#deaky's grey or light brown with green eyes

[i-am-just-a-skeleton]

silly Queen fic where they get magically turned into cats and have to go on a fun little adventure to get themselves turned back. is this anything

[likesomekindofcheese]

I Put A Spell On You- Roger Taylor x fem! OC

A/N: Hello @benders-diamond-earring​ ! It is I!!! Your Secret Santa revealed!!!

This is my HalloQueen gift (plus a smol moodoboard!) for @dtfrogertaylor​ Halloween celebration. It is a gift for @benders-diamond-earring​ AKA Cora! In her honor, I’ve made Cora my muse and namesake for the OC. Read and enjoy Cora (and everyone!)

Words: 3245

Some angst and lots of fluff!

Context: Cora is in love with her friend Roger, but he’s constantly flirting with other girls and totes not interested or is he??????? So Cora enlists some...supernatural help.

London, 1976

“I’m a freelance, love, I don’t do cheap. But there’s a two-for-one sale with potions so pick what you want.” The witch explained over her counter.

Cora scowled a little at the prices, then shrugged. Witch shops of high quality took effort to find, even in a big city.  

It was a medieval building with a low ceiling and grey stone walls held up by wooden beams. Books and potion bottled filled up the bookshelves. A black cat hopped up to the small table full of cauldrons and bowls of snake skins. It eyed her carefully, still as a statue. Several larger cauldrons bubbled in each corner as if someone was boiling water for four pots of tea.

Mentally blocking the price tags of the potion jars, she studied the labels of each potion bottle she saw. If she was going to go through with this, she had to find the perfect one.

What other choice did she have at this point?

Just the other night at that bar she noticed how Roger was flirting with what seemed any gorgeous woman clicking by in heels and swinging purses by their side. Not that he didn’t have a knack for it. But it felt different that night.  

They laughed intensely. They batted their eyes and hooked onto him like koala cubs. It was just a simple band gathering. Cora could have talked to one of the other members or do some flirting of her own. But envy shut her throat tight. She clutched onto her glass, gulping it down and ordering another. Just wanting to forget.

Only she hadn’t forgotten at all.

If she didn’t act, at least one girl would stay for longer than just one drink. That girl had to be her. No matter what means.

“Are your potions…effective?” Cora asked. Peering into a cauldron of green stuff, she almost heard a voice singing from it.

A bit of Cora’s ashy blonde hair got a little too close to some purple liquid bubbling on a shelf under a little heater and the witch bolted from her counter to brush the strand out of the way.

“It’s magic, love, of course it’s effective. Everything you read on there will happen. But be cautious, it will happen!” the witch boasted. She gestured with long, pale hands with soft, clean nails.

Cora squinted at the witch as she walked back to the counter. She had black hair cut into a pageboy bob and brown eyes. She was older than Cora, but not too much older from the light in her eyes and lightness of her steps. If the flowy, black, maxi dress she was wearing was a different color, one would mistake her for a hippy.

None of the potions on the counters were exactly what Cora needed. She let out a little huff and drove straight to it.

“Where are the love potions?” she asked, her eyes directly into the witches.

“I thought so! That’s what at least a hundred girls come in for!” the witch giggled. She pulled open a squeaking door from behind her counter.

“Well, now it’s a hundred and one,” Cora replied.

She rolled her ball into fists and curled her toe impatiently. She just wanted to be in and out as soon as possible. Especially if someone noticed.

The witch turned under the counter and brought out a small pink jar. One might think strawberry flavored tea was inside it.

“If you whisper the name into the jar and press it to your heart and then have the person take a sip of it, they will kiss the ground you walk on. I hear it tastes like lemonade. More than you can say for some of the others.” she explained with a wink.

“That’s perfect! I’ll have that” Cora answered. She grabbed the jar and cradled it on the crook of her arm.

The witch looked around at the other jars along with her shop lining up on bookshelves.

“Alright, want to pick another one?” she offered with a winning smile. “Buy one, get one, you know.”

