to get up when your door swung open, hitting the wall.

“Whoops I’m sorry.”

You saw Roger holding a tray of pancakes. The stack of pancakes was adorned by powdered sugar and a trickling waterfall of maple syrup. It was such a heavenly sight, you had to restrain yourself from lunging at the sight of it. You couldn’t believe that Roger had made it for you. You couldn't believe Roger was responsible for it. He sat on your side of the bed placing the pancakes down.

When he had gotten a good look at you, he saw how distraught you were. You eyes were sore and puffy; Your hair was disheveled mess, sticking out in all directions. It was a good thing he left the pain relievers for you.

“What’s the occasion?” You practically drooling over the pancakes as Roger set them down.

“You seemed sad last night, so I head to the local diner and got some takeaway pancakes.”

“I knew you couldn’t have made them! and if you did, i guess that i’d have a big mess to clean.”

You both laughed. He’d been your best friend for five years now, and you both knew each other like the back of your hand. He handed you a fork as you wasted no time taking a bite out of them. It was a divine breakfast to say the least. You were devouring every piece as if it was your first meal in a hundred years. Roger could only sit back and watch, amused by how much happiness these pancakes. Little did he know it wasn’t necessarily the pancakes that made you happy.

“So were the pain relievers from you as well?” You asked, finishing up the last bit of pancakes. You laid your back against the headboard, the paper plate and plastic fork in hand.

“Yup, it scared me how much vodka you had drunk.” There was pity in his eyes as he said it. He saw how much was left in the bottle you held while you slept and it petrified him. For a second he thought you had died, but his worries were quickly washed away when he felt a pulse.

“Well yeah, you’ll have to remind me in the coming days.”

You trailed off, remembering your sorrow and pain from last night. You set down the now empty plate and fork onto the trail and took the glass of water from the night stand. Roger frowned seeing you still weren’t over what ever had happen. He thought that he might get punched for asking the question, but it was inevitable.

“So, what happened?”

You continued drinking your water, not really wanting to answer. You wanted to put it off for as long as possible, but Rog was persistent.

“You know you’ll have to talk about it sooner or later. It’s not healthy to keep it in, especially since you almost killed yourself over it.”

You stopped drinking and took a deep sigh. He was right.

“Zach and I broke up. He-” Your breath hitched and tears threatened to flood down your cheek.

Roger reddened, at the mention of Zach’s name. He always thought he condescending asshole. He’d always try to play nice around him just so you could be happy, but there were times when he couldn’t. He’d tell you that he was a dick or a pisshat. You’d always tell him to give Zach a chance, but deep down inside you agreed with every little statement.

“What’d the bloody wanker do?”

The anger in his eyes was terrifying. They were like lightning bolts that were about to strike at any moment, any where.

“He almost punched me, but he missed. He left a hole in the wall instead.”

You spoke softly as a tear rolled down your left cheek. You would have shrugged it off convincing Roger it wasn’t a big deal, but you couldn’t lie. You were horror-struck.

Meanwhile, Roger would have gone into complete hysterics if he wasn’t sitting on your bed at the moment. He tried to compose himself, but he couldn’t. He was ready to throw tables. He was ready to smack the Zach into the bloody ocean. He tensed up everywhere and you noticed his arms’ veins were completely evident. His gaze went dark as he angrily grit through his teeth.

“I’ll kill him.”

You put a hand on his arm, trying your best to get him to calm down. You stroke his arm gently, as he directed his attention back to you.

“Rog, I’m fine, no scars, no cuts. I’m just scared he might come looking for me.”

“I promise I won’t let that happen. I’ll always be there for you.”

He gave you a badly needed hugged, as he realised you needed to be comforted first and foremost. Despite the tight hug, it felt kind and tender. You sank into the hug as it was the first time someone had touched you with such affection and care. You truly felt loved.

Just a touch and a thought and I was gone

It had been days since the incident and you were relatively fine. You hadn’t seen Zach anywhere and you were starting to get back on your feet. Roger had really helped you get back to your normal self. He’d always speak out about his desire to “beat the shit and bullocks out the bloody cunt”, but you’d assure him, you didn’t even want to hear about him anymore.

Tonight was your first night out since, and Roger was accompanying you to be your wingman of sorts. He had thoroughly convinced you to get out and mingle and you had finally gave in. He had also invited Fred, Brian and John, but they all had turned it down last minute; something about them all going to the same meeting. It was a very bullshit excuse, but you and Rog didn’t really mind. It was high time the two of you had some best friend bonding anyways.

You were looking through dresses in your wardrobe, when you had finally found the perfect one. You went with a sparkly tube that ended mid-thigh; You thought it would do nicely with the white pair of boots you had bought the other day. You looked in the mirror, checking yourself out for a moment before you heard a voice from your bedroom doorway.

“I’d check myself out too if I were you.”

You looked back to see the blonde drummer himself, leaning against the door frame. A blush spread throughout your cheeks at his flirtatious comment; his flirtatious comments were quite regular, but you couldn’t help but blush.

Ever since he comforted you, you couldn’t help but feel more amorous around him. You’ve tried to brush it off, but your little crush on your best friend was growing stronger and stronger by the minute.

“Uh yeah well we should get going, before it gets too crowded.”

You hid your face behind your purse as you walked past him. He looked at you in confusion, wondering why you’d become so embarrassed all of a sudden, because you usually had some witty remark ready, but he followed nonetheless.

The walk to bar was relatively normal; you both talked about your day at university. You couldn’t help but stare intently into his eyes during conversation. You mentally scolded yourself for looking at him so love-struck.

By the time you had gotten to the bar, the chaotic atmosphere was in full swing. The pungent aroma of alcohol filled the air as you both stepped in. You both looked at each other knowing exactly what to do. He headed to bar to get some drinks while you searched for a booth. You pushed past the crowd to find a small booth by the corner of the bar. You slipped and looked around, really taking in the scene.

You toyed with the hem of the dress you wore, not really knowing what else to do. You came here feeling pretty confident, but now you really just wished you were home alone with Rog, playing scrabble. You came to impress the masses, but you were having second thoughts. You realised that the only reason you agreed to this whole night out thing was to impress Roger.

It seemed to always be about him.

You pressed your head against the table, realising just how strong you’d fallen in love with him. It was pathetic to say the least. You had fallen in love with a rising drummer who is known to steal the hearts of many. How could one compete?

You had barely spent five minutes in the pub, but you knew it wasn’t going to be a fun night. You decided you were gonna tell him this whole thing was too much for you and you were going to head home. You stood up from your booth and went to the bar.

When you got there, you found several girls fawning over him; You felt that he was the Queen Helen at times, just like Helen, his handsome face could start bloody wars.

You hoped that maybe he would accompany you home and you could hang out, but it was obvious he going home with someone who definitely wasn’t you. You squeezed through the crowd of females, before Roger noticed you and called out your name.

“(Y/N)! Sorry, I got a bit carried away.” He gestured towards the girls who cornered him into the tight spot.

“It’s fine. I’m just gonna head home, I remembered as assignment or two due tomorrow.” You lied, not really looking at him.

