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“Chicken...” : Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor Imagine: Plus Size Reader: BoRhap Imagine

Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor Imagine Roger Taylor x Reader Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader BoRhap Imagine

Roger Maddows Taylor was a lovely person.

And you loved this person with all your heart.

Roger was kind and sweet.

He was a lovely partner.

And he was also very beautiful which was an added bonus.

However, it would seem....he did not like chickens.

Which as highly bothersome to you because you DID like chickens.

You loved them actually.

They were your favorite animals of all.

He was curious and you damn well knew it ...but one literally shook a foot at him one time and now he's scared.

However, there were baby chicks to be had and you would be damned if you didn't have some.

Which was leads you to now.

You've sat in the back of your yard on the huge estate that Roger insisted on having.

For all the lush and grandious of his lifestyle, you were just a simple person who enjoyed simple things.

And one of those things...were chickens.

You'd built a chicken coop which was more like a glorified play house and a huge fenced in area for your little feathered friends to roam free.

Rog didn't mess with the chickens.

That was your thing and he just didn't bother.

One landed on his chest one day while he was by the pool and he nearly had a fucking heart attack.

They'd grown now and now....NOW....there were new baby chicks.

From your favorite.

I mean, you don't pick favorites because you love them all but you do have one chicken that you sometimes sneak into the house.

You may have named her Rogerina.

Rog may take personal offense to that.

But the day had come and her eggs had hatched.

As with all things, some make it and some don't but there are six precious little babies to be loved.

Freddie, who you had called instantly, was beside you ready to spoil his feathered godchildren.

Just as you did with your furry godchildren.

Together you named one, Beatrice Luxamonique ....the third.  

Nickname Bee.

Brian who had been dragged into such a production and pressured into naming one of them chose a simple but elegant name.

Josephine to be called Jo - just in case it was a boy.  Trust Brian to be reason.

Deaky, fucking Deaky, he named his Maddows...to spite Roger.

Rog always knew the two of you were in it together.

Always working against him.

And last you left the ity bity one for Roger to name.

He shook his head.

"You name it." he said.

"I already named one." you argued, holding the precious little fluff out to him.

"No, that was Fred." he said, easing away from the innocent floof.

"It was a joint effort." you said. "Just like our marriage, Taylor.  So stop being a fucking chicken and hold the fucking chicken."

He took one look at you and heaved a sigh before he held out his hands.

You held the baby up to him and it happily - and clumsily- tumbled into his hands.

Damn near went over the edge and he scrambled to catch it.  

"Honestly." he chastised it, "Just like your mum.  Can't leave you be for 1 second without you tumbling your death."

He glanced up to find a smile crawling onto your face.

"Shut it." he warned and you just smiled.

Your head titled to the side and your eyes damn near sparkled and you turned into a pile goo at the sight of Roger lightly scolding the baby chick for being clumsy...and him calling you it's mum.

"So....what about the name?" you asked softly.

The boys rolling their eyes at you in the background.

Anytime Roger did anything remotely soft...you were a pile of goo afterwards.

Eyes basically full of hearts and your insides like marshmallow cream.

You'd be on him like white on rice tonight and everyone knew it.

It's like the time he picked a stray dog up in the rain so it wouldn't get wet.

Everyone just fucking left the tour bus to get away from you two.

He sighed and the little chicken nestled into his hands.

An odd little noise came out of it as he cradled her and smoothed a finger over her soft, downy feather.

"I could be really evil here and pay you back for naming you pet chicken Rogerina." he commented.

You stared at him defiantly, "I would love nothing more than to have a chicken named after me."

"However, that's an unescessary punishment for the chicken....to share a name with such a horrid creature as yourself." he teased and you held back from socking him in the arm....because he had the chick.

He smirked wickedly, "Ah, have I discovered the secret to your protection?"

You narrowed your eyes and flared your nostrils.

"If I'd have known chickens provided protection I'd have got one sooner." he teased.

"Your chicken naming priviledges have been revoked!" You declared. "Give me back my baby! I'll name it!"

"Her, darling." he said pointedly.

"You don't know the sex yet, Roger." you said.

"Yes, I do." he said. "It's a girl.   And even if it isn't- it doesn't matter. "

"Oh?" I asked. "And what's this name then?"

"Floof." he said matter of factly.

You just stared at him.

"Floof?" you said.

"Floof." he nodded. "She's daddy's little girl now.   Or boy if she decides otherwise later in life."

You stared at him for a second longer.

You didn't break eye contact as you spoke to the three men behind you.

"Good bye, darlings." you said.

The laughed slightly behind you.

"Don't kill him, love. Please.  We kind of need him." Brian teased as he patted Roger's shoulder as he walked away.

"At least put the chickens up first." Deaky teased.

"Shall I inform your neighbors that you are not killing Rog and that he's willing and ready?" Freddie teased.

That earned a smirk and he kissed your cheek before leaving.

"Didn't realize bonding with your fuzzy demons would produce such a fire, darling." Roger teased as he gently herded the chickens back into the enclosure with Rogerina.

"Roger?" you asked.

He looked over his shoulder at you, "Yes?"

"Put Floof down." you said calmly.

"What? Why?" he asked and you damn near melted on the spot at his closeness to your beloved chickens.

"Because our feathered children are not allowed to see  Mommy and Daddy howl like wild beasts." you said.

A wicked grin overtook him and he snatched you up and ran off into the house with you.

Turns out, chickens are now Rog's favorite animal ever.

Also, Rogerina is his new wing man....er Wing-woman...chicken?  

Whatever, you get the point.

Cock-a-doodle- damn-doo.

Heeeeeey, darlings!  I hope you enjoyed this little piece!  I was trying out a different style and I was having so much fun with a Mama Bear rant, lol.  If ya liked it and want more of this style- lemme know!

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The Singer And the Actor  Ch 2 : The Stage

Joe Mazzello x plus sized reader 

Author’s note: This might be a little AUish but after seeing Bohemian Rhapsody I wondered what music would be like if Freddie hadn’t passed away. 

Ps: The song y/n sings is a song from Starkid musical called Not Alone, it’s in one of their harry potter musicals but it just fit. 

“Thanks Jim, by the way.” Y/n pats Jim’s shoulder as she begins to break away from him. 

“Where are you going?” Jim asks. 

“I need some air and to think about stuff.” Y/n shrugs. 

“Don’t think too hard, it’s almost lunch time.” Jim says before dropping her arm from his. 

“I promise I won’t.” Y/n walks off away from where the band and actors are. 

Jim slightly shakes his head as he rejoins the boys. There’s something special about her. 

“Where have you been?” Freddie asks his husband before kissing him. 

“There was a kitten petting emergency.” 

“Understandable.” Freddie nods. 

“Wasn’t Y/n with you? Rami saw her petting cats.” Joe asks. 

“She was, she needed some air and to think about stuff about the band.” Jim answers. 

“She told you about everything.” Joe sighs. He knows how much the band means to her. 

“Yeah, she didn’t want to,in her words, info-dump on me. But I’m nosy so..” Jim trails off. 

A few minutes of talking with the actors, Freddie wanders off until he finds the person he’s been wanting to talk to since he heard she was coming. 

Y/n chews her nails while writing down a few lyrics she’s been thinking of. A sweet smelling man settles himself on the ground beside her. 

“Hello, Mr. Mercury.” Y/n says without looking up. 

“How did you know it was me?” Freddie asks situating his legs so they don’t get cramped. 

“You’re the only man I can picture wearing Coco Mademoiselle perfume.” Y/n looks up and closes the notebook. 

“Am I interrupting your song writing process, darling?” 

“Uh, kind of, but it’s okay. I wasn’t getting anywhere. Besides Peter hates everything I write so..” 

“Is Peter in the band?” 

“No.” 

“Than his opinion is irrelevant.” 

“He’s our manager.” 

“You say that like it means something.”

“And the guys like him,and his opinions. I think it’s because he’s older than us, and has experience with bands.” 

Freddie hesitates then asks “ Are you the eldest in the band?” 

“Yes, what about me told you that?” 

“You give off a worried mum vibe about the lyrics” 

“Is that bad?” 

“No, darling, it’s not.” A small smile grows on Freddie’s face,” I was the same way.” 

“So what do I do?” Y/n asks. 

“That depends, what exactly does Peter say about you, darling?” 

Y/n recounts the various rude things Peter has said about her in the past two years. By the end of her telling him, Freddie’s jaw clenches. 

“Yeah it’s not good.” Y/n comments once realizing that Freddie seems pissed off. 

“You’ve put up with that shit for two years!” 

“Albums take time, Mr.Mercury.” Y/n shrugs. 

“Once it is finished, fire him, or kick him in the dick, or both.” 

“If we finish, at this rate, with the arguments.” 

“Let me guess, he riles you up, then makes the guys think you’re sensitive, and can’t take criticism.”  Freddie guesses. 

“Yeah, that’s actually not the worst thing he’s done, he tried to dissolve a diet pill in my drink. I saw him do that, so I poured it into a plant. Poor plant.” Y/n shakes her head at the memories of Peter and the band on their first small tour playing bars. 

“Just fire him now. Don’t wait.” Freddie suggests. 

“Maybe I should call the boys to see how it’s going.” Y/n says digging through her purse.

Her phone starts ringing. 

“They had the same idea.” Freddie smiles as Y/n takes the phone call. 

There’s screaming in the background of the call. 

“Hey Y/n, how’s London?” Brandon says quickly. “ Uh we have a problem.” 

“It’s great, what’s the problem?” Y/n asks. 

“Uh you know how Jake is like your younger brother. Well he’s a little protective.” Brandon says.

“What happened?” Y/n asks sighing.

“He snapped.” Brandon answers simply.

“What did Peter say?” Y/n assumes.

“How do you know Peter said anything? Did Jake call you?” Brandon says surprised that she knew.

“No, I just know Peter.” Y/n tries not to get into a fight with him. 

“He’s not as bad as you say he is.” Brandon defends him. 

“Brandon, stop, just tell me what Peter said.” Y/n says not wanting to get into it. 

“He said that your songs shouldn’t be on the album because you took off in the middle of recording, and then Jake just sprang out of his chair, and started punching Peter, we tried to grab and then he just started punching anyone he could.” Brandon explains what happened. 

“Do you agree with him?” Y/n asks raising an eyebrow, even if he isn’t here.

“No, but I understand his reasoning.” Brandon sighs. 

“Brandon, I love you like a brother, but right now I don’t like you or Russ.” Y/n says trying not to get mad. 

“Y/n, come on. You don’t mean that. Think about the band.” 

“ I do mean it and everything I think about is the band. You know how hard it was for me to leave. I’ve only been gone for a day, and you guys are punching the daylights out of each other.” Y/n spits venom. 

“Jake is the one punching our manager. Do you know how that makes us look?” Brandon asks. 

“Jake is the calmest one of the bunch, how does that make Peter look?” Y/n snaps back. “ I have to go.” 

Y/n hangs up and looks at Freddie, who heard everything. 

“So that’s Brandon, he’s our guitarist, and we sometimes clash.” She explains. 

“I heard, darling.” Freddie reminds. 

“Well then now you know why my writing session here, wasn’t interrupted.” Y/n throws her phone back in the bag. 

“Well darling, you said you were trying to work through some lyrics, so why don’t you try them with a piano.” Freddie points to the Live Aid set.

 As it’s lunch time, no one is near it, The piano is still there with a microphone. 

“I don’t think I can just sit up there and play it. Like it’s a movie set. They could like kick me out.” Y/n shakes her head.

“Than darling, I’ll go with you.” Freddie offers. 

“Then we both get kicked out.” Y/n says standing up. 

“I don’t think they can kick me out.” Freddie laughs standing up and walking with Y/n over to the set. 

“Up you go.” He helps Y/n onto the stage and disappears behind it. 

Freddie flips a few of the speakers on and connects the cable to the microphone so everyone can hear her sing. 

“Uh Mr. Mercury.” Y/n calls out sitting on the piano bench. 

“Right here darling.” Freddie walks out from behind a curtain and sets up a microphone at the piano. 

“Remember it’s still in it’s rough stage, and I was on a plane so my voice might not be.” Y/n starts to ramble.

“Y/n just sing the words you have on the page.” Freddie says sitting on the edge of the stage. 

“Okay, but if I get kicked off the set it’s your fault.” Y/n starts playing the melody. 

Freddie watches and pulls out his phone sending a mass group text : Come to the live aid stage, but be quiet. 

“Am I the first to hear this?” He asks. 

“No, Joe heard a little of it. It’s uh about relationships, Mine with Joe, and well mine with my friends. It’s kind of funny to play this after we argued.” Y/n muses. 

“Play on.” Freddie says with a hand flourish. 

