#and deaky said: uwu

[queencursedarchive]

The other day someone said on here that Deaky's posture is like that of a shrimp when he plays so obviously I had to edit him into the shrimp in desk chair meme uwu

[rogersbabyyy]

enemies with benefits, part 2 | roger taylor

summary: Your ‘arrangement’ with Roger (that was born from an unexpected fuck at Freddie’s party) has been working out just fine. But as the insults start to fade, the kisses becoming increasingly tender, you find that you like the man a whole lot more than you’d like to admit.

word count: 4.4k+

warnings/tags: smut (unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it) A LOT OF ANGST, fluff!!!!!, foul language

a/n- THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT! enemies part 2 is here! i hope it lives up to your expectations ahhhhHHH im sister scared. i finished writing this listening to elvis ballads and jeff buckley and i feel all lovie and my uwus are ready to be snatched. i’m not entirely happy with this, but then again i never am with anything. i also welcome feedback with open arms so please don’t be afraid to tell me what you think xox

read part 1 here if you haven’t already!

Two months later.

“Y/N,” Roger’s voice and a gentle nudge on your bare shoulder awoke you from your slumber. “Y/N.”

You shifted slightly in bed, subconsciously tugging at the silk sheets that adorned Roger’s bed to cover your naked chest, rolling on your side and feeling a dull ache between your legs. A soft grunt left your throat as confirmation that you’d heard him, and you heard him leave your side.

Opening your eyes ever so slightly, the black spiderwebs of your eyelashes filtered the London sunlight that poured through the open windows in Roger’s bedroom: a rare occurrence in the Autumn months. You caught a glimpse of Roger jumping up and down, trying to pull the skinny jeans that you threw to the floor last night over his legs. Stifling a chuckle, you raised an eyebrow at him.

“What’s so funny?” He grunted, a final bounce allowing the denim to slip up to his hips, his fingers nimbly fiddling with the zip of his fly.

“You look like an idiot.” Your voice was hoarse, presumably from yesterday, your memory of which was still somewhat hazy.

“Mhm, you weren’t saying that last night.” He leant over the queen size bed to kiss your temple, his voice climbing an octave or two as he launched into a rather unfortunate and somewhat unforgiving impression of yourself, “Oh, Roger, baby, fuck you feel so good! Your cock is so big-”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you, and I never said your cock was bi-”

“Don’t start!” His breath tickled the wisps of your hair that framed your face as he laughed.

“Where are you going, anyway?”

“Thanks to your insistence that I fuck you twice last night, I bloody well slept in, didn’t I? M’late for the studio again, Fred’s gonna have a field day.” Roger’s voice was muffled as he tugged a t-shirt over his head, before peering in the mirror and ruffling his hair as an attempt to look somewhat presentable.

“Can you lock up for me after you leave?” He looked at you expectantly, a keyring dangling from his fingertip. And you hesitated. The simple request made your pulse flutter; that was something men asked of their partners, as they were leaving for work, as casual and unconcerned as asking them to pick up milk or eggs if they got a chance during the day. Whatever this thing you had going on with Roger was, it wasn’t supposed to be like that.

Yet, the two of you found yourselves becoming increasingly comfortable with each other, insults fading to gentle teasing, along with moments where you’d feel his gaze on you when you weren’t looking. Freddie had picked up on the change, giving you a knowing smile when Roger brought you a cup of tea without you having to ask, or when you’d rewrite his lyrics in your spare time to save his bandmates the struggle of deciphering his unintelligible handwriting. Thankfully, Freddie carefully chose not to mention it, but it worried you that after two months of this whole ‘enemies with benefits’ thing, Brian had begun shooting you strange glances.

Brian was, perhaps, your closest friend. You’d desperately wanted to tell him what happened between yourself and Roger since you’d fucked in Freddie’s bathroom at that damn party, but you couldn’t. Roger was like his brother. It felt like you’d betrayed his trust somehow, hiding the dirty secret that was Roger Taylor.

The subconscious nodding of your head was enough to rescue your brain from the spiral it has descended into. “Sure. I’ll come by the studio later and drop the keys off.”

“Thanks, love, but make sure Brian and everyone doesn’t see, alright? Don’t want them asking questions.” He grinned at you, tossing the keys onto the foot of the bed, and you forced a quick laugh in response.

What if you wanted them all to know?

-

Later that day, you were sat in your parked car outside the recording studio, a take away cup of coffee cradled between your hands. You blew the steam rising from the cup, watching it curl before evaporating into the air; and then returning your blank stare to the dashboard. Your denial of having feelings for Roger had left you miserable, and the thought of having to come to terms with it all was frightening, to say the least. With a sigh, you patted down the pockets on your trousers to make sure his bloody keys were there, before unlocking the car door to make your way to the studio.

You pushed the door to the control room open carefully, so as not to make any noise in case they were recording. Roger’s keys were concealed in your first, and you intended to slip them into his palm or on a nearby table when everyone’s attention was required elsewhere. That was the intention, before you saw Roger’s arm around a lovely brunette, who was giggling into his chest. Roger himself snickered around the cigarette balanced between his lips, devouring the girl with his eyes and making no attempt to hide it.

You only realised you’d forgotten to breathe when you suddenly felt inexplicably dizzy, his keys slipping from your sweaty palm and clattering to the ground, catching his attention.

“Y/N!” His grin faded and he rose from the couch, stubbing out his cigarette in the process,  “Are you alright? You’re as pale as a ghost.”

This caught Brian’s attention, who was alerted to your presence as Roger expressed his concern.

“S’just vertigo,” you shook your head once to steady yourself, then leant down to swoop up the metal in one hand. “Here’s your keys.” Your breath caught in your throat as Brian shot you a confused glance. “Um, you should really stop leaving them lying around, Miami told me you left them in his office… yeah. Anyway. I think I left the iron on, so I better get going.”

“You just got here, stay for tea, at least.” Deaky chimed in, his eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“Really, Deaky, I should go. You guys look busy, anyway.”

“Hasn’t stopped you before.” The quip came from Roger, and his words stung you a lot more than you’d have liked to admit. The smile on his lips died quickly as he saw the hurt expression on your face, and you pulled the door open, leaving the studio without another word.

Brian’s voice filtering from inside the room was the last thing you heard before your sobs overtook your senses.

“What the fuck is going on between you two?”

-

What you and he had, it wasn’t monogamous or exclusive. You’d both agreed on the fact early on, giving explicit permission to each other to see other people. He shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t, mean anything to you. Above all, you hated that you’d forgotten how to hate him. You bit your lip against a fresh wave of tears and wiped your nose with on sleeve, chin resting on your knee (you’d been perched on the couch all evening, feeling sorry for yourself).

Three quick raps at the door was enough to pull you out of your self-lamenting melancholy trance. You immediately knew it was Roger, and as much as you wanted to ignore him, you couldn’t. You spent a precious moment deliberating this, when a further three knocks prompted you to open the door against your better judgement.

“What happened back there?” He demanded as soon as the door swung open, a hand perched on his hip. “Could you have made it more obvious? Not to mention you looked like you were about to pass clean out, are you okay? Jesus Christ.”

“I’m fine, Roger. Sorry about the keys. Just… Now’s not a good time, alright?” You looked at the floor to hide your face, cheeks most likely streaked with the day’s coat of mascara. Attempting to swing the door shut, Roger’s foot halted it’s motion; and you had no choice but to let him finish.

“Hey… hey.” His voice was soft, earnest, sincere, as he ducked his head to try and get you to look him in the eye. “Have I done something wrong?”

“I just feel so fucking stupid, Roger. I don’t know what I expected, I… I just want some time alone. I think this thing, whatever we had going on, was a mistake.”

“Was it that girl?”

You paused, debating on whether or not to tell the truth. “I never presumed you to only be with me, that’s unfair.” Breathe in, and out.

“I’ve just realised that I like you a lot more than I’d care to admit.” It came out as a whisper, and you were unsure if he’d heard you from the silence that followed your statement; until his fingertips brushed underneath your chin gently to raise your head to meet his eyes. You were surprised to see he was smiling, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re an idiot,” it came out in a breathless laugh, “you’re an idiot, Y/N. That girl, all the others, I don’t want them. They’re groupies, they’re so easy and they’re nothing compared to you. S’my vice, and it’s fucked up. I get with other women when I don’t want to think about you.”

“Rog,” you blinked, reaching up to grasp his wrist. “If you’re fucking me around-”

“No. No. Not you. S’why I didn’t want this to be serious. If I ever hurt you,” he swallowed roughly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, “I’d have to let you go.”

You inhaled sharply as your eyes searched his despairingly.

“I’ve fucked up every relationship I’ve ever been in, you know that. I’ve cheated on girls, Y/N.” His voice shook and he looked at the ground, his hand residing in his back pocket. He frowned and shook his head, “I can’t be with you.”

“I want you.”

“Don’t, just don’t-”

“I’m in love with you.” In truth, you didn’t realise you were in love with Roger until those words left your mouth in a last ditch attempt to make him stay. The confession cut him off abruptly, and his face crumpled. “I’m in love with you.” You repeated it again, trying to make the words sound right in your voice, because you hadn’t prepared for this.

His trembling hand reached up to gently cradle your face, his fingertips tracing soft lines over your skin. “Silly, silly girl.” A shaky smile tugged at his lips as he leant down to let his lips barely connect with yours, ever so delicately, the touch of a fairy.

