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freddiesaysalright · 4 years

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A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes - Chapter 5

Gwilym!Prince Charming x Reader

Summary: After losing your parents, your step-family makes your life impossible. That is, until Prince Gwilym holds a ball. It’s your one chance for everything to change.

Word Count: 4.1k

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A/N: It’s the grand finale! Thank you again for all the lovely responses to this fic! I can’t believe I’m almost done with the Disney AUs already! also i barely proofread this because i was so excited to post it so if you see a typo no you didnt

Warning(s): brief descriptions of abuse

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Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5 here we go!!!

Frank and his daughters came home about an hour after you did. You were already back in your servant clothes and waiting by the door. You took their cloaks and bags, and began hanging them on the rack in the main hall.

“How was your night?” you asked politely.

“It was a splendid evening, Y/N,” Frank answered. “More than you could ever hope for.”

“I’m sure it was,” you returned, holding back a smirk. If only he knew.

“I’m relieved to see you have not stolen anything else from my wife’s closet,” he sneered.

You shook your head. “No, sir. I wouldn’t dream of it. I’ve been thoroughly educated.”

“Very good,” he said, seeming displeased that he couldn’t goad you.

But nothing could spoil this night. It was perfect.

“Is there anything you need before going to bed?” you asked.

“I’m fine, but you’ll of course help the girls get changed,” he said.

You nodded again. “Absolutely.”

He watched you suspiciously as you followed your step sisters up the stairs. You were calm. Too calm. And you were humming, which you didn’t normally do. Plus the tune was something he had heard somewhere - but no event would have had you in attendance. His frown deepened. Something was up.

***

Gwilym returned to the palace two hours later, empty handed and broken-hearted. Rami and Ben were waiting on the steps for him, but as he walked up, he only shook his head. They sighed, disappointed for their friend. Thankfully, the remaining guests had all gone home.

“Sorry, mate,” Ben said.

“There was no sign of her?” Rami asked.

“No,” Gwilym said. “Even the carriage tracks just seemed to disappear. It was like she just vanished.”

“So, all we’ve got to go on is the shoe?” Ben wondered, holding it up.

Gwilym had only entrusted his best friends with it, and they had kept it from his father.

“It’s made of glass,” Gwilym said. “Which means it only fits her.”

“So what are we gonna do?” Rami asked. “Try the shoe on every woman in the kingdom?”

“Only the single women,” Gwilym said, as if it were obvious.

Rami and Ben shared a surprised look.

“I hope you’re joking,” Ben said.

“Far from it,” Gwilym replied. “I’m going to find that girl, and I’m going to marry her.”

Rami sighed. “Very well, then. But let’s start in the morning.”

“Thank you both,” Gwilym said, relieved. They had every reason to leave now. Both had duties at home, and had done what was socially expected. With the ball over, there was no obligation to stay. “Really.”

“Of course we’re gonna help you,” Ben said. “But I’m with Rami. Starting tomorrow.”

“You guys go on up, I’ll be right behind you,” Gwilym insisted.

His friends shrugged, but did as he requested and went inside. Gwilym remained, holding that glass piece of you carefully in the crook of his arm. He looked out into the night sky, hoping somehow you could feel his desperation.

“I am coming for you, my darling,” he said quietly.

***

You yawned as the sun peered into your room through your curtains. You were feeling unusually light this morning. Like you were still floating just above the ballroom floor. With a contented sigh, you stretched and forced yourself out of bed. Frank and the girls would be needing their breakfast soon, but you knew you had a little extra time today. They’d certainly have a bit of a lie in after the late night.

You threw your dress and apron on. You did a spin around your room, giggling as you imagined Gwilym there with you. Then you had to slow to a stop. It was a fantasy, nothing more. One glorious night. But now it was time to return to reality and your true life. Still, you could cling to the dream for one morning.

Humming to yourself, you put the pot on to boil and began prepping plates for breakfast. You set a pan atop the stove to start some sausages when you heard the jingle of a bell. You looked at the wall. It was coming from Eleanor’s room, so you guessed she was up. You asked Elsie to start the food and went back upstairs to get your step sister dressed. When you reached the landing, you saw Frank emerging from his room, already dressed.

“Good morning,” you said kindly.

“Y/N, what did you get up to last night?” he asked.

“Why, nothing, sir,” you said. “I cleaned up, as you instructed, changed clothes, and got a head start on some other chores. When those were done, I occupied myself by reading.”

He seemed skeptical. “I see. I hope you weren’t reading anything too fanciful. You mustn’t fill your mind with...unrealistic dreams and fantasies.”

Your brow furrowed with confusion. What was he implying?

“No, sir,” you said. “I try to keep everything practical.”

“Good,” he said. “Now get to work.”

You nodded, a bit perplexed, but continued into Eleanor’s room.

***

In the morning, Gwilym was the first up. He hardly slept at all. He wrote a decree for his father to send out, that he and Ben and Rami would be making the rounds through town and the countryside to find the owner of the missing shoe. They would begin today, and search until the prince had found his lost love.

To his shock, the king agreed to this. He read over it at the breakfast table, nodding at each point. The ladies were to try on the shoe and if it fit, it must be the girl who Gwilym met at the ball.

“Very well,” he said. “You’ll begin today?”

“Yes,” Gwilym said. “I want to find her as soon as possible.”

“Alright, son,” the king replied. He looked at the prince and offered a sincere smile. “And best of luck.”

Gwilym beamed. “Thank you, Father!”

And so, they began their search within the palace, where the out of town noble guests were staying. Gwilym had his doubts about those girls because he met them before you even came through the door. But he knew everyone deserved a fair chance. When the shoe fit none of those women, they made their way into town, with a few guards along for protection.

***

Frank received a letter from the palace early in the morning. He looked it over and you saw a flash of...something cross his face. You couldn’t place the emotion though. It seemed almost like a glimmer of hope. His eyes glanced over at you before quickly turning to his daughters.

“Girls, get yourselves looking nice,” he said. “We’ll be having visitors from the palace this afternoon.”

“The palace?” you questioned, without meaning to, but you could hardly help yourself.

“Yes, but that isn’t any of your business, Y/N,” he snapped. “Get my daughters ready and then proceed with your chores as usual. You are not to make your presence known while the visitors are here.”

You nodded apologetically. As you made your way back to the kitchen, you wondered if the visitors Frank referred to could be Gwilym and his father. Was he looking for you? Something in your heart told you he was, but you hardly even dared to hope. Such a thing was the stuff of dreams. And yet, the ball seemed like a dream too, but it was as real as the tea kettle you carried. You began devising a plan.

As the day wore on, you completed your chores quickly. You wanted to prepare yourself as well. Your gut was telling you Gwilym was on his way to take you away from here. And you had all the proof you needed in that slipper that was hidden beneath your bed. So when you finished sweeping the entrance hall, you ran up to your room to get it. Only, when you opened your door, you came to an abrupt stop. Frank was sitting on your bed, holding the slipper by the heel. One wrong move of his fingers and it would fall, risking a break.

“Well, well, well,” he said darkly. “I had a feeling you had made your way to the ball. You’ve been far too dreamy to have had as dull a night as you claim.”

Your heart rate quickened.

“That’s mine,” you said, feeling childish as the words left your mouth. “It was given to me.”

Frank laughed humorlessly. “Oh, likely story. I suppose this is another one of my wife’s things you stole.”

“You cannot stop me from this,” you said, ignoring the accusation. “The prince loves me.”

“Against his better judgement, I believe that’s true,” he admitted.

You blinked, surprised at your step father’s nonchalance about this. Did that mean he would accept it? No. There had to be something else he was getting at.

“As it is, though,” he said. “You’re spoken for.”

You frowned as your stomach dropped.

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” he said, getting to his feet and straightening his jacket with his free hand. “And mine alone.”

A chill ran down your spine. Was he really saying what you thought he was saying?

“I’m not a slave, Frank,” you said. “I am free to do this.”

“I do not intend to make you my slave,” he said. “I intend to make you my wife.”

Your body went rigid as the blood ran out of your face. The very idea made your stomach churn. The thought of being his wife, sharing his bed, bearing his children...you nearly heaved right there in front of him.

“No,” you said firmly. “I won’t.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice,” he said.

“It’s sick!” you cried. “I’m your daughter!”

“Step daughter,” he said. “I will have this estate, Y/N. You will do for me what your mother could not. My son will be the true and rightful heir, and start a new line.”

“Are you not happy with the children you have?” you wondered, completely rocked to your core. “Why do you insist on a son?”

“Sons are the only useful offspring,” he scoffed. “Daughters are just mouths to feed until you can marry them off, and even then, what’s theirs will never belong to their family. It belongs to their husbands. Well, I am not going to lose everything because my previous wives were too weak to give me what I want.”

“I will not,” you refused again. “I’ll run away.”

“And leave behind your home?” he taunted. “The one your father built so lovingly with your mother?”

“It will no longer be a home to me if I am trapped in such a marriage,” you said.

“I’m not giving you a choice, Y/N,” he sighed. “I’ll keep eyes on you everywhere, I’ll lock you in your room, whatever it takes. Or, you can submit to me now and become mistress of this house as you were born to be.”

“I’ll die before I marry you,” you spat. “I’ll die before I bear any child of yours. I’ll -”

“No need to go on,” he said. He was being alarmingly calm about this. “I know the rest. But you will marry me, Y/N. You will have my son, and you’ll do it all without complaint. Just as you have with everything I have ever given you.”

You blinked again. So everything he’d put you through was a test? A way to manipulate you into obeying his every command? He was...grooming you? Your stomach gave another lurch.

“But first,” he said. “We will need to squash your dreams of Prince Gwilym.”

“What do you -”

He cut off your question by hurling your slipper into the wall. It shattered with a crash, which drowned out your anguished cry. You sank to your knees, hopeless.

“There now,” he said. “I’m only teaching you the harsh lesson of reality.”

Tears fell freely down your cheeks. You heard loud knocking at the front door, but barely registered it.

“That’ll be him,” Frank said.

You snapped to your senses and started to rise for one last desperate escape attempt, but Frank was faster. You felt the blow of his palm against your cheek before you even saw it coming. You fell to the ground, face throbbing. You wanted to scream, or cry, or swing back at him, but you were completely numb from the shock. You couldn’t feel anything but the sting on your skin.

“Do not resist me again, Y/N,” Frank warned.

With that, he walked out of your room, and you heard him turn the lock. You were trapped. You curled into a ball on your floor and wept quietly.

***

Gwilym was relieved when the door finally opened. This was the last house of the day. He saw a man there, whose smile was...unconvincing to say the least. He bowed.

“We are happy to see you, Prince Gwilym,” he said. “I am Frank Tarleton, and I believe one of my daughters is the girl you’re searching for.”

Gwilym raised a brow. “But you don’t know which?”

Frank blinked, taken aback, and then laughed an empty sort of laugh. “Good one, your highness. Please, come in.”

Gwilym looked at Ben and Rami who both shrugged. They followed Frank inside and into the drawing room, where two young women sat on the couch, looking nervous. Ben explained everything, with Frank nodding eagerly along. Something about the man struck Gwilym as slimy. He was too polite, too eager to please, and it seemed even his own daughters were made uncomfortable by him. Gwilym sighed.

“Let’s get this over with,” he mumbled.

He was beginning to lose hope. Who was left, if not these girls? And yet, neither of them struck him as the one he was looking for.

***

You listened carefully at your door, not daring to make any more noise. If Frank returned, he might do worse than strike you. But you could listen to what was happening downstairs.

It was a bit maddening to hear, though. To be so close to Gwilym now, and yet so far. To be a prisoner now in your own home was worse than being a servant. And the worst part was seeing the proof of your identity lying in pieces beside you. You felt like the slipper. Broken. Completely in pieces. Like your dreams too.

You heard the front door open and close again. You went to your window and watched Gwilym mount his horse, his friends on either side of him, and trot away toward town. Was that truly the last time you would see your love?

It couldn’t be. Now, you could hear Frank’s familiar footsteps coming back up the stairs. You knew you had to make a break for it as soon as he opened the door. You braced yourself. You had no time to pack anything, no time to grab money or valuables. You would have to break away with nothing but the clothes on your back and a prayer.

You watched the doorknob turn, feeling as if everything was in slow motion. It creaked slowly open and Frank’s body appeared in the door frame. He reached for you, but you ducked under his arm, darted down the hall, flew down the stairs, and straight out the front door.

You ran. As fast as your legs could carry you, not even daring to look back to see if Frank was in pursuit. You just hurtled toward town, hoping that anyone could help you. You would give up your home, and everything you knew - you would even give up your life - before marrying Frank. You had to escape, even if it meant becoming a beggar.

You burst through the back door of the tavern, tears streaming down your cheeks, and chest heaving. Flying through the kitchen, you threw open the doors to the dining area and found Zelda behind the bar. She looked up at the commotion you were making, took in the sight of you, and her brow furrowed.