“I’ve been alone. Surrounded by darkness. And I’ve seen how heartless the world can be. “ Y/n sings. 

Freddie could hear a few of Y/n’s influences most notably Aretha Franklin. In his mind the girl can sing. Anyone would be out of their mind to think anything else. He looks over and sees Jim,Joe, Rami, Brian and Roger walking over and sit in the front row of the audience. Y/n is too lost in the song to realize that the microphone is on and the speakers are amplifying her song to the whole production. 

As the music begins to picks up to a faster pace, Joe smiles he recognizes this part of the song. 

“Cause baby you’re not alone! Cause you’re here with me, And nothing’s ever gonna bring us down. Cause nothin can keep me from lovin you, and you know it’s true.” Y/n belts.  

Y/n smiles while she’s singing and gestures to Freddie. 

“Oh.” Freddie says running over to help her with the duet portion. 

“Now I know it ain’t easy.”(No it ain’t easy) but it ain’t hard trying. (It’s so hard trying) Y/n sings with Freddie as her backup. 

They finish the last verse together, in Y/n mind this verse is supposed to be with all of her band singing. 

“Baby you’re not alone! Cause you’re here with me, and nothing’s ever gonna take us down. Cause nothing can keep me from loving you, and you know it’s true, it don’t matter what’ll come to be. Our love is all we need to make it through.” Y/n and Freddie finish together. 

The clapping is what brings Y/n back to earth as she realized that more people than just Freddie were watching. 

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Plus size headcanon- Ben comforting you when you get insecure clothes shopping??? Idk I feel like that’d be cute

Okay so you and Ben are going on vacation soon

So you knew you needed some more clothes

“Babe you wanna go shopping today?”

You say yes but immediately regret it once you end up on Rodeo Drive

“Where do you wanna go first?”

You honestly had no idea bc you hated clothes shopping and Ben knew that

“Babe it’s okay, I just wanna make you feel good. Please?”

Of course Ben only wanted the best for you and he wanted to spoil you

You walk into Roberto cavalli and there’s so many beautiful clothes you don’t even know where to start

Eventually you find a couple things in your size

And a couple things Ben wanted you to try on ;) hint hint

“Babe come on out I wanna see you!”

“Ben no I look awful”

“I know you don’t. Please let me see? Please?”

You didn’t wanna let him in, you were trying on super expensive clothes and still didn’t feel beautiful

“Okay. Come in”

So Ben pulls the curtain back and then closes it behind him

You have a beautiful black off the shoulder mid thigh dress on and you hated the way it was hanging on you

“Are you kidding? YOU LOOK STUNNING”

“Ben no I don’t this looks so bad?”

So Ben comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist

“Baby look at me. Look at me”

You slowly brought your head up to look at him and he’s running his bands all over you

“You look absolutely STUNNING. I will be upset if you don’t get this dress.”

“I can already imagine you walking down the beach and the sun setting behind us and you in that perfect dress. Because you are perfect”

“Honestly you make that dress look better. Like I don’t even know how to describe it”

“But honestly babe. You will look good in anything you try on. Get whatever you want, I just want you to feel special”

And honestly that’s how you knew you loved Ben because he loved you no matter what

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Fat Bottomed Girls (Get On Your Bikes and Ride)

Fandom: Queen, RPF, Bohemian Rhapsody

Pairing: Brian May x Plus Size Reader

Characters: Brian May, Plus Size Reader, Reader, Roger Taylor, Freddie Mercury, John Deacon, Veronica Tetzlaff, Dominique Beyrand [mentions]

Word Count: 2665  // Rating: Explicit

Summary: Brian gets inspiration for a new song

Tags/ Warnings: Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Love, Established Relationship, Plus Size, Fat Shaming, Body Issues, Lack of Confidence, Arguing, Smut, Fluff

Notes: 

Brian has a chubby kink sorry i don't make the rules

im a roger gal but brian may is so cute dont even 

fat bottomed girls is A TUNE fight me

the boys werent that mean and all their gals were pretty xoxo 

I scanned the magazine’s cover. I usually paid no attention to things like this but as I navigated my way through the local supermarket I spotted it on the top shelf, the pictures splattered across it like paint on a decorator's radio.

QUEEN’S BIG NIGHT OUT -  HOW A BIG NIGHT OUT WENT ROYALLY WRONG.

It was the headline that caught my eye. I grabbed it without looking and shoved it into my bag to read later. Once I got the rest of the shopping I headed back home. The boys were in Bri’s studio, rehearsing one of their new pieces that Freddie had written. I put the shopping away quietly before I boiled the kettle and made myself a brew. As the water bubbled away to itself I slipped the magazine out of the carrier bag and placed it on the side, opening it to the article that had caught my eye.

I don’t know why I did it so discreetly. Maybe because the boys always told me not to pay any attention to what the press said. I turned to the first page and there it was. Pictures of each member of the band leaving several clubs on a raucous night out at the weekend. It had been an award ceremony. The boys had headlined and they looked so dapper in the pics - at the start of the night.

It seems the BRIT awards may have been too much for the rock and roll band QUEEN who proved to be a little worse for wear after the event. Band members Mercury, May, Taylor and Deacon headlined the music awards for the first time and opened with their hit number ‘We Are The Champions’ before doing a medley of other songs for an eagerly awaiting audience. The group then spent the night partying with their entourage before stumbling out of a London club in the early hours of Sunday morning.

The article was short but the page was made up of pictures from the night. Winners were hardly mentioned and instead the sole focus of the article was the boys. They were right. The boys did look good before we entered the venue. Sunday morning was another matter. It made me giggle.  Until I noticed the next page.

It was one of those HOT OR NOT columns. Stars' pictures from the night had been taken and their talent and value had been stripped away basing their worth on what they had chosen to wear that night. Amongst the pictures was a picture of me with Roger & John’s partners [Dominique and Veronica].

REGAL BEAUTY OR COURT JESTERS?

Did Queen’s leading ladies look hot or not? Our fashion expert weighs in on them and several other looks from the weekend’s BRIT awards.

HOT - Dominique Beyrand

Our Fashion Rating 8/10

Dominique, the long-term partner of Roger Taylor, wore a full-length halter top sequin gown showing ample cleavage whilst she had her lustrous brown locks in cascading waves. A true ethnic beauty.

HOT - Veronic Tetzlaff-Deacon

Our Fashion Rating 7/10

Our magazine is a long-time admirer the wife of John Deacon. Once again she knocked it out of the park with a stunningly simple black wrap dress and fur shawl.

NOT - Y/N Y/L/N

Our Fashion Rating 3/10

We love Y/N but we didn’t like this outfit. The simple lilac slip dress was pretty but didn’t suit the ample frame of Brian May’s long-term girlfriend. We feel a longer dress would have been more suited to her bigger frame.

My heart sank. I’d often seen comments like this. It was true, that I was a bigger girl well bigger than Ronnie and Dom certainly. I had never minded but being with Brian had come with a lot of negativity. Brian didn’t care, I knew that, but the press always took the opportunity to make snide comments or hint that we were unmatched. After all, Brian was as skinny as a rail a fact they never failed to mention either. I was annoyed at them more so I was annoyed at myself for even picking it up and so as the kettle boiled I dumped it in our bin and poured several cups of tea before heading to the studio to watch the boys work.

They were fine-tuning the last bits of the song when I got in there. They had been working on it all morning and now were just rehearsing it over and over getting every part down to perfection and offering each other any alterations they thought might help. I placed a tray of cups of tea down on the small coffee table and then slid down beside Brian who was perched on the edge of the couch strumming out part of the tune whilst the others chatted. He barely registered me I think but nevertheless leaned over and placed a kiss atop of my head, like a reflex, and then went back to playing. I watched him play for a moment or two, resting my head on his shoulder before I picked up my brew and listened in on the boy’s conversation.

‘Naked girls?’ John ‘Naked girls riding bikes,’ Freddie corrected. ‘They’ll never let us do that Fred,’ Roger said leaning forward and claiming his cup of tea before he smiled at me and nodded as a thank you. ‘When do they ever let us do anything?’ Fred questioned, ‘anyway the fans will love it. Nothing like a scandal to get us to the top of the charts.’ ‘It’s a good idea,’ Brian said, ‘Fred’s right, when do we ever ask?’ ‘Oh yeah, and who are we going to get to get their kit off and ride a bike for national press.’ ‘Fans?’ Freddie suggested. ‘Count me in for the auditioning then,’ Roger laughed. ‘Oh yeah,’ John snorted, ‘I can picture some of the girls that will come forward. I’m not holding the auditions. Don’t think my eyes could take it.’ ‘Never thought about that,’ Roger chuckled. ‘What about models then?’ Brian suggested. ‘Now you’re talking,’ Roger whooped.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I chirped. All the boys turned to look at me. ‘What?’ Freddie asked. ‘What are normal girls not good enough all of a sudden?’ ‘That’s not what we said,’ John defended, ‘just that you can’t just have any old person in a video. Models will be trustworthy, vetted and we’re guaranteed to get them on the day.’ ‘And they’ll all be pretty right?’ ‘Babe,’ Brian said looking at me worriedly. ‘What?’ I snapped. ‘It’s just a video.’ ‘Of course, it is. I mean God forbid we see normal girls in the media. No, it’s got to be long-leggy gorgeous blonds and pretty models. Never mind a normal lass.’ ‘I was just an idea darling,’ Freddie said. ‘Whatever,’ I said standing. I grabbed my brew and stomped off out of the room and upstairs to our bedroom.

I don’t know why I had created such a fuss. I was just sick of it. Sick of always being seen as a joke. Boys didn’t even notice when a joke wasn’t just a joke.

Annoyed, I stripped off my clothes and stomped to the bathroom, running myself a bath. I climbed in and sunk beneath the water allowing it to wash over me masking the sting of tears that pricked my eyes as I thought about the magazine’s harsh words. I spent around half an hour there. I didn’t plan on having a bath but I figured once I was there I might as well go all out. I washed my hair, shaved, exfoliated and brushed my teeth before getting out. As I clambered out I heard movement downstairs which sounded like the boys leaving. Donning a towel I dried myself off and moisturised before slipping on a silk robe that had been gifted to Brian a while ago and heading back got the bedroom.

When I got to our bedroom I  went to my wardrobe and pulled out some pyjamas. I threw them on the chair next to the bedroom mirror as I towel-dried my hair. I intended to comb my hair and get changed but my attention was taken by my reflection.

I looked at myself, standing there plain-faced and naked. I slipped open my robe and looked at all the bits I despised. I knew I shouldn’t judge myself. I mean I thought I looked nice at that award ceremony, Brian had said I looked beautiful too. I shouldn’t care. But I did.

‘You going to tell me what’s the matter?’ came a voice from behind me and I turned to find Brian resting on the door frame looking at me quizzically ‘It’s nothing,’ I muttered wrapping the robe back around me and turning back to the mirror and grabbing a comb off the side so I could start to detangle my hair. Brian moved into the room and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my front and watching me in the reflection. ‘Are you sure? Because I’ve just witnessed a pretty snarky argument that contradicts that.’ ‘It’s just-’ I sighed and stopped brushing for a moment, ‘the way the boys talked about girls like that. It’s just not on.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘They were up for having hundreds of naked ladies provided they all look like they’ve walked straight off of a runway. It’s just not realistic.’ ‘I don’t think they were saying they have to look like-’ ‘Well, you wouldn’t want someone like me would you?’ I spat as I slipped from his arms and went to sit on the edge of the bed.

‘Why not?’ he asked me sincerely. ‘Well I’m hardly what they have in mind, am I? Short and chunky.’ ‘And gorgeous.’ ‘Yeah right, tell that to your fans and the rest of the world.’ ‘What?’ he asked confused, ‘what’s this about?’ ‘Saturday,’ I said looking at him. He looked puzzled and raised his eyebrows, gesturing for me to carry on, ‘I thought I looked really nice on Saturday and then I picked up a magazine that just slated me about how I look.’ ‘Y/N-’ ‘I know, I know you say don’t read them and whatever but out of all the group’s girlfriends, I’m the only one they don’t like. Dom and Ronnie are gorgeous and I’m just there.’ ‘They don’t know what they’re talking about. And they don’t know you. You’re extremely funny, kind, and caring. You’re so smart and thoughtful. You make me laugh without even knowing it. I love you for you. No matter what you look like.’ ‘Even with my thick hips and flabby belly,’ I chuckled. Brian moved towards the bed and pulled me up so I was standing before him. ‘Don’t do that,’ he whispered. ‘What?’ ‘Don’t say that I love you even though you’ve got bigger thighs and a belly. I don’t love you in spite of those things. I love you. End of. And I happen to think your thighs are sexy as hell.’ ‘Yeah?’ I said biting my lip as I felt Brian’s long fingers fiddle with the tie on the robe. ‘Yeah and besides. I wouldn’t want to see you get naked and ride a bike.’ ‘No?’ ‘Nope, I’d rather you get naked and ride me.’

