#borhapparker's borhap secret santa

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queen winter moodboards || cuddly cosy with roger ↳ borhap secret santa gift for @shutupanddontjudge​ ♡

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Driving Home For Christmas (Roger x f!reader)

Summary: Twas the night before Christmas, Roger's on his way home to you for Christmas and takes a detour down Memory Lane.

A/N: I usually write on my writing side blog @roseskiesandbutterflies but I’m using this for the Secret Santa so here we go.

So here is my gift for @borhapparker ‘s Secret Santa! I wrote this for @benders-diamond-earring so please let me know what you thought of it! Sorry, it’s very late. Christmas ended up being busier than expected. I am aware the song was not released at the time this is set but oh well.

Also merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it and for everyone who doesn’t, I hope you have a good week! Also, I hope everyone has a great 2020 too.

Warning(s): swearing, cigarettes

Inspiration: the song, the complete lack of Christmasness around here made me want to create some goodness

Word Count: 1.3k+

Taglist: @briarrose26 @bhmay @bijoukitty @benders-diamond-earring (just for this but let me know if you want to be on it permanently)

Ask to be on my taglist! Let me know if it’s for a specific fandom(s). All of them are in the bio of my writing side blog @roseskiesandbutterflies

*24th December 1975*

As the last chords of God Save The Queen rang out, and as the audience filtered out of the venue, the four members of Queen had taken their last bows and were now leaving the stage, some more reluctant than others. They were all buzzing, the adrenaline rush of perforing radiating from them in waves. Nothing could prepare them for the thrill, its sheer power still shocking them after five years of performing together. Unfortunately, the high had to wear off somehow and Roger was usually the first to suggest celebratory drinks of some description. However, this night was different, for it was Christmas Eve and Roger was quite frankly itching to get home. He loved a good drink as much as the next guy but tonight, he had priorities for once in his life.

You.

You had been a whirlwind presence in Roger’s life the second Miami introduced you as his new assistant back in 1973. He had made the grave mistake of underestimating you when you first arrived, thinking your personality would reflect your stature. He could not have been more wrong and he was secretly grateful for it. You had been the change he needed without either of you realising it.

"Gentlemen," Miami addressed the band, formal as always. The replies he received were far from it but well-meant all the same, "I want to introduce a new colleague of mine to you all. Her name is (Y/N) and she is going to be working with me for the foreseeable future," he then turned to the young woman who had entered the recording studio by then, "(Y/N), this is Queen, I'm under the assumption you are aware of who everyone is?”

The woman in question, (Y/N), blushed ever so slightly before confirming Miami's statement, "Hi, I'm working mainly as Jim's assistant but if you need anything, you can always ask me."

The band shared a look as if they could read one another's minds, before reaching an apparent conclusion. Roger piped up, pissing off Brian who the lady assumed had been elected to speak first, "Miami."

There was nothing she could think of to say in response to that and it must have been evident on her face as Freddie quickly jumped to her rescue, "We call Jim Miami instead, darling. Bit less boring, wouldn't you agree?"

She glanced at Jim, no sorry Miami, who merely shrugged his shoulders in response as if to say he had had no say in the matter. She redirected her attention to the boys to see Freddie elbow a now tomato-faced Roger. She shot the latter a reassuring smile which for some reason only deepened his blush and made (Y/N) giggle to herself.

Even now as he was trying to find the shirt he had discarded a while ago, he was thinking about you, although missing you immensely might be the better phrase to use. The packing-up routine passed by in a blur and at some point he was so unresponsive that he might as well have been a ghost. This alarmed all except for John, as he was the only one who was used to Roger acting in such a way. He was the only one who knew firsthand what that glazed look meant, having been with Veronica for quite some time. While Brian and Freddie kept trying to catch his attention in fear of Roger droppng some seriosuly heavy equipment on his own sodding foot, John merely took the case Roger was holding from him and said, “Go find your love before you crash into something.”

Only then did the other half of Queen understand what was going on and chased Roger out like a mother would to her child who was late for school. Calls of “let us know when you’re home!” and “damn you and your love life!” soon faded into background noise as Roger somehow found his car and quickly drove off. 

He suddenly found himself cursing the late London traffic as, soon enough, he found himself at the first of many standstills. Realising that what should be a relatively short journey was going to be anything but, he flicked his car radio on to fill the suffocating silence that had fallen like a blanket. The voice of Jean Challis pierced through the quiet, talking animatedly about Christmas shopping before introducing the next song, of course it had to be a Christmas song, which was the one Elton John released last year. Roger lent back in his seat, knowing he was going to be here for a while. The bright crimson tail lights of the car in front of him were blinding him to a degree where he was seriously considering putting on his godforsaken glasses to avoid permanent damage to his already shitty sight. Even with the radio on, he found his mind drifting off again.

You wandered onto the balcony, needing some fresh air and a break from the roaring party inside. Although fresh air was off the table the second you opened the door; a dragon’s breath worth of cigarette smoke blew into your face. You coughed far more dramatically than necessary as you already knew who the perpetrator was.

Roger fucking Taylor.

“Thought I told you to stop with the smoking, Taylor,” you reprimanded him, trying to sound as much like a disappointed parent as possible.