He was too drunk to hear you over the loud music, but he nodded thinking you said that you were going to head home with someone. There was a ping of jealousy that shot through his veins, but he ignored it. This was your night, he wasn’t going to stop you from having any fun.

You were a bit scared to leave all alone, but you quickly pushed those those thoughts away as you walked towards the exit. As you left the pub, rain started pouring. You rolled your eyes, sarcastically thanking the world for such great luck. You ran home as fast as you could but by the time you got home, you were soaking wet and too tired to do anything. You just changed into dry clothes and fell asleep on the couch whilst watching an episode of coronation street.

Why do all the red flags

Just look like so much fun, oh

I have a habit of searching for the damage

To share my love

You were out with your friend, Maria, having a chatting over some tea at cafe near the University. You were talking about random things that came to mind, until she brought up your love life.

“So, I heard you finally broke up with that awful douchebag, Zach.” She raised an eyebrow, hoping it was very much true. You just nodded in response, not really wanting to talk about it.

“Well, have you been out since?”

“Nope, but I did go to the pub with Rog the other night. I left early, but he went home with someone else.”

Your eyes lit up when you Roger’s name, but it quickly faded when you remembered he didn’t go home with you. Someone else ended up in his arms that night. Maria noticed this very clearly and did not hesitate to bring it up.

“Do you fancy Roger?”

She asked simply, taking a sip of her tea. You blushed, not really knowing how to respond. You hadn’t told anyone about your sudden intrigue towards him, so your mind was trying to find a response, before your friend answered the question herself.

“Oh my god, you have! You’re absolutely flustered.” She pointed at your cheeks that were as red as ever. She laughed at how embarrassed you were over it.

“Can you shut up! Nobody knows.” You scolded her, swatting her hands away. You drank some of your tea, to hide the increasing temperature of your cheeks as Maria calmed down.

“As much as I love your little friendship, that’s a really bad idea.” She said seriously. You put your cup down, listening to what she had to say.

“I mean no offense, but Roger’s well Roger. Literally everyone knows him as hot drummer you have to take home at the end of the night. You’re just you. You probably just fell in love with him, because you had no one else to love.

You were a tad offended by it. You could possibly in a relationship with infamous drummer, Roger Taylor, right? You thought she was probably just jealous that you had been friends since high school, while she was just another girl in the long list of girls that wanted to talk to him. You were also very sure loved him. You didn’t think of him as just some rebound that you’d stick with until you found someone better. You thought that he was that someone better.

You tried your best to assure yourself that you weren’t a pathetic loser who had fallen in love Roger throughout the rest of your meeting with Maria.

In the end, you didn’t really succeed and you were starting to hope your infatuation was just passing.

People will tell me that I messed up

And it wasn't love

And I'm secretly hoping they are right

“Hey (Y/N), I’m sorry I let you leave alone.”

Roger suddenly blurted from across the couch. You raised your head up from the book you were reading. You wondered why he had brought it up in this particular moment. You were both across each other reading books when he had brought up the subject.

This was the first time in a while that you were together, silent. You have been refrained from seeing him too much, because you were trying to let your crush on him die in peace, but it just wouldn’t. You decided today you’d have a lazy saturday and lounge around. It just so happened that you both decided to read a book in the living room right after breakfast.

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your eyebrows, not really sure if he was talking about that night.

“I mean the first night you went out in a while. I thought you said you were going home with someone else.” He said empathetically completely putting down the book he was reading to join you on your side of the couch.

“It’s fine really, don’t worry about it.” You said going back to your book, continuing where you left off. That was when he stole the book from your grasp and tossed it aside, allowing you to focus on him.

“Ro-”

“It’s not okay. You were still recovering from asshat, Zach. What if he had found you that night?”

You just realised that possibility; you hadn’t noticed it with everything running through your mind that night, but you thought it was fine now. You were fire. Everything was fine.

“It’s fine I ran home, it was raining.” You said, looking away. Roger frowned seeing you weren’t going to budge. He scooted back the slightest bit and gave you some room to breathe.

“I just care about you a lot.” His whisper almost was almost inaudible, but you not absolutely.

“I really am fine. I’d tell you if I felt otherwise, promise.” You said looking back at him, meaning what you said. He sighed, before speaking up again.

“Then why have you been avoiding me the whole week? It’s like I barely even see you anymore and we live in the same apartment!” He said throwing his arms up. You bit your lip, wondering if this was the best time.

“Rog, I don’t think it-”

“Please.”

He looked at you pleadingly. He did not like not seeing you, he hated it. He missed the way you lit up a room with your smile. It was like his sun had been gone the whole week. He was starting to worry if he had done something wrong and that was when he remembered the night you both went out.

When he came back home in the morning, he saw you still sleeping on the couch. He realised he had misheard and you had actually gone home by yourself. He had been filled with guilt since then.

“I think I love you, okay?” You admitted quietly as you looked down, fiddling with your fingers.

“You think?” He asks. He was obviously ecstatic at the idea that you loved him, but wondered why you thought so. He wondered why you weren’t sure.

“It’s just that you’re you! I don’t know why I just fell for you all of sudden. I started noticing all these little things about you and they just made me fall deeper and deeper. I thought it would just go away, but it hasn’t. You keep me up at night, Roger Taylor.” You finished, taking a deep breathe.

“What if I told you I loved you too?”

“Well then I’d guess I’d have no choice, but to love you back. I mean this whole wanting to kiss you and everything isn’t going away.” You joked, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Well, I’ve loved you for quite some time, if you must know.”

“Yeah that’s funny.”

You laughed, while Roger did not really know how to respond. You thought he joking back, but he was dead serious. You realised this and stopped laughing abruptly.

“Wait, really?”

“Yes, you’re really just oblivious aren’t you?”

You blinked once and pinched yourself to ensure this wasn’t a dream. You were surprised to find out it in fact was not. Your (E/C) eyes went wide as you looked at his blue ones, which were waiting for any kind of response.

“(Y/N)?” He asked waving a hand in front of you. You snapped out of your trance and tried to speak, but it all just came out as jumbled words.

“Me? Like? You? Too? Some Time?!” You mumbled as Roger laughed at the priceless look on your face. You seemed to be absolutely surprised to this revelation. Two people who have been best friends and living with each other for over 5 years fall in love? You thought it didn’t add up.

“I could just save you some and kiss you if you’d like?” He said as your stomach did backflips at the mere thought of it. You nodded as he cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours.

You hummed happily at how sweet it was. Funnily enough, the kiss was what brought you back to reality; you started to kiss back. Your lips were both in sync with one another as if they had been aching to meet each other for such a long time. When you both pulled away, all you could think is about kissing him again.

“Yes I do love you.”

“Sure?”

“Positive.”

Oh, I really hope I don't love you

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[brianandthemays]

Happier (John Deacon x reader)

A/N This is for @queens-n-roses 2k writing contest! It’s based off the song Happier by Ed Sheeran sooo expect some angst. I hope you like it, it took me a long time to write it!!

Warnings: Angst, a lot of angst, some fluff I guess

Word Count: 1772

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The bar was bustling with activity. The only light was a few spotlights that were positioned on the dance floor, changing color every few seconds. There was a dull thumping as the music roared over the noise of the crowd. The room was packed with people, dancing and drinking; intoxicated with the music and the lights, creating the hazy mood. But nothing compared to the glittering of your blue eyes that had John mesmerized.