“Zelda, please!” you cried, frantic. “I need help!”

You went to her, and she took you in her arms.

“Y/N, what’s -”

She didn’t get to finish her question before Frank came barreling through. He must not have been far behind. You let out a scream. Zelda pushed you behind her and you cowered at her back. She put her arms out to shield you further.

“Zelda, remove yourself if you know what’s good for you,” Frank threatened.

“Don’t, Zelda, please!” you begged. “Don’t let him take me! He’s going to force me to marry him! Please!”

She stiffened in front of you. “Oh, no you don’t, Frank. I will not stand by and let you do this.”

“Stand back or you’re fired,” he warned.

“I don’t care,” she shot back. “I won’t let you have her!”

“I’m afraid it’s not up to you,” he returned harshly.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and tried to move her, but Zelda was a stout woman with considerable strength. She resisted him, taking hold of his biceps and forcing him back several steps. Her advantage was clearly gained by the element of surprise.

“Run, Y/N!” she cried. “Get out of here!”

Panicked, you leapt over the counter and wrenched the door open. You threw yourself out of it, trying to ignore the sounds of the struggle behind you. You darted into the street and sprinted as fast as you could away from the tavern. You had no idea where you would go from here - but you could not stay and be forced into a lifetime of Frank.

You glanced back. To your horror, you saw that Frank was emerging from the tavern and had spotted you right away. With a gasp, you turned back around and sped up. Only, as you turned, you didn’t realize what was in front of you. You ran right smack into a man’s back. The force of the collision put you on your rear in the dirt.

Wincing, you looked up. Your jaw dropped. It was Gwilym!

He met your gaze and froze as well. For a moment, you were both back at the ball, when he’d come up to you on the stairs and asked you to dance. He recognized you instantly.

“It’s you,” he whispered.

You opened your mouth to respond, but a sudden stinging on your scalp caused you to cry out instead. Frank had fisted his hand around your hair and dragged you to your feet.

“Your highness!” he gasped, noticing Gwilym. “I do apologize. My servant here has forgotten her manners.” He looked at you and continued through gritted teeth. “And her place.”

He yanked your hair on the last word for extra emphasis. Gwilym’s chest tightened as he watched Frank manhandle you. He briefly imagined himself drawing his sword and plunging it right into Frank’s chest, but he refrained.

“Release her,” he ordered.

Frank looked at the prince, bewildered.

“I’m sorry?” he questioned.

Gwilym’s expression darkened. “I told you to release her.”

Frank hesitated.

“Now!” Gwilym shouted.

You relaxed when Frank finally let go. Your scalp still itched with soreness. You desperately wanted to throw yourself into Gwilym’s arms but you were still afraid of what Frank might do. You did take a cautious step back.

“Your highness, I’m dealing with an unruly servant girl,” Frank said. “But she is mine and I may do with her as I please.”

Your lip trembled and you shook your head.

“That’s not true,” you sobbed. “You know it’s not, I’m your step daughter and you’re forcing me to -”

“SILENCE!” Frank roared, and raised his hand.

You shrieked and covered your face with your arms. But the blow didn’t come. You peeked out, lowering your shield just barely. Gwilym had taken hold of Frank’s wrist. Rami and Ben, who you just noticed being present, both had their hands on their swords. Now was your chance.

“Don’t let him take me back,” you begged again. “Please, your highness, don’t let him.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Zelda trotting up the street. She halted when she took in the scene before her.

“Sir Tarleton,” Gwilym said, releasing Frank’s arm. “We were at your home and I asked you if you had any more women residing there besides your daughters. You lied.”

“It wasn’t a lie, really,” Frank argued. “Just an omission. You see, there’s no way this girl was at the ball when I forbid her from going.”

“If that’s true, then you are still in trouble,” Gwilym said. “All eligible maidens were to attend.”

“She’s only a servant -”

“I know you’re lying, Tarleton,” Gwilym interrupted. “Now stand down.”

Frank stepped away from the prince, shooting glances between him and you. Gwilym turned to Ben.

“The slipper please, Ben,” he said.

“No!” Frank protested, starting toward you, but Rami stopped him.

Ben handed Gwilym the slipped you’d left behind on the staircase. You wiped your cheeks, clearing away the dirt and tears, and held your prince’s gaze. You smiled at him.

“I knew you were the girl from the tavern,” he said gently. “I knew I recognized you.”

“And the cemetery,” you reminded him.

“Yes,” he chuckled. “I remember.”

“How did someone like you even notice someone like me?” you wondered, amazed.

“Because you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met,” he told you simply. “Inside and out. And from that moment in the cemetery I saw what you truly are - a princess.”

You flushed, looking bashfully at the ground.

“I’m not really a -”

“Maybe not by birth,” he said. “But in heart.”

You met his eyes again. Those eyes that from the first time you saw them, told you the kindness of this man’s soul.

He knelt down onto one knee, holding out the slipper. It made you ache for the lost one Frank smashed, but you were relieved that you had left one behind at the palace. You toed off your boot and raised your leg. Ben stepped closer to help you balance and you shot him a grateful look. Then, you slid your delicate foot into the glass slipper. It fit perfectly.

Gwilym’s face lit up like a firework. Ben let go of your hand as Gwilym laughed, took you up in his arms and spun you around. You giggled with joy as well. He lowered you gently to the ground.

“Now, will you please tell me your name?” he asked.

You chuckled. “It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated, and cupped your cheek in his palm. “How beautiful.”

“No!” Frank shouted again, and this time Rami had to grab him to stop him. “No! You cannot take her from me!”

“The girl does not belong to you,” Gwilym said sternly. He turned and faced Frank. “I see very clearly now that you have been mistreating her. She is free to choose whatever she likes.”

“I’m her father!” Frank insisted.

“Step father,” you said. Then you looked up at Gwilym. “I choose you, my love.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he replied. “Sir Tarleton, you’ll be taken into custody.”

Frank’s eyes went wide as the guards moved to take him from Rami. They clapped iron rings around his wrists. He seemed too shocked to struggle.

“Take him to the dungeon to await trial for his crimes,” Gwilym instructed. He faced you again. “And you, my darling, may come with me to the palace.”

“For how long?” you wondered.

“Forever, if you wish it,” he assured you.

“I could hardly wish for more,” you said happily.

He took your hand and helped you onto his horse. Together, you headed for safety, and building a life together. In true love.

***

You and Gwilym married as soon as possible. The whole kingdom was thrilled at the wedding. Frank was tried and convicted for his abuse, but would not serve a life sentence, so instead of prison, he was banished from the kingdom. Even so, early in your marriage to Gwilym, you frequently had nightmares where your stepfather returned.

Gwilym was as loving and patient a partner as you could hope for. He let you talk through your trauma, and he made sure to never do anything that caused you fear. His support helped you to truly heal.

Your step sisters had to move from the estate, which was now yours entirely. Eleanor and Miranda were surprisingly happy to take over their father’s first business, the tavern, which they ran successfully with Zelda. They both eventually found merchant husbands and lived peacefully, and you were genuinely happy for them.

But the greatest joy Gwilym ever gave you was your children. You had two boys and two girls, and they were the light of the whole kingdom’s eye - but especially the king, who lived a long and healthy life with his grandchildren. You had no other description for your life besides happily ever after.

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artificialbreezy · 4 years

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Dream Job with a Dream Boy:

AN: I’m so sorry I was gone for so long but I am back and i am ready to write all sorts of shit for you guys, this isn’t my best writing but I hope you like it

TW: slight mention of alcohol and being drunk

I had just finished cosmetology school when I got the best job offer I could have wished for. A hair stylist for a hollywood movie. I was going to be a part of the Bohemian Rhapsody crew. Being fresh out of school meant I was still a little young, only 20 to be exact, and not much experience. But I was gonna prove that this is what I wanted. I was assigned the actor Ben Hardy, which for me was a little nerve wracking. I’ve seen him a few things before and was a bit of a fan so I ended up a little starstruck when I heard about it.

It was the first day of filming when I heard a knock at my workstation door and there he was, Ben Hardy. I collected myself and went to the door.

Smiling I open the door, “Hello, my names y/n i’m gonna be working with you for the movie!”

Ben looked at me with a kind smile and said “Well hello love, I’m Ben” he reached his hand out for what I assumed was a hand shake so I leaned forward and shook his hand. “If you come over here we can get this party started” I said to him. All I could think of was really, the party started. what the hell was I even doing. Overall the first day went really well actually, he told me about his girlfriend and their breakup, his dog, and we talked about the other boys, and even fucking Roger Taylor came in and talked to us while I worked on Ben’s hair.

Let’s fast forward to a couple weeks into filming. I’ve met all the boys, who are absolute angels. As I was working on the wig for Ben, he looked over at me and said “so, Joe’s having a little get together thing at his place tonight, would you maybe wanna be my date?” I looked up at him and smiled, “I would love too” I said. I got Ben ready and off he went to go get filming done today. After filming we got the wig off and he went off to wardrobe to get unchanged. About 30 minutes pass and I hear a knock at the door. “Come in!” I yelled from the back of my trailer. Ben opened the door and said, “Hey doll! Are you ready to go?” I came walking towards the front of the trailer with a smile of my face and I nodded my head. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the trailer. We walked out to his car, hand in hand. Inside my mind i was honestly just like god I can’t believe this is actually happening. It took us about 20 minutes to get to Joe’s. Ben is absolute gentleman, once we got to Joe’s, he came over and opened my door for me. But we walked up to the front door and before we could even knock at the door, Joe opened the front door and smiled at us and said “Hey guy’s!” and handed both of us drinks. To myself I thought damn someone’s already a little drunk. I chuckled a little and grabbed the drink. Ben was just watching me as I sipped on the drink, every time I looked over at him, he would smile and it just brought a calming sense to me. Ben knew I was only 20, so I assume he was just making sure I didn’t over do it. But fast forward a couple hours, it’s around like 10:30 and i’m 6 drinks in and i’m feeling it now. Ben stopped talking to a drunk Joe and walked over to me and Lucy and said “Love, we should get you back home before you get too drunk.” So I nodded and stood up and as soon as I stood up I immediately went right back down. Ben looked at me worried and grabbed my hand to help, once I was up he wrapped his arm around me and helped me out to the car. Drunkenly I said “Ya know Ben, I really like you” he chuckled and smiled and said “I really like you too honey, but let’s get you home and in bed”. We finally got to my apartment and he walked me all the way to bed, “Ben will you stay the night?” I asked. He looked at me and said “Of course I will”

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queensdivas · 5 years

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Rainbow Road

“26 and 72 of the prompts with Joe?” Requested by Anon!

Alright so my dumbass got things confused because work came out of nowhere and school came out of nowhere. So I told the anon that it was about to get posted and turns out I did the Brian one first by accident cause I’m a dumbass.

Next time I won’t be so damn stupid and get my ducks in a row. If you would like to request something go for it because they’re opened. Also if you would like to be tagged in everything or specific things. Let me know!

Hope you enjoy!

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You’d finally had a day off from teaching at NYU so you decided to have an easy day at the flame. Joe would be coming home to see you lying on the couch in his Winnie the Pooh onesie and playing Super Mario Odyssey. Yes..you maybe a grown ass adult, but has that ever stopped you.

For the record. This was your Winnie the Pooh onesie in the beginning of your relationship, but eventually he took it because you “accidentally bought it to big.” And after he took it with him on the Bohrap Movie Tour. You were livid and flew yourself to retrieve the onesie, and to see him of course. You love Joe..till he takes your onesie.

“Jump over the goddamn thing!” You screamed as Joe walked into the apartment and stopping behind the couch.

“Mushroom coming into the right.” He climbed over the top of the couch then sitting down next to you. Bouncing on top of the mushroom then continuing down the street towards a building.

“How was work?” Asking Joe as he took off his sweatshirt as you were aggressively began tapping the jump button.

“Great. Finally got that screenplay finished and now I’m beginning to think up the cast for it now!” Pausing the game as you turned to him and pecked his lips.

“Fantastic baby! Look at you go baby!” Smiling as you kissed him again then got off the couch to go get some food. You couldn’t decide if you wanted delivery for tonight or wanted to make something easy. You were about to ask Joe but he already took control of the WII U and began setting up Mario Kart.

“Hey (y/n). We’ve been busy for the past couple of weeks with work and you’re on autumn break. Why don’t we order some Tai’s tonight, play a little Mario kart, and do what we do best.”

“Sleep?”

“Yes. Wait no. But yes..after the Mario kart and after the hot sex.” Cheeky devil! Grabbing the menu from the fridge as you walked over to the couch where you began reading over the menu.

“Which sounds better. Honey chicken or spicy steak?” He thought for a moment then looked over at the menu.

“Spicy steak definitely and make it brown rice. OH! And make sure that we get extra spring rolls.” You dialed the phone number as he began picking his characters for Mario kart. Once the food was ordered, you grabbed the controller to select your character.