Brian leaned forward and kissed me his hands slipping inside the robe and pulling me towards him by my waist. My hands went straight to his hair, where I loved to be, it was so soft and smooth I could run my fingers through it for days. Brian slipped my robe off of me and kissed my neck, forcing me back down onto the bed. I lay there as he hovered above peppering my body with kisses as his fingers teased my wet folds. He disappeared from above me suddenly as he went to kneel down between my legs which he grabbed and pulled up around his shoulders. I could feel his warm breath on my mound and the light pressure as he kissed his way down each thigh before reaching my centre. Gently he reached out and licked a long flat swipe causing me to shiver. His tongue gave my swollen clit small flicks before tracing his way around it as if he were spelling his name.

I writhed under him, loving the way his hands clenched around my thighs keeping me still and in place so he could continue the pleasurable torture. I played with his hair and as he sucked my swollen bud I came undone beneath him, screaming his name as my legs trembled around his ears.

He pulled back and decanted my legs off of his shoulders before climbing onto the bed beside me. My legs were like jelly but I attempted to move further up the bed so we could comfortably lie beside one another. I descended from my high slowly as Brian kissed away at my body before he lay at my side and hovered over me.

His lips were swollen and his hair was a mess. He looked beautiful. I reached up and stroked his cheek whispering a small thank you. He smiled and kissed the palm of my hand. ‘I love you y’know,’ he muttered. ‘I know,’ I said, ‘I don’t know why I ever doubt it. I love you too.’ ‘Good to know,’ he chuckled. ‘So much so that if you give me a couple of minutes to recover I’ll show you how well I can ride a bike.’ ‘Deal.’

[bowieandqueen11]

could you write a roger x reader who is a big girl? like more than chubby, cause whenever I see plus sized fics they are always just a little chubby and i cant relate :[

Sorry this took so long, hope you’re doing well beautiful! Gazing up serenely towards the scorching heat of the sun, letting its rays fall down upon the blazing blush covering the warm roundness of your cheeks, you sigh contently as you see the emerald green and white striped kite Roger’s guiding fly over your field of vision, dancing high and restlessly in the wind in sunlit silence, which you break as you start laughing at Roger being pulled through the tufts of grass by the strong breeze, his short wheat coloured hair madly blending in with the bushes of the meadow, blowing his locks up in spikes in every direction, his shouts of glee mixing with the wisps of the wind as the kite spiralled was exactly what you wanted to hear after a long week at work. Turning towards your laugh with a wide grin spreading across his face, knowing his eyes are bright with laughter even through his dim sunglasses, he winds in the reel of the kite, walking over to the plaid blanket you’re lying upon whilst you stay there, appreciating the way his light white half-unbuttoned shirt ripples with each step, allowing you full view of the slightly tanned skin of his chest. As his footsteps draw nearer, crunching the thin summer blades of grass and daisies with each step, he slowly flops down beside you, pulling himself up onto one elbow in order to appreciate the way the flowing dress you were wearing hugged your skin perfectly. His hand crawls over your thick waist slowly, teasing you, each inch of skin tingling with goosebumps as his fingers gently twirl across until he finally wraps his arm around you, snuggling his head into the bountiful curve or your neck, making use of the plentiful skin along your arms that he loves to hold so much to place hot ardent kisses on every free space he can. He snuggles up against you, loving how safe he feels in your ample, strong arms that can make him relax with just one touch, no matter how many arguments he had with Brian or how many drumkits he had tripped over in a rage; as soon as he felt the fulsome, lavish embrace that he always longed for so dearly he felt, at once, at home. He rolls you both over so he can run his hand up and down the plushness of your side, pushing the ticklish fabric of your dress up with his fingertips so he can place his palm against your plump thighs, loving the way your skin flushes in reaction to his meaningful touches. He gazes at you with such compassionate devotion as you reach up to pull the sunglasses away from his face, giggling slightly as his face turns into a silly mock frown at the loss of them, before the crinkles at the side of his eyes rise once more and he pulls you tightly against him, placing a soft kiss against the tip of your nose, before tracing a path to the side of your mouth. He pauses for a moment, and you see the rays fall down upon the slightly dazed, far away look in his crystal blue eyes, intense with understanding and desire, before he murmurs against your plump lips, ‘you’re so incredibly beautiful, you know that love? So incredibly smart, and independent, and warm and loving and it honestly aches in my heart sometimes how an angel like you could fall for a man like me.’As the burning tears well in your eyes, you savour the kiss he yields willingly to you, as the soft sun bathes your entangled bodies in a halo of light.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Comfortability

Eddie Munson x plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

I had this floating around.

Warnings: 18+ angst, fluff, slight body insecurities, talks of oral pleasure and sexual implications.

Not proof read and no word count.

🫠😮‍💨🖤🖤

You and Eddie have been best buds since he moved in to live with his uncle. He was this poorly treated kid with massive anxiety and abandonment issues no thanks to his parents. Totally unlike your own. Well that was until they up and left you the day after your 18th birthday. They had left you to fend for yourself alone in a trailer across the way from Eddie's. Their sudden departure made you fall into a funk causing you to repeat your senior year. Which was cool cuz Eddie was on his third time around.

You had a job working at Bradley's Big Buy. You worked so much to maintain a simple life. But it was a lonely one. You mostly stayed with Eddie when his uncle was at work. But when he was home Eddie would stay with you. You guys were incredibly close. To the point where it was ok if he went to piss while you were in the shower and vice versa. You guys joked around a lot and played fight. Constantly wrestling until someone tapped. Which was Eddie more often than not. Only because of your weight you were able to pin him. But not so easily. He was strong as hell for a tall lanky dude. He always left bruises on your plush thighs and arms. But it was fun.

Your relationship was entirely platonic, despite what your friends thought. And who could blame them. You and Eddie would always talk about your conquests and sexual endeavors. Somehow a majority of your conversations were in the sexual nature. But it was never directed towards each other. He was your best bud. Well until you saw him differently. You teased him a lot when it was just you and him. And he showed you no mercy either.

One day you had just gotten off work and all you wanted to do was relax. You had to stay over when your shift ended because of a stupid truck that came in late. Your boss made you and one other coworker put the massive amount of stock away. Normally you wouldn't mind it but you weren't even getting paid overtime. Which pissed you off to the core. But to top it all off was that you woke up with a heavy flow. It was so bad that it bled through your overnight pad. You had anticipated it from the cramps you had the day before. But not to this extent.

You wanted to shower but Eddie's ass was in there when you came home. He was singing at the top of his lungs to Bohemian Rhapsody. Eddie sang all the time and it never bothered you before. But today was not the day. Everything and everyone was annoying you.

You went to the bathroom to shout at him.

" Eddie for the love of God will you please shut the fuck up!"

You could hear Eddie chuckle and continue to sing. How he got even louder was fucking nuts.

" Alright, but remember you did this to yourself." You warned.

You went to the small kitchen and filled up a large cup of cold water. You went back and tossed it over the shower curtain.

" AHHH YOU BITCH!"

" I told you. Now will you please shut up?!"

Eddie pulled back the curtain showing you almost everything. He had his large hand covering his junk. It wasn't like you hadn't seen it before. But today was different. You blushed seeing his body all glistened from the water. His tattoos added to his already attractive self. Sure Eddie was cute as a button but his body was on another level. He wasn't crazy ripped or anything. But he was beautiful. Even more so today.

He jumped out of the shower and chased you out into the living room while you giggled. He grabbed you before you could get to the door. He wrapped his long arms around you rubbing his dripping wet hair all over your face. He squeezed you so hard that you couldn't move. You were yelping for him to stop but he wouldn't budge. Trying to get you as wet as possible.

" How dare you do that to me princess!"

" Eddieeee. Eww. Stop it." You begged

" No fucking way. You're gonna get it."

You knew he wouldn't stop until you were pinned and tapped out. You bit his shoulder getting a mouth full of hair too. He loosened his grip just a bit from the pain. You put one of your legs behind his pushing as hard as you could to knock him down. But it was a mistake. As he fell backwards his hold on you remained bringing you down with him. Your full weight on him suddenly has knocked his wind out.

You freaked out when you saw his face. You tried to get off of him quickly but he was still holding onto you.

" Eddie shit. You okay?"

He nodded and gave you a grin. He was trying to find air again when you tried pulling away from the second time. But it was fruitless. You didn't know what you did when you started feeling Eddie grow against your ass. How could you forget he was completely naked under you.

" Eddie. This is getting weird."

That's when he let up.

"My bad princess. It's just you're so warm and I was freezing . No thanks to you."

You sat up and straddled him for a second before grabbing his wrist and held them above his head. He looked at you confused. He thought you wanted off.

You gave him a menacing smile and moved so close to his face that he could feel your hot breath against his lips.

" Pinned ya." You smiled before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

You didn't feel his erection anymore and it kinda made you sad.

" You are such a fucking cheater!"

" Hey who said there were rules?"

You sat up again letting his wrist go. "Remember that one time you had me on my stomach with my arm behind my back?"

" uhh yeah?"

" How did you get me in that position?"

He was silent for a moment. " because you asked me to massage your lower back when you were on your Menzies."

" And you took advantage of the situation and made me tap. But did I complain? Nope."

" Well hey all's fair in love and war sweetheart"

" That's right Munson. All is fair in love and war."

You looked down at him for a second. For some odd reason his lips looked so kissable. You wanted to leave hickeys all over his neck. But you pushed those terrible feelings aside and gave him a thin lip grin and got off. You went to the room and grabbed your PJs and went for the shower. Eddie was in there still butt ass naked brushing his beautiful hair. You moved around him so that you could turn the shower back on. You did your best not to watch him get dressed.

You were being really quiet today. When you called him saying you were gonna be late tonight, you sounded defeated. Eddie went into your trailer and started to mess around with things. He started screwing the tops as tight as he could so you would struggle to open them. He unplugged your coffee maker to reset the time. He messed up your perfectly made bed and hid your favorite stuffed animal. He went to the bathroom to leave the toilet seat up but then saw your pad wrappers. He always did shit like this. He loved playing pranks on you. He liked, no loved seeing how flustered you got. How your chubby cheeks got all pink and how your cute nose would scrunch. But today wasn't a day for silly little pranks. He would hold off when it was your time of the month. Not wanting to irritate you more today. He fixed the coffee maker and loosened the lids back. After he fixed everything and put the stuffed animal back in its place, he went out to get you your favorite ice cream and picked up The Breakfast Club. (Your favorite comfort movie) He was actually very sweet to you when you let him. He has liked you for some time now and he wanted to be more than friends, but you never really showed any interest. Sure you guys played around a lot, but he chalked up to just being really good friends. He liked how silly you got. Quoting random movies all the time. How you would talk to him about anything and everything. He likes how soft and sweet your voice was. How warm you always were. Except for your feet. They were always so damn cold. You would make him sit on them all the time to warm them up. But tonight something changed for him too. The way you sat on him. The heat radiating from between your legs felt so good. For a second there he thought maybe, just maybe you might kiss him. Finally giving him what he has dreamt of for the past 4 long years. But when you were just playing, that thought went out the window. What confirmed his doubts was how you didn't look at his nakedness. He always tried to get you to see him because after all he was a guy and he wanted that sexy curvy body with all the stretch marks that made you look like some bad ass tiger. Every time you wore his favorite pretty pink dress, he wanted to be ravished by your lovely thick thighs. Burying his face in your sweet wet cunt. But at the same time he wanted to take you out and hold your hand. He wanted all your warm snuggles and all your kisses. He wanted to hold you and take care of you all the time. So that's what he was gonna do. Take care of you. Tonight and always if you let him.

Once the shower was heated to your liking you took off your shirt and bra. You looked back at Eddie and he was buttoning up his pants and pulling on his shirt. For some odd reason you got embarrassed by your body. You didn't normally care about it. You were actually pretty confident when it came to that. But with Eddie today it was something you wanted to hide. Like he's never seen you half naked before. It still was awkward for you. You grabbed your towel and wrapped yourself up sitting on the toilet seat, slowly taking off your shoes to kill time.

" Hey you want some dinner?"

You looked at your friend, smiled and nodded.

" Cool, so....Za?"

" Yes please."

" Anything for you princess."

