#bernie taupin x reader

[gothicwidowsworld]

Bernie Taupin #1

Had this idea for literally weeks feels so good to finally get it out even if it’s not exactly like i planned it lol 

The silence was terrifying, Y/N felt like a stranger in the presence of what used to be her best friend. “I’m going home… for a while” Bernie continued his tone gentle but even then he couldn’t hide his seriousness behind his small smile. “And Y/N’s coming with me.” The song writer stated his storm blue eyes twinkling at just the mention of her name. Y/N though Elton hadn’t heard the small addition of information at first until he turned to face the female. “And what’s your excuse?” Elton questioned a frown settling on his tired features. “It’s just time I went..” Y/N shrugged pathetically, hating the way the man’s eyes bore into hers. “That’s not it Y/N/N” Elton teased but this was no playful tease it was cruel and malicious. 

Bernie lent forward offering the girl a supportive pat on the thigh. The pair had never really had romantic interest in each other but over the past couple of weeks they had found a form of comfort in each other. “I’m pregnant Elton.” Y/N mumbled tears begging to make paths down her y/s/c cheeks. “Y/N’s coming with me, We’re going to at least make a go at doing this properly.” Bernie clarified. They all knew what he meant, Y/N had come from a somewhat formal family so getting their permission for her to go to LA in the first place was a battle. When Bernie got on one knee after the y/h/c female’s revelation even she’d called him crazy… Well that was the polite version. 

“Oh I see so the man didn’t even stick around long enough to help you put your knickers back on!” Elton hissed aggressively pushing his large glasses up his nose. Shaking her head Y/N refused to let the brunette man's word hurt her even if they did feel like a thousand tiny knives had decided to use her as a sharpening block. “Well go! GO! See if I care!” Elton scoffed, ignoring Bernie’s stern glare promptly sent his way. Silence filled the air again, it seemed like time had frozen causing an perpetual tone of hate to fill their lives. 

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

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[death---dealer]

ok ok ok im watching rocketman and im thirsting over bernie taupin all over again

It’s the weirdest thing, I watched Rocketman the other day and had the same THOT.

“Do you know what writers block is?” Bernie asked, the small tinkling of his spoon hitting the side of the tea cup stirring some sort of annoyance out of you, but in the best way possible. It was one of his antics, something that Bernie did when he was struggling to write, when thoughts weren’t coming out on paper like they should have. Or at least, how he thought they should have which should have been seamless because he so often compared his writing skills to Elton’s piano skills which were near perfection. He hated moments like this, when his pen would press against the paper and just seep without any substantial words being created. He was hitting the tea cup lightly and rhythmically, one and two and three and four, you counted in your head, wiping your hands off with a towel and shrugging your shoulders. Despite finding it slightly annoying, you did find it endearing that you knew Bernie well enough to know why he did it. And why it continued as you spoke to him in a soft voice, as if that was going to lead to some resolve of his problem.

“You’ve told me about it a few times,” Rounding the small table in your flat, you stood behind him, letting yourself lean against his chair, chest against his back as your arms draped over his chest In any other moment, you’d have recklessly let your hands dip between the fabric of his thin t-shirt, soaking in the warmth of his skin but not now. The stance you were in was one of reassurance, your eyes gazing at his notepad which, albeit was full of scribbles, would no doubt be something amazing in the future. It always was with Bernie. Anything he seemed to write… Anything turned out poetic and beautiful and it left you envious at times that he made love to songwriting so passionately. “In all the time we’ve been together, it’s only happened maybe once before.”

“Only one time?” Bernie’s voice came out rather posh as he turned his head, pressing his hair into your face further as you smiled into it. “Maybe I’m just tired then.”

“We did have a long night last night.”

“Mmmm.” He murmured under his breath with a grin of his own, only this one was much more mischievous than your own. “I did beat you at cards though, so it was worth staying up passed our bedtime.”

“Such a scandal.” You whispered, giving the back of his head a sweet kiss of support. “Maybe we need to spice things up, get your creative juices flowing to help your writers block, babe.”

Bernie’s eyebrows rose in an almost comical way at this proposition. “Are you going to let me beat you at cards again?”

“I’ll let you win once but after that, I’m kicking your pretty ass.”

“Ah, just the way I like it.” Bernie laughed, grabbing you by your shoulders and tugging you towards him. The shove that you received, urging you to lean back onto the table as his hands worked at scooting his cup and notepad out of the way, was soft but firm, assuring that this was where it was going. “You play a fair game, my love.”

“Oh, I’ll do anything to help inspire you.” You gushed, smiling as Bernie leaned down, letting his lips fall against yours as his mane of hair dripped over the two of you.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Two bassists in rhythmic love; John Deacon x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this was a part of @sohoneyspreadyourwings​‘s Secret Santa giveaway. And SURPRISE @thosequeenboys​ I AM YOUR SECRET SANTA!!!!! It was so nice getting your approval on some aspects of that I added into this. So this fic is a crossover b/t BoRhap and Rocketman since you reader are the bass player to Elton John.

So pairing wise you’ve got John Deacon x reader for romantic

And platonic Elton and Bernie.

I hope you enjoy this you lovely darling and it was great to be your Secret Santa :)

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“Deacy no!” I shrieked.

“Deacy yes.” He mocked.

“Hehehe Nohohoho……stop!” I tried to get away but there was just no stopping this endless torture.

“You know what’ll make me stop love.” He taunted.

“I can’t…..plehehehase. I love you.”

“Aww and I love you too. But it still won’t get you out from saying what I want you to say.” I shrieked and cried out once more as he moved from tickling my sides to my ribs.

“Okay! OKAY! I GIVE I GIHIHIHIVE!! I’LL SAY IT I’LL SAY IT!” he ceased his tickle torture and I finally confessed what he had wanted me to say before this tickle torture started up. “John Deacon is the handsomest, most talented and funkiest bass player out there. And he’s also a jerk.” I added which made him squeeze my hips but I squealed and pleaded, “Okay, okay! Okay I was joking! I didn’t mean it!”

“That’s what I thought.” He said as his hands left my hips but then came up and cupped my face.  His thumbs gently stroked my cheekbones and he whispered. “How did I ever get so lucky to find someone like you?”

“Believe me, I ask myself that everyday about you Deacy. Guess it was just—fate.”

“I’ll take that.” He said as he leaned down and lovingly and gently captured my lips with his.  I lifted my hands up and stroked through his newly cut short brown hair. I felt his thumbs gently stroke both sides of my cheeks as our kiss continued until the need for air became dire.  “You sure you like the new hair?”

“Yes John. I mean as much as I’ll miss braiding your long, flowing locks, this short hairstyle suits you. But I swear to you, if you ever give yourself a mushroom I will use it as a pillow.” He softly laughed and smiled the adorable million dollar smile that made his eyes cringle at the corners.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He lay down beside me and I placed my hand over his chest and listened to his heartbeat while I felt his arms wrap around me.

Now I know what you all maybe thinking, how in the world did I ever get someone like John Deacon of Queen to be the love of my life? Well that all started a couple years ago at a disco club.

*Valentine’s day, 1974*

It was another day, another day of hell. I mean why must they make a holiday for couples? Just to make those who are single feel bad? I had just gotten done performing alongside a very good friend of mine, I think you all may know him.

“Oi (y/n)! We’re heading down to Ringo’s pub, why don’t you come with us.” The familiar Middlesex accent proclaimed.  I cringed and said.

“Sorry Elton, I’m not feeling it tonight.”

“And just why is that?” the Lincolnshire voice of my other pal Bernie Taupin spoke up as he came around the corner.

“I just—I see no point in going out.”

“Oh c’mon (y/n). I need my bassist with me. Your my wing woman.” Elton said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“You and Bernie will do fine without me. Now go on have fun, don’t let me be your Debbie downer.” I said as I grabbed a bottle of wine from the catering bar.

“No way (y/n). Now look I know how you’ve felt about this holiday but who knows. Maybe you’ll find someone tonight.” Bernie said as he came up and gently ruffled through my hair.

“I doubt it.” I said depressingly.

“Oh c’mon darling you have to come. You’re coming.” Next thing I knew, both boys had me by my arms and they dragged me out of the stadium and out into the world.

Then like any other scenario, even though the boys stayed with me for like the first half hour, I ended up alone at the bar when our manager John Reid came by and Elton went with him.  Bernie then came across a beautiful girl and he went to spend time with her.

I sighed heavily as I fingered my beer glass and decided to just take my leave since the boys were clearly enjoying themselves, plus I was sick of looking at all the couple dance and make out with each other.  As I stood up and turned around, I bumped into someone spilling their drink onto their shirt.

“Shit! I’m so sorry I-I wasn’t paying attention I should’ve looked to see if anyone was coming up from behind me.”

“It’s alright love, really. No harm done.” I looked up and the first thing that caught my eye was this man’s sharp features. His nose to a point but it just suited him, as well as his unique hazel/grey like eyes.  He had long, dark brown hair that came down past his shoulders.

“Are—are you sure? I could get you another drink. Or help you wash off your shirt.”

“It’s fine love, really. I was meaning to throw this old thing out anyways. Really there’s no harm done.”

“Okay well, at least let me buy you a new drink. Please I insist.” I urged my last statement as he went to argue.  He softly smiled and accepted my offer. “What did you have?”

“Just a pint of beer.” I nodded and asked the bartender to get me a pint of beer for the guy and she nodded.

“John Deacon.” He said.  I turned and looked at him questioningly. “My name, I figured you’d like a name of the man you’re paying back with a refill of his own drink.” I awed in understandment and said as I held my hand out.

“(Y/n). Your ‘assailant’ of sorts.” We shook hands with each other and the second our hands touched, I felt this spark.  I know it sounds cliché but it’s true.  As his pint came back, he asked me.

“So what brings you out here tonight?”

“Well—two of my friends thought I could use a night out. Better than spending Valentine’s day alone with a self-pity party for being single.”

“If—you don’t mind me saying I find that hard to believe.”

“What exactly?”

“That a—beautiful woman like yourself could possibly have no Valentine to call her own.” I snickered and said.

“Well believe it pal. And what about you? Won’t your date feel offended with you talking to me?”

“Actually believe it or not, I’m in the same boat as you.” I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Seriously John?”

“Yes. I—don’t have a girlfriend. Just—hadn’t had found the right one yet. Plus with my touring schedule it’s hard to settle down to find one.”

“Touring? Are you in a band?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m the bassist for a group called Queen.”

Oh my god! How could I not recognize him before?! Queen was the second band that Reid was managing. I had both of their records at home and I listen to them almost religiously.

“Wow, Queen ehh? You guys are—phenomenal.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. I mean I don’t mean to sound like a crazed fangirl but it’s just what you four do I’ve—I’ve never heard any other band do such a thing. And I must say your bass playing is probably the best I’ve ever heard. Not even I’ve been able to so such a thing.”