An hour passed as you two already finished the first Dolphin Shoals track for when the Chinese delivery man pressed the com button. Grabbing your phone from the table then a wad of cash.

“Don’t you dare play without me! We’re neck and neck!” You yelled at him as you jumped over the couch then towards the door. Joe being the sneaky devil he is would play without me so he could win!

Coming back into the apartment as he grabbed a few wine coolers from the fridge. Pulling out the food from the plastic bag so you two could chow down and enjoy each other’s time together.

But...things didn’t go exactly how you two thought it would. When you two finished your food..you both became competent, very quickly and dangerously competent. Ya both became cocky at this point.

In between the racing map changes you two would down your food, take a drink of the wine cooler, and even the quickest bathroom break in the world. You two were trying to see how many you could win, and obviously it was neck and neck.

Turning the wii controller slightly because you were in the habit of actually starring when it comes to video game driving. Your kart hit one of the boxes as the banana peel was selected. Realizing that Joe was coming up from last place, you released the banana when he was about to pass you.

“FUCK!”

“HA! NICE TRY!” Crossing the finish line as you began doing a little dance in front of Joe since now you were tied. Even though you’ve ran out of maps for this Mario kart game. Being the cheeky devil Joe has always been, especially with you. He decided to pull out the wii and play the ultimate map. Rainbow road..

“You’re really going to pull out the wii? Do we even still have the wii?” Asking him as he grabbed a piece of his steak then walking over to the tiny storage closest you guys shared.

“Yes we still do because playing wii Mario kart is still so much fun. Or are you scared pussy?” Raising his eyebrows as your lips curled then putting your hands on your hips.

“The only pussy in this room is the one grabbing the wii out of the closet because you can’t handle that your girl is better at Mario Kart than you.” YOu were joking obviously..but ya know. When you get two cocky people in the same room and both of you hate losing

“Game on bitch!” He began plugging in the wii as you cleared the table from dinner and grabbing more alcohol from the fridge. If you were going to win, you were going to celebrate. If you were going to lose, Joe is sleeping on the couch.. seems fair right?

You and Joe played rainbow road at a party where you guys actually first met and both of you tied. (You actually crossed first by a literal second but Joe wasn’t having it so he called it a tie.) But now every time you two need to settle a debate, he grabs the wii and you guys play rainbow road..yes you’re with a grown man slash child.

He handed you the wii remote as you sat down on the couch, picked your character and car quickly. It was taking a little longer to load because the wii is old and you were both just so damn impatient.

“I want you to know babe...that whatever happens. I still love you...but if you win I’m going to punch a hole in the wall.”

“Okay Kyle.” Chuckling as the track appeared before us. Getting into sitting position then taking a quick drink of your wine cooler.

Pressing the accelerator lightly till the light turned green and you were off. Damn it car didn’t stall you thought as you began driving faster down the first hill as he managed to zoom past you. Lifting your wii controller on the jump to get that extra speed caused you to catch back up to him.

So many sharp turns holy shit! Hitting your first box to see that it was a red shell and Joe was getting a little ahead of you. Moving your car directly behind him then launching your shell at him.

“GOTCHA HOE!” Laughing as he got frustrated quickly.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” He whispered as you were bouncing on top of the wiggle track till fucking baby peach knocked you over the edge.

“NO! SHIT SHIT!” Screaming as Joe clapped his hands and was already way pass you. Stuck in dead last place and dodging all the bananas that were left on the road. Some reason your wrist were doing one thing and your kart was doing something completely different.

Your kart smashed through the box and the rocket appeared before you. Looking over at Joe as he looked onto my screen and his eyes widened in absolute fear.

“Comin’ for you bitch!” Slamming the button as you turned into a rocket and began plowing your way through the track! Catching up to Joe then turning back into a kart. Neck and neck again as you rounded the corner and began accelerating, making it slightly into first.

“Face it babe! You’re not as good as SHIT!” You screamed as a blue shell smashed into you and caused you to fly off the road. Joe passed the finish line and screamed, smashing the controller into the couch and practically dancing. Looking at the time and realizing you could go to bed and be perfectly fine.

Getting up from the couch to grab your wine cooler and leaving the room to the bedroom. Slamming the door behind you then locking it. Joe snapped back from his win to then approached the bedroom door.

“Babe..don’t be a party pooper because you lost. Just let me in babe.” He was giggling at you. If he could burst into laughter he would because he’s such a butt hole. You grabbed one of his pillows and a very thin blanket to then open the door and tossing it at him.

“I beat you at Mario Kart and now you’re banishing me to the couch for the night?” Groaning as you locked the door.

“Yes. Fuck you.” You began getting undressed for bed as you heard him shifting in front of the bedroom door. Is he going to sleep in front of the doorway? The little butt hole is going to sleep in front of the door...that’s a major fire hazard. But that’s what he gets for winning. Sometimes winning isn’t always as glorious as it should be.

Climbing into bed and turning off the light. You had to get up a little early because there’s a conference in Connecticut that you forgot to mention to Joe..since you forgot about it till now. TO then climb out of bed to open the door to him laying down in front of the door.

“Joe..fire hazard.” He looked up to then put the blanket over his head.

“You kicked me out of the bedroom. Fuck you.” Doing a Jim Halpert camera look then squatting down to him.

“I also forgot to mention that I have a conference in Connecticut tomorrow and was hoping you would join me.” He stayed silent and you just gave up, walking back into the bedroom but not locking the door.

The alarm began going off that morning for you to wake up and see that the bed was empty. Oh for fuck sake you thought to yourself as you threw off the comforter to then open the door. Marching out but tripping over him because you weren’t expecting him to still be in front of the doorway.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” His eyes opened with a smile on his face. You stayed on the floor with your feet on his side because it’s seven in the morning and Joe is causing a fire hazard in your apartment. He’s trying to make you feel bad for condoning him to couch which turned into the front of the door.

“Ughh fine. I’m sorry Joe I banished you to the couch because you beat me in Mario kart. You are the supreme ruler of all Mario Kart..all hail Joe Mazzello the third..the ruler of Mario Kart.” He got up to crawl on top of you as you skinned over with a pouty face.

“Love you babe.” He kissed your nose then pecked your lips.

“Love you too..butt hole.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around him to pull him down into a kiss.

Yes..you two love each other because you both are absolutely crazy...so it works nicely!

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queen-paladin · 5 years

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How I Loved You, How I Cried

Context: Gwiylim Lee x F! Reader. A few minutes after your virginity loss to Gwilym and their first night together, (Y/N) feels the courage to confess something personal from her past to him and let him know about a personal trauma... Angst/Fluff

CONTENT WARNINGS: mentions of sex, swearing, sexual assault, not the world’s best grammar.

(I have been a fanfiction reading stan on this site for months and now it is my turn to share what I myself wrote! Hello there! This is the not the first fanfic I have ever written, but definitely the first Bohrap cast fanfiction I have written. The original came in two parts and I am hesitant to post the first one with the actual v-card loss and sexytimes in it, unless asked for so maybe ? a ? oneshot ? I would personally love to thank the support I have gotten for this decision to post my own Bohrap/Queen writing online. I will give copyrights to @theborhapboysawakenedmywhatever for a little bit of inspiration in the beginning from the Aftercare headcanons. Also tagging @sohoneyspreadyourwings and @musicalprostitue for the encouragement today...so here we go! Other fics to come soon!

Also, I read or saw somewhere Gwilym was Cassio in Othello in a stage production at some point, but if I am wrong, let me know immediately and I will fix it. And if I am right, someone please say so and tell me what other Shakespeare he has done. Because I am curious. Maybe it may play into some future fics *wink*)

You lie panting for a little bit, now that the climax has tizzied away. You hear Gwil next to you, doing the same. You start to get up on your elbows.

“Let me go get you-”

“Oh no, you don’t have to. You’re the one new to this. Please let me take care of you, let me hold you.”

“Okay.”

He pulls a soft, grey blanket scrunched in a corner of the duvet and wraps it over you like a cape. You feel one of his arms scoop under you and the other around you and you do the same. He nuzzles his face in your hair and you in his chest, smelling his soap. Both of you silently play footsie for a bit, giggling like children for a second. He’s so tall you had to stretch your toes to reach his until you give up and use part of your foot to gently poke his shin.

“How was I?” you ask.

“You were incredible, Y/N”

“Thank you, for everything you did for me tonight” you say, nuzzling his chest a bit.

“You’re welcome” he says. You feel his hand reach your back and trace bits of your spine and ribs. You start to lightly tickle what chest hairs you see and trace figure eights.

“Fy cariad bach, my little goddess, Rydych yn hardd, my sweet bird” he whispers.

Eventually he lets go and you feel a bit of coolness. The blanket drapes off some of him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Gwil goes to put on some blue boxers and offers you some of his that can fit you and an old, white t-shirt. It’s not your most fashionable look, but neither of you care.

A sudden urge hits you. If you don’t talk about it now, you don’t think you ever will.

“Now that we’ve done this, Gwilym...” you say. He perks a bit at the mention of his fuller name.

“There’s something I’d like to tell you. But could you hold me again while I talk about it...I mean, like spoon me?” you ask. It would be easier if you couldn’t feel the pressure to make eye contact or see his face.

“Yes”

You turn over to face the wall and the bedside desk. A couple of the leftover rose petals tumble in your hair and a couple rest in your peripheral vision. He was so sure you were comfortable tonight he made the effort to decorate the bed with rose petals. You feel his arms wrap around your stomach and his chin on your head. You take a deep breath, enjoying the moment. Outside,birds are chirping a little in the night. A fan in the room was turned on in the midst of the scramble for comfy clothes and it purrs and blows cool air. You take five seconds to enjoy it before you begin.

“I told you I am-was a virgin. And it’s true. But only technically true. Everything I am about to tell you really happened. Please believe me.”

You sigh deeply. Then you feel ready to relive it one more time.

“There was another boy. He was my cousin. It was Easter and the family were all together after church. When everyone was preoccupied, he took me to the guest bedroom. He asked me to take my clothes off. I did. Then he took off his. He led me to the closet and turned off the lights. It was pitch dark and I couldn’t see a thing, but I could feel. I don’t even remember much. I was in such shock. I’ve kept blocking it from my mind. I remember his...his penis touching me, though. I was lying on the floor and he was doing something like push ups over me. I don’t know if he went into me or not. I don’t remember. I felt so uncomfortable I cried and begged him to stop. He did. We got out and dressed and he told me not to tell anyone. I’ve only told my immediate family and the odd counselor or rare friend and now you.”

You pause for a little to let it soak in. You hear that he has no comment yet to say. Maybe he is taking it in. Then you decide to include the last, and most important detail.

“I was nine years old.”

There is a pause even stiller than before.

“And at the time, I didn’t even know what sex was at the time, much less what happened to me.”

Your heart is picking up speed again. At once you feel relief that you don’ t have to hide or bury this burden with your boyfriend anymore. But at the same time, here you were, out in the open. Nowehere to hide. After all, moments before you decided to reveal your naked body to him. Now it seemed as if he saw your own inner nakedness and was waiting for his verdict.

“Do you believe me?” you ask.

“I do”

You feel his arms tense up a little bit. Almost in anger, almost to keep you secure.

“Oh my god...that bastard...that’s horrible.”

You feel a couple of tears well up. The pain and confusion and loss that hit you years ago has returned. It returns every time you recount it.

“I was so scared...You would think that I was so inexperienced you would be bored and tired of me or that...that I was ...was damaged goods. Either way, I wasn’t good enough, especially not for you.”

“No, no, not at all.” he insists. You give yourself permission to cry for a bit.

“The whole damaged goods thing is just old-fashioned bullshit” Gwilym insists “ And even if you were inexperienced, if you wanted anything or needed help, I could help you. You were wonderful just now, cariad. I had a wonderful hour I will never forget.”

You feel him gently turn around. By this point, there have been more tears wiping off what makeup you have put on for tonight. The little blemishes on your face and eyes are revealed. It almost makes you cry more, since you are worried this is the most unattractive you seem in front of Gwil. You decide to look at him in his blue eyes and continue rambling. More things, things you have rearely talked about, begin unpiling.

“I sometimes wonder if I led him on-”

“A nine year old girl? If a man or any guy is turned on by a nine year old girl, he’s the one with a problem.” He wipes away a couple tears with his hands. He cups your face with all the gentleness in the world.

“I can’t imagine what it was like or how it is like. But it was not your fault. You didn’t even bloody know what was happening. He was just some prick who took advantage of a child. That’s the nicest thing I can say about him.”

Gwil begins to wipe a few more tears that fall down from your cheeks. Even with your bare, blemished face, reddened and scrunched from crying, he loves you deeply.

“Three words from me, and Rami, Ben and Joe would have a man hunt for him. I think Lucy would especially enjoy parading around town waving your cousin’s head on a spike”

You smile, both of you chuckling at the image. You move over and kiss him softly, in gratitude.