           “Your eyes are so beautiful.” He said to her, brushing some hair out of her face from across the table. She blushed and leaned into his hand.

           “Hush, you.” She smirked, kissing his palm.

           “It’s true, your eyes are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.” He insisted, rubbing her cheek. She leaned away from him covering her face, turning hot and red. “Don’t hide them from me!”

She laughed, closing her eyes shut. He got up from his side of the booth and slide into her side. She wrapped an arm around her and pulled her tight to his side. She blinked up at him, smiling happily.

           “Beautiful.” He kissed her nose before placing his lips on hers and capturing her for the rest of the night.

 John and (Y/N) had broken up about four months ago. Or, should he say, (Y/N) broke up with him about four months ago. The two of them had dated for about a year before she was at wits end. She couldn’t handle the distance and the time apart and eventually felt it best to let their relationship go. It tore John apart. For weeks he saw her everywhere. Walking down the street, at the supermarket, at every restaurant he went to, but all those times it hadn’t been her. But here she was now, sitting alone in a booth in the back of a dark bar.

           “I just can’t do it anymore, John.” She was crying, her once beautiful eyes now dark with grief and fear. He rushed towards her, falling to his knees in front of her.

           “(Y/N), please, don’t go.” He begged, grabbing onto her shirt. She looked down at his, running her hands through his hair before shaking her head and walking past him, causing him to fall to the floor.

           “No, I can’t,” she repeated.

           “Don’t run away from this, (Y/N).” He suddenly felt anger coursing through his veins. “You always run from your problems.”

           “Excuse me?” She spun on her feet and faced him, tears streaming down her face.

He stood and faced her, too angry to think straight. “You’re a coward, you always run when things get tough, stop running.”

She just shook her head at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re being a child, John. Grow up.”

He laughed humorlessly, glaring at her as she walked towards their room. He stood, unmoving from his spot in the living room as she packed her clothes. He could hear her sobbing from the other room, but he couldn’t bring himself to go to her. When she walked back out, she stopped and stared at him. Giving him one last chance to save this.

           “Don’t leave, (Y/N).”

           “Why shouldn’t I?” She sneered “Should I just stay at home? Waiting for you night after night, waiting and wondering if you’re ever going to call me?”

           “You want me to give up the band? For you?” he spat back. She choked back a sob, his words hitting her like a brick. He froze when he realized what he had said, and the weight behind the words.

           “(Y/N) I-“

           “Save it.” She brushed past him heading towards the door.

           “Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” He reached towards her, but she flinched away, sniffling at her own actions.

           “I loved you, John.” She looked at him, longing for the affection they once shared. “But this is over.”

And with that she walked out the door, letting it shut loudly behind her. Finally, John let out a shout and kicked the wall, groaning in pain. But no matter what he threw, no matter what he drank, she was still gone.

 She didn’t look exactly happy, but she certainly wasn’t upset. She was staring absentmindedly around the room, eyes gazing intently for something. John’s heart stopped. Was she looking for him? He had to go to her. There were so many things left unsaid that he needed to say. So many feelings left over from your relationship that he needed to share. Without realizing it, he felt himself start to get up from his seat and move towards her.

             “John? Where are you goin’,” Roger’s voice and hand stopped him.

He glanced briefly over his shoulder at him, brushing his hand off of his shoulder. He nodded in your direction.

           “It’s her,” he breaths out.

Roger follows his gaze and sees her. He stood, knowing he would have to step in here. Roger knew fully well how their relationship had affected John, and how the break up had ruined him. He was the one at John’s side for weeks as he sobbed, drank and pissed his life away. He was the one there to help him out of the hole he made for himself. He couldn’t bare to see him go through that again.

           “John, don’t do this to yourself,” he begged, stepping in front of him

           “No, I just… I just need to tell her…”

           “No, you don’t need to tell her anything,” he demanded. “John, please.” His voice softened. He put his hand on John’s shoulder and made John look him in the eyes. “John, you don’t need to do anything.”

John’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked over Roger’s shoulder at you. You had leaned back in your booth, looking tired. He shook his head and brushed past Roger.

           “John!” Roger’s voice was lost of John as he made his way through the crowd towards her. She glanced his way and a smile graced her face. A bright smile that, despite the darkness of the atmosphere, lit up the entire room. It made his heart flutter and he raised a hand to wave at her. But she didn’t react. She didn’t even acknowledge him. She just kept smiling and he realized, she wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at the man walking past him.

The man was tall, just a few inches taller than John with brown hair and bright eyes. He was smiling and greeting her with two glasses in his hand, handing her one as he sat down. His arm went around your shoulder easily. She was looking at him in a way he had never seen. She was bright and happy, looking at him with so much devotion it made him sick.

She had moved on. It had been four months and you had moved on. He had been doing everything in his power to forget her and she had moved on. He had spent night after night drinking and sobbing his nights away and she had moved on. The thought made him nauseas. He started to back away as he felt tears spring in his eyes. He reached the bar and called the bartender over for a shot of vodka.

           “John, what are you doing?” Roger rushed to his side, waving away the bartender. “We worked on this.”

           “I need a drink,” He muttered.

Roger sighed and ordered him a beer. He sat next to John, looking at his friend as he held his head in his hands.

           “What happened,” Roger pressed.

John just shook his head, leaning so his head was pressed to the counter. Roger sighed and rubbed his back, looking over the dance floor to see if he could see the source of his friend’s distress.

           “She was with someone.” John’s muffled voice came from the counter.

           “What?”

           “She moved on.”

Roger frowned, realizing the cause of his sorrow. He took a deep breath, assessing how he should approach this situation.

           “She looked so happy.” John sat up, his big brown eyes watery. “Happier than she ever looked with me.”

He grabbed the beer sat in front of him and took a large swig of it. He looked over at Roger, who was raising his eyebrows at his friend. He downed the rest of his drink before scooting away from the bar. Before he could walk away Roger grabbed his arm.

           “Are you sure,” He asked, knowing his friend’s intention.

John nodded, looking over at the booth before turning back to Roger. “Positive.”

Roger nodded, patting his friend on the back encouragingly. Getting the approval from Roger, John set off in the direction of the booth. Just his luck, as he was heading over, the guy she was with was leaving the booth. She sat alone, sipping at her drink, looking beautiful as ever. She finally made eye contact with him. This time it was real, this time it was certain she was looking at him and her mouth dropped open. She set down her drink down quickly and straightened out her dress.

           “(Y/N),” he greeted “Hi,”

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and sent him a smile. “Hi, John.”  

           “I don’t want to take too much of your time,” he started, and she cocked her head at him “I just wanted to say,” he paused for a second taking in her. “You look so happy.”

She smiled at him. A shy smile, like she was afraid of it. He was apologizing, and she was accepting. He nodded at her, acknowledging the acceptance before starting to move away from her. But she stopped him, rushing up from her seat to grab his arm.

           “John, wait.”

He turned immediately to her voice and grabbed her arms to steady himself. She grabbed his forearms and looked at him. Then her arms were wrapped around his waist and he waisted no time in wrapping her in his arms, hugging her tightly to his body. He took an intake of her scent, knowing it would be his last.