“You play bass?” he asked me.

“Yeah.”

“Do you perform for a band as well?” at that question I knew I was hesitant to answer.  In my past relationships I did mention to my former ex-boyfriends that I was Elton’s bass player and it always ended with two stories.

They were using me to get to Elton, or they just wanted to brag to their friends or former girlfriends that I was a bass player to a famed rockstar.  Treating me like more like a trophy than a human being.

“No, no not really cut out for a band. But I do play bass. Have been since I was 12-13 years old.” Now part of it was true except for the band part.

“Same for me.”

“Really?”

“Really.” We both laughed and just began conversing about our favorite types of music and other things in general like where we grew up, what we studied in University, that type of stuff.

It wasn’t until Elton’s song “Tiny Dancer” came on the speakers and that moment I started feeling a little queasy mixed with heartbreak because I saw as every couple begin to stand up and I saw that it was practically the whole club.

Not a single person was left standing as they started gathering around the dance floor.  I sighed solemnly but that’s when John surprised me by saying.

“I—don’t mean to sound to sudden but uhh…..would you….I mean that is if you’d like. Would you—like to dance? With me?” I looked at him surprised. John Deacon of Queen was asking me to dance? Pinch me I must be dreaming.

“Sure.” We set out drinks down and he held out his hand for mine.  I took his hand and he soon led me to the dance floor.

We stared face to face with each other and our hands stayed entwined with each other’s.  He looked at me asking permission if he could place his arm around my waist.  I nodded and as I felt his hand stroke across my side, shivers ran up my spine and (while I tried to be discreet about it) I felt my breath hitch.

We then began swaying from side to side as the club lights shined a beautiful pink, purple and blue (like how it would be at your senior prom or Valentine’s day dance).

As John and I swayed to the melody of Elton’s piano playing and hearing his enchanting voice go through the speakers, I couldn’t find myself looking away from John’s eyes.  I felt my face burn red, god my—my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest at this rate.

Was—was this what it felt like to fall in love? Like truly in love?

For the rest of the night Deacy and I were quite the dancing pair. ��And it turns out he’s got some funky moves in him.  And of course I don’t like to brag but I have been told by some friends of mine that when it comes to dancing, I’ve got a good step or too, I guess that’s why I chose to play the bass, more time for dancing if your focused on the harmony and not melody.

I was currently laughing at some funny story that he had just shared about one of his bandmates.  I don’t really remember what it was cause at this point I was going a bit tipsy from the drinking we had done together.

“God I—I didn’t think I was gonna have a good time tonight but now—since you came John, I—thanks you.”

“I think you mean thank you.” I giggled drunkly and that’s when I heard Bernie’s voice whistle out.

“Oi (n/n)!” Ahh shit. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Bernie don’t you dare come in now! Or at least let it be just you. “Ahh there you are. We lost you for the night and we—ohhhh I see what this is.” He teased as he spotted John.

God Bernie was such a tease when he was drunk.

“Uhh (y/n) do you know this guy?” asked John.

“Know me? Please she and El—”

“Elena! His girlfriend Elena and I go way back. Yeah this guy is mutual friend of mine. But it seems he’s gone off the deep end so I guess it’s time to take you home lad.”

“But aren’t you gonna introduce me to your…..”

“No its best we get you into bed. Wouldn’t want Elena to skin my head now would we? I’m so sorry John but I think it’s time I head home. I’m glad to have met you.”

“Likewise. I’ll call you next time I’m free.” I smiled and bid him one last goodbye before dragging Bernie away.

“What was all that shit about? I don’t know any Elena’s.”

“I know Bernie Jesus just keep walking. Is Elton still here?”

“No he and Reid slipped out about 2 hours ago.” That’s great. “Now call me crazy, but was that you and John Deacon of Queen there?” he asked as he finally reached outside.  I stopped him and kept him steady.

“Yes. Yes it was him.”

“Oh hohohoho. Bassist on bassist ehh?”

“Shhh! Would you shut up Bernie!” I hissed.

“So—did you tell him we’re technically partners cause of Reid managing both them and you and Elton?” I felt my stomach drop and my mind went fuzzy but I refused to answer him as I went up to the curb to wave us a cabbie. “(Y/n)?”

“Hmm what?”

“You—didn’t tell him did you?” he asked me.

“Yeah no I heard you the first time Bernie.”

“You didn’t. God (n/n) why?” he dragged out the why.

“Because Bernie I……I don’t wanna talk about it okay!” finally a cabbie came and I helped him inside and as I told him the address to our hotel and he took off driving.

When we arrived at our room, since Bernie was too drunk to go to his room, I allowed him to stay in mine since for whatever reason I was given a two bed room when I had asked for just one.

I dropped him on the spare bed and he groaned out.

“Thanks for smothering me. Planning on ridding of me?”

“Please, if I wanted to be rid of yah I could think of worser ways to do it. Now go to sleep yah wally.”

“Not until I know—just why you didn’t tell Deacon the truth of who you really are?” he said as he sat himself up and began fumbling about as he took his shoes off.

“I already told you Bernie I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“No, no, no, c’mon.” he sat up and flopped right beside me, sitting rather close to me and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Spill your guts lil’ sis.” The corner of my mouth crooked upwards in a slight smile as he called me that.

“I think you know Bernie, please don’t make me say it.” He then ahhed in understandment.

“Afraid he might turn out like those other bastards?”

“I mean he’s a famous bass player of a growing band yes but—even then what if he……” I trailed off.

“Hey now.” He hugged me close to him and rubbed my back. “I’m sure he won’t be. But if you don’t tell him the truth now, he’ll find out somewhere else, and he’ll feel like he had been used.”

“I know. And I don’t wanna do that to him cause…..I think I—love him.” He mocked a dramatic gasp as he covered his mouth.  I shoved him which made him snicker.

“And I’m happy for you love. Truly I am. So please—consider telling him.”

“I will. Thank you Bernie.”

“You’re my sister (y/n). Always will be.” And with that he passed out on my bed.

I sighed and rolled my eyes.  Why couldn’t he have had enough strength to get back to his bed? But in the end I tucked him into my bed and decided to sleep in the spare bed.  I switched out the light and soon I passed out.

Months after meeting John Deacon, it was just nonstop touring.  Not only with us but Queen was doing their first ever American tour for the first time.  But I took Bernie’s advice and the next time John and I talked with each other, I told him what I really did for a living.

Surprisingly he accepted it like it was a normal thing and said that it was cool to know another bassist in the lime life of the Rock ’n Roll.  We kept in contact whenever we could, writing letters to each other to the occasional phone call or two.

I was practicing some bass riffs while occasionally looking through a Rolling stones magazine reading rubbish reviews of Queen’s music.

“I see that my little bass player is doing her literary stalking of the man of her dreams.” I groaned and said.

“I swear Elton you say that term one more time, I’m gonna pop you off with my bass.” He just grinned that shit-eating grin of his at me before coming up and ruffling my hair while poking my cheek.

“Oh come off it you know you love me too much to do that.”

“Oh bugger off yah rotter!” I snapped.

“Alright Reg stop teasing her.” Bernie said as he came up onto the stage and sat down beside me. “Besides, it’s not her fault that she’s practically head over heels for John Deacon. ‘Oh Deacy I miss you soooooo much. It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other. Why can’t we be together again?’” he mocked me by speaking in a high pitched voice.

“You both are going to hell.” I laughed sarcastically. They just ended up laughing and that’s when Elton said.

“Well hope you’re ready to give Queen a good show tonight.”

“Wait what you mean?” I asked.

“Oh did I forget to tell you? I’ve invited the lads to the show.”

“You did what?!” I shrieked standing up.

“Oh whoopies.” And with that he walked away. I felt myself tensing up and that’s when Bernie asked me.

“Hey, you okay?”

“That fucking wanker!” I snapped as I raced out and locked myself in my dressing room.  I felt my chest constrict as I felt like I was having a freakin panic attack. I felt myself hyperventilating and tears were forming at the corner of my eyes.

“(Y/n)?” I heard after a knock at my door. “(Y/n) c’mon love. I think you’re overreacting.”

“No! Bernie. You are underreacting. It’s one thing that you both tease me relentlessly about my little crush on Deacy. But now I find out that I’m going to have to perform in front of him. I can’t go out there!”

“Okay, okay. Look I’m sorry we’ve been making fun of you. But you are a kickass bass player that I know John will love to see up there.”

“But what if I mess up on one of the songs? How close are the seats? What if he’s up front? God my wardrobe could be see through with those lights. I’ll freakin flash him if I go out there!”

“You wore that ensemble Elton’s first night at the Troubadour and it was not see through.”

“What is going on here?” Oh shit here we go.

“Mr. Reid I—” I then heard the banging on my door grow louder as Reid’s harsh Scottish tone snarl out.

“Less you want to be replaced because believe me there’s plenty out there, I suggest you put your big girl pants on and stop acting like a little bitch!” Oh hell no he didn’t.  I opened my door and the first thing I did was sucker punch him.

“Never. Ever. Call me a bitch.” I glared at him and picked up my bass once more and walked out of there with the tension in the room still so thick you could cut it with a knife.

As it got closer to concert time, I took a few deep breaths and began jostling around shaking my nerves out.

“Did you serious sucker punch our manager?” asked Elton.

“He called me a bitch.”

“Okay that I can understand. But you better be careful, you know Reid can easily fire you for that.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I know cause bassists are easily replaceable. Now can we please just do the show so that way I can humiliate myself in front of Deacy and the rest of Queen already?” I drummed against the neck of my bass before going on stage to join the guitarist Rickey and the drummer Stevie.

Surprisingly the concert had gone very well and by the end of it all, we were all backstage and Bernie hugged me.

“See, didn’t I tell you? You were brilliant out there!”

“Thanks Bernie.”

“So this is the famed bassist that Elton was telling me about.” I turned and low and behold there stood the famed frontman Freddie Mercury, along with Deacy and Roger Taylor, the drummer of Queen.

“Not to mention the bassist that our own bass player won’t stop going on about. I swear he must’ve caught flies throughout the entire show, couldn’t keep his mouth shut at all.” Teased Roger which earned him a harsh nudge in the ribs from Deacy.  He came up to me and he said.

“You were phenomenal up there.”

“You really think so?”

“Absolutely. I—I can’t believe I never asked to see you play before.” I lightly blushed at his comment then to try and change the topic before he could even notice, I asked him.

“Where’s Brian? I thought he’d want to see this.”

“He would but—he’s currently at the hospital.”

“What? Why? Is he okay?”

“Well…..while we were touring in America, Brian came down with a bad case of hepatitis.” I gasped.