“Thought I told you to stop catching me out, (Y/L/N),” he turned his head to look at you, the smug smile he wore was wiped away as soon as he saw you actually struggling to breathe, “Are you OK? Shit,” he quickly threw the cigarette off of the balcony. He moved forward as if to help you, but suddenly stopped, unsure of what to do.

“I might as well smoke the damn things myself the amount of smoke I inhale thanks to you,” you joined him properly on the balcony, leaning on it with your forearms. The view wasn’t much, just the rather shabby garden of whoever’s house this was. Roger’s snort caught your attention and you couldn’t help giggle yourself, which then turned into a chuckle from Roger, a breathy laugh from you, another snort from Roger which then set you both off into fits of laughter. After a while you were breathing heavily to regain some kind of control, “I don’t even know what’s funny,” and you were off again.

He gave you the most serious look and said, “It’s not the alcohol is it?” and you couldn’t help but laugh at his deadpan-ness. 

After a further couple of minutes, you saw him reach for a cigarette from his back pocket so you swatted his hand away, “Not on my watch, mister,” you eyed him suspiciously as if he’d just stolen the crown jewels, “What is it going to take for you to stop for good?”

He tapped his fingers on the iron railing of the balcony for a moment before replying, “I don’t think I could just quit like that,” there was a hint of shame in his eyes so you decided to let him off a bit.

“OK then,” you thought for a second, “What would I have to do to get you to smoke less?”

An idea flashed in his eyes, though it was gone in an instant and instead replaced with amusement, “Go on a date with me and I’ll consider it.”

It was only meant as a joke, you knew it really, maybe it was the alcohol or the amount you cared for him or the fact that you knew deep down you treated him differently than you did the rest of the band, but you somehow found yourself saying, “Alright then.”

You were shocked at yourself with that and if Roger’s face was anything to go by, then so was he, “Wait are you serious?”

“Are you?” the response was quick and testing. You needed to know his real intentions.

He visibly gulped, almost like a cartoon, then said, “Yes. Yes I am.”

I know it’s quite short so sorry about that, but I wanted to write at least half of it so you know I hadn’t forgotten or anything. Let me know if you’d want the rest of it because I’d be more than happy to do so.

[acdeaky]

the end of the night

warning: fluff, angst, use of strong language, dialogue heavy at parts

note: happy secret santa to @yourlocalmusicalprostitute ! here's a fic with joe, even though i know you said about wanting john! i couldn’t put john with the idea i had, so i went with joe! i hope you enjoy, mwah 💋

word count: 2.0k

the last year of your life had been one of the best for your career and your personal life. you and joe had celebrated your two year anniversary with a special trip to paris. after news got out that you were to be in a highly anticipated film being released in december, you had half a dozen auditions for new projects, two of which you got accepted for. 

the year previous had been amazing for you as well, especially the second half. filming began on your first main role in a movie and to say you were excited was an understatement. you were ecstatic. joe helped you through sleepless nights filled with nerves and/or excitement, he spent countless days on set with you and kept you company on your breaks, as well as doing his job too. 

somehow, each day you two spent together throughout the past two years, you had fallen more in love with joe - something which you didn't think would be possible. but it happened. and the excitement of your premiere caught up with you throughout the press tour. and, once again, joe was there by your side for every moment. 

you’d enjoyed filming and promoting this movie that you forgot about the christmas release date. throughout the entire month of december, running up to christmas that is, you felt like you’d done nothing but work. it slipped your mind that the days to christmas were counting down, until it got to the premiere.

december 19th: you and your cast mates were lined up along the red carpet, smiling and waving at the cameras. joe was by your side the whole night. he chatted with you and the interviewers and watched as your face lit up while meeting and talking to fans. you both were in a state of bliss that night, smiling and getting along with your cast mates.

but after the joy had settled and everyone had gone home or back to their hotels, it was a different story.

stumbling into your hotel suite, you and joe giggled hysterically, the amount of alcohol you had had finally taking affect. you had shown him something on your phone in the lift and both of you were still laughing at it. it wasn’t that funny, but joe was trying to keep you happy before saying what he wanted to say.

“i’m gonna hop in the shower,” you managed to say through light giggles, pulling off your shoes and then carefully tried to unzip your dress from the back. “do you wanna join?”

“no, love, i’ll let you have one.” joe smiled, walking over to help you.

“if you’re sure, baby.” joe only nodded in reply as you glanced over your shoulder. the zip of your dress was down at the bottom after joe helped and you easily slid out of the short sleeves and let the dress rest in a puddle at your feet.

stepping out of it, joe reached down to grab it, holding it delicately and laying it across the back of the sofa of the suite. as a thank you, you kissed his cheek lightly, resting your hand on his blazer clad shoulder.

“don’t worry about taking this off and joining me at any point, joey. i’ve missed you,” your hand moved down from his shoulder over the lapels on his blazer. the fabric was soft, good quality shit, and running your thumb over the front brought you back to earth. “i won’t be too long.” and with that you turned around from him, waltzing into the oversized bathroom and stripping off the rest of your clothes before stepping into the shower. 

joe never joined you. he stayed inside the bedroom of the suite and took off his blazer, laying it over the sofa next to your dress. he toed off his shoes and placed them next to yours which had been carelessly thrown at the foot of the bed. his tie joined his blazer over the sofa, but joe kept his shirt and trousers on, not fully ready to undress just yet. 

there was something he had to do. 

just like you had said, you weren't too long. you dried off in the bathroom, sneaking into the bedroom to grab some pyjamas and quickly getting changed. after hanging the towels up, you stepped back into the bedroom, pulling the fluffed up white covers back and called to joe. 