           “Goodbye, John,” she murmured into his chest.

           “Goodbye, (Y/N),” He replied.

And just as quickly as the hug started, it was over, and she was pulling away. He didn’t want to let go, but he knew he had to. So, starting from his waist, to his arms, to his hands, their fingers touching for as long as possible before she was walking away, disappearing from him forever. He made his way back to the bar, sitting down next to Roger at the counter. Roger looked at him warily.

           “How’d it go,” he asked, cautiously.

           “Brilliant,” John said with a smile “it went brilliantly.”

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[forwhatiam]

Perfect (Jimercury;Jim x Freddie)

A/N: (This is for @queens-n-roses’ writing challenge!) This is my first time writing in a while, so my skills are a bit rusty. But I actually really like this and had fun writing it! Special thanks to @kaloi-jeni-doxun for reading over this and giving me the confidence boost to get it done. I chose to do Jim and Freddie because I’m never really comfortable writing reader inserts because I always feel bad when what I wrote doesn’t match up with the person reading it and this was an easy way out of that. (Idk how to add a read more, so like... sorry)

Song: Perfect by Ed Sheeran

Warnings: fluff

Pairings: Jim x Freddie

Words: 1.6k+

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“Jim, darling, wake up.”

Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the two men in the room they shared. Jim was turned away from Freddie, clutching a pillow.

“Freddie?” Jim asked, turning to look at his love.

“Yes, darling?”

Jim grabbed the clock on the bedside table and sighed, “I love you, but I think you might have overlooked the fact that it’s bloody midnight.”

“Jim, I need you to wake up and come with me to the garden.”

“It’s too early, you bastard!”

Freddie chuckled, “Yeah, that’s kind of the point.”

“Sit the fuck down and go back to sleep,” Jim covered his own head with a pillow while making a rude gesture.

“Please?” Freddie rested his chin on the Irishman ’s arm. Jim removed the pillow from his face with a sigh, threw off the blankets, and got up.

“Thank you, dear, now come with me, I have a surprise for you.”

“Hold on a second, I need to find my shoes.”

“Forget them, darling, let’s go,” Freddie reached for Jim’s hand and guided him out of the bedroom.

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Walking through the house, they had gained a few shadows. Oscar and Delilah were following right behind them, curious as to what their dad was up to. When they reached the door to the garden, however, Freddie had to shoo them away.

“Go on, this isn’t for you,” he said, nudging them along.

“Never thought I’d see the day you told them to go away,” Jim chuckled.

“Well it’s not every day you decide to do something nice for your husband, now is it? This is just for us.”

Jim raised his eyebrow at that. Freddie was always doing nice things for him, so what was so special about this time that warranted his admitting to it? Freddie laughed at the quizzical look on his face and grabbed his lover’s hand before opening the door.

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It was gorgeous outside. The light from the moon and the buildings surrounding the house lit the yard, giving Jim an amazing view of what Freddie had set up. There was a picnic blanket under one of the trees in bloom with wine and red roses, the thorns picked off. Freddie led Jim over and sat him down, moving the needle to play music on the record player he brought out just an hour or so earlier. As the beginning vocals of You Take My Breath Away started, he poured a glass of wine and handed it to his love.

“What’s all of this for?” Jim asked with a smile on his face.

“Oh, nothing at all too important, darling. Just thought you deserved to have a lovely time tonight.”

“Oh really? Well now, not too sure wine was the way to go, then,” Jim said, raising the glass with a little laugh.

Freddie’s face crumpled and his breathing quickened, “Oh no, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinki-“

“I’m just joking, dear,“ Jim stopped Freddie. “It’s perfect.”

Freddie gave Jim a shaky smile, visibly relaxing at the news.

“I’m sorry, love,” Jim said, placing his hand under his boyfriend’s chin, pulling him in for a kiss.

Freddie looked down at Jim’s lips and moved the Irishman’s hand up to his cheek, nuzzling into it as he held it there. They sat like that for a few moments, each one focusing solely on the other.

The first notes of The Millionaire Waltz floated through the air and Freddie stood up, pulling his love up with him by the hand that was just resting on his cheek. He placed the hand on his waist and grabbed the other as he drew Jim closer.

“Bring out the charge of the love brigade, there is spring in the air once again~” Freddie sang along softly, his head on Jim’s shoulder.

Jim laughed, leading Freddie in the dance. They swayed along to the music, two steps forward, one step back, repeat.

“You make me feel like a millionaire~” the song faded out, making way for the next.

“Would you look at us, dancing in the middle of the night, fancying ourselves in love like kids,” Jim said softly.

“We are kids, we aren’t grown until we admit it, darling. Don’t age yourself, you’re plenty young.” Freddie moved his head from Jim’s shoulder, looking into his eyes and studying the little wrinkles around them.

“I’m 47 years old, I’m not exactly a babby, Freddie.”

“47 years and you've still not had half of what the world has to offer, of course you’re young,“ he said with a dopey grin on his face.

“Whatever you say, love,” and with that, Jim twirled Freddie and sent him into a fit of giggles as he came back into his arms.

The music came to a stop. Freddie and Jim moved their dance over to the record player and Freddie turned himself around so Jim was hugging him from behind, chin on his shoulder as he flipped over the record.

“Caaannnn anybodyyyy find meeee somebody toooo looooove?~”

Freddie turned back around, grabbing Jim’s hand to dip him downwards. Jim watched Freddie, a smile on his face that served to deepen the crinkles around his eyes. As the music picked up, Freddie began singing to the man in front of him as their own pace quickened, jumping and twirling around in the garden they cared for together.

“I’ve spent all my years in believing you, but I just can’t get no relief~”

Jim spun Freddie outwards and Freddie reached down to grab one of the roses from the blanket, so when he was spun back, he had it between his teeth. Jim laughed and pulled Freddie in close, rubbing their noses together. They continued their movements, bouncing from foot to foot as they spun around dizzyingly.

“I work ‘til I ache in my bones! At the end of the day, I take home my hard earned pay all on my own~”

Freddie took the rose from his mouth and threw it away, laughing as Jim lifted him up and turned in circles. He was set back on the ground only to be dipped way down low, very nearly parallel to the ground, and hoisted back up into his love’s arms.

“They say I’m going crazy! They say I got a lot of water in my brain, got no common sense, I got nobody left to believe in~”

Jim relinquished hold of Freddie’s waist and they moved to stand by each other, each with one hand holding the other’s and pretending to conduct an orchestra, head banging to the beat of the song.

“I just keep losing my beat! It’s ok, it’s alright, I ain’t gonna face no defeat! I just gotta get out of this prison cell, one day I’m gonna be free, Lord!~”

Jim picked up Freddie bridal-style and spun around to the best of his abilities, Freddie holding on for dear life and shrieking with laughter.

“Find me somebody to love! Find me somebody to love!~”

They held each other’s hands and began to spin in a circle like kids playing Ring-Around-the-Rosy, slowly at first, but building up speed as the song built up volume.