Hesitantly, Cora looked at each one. There was another jar that was in a rather large bottle with a long neck and glowed like honey. Its liquid was the color of honey, too, and ran like water when she swirled it around. It had one mere word in cursive, purple ink on its label.

“Confidence” Cora read softly.

She dropped the love potion on the counter and moved the confidence potion next to it.

“I’ll take that one too, please!” Cora insisted.

“I hope you like the smell of cinnamon, it’ll waft up the place” the witch added with a small nod.

She began to add up the price and tax on feather pen on a sheet of crinkly paper.

“I must warn you. My love spells are powerful but…they are just a spell, at the end of the day. Not a real feeling. It’s like you’re giving your victim lines to read and play, but it’s just the spell talking.” She warned grimly as she handed over the sheet with the price.”

“Thanks for your concern, but I’ve made my decision,” Cora answered, looking into the witch’s eyes.

“Fifty pounds, then.”

 Cora shuffled through to her little flat. It was small, with yellow walls and a red, raggedy carpet. She saw her flatmates gathered around the television engrossed in a comedy with its garish colors and ghostly laughter. She prayed they would be too hypnotized to crave a snack.

She tiptoed over to the kitchen and dropped her heavy brown paper bag on the counter facing as far away from the hubbub as possible. Immediately she lifted the pink jar and set it down with a clump.  

Cora unscrewed the top quietly, clutching it in her free hand. She bent down, inhaled it’s maple tinted perfume and whispered the softest, tenderest, most desperate whisper of a name into the jar. She quickly reattached the lid as if she had opened a firing canon. She hugged it tightly to her racing heart for almost a minute,

What was she even doing? Was this a mistake?

Well, too late to go back now. I’ve started this and I’ll finish it!

She almost wanted to kiss the top for luck. Shaking her head from such an adolescent idea, she pushed the potion aside and crept to the black telephone on the wall. She made some calls to her intended victim and his friends. It would be on the Friday before Halloween and she wanted to have a little get-together for the holiday. Her flatmates would be out of town or out. Of course, drinking would welcome.

She put the love potion on the fridge and pushed the confidence potion to the corner of the counter to hide it among the other jam jars and beer bottles.

Deaky arrived first, as usual, with Freddie and Brian rushing after. Cora stuffed her gripping fists into her pocket to pull off an air of a relaxed hostess. Until there were five unmistakable knocks on the door and she nearly leaped into the ceiling.

Roger arrived last, dressed in his denim blue jacket and his blonde hair a little windswept.

“Cora, love! How are you! Not too late, am I? The tube took it’s bloody time!” he greeted with a small hug.

Cora laughed a little and shook her head once he started to release.

“Oh no, we just started- make yourself at home!” she said.

She could still feel his arms around her still pressed lightly on her arm like that of a ghost once he let go.

Roger strutted over to the couch and plopped himself down on the couch next to Freddie. The two began talking about some ridiculous fashion choices the neighbor had made and were cackling.

With a friend like Cora, the band always felt like it was a tiny haven. No press. No managers. No pressure to top. Only relaxation and each other.

“God, I’m starving! Can I help myself?” he asked Cora. She nodded her yellow head.

Brian wandered to the kitchen, filled with pumpkin-shaped sugar cookies on platters. He smiled- not the usual “Skull” meatballs on platters like the typical Halloween party he had been invited to. He helped himself to one and opened the fridge for drinks.

Of course, the good stuff was on the very bottom. Near his calves.

“All the beers are at my feet! I swear, Cora, you’re a pixie!” he complained, crouching down.

“My flat, my rules!” Cora retorted from the corner of the kitchen. She kept one eye on the top of the fridge, just in case.  

Brian closed his eyes, shot up his eyebrows in admittance of defeat, and nodded his head. He did not see the pink jar or if he did he wasn’t interested. He got the chilled wine and set it on the table, near the other cookies, caramel apples, and orange buckets of popcorn.