“I was fucked ever since that bloody night in the bathroom,” His lips were still touching yours as he whispered, “And because I’m a selfish piece of shit, I love you too.”

“You should probably come in,” was the only thing you found yourself capable of saying, blinking against the sudden pricking of tears that threatened to escape.

He laughed softly, slowly standing up to his full height as tugged his jacket closer to his body against a sudden rush of wind.

“Thanks, m’freezing my balls off out here.”

You opened the door wider to allow him to pass through beside you, before shutting it with a soft click. Seeing him standing sheepishly in the hallway of your modest home was always enough to make you laugh, even tonight. With his leather jacket and aviators dangling from his neck of his shirt, he looked the part of a proper rockstar, and here he was. Surrounded by photos of you cradled in your mother’s arms as a baby, and baskets of laundry that you’d been meaning to sort out for a week.

You approached him shyly, arms crossing over the dressing gown that adorned your body.

“Scared of me?” He frowned, reaching a hand out to you to pull you into his body.

“Not you. Never you.” Your arms wrapped around his sturdy, comforting torso, cheek against his chest. He returned the gesture, as he buried his nose in your hair, arms circling your waist.

“Of getting hurt, then?” He rocked you slowly from side to side, his voice cracking barely above a whisper.

“Yeah.”

His fingers traced your jaw to prompt you to look up at him. He was even prettier from up close, you thought. Your nose almost touching his, you could see the tiny sun spots that were scattered on his cheeks, the stray eyebrow hairs that you constantly itched to pluck. Paired with his unparalleled mind that you’d had the privilege to see in action more times than you could count, he was a breathtaking man.

“It’s going to be alright, ‘ve got you. Mine.”

“Is this a bad idea?” You turned your head to whisper into his neck, and his hand squeezed your arm gently.

“Yes, s’what I’ve been trying to tell you. We’re too alike, you and I. Haven’t you noticed?” He pulled back. “Stubborn. Proud. Determined. Quick tempered, pretentious... I could go on, love.”

You suppressed a smile as he paused, deep in thought.

“But we’ll never know if we don’t give this a go. I love you. I love you, alright?” His hands rested on your arms firmly as he spoke into your eyes,

“Who would’ve thought,” your voice became softer as he drew closer to you, “Us. Together.”

“Fred’s gonna lose his shit.” And he kissed you properly for the first time since he’d told you he loved you, different from the frantic kisses after a studio session with the constant fear that someone was going to walk in, different from the sloppy kisses with alcohol on your breath on Roger’s leather couch. This was almost painfully slow, his tongue gliding beside yours, his arms fully enveloping your body to pull you into him.

“Bedroom?” You murmured, as his fingers swiftly began undoing the first button of your blouse.

“Mhm, you read my mind.”

-

You weren’t prepared for this side of Roger. During sex, he could be almost politely emotionally detached, always determined to show his dominant side with a hand around your throat or letting a string of his saliva drip into your mouth. You weren’t expecting the gentle kisses that laced your collarbones, nor how his fingertips fluttered over the sides of your hips.

“This is different,” you murmured, eyes closed as his tongue glided over a particularly nice spot on your neck.

“Never made love to you properly, s’always so rushed,” he sighed. “Let me take my time with you, believe I owe you one anyway.”

“If anything, I owe you, been so awful…” you trailed off while Roger’s lips continued to travel the length of your body

“Oh, don’t start getting soft on me, lovie.” He laughed, his breath tickling your stomach as he trailed gentle kisses down toward your thighs. “Just ‘cos we’re together now, don’t change, alright?”

Together. If you’d heard those words out of his mouth two months ago, or even heard him merely suggest the notion, you’d have decked him right in the face. Funny how things change.

Your hand easily found its way to tug at his hair as he nicked the soft flesh of the inside of your thigh. “Stop teasing!”

“Sorry, angel… ready for me, yeah?”

You nodded, almost timidly, feeling a strange wave of shyness overcome you as Roger glanced up at you with an eager, desirous look in his eyes. He’d been between your legs many times before, but you were never in love with him. Making love and fucking were two very different experiences, as Roger would agree. Not to mention, you’d never been with a man so utterly skilled and eager to please you

“Nervous? Never thought I’d see the day where you’d finally become starstruck.”

“Shush. Just…” You took a moment to admire how truly lovely he was, his lips a tantalizing shade of pink, his chin gleaming with your wetness as a soft smile played at his doe-like eyes. “I love you.”

His smile transformed into an almost childlike grin, which he, almost bashfully, attempted to hide by pressing a kiss to the top of your pubic bone.

“Love you.”

A soft squeal escaped your throat as Roger took you by surprise, eagerly pressing a slow French kiss to your core. His eyes were shut as he licked a few slow, careful strips over your entrance, his button nose nudging your clit just right. An explicit moan elicited from your lips, prompting him to delve further into your wetness.

His tongue entered you and flicked tongue swiftly against your walls, as he slid a single finger in with it. The pleasure this elicited was sensational, and you let him know, whining obscenities intertwined with his name.

You were squirming underneath his skillful tongue, your thighs convulsing as you gripped his hair desperately, and when he added a second finger, you knew you were done for.

“I’m so close, oh my God-”

He hummed softly against you, his free arm hooking around one thigh so he could press his mouth as close as possible to your clit, nicking the bundle of nerves ever so slightly with his teeth before easing the sharp pain (that was just the right amount) with his tongue.

Choked moans left your lips as your back arched, his skilled mouth leaving you unable to even speak.

“Say my name. Say m’name, lovie, wanna hear you…”

“Roger...Roger, R-Rog-”

His name left your lips in a tumble, like a prayer, your chest heaving as you pressed your pelvis toward his impeccable mouth. Your orgasm washed throughout your blood like a wave, to the point where tiny silver stars interrupted your vision. Clenching your thighs around his head to keep him in place, you shook violent against his very touch.

His tongue didn’t stop, not even as you finished, and you cursed, tears from the overstimulation stinging your eyes, as you tugged at his hair to pull him away.

“Too sensitive, too much, Rog!” You whined, and he finally pulled away with a satisfying pop, his chin glistening with your wetness. His brows turned inward, looking concerned as he saw a tear track its way down your cheek.

“Didn’t hurt you, did I? Oh, love.”

You shook your head, shakily propping yourself up on a couple of pillows so you were able to grip the back of his head and kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. A soft whimper left his throat as he rose from his knees to meet the kiss

A sort of empty feeling had arose in your pelvis, along with which came an insatiable thirst to have him inside you. It almost made you upset, something which only added to your post orgasmic hazy tears. You just needed him.

“Felt so good,” you sniffed, “So good.”

“Why’re you crying, then?” He asked, delicately stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers.

Shaking your head again, you fumbled for the bulge in his trousers, evidently straining against the restriction of the fabric.

“Jus’ want you,” you murmured, “Let me.”

“Nope.” He caught your wrist, smiling against your skin. “Tonight’s ‘bout you, angel, remember?”

“Rog,” you whimpered, “Want you-”

“You’ve got me, love-”

“No, no. Want you. All of you.”

You looked upward, desperately searching his baby blue eyes as you intertwined your fingers with his. He looked taken aback, something that was utterly unusual for Roger.

“You mean without-?”

“Yes.” You sighed, squeezing his hand. You’d never done it, had sex, that is, without protection. Roger was, of course, privy to the fact that you’d had limited sexual encounters before him, and they hadn’t exactly been fantastic. But a sudden urge had overwhelmed you to feel him, and all of him, now.

“What if-”

“It’ll be okay.”

“If you’re positive, love.” His eyes softened as he kissed your hand, his mouth lingering as he awaited your response.

“Never been so sure in my life. I love you, Roger.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” His lips found yours once more, the kiss becoming messy and passionate as he pushed you onto your back. You giggled at the sudden movement, legs circling his waist as you found yourself underneath him once again.

You reached down to his belt, and this time, he didn’t stop you. You unbuckled the leather in a practiced motion and easily slid it through the loops of his jeans, throwing it with a clang to the floor beneath the bed.

“Careful, s’was expensive.” He grinned, his fingers already tugging at his fly.

“S’pose you haven’t got any money from all those best selling albums, then? Twat.”

“Watch your mouth, darlin’, don’t make me tease you…”

“You wouldn’t.”

He paused, making a show of considering your statement.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t. Not when I want you this badly.” His words dissolved into a playful snarl as he placed a wet kiss on your neck, simultaneously shrugging off the denim that hugged his thighs.

The aching, empty feeling in your pelvis returned, and you whined.

“Need you. Need you, now…”

He silenced you with a quick peck as he removed his boxers, his cock slapping his tummy, the head a pale shade of scarlet with droplets of precum leaking from the tip. It looked almost painful, and yet he took particular care to maintain a calm manner

“Shh, shh. I’ve got you, yeah? Got all the time in the world. Wanna make this special for you.”

“It’s already perfect.”

His cock nudged your entrance unintentionally as he re-positioned himself closer to you, and you hissed, a noise which he silenced with a soft kiss.

“M’not gonna last long.” You whispered, your forehead pressing against his.

“Oh, neither am I, can tell you that right now. Not when I’ve got the most lovely girl,” he brushed away strands of hair clinging to your temples, “in all of London, perhaps even the world,” he grinned, “underneath me.”