You blushed at his pet name for you. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and headed out. Once you heard the door closed you got up and locked the bathroom door. You washed up quickly and put on the most comfy pajamas you owned. A long sleeved button up grey top with black polka dots with matching bottoms with fuzzy red socks. You dried and brushed your hair and put it in a high bun. You added some strawberry chapstick because your lips were starting to crack. After you grabbed a large blanket off your bed and a pillow for Eddie. He usually slept on the pull out couch when he stayed over. So you got the bed ready for him like you always did. You popped in the movie and waited for him to come back.

The night filled with laughter and random dad jokes you guys went to bed. You laid there thinking about what the sudden want for Eddie was all about for hours. Playing little scenarios in your head. You thought what it would be like to hold his hand and go out on actual dates until you fell asleep. Little did you know Eddie was thinking about the same things with one exception. He jerked himself off to the thought of your ass pressing against his cock.

...

The next few months things seem to go back to normal. Your feelings though were not. Every moment you spent with Eddie you were falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

It was Saturday night and Eddie had just gotten back late from performing at the Hideout. You would have liked to have seen him in his element but you picked up extra shifts to get Eddie a gift for his birthday coming up later next week.

You were in his kitchen making some spaghetti and garlic bread when he came home.

" Ohhhhhh yeah. That smells so good? Did you put cheese on the bread princess?"

" Duh loser. How else do I make it?"

He gave you a cheeky grin before going to his room to put up his guitar. He was taking out his amps from his van and putting them away. His arm muscles flexing in his tight plain black shirt. Making you feel a heat rush between your legs. You shook off the stupid feeling and finished making up plates. Once he was done he sat at the small kitchen table already digging in before you got to sit down. You grabbed him a beer and a pop for yourself. You had made a small salad to have with your meal. Not because you want to "eat" healthy but you liked it. Eddie however refused to eat anything green. Even though you made him one too. He never touched it.

The moans he was making from enjoying the food made you happy. And when he became a little too rowdy you shook your head

" Damn Eddie it's just spaghetti."

" So...it's so good. I love when you stay the night. You always make something good."

" Why thank you good sir. I also made your favorite dessert."

His eyes shot up from his plate. Mouth over stuffed with a mixture of bread and noodles. He had sauce all over the corners of his mouth and on his chin. He tilted his head back a bit and talked through the side of his mouth to not spit out anything.

" Cherry pie?"

" Including the vanilla ice cream."

" Oh God!" He chewed vigorously and swallowed quickly. " How did I get so lucky to have a girl like you in my life?"

" First off. Woman . Secondly, I don't know. You're just lucky I guess." You got up to get him another beer. You didn't want him to get drunk. (Like 2 beers would actually do that.) But you know he gets kinda hands when he's had a couple. Maybe it was wrong to do that but you just wanted to be close to him. To feel his rough hands caressing your arms as you leaned up against him watching TV or listening to him read short stories by H.P Lovecraft. The Call of Cthulhu was one of your favorites.

When you came back his plate was empty.

" Damn little man. You sure can put it away."

Eddie scoffed at the word little. " Nothing little about me princess. You should know that."

You grabbed his plate and gave him seconds finishing off the pot.

"Oh please. I've seen bigger." You lied.

Eddie shit was the shit. Biggest you've ever seen on a lanky guy. Tall and thin. Just how you liked them. They could get into places the teddy bear guys just couldn't reach. Those types of guys were hot too though. But something about small waist guys just got you. Chance and Andy being a pretty good fit. You guys fucked on the down low sometimes. Them not wanting to be seen with a big girl due to the fact of their reputation. But something about the way your big ass smacking against their balls drove them nuts. Eddie of course knew about them and would always eye them at school giving them a smirk letting them know he knew.

He would never hide you like they did. He would make sure everyone knew you were his girl. He would smack your ass any and everywhere. He would happily dry hump you anywhere if you let him. But all that was just his fantasies. He couldn't have you in all the ways he dreamt.

After you and Eddie were finished, you and him washed the dishes together. He gave you a side kick on your bum making you jump and splash dishwater on your top. You cupped a handful of water and tossed it, just barely getting him.

" Oh I see you want to go princess?" He got in a tackling stance.

" Oh do I want to go?" You toyed. Turning around to face him "Are you sure you want to lose...again?"

"Hey.." he stood up straight. "I won the last one."

" Like hell you did. Did you tap or not?" You said crossing your arms across your chest.

" That wasn't a tap. That was me smacking your ass to get a leg up. Not my fault you stopped." He held his hands out palms towards you with his head tilted.

" Oh fuck you! I know it was a tap. I still have bruises on my ass from your damn rings. You only hit me that hard when you tap out."

" Alright let's go! Right now! Get your ass in the living room."

You chuckle turning your back to him to finish the dishes. " No I think I'll keep my title for tonight. Besides I want to hear how your night went. You were out a bit longer than usual."

"Pussy." Eddie clicked his tongue and returned to help you. "Well so I met this girl."

" Ohhh..and?"

" Oh yeah...she was good."

" Just good huh?" You said not knowing you had a frown on your face.

" Well I mean she was pretty good at giving a decent blow job."

" Is that right? Did you return the favor?" You said finishing the last dish.

" Yeah but for some reason she took forever to cum."

You laughed as you dried your hands and went to his room to grab the biggest shit he owned to replace the one that was wet.

As you unbuttoned your shirt revealing your bare chest Eddie's eyes widen. Your perfect breast jiggled as you pulled off your top. Your nipples were hard at the sudden coldness that hit them. When his shirt fell over them he was sad.

" What's so funny chuckles?"

You moved past him pushing him slightly to go to his pull out.

Eddie came to help you get the bed ready. He moved the small coffee table to give you room.

" Are you sure you did it right? With lips like yours I thought you would be good at something like that."

" HEY WHAT? I AM GOOD AT THAT."

You didn't look at him but raised your eyebrows.

" Seriously I am!"

You stood silent because his reaction was too good to say anything.

" Ahhh fuck you! I am good."

"Right? Sounds to me that you are trying to convince yourself that you are."

" No! I am good! I'm the best there is princess."

" Sure." You sat down on the made up bed and Eddie hit you in the face with a pillow.

" Alright Edward. Calm down. You're the best." You said sarcastically.

He jumped on the bed next to you touching shoulders.

" What? You want me to prove it to you?"

" Please. I wouldn't let you touch me with a 10 foot pole."

" Why? You scared? ...or did one of the plethora of guys make you his already?"

"What? Noo. They are just for a good time. Not worthy of all of this." You said stroking your tummy and thighs.

" Really? Then who's worthy of such a treat."

You

" I don't know. Haven't found one yet."

Eddie was now extremely curious. He sat to face you.

" Common you're telling me Andy or Chance never wanted you as a girlfriend?"

" Why would they? I stopped sleeping with them weeks ago."

He scoffed. " What do you mean? You're a knock out. Who wouldn't want to be yours? And you stopped. Why?"

Because of you.

You just shrugged.

I want to be yours. Eddie thought.

" So tell me princess. What does a guy have to do to make you his and only his?"

The question made you nervous. Your face felt hot and your thighs clenched. How could you tell your best friend that everything he does makes you his.

" Well for starters the guy has to be good at going down on me." Your joke hit a nerve with Eddie.

He narrowed his eyes at you. "I'm gonna kick your ass."

You giggled. " Well I'm just saying. It has to be mind blowing."

" Then tell me. What's mind blowing? How do you like it?"

Ahh fuck. You felt your heart being to race and your breath became shallow.

" I'm not gonna tell you."

" And why not?"

" Because if you're bad at it. I don't want you to get better. Where's the fun in that?"

"I AM NOT BAD AT IT Y/N!"

" Whatever you say."

" Alright you listen here. This is what I do."

Oh shit no.

"So.l, I start off by kissing my way down your body right. Biting softly along your neck. Of course you're already naked so I tease you a bit with my fingers getting you nice and wet. I'll circle my tongue around your nipples, biting it gently before putting it in my mouth to soothe you. Flicking my tongue so that you get that tingling feeling in your mouth. Then I will leave a line of kisses down to your clit. Giving you one long slow lick from your hole up to your clit. By then you should be soaked. Easy for me to slide 2 of my fingers in. I'll pump you so hard and deep that I'll hit the sweet spot every fucking time while I lick up your wetness. I'll go knuckle deep that you will feel my cold rings. And when you cum and you will. You will cum on my tongue. And I will lick every last drop."

Eddie could see how flustered you were. How you wouldn't make eye contact with him. How your luscious thighs squeezed together. He knew all too well what his words were doing to you. And that made him excited. His jeans were getting tight as he got a boner. He wanted to do all that to you. And from the looks of it, you wanted it too.

" Ehh that's not too bad. Definitely room for potential." You teased.

" Really? What can I do to make it better?" He asked with a shit eating grin.

" Be just a bit rougher."

He jerked back a bit. "Rougher? Oh my princess likes it rough huh?"

Fuck fuck fuck. Stop!

You could feel your slick ruining you panties. So you did the only thing you could think of. You tried to kick him away.

"Stop it Eddie! You don't need to know such things."

He caught your leg in mid air and pulled you down tickling you like crazy.

" Oh what now you're shy?"

You squirmed under him laughing. Pleading for him to stop. That's when you got the upper hand by pulling his hair. He moaned at the tug. You pulled him up a bit and moved so that you were on his lap. His hands rested on your thighs while one hand was still in his hair and your forearm was across his chest. You yanked a bit hard and he bit his lip.

" Tap."

He didn't want to. He was having too much fun now.

" Tap Eddie or."

" Or what?"

You just started into his chocolate button eyes and your grip on him loosened. You felt his thumb caressing your thigh. He moved one hand to grab your wrist off of his chest. Once it was on the side of his head he grabbed the back of your neck pulling you harshly into a kiss. His lips were soft and moist. He made it hard not to kiss him back. But you did. You sat up letting go of his hair.

" I'm sorry I should have-"

You cut him off by pulling him up by his shirt to meet your lips again. Tongues and teeth clash from such a need for each other. His hands were now on your ass. You started to grind against his bulge wanting so badly to have him in you. You moaned into his mouth when he smacked your ass softly. He was still so gentle that you actually liked it. One of his hands moved to massage your breast under his shirt. He was so happy that you weren't wearing a bra. He twisted your nipple just a bit to give you goosebumps. Your fingers found his curls again and he smiled. He didn't know how much you loved his hair.

But after a few minutes you stopped moving and stopped kissing him. You pulled away with a sad look on your face.

" What's the matter princess? Don't you want me?"

You were trying to catch your breath and think clearly. Yes you wanted him. But you wanted all of him. Not just the sex part. You tried to find the right words to say in order to not completely ruin the beautiful moment you just had. However you were taking too long to answer.

Eddie cupped your face and made you look at him.

" What's wrong?"

" Eddie." Your eyes started to water and a lump started to build in your throat.

" Oh baby don't cry." He said in his sweetest voice. While he wiped away a tear that escaped. " I'm sorry we shouldn't have done that."

You shook your head a little bit. "No Eddie it's not that I don't want to. I do. It's just...it's not all I want."

Eddie looked back and forth between your eyes wanting to cry himself.

" Me too."

Your brows furrowed in response.

" I've wanted to be yours for a while now princess."

" You have?" Your voice barely above a whisper.

" Yes baby. I want us to be together. I want you to be my mime. And I want to be yours too."

"Eddie...I haven't been with anyone since I started having feelings for you."

Eddie was surprised. " When was this?"

You hesitate to answer but did so after a moment.

" A few months ago. When I threw water on you." You said while rolling off of him. Leaning against the back of the couch.

"What did I do that made you change how you felt about me?"

You started to pick at your nails and Eddie sat so close to you that your sides were touching.

"Honestly...it wasn't anything in particular. It was just you being you. I don't know why I hadn't seen it before. It was just like this switch you know. I realized that when we do the things we do I want us to hold hands and cuddle. We've always been so comfortable with each other so everything we did felt good. It never felt awkward. But now it's like I want more with you. I want us to go out on dates and kiss until we can't breathe. I want you to sleep in my bed and spoon me. I want to do everything we normally do, but be able to call you my boyfriend. Not just a guy who's a friend."

Eddie sat there dumbfounded. You wanted him too. How could he not be with you after this. That's all he ever wanted since he figured out what he actually wanted in a girl. He never had a girlfriend before. It was always just hook ups for him. And though it was fun he wanted more too.

You had laid down looking up to the ceiling. He mimicked your actions but pulled you to his chest.

" I'm sorry Eddie. I don't want to ruin anything between us. Because I love what we have."

" I love you."

You sat up and looked at him.

"You-you love me?"

He touched your cheek with the back of his hand.

"Princess you're the only girl that has my heart. I want to be with you too."

" No tricks this time?"

" No tricks. I love you y/n. So much. Be with me."