“baby? are you coming?” was all you said. joe suddenly appear from the living area of the suite, his once crisp white shirt now slightly creased and untucked from his trousers. “i thought you'd be ready for bed?” you asked sweetly, snuggling further down into the sheets and silently beckoning him to bed. 

“i will, i will, i just- i need to talk to you a minute.” joe just sat on the same side of the bed as you, his fingers and thumbs twiddling as he tried to calm himself. 

“joey, what's wrong? has something happened? are you okay?” a million thoughts and questions raced through your head. the silence coming from him was the first thing that worried you; joe was barely ever quiet. 

“im fine, love, i just wanted to talk to you about something.” joe’s head was still down, his voice coming out at almost a whisper. before you even replied, you shifted forward, grabbing one of his hands and placed it in-between both of yours. all of your attention was on him now; his posture and attitude worrying you, his behaviour extremely unusual. 

“okay,” you said with a shaky breath. “go for it.” 

“i love you. so so much. and you know this, but i just wanted to say it. these past few weeks, hell these past two years, i’ve be so unbelievably proud of you, of what you're achieving and what you've achieved. but honestly? i miss you, a lot. like, a hell of a lot. you’ve been there, of course you’ve been there, but you haven’t been here completely. part of your mind has always been thinking go work, or the next step, and i feel like we’ve not spent time together like we have done before. christmas is in less than a week and the minimal amount of presents we’ve bought is ridiculous. and i'm not blaming you, i never would. god, i can't blame you when you’ve been caught up in work because that's your job, it’s what you do.” joe had to breathe for a minute. he still hadn't looked up, his eyes were still fixed on where your hands were encasing his. 

“as much as there's been an us lately, there also hasn't. the bed feels empty even when you're in it next to me. the house seems quiet even when you’re downstairs rehearsing to watching TV. there's just been something not right and i didn't want to say anything earlier because i wanted you to enjoy celebrating the movie, because you should, instead of thinking and worrying about what i've said. i'm not trying to make you feel bad or guilty, because i just couldn't do that to you, but i just had to say this. i had to say something.” 

“fuck, i'm so sorry.” was the first thing joe said when he finally looked up at you. you knew exactly why. your face was definitely a deeper shade of red to match your bloodshot eyes. there had definitely been at least three tears that marked your face and fallen onto the cotton sheets below. joe knew what you looked like when you cried, he had seen it happen so many times before. but every time that happened, the first thing he would do would be pulling you into his arms, a hand stroking the back of your head as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. 

this time, though, he did none of that. just like you, his eyes were bloodshot and there was guilt behind them. you saw it as soon as he looked up at you. you think that was why he pulled his hand from between yours and shot up so quickly. his hands ran through his hair, pulling it this way and that way. 

you sat motionless on the bed. your hands were still where joe’s left them, your face was in a state of shock, in fact, your whole body was. the only sounds came from joe’s laboured breathing and the few outside noises of cars and noisy pedestrians passing by outside. 

that wasn't what you were expecting. 

it wasn't what joe was expecting. 

but it happened. 

it took a few minutes for you and joe to come out of your heads and acknowledge each other, it was your short sniffles that brought you back to earth. joe’s movements stilled as he faced where you sat on the bed. his eyes were even more bloodshot than before and his hair was so dishevelled. all you want to do was reach out and kiss his tear stains away, but that wouldn't work this time. 

“you don't need to be sorry,” came your broken voice, disrupting the near silence in the room. “you're right. i’ve been so interested in work and this movie and movie forward in my career that i forgot about everything else. i’m sorry i haven't been here as often, or as present as i should be, like i used to be. without realising it, it’s just happened. and i’m sorry, joe. i’m sorry i haven't been there properly, or fully. i’m sorry for making you worried and making you feel like this. seeing you like this just breaks my heart. and it’s all my fault.”

joe stayed stood there, taking in the words you said and the sight before him. after everything tonight, after all the laughter and love received by the both of you, the end of the night turned into something out of your personal nightmares. without saying a word, joe finally move forward. his body practically crashed onto the bed and he pulled you into his arms once again. he sat with his legs over the bed, pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around you. 

“its not your fault, it’s not.” he whispered over and over again in your ear, his hand stroking the back of your head. both of you stayed there for what seemed like hours, crying into the other’s shoulder and readjusting your grips periodically. 

“i love you so so much, and we’ll figure this out together, yeh?” joe whispered into your ear after a few moments of silence. at some point, he begun rocking you backwards and forward, settling your crying and calming your breathing. no words could leave your mouth, making you nod your head in agreement. “lets get you back into bed.” 

joe’s movements were slow as he lifted you off of his lap and into the sheets. he helped you lay down fully before pulling the sheets over the rest of your body. instantly, you snuggled down into them, making yourself comfy and waited for joe to join you. he finally removed his shirt, placing it and his trousers over the back of the sofa. joe didn't even bother changing into his pyjamas; all he did was pull out his pair of sweatpants, pulled them on and crawled into the bed next to you. 

as soon as he settled, he pulled you close to him. your chests were pressed together as his arms rested around your waist and your arms rested are his shoulders. it was the low sounds of joe’s breathing and his sweet nothings that sent you off to sleep. just before you fell asleep, you made a mental note to be more present, to be there for joe when he needed you. 

an “i love you.” was whispered just before you fell asleep. 

that night could be classed as one of your bests and one of your worsts, but with joe there by your side for the whole thing, nothing else compared (even if you did end up crying one way or another). 