You laughed breathlessly, shaking your head at his words.

“Be quiet, silly boy.”

“Apologies, m’lady.” He smile softened as he gazed at you lovingly. “This is going to feel different, alright? Better… a lot better, actually, but jus’ prepare yourself, alright? Don’t want t’give you a shock.”

Roger gripped the base of his cock and gently pushed past your folds, and you immediately shuddered, your eyes rolling back in your head. Having his skin against yours so much more intimate than you could have ever imagined, especially being able to feel every imperfection and bump. Condoms could sometimes leave you rubbed raw, especially at the speed Roger tended to achieve, but everything was already so much smoother and utterly perfect. The both of you fit together like a jigsaw puzzle, he wasn’t too big, you weren’t too tight. Perfect.

“Alright?” He murmured, sighing into your neck. “You’re so warm, fuck, feels s’good…”

“Can feel everything,” you breathed, nails digging into Roger’s back as he continued to slide further into your warmth.

“Me too, angel, Christ-” His eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, and you yourself gazed at him lazily through your lashes, drunk on lust and love and all the feelings that you had for the man.

“I’m so in love with you.” He whimpered, supporting his weight on one arm as his free hand cradled your cheek. “M’ so in love. Don’t deserve you.”

“Stop saying that, Roger.” You whispered, both of you inhaling sharply as your walls briefly spasmed around his cock. “We deserve each other. You’ve got me forever if you want me.”

He smiled, pulling out halfway before slowly bringing his hips back to meet yours. “I’ll always want you.”

You tilted your chin up to kiss him as he thrusted into you once more, as your fingers, seemingly having a mind of their own, found your throbbing clit, desperate for more friction.

“Nope,” Roger gasped, brushing your hand away to replace it with his own, something you were grateful for; his touch was forever superior to your own. He nimbly rubbed against the bundle of nerves, applying just the right amount of pressure that you whining and bucking your hips to meet his touch.

“Roger, oh my-”

His speed increased in a perfectly timed crescendo; his incredible in-built sense of rhythm always left you astonished, both in the bedroom, and in the studio.

“Fuck, baby, feels so… s’good, s’good…” you gripped his shoulders desperately as he rocked against you, biting into his shoulder in an attempt to quieten your moans.

Roger transferred his weight onto his elbows, so his forehead was against yours, the new angle allowing the head of his cock to nudge a soft spot inside you that caused you to cry out.

“Tha’s the spot, yeah?”

You nodded frantically in response, not trusting your voice. Craning your neck, you watched him sliding in and out of you, the slick, heavenly, wet sounds of skin on skin only pushing you closer to the edge. The sensation of him, bare inside you, was almost, almost, simply too much to bear. Even Roger, a man who you’d once called a whore, was seemingly overwhelmed, his face contorted with pleasure as his grinded his hips against yours.

“M’gonna… cum…” he grunted, his lips parting as he moaned your name desperately, burying his head in your neck. “Where’d you wan’ it?” His words became slurred, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he began to lose himself to the wave of euphoria he was about to experience.

“Stomach,” You gasped in response.

Roger quickly, yet gently, pulled out of you, your sheer amount of wetness making it an easy task. He fisted his cock furiously, pumping his length, as he threw his head back, and it was his turn to chant your name.

“Y/N, fuck me, love, m’coming… oh!” Expeditious white, hot ribbons of cum shot onto your pelvis as he growled, strands of his tousled blonde hair clinging to his forehead. “Fuck, fuck!”

You furiously rubbed tight circles over your clit at the sight of him coming undone, and came again yourself, your orgasm creeping up on you without much warning. But, soon enough, you found your muscles seizing, eyes fluttering, your entire body feeling like it was on fire; in the best way.

Roger collapsed on top of you just as you finished, fighting to catch his breath.

“Gonna get cum on you,” you breathed, referring to the mess he’d made on your belly.

“Don’t care,” he panted, pressing light, butterfly kisses over the span of your chest and collarbones. “Beautiful, beautiful lady, n’all mine, too.”

“All yours.” You smiled, kissing his cheek and taking his hand in yours.

“I’ve waited so long to hear you say that. Almost didn’t think it was gonna happen.”

[hearts-hunger]

I’m Happy at Home || part five

Look on my masterlist for parts 1-4!

Part Summary: As you and John near home, all this remembering the past has both of you thinking of your future together. At home, John shows you how much he loves you and how eager he is to make your family a little bit bigger.

Pairings: John Deacon x Wife!Reader; dad!deaky

Genre: Fluff, smut, a tiny bit of angst if you squint

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Smut! and deaky with a bit of a breeding kink uwu

A/N: Ok dolls, here’s the fluffy married smut you’ve all been waiting for! Keep in mind that I am the virgin-iest virgin to ever virgin, so if it’s not, like, accurate, don’t hold it against me. That said, I think it’s kinda hot?? So I hope you enjoy! Also, thank you for being patient with me this week! I hope it’s worth the wait!

You did have tea again the morning of Queen’s next show, and from there it started a tradition of show-morning dates at your flat or his or this lovely little cafe you’d found on your wanderings around the city together. Eventually your pre-show morning tea took place at your shared flat, and it had been something that had endured throughout your marriage. When Queen started touring and you and John were apart, you did your best to work around time zone differences; you’d stayed awake late and gotten up early just to be there with the kettle on as soon as the phone rang. It was inevitable that some dates had to be skipped, of course, due to bad connections or sick babies or sudden schedule changes. It was those times that you felt the weight of your distance most of all. 

Your shared tea this morning had been the first in a long time that you’d actually been able to have it in person before a show. Gone were the days of pub shows and university concerts around London, but as much nostalgia as you had for those days, you were much more proud of how well Queen had done and the part your husband had played in their success. 

“Brian really shouldn’t have made you make tea,” you told him, your soft voice breaking the silence in the car.

He chuckled. “Thought you might’ve taken a trip down memory lane,” he said affectionately. “And it doesn’t surprise me that you’re still hung up on that, even now. But it didn’t bother me, sweetheart. I was just relieved that I made yours the way you liked it.”

You smiled. “It was lady grey with a spoon of sugar and some milk, John,” you said. “How could you have gotten it wrong?”

“I was more nervous making your tea than I’d ever been in my entire life,” he said. “I thought, ‘god, if I don’t manage to make her tea just like she likes, that’ll be the end of it. She’ll hate me.’”

You laughed. “You’re so melodramatic.”

“Maybe,” he admitted. “But you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen, and you had me absolutely shaking with nerves.”

You felt yourself blush a little, his innocent sweetness still able to make you feel like it had when you were young and in your first flush of love.

“And, just for the record, I do like the all-natural thing.”

Your blush deepened. From sweet to raunchy in the space of a heartbeat, and you wouldn’t have had him any other way.

“You heard that whole conversation?”

He laughed. “You did admit that you and Brian weren’t good at arguing quietly. You’re still not. But yes, I heard the whole thing.”

“What about when you thought Brian was inviting you to take a look at my wiring?” you teased.

“He nearly gave me a heart attack,” he said with a wry smile. “Though I must say...”

He turned on his side and pressed a kiss to your thigh, running his fingers lightly against the seam of your jeans. “Your wiring is the most pleasurable thing I’ve ever studied in my long and storied career as an electrical engineer.”

You sucked in a breath, surprised at your response to his touch. Maybe you’d been looking forward to your backstage activities more than you’d thought.

“John.”

“Hm?”

You reached down and put your hand over his, stilling his movements. “Save it for when we’re not driving on an icy road in the middle of the night.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment and you worried you’d offended him, but a second later you could feel a grin spread over his face. His shoulders shook with laughter as he tried to keep quiet for your son’s sake.

He pushed himself up and sat next to you. “God, do I love you.”

Your smile was a bit bashful as he kissed your cheek.

“Probably a bit cold to pull over and show you just how much, yeah?” he said, only half-teasing.

You laughed. “With Teddy in the backseat?”

“We’ll just tell him we’re working on getting a new baby brother or sister.”

Your breath caught in your chest. A new baby? Could you have heard him right?

“Turn’s coming up, love,” he said, seemingly oblivious to the effect his words had had on you. You pulled into the driveway of the lakehouse, the headlights shining through the gently falling snow and casting circles on the front porch.

You put the car in park and turned to face your husband. “Did you mean that?”

He looked a little bemused. “Mean what?”

You bit your lip. “What you said about... getting Teddy a new brother or sister.”

His expression suddenly turned a bit nervous, his hand going to the back of his neck like it always did when he was uneasy.

“Oh, um... I dunno. I mean, only if you want, of course, but I’ve...” He met your eyes, bashful and wary as if he were asking for the moon and more. “I’ve been thinking about it lately.”

You felt a heady mix of relief and joy wash over you. “Me too, John. I’ve been thinking about it too. For... well, for a while now.”

“You have?” he asked, surprised. “For how long? Why didn’t you say anything?”

You could have laughed at how nervous the two of you were, like teenagers about to try fooling around for the first time. This was your husband, the man you’d known and loved for years - why were you so worried to talk about this with him? You shook your head. “I just thought... I don’t know, I guess I thought you might get angry or something. If I brought it up.”

A shade of distress colored his expression. “Angry? Why, what on earth for? How could I be angry?”