“Oh my god. Is he gonna—”

“Last we heard they managed to stabilize him. But they’re debating about whether or not they’ll amputate his arm.” I was horrified. Oh my god Brian I—I can’t believe it. No one deserves something like that.

“Do they know what caused it?”

“The bloody doctor in Australia didn’t know the difference between a clean and dirty needle. We’re trying to file a lawsuit against him.”

“And damn right he better fess up. But wait what about the rest of your American tour?”

“It’s cancelled. Mott the Hoople agreed that Brian needed to go home and recover. Elton got us these tickets because he thought it would be a good distraction for us for a bit. We hadn’t stopped worrying about him.”

“I’ll bet. I mean if it were Bernie or Elton in Brian’s shoes I’d be throwing a panicky fit.” I placed a comforting hand on Deacy’s shoulder. “I’ll be keeping him in my thoughts. But I believe he’ll be back on his feet soon.”

“Thanks (y/n). It really means a lot. I—I can’t lose anyone else in my life.” There was this intense look of sadness in his eyes. One part of me felt like asking him what he meant by that exactly but I knew it wasn’t my business, he’ll tell me when he wants to tell me.

“I’m always here for you. Anytime you wanna talk, you know my number. And we share a manager so hopefully Reid’s not too much of an arse about it.” He chuckled, forming that adorable eye crinkle smile of his.

“Here’s hoping. Hey do you—wanna go out for a drink? My treat.”

“No, no, no it’s my treat tonight.”

“But you just got done doing a full 2hr concert, the least I could do is pay for your drinks.”

“Yeah but you paid for my drinks back when we first met. Now it’s my turn.” I stated as I began to walk away with Deacy walking beside me.

It wasn’t until another several months, in fact around Christmas time that I finally got to see Deacy again.  Elton was hosting a Christmas party and he invited the boys of Queen to come.  Of course the only requirement that my dear friend required of all his guests to wear is your most ugliest sweater imaginable.

So I came in with a sweater my nana made for me a couple Christmas’ ago just before I started University.  It was green with a single red stitching pattern along the collar, and sleeves.  At the center was a mama goose wearing a Santa hat and a red ribbon around her neck.

I was currently helping with the catering as I brought I my mum’s special recipe for Christmas pudding.  I had just given a lovely couple some punch (which I’m sure Elton might’ve spiked it with rum or vodka).

“Never did I expect you to be the catering lady.” I looked up and there stood John wearing probably the ugliest sweater I’ve seen all night.

“Oh god!” I tried to hold back a laugh.

“Yeah, yeah go ahead laugh, Roger and Brian had a field day with it.” It was a white wool sweater with Santa in his sleigh with his reindeer at the head.  But what got the real kick was that Rudolph’s nose actually blinked and lite up.

“No, no it’s—it’s actually cute.”

“No come on give me your best insult.”

“Deacy I swear. And it’s creative. How did you get the nose to light up?”

“Well it was hard don’t get me wrong but all it took was some small LED lighting, a couple of wires and a long lasting battery. I doubt it’ll catch on though. I seem to be the only one with a light up sweater.”

“I don’t know. Maybe you might start a trend one day.”

“And how about you? Where did you find yours?”

“Oh this old thing’s literally been buried in my closet for years. It was a present from my nan at the start of University. I only wore it when she was around and them immediately took it off.”

“Well—I think it’s cute too.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. I love the concept. The Christmas Goose.” We both laughed and I asked him.

“So what can I get you? Fudge? Fruitcake, although I don’t know why someone brought that. No one’s even touched it.”

“Probably for the gag.”

“Possibly.”

“I think I’ll try the pudding.”

“Well you’re in luck cause I made that. My mum’s secret recipe.” I told him as I readied it for him and handed him his plate. He took a spoon and took a taste of the pudding.  I then saw him close his eyes and moan n bliss.

“Oh my god.”

“You like it?”

“Oh it’s heaven. You made this?”

“Yeah. But like I said it’s my mum’s secret recipe.”

“You mind sharing it with me?”

“Absolutely not, then it wouldn’t be a secret recipe anymore.” I sassed.

“Oh come on, I’ve shared with you plenty of secrets. Music wise or personal. The least you can do is share this delicious recipe.” I grinned and that’s when Bernie came in and said.

“Might as well forget it. Elton and I have tried for years to get her to tell us what her mum does in that pudding. Elton claims there’s crack to make it addicting.”

“Which of course there isn’t.” I piped in.

“Well then I’m going to need seconds that’s for sure.” As he took another scoop of pudding.

“Thankfully I made plenty for this party. Every year it seems to be popular.”

“Well I may be your frequent requestor for this pudding.” John said as he began to place other assortments onto his plate. As I gave him some punch I warned him.

“Might wanna be careful with the punch. Pretty sure Elton gave it a kick with something. Just an hour ago I saw a woman literally pass out after having over 7 cups.”

“Well thanks for the warning.” He said as he took a small sip.  Almost immediately scrunching his face. “Oh yeah, I can taste the vodka.”

“At first I thought it was rum. But then again he must’ve put the rum in the eggnog.”

“Maybe. Well I’ll be back soon.”

“Can’t wait.” I said with a shy smile.  As Deacy walked away I heard two loving sighs.

“I swear Melina, no matter how many times I see them talk to each other, it gets cuter every time.” Fawned Elton.

“I can’t agree with you more Sharon.” Fawned Freddie.  I glared at them and flipped the two singers and pianists off but all that did was make them laugh.

Once the party got into full swing with people at different parts of the house playing various games such as “Toss-A-Cross”, “Rock ‘em, Sock ‘em Robots”, “Mouse trap”, and other various board games while Christmas music kept playing in one room.

While in the other room several of us were gathered for a Christmas style game of Musical chairs.  The song choice was Chuck Berry’s “Run Rudolph Run” which was the perfect song choice.  I kept my eyes on everyone and each chair.  Sometimes even stopping before quickly racing forward and finally claim the closest chair I could just as the music stopped.

So far people were dropping like flies until it came down to a few other guests, me, Deacy and Freddie.  Elton was in charge of the vinyl and I swear he was being a little shit right now.  At the point he was only letting the track run for like 3 seconds before lifting the needle off the track.

As each guest lost and another chair was taken away, it all came down to me, Freddie and Deacy.  I eyed the boys competitively and as the music resumed we began walking around the two chairs.  And cheeky Deacy he began to use my own move against me as I would bump into him.

“Move it Deacon!”

“In your dreams (l/n).” He would stay still for another second before moving again.  Suddenly the music stopped and both Deacy and I sat down, the two of us grinning up at Freddie who surprisingly didn’t get offended.

“Alright love birds, the time has come.” Freddie said as he came to collect my chair.

“We aren’t lovebirds!” both Deacy and I snapped in unison.  We looked at each other as the crowd all ooed at us.  Deacy and I turned away blushing and stood face to face of each other over the last remaining chair.

“You’re going down Deacy.” I taunted.

“Please (n/n). I’ve never lost a game of musical chairs. And I don’t plan on starting now.”

“Well I’ve been playing this game when you were still a toddler. I always win at this game.”

“Alright you lovebirds if you wanna make out go outside and do it.” Exclaimed Elton. “Otherwise get ready.” The song started over and Deacy and I stared at each other eye to eye as we both circled around the chair.  The two of us using my method of stopping just to delay the walking before quickly racing behind the other person.

Elton then lifted the needle off the track and all was silent.  We both somehow ended in the chair, but of course we were nudging the other person till I managed to boot him out for two seconds.

“No fair she booted me off. Clearly I sat down first.”

“Oh just take it like a man John Deacon. I beat you fair and square.”

“No because you cheated!”

“You can’t prove it.”

“Yeah? But I can make you confess it.”

“And just how do you intend on—GAHH no! Don’t you dare GAAAHHH!!” I squealed as I felt his fingers beginning to tickle my sides. Then I don’t know how but he somehow switched us so that he was now sitting in the chair and I was on his lap.

“Well it’s clear now. Deacy wins!” Freddie claimed.

“What!? Oh fuck you lot!” I proclaimed.

After all that excitement, I decided to walk out onto Elton’s balcony to get some fresh air from the hot house.

“You’ll catch your death of cold if you stay out here.” I grinned and said.

“Well one can only take so many bodies in one room before it gets too hot for you. Even with this sweater on.” Deacy soon came up and stood beside me.  The two of us stood there close together in silence for a while and he said.

“So you ready to accept that I won?”

“Yes. You John Richard Deacon are the all-time winner of Musical chairs and will always be the reigning champion.” I stated in a sarcastic tone.  He raised his brow at me before looking at me with one of those famed funny looks which made me giggle.

“Now there’s no need to be a sore loser about it.” I stuck my tongue at him before he bopped my nose.  I twitched my nose before turning back towards the city lights.

The silence rang between us once more before we both turned towards each other, our mouths opened like we were both going to say something.  I then laughed awkwardly and he said.

“Were—you going to say something? Please you first.”

“Oh it’s nothing important I just…..it’s crazy to think that it’s been ten months since we’ve met each other.”

“Really? Has it been that short?”

“Yeah. Feels like we’ve known each other for years.”

“Yeah it—it does.” I saw him fiddle with his fingers and then he said. “(Y/n)?”

“Yeah?” I then noticed that his cheeks started to look rosy, and it wasn’t due to the cold.

“Do you—I mean I was thinking uhh, uhh…..” he trailed off before sighing deeply. “You wanna head inside?” Oh. That’s all he wanted to ask me.  He looked like he wanted to say something else.

“Yeah. Sure.” I said solemnly.  We both walked back inside and as I closed the door, I noticed something hanging from the door that I know I didn’t see when I got in here. “Uhh Deacy?” he looked at me and I gestured with my head for him to look up. His eyes followed my direction and there we saw it.

Hanging over the door was a small mistletoe.

“How did that get there?” he asked.

“I think I might know.” I looked over to the door and I saw two heads both black haired and auburn quickly hide back behind the door.  I looked back towards Deacy and I said. “We don’t have to do it you know.”

“Honestly I…..” he began before trailing off shyly again. His eyes lowered down almost in shame like he wanted to tell me something but he was afraid to say it.

“Deacy?” I softly urged him.

“Would it…..be so bad if I did? I mean cause I’ve always…it’s just that I—” he stammered out before sighing again.  That’s when he suddenly leaned in and gently placed his lips over mine.

I felt his chapped lips gently caress mine as he softly kissed me.  But then a split second later, he groaned and pressed the bottom of his palms to his forehead in regret.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done that. It must be the spiked punch. I’m so sorry (y/n)……” but before he could say anything else, I kissed him back.  I cupped his face in my hands as our lips collided in a more passionate dance.

Oh god why hadn’t I done this earlier? Ever since Valentine’s day I’ve been wanting to kiss this boy and now finally on Christmas Eve I get that chance.  Even though his lips were chapped, they still felt like heaven against mine.