- 

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[isitstraightvodka]

Golden

pairing: gwilym lee/reader

warnings: none!

A/N: hi honeys! this is my secret santa gift for @supernaturalee​, hope you, and everyone else, enjoys it! i haven’t written for gwil before so be gentle with me xx

you didn’t know the man across the hall, not by name or by choice, the only thing you knew was that he was a beautiful man. you would catch yourself staring a moment too long when he passed you in the entrance, you would find yourself remembering the warmth of his smile whenever he greeted you good morning with a coffee in hand. he was new and a little shy, hence why you hadn’t found out his name, but you were very curious to put a name to a face. however the way you discovered it wasn’t the one you had wished for.

it happened in the morning when you were in a rush to get to work, you had no time to drink your coffee in your apartment so you rushed out the door with it, you didn’t look where you were going and you heard a splash and an ‘oof’ in a deep voice. it took you a few seconds to realise what had transpired and when you did, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. your coffee had splashed all over a quite expensive-looking sweater, leaving a dark stain on the pale grey fabric, you immediately went into apology mode, your hands trembling as you stuttered out “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry!” mutiple times. it was when you felt a hand on your shoulder that you looked up, to see the man who you’d be eyeing since you moved in. 

“don’t fret love it’s only coffee.”

you’d never been this close to him, you were lost in his features that you barely heard what he had said. glasses perched on a slim nose, stubble on its way to becoming a beard, gentle blue eyes which seemed to twinkle with kindness, tousled brown hair that looked so soft to touch. you had to gulp to regain your surroundings and find your voice.

“i’m in a rush, i’m really so sorry.”

“love really, it’s okay, worse has happened to me.” he smiled at you, which made you crack a smile back. you bent down to pick up your cup when he spoke again.

“you live in number three, right?”

“yes, that’s me.”

“i’m in four.”

yes i know, i’ve seen you. you were glad your voice didn’t betray and say that out loud. you tucked your hair behind your ear, your other hand trembling in your now-empty cup. you were at a loss for words when he introduced himself.

“i’m gwilym.”

finally a name! you smiled a little and slid your hand into his, much larger, yet so soft. you could almost feel your heart beating out of your chest because of one touch. you returned the courtesy and said your name, to which he responded with “beautiful name love.” your eyes fell upon his sweater again, remembering the silly mistake you made.

“oh god your sweater…let me buy you a new one.”

gwilym almost laughed and narrowed his eyes, brushing his hand over your shoulder, shaking his head, pushing his glasses higher up his nose.

“nonsense, you don’t need to do that.”

“but this one’s ruined.”

“and you spilt your coffee, i think you need one.” he said and you could’ve sworn there was a hint of a smirk on his lips.

“oh it’s…just coffee.”

“and coffee washes out love. tell you what…if we get coffee, you can help me pick out a new sweater.”

his offer, to anyone else, would be too forward but to you, it was something you had been wondering about since you laid eyes on him. you couldn’t remember the last time you went out for a coffee, with a guy, you didn’t even want to remember because it was far too long. and you couldn’t deny the fact of tiny butterflies beginning to flutter in your stomach, despite having known gwilym for five minutes. you clutched the cup to your chest and nodded.

“okay, that would be lovely.”

“gwilym love, my name’s gwilym." 

"okay gwilym.” his name rolled off your tongue rather sweetly, something he really enjoyed hearing, from you. then you remembered you were late for work.

“crap crap i’m late! i’m so sorry gwilym i need to-”

“go, of course. i’m sure you’ll see me around and we can organise that coffee date, yeah?” he adjusted his coat and smiled at you, leaving your cheeks a little more red than usual. you nodded and quickly started to make your way down the stairs, as fast as you could. you didn’t really care that you were late, it was worth it to find out his name, and the one thing that was now swirling around in your head.

he called it a date.

[assembledherethevolunteers]

It’s Late

A/N: Hi all! Okay, this is my entry for @borhapparker ‘s Secret Santa! This is for @zestysexmachinefromzanzibar I really hope you like it and Happy Holidays!

Pairing: 70s Brian May x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, some fighting

You tightened the blanket around you and glanced at the clock.  ’11:45’.  You sighed.  Brian had told you that he would be home over three hours ago.  The two of you were going to celebrate Christmas tonight after he got back from the studio because on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day would be spent with your families. 

You stood up from the couch and walked over to the piano that was in the sitting room.  You ran your fingers over the polished wood.  Well, it was one way to pass the time. 

You sat down at the piano and adjusted the blanket so it was like a cape.  You slowly began playing a Christmas song, hoping it would help you get in the holiday spirit.  Brian had been so busy recording the new album and planning his new tour that he’d barely been home.  You missed him.  It made it hard to get excited about the holidays when you were doing most of the holiday things, like decorating and shopping, by yourself. 