The television buzzed with noise as Deaky fiddled with the knobs, flipping through channels. The knobs were so small his mammoth-sized hands almost crushed them.

“There has to be some Halloween program somewhere” he muttered.

Roger meanwhile stretched out his legs and looked up at the decorations of orange streamers hanging from the ceiling. His sapphire eyes turned to the beige walls where black cats curled over pumpkins with triangle eyes and toothy grins. The small balcony of the place had glass windows looking out to London amid another dark, autumnal evening. White paper ghosts with pointy hands and small, delicate facial features roamed over the glass, held on by tape. Far too detailed to be any of the dime-a-dozen plastic cats and witches at shops.

“Those are gorgeous!” Roger praised, his head turning to Cora.

Cora sucked in a bit of breath and wiped her sweaty hands.

“D’you make these?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“I did, she asked me to” Freddie burst in.

He had already grabbed a bottle of the cheap champagne from the kitchen that had been out for him and a black ceramic cat with a witch’s hat. He set the bottle down on the coffee table and waltzed back to the kitchen for five glasses, the ceramic cat still under his arm.

Cora’s eyes darted back to the fridge. They had to stop doing this if her blood pressure would last the night. The pink jar was still untouched.

“Don’t you know my designs by now, Rog?” he said. He stroked the cats back as if it was real fur.

“Shut up!” Rog teased with a little pout.

Cora snuck a look and bit of a smile.

“Or shut in!” she added, throwing an in-joke.

Roger looked at her with gleaming eyes. Since she learned about the infamous cupboard incident, she labeled him a shut-in. He hated it at first, but it grew on him secretly. Now he allowed relentless teasings from Cora.

“You shut in!” he added. The others just stared blankly until it stopped.

Deaky kept turning until he found a channel showing the original Dracula film right as it was starting. Freddie practically hopped in his seat and begged him to let them watch it and Deaky relented, laying on the floor and watching.

The black and white movie continued and the three began their commentary over it. Brian was discussing how the crew pulled off the effects, and how the script compared with the book. Freddie was cooing over the capes and how amazing Bella Lugosi was. Roger was busy telling the victims in the box that they were obviously with a vampire and should flee instead of conversing with him “like dumb gits!”. Deaky quietly watched, mesmerized. Cora was secretly wishing it was something a little more current. And scarier.

“Is there any whiskey to drink? I want something strong” he asked Cora.  

“Let me make you some whiskey with lemonade!” Cora insisted. Her pulse was starting to pick up as she eyed the potion on top of her fridge and smiled as it still seemed invisible to everyone else.

“A bit too sweet for my taste, but it’ll do!” Roger said, giving her a smile that could have melted a glacier.

She shot up and walked to the kitchen. As Cora pulled out her stool stood on the top and reached for the jar her mind was half blank. It was when she got the glass from her cabinet that shivers hit her stomach.

This was it. One drink, one small drink, and all her fantasies would come alive. Roger would be at her heels. Glamourous dates, erotic midnights, and the warmth of his hands on her would all come true. He just had to take a sip.

She swallowed her fear and unscrewed the lid, ready to tip it over.

But she couldn’t pour it in.

One pour, one pour, a sip, and he’ll be all mine…and I’ll have a reason not to worry at night or cry…or feel angry inside when some girl or groupie hangs around him…

She tried again, but couldn’t pour it in. The witch’s words came again, clearly to her brain.

“I must warn you. My love spells are powerful but…they are just a spell, at the end of the day. Not a real feeling. It’s like you’re giving your victim lines to read and play, but it’s just the spell talking.”

She thought of him after the drink. Eyes glazed. Words that while romantic were severely robotic. She could practically feel his hands. But they weren’t warm. They were cold and tense as a stone.

She sighed and re-capped the bottle. She shoved the love potion to the back of the fridge with the leftovers.

“Flatmates drank it all, so how about Southern Comfort- I’ve smuggled it from them” she suggested. A plastic smile smudged her face and hurt her cheeks.