“You always say how hard it is to be away from Teddy,” you said, the words tumbling from you, unable to stop them now that you were finally talking about it. “I know how hard it is for you, and I thought you wouldn’t want to have more kids so you wouldn’t have to go through that more than you already have to. I thought you wouldn’t want another baby.”

John didn’t say anything right away; he carded his hand through his hair, and you knew he was thinking of what to say. That was something you had always loved and admired about him: he took his time to say what he meant. He rarely went off half-cocked about anything, and his words were intentional. 

He took a breath and met your eyes, taking both of your hands in his.

“It is hard to be away from Teddy,” he said. “It’s the hardest thing in the world to be away from my son, and it’s just as hard to be away from his mother, too. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want more kids with you, love.”

He smiled at you so tenderly it nearly took your breath away.

“I love you more than you could possibly know. I love our son more than life itself. Even if it’s hard, nothing would please me more than to have more babies with you.”

You felt the sting of tears, good tears of happiness and relief. “Really?”

He cradled your cheek in his hand and kissed you.

“Really,” he said, when you came up for air. He rested his forehead against yours and bumped your noses together affectionately. “As many as you like.”

You gave a watery laugh. “Let’s just try for one, for the time being.”

He chuckled. “Suits me just fine, love.”

You felt the warmth of his breath on your skin as he laughed, the smoldering desire you’d felt all night sparking into a fire again at the pure adoration you felt for the man you’d been so lucky to marry.

“Maybe... we could start trying tonight?” he ventured.

You grinned and threw your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. He caught you against him; you could feel his smile against your lips.

“Take that as a yes,” he said breathlessly when you finally pulled back. 

“I’m all yours, Mr. Deacon,” you said with a flirtatious smile.

He bit his lip as he looked at you. “You drive me mad, woman, you know that?”

He gave you a quick kiss and got out of the car to get Teddy from the backseat. You took your jacket and Teddy’s inside, turning on the porch light against the darkness. The house was freezing; you went to the thermostat to turn the heat up a bit. You heard John take Teddy into the bedroom Teddy had picked out when you first got here, declaring his claim on both levels of the bunk bed. You smiled at the memory, knowing John would tuck his son into the bottom bunk tonight.

You ventured into the master bedroom, hearing the heat come on through the house. More for coziness than for warmth, you knelt at the fireplace and lit the kindling under the logs John had set up for you that morning. In no time you had a cheery fire crackling away, giving a cozy light to your otherwise dark bedroom.

“Teddy didn’t even wake up when I put him in bed,” John said, coming into your bedroom. He kicked off his shoes where yours lay by the door. “Did you have him do some extra laps around backstage to tire him out?”

You smiled and stood, letting yourself be held as John put his hands to your hips and drew you close to him. “He was dancing with you the whole concert,” you said. “Between that and singing at the top of his lungs, it’s no wonder he’s all tuckered out.”

“Maybe we’ll get to have a bit of a lie-in tomorrow, hm?” John said with a smile, splaying his hand over the small of your back. “If Teddy won’t be up with the sun.”

“Even if he is, I’m sure Uncle Brimi would love some early morning company,” you joked. Brian was a bit of a wonder in that regard; no matter how late he stayed up, he could always be counted on to be up earlier than all the rest of you.

John grinned. “Works for me.” Then, like a kid eager to get his hands on a new toy, he scooped you up with his hands under your thighs. Startled, you hooked your legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders for dear life.

“Easy, sweetheart,” John teased. “I’m not gonna let you fall.”

You relaxed and kissed him, practically glowing as he held you like it was the easiest thing in the world. Your hands went from his strong, steady shoulders to his face, framing the features you knew and loved so deeply. He smiled up at you, looking at you like he’d never seen anything more lovely; as you often did, you realized anew how privileged you were to be loved by him.

“I believe it’s time to take your wife to bed, Mr. Deacon,” you teased gently.

He grinned. “That time already? If you say so, love.”

He walked the two of you over to the bed, easing you down until you lay on your back on the patchwork quilt. You kept your legs hooked around him and enjoyed the view as he pulled that lovely blue shirt off, revealing the much lovelier sight of your husband’s skin in the firelight, all golden and warm and begging to be kissed.

“Quit ogling me like that,” he laughed.

You smiled and sat up, hooking your thumbs in the loopholes of his deliciously tight jeans that hugged low on his hips. “Could it be that I’m making the famous John Deacon blush?”

He honest to god giggled at that, and if you thought you couldn’t adore your husband any more than you already did, you were proven wrong. His smile was like the sun, beautiful and pure, as he took your face in his hands and kissed you tenderly.

“I love you,” he said. “And I intend to spend the whole night showing you just how much I love you.”

His hands wandered to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head before unclasping your bra with the ease of a man who’d been doing the same movement to the same bra for a long time. He kissed you again before he eased you back down; you stretched languidly under his gaze and felt heat pool between your legs as he looked over you.

“Lovely thing,” he praised, his voice low and gentle and full of desire. “I could look at you for hours.”

Leaning on his hands on either side of you, he hovered over you and kissed down your neck, sucking at your collarbone before lavishing his kisses on your breasts. You carded you hands through his hair as his warm mouth sent flames licking through you, up from the steady burn of desire that had settled low between your hips. He tugged at the waistband of your jeans, pulling them off you one-handed while his other at your back lifted your hips to his. You could feel him through his jeans, already hard and ready for you.

You could hear how his breath caught in his chest as he pulled your panties off and tossed them aside with the rest of your clothes. You did blush then, unable to help a swell of pride at the effect you had on him.

“Do me a favor,” he said breathlessly.

You looked up at him as you lay back on the bed. “Depends on the favor,” you teased.

He tore his eyes away from your heat for a moment to meet your eyes. “Only if you want to, but... how would you feel about touching yourself for me?”

You felt a rush of heat. “You want to see?” you said, batting your eyelashes and playing coy, trying to disguise how eager you were to give him what he wanted.

He swallowed. “Y-yeah.”

You gave him a pleased smirk. “You put on such a good show for me tonight,” you purred. “I think it’s only fair that I give you a good show in return.”

“Fair’s fair,” he agreed in a choked voice.

You slowly spread your legs on either side of him, trying your best to keep yourself in check and ease your way to the center of your desire. Your hands trailed over your breasts, up your thighs, building the delicious tension in your whole body. You wished it was John’s hands on you instead of your own; god knows you’d had too many nights when your hands had to be a meager substitute, working as best they could in tandem with his voice over the phone. But he wanted it, and you would do nearly anything he wanted, and it wouldn’t matter for long anyway. The way he was already looking near to undone, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you for long.

“You know who I think of when I touch myself?” you asked, your voice silky with pleasure. Your hands reached your heat and you had to bite your lip to keep from gasping.

“Tell me, beautiful,” he said, his voice steadier even as his breathing grew more ragged. Though John’s dominant side was a thing to behold, you knew you had always had the power to unravel him completely.

Your fingers dipped between your folds, warm and wet at the sound of his voice. “Oh,” you gasped. You looked up at see his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I think of you.”

You drew your fingers up to your clit, letting your desire take over and rubbing deep, fast circles against it. Your eyes fluttered shut as your hips rose to meet your hands, your legs spreading wider. John gave a sinful groan and you arched your back in pleasure, the sound of it making the heat in your belly curl tighter and closer to the edge.

“Ah, fuck, John,” you breathed. You could feel your orgasm steadily building, your legs shaking as you continued to pleasure yourself. 

“Wait, wait,” he panted. You felt his hand over yours, big and warm and calloused, as he drew your fingers away from your heat. You gave a frustrated cry at the loss of contact, hips moving of their own accord to continue the friction you so craved. 

“John,” you whined. 

“I know, my lovely,” he said breathlessly, palming himself though his jeans. “You were close, weren’t you?”

Since he’d learned to tell if you were close to the edge in the early days of your relationship, edging and teasing you had earned a high-ranking spot in his favorite things to do in bed. You were usually game, but you’d been wanting him since before the concert, and you were in no mood to be teased tonight.

“No teasing,” you said petulantly.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” he said, his voice rough. “I only wanted to have you cum on my fingers instead of yours, even as pretty as yours are, but if you don’t want to - ”

You grabbed his wrist and pressed his hand to cover your heat, letting out a choked moan at the feel of him.

“That’s a yes, then?” he said. His fingers drew a stripe between your folds and he groaned.

“Christ, love, you’ve worked yourself into a state, haven’t you?” he gasped. “You’re soaked.”

Your hips bucked against his hand as his fingers barely even touched your clit, already a live wire with desire, his barest touch making your head spin.

“Easy, easy,” he said. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you.”

He hovered over you again, leaning on his forearm next to you, his fingers in your hair, showering your face with kisses. You dug your fingers into his shoulders as his other hand began its skilled exploration of your heat.

“Fuck,” you said, gasping with pleasure as he pushed a finger into you. “John, please.”

He set a steady pace, easing another finger in, the callouses on his fingers from playing bass making you dizzy with pleasure as he played you. Needy, high-pitched moans tumbled from your mouth in time with his movements, your thighs squeezing around his wrist as you came quickly to the edge.

“Gonna cum, John,” you keened as he curled his fingers in a come-hither motion inside you. “John - Jesus, John, right there. Please, I’m gonna - ”

“Cum for me, beautiful,” he said. “Cum on my fingers, show me how good I make you feel.”