You looked down at his chest with new but happy tears in your eyes. You took a satisfying breath of air.

" Okay."

He lifted your chin to kiss you again. But you stopped him before he could.

" Now that I can think clearly. Dude, go brush your teeth. I don't want to taste someone else on you."

He chuckled. " Only if you stop seeing anyone else."

" Eddie you're the only person I want to see. It was you months ago. It's you now and it's going to be you as long as you will have me."

" Yeah?"

"Yes. But same for you though until you get bored of me."

" Well duh princess. I would never get bored of you or lose feelings for you, just to find someone better. My mind is already settled. We are not leaving each other. What I want is you and only you. To me y/n there is no one better. No one can take my craziness like you can. I know people in this town make it hard for people to be my friend. But you never ever let that bother you. That's how I know you truly care about me. You are one of the very few people who accept me for who I am and I love you more for that. Baby you are so perfect that I want you forever."

" Will you still want me even if we do t have sex tonight?"

He laughed. "Hmm I don't know." He joked

You smacked his arm.

" Yes baby. It's not just that I want. I want this and this too." He said kissing your forehead and placed his hand over your heart. " Always."

...

@salenorona23

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Quarantine fun times and tickles; Joe Mazzello x reader

*Author’s note*

As many of us in the BoRhap fandom know from Joe’s recent video, I couldn’t help but make a fanfic inspired from that video that just makes me smile from ear to ear. In light of these dark times, esp. when states or countries are officially going on FULL lockdown isolation. But I hope in light of the events going on in the world, this fic gives you guys some fluffy feels. Just side note I DO NOT OWN any of the shows mentioned here, they belong to their owners and stations.

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With this whole Corona quarantine putting everyone in isolation, I was thankful that my boyfriend of over 3 years Joe Mazzello was home again.  He was doing some film with my favorite childhood actress Ashley Tisdale (of course he wouldn’t tell me the name of the project, just something having to do with ducks and them up in a farm).  But now the project has been put on hold and now Joe and I were stuck at home just doing whatever.

I was currently sitting down in the living room watching the Ridiculousness weekend marathon that MTV is doing every weekend in order to keep everyone inside.  The show was one of my guilty pleasures cause it’s the only show on MTV I watch.  

Yeah they do some of the gross stuff like puking or farts, but they also do some really funny, epic or cute videos (and those are what I love).

I just saw a video of a man trying to leap up on a trashcan and he managed to successfully jump up on top of it and not fall through.  But when his friend tried to do the same trick, his feet went right through the lid and he as well as the trashcan fell over and he slammed his back right on the concrete.

“Ohh! Ow! He is not Elf material.”

“Too much weight.” Both Steelo and Channel said and I nodded in agreement.  

“Definitely too much weight. That guy was definitely not Elf material. Too much force on his knees when he did the jump.” It was then I heard the muffled shouts of my boyfriend coming up from our room.  “Oh dear, he’s at it again.”

I forced myself off the couch and walked up the stairs and as I got closer to the bedroom, I heard Joe’s voice proclaimed.

“CAN’T TELL THE DIFFERENCE CAN YAH?! I’ll just wear this to auditions. Perfect. THANKS FOR NOTHING!!!” I opened the door and I said.

“Have you finally cracked under the pressure of quarantine again Joey?”

“Baby no I’m making a Youtube video for my channel.” He answered.

“Oh shit I’m sorry.”

“Hey no swearing missy! This is a family show! Folks I’d like to introduce you to someone you know, my lovely lady (y/n). Yeah everybody there’s my gorgeous girl right there.” He turned his camera right at me and I shyly ducked my face into my hands and gave the camera a wave.

“Please tell me you aren’t live streaming right now.”

“Nah I’m just gonna upload it later on.” He set the camera back down and I sat down on the bed and said.

“What’s got you to upset this time? I could hear you screaming from downstairs.”

“Not intentionally mad. Just—tell me and be honest. Do I really look like this stuffed animal broccoli thing?” he held up the bigger sized stuffed broccoli with the smiley face. “Cause a fan said this reminds them of me in Bohemian Rhapsody. And I thought the whole purpose of being a stan was to be nice to them. This qualifies as unattractive.”

He held it up to his face so that I could see if there was a resemblance between the two.  I put on my thinking face and stroked my imaginary beard before I deducted.

“Wow…..they’re right I can hardly tell the difference.”

“R-Really? You too? My god you—see even my own girlfriend turned against me! THANK YOU!!” he cried out.  I shook my head at my silly man before he deeply exhaled and said. “You know what, you deserve a broccoli punch.”

“Oh no!”

“Oh yeah.” He said with a quick nod and had an evil look on his face.

“Joe I love you but I swear to god if you do this there will be no more texting Ben in the group chats for a month.”

“I normally would act all dramatic and plead and beg for you not to do that. But I feel too betrayed to succumb to that.” He grabbed the bigger sized broccoli and I quickly raced out of the room.

But Joe quickly intercepted me and threw me over his shoulder.  I shrieked and repeatedly punched his back.

“Joseph Francis Mazzello III you put me down this minute! Put me down or you will suffer the consequences!” he flipped me over onto the bed and got on top of me.  He grabbed both my wrists and held them up over my head before changing his grip from both hands to just one holding my wrists together.

Then with no warning or even a chance to have me take back my statement, Joe went ahead and gave me one of his infamous ‘broccoli punches’.

“Joe! JOE WAHAHAHAHIHEHEHT! NOOO!!!”

“Nope you must suffer a broccoli punch. Each accounting for your age.”

“WHAT!? YOU’LL DO THIS ALL DAY THEN!!! YOU COUNT SLOW!!!”

“Oh-ho another insult? Well then I’d say we double them then.”

“NOOOOO!! OKAY! OKAY! OKAY I’M SORRY! UNCLE! UNCLE!” He stopped and his face hovered over mine.

“You gonna surrender?”

“Yes.”

“And you take back what you said about me looking like that gross vegetable?”

“Can I just say one thing?”

“If it’s negative, you’re gonna get raspberries on your tummy for five straight minutes. No stopping.” I cupped his face and said.

“The only thing that’s similar between you guys, besides the top head of it when you had the floofy wig, is that both of you have this wide, dazzling, adorable smile.” He looked down at me with an unreadable expression.

But then a split second later, he leaned down and captured my lips with his.  I stroked his scruffy cheek and kissed him back with a little more passion.  I softly moaned as I moved my hand through his messy auburn hair.  His kisses then moved up and down the right side of my neck, getting around my sweet spot (cause I’m more sensitive on the right side of my neck than my left. And Joe LOVES to exploit that).

I felt his hand go under my shirt slowly sliding up as he continued to kiss up and down my neck.  I exhaled a moan and that’s when my attention was sent right to the camera that was still recording.

“Wait. Wait Joe, Joey, Joey!” I said snapping out of it trying to get him off of me.

“What?” he groaned impatiently.

“The camera’s still recording.” I said to him. He turned towards it and made one of those goofy surprise noises he sometimes makes as he quickly raced over towards it and shut it off.  I giggled in embarrassment. “Oh thank god you were not live streaming.”

“Yeah. But on one hand we could relive that moment forever and ever.”

“And on another note, you and I would be jobless.” I sassed him back.

“Good point. Plus I don’t want any perverts looking at your body. The only one allowed to do that is me.” I chuckled and rolled my eyes as him as I threw the smaller broccoli stuffy at him. “Rude much babe!”

“Then stop saying silly stuff!” I said.  “Other than that, let me see what else the fans have given you.”

“Oh well I know how much you like Russian nesting dolls, so I got this custom made Bohemian Rhapsody nesting doll.” He then showed me what a fan had made him.

“Oh my god.” We sat there on the bed and I held it in my hands. “Of course Rami being the main display, let’s see whose next.” I opened it up and there was Gwilym in his Oscar’s suit.

“You got your Gwilym, my buddy.”

“Yep one of your lovers.” I teased.

“Hey, you know you’re my number 1.”

“Really? I thought that was Ben Cardy.”

“Well—” I shoved his shoulder. “I’m kidding! It’s you. It’s always been you, it’s always gonna be you.” I smiled at him before turning back to the nesting doll.  Next was Ben in his Oscar white suit, wearing his shades and his lips pursed in that “Ooo” fashion.  “And finally you have…..” I opened it up and the smallest doll was my baby Joey.

“You. The heart and soul of the movie.”

“Yep. Me. Inside—of Ben.”

“Ugh gross Joe!” I groaned out.

“Pervert. You’re just as bad as them!” he gestured to the camera.

“You seriously need to think before you speak Joey. Cause I swear…..GAHHH NO NOT AGAIN!!!” he tackled me to the bed and proceeded to tickle my stomach once again.  He even gave the right side of my neck raspberries and ticklish nips.

“Take it back. Take it back.” He ordered me.

“I TAKE IT BACK!! I TAKE IT BAHAHAHACK!!” I proclaimed which made him stop and look down at me. “Why do you always have to tickle me in order to get me to agree with you?”

“Cause it’s fun.” He shrugged nonchalantly.  “And it makes your cuteness factor go way up.” He said as he rose his arm up over his head to show me just how much my cuteness factor is.

“You’re a dork.”

“But I’m your dork. Whom you love and treasure and will never upset because he knows your weakness.” He said as he nuzzled his nose into my neck and squeezed my sides which made me shriek and him chuckle evilly.

“Please Joey no more tickling.” I whined as I pouted up at him.

“Okay no more for today.” He pecked my lips before playfully booped my nose.  We smiled at each other as his nose would gently brush up against mine. “So what shall we do today?”

“You not gonna finish your video for your fan gifts?”

“I’ll finish it later. Besides I’ll need to cut out that brief PG-13 make out session.”

“Yes please do.”

“So since I heard you laughing and groaning downstairs that could only mean you were watching the Ridiculousness marathon. May I join you?”

“You may good sir. Then afterwards we can catch you up on the Marvel movies.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. I gotta get you on Team Cap before you watch Civil War.”

“Sorry babe, I’m Team Ironman all the way. And I haven’t even watched all of them or in order.”

“Traitor why though!?” I whined.

“Can’t go wrong with RDJ, he’s a legend. How can you turn your back on him? Rami did a freakin movie with him just this year!”

“Yeah but Steve made some good points in the film that you’ll understand. I will convert you to Team Cap by the end.”

“Yeah right.” We got up from the bed as the two of us continued to bicker about who was better Cap or Ironman as we went downstairs and a new episode of Ridiculousness was starting up.

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Mini-Us // JFM

Pairing: Joseph Mazzello x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.3K Style: One-Shot Warnings: Pure unadulterated fluff, swearing Summary: Y/N and Joe are ready for the “Bohemian Rhapsody” premiere in every way but one – Y/N has no idea what to wear to such an important event in Joe’s life, and Joe has no idea until the morning of. Thankfully, John and Veronica (Tetzlaff) Deacon are there to rescue the situation. Permanent Author’s Note: To clarify, I write because I get bored. Nothing is meant to be professional in any way, nor is meant to offend, cause anxiety, cause anger, cause sadness, or promote disagreement among readers in any sort of (semi)permanent way. A/N: In case this isn’t obvious, these stories are completely fiction, so please, PLEASE take it with a grain of salt that I am saying Deaky was involved with the “Bohemian Rhapsody” shoot. For the sake of this little blurb, I would like to imagine our dude and his wife-dude were involved, at least at the premiere. It should also go without saying that we as Queen/Deaky fans completely respect his choice to stay in retirement and remain a legend. Also, me posting two days in a row is not going to become normal so haha sorry enjoy anyway!

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All the nerves buzzing around the room were infectious and electric – everyone’s adrenaline was sky-high knowing that the world would soon be able to appreciate all the hard work the boys, the producers, the crew, and Queen themselves put in to make this project a reality. The amount of detail and fist-pump-worthy music that was crammed into the two-hour film was enough to keep even a child with the world-record for the shortest attention span focused and entertained. It was a crowning-achievement for all involved, and no one could change their minds on that, including critics. Everyone had gathered in the lobby of the hotel the morning of the premiere to have the events of the day spelled out to them, that way things went as smoothly as possible. Everyone was with their plus-one’s, talking excitedly about the night’s events. Small talk being made here and there by crew and cast members who did not really know each other well, but enthusiastic nonetheless. At one point, Lucy made her way over to you and started excitedly babbling about her gown for the evening, and you smiled and complemented her choices whenever she took a breather and you had a moment to respond. Once she finished talking, she asked you to do what she just did – and all you could respond with was an averted gaze and flushed cheeks. At first, Lucy initially took that to mean that you were wearing something scandalous and that would make Joe react the same way you just did, with a little less aversion and a little bit more gawking. However, the polar opposite was true. When you spoke your truth, she entered full on crisis-mode, which made everyone spin around to listen in to your conversation.