You were so focused on your playing that you hadn’t heard the door open.  Brian leaned against the doorframe, watching you play.  He was exhausted and stressed.  Playing, recording, arguing, it took all of it out of him.  However, hearing you play made him relax.  Just being around you made him relax.  He started humming along as he quietly walked over to you and sat down next to you on the bench. 

“Hi, dove,” he whispered.  You barely heard him over your music. 

“You’re late,” you replied, not looking at him or stop your playing. 

“I know,” Brian leaned his head on your shoulder.  “And I’m sorry.”

“Let me guess, Roger had a problem with something or other.  Or was it Deaky this time?  Or Fred?” 

Brian was quiet and pulled his head up.  You played for a few more moments before you finished the song and then turned to him, waiting for an explanation. 

“I know you’re upset,” Brian began, but you cut him off.

“Oh, I’m more than upset.  I had dinner ready, Brian.  It’s cold now.  I’ve barely seen you in weeks and I just…” you felt tears come to your eyes.  You stood up and walked away, not wanting to let him see you cry.  “I thought tonight was going to be for us, and now you’ve got to be back in the studio in what? Nine hours?  And you’ll need to sleep.  Let’s just to bed.”  You started towards the bedroom.  

When you were half way there, you felt a pair of arms around your waist.  

“I’m very sorry, let me make it up to you,” Brian whispered against your skin before he placed a kiss to your neck.  

“Brian, you can’t just mmm…” you closed your eyes as he continued kissing around your neck.  “You can’t just come in and think something like this is going to work.”  

“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop,” Brian continued nipping and sucking at your neck.  

You opened your mouth and instead of something you wanted to say, a groan came out.  It had been a long time since you and Brian had done anything like this. You felt heat already pooling in your stomach.  

“That doesn’t sound like you want me to stop.”

You felt Brian smirk against your skin.  You really didn’t want to let him win yet, but damn was it working.

“Bri,” you moaned.  

“Yes?”

“Bedroom.  Please.”  

Brian pulled you the rest of the way to the bedroom and into a kiss.  You wrapped your fingers in his dark curls and deepened the kiss.  

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Brian whispered as he slipped your shirt over your head.  

“I’ve missed you t…”

Brian cut you off with another kiss.  He licked into your mouth as you unbuttoned and slid off his shirt.  The two of you quickly undressed each other, barely breaking your kiss.  Suddenly, Brian pushed you on the bed.  

“What…?”

Brian crawled up your body and leaned over you.  

“Like I said, let me make it up to you,” he started kissing down your neck and chest.  

You hummed as he brought one nipple into his mouth and brought one of his hands to your other breast, kneading it.  

You groaned and leaned into his touch.  He continued down your stomach, and skipping over where you wanted him most and kissing your inner thighs.  

“I thought you were making things up to me,” you whined.  Brian chuckled.  

“You’re right,” Brian replied and suddenly his tongue worked its way through your folds.  

You sucked in a breath and wrapped your fingers in his hair.  

He continued working at your core and the coil in your belly continued to tighten.  His lips found his way to your clit and you moaned.  Brian slid one finger into your throbbing core.  

“Bri…I’m almost there,” your voice was high pitched and breathy.  

“Let go, love,” Brian whispered before he went back to your clit.  He slipped another finger in and curled his fingers.  

The coil in your belly finally snapped.

“BRIAN!” You cried as you rode out your orgasm on his fingers.  

Once you came down, Brian pulled away and smiled up at you.  You saw your juices on his chin and you pulled him up for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

“Merry Christmas, darling,” Brian whispered.  

“You still have some making up to do,” you told him.

Brian chuckled slightly and kissed you again.

[xuxibelle]

Stay

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word count: 903

Warnings: Fluff

Requested: No. This was for @borhapparker​’s borhap secret santa where I got paired with @drummerqueenrmt​ as the person to give my gift to! Merry Christmas and I hope you like it! <3

Summary: Y/N gets kicked out of the apartment she’s living in with her boyfriend and she hasn’t seen her best friend in 6 months.

Taking a deep breath, you try to steady your nerves before you raise your hand to knock on the door in front of you. You knew it was late and you were taking a chance of no one even being home, but you were here anyway, knocking and waiting. After what felt like a very long minute, you heard footsteps and the door being unlocked. You looked up as the door was being opened.

“Y/N…?” You met the green eyes you hadn’t seen in over 6 months. “What are you doing here?”

“I can’t sleep… Can I stay here?” You bite your lip nervously as you gauge his reaction. You knew that he knew something was up, but he wasn’t pushing it... yet.

“Of course… You know you can always stay here.” He opens the door and lets you in before locking it again. Walking to the couch to take a seat, you start to sniffle as you try to hold back the tears before he joins you. “Are… are you okay? Why are you crying?” 

“He kicked me out, Ben…” you half sobbed as you looked at the floor. You felt the couch dip as he moved closer to you and pulled you into a hug, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

“It’s ok.”

“No it’s not… He made me give up all my friends… I haven’t seen my family in two weeks!” Tears were pouring down your face at this point, but he didn’t care. 

“No, it’s ok, really. We can fix this now. You’re away from him…” Ben pulls back to look at you, wiping away the tears. “I’ll take you to see your family tomorrow after you’ve rested, and then I’ll take you anywhere else you want to go.”

“You would do that?” Ben nods his head as he smiles at you.