“That’s why I thank you. Because for years, I hated the idea of sex once I learned about it. If I ever got aroused, I hated myself and called myself a slut and a whore. The idea of a wedding night felt like an execution to me. I had my first boyfriend, he loved that I was virtuous or whatever but whenever he hugged or wanted to kiss me, I was a little terrified. And it showed. He was mad that I wouldn't let him touch me. He broke up with me before we could even kiss. I felt like if I wasn’t the way I was, if I wasn’t such a prude when it came to those kinds of things, he would have stayed with me.”

“Honestly, the whole prude idea can go to hell. No one should be rushed or humiliated into anything they aren’t ready for” he whispers.

You flinch, wondering how Gwil would feel with you talking about past relationships. But he is still. His eyes are crying a little bit too. One hand is wrapped around to caress you and the other still holding your cheek.

“Then I met you.” you say. “And I agreed to date you. And be your girlfriend. You never do anything without asking me first. And whenever I let you, I feel good. Warm. Safe. Loved. I decided it was right to make my sex debut with you. It felt...natural. I actually wanted to do it...And there’s no one else on earth I would rather have it be, than you.”

Gwil hugs you tighter and peppers you with loving kisses. He is now smiling, in spite of the tears both of you have shed, starting to dry.

“Y/N, you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met. I promise to you, now, you are always safe with me, especially in here. You have no reason to hide. It is never easy to live with this, but I will be with you and help you every step of the way. I love you so much. And I will always protect you. Even though it still haunts you, just know, at least, even when it feels unbearable, know I am here. And I adore you. And you are safe” Gwil says, leaving a slow, romantic, tender kiss on your lips. You both begin to smile again through it.

After a moment, he fetches you both a glass of water. Crying always made both of you thirsty, and now that your deepest emotions are released, the water replenishes. You ask him about his experience with Shakespeare and if there are some of the Shakespeare lines he still remembers and you fall asleep safe in Gwil’s arms, bits of Cassio’s lines from Othello lulling you both to peace.

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radiosteve · 5 years

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Need Your Loving Tonight Ch. 1

Summary: Y/n sits at her desk late one night in 1967, hung up with making the biggest decision of her life. College. To stay or to go? Ultimately her choice leads her to the far off land of London where she has a little trouble adjusting. But one tall, curly haired boy in her astronomy lecture might change that.

Note: Hi, this is the first fanfic I’m posting on tumblr so I hope you enjoy!! I’m planning on making it into a series and I’m not sure how many parts it will be. It’s going to start off a little slow and the actual main romance won’t come in for a few chapters. But here is some back story and a little platonic Brian. (This can be viewed with the bohrap boys as well if you want but I imagined the actual members of Queen as I wrote) The photo is one I found on google. I do not own any rights to it.

Side Note: The italicized sentences are the readers thoughts. It just felt better writing them that way.

Pairing: (will be) Roger Taylor x Reader x John Deacon

Words: 1.6k+

April 10, 1967

This was huge. It was the biggest decision you’ve made in your life thus far. You sat at your desk, staring at the ink covered pages that sat before you. All three welcoming you to a new chapter of your life. The first one, the cheapest, but ultimately the most unsatisfying. The second, the smartest, but also the most stressful. And the third page, the farthest and most daunting. One wrong choice and your whole life could change forever. A future that may never be just because you chose a different option. Damn it. Stop panicking.You’re making it way harder than it has to be. I mean, it’s just college right?

Ok, lets go over the options again. Cheapest, smartest, farthest. You glanced across your desk, catching a glimpse of a worn photo in a shattered frame. The photo showed a small girl with two pigtails wrapped in red bows sat on top of a slide, laughing as a man and woman stood by her side ready to catch her. If only life had stayed that simple. Unfortunately, that little girl had to grow up and so did her parents. They learned to despise each other, staying together only to protect that small girl with pigtails. Little did they know that their anger for each other was the thing that drove the girl away.

With a sigh, you turned your focus back to the three acceptance letters that still occupied your thoughts. Your heart began to pound. It’s only the rest of your life. Your breath quickened and you couldn’t breathe. Not this shit again. Close your eyes. Close ‘em.

A cool breeze floated all around you as your vision was blurred by the sun. The sound of waves crashing echoed across your mind as you averted your gaze from the sky. The sand between your toes grounded you as the sea air slowly filled your lungs. A sense of peace washed over you like the waves that stood only a few feet away. It was the place you felt safest. Your happy place.

You opened your eyes again, grabbing the seashell that sat on top of your desk next to the picture frame. Feeling the rough surface of the shell made the decision much easier. It’s all about risks and taking chances. You threw two of the three papers away and quickly picked up the pen that rested next to the remaining letter. This is what I need, newness and distance. Uncapping the pen you scribbled a check mark next to the box that said “I will attend Imperial College London for the 1967 fall semester.

August 29, 1967

Surprisingly, saying goodbye to all of the loved ones you’ve ever known wasn’t the hardest part about the move. Instead, it was the actual moving that was the issue. Packing up all of our worldly possessions to take on an airplane to London was quite the tedious task. If you didn’t believe that your dad hated you before, you definitely believed it after watching him groan while he paid the extra luggage fees. After and abridged goodbye to your parents and a long flight to London, you felt at peace with abandoning your small town in Southern New Jersey. It will still be waiting for you when you get back. The beach will still fill your best and calmest dreams. But now it was time for something new. The future.

September 19, 1967

Entering your third week of college in the great city of London felt strange and surreal. Little five year old Y/n could never have dreamed that she would one day end up at an incredible school in a foreign country. She also wouldn’t believe that you’ve been here for nearly a month now and the only person you’ve befriended was your roommate Sally. You kind of want to kick your dumbass self for thinking it would be easy to make friends in college. You also think that being one of the only Americans at Imperial was definitely something you should have considered before checking that “will attend” box.

You were still adjusting to the college lifestyle and the change in time zones. Needless to say, you didn’t get much sleep. That’s how you found yourself here, fifteen minutes into your intro to astronomy class with a dazed look on your face as your hand struggled to hold your head up. Eventually the battle of consciousness was lost and your head slowly drifted towards the desk in front of you. Your sheet of notes was left abandoned as you slept for what felt like the first time in weeks. Thank god it was a big lecture hall so hardly anyone cared or noticed that you had fallen asleep in the middle of class.

But one person that did notice was the tall, fluffy haired boy that sat beside you. Ever since the first day of class he always admired the clothes that you wore and how you presented yourself. Your array of band shirts and the latest fashion drew him in, but not as much as the smile that was always painted on your face as you entered the lecture hall . You seemed tough and courageous in his eyes but also so shy and small. He gently removed your hair from your unfinished notes and began to scribble on the sheet, barely paying attention to the professor in the front of the room.

“Alright, that’s enough for the day,” the professor said after another forty minutes of class. “I’ll see you all again on Thursday. Class dismissed.” The curly haired boy stood up, grabbing his bag and slinging it across his back. He leaned down to tap you on the shoulder, effectively waking you up. Your eyes shot open and you slowly picked your head up off the desk, smoothing your hair down.

“You fell asleep about fifteen minutes in,” the boy spoke as you began to gather up your things and shove them in your bag.

“Shit,” you mumbled and stood up, trying to catch a peak of the clock but being denied by the small afro of curls sported the boy in front of you.

“I-uh took notes for you after you fell asleep,” he spoke as he handed you a sheet of the most meticulous and detailed notes you had ever seen. “I’ve read all about astronomy. I secretly think I know more than the professor,” he added, and the small smile that he had grown to admire appeared on your face.

“Thanks,” you spoke softly before finally seeing the clock on the wall that read 1:47. Shit. You told Sally you would meet her at your dorm at two o’clock so you two could go to Fine Fare and get some snacks. You began to leave the classroom, thinking no more of the tall boy’s nice gesture.

“Where are you going,” the boy followed next you as you pushed through the hallway, trying to find the exit.

“To my dorm. I’m supposed to meet my roommate at two,” you said, finally finding the glass doors that led outside. The boy beside you looked a little taken back after you spoke. What the hell was so wrong with meeting up with your roommate?

“You’re American?” he asked, a look of surprise filtered across his face. That’s when you remembered that despite the fact that you now live in London, you’re still some out of place American. You nodded, a little afraid to speak again and confirm you American-ness. “That’s so cool! I’ve never met an American that goes to Imperial before,” he exclaimed as he continued to follow your route across campus to your dorm. “I’ve always dreamed of going to America one day with my band,” he spoke so quietly that you barely heard it.

“You’re in a band?” you asked, looking up to meet the eyes of the tall boy walking beside you. There were two things you loved with all your heart: music and the beach. Moving away from the sandy shore had taken its toll but you have been trying to fill it with the soft sounds of a guitar. Befriending a boy in a band could help bridge that gap a little quicker.

“No, no. I’d love to be. I want to be. I just haven’t found the right people yet,” he glanced down at you, and you flashed your bright smile at him once more. “I love music, probably more than astronomy. I’d love to immerse myself in it and I think a band would be great for that.”

“So not only are you a science geek, but you’re also a music nerd?” you giggled as a smirk appeared on your face. His mouth opened and closed as if he was trying to speak but couldn’t form the words. You stopped walking as you approached the front of your dorm building before he spoke again.

“Yeah, I supposed I am,” he grinned while you laughed at his response.

“Well, this is my dorm. It was really nice to meet you. And thanks again for the notes,” you said, showing him the paper, covered with his writing that you still had clutched in your hand.

“It was no problem really,” he replied, looking back at you before you began to turn away from him. “I’m Brian by the way!” he yelled across the grass that stood between him on the sidewalk and you near the entrance of your building.

“Y/n,” you called back, flashing your famous grin. “I’ll see you in astronomy. Try not to nerd out too much,” you pushed the door open and stepped inside as you heard a faint shout from behind you.

“I will! As long as you stay awake next time!” And with that you headed towards the stairs with a page full of astronomy notes and a new curly haired friend.

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likesomekindofcheese · 2 years

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may I request something where joe mazzello is married to a lead singer of a band and has been for a while and she's brought up in an interview and he talks about how they met💞

Sure thing!

A/N: sorry these have been coming out slow. It's just lately I have been losing motivation to write for Queen and BohRap Cast members and I got distracted by other fanfic writing projects. Anyways, here ya go!

No warnings minus an accident where a dog is almost harmed but ends up safe (inspired by The Gilded Age)- just fluff!

Reader here is female, per the person's request.

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"Good Morning, Y/N! Tell us- isn't today your anniversary with Joe Mazzello?"

You nodded in the chair of the morning show. Your eyes adjusted t the glare of the bright lights. From behind one camera, leaning against the wall was your beloved husband. His hands were in his pockets and he was grinning, beaming as he watched you.

You looked at the lady with heavy pink lipstick and pearls for eight in the morning and nodded your head.

"Yes, I am! It's our third anniversary!" you answered.

She tilted her head, but you could tell that her pink, made-up smile was genuine. Although she was more accustomed to being glamorous and dressed nicely in the morning than you were, there was a real curiosity in her- like talking to a new friend, not a news show host.

"Congratulations!" she cried.

"Thank you!" you said.

"Is it hard with Little and Fierce touring so much?"

"Yes, I will admit, it does get hard. Sometimes I get so hoarse the next day I can't call him- all the singing you know. But he understands that even just texting is fine. Joe loves me and he supports me- this was always a dream of mine to be a singer in a band and he wants that for me..."

"Awww, how sweet!" she cooed.

You noticed Joe himself turned a little pink and folded his arms. You threw a look at him and he gave you a wink.

"How did you two meet?" she asked.

You let out a little laugh. Your eyes went up to dig the memory from your mind and then you began.

"You see...you know my dog Bean?"

"Oh yes- the corgi, right?"

"Right! He's still my baby! Well, I had just gotten him. He was just a little puppy and the apple of my eye- still is! And I was out in the city, walking him. Suddenly, I tripped over something on the sidewalk- something on the pavement, I, uh, think. And uhm...it surprised me so much I let go of the leash and Bean ran away- right into the street!"

"What! No!" she gasped.

"I had a heart attack- there were cars coming and they couldn't see the little guy! Then I saw a flash of red hair and...uh, Joe ran in."

"Into traffic?"

"Yup! He managed to dodge around the cars, scoop Bean into his arms, and get him to safety! Then he met me and Joe gave this...this smile. And...I, uh, I don't believe in love at first sight but...when he looked at me..."

Joe's own hazel eyes shot up. His face softened.

"I just knew he would change my life the moment I met him and he handed Bean to me. We then went out together. And the rest is history..." you finished.

And what a happy, blissful history you two had and had yet to create!

