#but here??!?!??!!? i AM SEEING RAMMSTEIN ON MONDAY!!!! HELL YES!!!!!

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Pretty please, would you ship me (BoRhap and Queen)? I’m a girl 😀 It may take me a bit of time to open up and so I come as shy initially, but these are just my trust issues and insecurities kicking in. I love listening to music with Queen, Metallica and Rammstein being my top artists, but I’m not fan of concerts because I don’t like crowds. It may seem strange but I adore pigeons and have some coming to me every day to feed. I daydream a lot m, but don’t mind the hard work at all. Sarcastic...

god i’m finally getting some things out jesus trist on a tross

i also wish i knew more about allen so i could include him in these things but alas i am a dumb

ships below the cut!!!!1!1111

For BoRhap, I ship you with Ben Hardy!

The main reason I chose Ben is because of your music taste (it fucking rocks tbh i love ur music taste), but I also think you have a duality that is far more similar to Ben’s than to any other BoRhap guy. 

Ben outwardly seems like a very cookie-cutter masculine type, but just like you, he has his insecurities and moments where he craves being alone/not being overwhelmed by the masses.

I think you two would meet when you’re feeding pigeons!

Hear me out - you’re in the park, early in the morning, seated on a lone bench. It’s a bit foggy, and the occasional stranger strolls by, but none really take notice until a guy in a cutoff and shorts comes jogging by. He slows to a stop when he notices the bag of bird seed in your hand and the flock of pigeons just chilling around you, completely ignoring him while one fed rather calmly from your hand.

You register his presence, but only give him a quick, lopsided smile, assuming he was just stopping to gawk for a moment before moving on like everyone else. But he makes his way to the bench next to you instead, transfixed by the sheer amount of pigeons just waddling around you and briefly flapping their wings angrily at the stocky, broad blonde who’s pulling his earbuds out as he takes a seat.

“Have you, by any chance, seen Ace Ventura: Pet Detective?” he questioned, still breathing a bit heavily from what seemed like a pretty intense jog. He was flushed, very red in the face, but you could see that he was handsome, well-built, and his voice was enchantingly deep.

Green eyes met yours as you looked up from the birds, and you began to put up your guard, biting your lip for a moment before replying in the affirmative. “The one with Jim Carrey? I have. Quite good. Though I prefer The Truman Show more.”

“The Truman Show?” The strange man next to you mulled over it for a moment, then chuckled once as he nodded. “That’s a good one too. But I was asking because it seems like you should have been the star of that movie instead, considering... all this,” he observed, gesturing towards the pigeons. 

“Oh, me?” you reiterated, nervously smiling and sitting the bag down between the two of you as you looked out to the birds. “Not a chance. These little babes only like me for my food, if I’m honest.”

Watching the way one pigeon nonchalantly landed next to you and settled in, only ruffling its feathers a bit and not pecking angrily for food that didn’t exist, Ben nodded, completely unconvinced. Then, he looked down to the bag, pursing his lips. “D’you mind if I....”

When he trailed off, still looking at the bag, you giggled softly and nodded, pushing it towards him gently and retracting your hand shyly when he reached out for the bag. Wordlessly, you watched as he took out some food and held it out for a bird that was in front of him. It regarded him warily, only taking the food when he finally dropped it on the ground.

Sending you a knowing look, the blonde straightened back up and swiped his hands together, wiping off the excess food and letting the other birds flock in for the scraps. “Uh huh. It’s definitely the food,” he deadpanned, making you blush lightly and look down at your lap as he called you out on your excessive modesty.

“Off day?” you suggested weakly, but that only made him roll his eyes playfully, and you sighed in defeat. “Alright, you got me, mate.”

“You can call me Ben, if you’d like,” he offered, and you chewed on the inside of your lip as you looked up to see his green eyes still watching you inquisitively, the wondrous look in them absolutely captivating to you. “What should I call you?”

“Y/N,” you murmured, fiddling with your hands in your lap as the bird next to you cooed quietly, distracting you for a moment. And when Ben shifted a bit, moving to tuck in an earbud that had fallen out of his pocket, the bird ruffled and flew off. You watched it go, and Ben’s eyes never left yours, the dreamy, far off look that passed through your eyes having only piqued his interest in you. 