“Not a problem at all! I need to walk anyways” Roger answered, he hopped out of his seat to grab it himself.

Cora stopped him with her hand and retrieved a glass of Southern Comfort from inside the fridge’s back corner, pouring out two small glasses.

She watched the movie with them covering the commentary with sarcastic remarks and other light conversations while sipping drinks and eating. Close to the end of the film, she noticed Roger get up from his seat and walk over to the kitchen.

“I need another shot of that stuff…” he mumbled.

His shoes trotted over the kitchen floor and stopped right at the counter where the bottles stood.

“What’s it doing in the corner? Untouched? Whatever!” he commented, opening the bottle with a pop.

Cora’s memory jolted.

The confidence potion was still out.

And it looked exactly like the Southern Comfort bottle-glass, and all.

Cora got up and ran, but it was too late.

“Aw! Is it a new bottle for me, Cora? Hiding a gift, eh? Thank you!” Roger said as he swigged from the bottle in a millisecond before he could be stopped.

His face changed from pale to red to purple. Then he charged up at Fred, tackling him with open fists.

“MY SONG IS STRONG ENOUGH YOU BASTARD!!! FIGHT ME!!” he screamed.

Freddie’s boxing origins kicked in and he dodged each punch gracefully, preparing his fists for a jab-cross-hook at Roger’s chiseled jaw.

Brian and Roger at once fled over and began to protect Freddie and push Roger away. Cora pulled Roger back by the shoulders.

“Roger…Roger of course it is! You need some air, let’s go outside!” Cora demanded, practically dragging him there.

They went out to the balcony. Cars could barely be heard skimming the streets. More stars stretched over the sky, not threatened by the cities blaring, yellow lights.

“Roger, calm down!” she ordered.

Roger blinked at her for a moment.

“Cora, I’m calm…I’ve never felt this calm in ages!” he insisted. He began to lick his lips a little.

Cora cursed herself for immediately feeling woozy. Maybe it was the whiskey. She folded her arms and continued her reasoning.

“Roger, you love Fred more than anything and you know it! And the song’s already on the B-side…everything’s worked out” she insisted.

“Not everything” Roger answered. He sat down on the green, steel chair placed outside, cold with nothing but the constant chill around it.

“What do you mean?” Cora asked. She placed her hands on her hips to look even taller than him now.

 “You have everything you could ever want right now! Two years ago, you could barely afford beans and now you’re getting to be a rock star with hit songs, money, and girls at your feet.”

“Well, I don’t want those girls. They don’t matter if they aren’t you” Roger confessed, the cinnamon scent of the potion still wafting from his breath.

Cora felt as if she was dropped from the sky and plummeted to earth. She got dizzy and almost felt like she would teeter off the building but caught herself on the railing of the balcony.

“You’re joking!” she said.

“No, I’m not!”

“Did you have any of that pink stuff I had?”

“What pink stuff?” Roger asked.

He looked down, took a deep breath, and then took her hands. Cora felt them sweat slightly. He pulled her a little closer, so despite how short she was, she stood over his sitting frame. Roger looked up, his face soft with reverence and his eyes getting wide and his smile gentle.

“It’s that I just…I’m normally so nervous around you. I feel my heart picking up and I start sweating” he said quietly.

“What about those girls?”

“I used to devour them but lately… I like to use them as a warmup so I could be ready to ask you out sometime but…none of them were anything like you. They want my talent or that I’m a drummer in a band or something…they didn’t care about me…like you do” he said.

Winds picking up, the clouds above in the night sky moved further away. More stars dotted the sky like freckles on a face.

“But now, I feel…at peace. And I fancy you. And I’m not afraid anymore to say I fancy you...and…”

He bit his lower lip and Cora felt her body get hot.

“I always had a soft spot for blonde girls.” He added cheekily. Cora had to look down at the floor for a second to regain herself another time.

“There, I said it.” Roger finished, he tossed him arms and slumped back in the chair for a release.