“Of course I would.”

“But I was so horrible to you.”

“No, Y/N… that wasn’t you. You didn’t do anything. That was the jerk.” You pull him back into a hug, making him laugh. The next day, true to his word, Ben took you to see your family, where you explained what happened and they thanked him for bringing you to see them. After going a few other places, you go back to his place to relax. “So now what?”

“I don’t know… I guess I go stay with my family?” You shrug your shoulders as you turn to look at him. “I see the wheels turning in your head… what are you thinking?”

“You could just stay here…” 

“What…? Are you serious?”

“Yea… Why not? We were best friends before that dick made you stop seeing me and I have an extra room.” You thought about what Ben was suggesting before you looked back at him. “It would be better than moving back in with your parents…”

“Ok… fine. You got at that point.” You laughed as you threw your hands up in defeat. A couple weeks later, Ben walked in to find you asleep on the couch. Not wanting to wake you, Ben lifted you and took you to your room. As he was walking back out your door he heard your voice.

“Wait”

“Are you okay?”

“Nightmare. I was trying to stay awake til you got home”

“Was it like the ones you used to have?” You nod your head quickly. “Is there something I can do to help?”

“Can you… can you stay?”

“You want me to stay in here with you?” You nod your head again.

“Please.”

“I can do that. You be okay while I go change real quick?” You nod your head one last time and give him a small smile. Ben was back quicker than you thought he would be and crawling into bed beside you. “Okay. Come on, love.” Ben held out an arm as he waited for you to scoot closer to him. “Better?”

“Much. Thank you.” After a few minutes, you still weren’t able to fall back asleep and Ben could sense it. 

“You wanna talk until you fall asleep?”

“We could try, if you want.”

“How was your day? Do much of anything?”

“Not really. Pretty much stayed around here. You?”

“Did some stunt scenes today, so that was fun.” You felt him laugh a little and you looked up at him. You always loved when he laughed. “What?”

“Nothing. You just always look happiest when you laugh” Ben tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he smiled down at you.

“Can I ask you something and you be honest with me?”

“I’ve always been honest with you”

“You have, I know…. Why… did you come here?” You bit your lip nervously as you searched for an answer. You knew why, but you weren’t sure if you were ready to fully say it out loud. “It’s ok. You can tell me anything, you know that.”

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go...I couldn’t go to my parents. I couldn’t tell my family what he did. You were the first person I thought of…” You feel him run his fingers through your curls as you begin to relax. You look back up and meet his eyes again. “I… I’m in love with you” Holding you in place, he presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss before he pulls back and looks at you.

“You’ve always felt like home to me.”

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‘Tensions’ - Joe Mazzello X Reader

(If anyone knows who made this gif, please let me know so I can credit them!)

Hey pals, this is my secret santa gift for @seven-seas-of-fuck-you​ as part of @borhapparker​‘s secret santa! I hope you like it! Please keep in mind, I have absolutely NO idea how acting or filming movies works 😂

-

You bounced up and down on the balls of your feet, simultaneously attempting to get out your nervous energy by doing so, while taking long, deep breaths. You’re capable. You’re talented. Nerves can be productive. You’re going to be amazing. Perhaps the main reason you were so anxious was that you were shooting your first scene with your incredibly attractive, incredibly sweet, ridiculously charismatic co-star. The first time you met at your chemistry reading, you were surprised you made it through without fainting from how much you were positively swooning at his genuine smile and kind words towards you. 

This time, when you saw him come onto set, he immediately spotted you and smiled, and you couldn’t help but grin back, your cheeks heating. He gave you a little wave and came over.

“Hey, Y/N!” 

“Hi Joe-oh!” You were cut off by him wrapping his arms around you by way of greeting and you blushed, awkwardly returning the hug and clearing your throat. When you pulled away, a sheepish smile on your face, you coughed again, and internally cursed yourself. You’re an actor, for fuck’s sake. Act cool.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, perhaps sensing your anxiety. It wasn’t helping that his gaze was locked on you and his features softened in empathy.

“A bit riled up, but I’m looking forward to it,” you said with a smile, “How are you feeling?” That wasn’t a lie. You knew this was what you were born to do, and you decided in that moment that you weren’t going to let some hot co-star affect you. A small voice in the back of your mind nagged about your contradictions; you were supposed to be flustered by him in this scene, it was meant to have sexual tension, but you pushed it down. 

“Me too. I mean, it’s just another day, but this is what I love,” he said, and you nodded and agreed. You couldn’t help but wonder if him pointing out that it was “just another day” was overcompensating for something.

After five minutes or so longer of the two of you diving into a conversation about the scene, joking around and having a laugh (your senses of humour were very compatible, you noted), it was time to start; you were called to get in your positions, and you scampered to do so, trying your best to ignore all the hustle and bustle around you and get into character. 

“Action!”

With that, Joe’s loud voice commanded the room, and he stood up and whipped around to face you, standing with your face buried in your hands exasperatingly. “Just tell me what you fucking want! I’m not a mind reader!”

“Well maybe if you were more perceptive, Kyle, you would know what I want! I couldn’t be more obvious!”

Yourself and Joe were playing off each other perfectly, it was hard to believe this wasn’t real despite all the camera crew. 