And when I felt his arms wrap around my waist pulling me closer, I knew I had him.

“FUCKING FINALLY! The ship has sailed!” Elton proclaimed so loudly I’m sure people could probably hear from downstairs.

“Oh Sharon it’s beautiful! They’ve finally did it! I knew they would didn’t I tell you!” wept Freddie.

“FYI (n/n) your bedroom is ready for you in case you want to….”

“Oh fuck off you two perverts! Now get out and leave us be!” I proclaimed as I pushed them a few feet from the door before slamming it on them. “God those two are the worst I tell yah.”

“Couldn’t agree more. Leave those two to their own devices and England would fall.”

“More like the entire world would fall.”

“But they are right about one thing.” I felt his arms wrap around from behind me and felt him nuzzle into my neck. “They did manage to bring us together.”

“Yeah you’re right.” He kissed my temple down to my cheek and then he asked me.

“Now did I hear Elton right about him saying you had a bedroom here?”

“Yeah. Whenever Elton and I would do late night rehearsals or I got a little too drunker than him, which is a miracle might I add, he had one of the thousands of spare bedrooms made up for me so I’ve taken claim of it ever since.”

“And just where might the bedroom be?” he asked as his voice got a bit deeper, huskier and I felt him gently nip at my earlobe.  I shivered and I said.

“So we’re really gonna—”

“Only if you want to love. I don’t want to seem like I’m pushing you.” I turned to face him and I said.

“Deacy, to be honest I’ve wanted you since the day we met.” He grinned and pecked my lips once more, this time with a bit more confidence than his last peck.

“Great minds think alike then.” I grinned and took his hand and we raced off towards my bedroom.

The entire night we made love underneath the Christmas moon, memorized each other’s sweet spots and exchanged kisses with each other.

Honestly, that will forever be the greatest Christmas I ever will know.

*Present day*

“I’m so glad we met at that club.” He said as he stroked down my hair.

“Me too. Guess I need to thank Elton and Bernie in our wedding speech for dragging me there.”

“And I’ll need to mention Freddie in mine for that same reason.” He took my left hand which held the diamond engagement ring he had given me earlier this morning.

“I love you my handsome Queen bass player.”

“I love you more, Elton’s first female bassist.” We pecked each other’s lips and continued our cuddle session with my head resting over his heart, my fingers gently tracing patterns over his collarbone and chest while his were stroking through my hair and I felt his other hand rub and stroke down my spine.

[elderberrywhine]

Bernie Taupin????? That you?

[beaaatle-blog]

Your Song - Bernie x Reader

Hey guys!

I haven’t finished a fic in a while so forgive me if this is weirdly written or anything- it’s exam season and over the week this has kind of been my escape 😂

Okay but there aren’t enough Rocketman fics out there so I decided to bless you all with a fluffy Bernie one, because he is ADORABLE

I haven’t proofread this one so i’m praying my grammar is okay 😎

Warnings: Swearing (as always), an OOC Bernie? I haven’t written for him before so this is an attempt,,

Ahhh okay, enjoy!

It was 11am and you’d had 4 hours sleep. You lounged on the sofa of your best friend’s family home and fought to keep your eyes open, stopping to rub them every now and then. You and Bernie had crashed at Elton’s for the night after going to a gig the night before, and it wasn’t that you were ungrateful, but there were no free beds and that sofa certainly wasn’t doing your back any favours.

Hearing the familiar plodding sound of the two boys coming downstairs, you sat up as feigned your best smile, but despite your efforts they could immediately tell you felt like shit- mostly because you looked it, too.

“(Y/n), bless you, you can sleep in my bed next time if you’d like,” Elton sighed out, coming over and sitting next to you to pull you into a quick cuddle, “I know this sofa’s a bit.. well, very shit.”

You laughed softly and batted him away, standing up and stretching in an attempt to click your back. “Anything is better than this sodding couch, it’s hell.”

Bernie let out a low chuckle at this and you shot a shy smile his way, unfortunately blocked by Elton who was giving you both a knowing look and a shit-eating grin. You chose to ignore both.

••

Breakfast was always a challenge on mornings like these. You’d froze half way through buttering your toast to have a break, sighing and slowly pacing up and down. A pile of paper on the table caught your eye and you walked over to it, leaning over to read whatever was on them.

Your eyes were greeted by lines of what first appeared poetry, but with a closer look you realised they were lyrics- really good lyrics. You must have stood with your mouth open for no less than 2 minutes before snapping back into reality and stepping away, a small, amazed smile growing on your face.

Your eyes followed Bernie as he traipsed around the kitchen obliviously, turning on the kettle and leaning back against the counter. Although the mornings were often rough, you loved the early moments you spent together- the atmosphere in Elton’s empty family kitchen was one of your favourite things. His gaze met yours and you held it for a second before shaking your head and smiling, walking up to him and gesturing to the pile of lyric sheets on the table. “Did you write those?”

His eyes skimmed the table until he saw the pile of sheets and he broke out into a shy smile, a slight blush dusting his cheeks as he brought a hand to his face, rubbing his mouth nervously. “I didn’t realise I left those there.”

His contagious smile had you shyly grinning too and you softly placed a hand on his upper arm so that he’d meet your gaze again. There was something humble and honest in his eyes but also a sparkle of excitement, and you cursed the butterflies that were erupting in your stomach at that moment.

“They’re brilliant,” you said quietly, relaxing your hand so that it rested snugly on his arm. His smile grew at this and so did yours, the two of you grinning like teenage sweethearts and fighting back the nervous giggles that teased at your throats. “They’re really good, Bernie. Like, really good.”

He looked away for a few moments, still smiling like an idiot, and when he met your gaze again his expression was much softer and more composed. The look he was giving you was burning holes into your skin and an unadulterated jolt of longing fizzed somewhere in your chest as you let out a sigh you didn’t realise you were holding in.

“Your Song,” you said softly to break the silence, not breaking the intense eye contact between the two of you. “Not that I’m shocked, but...” a teasing smirk pulled at your lips, “they have to be some of the best lyrics I’ve ever read.”

A shy smirk spread across his features and he let out a ghost of a laugh, rubbing his hands together and glancing down at them. “Lyrics are always better when there’s meaning behind them, (Y/n).”

When he met your gaze again with a caring smile, you couldn’t stop the massive blush rising in your cheeks. You stared almost helplessly at him, mouth slightly open, until you shook your head and elicited a nervous laugh, putting your head in your hands. “Sorry, I don’t know why I-“

He also let out a nervous laugh, taking your wrists in his hands and gently moving your hands away from your eyes. “It’s fine,” he said, eyebrows raised with a cheeky yet nervous smile, shaking his head fondly. “I...” he glanced away and did some kind of gesture with his hands, trying to get his words out, “I, yeah.” He grinned sheepishly before the two of you fell into nervous laughter, faces aching from the constant smiling.

“Who’s it about?” you said, barely above a whisper, and he suddenly stopped laughing as his eyes met yours. His fingers still lingering on your wrists and the close proximity didn’t help the butterflies still fluttering about in your stomach as you tried to hide the deep breaths you were taking. ‘Shit, shit, shit,’ you thought over and over on repeat, the two of you staring at eachother like deer in headlights.

No words were needed as everything clicked in your head. Tentatively, you grinned up at Bernie and your suspicion was confirmed as he grinned sheepishly back, failing to hide the heat rising in his cheeks. Everything about his movements were tentative as he slowly brought a hand up to your cheek, locking eyes with you as he glanced between your eyes and your lips. A subtle lick of your lips as a glance to his was all the confirmation he needed as he leaned forward and captured you in a gentle yet painfully meaningful kiss, both of your eyes fluttering shut as your arms found their place over his shoulders and his around your waist.

When you finally broke away from the kiss, Bernie pulled you into his arms and you stood there- against the kitchen counter, just the two of you, holding eachother and basking in eachother’s presence- for what felt like hours. Your head comfortably resting on his shoulder, his head in the crook of your neck, arms tangled around eachother.

The sound of Elton playing random keys on the piano in the hall dragged the two of you back into reality and Bernie leaned back, using his forefinger to tilt your chin up towards him to steal one last quick kiss, before grinning and quickly walking around the table, picking up the lyric sheets. You turned around and raised your eyebrows at him, smiling curiously. He laughed softly at your expression and gestured towards the papers in his hand. “I need to add more to these.”

[thosequeenboys]

Long-legged Deacy — “Blue jean baby”

[bowieandqueen11]

Show Them / Elton John Imagine

Request: Hi there! I just read your most recent Elton John imagine. Could you maybe do an imagine where Elton is having his turmoil with his drug addiction and all that stuff in the movie and looks for some comfort in the reader. The reader can be gender neutral. If you don’t wanna do it then that’s ok 

I hope this is okay @jolovesfandoms​ darling!

Comments are much appreciated <3

Warning, a little strong language and mentions of drugs/ drug abuse!

You were expecting a lot of things to happen tonight, after the doorbell rang. Reginald Dwight lying, crying at the base of your staircase, however, was not one of them.

The doorbell rings again, echoing down the hallways and into the living room where you sat like the stamping of an oncoming drum. It’s tinny, and grating, and so unlike the whirlwind world of Elton John that you were use to. Had been used to, before you left - before you came back home and left Elton to figure out what exactly it is he wanted. The doorbell only rings once more, demanding that you leave your dinner and go to the door. You sigh, standing up and marching down the hallway with a resigned grumble, whoever it is at the door puts their thumb on the button without releasing it at all and in your annoyance you lollop to the door and fling it wide ready to shout. For a second you see noone, nothing, that is, until your shoulder hits against the frame and the sparkly blue suited Elton John rushes past you and into your home.

‘Elton, bloody hell, I thought you were in America?’

‘I need your help, Y/n. I need your help, please.’

‘Elton, what are you on about? Aren’t you supposed to be on stage tomorrow?’

‘Bernie betrays me, everyone does. No one wants you when you lose. I’m an idiot... I’m such a prick, Y/n, a right idiot, but I’ll show them.’

The stairs ahead he marches towards are twisted in a perfect spiral, like a child's slinky toy pulled from each end. Each stair was likely a deep walnut, the banister squeaking under Elton’s hand as he grabs onto it, making to go up.

‘I’ll show them, huh, won’t I, Y/n. I’ll show them-’

He makes to move, but only manages to open his eyes wide in shock, and by then he was already falling. His perception of time distorted, everything slowed down until there was nothing, only him and the white ceiling above, that seemed to swallow her whole. His hand reached out towards it, kissing the roof and the sky about it, grasping the endless crevasse. Everything was a blur, a blur that swirled out of existence. Suspended in the air, he closed her eyes and surrendered himself into the infinite sky above, and whatever would come next. 