“Anybody, anywhere, anybody find me somebody to love, love, love~”

They collapsed on the ground, dizzy from all of their dancing. Freddie brought Jim’s hand up to his face and placed a kiss on his knuckles, then holding the hand over his heart.

Freddie released his grip on his boyfriend and moved to turn down the volume of the music.

“Oh come on now, Freddie, what are we to do now the music’s gone?” Jim called, slightly out of breath.

“I think I know, darling.”

Freddie reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring, holding it in front of his love. Jim immediately got up and looked down at it and suddenly it all made sense why Freddie was so concerned with the night being perfect, even dismissing the cats.

“Jim, dear, I love you. I always have, right from the moment you first told me to fuck off. I mean, if we’re being honest, I think that’s what sealed the deal-” Jim laughed. Freddie smiled at him, “We won’t be able to get an official wedding, but I was thinking as long as we both knew, then… oh, I don’t know. The children would love to have you as their dad and I’d love to have you as my husband, darling.”

“The children?” Jim raised an eyebrow at him.

“The cats, Jim, the cats! They love you, dear, I’m beginning to think they’re traitors. So what do you say? Would you be my husband?”

Jim laughed, “I can’t believe you let me come out here the way I am. I look a mess and here you are proposing to me!”

“A mess? Oh heavens no, darling, you look perfect. I wouldn’t have you any other way,” Freddie said.

“Well I know how much you wanted tonight to be perfect, so if I wasn’t enough to ruin it, then I guess this really is love. Of course I’ll be your husband, dear, I practically was already.”

Freddie bounced on the balls of his heels, the biggest smile on his face as he slipped the ring on Jim’s finger. When the gold band was on, Jim captured his husband’s lips in a kiss.

“Now come on, dear, we’re married. Let’s dance some more,” Jim said, turning the record player’s volume back on.

“Ooh, love, ooh loverboy~”

Freddie held out his hand for Jim to hold as they moved back into each other. And so, in the light of the moon above, the two husbands fell back into their pattern, two steps forward, one step back, repeat.

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@blackrose-mcqueen

[oohlovergirl]

Say You Won’t Let Go [ROGER TAYLOR x READER]

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Word count: 2749

Summary: It’s your and Roger’s anniversary, and you reminisce on your relationship and history with him. 

Contains: FLUFFINESS

A/N: This is my submission for @queens-n-roses 2k writing challenge (congrats on 2k! (Except I think you’re already on 3k now!!)). This fic is inspired by James Arthur’s Say You Won’t Let Go. I hope you enjoy! Also: I want to apologize in advance for the typos!

You wake up to kisses to your face, your neck, your shoulders. You let out a tired laugh before blinking the sleep from your eyes. Once you finally open your eyes, you’re met with Roger next to you in bed.

“Happy anniversary, beautiful,” he says. 

“Happy anniversary, love,” you whisper back, stroking the hair out of his face. He closes his eyes at your touch. The soft morning glow made by the gauzy curtains, the birds chirping outside, and Roger’s comforting presence make you feel at peace, and you revel in the quiet morning. 

The silence is broken by small footsteps rapidly approaching your room.

“Hi Mummy!” your daughter says. She stops when she sees Roger, her eyes lighting up. 

“DADDY!” she yells, jumping onto the bed and into his arms. Roger was gone for two weeks for a business trip, and she was asleep when he came in last night. 

“Hi Princess! I missed you!” Roger says, peppering her face with kisses. She shrieks, swatting him away. “Hey, I got you a present,” he says in a stage whisper. 

“Really?” she asks, tiny hands gripping onto his shirt. 

“Yeah, you wanna go see it?” he asks while getting up.

“Yeah!” 

“It’s in the garage.” And then she’s sprinting out of the room. 

“What’d you get her?” you ask with a quirk of your brow and small smile on your face. 

About two seconds later, you find that he got her a new bike. A two wheeler bike, actually. And now you’re currently leaning against the front door wrapped in a fluffy robe with a cup of coffee in your hand as you watch your husband try to teach your daughter how to ride the bike. Watching them makes you feel… nostalgic. Perhaps it’s because of your anniversary, but you start thinking about you and Roger, and just exactly how you two got to the place you are today. 

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Your eyes glowed at him, and he felt an unfamiliar feeling tug at something deep in his chest. 

“Who is that? Roger asks Brian under his breath, slightly tilting his glass towards you. You’ve been eyeing each other for what seemed like hours. From the moment he arrived at the party, actually. Watching you in that long black dress with the thin straps and the low back. The way you cross your legs and how you lick the drink from your lips after you take a sip. The way you laugh at a joke your friend tells you in your ear. You, watching him in his dark sunglasses. The way he smirks into his glass. The way he looks at you as if you’re the only girl in the world.

“Oh, that’s Y/N,” Brian replies. Feeling like he’s had enough of watching you from afar, he downs the rest of his whiskey, slams down the cup on the bar counter, and makes his way over to you. You watch him with a smirk as he approaches, bringing your wineglass up to your lips. 

“Hello, I’m Roger Taylor,” he says, hand outstretched. 

“Hi Roger Taylor, it’s nice to meet you,” you say, gently grasping his hand. 

“I didn’t catch your name?” 

“That’s because I didn’t say it.” He smiles.

“Y/N, my name is Y/N.” You look over his shoulder to see your friend waving at you to go. “I have to go, but it was really nice meeting you, Roger Taylor,” you say before standing up, shimmying your dress down as it rode up, and walking down to your friend. And before you reached your friend, you turn around and blow him a kiss with a wink. He smiles to himself, heart beating a little faster than usual. 

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You guys meet again at another party. His eyes immediately landing on you when he arrives. You look the same as he saw you last, sitting in the back with a wineglass in your hand. This time wearing a red dress. 

And then a few drinks later, he finds you gripping his hand as you guys make your way out of the party. 

He feels as if his heart is soaring out of his chest, and you both are chasing after it, your hand gripped tightly in his, weaving in and out of the bodies in the crowd. You tilt your head back and laugh, your other arm reaching up, finger tips trying to reach the sky––reaching up and taking hold of his heart. And he never wants you to let go. 

He’s brought home so many girls. But this time, it feels different. 

He slams open the door and immediately pushes you up against it, mouth already on yours in a frenzied kiss, a little sloppy as you’re both intoxicated, but neither of you care. Too intoxicated with the feeling of one another. The way his hands grip your hips, fingers calloused from years of drumming rubbing at the exposed skin of your waist. The way you tug slightly at his hair, the way your lips feel so soft on his. 

He taps your thighs, signaling for you to jump, and you wrap your legs around his waist. You bump foreheads a little, and you break off the kiss with a giggle. You feel him smiling as he presses his lips to your neck. 

You two fall into his bed. He hovers over you, hips pressed into yours, lips sucking a dark bruise onto your collarbone.

“Rog,” you say in a breathless moan. He stops to drop his head onto your chest, groaning. At how beautiful you are. At how much he loves the way his name falls from your lips. You wrap your legs around his hips and roll over, so you end up straddling him. He smirks up at you, hands coming to rest lazily at your hips. You grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it up. He sits up to help, pulling it up and completely off of himself. Reaching a finger down, you trace his collarbones, his abs. He shivers, exhaling sharply. 