“What. Do. You. Want…?” Each word hung in the air for a few moments, and his tone had dropped significantly. Both of your breathing was heavy, and you moved closer and closer to each other. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and it quickly crossed your mind how glad you were for your next line.

“You.” It was barely above a whisper, and, as per your director’s instructions, the two of you leapt at each other halfway through the word, grasping handfuls of each other’s clothes as you kissed deeply, making sure to let out gasps and breaths. You tried to ignore how much the noises he was making made your skin tingle and your insides melt. Just as you pushed him gently back onto the bed, the director yelled, “Cut!” 

You clambered off him a couple seconds later, giving him a small smile, unable to stop yourself at the sight of his disheveled clothes and hair and red, swollen lips. 

“Good job guys, that was great! Take five.” 

-

“Hey, you were great in that scene!” You looked up from your phone, smiling when you saw Joe. 

“Thanks! So were you.” Whether or not he was implying you were a great kisser you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you really, really wanted to kiss him again. 

“Yeah?” The corner of his mouth went up, his eyebrows raising, and you felt your cheeks heating up yet again, nodding. 

“Yeah, you’re great at the whole ‘mad’ thing,” you gestured vaguely, and he smiled adorably. You grinned back sheepishly, shrugging slightly as if to dismiss your comment.

“Am I? I guess because it’s the exact opposite of my personality,” he chuckled, and you nodded.

“Yeah I’ve noticed. I can’t imagine you hurting a fly,” you teased, and he laughed good-naturedly as he sat down next to you.

“Trust me, I’ve killed many-a-flies in my day,” he said, and you both burst out laughing.

“Oooh, a bad boy, eh? Exactly my type.” Fuck. Why did you say that? Then again, why not? Why were you hesitant? He was exactly your type, and you’d be spending a lot of time together. Why not go for it? 

Just as you’d come to this conclusion and turned to face him, he seemingly was on the same wavelength. He rested his hands on your waist as your lips molded together perfectly as if they were made for each other. This kiss was more hesitant, sweeter, and even better than the previous ones. Because it was more real. And, contrary to your expectations, it didn’t dissolve the tensions between the two of you. Only heightened them. And, you decided, that wasn’t such a bad thing. 

[seven-seas-of-fuck-you]

Pub Meetings

Queen x reader 

American Reader lives in London, meeting new people, awkwardness

For my lovely @picking-up-the-glass​ as part of @borhapparker​ ‘s secret Santa. I hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing it!

Ah Christmas, the greatest time of the year. Or is it? Nah I’m just kidding it’s great! The lights, the department stores dressing up their displays like Santa’s workshop, the music no matter how catchy and annoying it may be at times. Family…

Christmas used to be like that. Before I moved to England. I had fallen in love with this beautiful dreamy, cloudy and most certainly rainy city. Christmas in London is so picturesque just like the movies. It’s already my fourth year here and I am still not over it. I pinch myself every morning. I love to walk down the endless rows of merchants in Covet Garden, looking over the endless goods some more exotic than others. I came to a stop at one stall that wasn’t there last year. No one was to be seen inside as I looked around. There were clothes of every colour and pattern, nearing a rack in the back I could hear voices.

“Bloody hell Rog. I’m telling you we need a mirror for our customers.” I hear one voice exclaim.

“I’m telling you Fred, I don’t think we do. It’s enough to carry all the clothes every week. I don’t want to carry a mirror. What if it breaks in the van?” The other voice sounds rather done with the conversation. I hear shuffling and move back to the front near the dresses.

“Hello love, if you need any help us know.” I turn to see two men, a blonde and dark brown almost black brunette. I smile at them and grab a dress that I was keen on and would go with my style.

“Thank you, I was wondering if you had a mirror. I would like to see this on.” I smile at the dark haired man who looks back at the blonde with a knowing look.

“Most unfortunate darling but we don’t have one. But I believe it would look splendid on you.” He gives me a closed lip smile that was genuine.

“Oh that’s quite alright. I do believe so as well. If you don’t mind me asking, I didn’t see your stall last year. Why is that? You have such beautiful clothes.” I ask and the blonde pipes up from the back making me move farther into the stall. There’s just something about these two that makes me feel at home. I’m not sure what it is.  

“You see we’ve been on a waitlist just to have a stall at Covet Garden. It’s very highly sought after. Every year we put in to be here and this is the first year, we’re very lucky I would say.”

“I would say as well.” I agree. I pay for the dress and learn their names. Freddie and Roger. I head back to my dorm after some more shopping around. I am greeted by my lovely room mate Kaitlyn who as I came into the flat was in a messy rush.

“Kait, what’s going on?” I called at her as she flitted from the bathroom and her room.

“There’s a band…. at the pub…. popular... we’re going.” Was all I heard as she finally settled in her room looking through her jewelry box.

“Say that again?” I manage to find a spot on the bed since it was a war zone of clothes everywhere.

“I said, there’s a band that I heard was amazing from Janet and are playing at the pub, anyone that’s popular is going to be there and we’re going.” She put on her final touches and I continued to stare at her.

“Well, aren’t you going to get ready?” She looks at me from her mirror as I am snapped out of my day dream.

“What, oh yeah. Be ready in a shake.” I leave her be to get ready. I wore my new dress and large overcoat since it was snowing out. I kept my hair the same as earlier that day, light curls with my signature bumper bags.