“Oh god,” you moaned, waves of pleasure tearing through you as he brought you over the edge. You sighed against his mouth, holding tight enough to his shoulders to leave bruises. He rubbed your clit through your orgasm, drawing it out as long as he could; your whole body trembled with the aftershocks that seemed to go on for a whited-out eternity.

“Fuck,” you gasped, the stars slowly fading from your vision as the last shocks of pleasure died out. You let go of him, your whole body feeling like jelly, feeling the loss of warmth from John’s hand as he withdrew before the oversensitivity became painful.

He gave a breath of a laugh. “That good, huh?”

You pulled him down to lay next to you, an awkward crush of limbs half-off the bed, but he didn’t seem to mind. He kissed you deeply, your breaths never quite leaving the space between you.

“Thank you,” you said.

He smirked. “You’re welcome. Though really, it’s my pleasure.”

You ran your thumb over his bottom lip, pink and swollen from kissing you. “I can think of some other things that might be your pleasure,” you said, your voice husky but not worn out, not yet. Your first orgasm had only made you want him more, and from the feel of him hard against your thigh, it had made him all the more eager for you too.

“Where do you wanna cum, baby?” you asked, reaching between you to rub your hand against his erection. You felt the way his whole body shuddered with pleasure at your touch. “Between my legs? Down my throat?”

“Jesus, love,” he moaned, his hips moving against your hand. “Keep talking like that and I’m gonna cum in my jeans like a teenager.”

You hummed. “Can’t have that, now, can we?” You fumbled with his belt as you kissed him; though he let you for a second, he quickly batted your hands away and pulled back.

“Up there,” he said, nodding towards the head of the bed. Liking this dominant streak, you did as he said, settling yourself as he made quick work of his jeans and boxers.

You let out a choked sigh at the sight of his cock, flushed and heavy between his legs, the tip leaking precum as he made his way up the bed towards you. He settled himself between your legs, giving his cock a few quick strokes as you spread wider for him.

“Love you,” he said breathlessly, leaning down to kiss you as he put his hand to the small of your back, lifting your hips to meet his.

You opened your mouth to say the same, but your voice was cut off in a desperate gasp as he sheathed himself to the hilt inside you.

“John,” was all you could manage, but you were confident he knew what you meant. He kept you both there for a moment, steadying each other, giving you a second like he always did to adjust to him. Those few seconds with him inside you for the first time, filling you up, his warm skin pressed against yours, was easily one of your favorite things about making love to him.

He pressed kisses to your neck, sucking hard enough in some places that you were sure to wake up covered in love marks tomorrow. You couldn’t find it in you to be bothered, though, leaning your head back to expose as much skin for him as he wanted.

“I seem to recall you saying something about wanting another baby,” he said, his voice low against your neck. He was beautiful, his brown eyes lovely and dark with desire, his cheeks flushed, his curls mussed and coppery in the firelight.

“What are you waiting for, then?” you said. You felt his cock twitch and found yourself suddenly desperate for him to move. “Put a baby in me.”

That was all it took, and you gave a gasp of pleasure as he drew himself out almost completely before pushing back into you as deep as he could go. He set a steady pace, not the frantic thrusts familiar to a quickie, nor the slow, tender strokes of lazy lovemaking. This was deliberate, each snap of his hips against yours intended to unravel you as well as seeming to try and sink himself all the way into your heat with every thrust. You hooked your legs around him, drawing him even deeper.

“God, you feel amazing,” he panted, each breath punched out of him as he drove into you. “Absolutely perfect, god, I love you so much.”

You kissed him deeply, letting him catch each heartfelt moan in his mouth that wouldn’t stop coming from yours. He angled his thrust differently, hitting your sweet spot, and your cry of pleasure was sinfully loud.

“John, oh, please, John, yes,” you chanted, the words becoming more like pleas as you felt your orgasm build with every thrust. You tugged at his curls as he put his hand between you, rubbing circles against your clit.

“John,” you said desperately, knowing you were close. “Gonna cum, gonna cum - ”

His response was to deepen his touch against your clit, sending you over the edge almost immediately. White-hot pleasure crashed through you, drawing a string of curses and moans from the both of you as you tightened around him. You rode out your orgasm on his cock, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your whole body.

You could feel his strokes grow sloppier as he neared his own release, his breaths more like moans as he chased his orgasm and drew yours out as long as he could. 

“I love you, John,” you said, kissing every part of him you could reach, encouraging him and praising him as you felt him coming undone. “You’re so good to me, John, so perfect. I love you. I love you so much.”

One, two, three thrusts later he was spilling inside of you, buried deep between your legs. 

“Fucking Christ,” he managed, dropping his head to your shoulder. His breath was hot against your collarbone as he pressed kisses to your skin, his whole body shaking with the intensity of his pleasure.

You stayed there for a few seconds, feeling each other inside and out, enjoying the press of your bodies together as you came back to earth. Eventually he moved to pull out of you, your breath catching in your throat as your oversensitive body protested the movement. 

“Sorry,” he said with a wince. “Went a little rough, did I?”

You shook your head, giving him a dazed smile. “No, it was good. Really good. You’re always really good.” You had never been particularly articulate in the afterglow, the heady sensation of having been loved well and thoroughly always leaving you at a loss for words.

He breathed a laugh as he lay next to you. “Well, that’s really good to hear,” he teased lightly.

You pressed close to him, seeking his warmth; now that the heat of passion had been sated, you were beginning to realize how chilly it was in the room even despite the fire still casting a lovely glow over the two of you, all tangled limbs and slowly steadying heartbeats. He drew you close, running his hands tenderly over your skin, his touch intended to soothe and calm rather than tease.

“Do you think we made a baby?” you asked.

He chuckled. “If not, we’ll just have to try again, hm?”

You gave a contented groan as you draped your arm over his stomach. “Anytime you want, honey, as long as you do me like that again.”

You felt the warm rumble of his laugh as you lay your head on his chest, tracing the planes and curves of his lean-muscled frame. He let you take your time like you wanted, interrupting his gentle humming of “You’re My Best Friend” with a happy sigh.

“I love you, Mrs. Deacon,” he said. He drew your hand to his mouth, kissing right below your wedding ring, and you could feel his smile. “I want you to know that my feelings are true, I really love you.”

You couldn’t help the adoring laugh that bubbled out of you, beaming at him like you did every time he sang your song to you. After a decade of being loved by him, writing it was still the most romantic thing he’d ever done; he could sing it to you every day and you’d never get tired of the love of your life saying you were his best friend.

“Guess what?” you said.

“Hm?”

You kissed his jaw and felt the endearing warmth of his blush. “You’re my best friend too.”

Read part 6!

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[acdeaky]

the game

warning: foul language

note: i love pat murray with all my heart, mind and soul uwu (also, this is late i’m sorry)

word count: 1.3k

"whatcha looking at, murr? daft's over. mazz didnt get in" vinnie asked, sitting next to the ginger haired baseball player.

"i know that, vinnie," he snapped. "i'm texting my girlfriend." he sighed, keeping his attention on his screen. all vinnie did was turn to david and barone, both of them shrugging their shoulders towards the brown-haired boy. they had an equal amount of confusion as to who pat murray had the fortune to call his.

"ookay, well," he pressed firmly on his knees and stood up, "you'll wanna put that away before ty sees it."

"yeh, yeh." all pat did was wave his hand and continued to press down on the keypad. vinnie strode back over to david and barone, both of them mouthing questions as to who the mystery girl was to vinnie. all he did was shrug his shoulders and flail his arms to silence the boys. a sign escaped pat's lips before he threw his phone back into his bag and placed it into a cubby on the wall.

just as pat was about to sit back down, a large coach pulled up on the opposite side of the baseball field.

"they rented a fucking bus." he said in disbelief. his other teammates looked at and saw the scene unfold before their eyes. this was gonna be a long game.

——

"did i miss much?" you asked brian as you ran up to the side of him, noticing the large crowd, the ambulance and the police.

"nothing much, it's only just the final inning now," brian started, "huge fight broke out between the teams. pat, as usual, ran head first and jumped into the mound. me and joe ran to try and get the boys off of each other. garvey got knocked out by the other team and got sent off by a stretcher. ty and vinnie got arrested but they're sat in the back of that car right there." brian gestured to the car the boys were in, you followed his finger and saw the outline of ty and vinnie's bodies.

"nothing much missed then, huh?" you joked, earning a low chuckle from the older murray.

"nothing much missed." you and brian had such a good relationship, mainly due to the fact that you were always with each other for every single game of pat's no matter what, first as friends, but lately as his girlfriend.

you look onto the field, watching fotch hit foul-ball after foul-ball. confusion was written all over your face as you turn to brian.

"what's he doing?" you inquired, quickly glancing back to fotch.

"he's trying to walk," brian replied, watching the player continue to swing. "he's got a bad shoulder. must've pulled it and made it worse than before. he's gonna walk."

all you did was nod you're head and turn your attention back to the game. only seconds later, the umpire called ball and fotch walked heavily to first base, his team all hollering from the dug out.

you see pat walk up to the plate, his hands twisting around the base of the bat. your eyes stayed glued on him as he begins swinging the bat back and forth, mentally preparing himself to not fuck this up. the ball flys straight towards him, he swings and drops the bat, running to first base for his life. he only manages to move a few feet before the umpire calls it up for a foul ball.

a sigh escaped your lips and you tilt your head down in disappointment. pat had done amazing so far, he just need to keep it up. brian's hand lightly pressed on your shoulder as you lifted your head once again, staring right at pat.

as before, he raised the bat, getting ready to swing. the pitcher let go off the ball. it connected with the bat, making a piercing noise as it flew through the air. pat begins to run for his life again.