Then impact. He feels his bones move in a way they shouldn't, jangled. He doesn’t move, can’t move. It took only seconds for him to fall back down the stairs and onto your feet, but it felt like an eternity for him. 

Your brain stutters for a moment, every part of you going on pause while your thoughts catch up with the events of the last few minutes. Only for a moment though, before you’ve fallen onto your knees before him, one arm grabbing onto his elbow and helping to pull him up. He doesn’t take much convincing, falling straight away into the curve of your neck, his sequins scratching against your skin as you cup the back of his head and just hold him for a moment.

'It will be okay Reggie, it will. There are some really good programmes these days -  I could go with you to the first meeting of one if you like. God - I’m so sorry for leaving, I didn’t realise it was this bad.’

‘They never warn you’, he says with a croak from your shoulder, ‘they never warn you. They always tell you about the crooks, the drug dealers hiding in the streets,  but they never warn you about the villains that come with a smile.’

He was broken now, shattered really, robbed early of the tape and glue necessary to put a soul back together. His heart, poorly stapled shut, was beating hard but without purpose, his skin stretched across his aching muscles like a worn canvas. His mind, the only thing that still vaguely worked, had found out a way to reach you, desperate for a memory, good, warm, welcoming, one he could smile to, and you were the answer to that. 

The sobs were stifled at first as he attempted to hide his grief, then overcome by the wave of his emotions he broke down entirely, sitting there, cradled in your arms and pulled tight against your chest, all his defences washed away in those salty tears. When he at last turned his face up to look at you, he was a picture of grief, loss, devastation. It was the face of one who had suffered before and didn't know if he could do it again.

‘I promise, Reggie, I’m not leaving you alone with them again.’

You rub the tears that lay at the crease of his eye away with your fingers and started rocking back and forth, thankful his breathing had started to slow. 

‘I’m so sorry, Y/n, I’m so sorry.’

[babs74]

Sunshine of your Love

Hallo! So this is my STL valentine for the lovely @anotheronebitestheskye. It’s my first ever go at writing, so please be gentle with me! But I’ve also actually really loved it! This is defo the start of a beautiful habit.

(I may actually be tempted to continue this story. It defo has legs!)

Fem!Reader x Ben Hardy

Mention of drugs, alcohol and cigarettes, but otherwise pretty vanilla.

It was the ocean y/n would miss most about this summer. The ocean and the music. Something about the way she could feel the cool spray against her face made everything feel that little bit more like an adventure.

Although to be fair, tonight was an adventure! Bernie had come to the ranch at the beginning of the summer to see the horses, and y/n had hoped he’d be back. Not that spending a summer in California wasn't her absolute dream, but after her first few weeks it was so lovely to hear a British accent again.

Not that she could even remember the quiet homesick girl from a few months ago. Maybe it was the ocean. Maybe the fact that months working outdoors made her legs look amazing in her tiny suede skirt (the one she was always too scared to wear back home, but had packed just in case…). Or maybe it was the music.

There has never been much of a music scene back in her quiet seaside hometown, but California in 1970 seemed to breathe music. Y/n had been reluctant when the other girls on the ranch had tried to drag her out to the Troubadour, but they said there had been this act last week called Elton John who was absolutely incredible, and they’d heard he might be back for more shows.

And he was British!

Well, she had been feeling low, so maybe something familiar would lift her mood.

It turned out Elton wouldn’t be back to the end of the summer, but the band that had played that night had blown her mind! The melodies, the lyrics, she’d never heard anything that felt so much like it was made actually for her. Definitely not the easy listening that seemed to constantly be on her parents radio back home.

Soon all her earnings from the ranch were going straight to Tower Records. She started to worry how she was going to get her ever growing record collection home! But she’d figure that out later.

She had one week left of this magical summer, and Bernie had been back at the ranch to invite her and the rest of the girls to the Troubadour where his ‘band’ were back to play. There was something different about him. His hair was that little bit longer, and he had definitely grown in confidence.

Maybe with some music and liqueur in him, he might actually have the confidence to make a move, y/n hoped.

*******

“Y/N! You came!!” Bernie shouted across the rammed bar.

“Bernie! Why the FUCK did you not mention you ‘band’ was Elton John, you sly little git”

Y/n made her way over to Bernie giggling and gave him a hug. As she broke away, she became painfully aware that in her enthusiasm for the set Elton had just played, she’d totally sweat through her gypsy top, and Bernie must have noticed. She cringed slightly.

She needn’t have worried though.

“Y/n, this is Heather. Heather, y/n. She works out on that ranch I was telling you about. It’s so beautiful out there, there are horses, and its all so wild, and...”

Y/n could see this wasn’t going to be the night. The look on Bernie’s face talking to this absolute goddess was enough for her to realise the battle was lost before she’d even managed to get a drink out of him!

Ah well, nothing lost I guess, thought y/n, so she grabbed herself a beer and was about to head back to her usual table when Bernie turned.

“Hey, you coming back for the after party? Think we’re going to head up to some cabin in Laurel Canyon, its meant to be amazing!”

Old y/n would have said no. Old y/n would have been worried she wouldn’t know anyone and been too nervous and just slink off home. But new y/n? California y/n? She had music in her soul, beer in her belly and a pack of smokes in her bag. Fuck it.

“Yeah sure! Will Elton be there? I can only imagine how crazy he is in real life. Shall I grab the girls as well?”

But Bernie was already back to swooning over Heather, so y/n grabbed the girls from their table and headed out front. She quickly spotted Elton’s band by their van, and was about to rally herself to go say hi when Penny, her closest and wildest friend at the ranch launched herself at them.

“Dee, hey baby!” She purred, wrapping herself around the bassist. Of course she had hooked up with the band when they first played here. Obviously. It was Penny. God y/n was going to miss her.

They piled into the back of the van, and two joints were sparked and handed round before they even got the door closed.

*******

Smoke and musicians tumbled out the van as they reached the house in the hills. Y/n had no idea whose place it was, but right now she didn’t care. She’d had a few swigs of Southern Comfort on the drive up, and in her head she was basically Janis Joplin, if only with slightly less hair.

She swung into the party with a gaggle of funsters; musicians, writers, groupies; no one could tell any difference now. You certainly wouldn’t have picked her out as a farm girl, but then that skirt really did work wonders!

But as y/n saw Penny disappear off with the bassist, she realised she didn’t actually know anyone here! She tried as best she could to imitate her best friend’s swagger, but the SoCo was wearing off, and she’d need some more Dutch courage if she was going to brave the party alone.

Drink in hand, y/n headed to the porch for a quick cig to calm herself before she threw herself headfirst into the hedonism. She fumbled a Marlborough light in between her lips (maybe the SoCo hadn’t worn off as much as she thought), but couldn’t for the life of her find her lighter in her small fringed bag.

“I swear I threw it in here before we…”

“Need a light?” Came a deep, gruff voice from behind her.

“That would be amazing, tha...oh...thanks!”

Y/n stumbled over her words as she spun around to be faced with the most beautiful, piercing eyes she had ever seen. She wasn’t sure if it was the booze coupled with the fresh air, but she suddenly felt quite dizzy.

She finally managed to get her sense back together.

“Yeah...yeah, thanks, I thought I had mine...but I must have...sorry you don’t care. Hi! I’m Y/n.”

“Hey y/n” he chuckled, “I’m Ben. Nice to meet another Brit out here.”

He looked down at his feet then fixed y/n with another mesmerising stare. God it felt like he could ruin her just with a look. But also, that kinda felt like...a move? Was that deliberate? Was he...flirting?

Y/n let out a giggle she wasn’t particularly proud of, but this man made her feel like a teenager! Get it together girl.

“Yeah, I’ve only met a few since I’ve been here. Came here with one actually, do you know Bernie?”

“Taupin? Yeah he’s an old mate! Reason I’m here actually as well. So...you’re here with him then?”

Those goddam eyes suddenly became incredibly puppy dog, and y/n couldn’t help but melt a bit. But also… “hang on”...she thought… “is he disappointed I might be taken?”

Y/n took it as a boost (along with another swig of her drink), and went for it.

“No no, not at all. I’m here by myself. Well, with you now I guess!”

Y/n tried to shoot Ben a flirty glance over the rim of her glass, but she suddenly felt incredibly inadequate in her eye-fuck game! She giggled to herself, but thought hell, we’re here now!

“So why are you here for Bernie?” Y/n continued.

“I’m a photographer. He asked me to come here with his band. I’ve been following that lot around all summer. It’s been great, but if I’m brutally honest, I’ll be glad to get back home. No one here can make a decent cuppa, and I know it sounds ridiculous...but…” he trailed off, smiling to himself and looked down at his feet again.

“What’s ridiculous? I’m sure it's not!” Y/n tried a tentative stroke of Ben’s not-insignificant arm as she started to feel really warm around him. And she was fairly sure this wasn’t just the booze anymore!

“It’s just, I miss my dog! She’s so cute, and...ah shit, I’m trying to come off as cool…I’ve ruined it haven’t I! Shit…” he trailed off with a chuckle.

“Not at all! I love animals. I’m actually working at a ranch down in the valley for the summer. I love working with the horses, hoping I can get a proper job in it one day. Need to finish uni first though. God, now I’m the one blabbering…”

“No, no way! I love hearing people talk about what they love. Girls always like the idea I’m a photographer, but they switch off as soon as I actually start talking about lenses and stuff.”

He’d gone full puppy dog again, and y/n couldn’t help but stare. God he was beautiful.

“Well!” She broke the silence, just on the verge of becoming awkward. “I can’t do anything about the dog, but you can definitely come by the ranch for a proper cup of tea! Might even have some custard creams my mum sent me left.”

Ben’s eyes lit up. Y/n could tell if it was the invite generally, or the biscuits in particular, but she knew that her stomach was suddenly doing backflips at the sight of his cheesy little smirk.

“Yeah definitely, sounds amazing! It’s a date.”

Those last few words nearly knocked y/n to the floor. She could feel another school girl giggle coming if she wasn’t careful.

Thankfully she heard the muffled opening riff of ‘Sunshine of your Love’ coming from the party inside. Cream was one of her favourite discoveries of the summer.

“Great! Come on, I love this song!” Y/n grabbed Ben’s hand and dragged him inside to enjoy the music. She thought she just might have discovered her best favourite yet...

[multiverseofimagines]

masterlist

anything that isn’t highlighted is being worked on currently.

Taron Egerton

Blurbs

Don’t Change a Single Little Thing For Me

Insecure! Female Reader

Blinded By The Light

you and taron fall in love during the filming of rocketman.

Hercules

Based off of the Disney Film

Headcanons

Gay Soulmate AU

au where the first words you speak to eachother are imprinted on your skin for the rest or your life- “Elton John?” And “Fucking Hell.”