“I’ve never seen you around here before. Not a big neighborhood, feel like we would have ran into each other sooner or later, and I’d remember if I saw a pretty face like yours.” You blushed even more at the fact that he was interested in getting to know you/flirting, which simultaneously set off slight alarms and wedding bells in your head at the same time, utterly confusing you. But you composed yourself as best as you could, trying not to show on your face how conflicted you were. “Are you new around here?”

“Yes, just moved into the flat complex east of here, across the street from that corner store that always has the cat sleeping in the window.” You smiled as you recalled the image of the sleeping cat, how it always swatted at the birds that flew by the window. 

“The orange cat?” Ben asked, suddenly seeming excited, and you furrowed your eyebrows as you nodded, both of you saying the cat’s name at the same time.

“Jean Grey!”

“My god, I think we live in the same complex! Now we really have no excuse not to know each other,” Ben laughed, and your heart started racing as you realized what avenues this opened. The gears were whirring behind Ben’s eyes, and that simultaneously excited and terrified you. But maybe it wouldn’t be that bad, you thought as you looked into the fit young blonde’s eyes.

It wasn’t. After some convincing on both your part and Ben’s part, you actually went out with him a few times. You found out he was an actor, and he had a prospective role in the area (thankfully) that he couldn’t tell you about until he’d for sure been cast, but he kept telling you how much you were going to love it when he saw your Spotify playlists abundant with Queen.

By the time Ben had definitely landed the role as Roger, you had already agreed to be his girlfriend. He was charming, attentive, protective, and read you very easily. So, he knew when you were off in your own world, or when large groups of people made you uneasy, and he was able to easily shift the situation into something closer to ideal, if not perfect. 

And he was a damn good cuddler. That alone was enough to tempt you to say yes.

He wanted to surprise you with his role as Roger, so he refused to tell you until it was time for the first day of table reading - the only hint you had to go off of was his incessant drumming/absences for lessons. 

Of course, it would be hard to hide much from you past the table read, as he’d be reading the script in your presence quite a bit as he usually spent inordinate amounts of time with you, watching you feed pigeons on your balcony.

So when he dragged you to the upper end of London on an early Monday morning, making you take the day off work, you were bubbling over with anticipation. All kinds of dreams of what this could possibly be could never prepare you for the absolute shock when you walked into the building and saw the sign on the door that read “BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY”

“So... what d’you think?” Ben asked, noticing the mind-blown expression on your face as you stared at the sign. You were so shocked, in fact, you didn’t even hear him at first, taking a few moments to even register than he’d spoke.

Looking over to him, you slowly broke out into a huge smile, jumping on him with a hug and squealing quietly. “You’ve got to be fucking joking? This is the part you’ve been hiding from me? I heard that there would be a movie about Queen in the works, but God, I never expected...” Trailing off, you stared at him in amazement. 

Ben wrapped you up in his arms easily, picking you up off the ground for a moment and kissing the side of your head before letting you back down, but keeping you in his embrace as he rocked back and forth with you. “They’ve picked me to be the drummer, Roger. I get to meet him sometime this week. I’m pretty stoked, if I’m going to be honest.”

“God, I’m so stoked for you!” you agreed excitedly, taking his face in your hands and pressing a quick congratulatory kiss to his lips. “Queen is such an iconic band, I can’t believe you get the chance to work on this project! Might I say, I’m quite jealous of you.”

“Don’t be too jealous, you’re not the one that’ll have to wear a long ass wig to play the part,” he reminded you, and you swooned openly at the thought, making him frown playfully. “Hey, you don’t like my hair now?”

“Oh, shut up, you know I love it,” you dismissed quickly, grinning as you wrapped your arm around his waist, starting to walk in with him. “I just.... send me lots of selfies with the wigs on. For science, I swear. Nothing else.”

“For science? You’re full of it, love.”

And for Queen, I ship you with John Deacon!

Uh, two sarcastic queens together? Hell yes.