"go, pat! run!" you cheer through your cupped hands. pat rushed to the base, sliding legs first and collided with the base. he jumped up and let out a scream of victory.

you turn to brian and shook his arm causing him to chuckled. your restricted excitement caused a happy smile to fill your face. "he did it." was all you could muster, your happiness being an overwhelming factor right now.

pat looked over in the direction of his dad as he screamed, "i fucking guessed! yes!" he saw the proud smile of his dad, but also saw the happy face of his girlfriend. once you locked eyes, his back bent backwards slightly and he let out a loud scream of happiness. all you could do was giggle at his behaviour. he was the sweetest.

after pat's amazing bat, the game began to liven up again. palacco was up next to bat, then mazz. you cheered loudly for both of the boys, but even louder when mazz stepped up to the plate. you knew he needed as much encouragement as he could get.

his first pitch was labelled a foul and his second a strike, causing the d-backs to all groan and mumbled incoherent phrases. you could hear the groans and swearings of your boyfriend from second base. mazz's third pitch was labelled a foul once again, causing more uproar from him teammates, especially pat.

he goes, ready to argue with the umpire but not before you catch his attention. all you did was blow him a kiss, which you knew would change his entire demeanour. he instantly calmed down and returned to his base. everyone's focus shifted back to mazz and his next two pitches were called balls. his last pitch wasn't. he hit it with immense power, making it fly over towards the far fence.

the crowd and the d-backs erupt in applause. the team practically flung themselves onto the field as they patiently awaited those who still had to make their home runs. brian's applause and cheers were the loudest you've ever heard come from him. the d-backs were celebrating a well deserved victory.

screams were heard from ty and vinnie as they ran back onto the field, running as fast as they could to embrace their team.

"you can go see him." brian nudged you.

"really?" you questioned, getting read to run after his reply.

"game's over." he shrugged, a small smile making its way onto his face. without having to be told, you ran towards an opening in the fence and out towards the d-backs. your heart raced as you shouted out, "pat!"

somehow, above all the noise and commotion, pat had heard your cries. he turned and instantly met your eyes. he ran forward, wrapping his arms around your waist, yours around his neck, as he raised you up and swung you around.

"you made it." he whispered breathlessly after putting you down, his forehead pushed against yours.

"of course i did. i wouldn't miss your game for the world." you smiled widely before pat pressed his lips to yours. you could taste the sweat and dirt on them, but all you cared about was pat.

whistles and cheers were heard behind pat as his team unofficially met pat's girlfriend. he pulled away, staring into your eyes, completely ignoring the world around him.

"i love you, pat." you smiled happily.

"i fucking love you, too." he smiled equally as wide, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards his friends.

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[moviestorian]

Queen on Fire - Live at the Bowl 1982 concert (Hot Space Tour) LIVEBLOGGGGGGGG

As promised! :) Initially I was supposed to go directly from Montreal to Wembley, but dear @his-majesty-king-mercury convinced me to do Live at the Bowl before, and I’m glad she did!

Background: The concert is dated at June 5, 1982. As I wrote in the title, it was part of the Hot Space tour and was initially supposed to be played at Arsenal Stadium in Highbury. A day before the gig Freddie had a nasty fight with his then-boyfriend who had bitten him between a thumb and forefinger.

Let’s begin! - ugh Hot Space - but hey, it's gonna be fun! It's Queen, and Queen always puts the bestest live shows! - oh wowzie, this is mah first liveblog since April, long time not seen right? - my pizza's ready, my coffee's ready, my dip is ready - I think I can start watching now - Ooo wow, this concert lasts an hour and 43 minutes? I would die if I had to play on stage for that long - I can already feel the enthusiasm!!! The ENERGYYYY - FLASH AAAAAAHHH AHHHH - they're leaving the plane and look so hella cuuute - oh hi Crystal! oh hi Phoebe! Great to see you all! - gotta say... Freddie's outfit is fabulous. - Brian: plays the guitar and jumps the Crowd: HELL YEAH - I'm only 3 minutes in and my current mood is: fuck the critics whoever trashed Queen and disrespected their music skills - WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU - I love the fast version, slaps 100 times harder than the studio version - Deaky looks awesome in blue, I mean I already noticed that when I watched Rock Montreal, but let me reiterate - It's only been 5 minutes but let me tell you...not enough zooms for Roger - Freddie's in a good shape and form... not that I'm surprised - ROGER - cute red little scarf on mah boi's neck - THE FIRST FREDDIE AND ROG INTERACTIONS, I LIVE, I'M HAPPY - "hello everybody" "hey hey hey" good time to miss Freddie - Action This Time... Anyone surprised that it sounds better live than on the album? - ROGER'S VOCALS HOTDAMN - Brian's hair is floofy as usual... why am I acting like it's an unusual thing - I really really miss hearing Freddie and Roger together... POWER DUO - the synths get introduced... I neither love nor hate it tbh - okay not Queen related but the pizza is not bad, for a frozen one - Freddie, you feeling too hot for that jacket? And you Deaky, too? Get undressed, babes, I certainly don't mind - Play the Game! I love this song... Also Freddie playing on a piano is a blessing to us all - He really puts his soul into this one... Bless this man - Brian's backing vocals always sound so soft... My tenor angel - THANK FRICKING GOD THE SYNTHS IN THE BACKGROUND ARE BARELY AUDIBLE - LOL FREDDIE - he put a towel on his head I'm XDDDD what a legend - this and the famous plastic bag is a thrilling saga - AAAAA YOOOO - LMAO at Freddie throwing his...water?beer? at the audience - *Hot Space apologist speech* :P - we're at the funky part, I guess... - Brian and John's synchronized movements :)))) - ah okay it's Staying Power... I forgot what the song sounds like - Roger in black... I'm swooning - Roger has a nice closeup view on Freddie's butt, I mean back :D - This is not bad, but I'm gonna bet that I'll forget what this song sounds like again in less than two hours - John's haircut is cute and adorbs :D - OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - Somebody to Love!!!!!!!!!!!!! - The intro...sounds so sublime, soft, and raw at the same time - I love that it sounds slightly different, depending on the concert - This is really emotional... We shall see how it goes, but so far it surpasses even the god tier Montreal version! - Forgive me for not saying too much now... I'm fully sunk in the sheer beauty of this sincere performance - Love Roger's drumming and the crowd clapping to the beat! - "I like it" ME TOO FREDDIE - I wish we could hear Roger a tiny bit better! I love the crescendo part - That was beautiful :') - Now I'm Here!!!! asjgashasashjgas - I love it when they perform it at higher speed - The jumping crowd fairly represents what my brain cells currently look like - I hella love Roger's drumming in this song - well not just this song but y'know - Freddie...what was that??? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THAT FINGER??? - hehe you can tell that Brian's very into it :D - Brian trying to get Roger's attention... Rog is, however, fully dedicated to his drums :D - Freddie lying down after the song is a post-exercise or post-dinner mood - "Let's play a game" YES SIR - yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - "Go pretty boy, go" I'm SOFT - hear that bassline? YES ME TOO - (it's Dragon Attack if anyone's wondering) - Freddie Mercury: lead singer AND fitness instructor - wish I could make some screencaps, alas I'm watching this online so it would take too much effort so here we are - Fred, let BRIAN PLAYYYY nooo don't distract him! - out of context those cuts and shots look like John is jealous of Freddie and Roger XDDD this is gif and meme worthy (around 39 minute) - btw probably no one is interested because you came here for the Queen concert liveblog, but I got my period and I'm starting to feel it - IT SUCKS - ooooo Brian speaking! His voice is so soothing, I could listen to him all day and it would probably calm my nerves - acoustic guitar...I'm already in - WHY SO QUIET THOUGH - Love of My Life, I'm cry - Everyone's singing along from the very first line... this is beautiful - Everyone united by this song's pure beauty :))))) I'm not crying you are - Do you sometimes think about Brian playing the acords for this gorgeous track and there is no Freddie sitting beside him? - Yeah, I hate myself for that thought too - I might be a little bit emotional - No wonder it was this particular song was the one that finally convinced Bri's father to FINALLY accept his son's career - Brian's gentle smile I'm :') :') :') - *clap clap clap clap* SAME - We're at Save Me now... Are we doing a crying compilation or what? - This is almost as bad as the Queen Forever album I recently bought.. TOO EMOTIONAL - Don't get me wrong, I ADORE Save Me - But this is too much - Almost 50 minutes in and Freddie's voice is still STRONG AS A BELL - Remember what I said about the "fuck the critics" mood? Yeah the mood is back - Even the cute Roger/Freddie interaction almost makes me cry I'm agsahjhsAAAAAAAAA - I need a more lighthearted now BLEASE - I'm a tough cookie but when I have Queen feels very little can help! - Is this Back Chat? OH GOD - Please bring me back to the crying mode, I DIDN'T MEAN THIS - (I'm sorry Fidan and all the Back Chat fans over there, I'm not a huge fan of this song :-*) - We get a nice view on Roger's back, though *Lenny face* - The synths sound like a main theme for some mystery-drama tv show from the 1980s XDDD - I forgot how long this song is... - Get Down Make Love *insert Lenny face again* - Okay I gotta admit... lyrically this song is a mess and borderline cringey in the first verse, but I really like it musically - I GIVE YOU HEAT - I GIVE YOU MEAT *three Lenny faces* - Okay, let's just listen to the song and pretend we all forgot the English language, maybe? - That mid parts always makes me feel like I'm about to be abducted by aliens - Thank God I don't do drugs, I would start thinking I might be hallucinating - I assume that Brian's guitar solo starts now? - Nice intro! - And Roger gets time to breathe, the boy needs his oxygen - Actually, this may be one my favourite of Brian's guitar solos? - Brighton Rock :))))))))))))))) - Brian's hands are very pretty - oh noooooo - an error? - poor Bri - that disappointed guy who screamed "No" when the guitar stopped playing :D - thankfully he issue quickly got solved! - hi Roger, nice to see you back <3 - It's Roger's time to shine! - YEs, Under Pressure! - The Montreal version is gonna be hard to beat, though - Let's see - uu I like Fred's red jacket! - ...do you have any shirt underneath, though? Naughty boi - he does not LOL - "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH" - let me tell you again...Roger's mic is definitely not turned loud enough - This is great but still, I prefer the Montreal one - That beer always amuses me XD - Freddie, you want us to slap your ass? - Oh no, he's just announcing Fat Bottomed Girls XDDDD - "I was just a skinny lad" the editing team: cuts to the camera angle which shows Brian first and Freddie after him - Roger's "oooh" is funny because he's really into it :D :D :D - Freddie is now a pole dancer, he changed profession - The crowd, always cheering when Freddie gets undressed :P - I sense Crazy Little Thing Called Love incoming! - yes it is Crazy Little Thing! - Freddie's joke about the three guitar cords XDDD - This song always slaps - "she drives me crazYY" - ReAdY fReDdIe - FREDDIE PLS STOP FCKING YOUR GUITAR - this is pretty - BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY YEAH - he sounds so soft :)))) - and now so raw - "Momma UwU" - can't unsee this fricking meme now ajsdhjgdhjds - My favourite guitar solo :')))) - they actually played the video??? - I miss spaniel haired Deaky tbh - *instense drumming* *fireworks* - Oh Brian is wearing this cool shirt he also wore in Montreal! - jumpy Deaky...too bad you can onnly see him from the distance - GONG - that was sexy - Roger hitting that gong in the black outfit is sexier than shirtless Rog hitting the gong, change my mind - TIEE YOUR MOTHER DOWN TIEE YOUR MOTHER DOWN - There's only some 15 minutes left... The time always passes so quickly when I'm watching a Queen concert - Another One Bites the Dust! I've been waiting for thiiiis - Deaky: happy jump - He knows it's his time to shine - wait a second, when did Roger change his shirt? - I need a good closeup - Freddie be like *imma slap my thigh now* - ooo I see Roger's Japanese shirt now! It's pretty cool! - Brian looks great too - Those flashing light are kinda migraine-inducing, thankfully I don't have an aura today - SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER heartattack - Looks like Freddie is flirting with Red Special :P - they're going absolutely crazy XD - WE WILL ROCK YOU DRUMLINE INTENSIFIES - LOL the sombrero on Freddie's head :P - ups mr editor dropped a frame - And now we're truly heading towards the end... I'm gonna start associating We Are the Champions with farewells soon - Well done, boys - I know I say it every single time - But you can't stress this enough - :)))) I'm glad I did this liveblog - They look exhausted but very satisfied :))) - Bye bye!