Moodboards

Soft Taron/Domestic

Eddie the Eagle 

Headcanons

Being Bronson’s Daughter 

               part one | part two | part three

Valentines Day

what eddie would be like on valentine’s day

Long Day Of Training

eddie makes love to you after a long day of training

Bernie Taupin 

Blurbs

           Bernie and The reader recount the year that they met and fell for one another 

Moodboards

going to the ranch

Richard Madden

Blurbs

               Dom!Richard 

Anorexia! Reader

Smut

Short! Reader

Imagines

Your Song

based off of, your song by Elton John

Moodboards

Nicotine by Panic! at the Disco

David Budd

Blurbs

• Mulan

Based off of the Disney Film

Joe Mazzello

Headcanons

Good Old Fashioned Lover-Boy

how would Joe propose?

Fics

Somebody to Love { soulmate au}

part one |

Ben Hardy

Headcanons

Being Ben’s Best Friend

Gay!Male Reader

Kingsman

Merlin

dating a younger recruit

Merlin falls for a much younger recruit, you.

Eggsy

little spoon

Eggsy enjoys being little spoon, but he would never admit it.

[ahsgotham]

confusion - ray williams (rocketman)

in which ray thinks you like bernie because of what happened at one of elton’s concerts, but is sorely mistaken

also i don’t know if they stayed in a hotel when they went to america for the troubadour thing but in this they do

warnings - swearing, mentions of the deed wink wink, unedited

Tonight was a night of another one of Elton’s concerts.  The third one at the Troubadour, to be exact.  You were one of the people that set up his shows and stuff.

You had a pretty tight relationship with Bernie, Elton’s best friend and the guy who writes his songs.  You considered him one of your best friends too, I mean, you have to spend almost all your time with him since he’s one of the 4 people you know here.

There was also Elton, of course, who you don’t talk to as much, but he’s still cool.  And there was also Ray, who was one of your friends too.  He was super cute, though.  But of course, you were too afraid to admit that.

Anyway, the show was just starting and you and Bernie were perched at the railing on the second floor, beers in hand.  Suddenly, Elton’s boots clopped across the stage as he came on and headed over to his piano.

“Elton almost didn’t come out tonight because he got a scuff on one of his shoes and had a breakdown.  Then we reminded him how many other insane pairs of shoes he had and he settled on those ones.” Bernie pretty much shouted to you over the chatter, pointing at Elton’s shoes.

“Of course that’s the reason.” You chuckled and took a swig of your beer before Elton started to sing “Crocodile Rock”.

You looked down into the audience of dancing drunk people and your eyes locked on Ray, who you only spotted because of his extremely vibrant shirt.  Just as you saw him, he turned to face you too.

He smiled at you and gave a little wave, to which you responded with a soft smile and “cheersing” your beer to him, taking another swig.  He laughed slightly and turned back to the stage.

You bopped along to the music and kept chatting and drinking with Bernie.

-

About... 4 and a half beers, you think, later, Elton was still singing, and with the heavy intoxication, you found yourself dancing with Bernie, your faces particularly close as your foreheads were touching.

The song was slow, and the two of you were swaying along.

Poor Ray thought the song was quite romantic, and decided that he should steal a quick glance at you, and perhaps throw another smile your way.  He turned his head, only to be greeted with you and Bernie, dangerously close to each other.

His eyebrows furrowed and his smile faded.  Seeing you and Bernie together like that upset him.  He wasn’t necessarily mad at the two of you, but he was absolutely enraged at himself that he didn’t make a move on you before this.

If his face could get any sadder it would, as you and Bernie’s lips connected.  He shut his eyes tight, fighting back his emotions.  He shook his head and made a beeline for the bar.

Later, at the end of the show, Ray tried to find you.  When he couldn’t find you, he went to Elton’s dressing room, where he found Elton looking in a mirror.

“Hey, uh, have you seen Bernie and (Y/N)?” Ray asked him, making Elton jump.

“Sorry, you scared me.” Elton laughed, “I saw them leaving together earlier.”

As soon as Elton said that, Ray bit the inside of his cheek.

“Why do you ask?” Elton questioned.

“Oh, no reason. Just wondering.” Ray forced and smile.  Elton let out a knowing “mm” before Ray left and closed the door.  He exhaled sharply and rested his head on the door.

This has to be some sort of bad dream.  This can’t be happening, right?  You and Bernie were just friends.  Nothing more.  God, Ray, just wake up!  Wake up!

But sadly, it wasn’t a dream, and Ray would have to face this the next day.

-

The next day, you woke up in the plush sheets of your bed.  You yawned, nestling your head into the pillow.

“Good morning.” You heard Bernie’s voice say.  Your eyes darted open and you shot up in the bed.  Ok, this was not your bed.  And this was not your room.  Oh god, this was Bernie’s room.

“Bloody hell, Bernie!” You shouted, wiping your eyes.  You looked around the room.  No clothes anywhere except on your body.  The place looked relatively clean.

“Jesus, (Y/N)!  You can’t go shouting at 7:00 in the damn morning.” Bernie stated, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Sorry, sorry!” You responded, gulping.

“So, um, we didn’t... have sex, right?” You chuckled nervously, and Bernie laughed back, taking a quick sip from his coffee before beginning to explain.

“No, no, no.  We got here and starting making out and stuff but as soon as we got to the bed we collapsed, and thank god for that.” He explained to you, and you nodded along.

“Now that’s what I call luck.” You laughed, itching the back of your neck before you made a realization.

“Oh my god, Ray!” Your hand flew to your mouth as you said it, and Bernie gritted his teeth and let out a “hissing” noise.

“I knew you had a thing for him.  He must be pissed.” Bernie stated, and you ran your hands over your face out of stress.  You quickly tore the sheets off of you went to get your purse.

“God, he’s gonna think I’m such a bitch!” You talked mainly to yourself, grabbing your coat and pulling it on.  Normally you would have changed into something that you hadn’t worn yesterday, but since you were in Bernie’s hotel room, you really couldn’t unless you wanted to wear something of his, which would not make the situation any better.

“Goodbye?” Bernie said as you swung the door open and left his room, slamming it behind you.  You rushed down the hall.  Ok... that room is Elton’s, then Ray’s room should be... here!

You stopped in front of the door of Ray’s room and banged on the door as hard as you could.  

“Could you keep it down for fu-” You turned to see Elton in one of his robes.  The look on his face lightened when he saw you.

“Oh, (Y/N), hi.  What are you up to?” He asked, before realizing whose door you were at.  

“Oh.” He said before nodding and shooting you a smile, going back in his room and closing the door behind you.  You turned back to Ray’s door and began banging on it again, shouting Ray’s name.

“For the love of god, what do you want?!” Ray screamed, opening the door.  A confused look appeared on his face when he saw that it was you standing in his doorway, but you just pushed past him and went to sit on his bed.

“Ray, we seriously need to talk.” You sighed, putting your purse on the nightstand next to his bed.  Ray nodded in agreement and came to sit next to you.

“Yeah, yeah, we do.” He coughed into his sleeve.  The two of you sat in awkward silence in a moment before Ray broke it.

“So you and Bernie, huh?” Ray rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“No, no no no no no.” You quickly responded, trying your best to shut that down.

“Oh, really?” Ray laughed in disbelief, “Because it seemed like there was something going on last night.”

You sighed.

“That’s exactly what I came to talk to you about.” You told him.

“You came to tell me how amazing he is?  How much you love him? How fun last night was?  Because if that’s the case, I don’t want to hear it.” He huffed, shifting uncomfortably on the bed.

“Wha- why would I do tha- ugh, you stupid twat!” You exclaimed, placing your hands on both of his cheeks and bringing your lips to his.  He didn’t even take a moment to process this, he didn’t want to waste even a millisecond of it.

His hands flew to your waist and he pulled you closer to him.  He couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.  It felt like those daydreams he used to have when he was younger about kissing his crush or something.  Except it wasn’t a daydream.

The two of you pulled away, and you immediately went back to shouting at him.

“We were drunk out of our minds, and you of all people know what happens when you’re drunk!  You do stupid things!” You slapped him in the chest, eliciting a little “ow!” from him.

“I don’t even like Bernie!  I like you!  Jesus, you’re so dumb!  Literally everyone else who knows says it’s obvious!  God, I love you!” You shouted, flopping back on the bed and rubbing your temples.

“Well, apparently you’re stupid too, because you didn’t notice I like you too!” Ray shouted back.

“Oh my god, I love you, you asshole!” You pulled him back down to you and kissed him again.  This time it was more passionate.  Each time one of you separated for air, there was a muttered insult and an “I love you”.

You pulled away and rested your forehead on his.  

“I’m sorry I flipped out.” You breathed heavily, and Ray laughed.

“I’m sorry I thought you and Bernie did it.” He replied, and you laughed a little as well.  Ray turned on the bed to look up at the ceiling, and you shuffled and rested your head on his chest.  He smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing his thumb on it in circles.

Well, that was interesting.

[gothicwidowsworld]

Elton John #2

“No absolutely not! Absolutely not Elton!” The y/h girl argued hissing loudly moving around the man to continue placing books on the old shelves. “But this is it Y/N” Elton stated following the girl hot on her heels. “I can’t just drop everything Elton!” Y/N replied, still ignoring the man's pleads. “I have a life here.” The girl continued. “And I'm sure it's a wonderful one if slightly depressing.” The man replied, taking a seat on the counter next to the till much to the girls dismay. “You’ll regret not going and I refuse to take no for an answer” Elton continued watching the girl avoiding his gaze. “Oh right well after an amazing argument like that I should most definitely drop everything to follow you to L.A!” the y/h/c female scoffed smoothing her royal blue cardigan. “I need you Y/N/N who else will repair my outfits created by the most fantastic novice fashion designer.” The man begged hoping the flattery would convince the girl to change her mind. “And if all that doesn’t convince you Bernies coming too.” Elton teased knowing girl's feelings regarding the lyricist. Sighing Y/N shook her head “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Yes you can all you need to say is yes!” The man declared running a hand through his messy locks before readjusting his glasses. “If it will get you to leave me alone for the love of god then yes!” Y/N answered swatting the male of her counter. “Great” Elton cheered making his way to the door, the little golden bell ringing signalling he’d opened it. “We leave tomorrow.” The small smile dropped from her y/s/c features real quick “WHAT!?”

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Meet cute 1 and speech 23 with bernie please? Love your drabbles!

Thank you so much! Glad you like my blurbs :)

Speech 23 - “Dance with me”

Meet Cute 1 - You had an assigned seat next to them at a wedding for a mutual friend

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Y/N couldn’t help but groan internally when she wandered up to the table she was assigned to. Table 3, the table for close friends of the bride or groom. Table 2 was reserved for family members, table 1 for members of the wedding party. Table 3 was a good place for her to be.