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bohemiansweede · 4 years

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X-mas Fics

Here are my Christmas Fics with Queen

Warnings Smut 🔞

Please enjoy the Christmas, be safe out there

First time in Santa's lap Ch 1

Mulled wine

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Under the

Misteltoe

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Christmas shopping

Coming home for Christmas

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Unwrapped

Baby it's

Cold outside

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In the lap of Santa

In Santa's

Workshop

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Santa baby

Enjoy my Christmas novels

Be safe out there

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oscar-piastri · 5 years

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i don’t mind how long it takes but just an imagine with ben and the reader do a movie together (before bohrap) and only “confirm” that they are dating after the bohrap press so she goes to a premiere night with him and they get interviewed about eachother and they are trying not to reveal too much about the relationship. anyway just fluff and cuteness cause they know eachother so well but try not to make it obvious how good they are for eachother!! take ur time!! thanks xx

so here i am instead of studying :)) also thank you for requesting something ♥

pairing: ben hardy x reader

words: 1k

notes: i’m working on two new imagines and there is one waiting to be posted! can’t wait to be saturday to write

“How are things with your fellow castmate Y/N? We saw that she made a little appearance in Bohemian Rhapsody” the interviewer asked Ben, making his cheeks turn into a bright shade of red. Joe who was sitting next to him was wearing a giant smirk on his face.

“It was great, yeah. I mean, we already made a movie together a while ago, so it was good to see a familiar face on set” Ben explained, as he tried to stop his cheeks from burning red.

You were standing behind the cameras waiting with your other castmates your turn to get interviewed. You couldn’t help but giggle when Ben tried to answer the question without blurting out that you were together. It’s not that you wanted to keep it a secret, many people know about it, it’s just that it’s not everyone's business.

You met Ben a few years back, on set of a movie. You two became friends right away and after spending months together your friendly feelings evolved in romantic feelings.But some people always thought you were together and you often got asked this question, and the two of you never denied or confirmed those assumptions.

You both always got along about the fact that you liked keeping some aspects of your life private; and your blossoming relationship was one of them. The fact that yourself weren’t a really big famous actor helped; people rarely got involved in your private life, letting you live like you wanted.

When you got back to the hotel, you were pretty exhausted. Doing interviews all day drained your body from all the energy you had and you collapsed in the giant bed you were sharing with Ben.

“You know, maybe we should confirm it” Ben asked you as he joined you in bed, laying close to you

Your face was buried deep in the pillow but his sentence made you look at him “Why?”

“Because I don’t think I can contain myself any longer. And now that the spotlight is on us again, we’re going to be everywhere and everyone is gonna make assumptions about us….. I think it’ll be better if we just tell them the truth” He said, playing with your hair.

“Fair point….” You agreed, softly smiling. Ben smiled right back at you before pulled you closer to him. The two of you were aware that now with all those movies coming out, your privacy was slowly gonna fade away, so you decided to just do it, instead of having people stealing it from you.

The next day was off, so Ben and yourself decided to go out to celebrate this cherished day off where you could just be together. You just got out of the shower when you saw that your phone was blowing up with notifications. You quickly made a connection when you saw Ben standing all happy in front of you, where he was handing you your phone. The screen wsa showing a picture of you, asleep with the caption “Two years down, many more to come with this one”

“Is that how you wanted to confirm our relationship?” you giggled seeing the proud face your boyfriend was wearing

“Don’t make fun of me! My idea was the best” he pouted, trying to make you believe he was offended.

“I admit, it was a cute idea” you said before kissing him.

Now, the whole world was aware that you were in a relationship and you quickly became a popular couple, making you some sort of attraction at events. This time where you attended a movie premiere for Ben’s new movie wasn’t an exception.

“Y/N, you look lovely!” The interviewed complimented and you thanked them blushing. “So tell me, are you proud of Ben for this movie?” he asked you, pointing the mic to you.

You carefully listened to the question and you didn’t hesitate any second before you answered. “Oh you know, I’m always proud of Ben and what he achieved! I’m pretty sure I’m his biggest fan” you told the interviewer, giggling when you said the last words. The interviewer was in awe and looked happy to have caught this on camera. You waved them goodbye and went to see another interviewer that has been calling you.

“Y/N, hello !” she greeted you and you smiled. “Fans are going crazy since Ben announced your relationship a few months ago. Why did you decided to let the world know after already two years of relationship?” she asked and you weirdly tried to keep your smile on.

“Well… Ben and I really wanted to keep our private life private because we didn’t know how things were gonna go. But now, I’m not gonna lie, I want the whole world to know that this little English boy stole my heart” you said. You noticed that the interviewer was smiling as well but looking behind you, you were about to turn around when you felt two arms on your waist, hugging you from behind.

“Talking about me, ladies?” Ben asked grinning and the interviewer giggled blushing.

“Nope, we were talking about my other boyfriend. He’s really nice, you should meet him” you joked and Ben softly kissed your hair.

“You guys are lovely! I’m pretty sure we can post those footages with the hashtag #PowerCouple. Anyway, moving on! I’ve got some more questions about your relationship, may I ask them?” she asked again and you knew deep down that you didn’t want to answer any of them.

Yes, Ben and you confirmed your relationship but you still wanted to keep it just for the two of you. You really weren’t ready to shary any details with people you didn’t know, knowing that it could be twisted and used against you somehow.

“Uh, sorry but that won’t be possible. My agent out there is calling for us. Maybe next time?” Ben explained, smiling at the interviewer and hoping she wouldn’t catch him telling a lie. Ben felt the same way as you, so you knew the agent calling him was just his way of avoiding those questions without sounding rude.

“Nice one” you whispered making Ben chuckle as you walk away from the press and cameras to get inside the building, joining Ben’s castmates.

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softspaceboibrian · 5 years

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One More Present (Ben Hardy x reader)

Request: Can you write a ben hardy one where its the readers birthday and she celebrates it on the bohrap set and they have a party and ben proposes to the reader? (@kellysimagines )

A/N: I hope you like it!! I tried my best (and got very cheesy at the end lol). let me know what you think! and for everyone else, remember, don't be afraid to send in you requests!!

Warnings: none, just super fluffy and cheesy

Wc: 2312

Being Ben’s girlfriend had definitely its perks, such as being able to visit him whenever he was on the set of one of his new movies, meeting the cast and getting a few sneak peeks. And that was the case with Bohemian Rhapsody. As soon as he found out he was going to be playing none other than Roger Taylor in the new Queen biopic, he called you to let you know. He sounded ecstatic and you were thrilled for him, you were happy he was finally getting some recognition for his talent.

When the “band practice” for the movie started, he never missed the chance to bring her along with him to their usual get-togethers, dinners and so on, wanting her to get to know his new cast mates and secretly wanting to show her off. It goes without saying that you immediately grew close with Lucy and Priya, having girls night in and out. But a friendship that didn’t go unnoticed was the one between Gwilym and you. Ben found more than once the two of you chatting about something too clever for normal people to understand, as Ben and Joe would say. But luckily Ben never got jealous, not of him, at least. He trusted you and the feeling was mutual.

When your birthday came around, Ben thought it would have been nice to throw a little surprise party for you on set. He started organising everything almost a month prior, wanting everything to be perfect. Nothing too big, since he knew you weren’t that fond of surprises, but he wanted to do something special for you, something to celebrate the love of his life. He even went all the way and brought you a few small presents, something to show you how much he loved you.

When the big day finally arrived, you woke up in an extremely good mood. The previous night you had baked some cookies for the cast – and they loved your cookies. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, before sitting up, the smell of freshly made coffee and pancakes hit your nose, bringing a smile to your face. You pulled yourself out of the bed, dragging your feet down the hallway, yawning while walking inside the warm kitchen.

Ben was just placing your plate on the table when he saw you, walking over to you and pulling you into a soft yet firm hug, his lips gently pressed against your forehead. “Good morning, birthday girl” He whispered, his hand reaching for yours and guiding you towards the table, pulling out the chair for you. “How did you sleep?”

“Pretty well, thanks. My boyfriend never fails at keeping me warm” You giggled, holding his hands for a few more seconds, enough for you to place a quick kiss on his knuckles, before letting go.

Breakfast was good, as always. It might not look like it, but Ben was an amazing cook, and you were sure his pancakes were the best of London, if not the whole United Kingdom. After placing all the dishes in the sink, you ran inside the bathroom, wanting to be able to shower before him, so that you could have enough time afterwards to blow dry your hair and get ready. You had talked about it with Ben, telling him how much you wanted to spend your birthday with the cast, with your friends. And Ben was happy to have you there, on set, with him, for a whole day. Suspiciously happy. He had been acting weird for a couple weeks at that point, but you didn’t worry. You thought he was simply stressed out because if this role. Little did you know it was for a totally different reason.

You had decided to put on a nice, black shirt-dress with pink flowers all over it, cinched in with a belt, accentuating your curves. It was your day after all, and you wanted to look at your best. You slipped on your black platform boots and your jeans jacket, before walking into the living room, where Ben was standing, waiting for you, probably texting the boys. As soon as he saw you, his face lit up. He stepped closer to you, his arms finding their way around your waists. “A princess” he whispered, only a few inches away from your face, with that devilish smile of his on his lips. “I’m so luckily to have you”

“Shut up” you giggled, burying your face against his chest, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. You loved when Ben talked to you like that, telling you how pretty he thought you looked, how luckily he was to have you in his life, and lately he had been doing it more and more often. “We should probably get going” you said, pressing a quick peck on his lips, before starting to walk towards the front door, Frankie tiptoeing right behind you, probably hoping you would take her with you.

“You sure you don’t want to stay here for a little longer? I mean, we could run a little late and say we just got lost doing breakfast or got stuck in traffic” He was right behind you in a heartbeat, hands lingering around your waists, pulling you closer, so that your back was pressed against his chest, his crotch against you ass.

“As much as I would love to do that, I think we should postpone our plans till tonight. Because, babyboy, not even Brian would buy that excuse” You giggled, turning around in his arms and pressing yet another soft peck against his lips, before taking his hand and walking out of your shared apartment, while Ben protested.

You had moved in with Ben a little over a year into the relationship. He had told you how much happier and relaxed whenever he got to fall asleep with you in his arms and wake up the following morning to find you there, still asleep, lightly snoring, your hair a mess. You had protested, saying that you didn’t look good in the mornings, and he replied by saying that you were a vision for sore eyes, even when at “your worse” – which, he reminded you of each morning by peppering your face with gentle kisses.

When you finally arrived on set, you walked to Ben’s trailer, wanting to leave there the cookies and the champagne you had brought to have with the cast during their lunch break. As soon as you reached the set, everyone immediately showered you with birthday wishes. Even Brian and Roger, who Ben had made sure would be there, hugged you and wished you “happy birthday”. And that was more than enough for you. You didn’t need parties, dinners at fancy restaurants, brunches and all that stuff, all you needed was your friends.

“Bunny, you think you could get going and pick up the stuff we brought from the trailer? We’ll be with you at the tables in the lunch room shortly” Ben said in his full on Roger costume, looking as good as ever. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, before going back to running a few more lines. You simply agreed, think it would be a smart move and you would also have time to call your parents, check in with them and thanked them for the sweet messages they sent you that morning. So, just like that, you wandered off, greeting a few people on your way to the trailer, thanking them if they wished you a happy birthday, until you finally reached your destination. You did what you had to do and picked the bag with the cookies and the champagne bottle. You were too lost in your thoughts to realise every one was already standing in the break room when you finally walked in. The only thing that brought you back to reality was everyone’s voice screaming in choir “Surprise!”, catching you off guard.

“What is this?” You asked, a bit confused, but with the biggest smile presses on your face.

“It’s for you, silly” Ben walked over to you, pulling you immediately against his chest, enveloping you in a warm hug. “Happy birthday, my love”

You couldn’t actually believe your eyes. Ben had done all of that just for you: he made sure they were going to be eating your favourite food, bought helium balloons of your favourite colour, even asked to have the afternoon off so that he could spend it with you. You didn’t deserve him, you thought to yourself, walking over to where everyone else was standing, thanking them for the surprise.

The lunch went great, you all had fun listening to Brian and Roger telling you about the good old days, about something stupid they did that one time with the band in that one city in the US. When you took out your cookies, everyone cheered; Joe even stole one of the two boxing, telling you he loved them too much and he was going to take them home and eat them that night. Then, it was presents time: you told everyone they didn’t have to, that their friendship was more than enough, but Rami replied by telling you that you needed to be spoiled, at least on your day. Everyone bought you something. Gwil gave you that book you two had been talking about lately, with a cute note inside; Lucy and Rami bought you tickets to the West End musical you wanted to see so badly; Allen and Priya got together and bought you a purse. Joe, wanting to be a bit more sentimental, gave you a beautiful picture frame with a picture you took all together at one of the first dinners that was hosted at Roger’s. Roger and Brian thought it would be nice to give you something of their own: Roger gave you an old fur coat he used to wear in the 70s and Brian one of his old jackets that had thought of lending to Gwil for the movie, but that didn’t make the cut. Last but not least, it was Ben’s turn. You looked at him, your head slightly tilted to the side “Is everything okay?” He looked nervous.