“Where did this come from?” you ask, skimming over the thin white scar on his hip. He looks down. 

“Bar fight.” 

“Bar fight? Tisk tisk,” you tease.

“I was seventeen! And the guy was an asshole!” he says defending himself while laughing. 

“How’d you get that? Looks pretty serious.”

“He sliced me with a beer bottle after I threw a tomato at him,” he says, his eyes crinkling. 

“Wait you threw a tomato at him?” you ask, incredulous. 

“Mhmm, when he grabbed the beer bottle, I grabbed the closest thing next to me and just hurled it.” You burst out into laughter, falling onto his chest. He wraps an arm around your back, burying his face into the crook of your neck, and you can feel him laughing as well.

And the previous actions cease. You’re on your sides, facing each other, hands propping up your heads. Both of you now too involved in talking about your lives. Childhood stories. First kisses. Favorite movies. His time in his band. Your family. 

But in the middle of him telling you about the time he pranked Brian, you’re hit with a wave of nausea. You gag, slapping a hand over your mouth before hurtling out of bed and into his bathroom where you promptly empty your stomach into his toilet. By the time you’re done and dry heaving over the bowl, you notice Roger behind you, holding your hair out of your face while rubbing soothing circles on your back. You wipe your eyes before turning around and giving him a small smile. He smiles back. 

“Let’s get you to bed, love,” he says softly as he holds your shoulders, leading you to his bedroom. He puts the covers over you, turns off the lamp on the bedside table and is about to leave (to sleep in his guest bedroom), but you stop him with a hand on his forearm. 

“Can you stay with me?” you whisper, eyes already half-closed. His throat is dry, heart tight in his chest. 

“Yeah,” he clears his throat. “Yeah, of course.” 

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You and Roger have been seeing each other for a few months now, having become really close friends––who also hook up sometimes (a lot of times). He just met you for some breakfast as he spent a night at your place after you called him at two a.m.

“Morning mates!” he says with a big smile as he walks through the studio doors. 

Brian narrows his eyes at him from his perch on the sofa. 

“What?” Roger asks.

“You smell like a vanilla candle exploded on you.” 

“I spent a night at Y/N’s,” Roger says nonchalantly, not even looking up as he’s busy tying his shoes. 

“Are you two dating? I’ve never seen you so interested in a girl for this long.”

“Thanks Bri, you make me sound like a right dick.”

“It’s true!” Brian says with his hands raised. Roger sighs. Because it was true. He’s never been this interested––hell––he’s never felt this way about any girl before. Ever. 

“I don’t know. She makes me feel––she makes me feel whole,” he mumbles. In any other situation, the rest of the boys would have teased him for being so cheesy, but this time is different––this statement felt really serious. Really real. And so they just sit there in silence. Brian’s brows furrowed, his lip pinched between his fingers. John has a small smile on his face as if he knows something that everyone else doesn’t know of. 

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“Hello, gorgeous,” a brunette man says, sitting down at the bar stool next to yours. You look up from your drink, not interested, but he seems nice and he was easy on the eyes. You wouldn’t pursue anything more with him other than this flirty banter.

But what you don’t notice is that Roger watches you with narrowed eyes from his seat on the stage, hitting his drums just a little harder than usual. Brian looks over from his guitar playing. 

“Settle down, Rog,” he says with a frown. 

Right when the last song ends, Roger stands up quickly, so quickly that he knocks into one of the cymbals, and stomps off the stage.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says coming up from behind you as he grabs your waist. You jump a little in surprise. 

“Hey Rog,” you say, confused as he wraps an arm around your shoulders almost protectively.

“Who’s this bloke?” he asks with a sneer.

“This bloke is a very nice man named Edward,” you say. 

“Oh––I’m sorry––I didn’t know you had a boyfriend, sorry,” he says before excusing himself from his seat. You whip your head around, face burning. 

“Outside,” you hiss before stalking towards the exit. 

“What the fuck, Roger!” you yell once you’re once outside. 

“What?” he asks, feigning innocence. 

“You can’t––you don’t get to be like this,” you say with a sigh––the unsaid words hanging in between you two. And his voice gets stuck in his throat, conflicted between telling the truth and hiding behind a joke. 

“I––I––that guy seemed like a dick,” he mumbles. 

“Yeah, but that’s my decision to make!” you say, throwing your hands up. 

“Why are you like this?” you ask, but you know. You want him to say it. A pause.

He stays silent. You scoff and feel tears prick at your eyes, disappointment tugging at your heart. 

“You know what, Rog, you are selfish. You’re a selfish prick. I’m gonna go home. Call me when you stop acting––when you figure out what this,” you wave your hands around, “is.” 

“Wait––Y/N!” you turn around, and he grabs your face, pressing his lips onto his. And even though you’ve kissed him multiple––too many times to count––this one feels different. 

“I’m in love with you Y/N Y/L/N. And I want to be more than friends––more than what we are right now.” You smile, grabbing his face gently. 

“I love you too, Roger.” 

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He walks back into the room with two mugs of steaming tea. And he stops in the doorway. Seeing you, sitting on the bed, hair messy, eyes still puffy with sleep. The light streaming in from the window encompassing you in an ethereal glow, he knows this is it. He quickly grabs the small box from the shelf next to him. 

“Y/N?” You turn to him, and you see him on his knee. Your heart stops. 

“I love you more than anyone and anything in the world. You’re my best friend, and you’re the love of my life. There is no one else I would like to spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me?”

You nod, speechless and don’t realize you’re crying until you feel the tears run down your face. And you climb out of the bed, your legs getting tangled on the comforter. And you stumble into his arms. 

“Yes,” you whisper. “Yes!” And he lets out an exhale, laughing. Tears pricking his eyes, and he clears his throat. 

“Did you just use two of your song titles while proposing to me,” you ask through sniffles, slightly muffled as your face is pressed into his shirt. 

The next day, you announce it to the band at dinner. 

“Welcome to the family, Y/N,” Freddie says with open arms. 

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You blink, and you’re back in the present. Mind focusing once again at the scene in front of you. 

“Daddy, I’m scared,” your daughter says, voice trembling, hands white knuckled on top of Roger’s. 

“It’s okay, Sweetheart, I got you.” 

“Promise you won’t let go?”

“Promise I won’t let you go.” 

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[letmeouttathischeapbmovie]

A Substitute For Your Love

Freddie Mercury x male!reader, modern AU, word count approx. 1.6k, fluff, pining, songfic (kinda)

*shows up a month and a half late with Starbucks* hey.

Everyone thank @queens-n-roses for hosting this challenge (congrats on the now over 3k followers!) and for putting up with my lateness. This one’s based on Heaven’s Gate by Fall Out Boy, a song that meant a lot to me when it first came out, and my friend told me to imagine Freddie singing it. So *glares in his direction* enjoy I guess?

Also feel free to read this even if you’re not a dude, just remember that the character in the fic is male or male-aligned. Also also! You can imagine pretty much any era of Freddie you want, but the image in my head was 77-78 like in the gif because let’s be real, NOTW!Freddie could Get It.

“Freddie?” you called over as you heard your record player kick abruptly to life from the next room, Pete Wentz’ bass thumping a little lower and slower than you were accustomed to. “Freddie what the hell are you messing with my stereo for?”