But everyone at the table was a couple. And Y/N wanted to stab her own eyes out at the sight of that.

She hated weddings. When she was younger she loved them, finding them romantic and wonderful and magical and she loved attending those of her friends and family members.

But now she despised them. Because all of her closest friends were already either married or engaged and she was the one left out of that - the spinster of the friendship group. And she never normally minded, she was the ‘fun aunt’ of her friend’s kids and she adored being able to spend time with children without having to deal with the literal shit that came with them.

But at weddings it was awful because everyone expected her to be planning hers.

“Oh Y/N! I didn’t realise you were attending!” Y/N how wondered the knives supplied were when she heard the all-too familiar voice of Mary, a friend of a friend who always happened to be attending the same events as Y/N.

Y/N wondered if Mary had been put on the Earth simply to remind Y/N of her perpetual aloneness.

“Hello Mary,” Y/N restrained herself from rolling her eyes as she took her seat.

“Still alone?” Mary inquired and the question would have seemed innocent enough if it weren’t for the smile she had badly hidden.

“Do I look like I’m with anyone?” Y/N questioned in response before turning away from Mary to look at the man next to her, who was clearly trying to hold back a smile. “Is my isolation funny to you?” She asked him, but she smiled as she said it to let him know that she was only teasing.

“Only because I relate,” the man assured her. “I’m Bernie.”

“Y/N,” she took his outstretched hand. “Friend of the bride?” She questioned.

“Yeah, we went to primary school together,” he confirmed. “Friend of the groom?” Y/N nodded.

“Same situation.” Y/N took the glass of alcohol from in front of her and sipped it before pulling a face. “You know, they really could have supplied more pleasant alcohol for people like me who are planning on drinking their way through the evening.” Bernie burst out in laughter, setting the tone for the remainder of the meal.

When they had all finished eating, Y/N was approached by one of her friend’s daughters who demanded Y/N come and dance with her and her friends, an order that Y/N obliged to happily, anything to get away from Mary’s snide comments. She could feel Bernie’s eyes on her the entire time she danced with the group of kids and when the song ended she moved back over to the table.

For the second time that evening, Y/N stretched out her hand to him, a hopeful smile on her face.

“Dance with me?”

Finishing blurbs from my 3K Celebration!!

[death---dealer]

Imaginw Bernie walking reader home after they met up with Elton working on some music and he lends her his jacket because it's chilly!! That brown leather one of his

A/N- Hi HI. Thank you guys for reading !!!! I appreciate it lots. And I saw Rocketman and fell in love with this man automatically so catch me writing more for him now that I’ve got this oneshot done! reblogs and likes are appreciated!!! Thanks ! - Miss. Em.

Title: Sound Bite.

Fandom/Movie: Rocketman.

Pairing: Bernie Taupin x Fem! Reader.

Words: 2,738.

Rating: K. ( Super fluffy, no warnings other than some language adkfmsdlkm ).

Big noises didn’t seem to exist. The squealing of a front door of the flat that Bernie shared with Elton and a handful of other people, the small ‘goodbye’ he had given the group who initially shouted a ‘goodbye’ to the two of you, the wave you gave them as you stepped out of the flat onto the small landing in front of the building, the slamming of the screen door as it shut behind the two of you, the rumbling of a car passing by on the street, music playing from inside. It felt as if your ears were left ringing sensationally, drowning you and keeping you under the water until it clogged your ears and you were left with a vague sense of sound. You had just met Elton John, hearing his voice sing along effortlessly to Bernie’s flawless lyrics. You could have stayed the entire night listening, having a lovely chat with their roommates about anything, the existence of the universe, if love was a real thing, any strange conspiracies you could come up. You were welcomed, it felt, something you were initially worried about when Bernie suggested you come over tonight just to hang out.

But, hang out was such a broad term. Hanging out for the two of you was popping into the small cafe down the street on your way to classes in the afternoon and bumping into each other, saying hello, chattering to one another as your eyes peeped at his lips and his own trailed down your body and then snapped back to captivate your attention. Flirtatious, but Bernie was naturally shy and tried to cover up the fact that he had been looking at you like that by bringing a hand through his soft hair, de-tangling some, but messing up other strands. The sun seeping into the cafe window hit the two of you, giving off the impression that his hair was almost honey colored with dark highlights. You felt mesmerized for a second, realizing that you hadn’t managed to murmur any response to his offer of hanging out outside of your normal routine in the cafe, midday, every Wednesday and Friday. He was there often, using the cafe as a muse of some sort as he often wrote lyrics there. You wondered for the first few times what he was doing, slanted handwriting scattering along sheets of paper, scratched out words, words written over others, notes in the columns. Bernie explained your second week of talking.

“I write lyrics for a friend.”

“Anyone I would know or have heard?”

The smile he gave you was confident in nature, contradicting the shy and cute grin he’d often have for you when he first spotted your face walking into the cafe. There was a fazed out expression on his face. He knew something you didn’t and it no doubt intrigued you to the ends of the Earth. “Not yet, but you’ll know him soon enough. Everyone will.”

You weren’t sure what to say when he asked you to come over, so, you stumbled out a tiny ‘yes’ in reply, earning yourself that small charming smile from Bernie that he always seemed to have tucked away for you and that always made you feel breathless as if you were going to be knocked out from how pretty it was. How handsome he was. He’d jotted his address down on a napkin, handed it to you with slightly shaky hands and told you, “I’ll be home around 7 if you just want to pop by. I’ll be waiting out front for you so you don’t have to knock. My roommates… They’re well…” He shrugged softly, the bag on his shoulder shifting with that movement as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “They like to pry and I’d rather not put you in danger by knocking on the front door and having one of them answer before I do. Believe me, I won’t see you tonight if that happens.”

Sound began registering again as your feet tapped down the steps before the two of you hooked a right so you could venture home. A fifteen minute walk or so from where you were and Bernie offered to walk you rather than have you go on the train by yourself. With sound returning, the knowledge that Bernie’s fingers, his hand, was sliding against yours by your side, almost teasing in nature. Arms rubbed and pried one another, giving you shock waves of his warmth from under his brown leather jacket. God, Bernie wanted to grab you, wanted to hold your hand and tug you towards him but there was an invisible force that was stopping him. This was putting Bernie to the test to see if he could be as smooth as he once imagined he was, and God knew you were making it hard for him. For a split moment as the two of you cross the street and he peered down at you in the lamp light, he wondered if you were aware that you were like the wind to him. Come up, swirling around him, taking him up, up, and up and wrapping yourself into him. He could act on it, but, Bernie refrained and drew his bottom lip in as you finally brought yourself to speak.

“That was fun.” You were disappointed in yourself that the only adjective you could fathom at the moment was ‘fun’ when in reality, you hadn’t had a good time like that in a long time. It was great, lively, boisterous. But, it was fun. The sound of piano notes, the gentle nature that Elton would press against them one moment and then the vicious way he’d bang the next, playing with such crystal clear emotion that it tore you apart to look into Bernie’s eyes as Elton sang, wanting to muster enough courage to kiss Bernie for the sake of feeling the pressure of his lips against yours, to grab his arm and lean forward, closer and closer. Closer and closer, you thought to yourself and wrapped your arms around yourself as a breeze shot between the two of you. “Your lyrics— they’re amazing, Bernie.”

“Are they?” The smile on his face was soft, the creases around his mouth evident as the expression grew into sincere fondness. “It’s the strangest thing, I’ve never thought they were amazing until I met Elton. He’s ability to turn my lyrics into… Into works of art is uncanny. It’s like the world bursts into color when I hear him sing my songs, when I feel the vibrations of the piano notes in my ears. There’s nothing quite like it.”

“Give yourself more credit,” You said clearly, your fingers tangling into his by your side momentarily before you flattened your hand, “I love Elton and the music, but your lyrics are so… You.” Bernie gave you a strange look at that with a faux scoff. He knew what you meant. “I could sit and listen to you read your lyrics to me all night, you know.”

“You don’t want to hear my voice all night, believe me. You’d get quite tired of it by morning.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” It was your turn to smile and it mimicked the one that Bernie had previously given you. It was full of fondness, something that was so soft that Bernie himself felt his feet slow down and he lingered a few paces behind you now, wondering if it was normal to feel this breathless at such a simple statement. Such a simple compliment. Clearing his throat, he caught up to you, each step feeling lighter and lighter as he chewed his bottom lip tentatively. Looking up at Bernie, there was something swirling in your eyes. Something that told him you knew something he didn’t know. Or maybe, he did know and he was worried that it wasn’t reciprocated.

“Are you cold?” Bernie asked, panic evident in his voice as he watched you shudder as the breeze hit your skin. You were wearing a jumper, but it wasn’t enough fabric to keep yourself toasty but it was giving you means to lean into him every other step to feel his warm body against yours, even if it was for a second.

“I-I’m okay, Bernie. We’re almost to my—”

Blinking, it took the brunette next to you only a moment to slip his brown leather jacket off his small shoulders before the clothing was placed onto you gentle, your walking pace slowing down so he could properly adjust it onto your shoulders. It smelled like him– musky, his after-shave that reminded you of a sandalwood candle. Soothing, and the heat of his body rolled against your body from the fabric of the jacket and caused you to smile to yourself as Bernie hummed in a reassuring tone, “I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Well, no-now you’re going to get cold.” You whispered softly to him, tucking back a piece of your hair before grasping the front of his jacket to keep it on your shoulders so it didn’t fall to the ground. “Bernie–”

“I’ll be fine, (Name).” He laughed, letting you slip your arms through the arm holes of his jacket. It was long for you, but it was comfortable and you found yourself nuzzling the side of your face into the collar to linger in the smell of Bernie that clung to the fabric. “I wouldn’t object to you… Wrapping your arm around me, if you want. For the sake of keeping me warm, of course.” Smooth, Bernie thought to himself and let his eyes pour into yours as you felt heat on the tip of your ears at the suggestion.

“Of course,” If you were nervous, you weren’t showing it to him but inside it felt as if you were rioting. You did what he suggested and let your arm snake around his waist and hook around. The pace of walking was slower, turning the fifteen minute walk into twenty-five minutes at the very least. “Just to keep you warm, though. No funny business, Taupin.”

“No funny business.” He reassured as you tucked your free hand into the pocket of his jacket, feeling a piece of paper slip between your fingers.

“What’s this?” You inquired, slipping the paper out of his pocket and holding it up in the passing light of the streetlamps.

“Ah,” He snatched it comically out of your hand and chuckled deeply inside of his chest and from the closeness of your two bodies, you could feel it against you. It rattled you and brought you some comfort as you tilted your head upwards and waited for an answer. “Just some shitty lyric that made no sense. Must have shoved it in my jacket for a reason.”

“What does it say?”

“Oh, come on, (Name). They’re shitty, you don’t want to—”

“I do, Bernie.”