We arrive at the pub and it was packed. Normally there’s maybe forty people at max on the weekends, this was definitely not forty people. I manage to find us a table while Kaity goes to get us a drink. The pub is buzzing as I look up to the stage which is adorned with a drum set and some other instruments.

“It’s pretty packed aint it?” Kaity says as she sets down our drinks. Lemonade for me and a pint of beer for her.

“Yeah more than usual. What’d you say the bands name was?” I ask her and she pointed to the drum set.

“Ah, smile? Funny name.”

“Funny name good band.” She smiles and then the pub is in an uproar. I look back to the stage and four men have taken to it. I don’t recognise them at first, until the lead singer addresses the crowd.

“Hello lovelies!” I immediately smile as I see both Freddie and Roger. I don’t know the other two. Freddie scans the crowd and he stops when our eyes meet. He smiles even bigger and starts to perform.

Oh my God they are amazing! Their energy, Freddie’s energy. He just commands that stage, I couldn’t take my eyes off of his for a second. The way he plays off of the others like a well oiled machine. When they finish and leave the stage I feel sad.

“Oh wow they were amazing!” Kaitlyn exclaims as people start filing out of the pub. We stay seated at our table.

“Yeah they were. So amazing!” I agree with her as more people continue to leave.

“Y’know I did see a certain singer keep looking at you.” Kaitlyn says. I look at her like she’s lost her mind.

“You’re joking! Besides I don’t think he’s my type.” I smack her arm.

“Who’s not your type?” My head couldn’t have turned faster. I look up to see none other than Freddie standing over me and Kaitlyn. She is beyond shocked while I am now more amused.

“Well, you. I would say you’re not my type. But maybe your Kaits type. Huh Kait?” The mention of her name has her attention as she starts blushing and giving me the ‘I’ll kill you’ look. Freddie simply laughs and grabs a nearby chair to join us.

“May I?” He asks before he sits with a beer.

“Of course!” Kaitlyn exclaims and I scoot my chair to make room, “By the way I’m Kaitlyn and this is Y/N.”

“Pleasure is all mine Kaitlyn, Y/N I told you that dress would look lovely on you.” Freddie takes a sip of his beer. I nod in agreement. Kaitlyn however looks confused.

“I feel as though I’m missing something.”

“Oh, I met Freddie earlier today when I was out shopping. They have a stall over in Covent Garden.” Kaitlyn simply says ‘oh’

So what did you think of our show?” Freddie asks both of us to try to break the air I go to answer but Kaitlyn beats me to it. We sit and talk for what seems like hours. We notice that the pub is trying to close.

“Well ladies this has been an absolute pleasure.” Freddie kisses both of our hands after we step outside.

“Agreed.” I say.

“Maybe we can all meet up again. I’ll even bring the boys for you to meet. We could go get coffee?” Freddie asks hopefully. Me and Kaitlyn both look at each other then nod.

“That sounds great. How about next week?” I ask.

“Sounds amazing” We part ways and I could tell that this was the start of something wonderful.

[borhapparker]

Hey are you tagging your entries to your secret Santa?

i’m going to be reblogging all the entires. but the two main tags if you participate are:

#borhapparker’s borhap secret santa

and

#borhapparker’s marvel secret santa

if you mean another secret santa, i’m not participating myself in any hahaa (except for the marvel one)

[isitstraightvodka]

Merry Christmas!

Hey, so I’m your secret santa... I hope you enjoy your gift. I wasn’t too sure how to go about it and it’s not super personalized, but I tried getting some vibes in there I thought would be nice.

💛💛 happy holidays babe

OMG I LOVE IT! thank you so much honey 😍😍 xx

[acdeaky]

Hi it's me 🎄!!! I really hope you enjoy your present, and that you have a wonderful day. And obviously, it's me, not a secret anymore!

patrica! omg. thank you, thank you, thank you! i haven’t even read it yet, but i just know it’ll be amazing 💛

[zestysexmachinefromzanzibar]

I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much!!!!!!! Happy Holidays to you too😁😁😁😁💕💕

It’s Late

A/N: Hi all! Okay, this is my entry for @borhapparker ‘s Secret Santa! This is for @zestysexmachinefromzanzibar I really hope you like it and Happy Holidays!

Pairing: 70s Brian May x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, some fighting

You tightened the blanket around you and glanced at the clock.  ’11:45’.  You sighed.  Brian had told you that he would be home over three hours ago.  The two of you were going to celebrate Christmas tonight after he got back from the studio because on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day would be spent with your families. 

You stood up from the couch and walked over to the piano that was in the sitting room.  You ran your fingers over the polished wood.  Well, it was one way to pass the time. 

You sat down at the piano and adjusted the blanket so it was like a cape.  You slowly began playing a Christmas song, hoping it would help you get in the holiday spirit.  Brian had been so busy recording the new album and planning his new tour that he’d barely been home.  You missed him.  It made it hard to get excited about the holidays when you were doing most of the holiday things, like decorating and shopping, by yourself. 

You were so focused on your playing that you hadn’t heard the door open.  Brian leaned against the doorframe, watching you play.  He was exhausted and stressed.  Playing, recording, arguing, it took all of it out of him.  However, hearing you play made him relax.  Just being around you made him relax.  He started humming along as he quietly walked over to you and sat down next to you on the bench. 

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