You really couldn’t be mad at him, just in general, but especially when you turned the corner to see him practically glowing from excitement and the soft light of the room.

“Y/N, darling, what’s the point of having all these records on vinyl if you don’t fuck with the tempo?”

You knew it was just a term of endearment he used for everyone, but something fluttered in your chest every time he followed up your name with ‘darling’. “The point is the better sound quality, you fiend.”

“Fucking hipster.” You stuck your tongue out at him for that, a gesture which he reciprocated. He was so adorable sometimes that it hurt, lean and lanky without looking at all awkward somehow. As Freddie flicked his tongue back into his mouth, you got a full view of his buck teeth and were filled with a rush of affection. That was a normal reaction, right? It’s not weird to feel a burst of warmth and love whenever you see your friend’s smile, especially since you know he’s insecure as all hell about it, is it?

“You’ve really never messed with the tempo of any of your records?” He cocked his head to the side as he asked.

“Of course not, Freddie, I’m not a child.”

“Well then my dear, you are missing out,” Freddie beamed as he stepped over to the record player and picked up the needle, fiddling about for a second before setting it back down.

One look from you…

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from your chest at Patrick’s distorted voice, the slower tempo and deeper pitch making the bends in his tone impossibly wider. When you looked back up at Freddie, he was smiling mischievously and opening his arms to you.

“Really Fred?”

And I’m on that faded love…

You rolled your eyes, but took a step closer and laid your hands on his biceps, arms resting atop his. His hands found his way to your ribcage, and you startled momentarily at their warmth.

Out of my body…

You hoped he wouldn’t be able to feel your heartbeat through his hands, but you were sure there was no way that couldn’t happen. At this point you’d be lucky if he couldn’t hear it.

And flying above…

His fingers tapped along to the beat, as if he were trying to map out the notes on a piano. It was dreadfully endearing, like everything else he did.

If there were any more left of me…

You weren’t surprised that you still had a crush on him. He’d been your best friend for over a year, and he was both friendly and devilishly attractive.

I’d give it to you…

Nope. Not surprised at all. Just supremely disappointed in yourself.

And I’ll tell you that I am fine, but I am a missile that’s guided for you…

You couldn’t ever be more than friends with Freddie. There was no way. He was so far out of your league, gorgeous and talented and sweet and you felt like you could barely even breathe in front of him.

Go out in the world, start over again and again as many times as you can…

“Are you alright, darling?”

You noticed that you were still holding fairly still, despite holding onto him. Perhaps because you were holding onto him. You really didn’t trust yourself not to act like a complete fool when Freddie was that close.

“Y/N, we don’t have to do this. I thought you would like it, but if I was wrong-”

“You’re fine, Freddie. I’m fine,” you blurted out a little too quickly. You couldn’t risk him letting go of you so soon.

And in the end if I don’t make it on the list would you sneak me a wristband…

You knew you’d never get anything better than this, just innocently dancing with him. It would be a crime to deny yourself that affection when Freddie offered it, no matter how much it hurt to think about.

Or would you give me?

Why did it even have to hurt?

Give me?

Would it be so hard to let go of that pain for a few minutes and just- be with him?

Give me?

Maybe just this once...

Give me a boost, a boost over heaven’s gate?

Pushing aside your better judgement, you leaned your head into his chest and smiled when you both heard and felt his gentle gasp. It was perfect. Freddie was perfect.

Give me a boost over heaven’s gate…

You let your hands creep up from his biceps to rest on his broad shoulders, leaving your cheek pressed to his sternum. You could feel the thick carpet of chest hair through his t-shirt, muffling slightly the warmth of his body and the steady kick of his heartbeat.

I’m gonna need a boost…

Or was the heartbeat yours? Possibly. If it was his, then, you must have just imagined how quick and shallow it was.

Right?

Cause everything else is a substitute for your love…

Freddie’s hands drifted from your ribcage to your waist, then finally found each other and linked at the small of your back. It was the safest you’d ever felt, wrapped up in him so completely.

Give me a boost…

Yeah, you could just take a few minutes to imagine you were more than friends with him. It was too hard to resist, besides, he didn't have to know.

A boost over heaven’s gate…

You were barely moving of your own accord, just leaning against him so heavily that as he swayed, you shifted with him.

I got dreams of my own…

As much as you wanted to stay pressed to his chest forever, you could swear you felt his burning gaze on the top of your head.

But I want to make yours come true so please come through…

Here with your face covered and your eyes closed, it was safe to dream about his eyes: those sweet stars of mahogany that glowed like amber when the light hit them right.

Honey please, please come through…

Sure, you could have looked up to see whether he was actually staring at you, but what was the use? He obviously wasn't. There were a hundred better things to look at just in this room. At least this way you could pretend you were one of them.

Out in the world, start over again and again as many times as you can…

Almost instinctively, you found your hands creeping past his shoulders to now link together, resting on the bare skin of his neck. Maybe it was risky. You couldn't bring yourself to care just yet.

And in the end if I don’t make it on the list would you sneak me a wristband…

His arms tightened around your waist. That had to mean something, right? No. You refused to get your hopes up only to be let down later.

Give me a boost, a boost over heaven’s gate…

You were just friends. If he implied anything more you must have imagined it.

Give me a boost over heaven’s gate…

The same way you definitely imagined his pleased sigh and the gentle stroke of his thumb over your back.

I’m gonna need a boost cause everything else is a substitute for your love…

Wait, what?

Give me a boost over heaven’s gate…

You had both just about stopped swaying by now, more stuck in a prolonged hug than any semblance of a dance. His presence both calmed and terrified you.

You’re the one habit I just can’t kick…

With your head still buried in his chest, you felt more than heard his voice rumbling along with the song.

You’re the one habit I just can’t kick…

Freddie seemed almost distracted, his usually clear voice coming out mumbled, almost slurred before trailing off.

You’re the one habit I just can’t kick…

“Y/N?”

You’re the one habit I just can’t kick…

His hands twitched at your back. Dangerous as it may be to your heart, you wanted nothing more than to take them in yours.

“Yes Freddie?”

You’re the one, you’re the one

“I didn't pick this album or this song by accident.”

You’re the one, you’re the one

His breath caught in his throat.

“And it's not just because I know you're gay for Patrick's voice either, love. Though I can't exactly blame you in that regard.”

You’re the one habit I just can’t kick…

“I picked it because it's true, Y/N. You're the one man I've never been able to get over, no matter how long or hard I've tried.”

Give me a boost, a boost over heaven’s gate…

You blushed and sputtered out the first thing that came to mind. “Was that a dick joke?”

Freddie smiled, but the gesture didn't reach his eyes. “Perhaps.”

Give me a boost over heaven’s gate…

He sighed quietly and tapped his hands on your waist, pulling away slightly. “I'm sorry. I know you only think of me as a friend, but I needed to say something and besides, you deserve to know.”

I’m gonna need a boost cause everything else is a substitute for your love…

“You can just forget I ever-”

You cut him off with a kiss, letting both your hands drift from his neck to cup his jaws.