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“What do you mean, you FORGOT?” She was not screaming at you because she was mad at you, she just genuinely could not comprehend the fact that you forgot an outfit to wear to the premiere.

“H-honestly, I really don’t know. I was packing stuff for myself and Joey and I even had a list, but I guess that never made it on the list. This is so unlike me! I mean, I even picked out a special pantsuit with dinosaurs all over it for the Jurassic World premiere, and Joey wasn’t even in that! Ugh, you can’t even understand how frustrated I am with myself right now!”

It was at this point that the whole aggregation of people who were in the lobby, including those that had nothing to do with the premiere, turned to look at the two jabbering ladies. The main cast and crew noticed there was some tension in the way words were said and the way bodies were standing, so they made their way over. Joe, breaking the silence from the peanut gallery, said “Everything alright, girls?”

“Yeah, Joey, we’re just-”

“NO! Things are NOT fine, Y/N, don’t lie to him!”

At this point everyone was looking at you guys like you were speaking a foreign language because you both were exclaiming something is wrong, but would not elaborate on what said thing was. Eventually the glare Lucy kept giving you, along with purely concerned faces from Joe, Rami, Ben, Gwil, Allen, Brian, Roger, John, and their wives, forced you to break your silence and explain just what was going on. “Well, you see, in-in my haste to get here in time for the premiere with everything Joe and I needed for the weekend, it somehow slipped my mind to pack a gown, or any kind of professional outfit for that matter, for-for the premiere tonight. I did bring some stilettos, but unless leggings and a cropped tee shirt are acceptable, I’m kind of shit out of luck. Y-yeah…” To your surprise, Lucy was the only one who was not calm. The boys of the cast and the band seemed pretty neutral about the whole thing, and the plus-one’s among the bunch did not seem to take any real interest in your problem at all. The only one who actually seemed to want to help you in some way was Veronica Deacon, the wife of the man Joey portrayed. She listened carefully to your explanation, sauntered over to John, and asked him a question with some seriously convincing puppy-dog eyes. John’s reaction was simply a smile that brought out the crinkles by the corners of his eyes, which preceded a small squeal from Veronica who then made her way over to you. At this point you were sitting with Joe, Lucy leaving a few minutes prior to latch onto Rami’s arm, on one of the lobby couches going over the options you had about squeezing in a shopping trip in between the other stuff you needed to get done today. You both her the clicking of her small, dark green heels, and looked up.

“Hi, darling. I couldn’t help but overhear what you were talking, er, rather enthusiastically discussing with Lucy. Have you figured out a solution yet?”

You sigh, eliciting an upper-arm rub from Joe. “No, I haven’t, and honestly I don’t know how I’m gonna fix this. I’m not a forgetful person, if anything, I over-prepare for everything. And I am not missing this premiere.”

“And you aren’t going to miss it, dear. I just spoke with my John and I think I have a solution for you. And I promise, I will not be offended if you decline.”

“I truly have no reason to decline, Mrs. Deacon, not after everything you and John have done for Joey and myself these past months. Whatever you want to suggest, I am all ears.”

“Alright, but there is one condition – Joseph; I would need you to stay here and be okay with letting Y/N ride with me to the premiere, and I’ll send John with you.”

Joe simply looked at you adoringly, yet with a tinge of melancholy, gave you a small peck on the lips and said “She’s all yours as long as I get to walk the red carpet with my best gal.”

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The beginning of the day went off without a hitch on everyone’s end. Each pair or group of people ran their errands, stopped for bites to eat, and made their way back to the hotel around 2:30pm to get ready for the premiere. Veronica was sat patiently in the lobby, chatting with John about various things, such as their children and something to do with money, and waited to see you and Joe pop back through the front doors of the hotel. Within seconds of your figures gracing through the doorway, Veronica grabbed John and explained the circumstances of what was about to happen, and then quickly ushered you back up to their room, John and Joe falling behind but eventually catching up with you. Once in front of the Deacon’s door, Veronica ran inside, grabbed everything John needed, and practically threw it out in the hallway. Joe’s face was the definition of deer-in-the-headlights, which got even worse when John simply started walking away asking Joe to take him to yours and Joe’s room. Veronica ushered you inside her room before you could ask any questions, dragged you over to the large bed her and John were sharing, pushed you to sit down and grabbed your wrists excitedly.

“So! My plan!”

“Honestly, Mrs. Deacon, you were starting to scare me a little bit. I think Joe is also pretty mortified right now,” ending your sentence with a lighthearted laugh.

“I sincerely hope you know that wasn’t or isn’t my intention, sweetheart. I just got so excited when John agreed to my idea for you that it kept bubbling up like a fizzy drink! Oh, also sweetie, please call me Ronnie. There is no need for formalities at this point.”

You continued to sit in front of Veronica, genuinely confused as to what was currently going on, but enjoying every second spent with her. You could see why John considered her his best friend.

“Since you’ve been on set quite a bit, I am sure you were aware that anything the boys had that fit the ones portraying them were loaned over for the duration of the film, so at least some of the costumes were accurate, right?” You nodded, but not following where she was going with this train of thought.

“Well, when the writers addressed that bit to them, they also turned to the wives and said that there would be a couple girls for two or three scenes that would be portraying us! Imagine that! So, they asked us if we could do the same! You know, bring some of the clothes we wore back in the late seventies, early eighties to see if they would fit those girls!”

You continued to nod, starting to get an inkling of an idea of where she was headed with her words.

“I actually still have those clothes with me! I didn’t keep a lot of them, my body changing after having six kids, as you can imagine. Which I am not complaining about! My children are my greatest accomplishment! But it’s common knowledge that the body changes with age and extreme conditions, and I would say bearing children is one of said conditions, wouldn’t you agree? Any who, I am going on a severe tangent, dear. My point is that you are a similar size to what I was back in those days, and I cannot help but wonder if something that I have would be worthy of trying on! I know that some of the patterns are a bit, how would you say, dated? But I have a couple things that are solid that just might do the trick. Would you like to see for yourself?

By the time she was finished explaining her idea, there were tears of gratitude spilling out of your eyes that you simply could not control. Now it was Veronica’s turn to be scared of you because she genuinely thought she said something that made you this upset. All you could do before words would form was grab her hands and hold them to your chest so she could feel the rapid beating of your heart. Eventually, the words you wanted to say braved the world, and you were able to choke out a thank you.

“I ser-seriously don’t think you *hic* understand h-how much this means to me, Mrs.- Mrs. Deacon. Ronnie. Wh-whatever. I was already eternally in your debt f-for everything else, but now it’s e-eternity plus one.”

The laugh of relief that escaped her throat at your words was enough to make you laugh just as hard, and at that point the plan had gone into full effect. Her room became a walk-in closet itself, and all that was left to do was find something that fit, text John to bring your heels up so Joe would not see you in advance. You glanced down at your hands, which had been trembling slightly ever since Veronica let them go, and immediately calmed down at the sight of your perfect-for-you engagement ring. This plan of Veronica’s was actually really good preparation for the wedding that would be in one year’s time.

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It was 4:30, and it was time for everyone to get in their respective cars to head over to the premiere. Joe and John were forced to head out before Y/N and Veronica so they would not see you in advance of stepping onto the carpet, which worked smoothly. Eventually the cars all made their way to the venue, and everyone had made it to the premiere except for you, Veronica, Lucy, and Rami. John noticed your car pull up in front of the start of the carpet and tugged Joe’s sleeve to get his attention focused on the most important thing. The car came to a gentle stop, the driver hopped out, came around, and opened your door. Joe held his breath because he had no idea what was happening, and he was honestly slightly worried that something was wrong. But all that worry went away when he saw you stiletto-clad foot plant onto the carpet, a stark black against a bright red carpet. He was able to take in each element of your presence slowly and meticulously as you stepped out of the car, seemingly in slow motion. First, he noticed your shoes, which he had seen before, but for some reason looked different with all the anticipation. They were three-inch stilettos that had crisscrossed laces from the start of your toes, up the top of your foot, coming to a stop as a thicker band at the start of your ankle. The bottom of the shoe was no more than half an inch thick, which made him wonder just how the hell you walked in those without falling flat on your face. Then he noticed the finite amount of jewelry you were wearing. Nothing overly fancy, just the emerald-leaf promise ring on your right-ring finger, your engagement ring on your left-ring finger, and the gold-diamond tennis bracelet that hung semi-loosely on your left wrist he had bought you for your anniversary gift to go with the engagement. No other jewelry, and he could not help but think that it was just the right amount for you, considering you did not consider yourself a flashy person. Before he looked at your dress, his eyes made their way to your head, where he noticed your signature lack of makeup – again, not a flashy person, and your hairdo. A simple far-reaching side part, with the lesser volume side tucked behind your ear, and the more voluminous side bouncing gently with each step you took, your natural Y/H/C shining in the afternoon sun. Finally, he looked at the dress you were wearing, finally realizing what Veronica’s plan was all along. By today’s standards, the dress was not “in,” but boy, did you make it work. It was a full-length, thin, flowy light-blue denim dress that stopped right at the top of your feet, which he had to admit he had never seen before. There were no slits on either side, which was different from the normal gowns you wore to events. The dress hugged your curves just to the point where you could tell where Veronica was smaller than you, but not by much. Hip accentuated somewhat, but nothing provocative, the same happening at your waist, and the top laying just right on you. The dress was completely off the shoulder, top of the dress coming all the way down to the halfway point of your upper arms, hugging you just enough to stay in place but not be squeezing your arm enough to leave pesky lines. The simple denim was accentuated by a snow-white border of lace across the top all the way around, with the same pattern around the entire bottom of the skirt, as well as complimenting the ends of the flowy sleeves that went right past your elbows. It was… simply stunning. Gracefully you made you way over to Joe, who had not said anything to anyone since your car arrived, including you. You knew it should not have made you concerned, but it did. Especially considering you were now on your own, as Veronica had sauntered to John, peppering him with kisses after not having seen him all day and asking him if she did a good job. He seemed to think so, as he was staring at you both with a look that Veronica could not pin point. Once you were planted in front of Joe, nervously awaiting his response, you started to panic, thinking he thought you looked terrible. In an effort to get him to say SOMETHING, you spun around on your heels, prompting the skirt of Veronica’s dress to spin lightly in their air, revealing your bare legs underneath. After Joe had still not said a word and was still gawking at you, you finally broke your silence with a question.

“Are you not happy with how I look? I actually thought this dress was beautiful and was so excited that it fit and matched the heels. I’m really sorry you don’t like it, Joey. I didn’t want to ruin your night.”

“…are you actually being serious with what you just said?”

“I mean, you aren’t saying anything, so I thought maybe you-you hated this…”

“Y/N, I truly do not think I have ever seen you wear a dress that matched you as well as it does and looked as miraculously stunning as it does. I mean, you always look good in everything that you wear, and you know that I prefer you when you’re as comfortable as you want to be. But, like, I-I’m honestly stunned. You look absolutely ravishing, babe, I- wow. I feel like I’m drooling, am I drooling?”

Joe always knew how to make you a giggling mess, but you appreciated his comments nonetheless. You gave him a swift and passionate kiss that ended with you both grinning ear to ear on each other’s lips. You then wrapped your arms loosely around his waist, and his around yours, his head resting on yours, peppering kisses to your hair while you turned and mouthed a “thank you, Ronnie” in hers and John’s general direction. They both simply smiled and you could not help but notice that Veronica has some of the same eye crinkles that John has, and it made your heart flutter. Joe eventually pulled you away to hold your hand and escort you over to the carpet where the rest of the main cast was about to make their grand entrance, and Joe did not want you to leave his side the whole walk. The members of Queen and their wives followed suit behind them. Throughout the walk on the carpet, you kept your mind occupied with thoughts about Veronica and John’s relationship. It fascinated you. Despite everything they went through in their personal lives dealing with the grandiosity of Queen, they still managed to have a simple, loving, domestic life that was still as passionate, full of care, and days where they still seem to be wearing honeymoon-tinted glasses. Their relationship started in a slightly similar manner, wherein John was in the middle of the start of a long-fledged career that was going to bring temptations. But no matter what, he remained faithful to his best friend. You glanced down at the ring on your left hand again, then looking at Joe with doe-eyes, who, despite being preoccupied with about one hundred cameras pointed his way, still managed to glance your way. He gave you a sweet smile that basically confirmed the question that was swimming around your mind in the back of the Deacon thoughts: will Joe and I be like them? And with that simple look, you knew that the answer was a solid yes. Meanwhile, a little further behind you and the cast, Veronica and John were actually having a conversation similar to what was going on in your head.