“Yes, I just hope you like my presents” he smiled, before handing you the slightly bigger of the two velvet blue boxes he was holding in his hands. You smiled, gently opening the box: inside there was a small necklace, with your favourite stone and an engraved pendant that said “like the sun loves the moon”. Your eyes immediately became glossy at the memory of the first time he told you that phrase. It was the time he told you he wanted something more serious with you, he wanted to go public, he wanted you to move in. “Because I love you. I love you like the sun loves the moon, that dies every night just to let her breath”.

“That’s cheesy” commented Joe, after you quickly explained what that phrase stood for.

“ Let them be, Mazzello. You’re just jealous” Lucy laughed, winking in your direction.

“That’s possible” he said, looking at Ben. They exchanged a few silent words, a quiet conversation that ended with Ben nodding his head, before turning it once again in your direction.

“There’s one more present” he said, giving you a soft smile, before handing you the other blue velvet box. You took it from his hands, feeling everyone’s gaze on you. You didn’t know why, but you started to feel nervous. You looked down at the box in your hand, opening it slowly. As soon as you saw what was inside, your heart skipped several beats: it was a beautiful ring, with a stone that matched the necklace. You turned around to thank Ben and you found him there, knelt down on one knee, with glossy eyes and his beautiful smile. “I wanted to do this since the day I met you. That was my plan all along. You know, like Jim from The Office, marrying you a long, long time ago, pretty much the day I met you” you could help but let out a watery chuckle, gently placing your hand on his cheek. “But then I decided to wait, to see where this would take us and, now, look at us. If I’m living my dream it’s because of you and all the times you told me to keep going, to keep working for it. So thank you” At that point you knelt down on your knees before him, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. “I want to have what we have for the rest of our lives. I want to wake up next to you, I want to fall asleep on the couch and having to pick you up bridal style to take you to bed, so that you don’t wake up. I want to surprise you with your favourite flowers and fight with you over who had to wash the dishes. I want to grow old with you and have a family, a real family. I want to be the father of your children. I want to take care of you till our dying days.” Tears were streaming uncontrollably down your face. You couldn’t believe it was actually going to happen. “Marry me. Marry me and make me the happiest man alive.”

You didn’t reply, you simply nodded and pushed yourself on his lips, needing to feel him close to you, in that moment more than ever. You could feel everyone around you cheer, applause, even whistle. When you eventually pulled away, he looked at you, his thumb gently brushing away the tears from your cheeks, before taking your hand and whispering a soft “Shall I?”. Next thing you know, the ring was on your finger and you were the soon-to-be Mrs Hardy.

Best birthday ever.

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harleysarchive · 6 years

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Golden Globe Kiss - Ben Hardy x reader

Fandom: Bohrap, Celebrites Warning: Alcohol Pairing: Ben Hardy x reader

Summary: At the Golden Globe after party, when the crew won the prize, Ben confesses his love for you

Requested

A/N: So sorry for not posting for a while. But I’m back now and I hope you’ll enjoy this requested fanfic! AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT THEY WON AND RAMI WON OMG

Being at the Gloden Globe with the crew was something none of you would’ve dared to dream about. Your movie was nominated for best drama and you thought that you had a big chance of winning tonight. Everyone’s was there, including Brian May and Roger Taylor. You and Lucy made yourself ready together and it was so much fun. You both were super excited and nervous for the night and you wanted to look extra good.

For no reason at all, you told yourself over and over. But Lucy knew the reason and deep down you did too. I was because of Ben. Ben Hardy, the man that played Roger Taylor in the movie and you had a tiny – huge – crush on him sense day one. Little did you know that he felt the same way and the guys on the other side of the hotel room made so much fun of him for it.

“Dude you have to tell her tonight at the Golden Globe. It’s the best opportunity.” Said Joe.

“Yeah If we win you can give her a victory kiss on stage.” Rami said and nudged his side. He fixed his bowtie in the mirror and watched how Ben blushed at their comments.

“What if she doesn’t like me in that way?”

“Oh, my man. She does.” Rami said making Gwilym laugh at his remark. The boys were ready to embrace the night with the rest of the crew. Ben wasn’t leaving your side for the entire evening and the two of you chatted and laughed at everything. You both looked so in love with each other, but none of you dared to say anything.

“Ben you want a drink?” Gwil asked and were on his way to get something for himself.

“Sure, why not?” he said and thought that some alcohol would maybe help him build up his courage to finally tell you how he feels about you. You sat on the other side of him now, currently talking to Roger Taylor about something and he couldn’t help but to stare at you for a little while. To Joe’s much delight.

“Stare a bit longer and maybe she’ll notice your loving eyes.” He whispered to him. Ben gave him a look of ´shut-up´ and embarrassment. Their conversation was interrupted by the hosts who were about to presents the winners in each category. You all were nervous to say the least. When it got to your category you felt your heart in your chest beat like a drum.

“And the winner for best motion picture for the category drama goes to…” the hosts paused to build up the tension. In this moment you didn’t think before acting and you took Ben’s in a nervous attempt to calm yourself. Ben was so surprised by the action that he almost missed when they announced the winner.

“Bohemian Rhapsody!” the hosts said, and you jumped up from your seat in excitement and hugged everyone there. You were all so happy about winning and hurried up to get on stage. Rami held a nice thank you speech and did it even better when he won Best Performance for the category drama. Everything was great, but Ben had hoped to get to kiss you if you won. Rami had planted a seed in his head before when they talked in the hotel room. That winning would be the best opportunity to tell you how he felt.

But it was too late now. You all had returned to your seats to hear the rest of the winners and he didn’t dare to do it in front of everyone. So, he felt disappointed, but also very happy that they won.

Later that night it was the after party for everyone. You and Lucy were dancing and laughing again, more excited now that you had won than before. Ben sat by the bar with the guys looking over at your direction from time to time. Rami nudged his side again to get his attention.

“Go tell her how you feel. NOW!” he shouted over the music. Ben just shook his head.

“No, man. It… It doesn’t feel right.”

“When does it ever feel right?” Gwil said and waved over the bartender. “Can I get some shots please?”

“What are you doing?” Ben asked.

“Giving you the confidence you need to ask her out.” Gwil said and handed him a shot. “Drink up.”

Ben shrugged and took it. It burned in his throat, but it felt good. He could feel his body relax to the alcohol.

“One more?” Gwil asked and Ben nodded.

“Just don’t get shitfaced. The ladies don’t approve of that.” Joe said and the four guys each took a shot.

After three shots and a beer, Ben felt ready to tell you his feelings. He rose from the bar stool and he could hear the guys cheering on him from behind. The closer he got to you the more nervous and insecure he got, almost to the point that he turned around to walk back. He looked over his shoulder and the guys just urged him to go over to you.

You saw Ben coming your way. Lucy followed your eyes to see Ben walking towards you with determined and slightly unsteady legs.

“I’m going to the bathroom, (Y/N).” She said and left you. Ben was just beside you when she left the two of you alone.

“Hi, Ben.” You said and smiled.

“Hey, love.” He said with a smirk on his face. He had the best smile and the prettiest eyes. They lure you in, to make you drown in those baby blue eyes. You had to gather all your willpower to not kiss him right there on the spot.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” He said.

“Okay, about what?”

“Uhm-…” he felt his tongue turn into lid. Nothing came out and he felt like a mess. He panicked.

“I’m all yours.”

It’s now or never, he thought, and he kissed you. You were very shocked about his sudden action, but soon melted into the kiss. Your lips moved in perfect sync and electrical sparks flew everywhere. You had wanted this since day one on set, when you first laid eyes on him and now you were here, and HE was kissing YOU. How crazy is that?

He stopped for a moment to look at you, to find any signs of disgust or rejection. But he couldn’t find any.

“My words weren’t working so I was hoping my action could show how I was feeling. Or how I’m still feeling. I love you (Y/N), and I have since day one on set. When you spill water all over Joe.”

“Please don’t remind me of that incident.” You said and covered your face in embarrassment. Ben took your hands away from your face to look at you.

“Oh, Ben. I love you too, and I’ve loved you as day one too.” You said and the two of you kissed again, gaining a lot of cheers from the guys and Lucy in the background.

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queensdivas · 5 years

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A Damned Soul Chapter 3 (A Gwil Vamp Fic)

I know these updates are coming in left and right. If it’s one thing I love doing is that postponing all my work because I wanna write. If you’re reading this for the first time I hope you all enjoy! If you would like to be added to the taglist let me know! Request are open if you guys wanna request something! Hope you all enjoy and hope to see you in the next chapter!

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Flipping the sign then unlocking the front door to the shop to see a few teenage girls were waiting outside. Stepping away from the door to let them into the shop. Looking around, giggling a little then head over to the home made candles.

“Is there a specific candle you would like?” Asking them as they began sniffing through almost all of them. Breathing in the ones that cast out...and the ones that bring in bad spirits. Yes this is what happens when you don’t read the signs that clearly say don’t smell the candles…

“So which one will make my ex boyfriend suffer for cheating on me?” One of them asked as I pointed to the light pink one.

“Light about four of those, then if you happen to have some sort of clothing belonging to him. You will burn each piece of clothing with the candle. For the incantation. Tsk tsk..” Walking over to the middle shelf to climb up the ladder. F...F...F… Falkers! Sliding down as I walked them over to the table for them to crowd around me. Skimming through the chapters of the book trying to remember where exactly it was in the book. Bingo!!

Flipping through then seeing the spell written in Latin. The girls were upset for a moment till I started translating from Latin to English for them. Then the steps that go along with the entire spell.

“Now follow these steps in this exact order so it’ll work. When it comes to the incarnation you have to say it slowly and clearly. Also make sure that it’s only you in the room and possibly the entire house since this is a dark spell. When it comes to dark spells there’s a possibility for a negative feedback to you and in the house. Figured I’d let you know before we finalize this.”

“What sort of negative feedback? I’m still doing this no matter what.” Walking over to the tablet to see her digging into her purse for money.

“Possibly a bad spirit that you conjured to go after him could appear for a few minutes, a nasty headache, and even some sort of weird rash on your neck. Nothing too extreme.” She slapped her money on the table as the rest of the girls were in shock that she was going through it. Taking the candles and the incantation to leave the store.

If it’s one thing Madame Rouge taught us is that everyone has the right to try to wield magic and practice spells. If they want to then let them try. But guide them so they don’t screw up the spell to cause some kind of trouble. So if she accidentally summons a demon because she wanted to cause trouble on her ex. All on her.

The door opened again as our main delivery man Charlies came into the store with his metal clipboard in hand. Charlie has been our main delivery man for almost everything under the sun. And we got in our supplies of something new I’ve been wanting to try for a while!

“Morning Charlie!” He took off his baseball cap as I began signing all the paperwork he had for me. Our hands just barely grazing against each other as some sort of film real appeared in my vision.

The drums were roaring deep as a tigers growl as the dancers flew around the large bonfire. Their chants louder than the drums playing themselves. The shadows of the dancers were telling some sort of story that I must see..

“Morning Nieve! How’s the new store coming along?” Blinking a few times as Charlie was beginning to talk to Nieve who was bringing down some blueberry buns. I finished singing the paperwork then handing the clipboard to Nieve so she could sign as well. That was kind of strange.

Usually Nieve handles the inventory of the store except this time I...I wanted to try something new. I’ve been working on some remedies from ancient remedies used by the Aztecs. According to certain texts that I’ve acquired by some freak miracle..they would use cocoa beans and frangipani to create some sort of ecstasy smoke to bring out the romance. Not exactly what I would recommend but since these readings and evidence say it works..it’s supposed to work.

“How many cocoa beans did you buy Robin?” Four crates came rolling into the store as Nieve was reading through the list of what we all bought. My eyes following the box then beginning to count on my fingers.

“Just enough to see if this little trick will work.” I shouldn’t be proud but I am because it’s my money as well.

“Five wooden crates full of cocoa beans!? Not to mention four crates full of frangipani...two full of Cinchona pubescens, and three of them being dumb cane.” Might have gotten wine drunk a few weeks ago when we were planning to move up here.

“Robin! Did you get wine drunk again!?” Charlie put the crates down in front of the counter then went back out to his truck to grab the rest of the crates.

“We need this stuff anyhow Nieve..” Now it’s like I’m being scolded..

“Since when do we need three crates of dumb cane anyhow!? Shit this is why no wine in the house! Just like you don’t let me drink vodka and lemonade because I accidentally made the village priest in the previous..previous town do a line dance. Now let me sort this out while you go down to the pier to fetch us some dinner. I’m really craving some sort of fish dinner.” Reaching my hand out for my purse to come from behind the counter then my green army jacket flew from the coat rack onto my shoulders.

“Any particular side dish you want?” Asking her as I put my arms through the sleeves of the jacket as she opened the first crate full of cocoa beans.

“Potatoes?” Nodding as I walked out of the shop then down the street towards the docks if I remember correctly.