Give me a boost over heaven’s gate…

Freddie gasped, freezing for a second before melting into the kiss. He pulled your body to his, pressing your chests together and smiling, breaking the kiss without moving away.

“Darling,” he whispered against your lips, “I should fuck with your stereo more often.”

“Don't you dare,” you scolded before kissing him again.

Give me a boost...

[taylorroger-s]

what’s another night on mars? // brian may x reader

a/n hey hey hey this is my first brian fic so pls go easy on me. this is for @queens-n-roses writing challenge yeet. i absolutely love this song, so when i saw it open, i had to get it. this is fluffy as shit, so get hyped

masterlist here!

based on another night on mars by the maine

warnings : none, but there’s fluff sweet enough to rot your teeth

enjoy :)

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this one goes out to my closest friends

the ones who make me feel less alien

i do not think i would be here if not for them

during the late seventies you were having the time of your life. on a whim, you decided to follow your best friend brian and his band as they traversed their way across europe and america. there was not much tying you to the uk besides brian at that point, so when you asked to tag along, they immediately agreed.

you were able to see small towns and big cities across the ocean in a different continent. it was like being on an alien planet. you could drive hours and hours and still be in the same state, while in europe you could drive an hour and end up in an entirely new country. it was culture shock every other day as you moved from place to place.

one clear night the bus was parked at a truck stop somewhere between richfield and cincinnati. most of the people following the band on the tour bus were out by the curb, having a smoke and retelling stories of the night before. you weren’t a huge smoker, so you stayed in the bus, curled up on the couch with a thin blanket covering you.

it was deathly silent, the only noise being the distant sound of a freeway and loud laughs coming from just outside. you could feel yourself slowly drifting asleep when someone tapped you on the shoulder. you groaned, shifting around so that you could see the person that woke you up. a head of curly brown hair greeted you.

“bri? what the fuck i was trying to sleep.”

“c’mon, i want to show you something.”

you swatted at his hand reached out to help you get out, taking your sweet time sitting up and then sliding off the couch. you slipped on dark blue boots and a new sweatshirt from two towns over. barely giving you time to yawn, brian grabbed you hand, leading you towards the back of the bus. his touch sent a dangerous chill down your spine. it was hard enough having feelings for him as a best friend, but it was even worse in that moment as he showed genuine excitement to show you something that made him happy.

brian abruptly stopped and dropped your hand. you stared at the back of his head, yawning heavily while he fiddled with god only knows what. just as sharply as he started, he stopped, reaching out for your hand again. you hesitantly took it, taking a moment to ask him what was going on.

“why are we headed to the roof of the tour bus?”

“you’ll see.”

you sighed, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. he sounded so cheerful, it was hard to act annoyed. he started up the ladder and you followed close behind, still suspicious as too what had brian so worked up. once you were near the top, he held out a hand to you again. he gently helped you up onto the roof, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as a strong breeze blew by.

he had fallen silent, but when you looked over, it was clear why.

his gaze was trained on the stars, a dreamy smile on his face. you could see the constellations reflected back in his hazel eyes, eyes full of wonder and awe for the expanse of the cosmos.

“beautiful, isn’t it?”

“mhm.” you responded, still looking at his side profile. he looked like an ethereal being with his perfectly chiseled features, curly hair dark as the night sky itself, eyes made of stardust and light. it took you a minute to realize he was talking about the night sky. but you thought he was just as beautiful.

brian looked over to you, giving you a small smile that make your knees weak and could outshine any astral being drifting throughout the universe. you were so entranced that when he asked you a question, he had to repeat it a few times before it really sunk in.

“you alright?”

“oh, uh, yeah, sorry. what did you ask?”

“want to lay down?” he reached down and picked up a red blanket that he must had stowed somewhere, other hand still gripping yours. you nodded, crossing your arms over your chest as he carefully laid out the blanket in the middle of the roof.

“bri, this is so highschool.” he looked back up at you, a bright glint in his eyes.

“what’s so bad about that?” you rolled your eyes, giving him a playful punch to the shoulder.

“nothing at all.”

brian reached out to you again, letting you lay down on the blanket before he went to lay by your side. he was right, the sky was beautiful. out in the middle of nowhere, with no town for miles, the stars were especially prominent. you could spot the wide strip of light marking the milky way galaxy, and the various constellations hidden beneath a complicated tapestry. before you met brian, you had never really been intrigued by the night sky. to you it looked like just dots of light in random patterns, something that you only saw during especially quiet nights or far away from the city.

just being in his proximity raised you interest in them exponentially. you could listen to him talk about the cosmos on hours on end. whenever he realized he was rambling, he would stop and apologize, cheeks flushing pink. you eagerly reassured him that everything was alright and encouraged him to keep talking. you loved how his voice would speed up a little when he got deep into a groove, the way he moved his hands to illustrate what he couldn’t find that words to say. but you of course had never found the nerve to ask him out. you were too afraid of ruining your friendship that took years to build.

“whenever we’re on tour, i tend to look at the stars a lot more than usual. makes me feel like i’m back home, under the same sky. then i tear my eyes away and i am thousands of miles from home.” he didn’t look at you, seemingly saying the words to no one in particular. it took you a few moments to gather the courage to respond, and when you did, it wasn’t the most thought through or articulate response.

“but, don’t you enjoy touring?”

“yeah, yeah i do. but sometimes it feels like… i don’t know, like i’m on mars or something. like i’m not where i am supposed to be.” he sounded so lost, so far away. it made your heart hurt. all you wanted was for him to be happy. so you went the tough love route to get your message across.

“that’s some grade a bullshit.”

“oh give me a break. with all the nights in shitty bars and throwing up in taxis, do you never feel… lost? not at home?” you sighed, propping yourself up on your elbow. he hadn’t even looked your way. his eyes still reflected the stars, but were a little duller after his confession. you wanted to reach out and run your finger down the lines on his face, down his jawline, and the edge of his lips. you wanted to brush his hair back from his face and pepper his cheeks with feather light kisses. but instead you watched him with your hands to yourself, listening to his soft breaths in the nighttime air.

“now why the hell would i feel like that? so what’s another night on mars? with friends like ours, anywhere is home.”

he fell quiet, and you turned back to the sky, mentally tracing the constellations as the silence stretched on. then, without thinking, you blurted out something that you couldn't hold in any longer.

“i always feel like i’m home with you, bri.”

you could hear him take in a sharp breath, and immediately regretted your decision. you could feel the sting of tear behind your eyes as you began to sit up, hands clenched in fists at your sides.

“i-i’ve got to go. see you later brian.”

“wait!” his thin fingers gripped your wrist, keeping you from leaving the bus’ roof. his eyes mirrored some of the emotion you felt; the bittersweet look of unrequited feelings and fear of loneliness. it made any words you tried to speak stick in your throat. he was breathing hard, almost more so than you. the tension in the air was palpable. sticky and sour and clinging to the air, to your skin.

“stay.”

he held onto you a little tighter, slowly pulling you back by his side. your heart was racing, but his touch calmed you. you were back down on the ground by his side, his hand was still holding yours, thumb moving lightly over your knuckles in small, even circles. he was your lifeline, keeping you grounded.

after all, with friends like yours, anywhere was home.

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