Next time I’ll be doing Wembley 1986, hopefully soon!

Tagging all the people who expressed their wish to read my ramblings. :) Enjoy!

@his-majesty-king-mercury, @x5vale, @radio-ha-ha, @mephisto92, @39-brian, @melisa-may-taylor72, @silapril, @kitty-rushes-in, @lydiannode, @an-abyss-called-life, @litsy-kalyptica, @importantmuggoophero, I hope I didn’t forget anyone! ^^ Comments are nicely welcome! :3

[tangerineflowers]

Cowardice (Brian May x Reader)

this is absolute garbage i had a terrible time focusing but brian may stole all my uwu's and i cant breathe

warnings: one swear, awkwardness, shitty writing, kissing, passing out, light bullying of brian

"Let's spend the night togethAH!"

Roger sang jumping around and ripping you from the comfort of the bar away from a sweet conversation with Brian about your favorite constellations. You gave him an apologetic look as you were yanked to the dance floor. The boy's were fresh off an amazing performance and the after party was always a really fun time. You'd been Paul Prenter's assistant for a month now and a much of a prick he was you loved being around the band.

"Roger I was talking to Brian!" You protested laughing at his drunken antics he rolled his eyes.

"Flirting about stupid space stuff is the worst form of flirting." He spun you around and you both jumped around making fools of yourself to the David Bowie cover of Let's Spend The Night Together. While the two of you danced Brian watched from the bar. He specifically watched you, and Roger's hands. Roger knew both sides of your crushs on eachother and as much as he urged you to tell eachother garanteeing that you wouldnt reject eachother always insisting the other didn't like you. Brian wasn't too worried about you two dancing. You and Roger had always been close friends.

"No, No, Nononono." You stuttered out to Roger sitting in the sound booth of the recording studio while Brian recorded and it was just Freddie, Deaky, and the producer across the room. You and Roger whispered on the couch as you just kept gushing about Brian to him.

"C'mon Y/N... No matter how many redeaming qualities he has the mans a coward. At least when it comes to the ladies." Roger laughed softly and you just glanced down at your hands taking a shaky breath.

"Promise me you'll talk to him tonight? After we're done recording." Roger insisted and stood up as Brian came into the room leaving an empty space next to you. When the time finally came for you to tell him you chickened out and went home disappointed.

Tonight would be different though. With liquid courage in your veins and Roger's constant looks and remarks of "Now!" "C'mon!" "Just do it!" You rolled your eyes and walked away from him back over to Brian gently tapping him on the shoulder he quickly swiveled around his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

"Y/N!" He smiled at you. "Glad to see you survived that dance party." You blushed nodding.

"Brian could I talk to you somewhere quiet?" You said leaning up to his ear so you didn't have to scream over the music.

"Yeah...uh.. of course." He looked at you alittle worried but his expression faded away as you took his hand pulling him outside and trying your best to collect your words before you spoke. Brian didnt let go of your hand once you were outside and you smiled before taking a deep breathe staring up at him nervously.

"Bri...Could we..I..Can i kiss you?" You finally spit it out and you impatiently waited for an answer as both of your cheeks went bright red.

"Yes..definitely.." Brian said quickly before awkwardly bringing his hands hesitantly up to your face and you went up on your tip toes taking his face in your hands he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. Brian brought his hands to your waist and pulled you closer you wrapped your arms around his neck playing with his hair he gently moved you so that your back was against the cool brick wall. You deepened the kiss and he followed suit. You couldn't help but begin smiling during the kiss and then you started giggling he pulled his head away from yours worried about what you were laughing about.

"You're so cute.." You said running your hands through his hair and he laughed softly looking back at you alittle confused.

"Y/N, What's all this about? Please don't say it was a bet.." He looked at you concerned and pulled his hands away from your waist. You immediately felt terrible.

"No Brian that's not what-." You took a deep breath gathering your words.

"I like you." You said softly grabbing his hands and your heart fluttered when you saw him smile.

"Jesus I sound like a schoolgirl." You accosted yourself and Brian laughed.

"It's okay I like you too." Brian smiled and you felt your knees buckle grabbing onto his shoulders for support you giggled.

"That's so exciting to hear!" You said with happiness dripping from your voice. Brian had a wide smile on his face as he felt you hug him tightly and he hugged you back. You stayed there for a moment and sighed fluttering your eyes closed. Brian did the same and you stayed in that bliss for a few minutes before the door next to you flung open and Freddie gasped dramatically. You giggled as Brian quickly pulled off you.

"Oooo what have I walked in on.. two sweethearts alone in the night?" Freddie took a sip of his drink raising his eyebrows.

"Freddie would you give us a moment." You chirped shooing him away and he laughed shutting the door and running back inside.

Brian looked at you opening his arms for you to resume what was happening before and you happily obliged snaking your arms around his neck he held your waist.

"Do you want to tell the guys?" You asked under your breath hoping he caught your 'I want a relationship please' drift.

"Sure." He said tucking your hair behind your ears before pulling away and kissing you one last time. You smiled touching his chest before using your other hand to open the door next to you and breaking this kiss from him leaving him puckered you grabbed his hand hurriedly pulling him inside. Brian laughed softly following you through the bar you immediately found the band in a booth. As you walked over hearing Freddie yelling about the two of you snuggling outside. You quickly slipping in the booth next to Freddie. Brian following soon after and resting his hand on your knee you doing the same. Freddie stopped talking as soon as he saw you and laughed glancing at your hands.

"Got anything to say for yourselves snuggle bugs?" He teased raising an eyebrow and resting his chin on his hand smiling brightly at the two of you. You giggled at his antics and glanced at Brian quietly asking if you should say it him but he cut you off announcing.