You and John Deacon were made to be together. John’s gentle, non-abrasive demeanor pairs well with your shyness and tendencies towards introversion. He is a homebody just like you, and craves isolation over big crowd settings in almost all situations.  

For this reason, I think you would have met Deacon through Brian. Brian seemed like he was a very grounded, introverted guy when you first met him, so you quickly befriended him and realized upon doing so that there was an extroverted side to him that was often overwhelming for you. He didn’t mind crowds too much, so when you tried to turn down a party at Fred’s in favor of studying, Brian basically forced you to go, not understanding your aversion.

So that’s how you ended up on a fire escape outside Brian, Roger, and Freddie’s apartment, leaning forward against the cool metal and wishing you hadn’t agreed to stay over on the promise that Brian would sleep on the floor and you’d get his bed. It was late, and you were contemplating going home as you stared at a pigeon the floor below you, perched on the metal and only moving every so often when the breeze nudged it sideways.

You were so focused on the bird, you barely heard the window slide open, but a surprised ‘Oh’ from a stranger lulled you out of your daydreams as you looked back to find a long-haired brunette man you recognized as the new bass player peeking out at you. 

“No vacancies,” you teased, laughing when he flushed a bit and apologized. “I’m just joking. I don’t mind if you come out here.”

Crawling out of the window carefully, the unfamiliar man joined you on the fire escape, sitting on the steps opposite you as you turned around to face him, seeing partial recognition light up on his exceptionally young face.

“You’re Brian’s friend, Y/N, right?” When you nodded, he smiled a bit, holding out his hand and shaking yours firmly when it you took it. “I’m John Deacon. Brian was just trying to find you to introduce us, said he was afraid you’d hit your social quota for the night already.”

“That man knows me too well,” you laughed, mainly to yourself, and you looked out towards the city for a moment before glancing back at John, who was playing with his hands quietly, small callouses evident on the pads of his fingers. Furrowing your eyebrows, you were suddenly curious. “Why are you out here?”

“Afraid I’ve hit my social quota as well,” he chuckled, ducking his head a bit before looking up at you. “M’not great with crowds.”

“That makes two of us.” A small grin spread across your face, making Deacon grin back as he bashfully dropped his gaze to his hands again. “So, John Deacon, if you’re not great with crowds, why’d you come tonight?”

“Roger dragged me here.” You made a noise of sympathy as you recognized the situation as being painfully similar to your own. “He thinks I should be more outgoing and chaotic if I’m going to fit in the band better.”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t worry too much about what Roger thinks. He doesn’t do much of it, anyways,” you remarked sarcastically, earning a snort out of the brunette opposite you, and the genuine smile on both of your faces signaled the start of a long friendship that would effortlessly transition into more. 

Deacon was remarkably good at making the slow-burn transition from friends to lovers as comfortable as possible for you. First, it started out with heads on shoulders, leaning against each other, and then he’d let you rest your legs across his when you were lounging on the couch with him. 

Then, there were innocent cuddling moments, turned into extended cuddle sessions, which turned into moments spend on Deacon’s lap while the boys worked in the studio, all sharing knowing looks about how aloof and oblivious you were to the clear partial feelings you had for one another.

So, when John suddenly sprang the question on you one late night at the studio, it didn’t seem so sudden at all. You were curled up against his chest on the couch in the engineer’s booth, listening to Freddie go over his vocals for what seemed like the millionth time, and your eyelids were getting heavy.

He could feel your heart rate slowing, your breathing softening as you slowly drifted in and out of consciousness, and the peaceful, dreamlike state that you were in had his heart swelling so much that he couldn’t stop himself before he asked.

“Y/N, would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Of course you reacted, but not in the way that people usually react when they get asked out. To any of the men inside of the recording area, it could have just looked like John had mentioned that you need milk back at your flat since you’d drank it all, the way you smiled lazily and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yeah. I’d like that... Can we go home soon so I can cuddle my boyfriend?”

Deacon laughed at that, running a hand over the back of your head and nodding when you glanced up at him sleepily. “Yes, we can go home soon. Wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.”

oops that one was kINDAa short OHW ELL