“Ronnie, honey. I can’t help but notice something about Joe and his fiancé.”

“What’s that deary?”

“With Y/N wearing your dress, and Joe in that particular suit, I can’t help but realize that they are ironically similar to us, both in their actual personalities and their looks. Like from back in the day. I have to make it a point to ask Joe that I would be honored if their first dance as a married couple was to ‘You’re My Best Friend.’ They embody that song more than any couple I have ever met, and I mean, it just seems appropriate, y’know?”

“I couldn’t agree more, Johnny.”

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Ben Hardy

Ben Hardy

Table Read

Singer

Hockey

Warren Worthington iii

Secretly In Love

Good Impression

Peter Beale

Take Care Of You

Lucy Boynton

Lucy Boynton

Boob Grab

Dating During Bohemian Rhapsody

First Time with Lucy

Soccer Girlfriend

Joe Mazzello

Joe Wenteworth

POC Reader

Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

Preference

You’re In An Accident

You’re in An Accident and You Don’t Remember Them Part 2

Plus-Size Reader

Fake Instagram

Throwback

Halloween Costume

Carnival

Vacation

Propose

Wedding

High School! Joe x Reader

Baby Gender and Name

[crashdevlin]

Wishverse- How’d You Know?

Wishverse- How’d you know?

Author’s Note: Hard Ten Masterlist, Wishverse Masterlist

Summary: Y/n reorients herself in 2018, ‘meets’ Dean to set up their event, and finally gets Charlie to believe her.

Pairing(s): Dean X Plus size!Reader

Word Count: 2928

Warnings: mentions of prostitution… and that’s it.

You slept through the night. You’d almost forgotten what it felt like. You showered and put on light makeup. You didn’t need makeup. Your skin quality was actually amazing compared to the skin on the face you left in 2019 and Dean was going to smile that lovely smile at you, no matter what. You made breakfast for you and Charlie and ate in silence as she watched you. “How’s Bohemian Rhapsody do at the box office?” she finally asked.

“It did all right. Does all right. Sixty-something percent on Rottentomatoes. It was just too broad. Like, it was awesome, I really liked how they portrayed Mary Austin and Freddie, but it was just… they were trying to fit too much into two hours, you know? I liked it, though, and Rami Malek got a Golden Globe for it.”

“Crimes of Grindelwald?”

You grimaced. “You’re gonna watch it no matter what I say.”

“Yeah, but I wanna know!” she exclaimed, leaning closer.

You sighed. “She fucked with the canon, or they fucked with her canon and she let them. JK really should have put her foot down and said, ‘No, Nagini was a fuckin’ snake, not a Korean animagus’. The only really good part of it was Jude Law as Dumbledore, though, they really didn’t even allude to the fact that he was in love with Grindelwald.”

“Yeah, but we knew that Warner Brothers wasn’t going to let… they didn’t let him be gay, at all?” she asked, upset.

“I mean, Warner Brothers pretty much said that it wasn’t important to his character and the movie was really about Newt, anyway, so it wasn’t that important.” You sighed. “Anyway, Crimes of Grindelwald did good because it was a Harry Potter movie, but, objectively, Bohemian Rhapsody was a better movie.”

She smiled. “If this is real… I’m gonna need you to remember some lotto numbers.”

“Charlie, if you wanted money, we both know you have the skills to get it.” You shrugged. “You know I don’t play the lotto. I won’t remember any of the megamillions numbers.”

“Okay, well… try.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “I’m going out at 1:30.”

“To meet the whore?”

“Yeah, to meet… to meet with Dean.”

“And Dean is the better one, right?”

“Charlie… just stop, okay? You still don’t really believe me.” You sighed. “Dean’s the one who’s gonna take me to Maw-maw’s for Thanksgiving. That’s all you need to know for now, okay?”

“What, I’m not allowed to be worried about you?”

“You can be worried all you want, but…” You shrugged. “Everything’s fine, Charlie. I promise.”