She smiled coquettishly and went up to embrace him. He almost jumped from surprise. How could someone so strong, so radiantly beautiful, so brave, so confident, and awe-inspiring like obnoxious old him?

She sat on his lap from the hug and touched his face with both hands. Both of their eyes seemed to get a little misty.

“I fancy you too.” She answered. “I’ve fancied you for a while.”

“Do you…d’you wanna go out with me? Like, not as friends, but you know…”

“I will if you kiss me first!” Cora teased, biting her lip.

His lips were tender, and his breath had the sting of the southern comfort still on it, but it was a passionate kiss. One only witnessed by the stars in the sky.

That and three curious bandmates quietly staring through the glass. Brian cursed and slipped Deaky five pounds.

“Told you they’d be together” Deaky hissed.

[petrodragonicapocalypse]

At first it seemed like john only had the heterochromia in one picture but now after looking closer i can kinda see that the right one does indeed have a bit more green in it? Idk if thats just me being hopeful for if im looking into things too closely lol and the other one is a bit more blue?

omg im getting asked about deakys eyes?? truly living my best life here guys 😄

firstly, I think (like lots of grey/green eyes) they change colour depending on the lighting, which is fun!! You can see in the photos below, in the first they're green and in the second they're grey or even blue :)

I think the heterochromia that we're talking about is the dark (brown?) fleck at the bottom of his right (our left) eye, which is what I've drawn arrows to in the photos below.

As you can probably see, there's quite a lot of variation throughout his irises - there's a bit that almost looks yellow in the first pic!! so it's likely that one eye's more green than the other, again depending on the lighting.

SIDE NOTE: I LOVE GREY EYES SO MUCH!! IF ANY OF YOU THINK YOUR EYE COLOUR IS BORING THEN YOURE WRONG!!! 😍😍😍

actually this has got me in the mood for doing some deaky's eyes related art hmm

anyway, this has been fun for me bc 1) I love jrd, and 2) I've got heterochromia lol - my eyes are blue but about a fifth of one of em is brown (madeline mccan style sksndks no im not her) which is fun if you catch me in a certain light and think my eyes turning red lmaooo

[cyberdva]

Drummer Boy Part 7 Roger Taylor X Reader (John X Reader)

(Originally From My Wattpad Book @panicathetrash15 )

I have the flu and still procrastinated while writing this. This is also the longest chapter I’ve written for this book... wow.

Paring: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor X Reader 

Song: I will Survive By:Gloria Gaynor

          Keep Your Self Alive By: Queen

Warnings: Cursing and Mentions Of Drinking

Words: 3k

Main Masterlist 

Part 1

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Part 9

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Drummer Boy- Roger Taylor x Reader - Seven - Wattpad

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Y/N POV

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 "Wait, isn't the battle today?" Crap. We only had one day to practice. We are preforming,"I Will Survive," by Gloria Gaynor. We had played it previously before the competition, but it still needed some work. We wanted to fix our mistakes with the song yesterday, but Tammy was so busy with Roger, so we couldn't.

I sat right up, I buried my hands in my face, "I need to practice." I sighed. I had a cold feeling, my body ached. Last night was the first night this week I had slept. John just stared at me, "What song are you guys preforming. I just want to make sure our performances don't end up like last time."

He then sat up, his long hair was a tangled mess, "It's fine, we're doing an original song. It's Freddie's first time preforming it. He's new to the group, well so am I, but he's new to the whole preforming thing. I don't know if you saw what happened time we played. Freddie dropped the mic, Roger was pissed, I thought it was hilarious honestly."

I laughed, "Oh no! I didn't see that. I feel bad for him!" John looked over and smiled at me.

"Don't be, he's new. That performance was the first time he ever sang live. I was impressed honestly, he's got a lot of talent." I nodded my head in agreement. I then got up and found my sweater folded on the ground were I left it previously.