"Y/N and I are dating." Brian smiled his eyes glinting and Roger laughed rolling his eyes.

"Fucking finally!" Roger smirked at you two.

"It was getting tiring hearing about how hopelessly head over heels you were for eachother." Roger joked looking at you especially but Brian flushed as well.

John gave a small cheer clinking his glass with Roger.

"So who said it first?" He leaned towards you both and you giggled.

"I did." You smiled cheekily and John's smile dropped sighed dramatically taking £10 out of his wallet and shoving it in Rogers already open smug fist. You laughed as Brian's face was embarrassment. You moved your hand up his and squeezed it.

"But I kissed her!" Brian said grasping at his small act of bravery with you he squeezed your hand before wrapping it around your shoulders pulling you in.

Roger groaned and handed Deaky back half the money a proud smile on his face.

"Good on you, Bri." John smiled and you did also before a yawn over took you and you pressed closer to Brian. Conversation went on between the band about the album and other music things you listened chiming in now and then until you had fallen asleep head on Brians chest. Roger took notice first stopping Deaky mid sentence and pointing at you he laughed as silently as possible and they all looked at you hung over Brian your face buried in his chest and Brian rolled his eyes mouthing that he was going to take you home. Deaky winked and Brian rolled his eyes picking you up and carrying you to his shared apartment with Roger.

He somehow got the door opened and he layed you on his bed. He took your heels off and put you into one of his softest shirts. Brian got a glass of water for you and put it on the bed side table. He took a shower and changed climbing in bed with you before he could weigh his morals on whether or not he could hold you he felt you roll over and hug him tightly. He smiled and pushed your hair out of your face kissing your forehead before taking slow deep breathes.

He could get used to this.

[lacontroller1991]

Across the Universe (Gwilym Lee!Brian May x Reader)

PURE FLUFF UWU

You worked a 9-5 job at the planetarium. The planetarium where you spent most of your free time in when you were younger, and as you went through college the planetarium helped pay for your education. However, when you got out, they offered you a full-time job as an instructional tour director. Not that you complained. You loved the job. Your (e/c) shined with devotion and joy as you taught young kids about the universe outside of the place you called home. However, you were lonely, and the loneliness was something you were never fond of.

“(Y/N)!” Your boss called out to you from across the room causing you to stand up.

“Yes sir,” you replied as he smiled at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“We have a big name coming in for a visit and I want you to be the tour guide,” he mentioned as you froze.

“How big of a name?” You asked timidly as he turned you around, making you look at the crowd that surrounded the door.

“Her majesty big.” Your eyes widened as the famous mop of brown curls walked into the welcoming room. You unconsciously smoothed out your blue dress and wiped your hands on your dress, ignoring the way your heart beat rapidly.

“You want me to escort Brian May around the planetarium?”

“Yep, you’ll do great!” He said before pushing you forward, causing you to stumble and fall in a pair of arms.

“Careful love, are you alright?” If it hadn’t been for the circumstance, you could’ve sworn that you’d faint.

“Uh yes, I’m fine, thank you.” You blushed as he lightly laughed, gently helping you up and placing you back on your feet.

“So, I am supposed to be meeting a (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for a tour, any clue of where she is?” He asked as you rubbed your neck, a habit you had since four.

“Actually, I’m (Y/N). Pleased to meet you.”

“Brian May. The name is Brian May. Pleasure is mine,” he smiled while you blushed more and let out a nervous chuckle.

“Well let’s get started shall we?”

“We shall.”

“So the building was built by James Cordner in 1873, however, it has been remodeled constantly and now we have a large viewing room for observers to observe the stars on cloudless nights.”

“What got you into space?” He asked as you smiled.

“I was a huge fan of the Beatles when I was younger and their song “Across the Universe” made me fall in love with the concept of space. Sounds cheesy but I mean it’s true,” you replied smiling at him as he nodded, looking around the room before rushing to a galaxy he saw on the wall.

“Is that the Messier 81?”

“Yeah, it’s one of my favorites to look at. It was what I always imagined a galaxy to look like when I was younger.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, sounds pathetic but I was young.”

“I think it’s cute,” he replied, causing you to blush before turning away and continue to walk.

“Come on, there is other stuff to see!” You called after him as he let out a laugh before walking to catch up.

As the day came to an end, a feeling of sadness washed over you at the thought of never seeing Brian again became a real possibility. Coming to a stop, you turned to face him, looking for a key in your pocket.

“Okay, so this is my secret place where I normally come up at night and just stare at the stars and watch the night pass to day,” you spoke in hushed tones, pulling out a key and unlocking the door, allowing you and Brian to enter. His mouth fell open as his eyes skimmed across the walls painted with stars, constellations, planets, and galaxies. A big telescope stood in the middle of the room as you pressed a button that opened the ceiling to reveal the hot summer twilight.

“It’s beautiful,” Brian commented as you took a seat in the chair by the telescope, beckoning him over to see the moon in your vision.

“Take a look,” you motioned for him to lean his head down towards the scope. After having a look, he leaned back up, almost bumping heads with you. Your breathing hitched in your throat as he leaned down. Both of your breaths laid on each other before he cleared his throat and moved away.

“Well, thank you for the tour, however, I must get back to the band, they’re probably wondering where I am.”

“Of course, I can walk you out,” you offered but he held up his hand, feeling guilty for leaving you behind.

“Thank you again. See you around,” he said before walking out, leaving you in your room that all the sudden felt empty.

Walking into the hotel, Brian saw his band sitting in the chairs, drinking various beverages.

“Brian! Where’ve you been?” Freddie greeted him first, bringing him into a hug as Roger and John looked at Brian with confused facial expression.

“What’s wrong Bri?” Deaky asked as Freddie let go, looking his longtime friend in the eyes, noting a hint of sadness.

“Didn’t you go to the Planetarium? Thought you would’ve like that,” Roger mentioned as Brian nodded his head before taking a seat and sipping a drink one of the waiters poured.

“I did. I had a great time.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Freddie asked as Brian sighed.

“There was this girl there, and I like her. Like a lot. She gets me, I get her. And I left her there.”

“Brian, go get her.” The words spoken were all Brian needed before he grabbed his guitar and rushed off to the limo, heading to get where you were.

You were sitting on the edge of the window with your feet hanging over the side as you felt the summer breeze gently blow your hair. You glanced up at the changing sky, thinking about the day you had.

“Hey (Y/N), I’m leaving, you’ll close up?” Your boss shouted, breaking your concentration.

“Yeah, sure!” You called back, hearing the door to your hiding place shut. Turning back to the sky, a soft guitar played in the background.

“Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,

They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe

Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,

Possessing and caressing me.

Jai guru deva om

Nothing's gonna change my world,

Nothing's gonna change my world.

Nothing's gonna change my world,

Nothing's gonna change my world.

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,

That call me on and on across the universe,

Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they

Tumble blindly as they make their way

Across the universe

Jai guru deva om

Nothing's gonna change my world,

Nothing's gonna change my world.

Nothing's gonna change my world,

Nothing's gonna change my world.”

You looked down and saw Brian playing on his guitar in a field of tall grass. You smiled before leaving the window as he continued playing and rushing out of the building. Running in the grass, you stopped when you came in front of him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I like you. I feel a connection and I know you feel one too. Listen, I have to finish the tour, but after the tour, I’d like to come back and spend some more time with you if you’d allow me to.” Brian stated as you stared at him in shock before nodding your head and hugging him.

“I would like nothing more than that.” You responded before pulling him down in a kiss, a kiss that felt like fireworks and a kiss that wouldn’t be the last, and suddenly, you felt like you wouldn’t be alone ever again.

[flowersfrombefore]

obviously i ship you with 70s deaky and roger uwu but AHEM WHY FO YOU THINK ME AND 80S ROGER WOULD BE GOOD TOGETHER BESIDES HIM BEING A UVKJNG DADDY- and also 70s freddie uwu

I DONT KNOW MAYBE I JUST THINK YOU GUYS WOULD BE A HOT COUPLE YOU NEVER SAID THIS COULDN’T BE SELF INDULGENT SHIPPING ID PAY TO WATCH YOU GUYS MAKEOUT

aw i love my 70s darlings with long hair they make me soft 

[pigapigaaa]

Hello! Night At The Fandom anon here again ❤️You are so right, Queen really makes you develop a hand fetish, especially when you are looking at photos of them all day 😂. I agree with you, Brian and Roger's personalities are so different yet fit so well together! Like you said, a lifetime bond. Got another question to get to know you better: favorite Queen song? (or favorite three). And album? Hope your week is extra nice, take care! - 💫

ayeeeee sorry for the late reply love ><

IKRRRRRR, when I saw camera zoomed in on Deaky or Bri’s hands on the concert I can’t help but think ‘oh my god they must be good at fingeri-’ asadfhsajfa I should stop it’s inappropriate >A<;;;;;  (I’m sorry if you’re uncomfortable with me, just say it ok? uwu) yessss!! they blend together so well. I envy their bond tbh XDD

My fave Queen songs:

- Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy 

- Let Me Live

- Dog With A Bone (Freddie’s powerful voice + Roger’s raspy one, perfect combi aadshdfehhska)

As for my fave album is The Game, I think? :D

Thank you for send me an ask again, have a nice day darling~ ^ ^