You could tell that she didn’t believe you. She didn’t think you were fine, she didn’t think that everything was going to be fine or was fine, but you knew. You knew that there was only good that could come of your wish, no matter what she or anyone else thought about wish universes.

~~~~~~~~~~

You heard the Impala before you saw it. Dean’s prized Chevy with the huge engine announced his arrival in the Biggerson’s parking lot and you ordered a round of pie before he walked in. Your phone went off with a text from Dean’s work number asking where you were in the restaurant and you shot a text back telling him where to find you. You took a deep breath as the bell over the door went ‘ding’ and your eyes shot to him. He was wearing his brown hiking boots with a grey tee and a red and blue checkered plaid under a dark blue canvas coat. He looked like heaven as he approached.

“Hey. I’m Dean.”

“I know,” you responded, immediately, before looking down. “I-I mean… of course you are. Why else would a guy who looks like you walk up to my table?” You gestured at the other side of the table, reminding yourself that Dean wouldn’t want you if you were flustered and blushy. Not the introvert you were before Sam got a hold of you. You had to be the you that you were with Charlie, the you you were when you met Dean. “Have a seat. I, uh, ordered you a slice of apple. I hope you don’t mind.”

He smirked as he took the seat across the table from you. “You’re the take charge type, then?”

You chuckled. “I like to think of it as being proactive. I mean, I am just trying to make sure everything runs smoothly.”

“Hey, I got no problems with a woman who knows what she wants and makes it happen,” he said as the server dropped a slice of apple pie in front of each of you. “So, this is your first time hiring from Bobby’s Boys. You ever done this kinda thing before?” He pulled a fork out of the wrapped up napkin and dug it into the pie crust.

“Loaded question, Dean,” you answered, honestly, mimicking his motions. “Suffice it to say, I know what I’m doing.”

He nodded, not questioning you further about your experience. “All right, so… you said, Thanksgiving weekend; you just need someone to give you the boyfriend experience?”

“Pretty much boils down to my extended family are terrible people who’ve spent the last several years of my life making me feel horrible for being the only one in the family who’s bigger than a size six and I thought I might be able to avoid some of their suppressive bullshit if I brought a very attractive man home for the holiday.”

“All right. Family can suck. I got that. So, I, uh, got this questionnaire for you to fill out. First part’s a bunch of information ‘bout you, like if you got any allergies and what you do for work, best friend’s name, religious beliefs and shit. The second part’s about the fake me. Where you want me to say I work, how we should say we met, all that.” He pulled the papers out of his coat pocket where they had become a crinkled mess, and smoothed it out against the table. “If you want to fill it out now, that'd be awesome. So we could go over anything that's problematic.”

You pulled a pen and immediately went to work on it. You’d filled this out before, so it wasn’t something you were nervous about. You talked about your answers as you wrote them and Dean nodded, making little comments around mouthfuls of pie and black coffee. “We’re gonna tell ‘em you’re a mechanic, is that okay?”

He licked his lips and nodded. “I’m great with cars. How’d you know?”

You smiled and looked up into his brilliant green eyes. “With a car like the one you rode in on, you either know your way around an engine or you’ve got a damn fine mechanic, yourself.”

His eyes sparkled as he smiled, brightly. “You know about cars?”

You shrugged. “Little bit. My old best friend taught me some stuff. Enough to know a classic Impala when I see one, anyway.” You suppressed the urge to smirk at his look of intrigue as you looked back down at the questionnaire. “And since we’re saying you’re a mechanic, we can say we met when my clutch started slipping.”

“You drive an automatic or a manual?”

“Currently, I drive an auto but that’s just because Ford didn’t have the car I wanted in a manual.”

“Not a lot of folks can drive a stick, anymore.”

“Oh, I’m great at driving a stick,” you let yourself smirk then and looked up at him through your eyelashes. He returned the smirk and chuckled. You had to remind yourself that you weren’t throwing yourself at him, that if you made this about sex, then you’d just be a normal client and you’d lose all chance of being something more. “Too bad that’s not what I’m hiring you for,” you finished, dropping your eyes back to the paper.

“Yeah. Too bad.”

When you finished the questionnaires, you slid them across the table and excused yourself to go pay the bill. When Dean approached the counter, you handed him a small styrofoam container. “Chocolate cream pie,” you winked as you started toward the parking lot.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said, following you.

“Well, I got it for myself and then I thought better of it. I do not need more pie.” You stopped in front of the Impala, blatantly ogling it as you walked a slow circle around the edge of it. Dean smirked at the look on your face as he opened the door and set the to-go box in the middle of the bench seat. “What is she? A ‘67, ‘68?”

“‘67.”

“She still got the 327 four barrel?”

Shock filled Dean’s face and his jaw hung slack for a second before he licked his lips. “No, uh… I put a 502 big block in her a few months ago. More than doubled her horsepower.”

“Oh, that’s why she’s so loud.” You ran your over the roof and looked in the window. “You treat her like a queen, don’t you? This is what a classic car’s supposed to look like.”

“Huh. You, uh, know a little bit about cars?”

You chuckled, making your way around the hood to stand in front of Dean, looking up into his eyes. “My friend, the one who taught me about cars, he was a Chevy-head. Honestly, I’ve always been a Ford fan, but he was really enthusiastic and… fuck, the sixties Impalas were sex on wheels.”

“Sometimes literally.” His eyebrows jumped up suggestively and you bit your lip, stepping closer to him without conscious thought. He smiled, softly. “There’s… somethin’ ‘bout you, y/n. I’m lookin’ forward to workin’ with you.”

“Technically, you’ll be working for me,” you teased, leaning back against the door of the Impala and smiling up at him.

He stepped closer, licked his bottom lip in between his teeth and bit into it. It made your body warm up and you swallowed to remedy your suddenly dry throat. “Well, then…” He put his hands on your shoulders and leaned down to look into your eyes. The look in his eyes was one you recognized and your heart was pounding at the thought that your plan to woo him was working so well. “I can’t wait to meet your family, princess.”

Your reaction to the nickname was instant, grabbing his coat and pressing your lips to his. He went with it, just like he had the night of the Christmas party, but this time he had no reason to pull away. One of his hands slid down to your hip and the other buried in your hair as he slipped his tongue into your mouth and pressed you into the cold metal of his car. You ran your hands up to his neck and pulled him closer, your tongue brushing across his, dancing across the air you were breathing together.

You didn’t want to stop, but your brain suddenly remembered that you didn’t want to sleep with him, yet. Well, you wanted to, but you had to wait. With every ounce of your self-control, you pulled back, breathing heavily. You looked at your feet. “Sorry. Didn’t, uh, plan that.” You chuckled and bit your lip. “So, how much do I owe you for the makeout session?”

He laughed and stepped back. “It’s on the house. We’ll call it payment for the pie.” You smiled and nodded, side-stepping away from him to head for your car. “I’ll call you after I talk to Bobby!” he called after you.

“Sounds good, Dean!” you called back, sliding into your driver’s seat and pulling out of the parking lot. You didn’t miss the way he followed you with his eyes until he couldn’t see you anymore.

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“Sam, it’s like… have you ever met a chick that just… ticks all the boxes?” Dean was trying to refrain from a chick-flick moment, but how he was feeling about y/n after just one meeting was… unique. Sam looked up from the paperwork he was filling out for Bobby with an incredulous look. “Dude, she bought me pie. No prompting, she suggested pie.” Dean nodded enthusiastically and dropped into a chair next to Sam’s desk. “And she knows cars. She tried to downplay it, but she knew that a ‘67 Impala comes stock with a 327 four barrel engine. That’s not something somebody just knows unless they know. She practically drooled all over my baby, dude, and she’s real pretty. Way prettier than she thinks she is.”

He let out a dreamy sigh and ran his hand through his hair. “It’s like she knows me. She’s kinda… perfect, and she’s an amazing kisser! A lot of chicks are afraid to go for it, but she was… fucking exuberant.”

“That’s a big word, Dean,” Sam said, amused.

Dean shrugged. “I’ve been working on that book of crosswords Kate gave me for my birthday.”

“I was sure you would’ve thrown that away.”

“Nah. I’m getting pretty okay at ‘em. Anyway, this chick… she’s amazing and I get to spend an entire weekend with her, for work. I mean, if this ain’t the best part of the job, I don’t know what is.”

“The money is the best part of the job, Dean. It’s the only real reason for the job.”

“For you, maybe. Oh, man, and she doesn’t want to pay for sex. She really just wants to have me pretend to be her boyfriend without gettin’ fucked.”

“But she let you kiss her?”

“Nah, she kissed me… but I’m pretty sure she just got overwhelmed by my charm,” he said, with a cocky smile. “Seriously, what kind of woman calls up an escort service and really just wants someone to escort her somewhere?”

“One who’s too introverted to get her own dates? Or women who think they aren’t very attractive?”

“Yeah, probably something like that. She said she wouldn’t feel right paying for it. So, she’s got morals but she doesn’t make me feel immoral. I don’t know how that works, but it fuckin’ does.”

“Well, I’m happy for you, Dean. You get to get out of Kate’s tofu Thanksgiving because you’re going on a job and you get a boatload of money and you don’t even have to perform. You just have to fawn over the woman. You’re doing that for free, right now.”

“I know, Sammy! This is gonna be the easiest three thousand bucks I’ve ever made!”

Sam took a deep breath and looked pointedly at his paperwork. “Good for you. Can I finish this please?”

Dean rolled his eyes and stood. “Yeah, yeah.” He sighed and licked his lips. “You gonna be okay doing Thanksgiving without me, huh?”

Sam nodded. “I’ll have Dad and Kate and Adam to distract me, Dean. And I’ve totally been clean long enough to deal with other people drinking some dinner wine, dude. Don’t worry about it.”

“And you’ll call And-”

“I’ll call Andy if I have any issues. Don’t worry about it. Go enjoy yourself with the… woman who ticks all your boxes,” Sam dismissed.

Dean couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face at the thought of y/n. “You know what, little brother? I definitely will. Have fun with your paperwork.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Monday came and the stock app on your phone alerted you to the massive jump in Roman Industries stock price. It was a little past 1pm when Charlie called you. “Are you a witch?!”

“No, Char, I told you I’m-” You closed the door to your office to keep your assistant, Deedee, from hearing your conversation.

“You have to tell me if you have a timeturner because there’s so much that I would want to fix, but that probably wouldn’t be a good idea because ‘Awful things happen to wizards who meddle with time, Harry’ and I-”

“Charlie, I didn’t do this.”

“Are you sure you’re not some kind of fae or elf or something because-”

“Charlie!”

There was a moment of silence. “I’m sorry. I’m just… sorry.”

“I’m not a fairy or an elf or a witch, and the awful things already happened, but I am here with a plan to save Buckbeak and Sirius, so to speak.”

“What awful things? What happened that you wished away?”

You took a deep breath, relief washing over you. “You believe me? Like, no doubts, anymore?”

“No! No doubts. Okay? I believe you and I’m kinda jealous of your fantasy fiction life right now, but I’m also super worried because you’re not the kind of person to wish away a whole freaking timeline, so it must’ve been superbad, so spill!”

You shook your head. “Look, it’s eight months of baggage to unpack, and I’m not doing it over the phone while you’re on your lunch break. I’ll tell you all about it when you get home tonight, okay?”

She sighed, heavily. “Okay, I guess.”

“Go eat your lunch. Love ya, Char. Bye.” You hung up your phone and smiled. You were finally going to be able to talk to someone about your situation!

You walked into the apartment at 5:23 and sat down on the couch. You were having to redo work you did eight months ago and it was wearing on you. Charlie walked in the door at 5:46, set her laptop bag on the table by the door and flopped down next to you, pulling the remote control out of your hand and turning off the distraction of the television.

“Tell me everything. Go!”

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Bohemian Rhapsody Headcanons: Plus Size Reader

Bohemian Rhapsody Headcanons: Plus Size BoRhap x Reader Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader

Freddie:

You are a goddess to him.  He constantly tries to dress you.  You're his beautiful life sized and gorgeously plus sized Barbie! He goes mad making clothes for you! It's literally one of his favorite things to do.

Brian:

Well, lol.  I don't think it takes a rocket scientist to know that Brian is madly in love with you. And you with him.  You make everyone around you sick with how often you tell each other you're beautiful.

Roger:

While Freddie is definitely more flamboyant- Rog is the fashionista of the group. If you think for one second that he'll allow you to second guess yourself- ya dead.  He knows the BEST stores and a fantastic seamstress who makes everything fit like a glove.  He LIVES for seeing you like that and can't WAIT to get you home! And he’d kill anyone who dared make a comment about it.  Shit would get real. 

Deaky:

Oh, man. He just thinks you are the greatest blessing to the earth. And to him.  He can't imagine life without you.  And those nights are tour without you are ROUGH.   Without your soft form pressed against him is PURE TORTURE. You're everything to him.

Mary:

You and Mary were that couple that everyone genuinely loved.  Sweet as sugar with each other in public.  However, behind closed doors?  Ya girl was HUNGRY. You might've noticed your size first but 9/10 EVERYONE couldn't help but gawk at the love bites.

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Update: The Singer and The Actor

I know I’m so behind on Bohemian Rhapsody but I did just post another part of The Singer and The Actor on AO3 and Wattpad. I think that series would do better on there since it’s an x reader fanfic.  So if you want to read it here’s the link/ it’s a Joe Mazzello x plussized reader(and it’s an actual reader no physical descriptions besides plus sized)

https://www.wattpad.com/1023436407-the-singer-and-the-actor-ch-1-on-set

[rossmccallsqueen]

Okay so plus size headcanon- Joe showing you everything he loves about your body in bed

Okay so joe would literally be A L L O V E R your curves

Like all over them

He literally looooooves running his hands all over your body

Like he gets home from a long day on set and he comes home and sneaks up behind you

You’re getting ready for bed and brushing your hair and his hands just start roaming all over your body

“Joe arent you tired?”

“Not at all baby girl, I wanna worship you”

And like how can you say no??

He slowly drags his hands down your arms and rests them on your breasts

He squeezes for awhile while he kisses all over your neck

“You are fucking beautiful gorgeous, like holy shit”

“How are you mine? Like how did I get so lucky?”

His hands continue down to your core and your breath starts catching

You were just so needy for him and you couldn’t even control it

So he picks you up and carries you to the bed and slowly strips off all your Guys’ clothes

“I’m gonna show you how beautiful you are princess”

So he kisses his way down your body inch by inch

“These curves? Amazing. Stretch marks? LITERALLY INCREDIBLE. And god damn girl these thighs??? Actual heart eyes”

And then he started eating you out like his last damn meal

His tongue licked up every drop of your juices

Combined with his fingers and his mouth sucking on your clit your hands were running through his hair so fast

His tongue literally felt so incredible your back was arching off the bed

Before you knew it you were cumming all over his face and he ate all of it

“Baby girl you are literally incredible”

“Like actually you are for real a goddess”

“Your boobs are absolutely incredible and have you seen your ass?? Like I get to touch that!! I don’t know what I did to deserve a beautiful woman like you???”

He crawled his way up your body and rested his head on your chest

“This is my favorite place right here, right here with you. Can we stay like this forever?”

Honestly joe loved you so much it made your heart hurt 😭❤️

[emmalove1996]

Requests: Open!

Y'all send in requests!

I write x readers

It can be specific if you want ie (tall!reader, nerdy!reader, plus size!reader) whatever you guys want!

Just send in what you want and a little prompt.

I write for some rock bands like motley crue/ the dirt or guns n roses. I also write for queen( bohemian rhapsody, actual queen or the actors). I write for most marvel or DC characters. Also umbrella academy. As well as Most ahs characters. And there is alot more i just can't remember so just ask and I will try my best.😊

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“Nothing New” : BoRhap! Roger Taylor Imagine : Plus Size Reader

Roger Taylor Imagine

BoRhap Roger Taylor Roger Taylor x Reader Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader, Reader wears a head covering

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Your disregard to Roger was one of the most entertaining things to ever grace the lives of the band Queen.

Well, sans Roger, of course.

He came through in typical Roger fashion...and you didn't even flinch.

In your defense, you worked at recording studio.

You were a technician.

You saw rockstar playboys constantly.

So he was nothing new to you and you weren't bothered by him at all.

Not when he flirted.

Not when he shed his shirt while playing the drums and glistened in the light.

And of course, because you don't care about him- he's infatuated.

It's a great source of entertainment for everyone else to watch him prance around like a male bird trying to attract your attention....and you not giving a shit.

Finally, his temper gets the best of him and he confronts you.

"Just what the hell is your problem?" he snaps one day.

You barely looked at him as you listened to the recording through the headphones and made a few notes.

"What are you on about now, Taylor?" you asked, listening to  the track again and trying to figure out where the hitch was.

"I have tried everything to get your attention." he snapped, pacing back and forth in front of you.

You noticed that he ran his hands through his blond hair and tugged at his wrist bands when he was anxious.

"And you don't care!" he ranted. "And if I'm not your type, that's fine, I guess. I mean- I don't really-"

You laughed.

"Wow." you said. "Are you that conceited?"

"Look, I know I'm a good looking guy." he said. "I'm not an idiot."

You just shook your head.

"All I want is to spend some time with you and you-"

"No, you want to bed me." you said pointedly.  

"No, I do-" he started but you cut him off with a sharp lift of your brow.

"Look." you laughed a little. "I'm not one of your lovesick, sex crazed groupies seeking the attention of the likes of you to give them some sort of self validation."

"That's oddly specific." he said with narrowed eyes.

"Well, you have a biology degree, Roger. I'm sure you can keep up." you sassed him. "Like I said, I don't need your validation.  I don't need anyone's validation.  I know I'm sexy, talented and more than enough for most people to handle."

Roger lifted an eyebrow at you.

"And honestly it's really not even that I'm that opposed to bedding you, Taylor." you informed him. "But I'm not some little tart to be toyed with and something gives me the impression that that's how you operate."

"Hold on now." he started.

"You've brought a different woman in here every time and you never remember her name."  you pointed out.

His shoulders sagged at the tongue lashing you'd given him.

"I really am interested in you though." he said, light eyes piercing into yours.

You nodded.

"Well, then." you said coming to stand in front of him. "Perhaps, you slow down and be patient."

His features took on a serious note.

"So ....are you saying I have a chance?" he asked, light beginning to dance in those light orbs of his.

"As long as you realize that this is a marathon- not a race."  you said before reaching out to tap the necklace hanging around his neck.  "And also you tell me where you got this necklace because my life depends on it."

He reached up and unhooked it from his neck before placing it around yours.

A smile tugged at his lips.

"Damn, sweetheart." he said.

You simply lifted a brow at him.

"Nothing, it's just-" he said. "You actually wear this better than I do."

You snorted making a grin stretch across his face.

"High praise from the fashionista over here." you teased.

Roger's heart swelled because not only were you talking to him but you were teasing him.

That suggested a level of comfort...and he thrived on that.

Heeeey, smoochies!  So this actually got a little darker than I had intended and I kinda strayed from the original request…but I’m obsessed with it.  I’d kinda like to do a short story with it, maybe only a few chaps so ya’ll just let me know!

Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed it, smoochies!

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“Sweetest Smile”: BoRhap Freddie Mercury Imagine: Plus Size Reader

Bohemian Rhapsody Imagine BoRhap Freddie Mercury Imagine X Reader: PS Reader, Plus size reader, Reader wears a head covering

Imagine encountering Freddie one day.....

The first time you’d met Freddie you’d been in line. 

Waiting in line anywhere was usually a dreadfully boring and taxing task and perhaps waiting in line at the bank was the worst. 

Of course, with you...you always got stares. 

The choice to cover your head always drew attention to you like a magnet. 

However, it wasn’t always bad. 

Cue Freddie. 

He found you fabulous immediately. 

You just looked like royalty to him and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

Naturally, he approached you and told you so. 

You hadn’t the time for pretty boys who played games so initially you treated him as such. 

However, there was something in his gaze that held you...well that and the fact that you recognized him in about 2.5 seconds. 

However, it had always been in your nature to toy with your prey a little. 

“You look vaguely familiar.” you told him and expertly played dumb as a form of shock painted his features. 

“Darling, don’t tell me you don’t know Queen?” he said, a bit of disbelief in his eyes. 

“I know of THE queen.” you said. “Though I can’t say I’ve ever sat down for tea and biscuits with her.” 

A look of shock and a slight glimmer to his eyes. 

“Though.” you said. “You do favor that fabulous front man in that band. Are you a cover band?” 

A look of pure amusement. 

“No, darling.” he smirked. “Freddie Mercury.  In the flesh.” 

You give him a once over and stared him dead in the eye, “I expected more sass.” 

His mouth falls open. 

The nerve of you! 

However....

You gave him a cheek grin and a wink.

“Of course I knew it was you.” you said, a light laugh to your voice. “That mouth is unmistakable.” 

He looked down- slightly embarrassed. 

“It’s got one of the purest, sweetest smiles I’ve ever seen.” you said. 

He lit up like a pinball machine and color flooded his face. 

Never had there been a brighter smile than on that day. 

Heeeey, smoochies!  So this actually got a little darker than I had intended and I kinda strayed from the original request…but I’m obsessed with it.  I’d kinda like to do a short story with it, maybe only a few chaps so ya’ll just let me know!

Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed it, smoochies!

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