There was silence between the two of you for a split second, the only sound coming from Bernie as he unfolded the piece of paper hesitantly, re-reading what he had once written and shrugging his shoulders, “I don’t know why you’re so adamant—”

“Please, I– I want you to read them to me. Let me be the judge.”

“But I remain silent,” Bernie whispered, half under his breath giving off the impression that the words were being sung to you in some silent song. “Oh, I won’t say a word…” That was breathless to the point where it left a shudder stringing down your spine, “I leave you to realize… I’m the light of your world.” Laughing slightly, he re-folded the piece of paper and slipped it into his back pocket with shrugging shoulders as you heard his voice echoing deep inside of your mind. His voice was soothing, you realized. More so than you thought before and there was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to hear it speak in your ear, against your skin, against your lips… Anywhere. “See? It’s really nothing— Sort of just scrambled words put together—” His words came to a shocked stop as you turned to face him and placed your hands flat onto his chest, successfully getting Bernie to stop walking as well with a slightly straggled laugh. “What are you—”

For a second, he thought you were going to kiss him. You were going to take that one step and finally close the gap between the two of you and you thought you’d do the same thing. You imagined it, of course. Feeling your hands flatten completely against his chest, his heart beating heavily against your hands. The feeling of his hot mouth conforming against yours out of desperation for it was pent up want that the two of you wanted to release. Bernie nearly puckered his mouth in anticipation but found it forming into a tiny grin at your voice, “How do you think those lyrics are shitty? They’re so—… So…” You swallowed and realized what word you needed to use. “Romantic, Bernie. So, shut your mouth about them being shitty and put them in a song.”

His mouth popped open at your last statement and he found himself throwing his head back in a cackle. “I can’t just put them in a song! That’s not how it works! They’re detached! I need to write a song around them in order to get them to work.”

“Then do that.”

“You know, for my muse, you’re pretty pushy.”

Your lips parted as you took a step back to look up at him properly. What he had just implied was something unknown to both of you, or at least that’s what you got from the surprised look on his face as the words came tumbling out, freeform into the air around the two of you. “I’m your muse?”

He smacked his lips and tilted his head to the side in a silly fashion. “I suppose. Is that what I just said?”

Hitting his chest playfully, you gasped as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to him, instinctively your hands came up to rest on his shoulders to keep yourself steady against the slightly wet pavement under your feet. “Of course, that’s what you—”

“Then, I meant it. You’re my muse.”

“Is that a pickup line, Taupin?” You smiled and cautiously wrapped your arms around his neck to hike yourself against him. The fabric of the leather jacket bunched around your wrists, Bernie’s hands resting on your waist, close enough to your hips to know that this was something he wanted and has indeed thought about. He kept his distance though, not letting his fingers wander downwards or upwards. It was a comfortable spot for both of you and you found yourself happily moving against him and rolling onto your toes as he whispered to you, your right hand reaching up and tucking your fingers through his silky, light brown hair.

“This is my first time using it, did it work?” You nodded and he laughed. “If it worked, may I… May I kiss you?” You nodded once again only this time, your tongue peeped out of your mouth to wet your lips as Bernie laughed breathlessly, lifting one of his hands and cupping the side of your face tenderly. “I’m going to kiss you, okay?” You licked your lips once again and giggled breathlessly, almost going cross-eyed as Bernie dipped his head and hovered his face in front of yours, only two centimeters away from yours and with a surge of what you’d consider to be confidence, he closed that lingering gap and you found yourself gasping into the kiss, eyes immediately falling shut as Bernie’s lips pushed a bit harder. He tasted like beer, something you didn’t like but Bernie somehow made it feel tasteful.

You pulled away with a hushed huff and swallowed. “Do— You should come inside. You should come inside and have some tea and warm yourself up and-and…”

“If you want me to come inside and read you more lyrics, you just need to ask.” He chuckled, kissing your lips slowly this time and letting the feeling sink into the both of you as if it was bubbling from your feet all the way to your head, your fingertips… You felt bubbly. Like a champagne bottle that had just been cracked open. “You don’t need to tempt me anymore than you already have…”

[antclotz]

Well, I am legit fucked

July 5

The day I'm gonna watch

Rocketman

Excited

Everything is planned out

Me and my nephew is gonna watch

He's the same age as me

He's older by months?

He's smaller than me 😂😂😂

Weird thing is his dad, my cousin, is coming.

He's paying

But I've been told

He doesn't know yet?

Yea I'm confused about the whole situation myself

And

As you all know

There is a

Special scene at some point

Just imagine the awkwardness

(he's never gonna trust us again)

Welp

ATLEAST I GET FREE SNACKS AND SOMEBODY PAYS FOR ME!!!

Wish me luck fellas

[elderberrywhine]

The Sweetest - Bernie Taupin

Here it is! My first Bernie fic! I hope you all enjoy! Leave me some comments, send in requests!!

When you were in grade four and doe-eyed, wrinkled faced old ladies asked you what you wanted to be when you got older, waitress was never your answer. At one point, you wanted to be a zookeeper, then an artist, then a writer. It wasn’t that nothing stuck or kept your interest very long; although the deeper details of a job at the zoo became wholly unappealing as you grew. In fact, between shifts at the diner, you could be found scribbling stanzas of poetry on napkins or doodling on your order pad. Life had simply thrown a wrench into your hopefully optimistic, fourth grade plans. 

The diner wasn’t that bad either. While the uniform you had to wear felt unflattering, the soft blue paired well with the light yellow walls and rich-wood chairs. Al, the more heavy-set chef, was always kind and Rachel, a fellow waitress, always gave you the customers that tipped well. She would silence your protests with a wave of the hand.

“You need to get out of here, Y/N. You’re too big for this small town,” she would say. Normally, you would laugh it off, tell her she was ‘crazy’ and that you were happy right where you were. It was the truth, for the most part. Until one day, it wasn’t anymore.

That was the day Bernie Taupin walked into the diner. The bell dangling in the doorway sounded more like the singing of angels that day. He had walked up and asked for tea with two sugars in the softest voice you had ever heard. From that day on, Bernie had made an effort to stop by the diner each day. Often times he would write in his notebook and whenever you asked, Bernie would explain the song he was writing.

“What’s this one about?” You lean over the counter, eyes studying Bernie’s features with a natural curiosity. Bernie looks up, bright blue eyes meeting your gaze for a split second as you gesture towards his notebook. He shifts on the stool he is sitting on and quickly shut his notebook without missing a beat. “Jus’ some ideas, concepts. Nothing solid quite yet,” he rambles, offering you a smile for your troubles. It isn’t enough, as you quirk a brow at him worriedly.

“Well it’s something worth hiding, obviously,” you point out, “don’t want me to see?” Bernie lets out a breathy laugh, “it’s not done yet. Once it is, I promise, love, you’ll be the first to see it.”

“Hmm, alright,” you hum before sparing a glance at the clock on a nearby wall. Your shift was finally over. You quickly undid the knot of your waitress apron and hung it on a nearby peg. “You’ll have to share tomorrow, Bernie, my shift is done.”

“Really?” Bernie glanced at the clock and his eyes widened. “I guess it is late. I hope I wasn’t keeping you here.” You laugh, shaking your head.

“No, you weren’t,” you giggle, “and I wouldn’t mind sticking around for you.” Bernie’s cheeks go pink as you walk out from behind the counter. Striding over to the employees closet, you pluck your coat and bag off of your hook. Slipping the warm material over your shoulders, you walk back out to the main hub of the diner. Bernie is still there, standing beside the counter. “I could walk you home, if you like,” Bernie offers, his question so quiet you wonder if you had imagined it. When he lifts his eyes to yours, you knew that he had truly asked it.

“I would like that,” you reply, smiling, “I would like that very much.” Bernie smiles too as you walk towards the diner entrance. You push the doors open, holding them open for Bernie as he follows close behind you. 

The pair of you walk a few paces in silence, the only sounds around you the slapping of your shoes against the pavement. You had imagined moments like this before; Bernie whisking you away from the diner, but in your mind it was always forever. From the songs he wrote, you knew that he was going to go places and you wanted to be there when he did. You could only hope he wanted you to be there too.

“So,” you drawl, breaking the quiet between you, “you gonna tell me what the song is about?” You lean to the side and bump your shoulder against Bernie’s lightly. He laughs softly, shaking his head so that his long, light brown hair falls off his shoulders.

“It’s not a song yet,” he corrects, “jus’ an idea. And I’d rather talk about you instead.” The blush that overtakes your cheeks is nothing short of burning. 

“What about me? ‘M nothing special,” you chuckle lightly, although it stings. 

“I think you’re one of the most special people I’ve ever met,” Bernie says, his voice so sincere you have to stop walking. In your pause, Bernie turns to you, blue eyes scanning over your face. “And the most beautiful person, with the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

“Bernie,” you whisper, brows furrowing as your gaze dances along his face. There is not a trace of falsehood in his eyes, which becomes more apparent as he steps closer to you. He stands before you, so close that you can feel the heat emanating off of his body. A slightly trembling hand reaches up and traces the line of your jaw.

“Is, is this alright?” The stuttering of his gentle voice makes you smile. Nodding quickly, you tilt your neck and lean into his touch.

“More than alright,” you reply, eyes meeting Bernie’s through your lashes. Bernie takes the hint and leans closer to you, his nose grazing your own.

“What about this?” You can tell, despite his steady voice and confident tone, that Bernie was nervous. He didn’t want to cross a line with you and you smiled at his kindness.

“Just kiss me, Bernie,” you whisper playfully. Bernie grins brightly and ends up smiling into the kiss. His lips are soft and taste slightly of sugared tea as his mouth melds with yours. Your arms wrap around behind Bernie’s back, pulling him even closer. At this new angle, Bernie hums in contentment with the softness of the kiss turning more passionate until he pulls away.

“I should’ve done that sooner,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your own as he speaks. You smile, leaning up to peak his lips once more.

“You should have, yeah,” you reply, “but I didn’t mind sticking around.” Bernie laughs softly, pressing his forehead to yours with closed eyes. “It’s about you, ya know,” he whispers, eyes fluttering open after a beat. You lean back, pressing yourself against the brick wall of the building behind you. The stone is cold against your palms that still tingled with the warmth of Bernie’s skin.

“What’s about me?” You cock your head to the side and marvel at Bernie’s grin. He stays quiet, eyes never leaving your form. They blaze trails along your body, lingering on your lips until his gaze locks with yours.

“The song,” he admits finally, “I just need to put down the words.” You push yourself off against the wall and close to Bernie once more. Your hands reach up to his chest, fingers wrapping around the zipper of his brown leather jacket. 

“You’re wonderful,” you whisper before capturing Bernie’s lips in yet another kiss. Now, without a doubt, you were certain that Bernie would stick around too.