To think Nieve have come this far in our lives still blows my mind. Figured we’d eventually find a place to finally settle down like how I want to eventually. But knowing Nieve who takes Madame Rouges post living instructions to the last period. Not saying it’s wrong or anything..but I would kind of like to stay in one place for more than two or three years..heck staying in Highbridge was almost less than two years. It might just be me being absolutely selfish..but just..not sure at the moment. Should be focusing on literally everything else at the moment instead of how I feel about this.

Making it to the docks to see the vast amount of fisherman coming into the docks with their catches of the day. Looks good from a distance I think. Not much of a fish person and never understand how people say “it taste like chicken.” Since when does fish taste like ch THERE'S SOMETHING SNIFFING MY BUTT! Looking down to see a mop sniffing my butt? It’s a dog… kneeling down to see that she was covered head to toe with beautiful white dreads with mud all over herself. Looking around her neck for some sort of collar.

“Well hello..exactly what kind of dog are you?” She sat down as I began digging my fingers through her hair then beginning to scratch behind her ears. So far no one has come running after to fetch her.

“Do you have a name?” No response. Hmmmm. Gitta is a pretty name for her.

“I dub the Gitta. Just have to figure out what kind of dog you are. Come then Gitta.” Barking as I got back up for us to start walking towards the docks. She walked a little ahead of me as I began walking past some of the stalls.

A vast amount of different fish were all over and it took me a little by surprise. I had no idea the North Sea was just filled with these fish. Gitta stopped in front of the stall that had large Atlantic Cod’s hanging and sitting in ice. Cod should just do the trick for tonight!

“Are ya new to Balmedie?” The fisherman asked as I was beginning to dig through my purse for my money.

“Yes. Just moved here from Highbridge.” C’mon! Don’t tell me I left my money at home! Damn damn damn! Plopping my bag down to the table as I continued to dig through my bag.

“You own the new shop don’t ya? The one that used to be the old library?” Nodding as I found the pounds at the bottom of my purse. Quickly counting through how much I have. The exact amount hopefully!

“How much for those two?” Pointing at the large but not too large cods.

“Eight pounds each. But for a pretty lass that you are, I’ll charge ya only five per one.” Wow..weird..but nice I guess. Pulling out my pounds as I handed it to them with his eyes diverting down to Gitta. Smiling at her as she was beginning to wag her tail at him.

“She finally found herself an owner.” Chuckling as he grabbed the fish I picked out to put them in a box that had some ice in it to keep them cool. My nails began scratching the top of Gitta’s head. Her tail smacking against the ground as she entered complete ecstasy.

“So she doesn't belong to anyone? I was so worried that if I took her home with me today, some angry dog owner was going to come after me.” Handing me the box as I held out my hand for him to give me my change.

“Nope. Has been wandering here since she was a pup with her old owner. A good guy who decided to go fishing when a storm was about to abrupt. Never seen or returned here again. She comes around all the time during this hour of the day just waiting for him to role in. Many have tried to take her home but she wouldn’t walk away with anyone.” Aww..so sad. Poor baby! He handed her a piece of his jerky as she chomped it down quickly.

“Well..hopefully she’ll like my home. If not then she’ll be back here again. Thank you for the fish.”

“Will I be seeing you around more?” My throat went dry as he had a large smile on his face.

“I’ll be back for more fish definitely Mr…”

“Call me Lewis. I’m here every day other than Tuesdays.” Tuesdays? He’s kind of cute I guess. Not your typical fisherman since he didn’t appear all scruffy, angry, or even covered head to toe in blood. Or it was the fact he wanted to look decent when selling fish.

“Robin. I’ll definitely need to stop by then on Tuesdays.” Shaking his hand when in an instant a film reel rapidly played again like before with Charles..

Gowns flowing around the dance floor as two palms were lightly touching each other. Their gazes never meeting as her eyes began focusing on a man in the crowd..

“You alright there?” Stinging as the box slipped from my hands., black spots began appearing in my eyes as I nodded to his question. Yup. That was just..spooky. Picking up the box from the ground as Gitta and I began walking to the other stalls. We need potatoes, carrots, and maybe some sort of dessert? I don’t feel like cooking all that so fish, potatoes, and carrots it is!

Rounding the corner of the church to see the shop only two more blocks away. A priest came out of the church with a group of people walking down the steps. Gitta moved closer to me as the crowd created a pathway for me to walk through. A brush of someone’s skin hit my as the reel began playing again..

“Burn her! Burn her!” They screamed as the flames began to engulf my feet.

Black dots began appearing in my eyesight with my brain feeling like it was going to pop out of my noggin! Ow ow ow ow! Stopping in my tracks so I wouldn’t possibly pass out or drop dinner. It has to be just from not drinking enough water or something. Dehydration is never fun!

Making it back to the shop to see Nieve working on the window display. Waving to her as she got out of the display to then opened the front door for me. Letting me walk in as Gitta stayed outside in the doorway.

“A dog? Since when are you into dogs?” Snapping my fingers for her to not come in the shop.

“Since she came up to me. C’mon girl.” Snapping one last time but she wouldn’t budge one budge. Nieve then clapped her hands for her to then run in and crawl right next to the empty fireplace. God this day keeps getting more and more strange..

“Hey Nieve..mind if I touch you?” That sentence made me cringe so badly.

“Let me take a step. Okat so whenever I’ve come into contact with someone whether it be a brush of a hand or even giving someone a handshake. It’s like a quick snippet of either a past memory..recent activity..can’t make heads or tails of it.” She grabbed the box of fish and potatoes for her to stop dead in her tracks.

“Speaking of seeing things. There’s a customer in the room wanting some sort of reading and figured I’d make dinner if you’d do his reading. He said he heard of you when we were in Highbridge but didn’t get the chance to come and do a reading.” Highbridge? A stranger drove like ten hours away all the way up here for some reading?

Walking into the room where he sat in his chair...taken aback by this man who was graced with such handsomeness? Yes. Handsomeness. Just don’t blush or be stupid with his reading. Wait..wait what kind of reading did he want?

“Good evening sir..ummm. May I ask what kind of reading you were wanting today?” His eyes were blue and gray yet sparkling as if the sun was rising onto the North Sea.

“No real preference.” No real preference..how lovely..how so lovely.

“Figured I’d try to something a little different and do some Capnomancy ..sound okay?” He nodded with his thumbs moving in small circles.

“So I heard that you came all the way from Highbridge to see little old me?” I began wrapping the cedar twigs together.

“Umm yes.”

“You’re totally blowing it.” Someone spoke out then a slap came out of nowhere. But he was acting calm when I turned. What the bloody hell is going?

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bohrap!roger taylor, where reader is their band manager and he's in love with her, but he's afraid that she wants to keep it professional, but after a concert, queen comes out to greet their fans, and she tries to keep it orderly and roger saves her from getting trampled by groupies?

So I was supposed to get an early night but this request is so good as may as well do it before I sleep!!! I changed it up a little bit BUT I’m such a sucker for Band Manager!Reader x Borhap!Rog

THIS IS SO LONG I’M SORRY

You push through crowds of people, holding the papers you’d been passed close to your chest. You feared dropping them and even worse, them getting damaged. It didn’t seem like that big of a deal but the last thing you wanted was to lose your job as queens manager– even though you knew by now that the boys wouldn’t simply get rid of you due to messing up a few papers.

In fact the band actually adored you, specifically Roger Taylor.

“Excuse me.” You mutter, shoving through three people standing around the backstage area with beers and cigarettes in hand. You screw your face up at the smell, surprisingly still not being able to handle it even after spending so much time with the band. They didn’t move and you grimace. “I just need to get passed here.”

Backstage was always hectic. The boys were pretty open, allowing fans and groupies to come backstage if they so desired and on some nights it got… well, insane. Tonight was one of those nights.

Besides, no one tended to take you seriously for some reason.

You let out a breath when they finally part and then you spot them, eyes landing on the boys near the back.

You see a head of blonde hair on one of the couches and peek through crowds of girls, noticing Rogers skin was still glistening with a thin layer of sweat from the show and a cigarette hung loosely between his lips. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone.

He looked tired but holding up. Next to him, Brian signed posters.

You knew that by now both of the boys would’ve been dying to get into the shower and clean off the remains of the show or at least climb under the covers and rest after what had been their biggest show yet.

Being their manager, you were one of the only people that saw how much shows took out of them. You noticed how John almost refused to leave his room the next day and how Freddie wasn’t his usual preppy self until at least twelve hours or four beers later.

Roger and Brian never showed the exhaustion very much but you were clever with facial expressions. Neither boys would tell the fans to leave despite the heavenly thought of a cold shower and sleep.

Your cheeks heat up when you see Roger inch away from a girl that tries to take a seat on his lap. He’d been doing that a lot lately– since admitting his feelings for you despite you turning him down. (by ‘that’ you meant distancing himself from groupies.)

Don’t misread the situation, your feelings for the drummer were there and booming but the last thing you needed was for things to go badly and for news of your relationship or fling or whatever it was to get out to the press. They were rough. Also, the possibility of losing your job lingered,

There were more fans then you could’ve expected and maybe wearing heels to shove through was your first mistake. But with arms crossed over your chest and a pile of papers including all of the boy’s tour details, you begin to shimmy through.

You were cautious of course, ignoring the glares and vile words from fans who were a little more then jealous of your connections. But the heels made it a little harder.

You were going okay and were actually only a few feet away from Roger, his eyes even caught yours before one girl pushes you– she fully shoves you from behind and you go crashing down in front of Roger, papers scattering all over the floor and his lap.

The girl that pushes you chuckles, placing a hand over her mouth as she notices your fallen features and suddenly drawn brows as you stare at the papers you’d tried so hard to protect. It didn’t matter to you that you’d grazed your knees and palms because they were a mess, out of order and everything.

“Right I’m going to need everyone to leave now!” Roger calls a little more aggressively then you think he realised.

Brian stands up, beginning to clear people out once he’d realised what had happened and the fans are quick to complain. They don’t want to leave and you don’t want to be the reason they leave but the boys had had enough.

“Sorry guys, we’re all really tired and need to rest up for the rest of our tour.” Brian apologises but continues glancing across at you and Roger to make sure you’re okay. Roger was a little more worried then Brian, he was angrier too. Practically fuming.

Brian makes no move to say any goodbyes to the fan that’d shoved you or her snickering friends.

Roger helps you up after collecting papers that’d fallen in his lap and is careful not to touch your injured hands. He stares down, concern written all over his features.

“Are you okay? God, I saw everything that happened and I should’ve helped you get through.” The blonde asks, taking the rest of the papers from your hands.

Your cheeks flush, strands hair falling over your face in embarrassment. You want to disappear then and there.

“I’m okay but the schedules–”

He shakes his head, interrupting you. “Don’t worry about them, we can ask for another copy.” Roger brushes a strand of hair away from your face, wetting his lips as he tries to resist the urge to do something he’d been itching to do for a while now. “I knew it was only a matter of time before someone got hurt, I’m sorry it was you.”

“It isn’t your fault and it’s not mine either, she pushed me.” You collect the papers, hissing as a surge of pain runs through one of your legs.

Roger leads you to sit down, concern seeping into his chest. “You’re hurt, C'mon, I can get the first aid stuff.”

You shake your head but your heart warms at the offer– the fact that he cared enough to wait around for you was something else.

“You’re so tired and you need to shower–” You try.

But the drummer was already dead set.

“You’re hurt, I want to help you before I do anything else.”

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lminlovewithmycar · 6 years

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Christmas with Queen - Roger Taylor

A/N: My first ever queen imagine, I hope you all enjoy! I also live in the states so sorry if my depiction of anything is wrong!

Pairing: BohRap!Roger Taylor x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Implied smut, cussing, alcohol use, I think that’s it?

Requests Are Open! I write anything Roger Taylor!

not my gif but wow i love one (1) man

The sound of wind whistling against the window of your London townhome woke you out of your sleep. You sighed deeply and cracked your eyes open, seeing snow falling outside from the crack in the curtains. You swung your legs over the side of your bed as quietly and gently as you could, as to not wake the sleeping, beautiful man that laid next to you, blond hair making a slight halo around his head. Fitting, because he looked nothing short of an angel as he slept.

Christmas morning! your brain told you, and you smiled, planting your feet on the hardwood floor, standing yourself up and grabbing your silk robe to match your lacey nightgown from across the room. You slipped the robe on while tip-toeing your way into the kitchen. You began to brew some coffee and grabbed two mugs from the cupboard above you. Once it was done, you poured you and Rog’s coffee, just the way he liked and padded your way back to the bedroom. When you got to the room, you noticed Roger was in the process of sitting up and stretching out, a lazy smile on his face as he gazed at you. You climbed back into bed and handed him his coffee, feeling so lucky to have him by your side for Christmas. He and his bandmates had wrapped the American leg of their News of the World tour, and you got to be with him for a few months before he went back onto the road. You internally smiled, feeling the warmth of his presence next to you in bed.

“Merry Christmas, love,” he said, hand coming up to your face, caressing it and planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Merry Christmas to you, too,” you grinned back, sipping your coffee.

After a few minutes of just enjoying each other's company, you decided you wanted to exchange gifts before having to get ready for the day. You grabbed Rog by the hands and tried to pull him out of the bed, which was a fail, to say the least. After a few minutes of him making the biggest dramatic deal about having to get out of bed, you got him upright. You took his hand once more and led him into the living area, running to plug in the tree lights and turn on the tele to see The Scrooge, one of your favorite Christmas movies, playing. You hadn’t noticed, but Rog’s eyes were stuck on only you as he watched you sort through the mass of gifts under the tree. He loved seeing you light up like this, and even though this would be the third Christmas you had spent as a couple, he never got tired of watching you light up on Christmas morning. Every time, he would fall deeper in love with you - something he didn’t even know was possible.

After a little while and many gift wrappings later, you were at your final gift and so was Rog. You had gotten him a few shirts from his favorite little shop down the road, which he loved, some personalized drumsticks, a few other random gifts, and the one he was opening now: a necklace chain with a little letter on it, representing your first name initial. He smiled at it and leaned over to plant a kiss on your lips, sweet and chaste, and whispered an ‘i love you’. You smiled, unwrapping your final gift. So far you got some new records for your record player, a picture framed of you and Rog recently that a pap had taken, and some beautiful earrings. You opened the box and saw the most beautiful fur coat from Mary’s boutique. You smiled as you gazed at it, in awe of its beauty. You wrapped your arms around Rog’s neck and planted kisses all over his face as he laughed.

“Thank,” kiss. “You,” kiss. “So,” kiss. “Fucking,” kiss. “Much.”

“Don’t thank me, I love seeing you happy and spoiling you to death, so get used to it,” he grinned back at you.

Most people have only seen Roger as the label that tabloids slap on him: wild and groupie-crazy drummer boy in a rock band. Sure he was a rock star, but he was also the most heartfelt and soft-hearted boy you have ever met. Many people don’t see the Roger that you see: the one that cries when he gets stressed, the one that makes passionate love to you rather than just a quick shag, or the one that wears your initial around his neck so that he can keep you close to his heart at all times. He may be labeled as a crazy rock star, but he is your crazy rock star, and neither of you would have it any other way.

You make your way back to the bedroom while Rog starts to make some breakfast. You decide, knowing you will have to leave soon to your mum’s house, to get ready. You put on a pair of red pants with a matching red top and belt, throwing the fur coat onto the bed and laying out your wedged heels. As you brushed through your hair, you hear Rog should that the pancakes are ready and you add finishing touches to your makeup, exiting the bathroom, slipping on your wedges and coat, and entering into the kitchen. The smell of pancaked hangs in the air as Rog nearly chokes on his food when he sees you.

“You look gorgeous,” he babbles, food still in his mouth. You giggle at him.

“Why thank you.”

After eating, Rog goes to get one of his new shirts on with some trousers. When he returns a few minutes later as you wash the dishes, you smile and walk over to him and run your hand down his gorgeous torso. The shirt fit him just right and he looked absolutely beautiful.

“Be careful now, don’t get too handsy or we’ll be late to your mum’s,” he smirks, hands pushing your hair back as he rests them on the sides of your neck, thumbs just centimeters away from your lips.

“Mm, that sounds so tempting, though,” you sigh, latching around the back of his neck, pressing your lips to his. He kisses you back and it instantly becomes heated. You shove your hands into his golden waves, wrapping them around your fingers and tugging, earning a moan from him. His hands travel down to your ass, gripping it and pulling you closer to him as you feel his already-hard-on brush against your thigh. Just as quickly as things escalated, though, they halted and Rog pulled away.

“Later,” he whispers against your lips.

“’Later’ is all the way at night, God knows how late,” you whine. “Come on, we’ll just tell my mum we had car trouble.”

Roger was never the man to turn down a chance to get with you, but he knew how anal your mother was about timing, and he was not going to ruin Christmas for you. Not today. Today is special.

“You know we can’t to that,” he grabs onto your hands and squeezes them in affirmation. “Later.”

The car ride out to your mother’s home out in the countryside just in the outskirts of London was filled with music from a radio station that you and Roger loved to blast. You sang gently along to Hotel California by the Eagles as the car pulled into the driveway of your family home. Roger parked the car and took in a deep breath.

Another side the fans don’t see - the fact that after three years as your boyfriend, Roger still gets a tad bit nervous talking to your parents. They don’t really understand the world of rock and roll that you two live in, but they try their best to. All Roger cares about around your family is making sure that he impresses them without sounding like a cocky rockstar. You knew your parent’s, though, and they absolutely adored Rog. They constantly insist that he was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

You grab his hand and smile at him, and it tells him everything he needs to know to calm down. He climbs out of the car, rushing to your side so that he can open the door for you. You take his hand and stand up out of the car and you two walk up the steps, hand in hand, and you knock on the door.

“Y/N!!” your younger sister cries as she flings open the door. You embrace her in a hug and giggle as she swings you side to side. She pulls away from you and turns to Roger and she embraces him into a much less energetic hug.

“Hello, it’s nice to see you,” Roger smiles.

Your sister leads the two of you into the house where your entire - entire - family is. A chorus of “Y/N!”’s echoes through the room. You make your way around to each family member, hugging and greeting each one with smiles as Roger follows you and shakes many hands and hugs a few. Especially your aunt, she demanded a hug from him always. She always announces to him that she is a hugger and Roger, being the amazing and sweet man he is, will just smile and embrace her.

You sat with the family for a while, knowing you would only stay for a little bit because Rog’s family was a bit of a drive.

“So, Roger, how’s your music group?” your dad asked, not quite grasping the concept of a band as big as Queen.

“We’re in the middle of a tour right now, actually. I got to catch a break for the holidays thankfully, but we’re better than ever. And I have a beautiful woman by my side to experience it with me, what more could I want really?” he smiles and nearly everyone coos an ‘awe’.

“A ring, maybe?” Your mom blurts out when the room goes quiet. You gasp and hiss, “mum!” and you feel your cheeks turn red.

You and Roger had talked about marriage all the time, of course, but for your mother to make a comment like that made you worry that it was gonna put stress on you and Roger’s relationship to rush into marriage. Your mom has always pushed you to marry Roger, but with touring and his band really taking off, you just assumed there wasn’t enough time for marriage. Your mom understood that, so you thought.

“You’re not wrong, ma’am. We’ll see,” Roger responded, squeezing your hand.

The rest of the day zips by pretty fast. After a little while of lunch, gift exchanges, and a few hugs and kisses from your mum, dad, and family later, you were off to Rog’s family. Considering it was quite small, Rog’s family’s Christmas was a lot more mellow. You played some soccer out back with the younger side of the family and also had a very charming chat with Roger’s mum about Rog as a child. She brought out the baby books - for the third year in a row - and you lovingly stared at each picture as you did every year. When you and Rog noticed the sun starting to set, you headed off, deciding it was time for the most exciting part of the whole day: Freddie’s with the band.

When you arrived at his home, you were not even surprised to see Freddie throw his arms up into the air as he strutted outside his door, wearing bright red pants with a dazzling, sparkly silver shirt, topping it off with an obnoxiously sparkly Santa hat.

“It’s Christmas, darlings!” he welcomed you two, kissing you on the cheek and wrapping an arm around Roger’s shoulders. You all walked into Freddie’s insanely decorated living room, gawking at his giant Christmas tree. You greeted each of the band mates. You hugged Brian and complemented his top, hugging his date as well. You throw your arms around Deaky, greeting him happily. He laughs and tells you a hello and you hug his date as well. You finally walk up to Mary, one of your best friends for the longest time. She introduced you to Roger so you had a lot to thank her for. You gave her a tight hug and started a conversation with her about her new promotion at her boutique. After greeting everyone, Fred quiets the boys down to make an announcement to the eight of you.

“Since Mr. Taylor and Mrs. Y/N finally decided to show up, late probably due to shagging or some shenanigans, we can finally eat!”

You all gather around Fred’s large dining table, but before you could dig in, Fred holds up his bottle of overpriced champagne, popping it, earning a cheer from everyone. He pours each person a glass and you all toast to being able to spend Christmas together. You then proceed to dig into your Christmas meal, knowing that if Mary cooked, it would be amazing.

After a few more drinks into the night, Rog disappears into the kitchen for some reason you didn’t know. You were pretty tired at this point, so you just laid your head back into the sofa. Mary eventually appears from the kitchen followed by Roger announces that everyone should probably order a taxi and leave now so that the boys can rest up for an interview tomorrow. You just figured she wanted the house alone with Freddie, so you didn’t question it. The thought of Roger’s voice in your ear whispering ‘later’, was still fresh in your mind, so you stood up quickly, walking to go help Rog gather all the gifts that you two had gotten from the boys. You told everyone goodbye and saw Brian and Deacy get into their taxis. Roger insisted that he only had a glass of champagne so he would be okay to drive. You knew he was okay, so you climbed into the car and began to head home.

“Babe, I really want to drive through the city and see all the pretty lights,” Roger asked, sounding like a little child. You smiled, taken by surprise at his question.

“Well, let's do it then,” you grin, grabbing his hand as he took the extremely long way home. You didn’t mind.

After about an hour of detours, you finally arrived home. Roger was somewhat eager to get out of the car and he rushed to your side, your feet crunching in the snow as you stood up. Before you walked up the steps to your house, Roger grabbed both of your hands so that you were face to face with him.

The wind lightly gusted around and through the two of you and snow lightly fell in your hair, sticking to your face as well.

“Y/N, I want you to know how much I love you before we walk into the house,” he states, his voice shaking just a little bit.

“Rog, what’s going on?” you question, concern in your face. Rather than answering you, he just leads you by the hand up your steps and to the door. Roger reaches for the handle and pushes the door open for you.

Walking inside your house, the first thing you notice is all the little tea candles, making a path through the foyer into the main room, which was practically cleared out. Mary, Deacy, and Deacy and Brian’s girls were holding little candles at the entrance to the room. You then noticed the rose petals that were lining the floor. You see Brian sitting on a bench and playing his guitar and Freddie at the piano, playing along with Brian. You immediately recognize the tune to Love of My Life, and Freddie chimes in with the chorus to the song, Roger’s hand still gripping yours. Just as Freddie sings his last note to the song, you feel a tear fall onto your cheek. It goes quiet for just a second before Roger’s hand lets go of yours. You turn to him, his beautiful face illuminated by the candles. He runs his hand on the side of your face lovingly, blue eyes staring deep into yours. You notice that he, too, is tearing up just a little.

“Y/N, I remember the first ever time I saw your face. You were with Mary and she introduced you to me after a show downtown. I remember you looked at me with the most beautiful million dollar smile I have ever seen in my entire life and twisted a piece of hair in front of your ear, and you just simply said your name and shook my hand. I knew all the way then three years ago that I never wanted to let you go. Something about the way you laughed, twirled your hair, dance to your favorite song, something about the way you just live freely makes me want to hold your hand and just kiss you forever. That one time we had a show at a pub here just before you and I had just started living together, I got absolutely piss drunk, and you came and picked me up in the middle of the night at some random bar without hesitation. I remember waking up next to you the next day for the first time. Later that day, I marched myself to the nearest ring store and started looking. I knew then that I wanted to be with you forever. And those feelings are still fresh on my mind constantly. I want to wake up to you every morning. I want to always be able to come home to you after a long day and just make the most passionate love we’ve ever made. Hell, I want to grow old and rock back and forth on a rocking chair one day. And even then, I’ll still think I’m the luckiest man in the world. And especially, I want to have more moments like these with you. Moments where I can feel your heart beat for me and I can look in your eyes and see the stars. Y/F/N,” Roger breathes, tears streaming down his face as he gets down on his knee, opening the little velvet box. “Will you marry me?”

You, uncontrollably sobbing at this point, choke out a “Yes” and he jumps up, spinning you around, cheering and crying at the same time. You hear everyone around you clapping and cheering. When he sets you down, he slips the ring on your finger, and your jaw hits the floor. The ring is the biggest rock of a ring you’ve ever seen.

“I love you so much, Mrs. Taylor,” he whispers to you before kissing you passionately on the lips.

“How did you all do this?” you squeal, turning to your friends.

“You really believed Roger when he wanted to ‘take the long way home’?” John laughed.

“Yeah, if I’m correct, normally Roger would’ve sped to get home so he could get you into bed and-” You slapped Freddie’s shoulder before he could finish that sentence.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor. God help us all. Two divas and wedding planning,” Brian fake-dramatically stated. Rog shushed him with a slight chuckle.

“Well, Freddie was right. I wanna have some alone time with my fiance, so thank you all, but would you mind leaving?” Roger winked. Everyone was out of that house in one minute flat.

You pecked Roger and squealed as he unexpectedly picked you up, your legs around his torso, arms around his neck.

“I love you,” he commented.

“I love you too, Roger Meddows Taylor.”

And with that, he carried you to the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him, finally getting to what he promised you earlier.

Requests are open - I write Roger Taylor fics!!

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