"Hey I had fun last night." John fiddled with his soft brown hair, he was visibly nervous. How should I respond? Is he going to ask me out? My heart fluttered at the sight, I thought about dating someone finally, someone who cared. When I pictured the image I didn't see John, for some strange reason the figment of Roger came to mind. My stomach clenched why did I think of him. I'm supposed to hate him. When I looked back up from the ground, Deaky's aura seemed to cripple. Did I do something to upset him? I then pieced it together, my face showed disgust after my inner battle with my mind. I think he got the wrong idea. My mouth formed into a smile.

"I did too! Thank you so much for having me!" He melted back into his normal self, then his face went into a state of confusion. I sat at the foot of his bed as he thought, I then slide my shoes back on, my bag was left by the bedside, so I went to go grab it.

"Before you go Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to stay over again tonight, if you want to. I found it really relaxing having you here." His eyes glistened when he spoke to me.

"Of course! Do you want to meet up after the competition?"

"Yeah, of course! I'll walk you out." He pulled the blanket off of his body. He wax wearing a tight light green shirt with red and green flannel pants. I snatched my bag up from the ground and neatly fixed his duvet cover on his bed. We walked side by side down the stairs in silence, the only thing we hear is the sound of our own feet pattering down the stairs. We proceeded through the hallway and finally made it to his large brown door. John unlocked the door and we both stepped outside the air was crisp, the sun was still rising. It cast a beam of light over the two of us.

We both just stood there looking at each other, we both seemingly got closer to each other and soon enough we kissed. Deaky put is hands on my face, his hands were callous, obviously from playing bass. It was sweet and passionate, he meant to kiss me, his hands traveled to my hair lightly tugging it, I did the same. A minute passed and we were cut off by... Roger?

"Hey love birds! Is it ok if we borrow Deaky? We have a competition to attend to, you wouldn't know much about actually  preforming Y/N." He had a hurt look imbedded in his eyes, it dissolved as he slivered out the last part of his sentence. I gave John a final farewell and he trued to apologize, I went on my way. By John's driveway there was a van with Brian and Freddie standing outside. Brian waved at me and Freddie shouted a hello and waved ferociously at me. I waved back and continued on my way home, I could hear faint yelling from who I assume is Roger and John. I jogged home, or lightly sprinted since I had no physical stamina at all. When I was home I found a note in the table that read,

Dear Y/N,

We know you were busy with John last night... ;)

"Ew." I said aloud, I contemplated continuing the note, even with that horrid intro to the letter I proceeded.

We didn't get home until very late last night and we see why you left, or at least why we think you left the house. (If you don't know what we're talking about it has to do with Roger and Tammy.) When you get home please hurry to the practice hall. We're in Studio C today and only have 4 hours to practice. Crystal wanted us to have a simple dress code, but I didn't really fancy it. We each wear a black skirt with same color stockings and shoes. You probably have those things, but to finish off the look I left a dark blue shirt and black tank top on your bed. We're doing a color scheme to appeal to the judges, Crystal is Red, you're blue, I am yellow, and Tammy is green. Just come in the outfit so we can overpower Crystal. See you soon.

-Cynthia

I walked into my bedroom to find the blue shirt mentioned in the letter. I grabbed a few things out of my closet and put them on. I shimmed on the black stockings first, they had a tiny design of vertical lines that traveled up and down my leg. I then put on the tank top, accompanied by the skirt and then I pulled the shirt over my head, lastly I put on black combat boots I had gotten for my birthday last year. They were very shiny since I had never worn them before, I could see my own reflection just by glancing at them. I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do with my hair, so I left it in the bun I had it in, it would be best if I left it like that. If I didn't I could over heat while playing. It wasn't the most comfortable outfit, but whatever Cynth wants she gets. My electric blue guitar was hanging on the wall, this would be a good first time to use it, right? I put it in my guitar case and looked for my grey wallet and keys. Once they were located I went to the studio, we still had a good three hours to practice. The building was freezing for some reason and there was barley anyone in the building except for two people walking around and a receptionist.

I went up to him, "Hi, excuse me, Do you know where studio C is?" He looked up from the paper work he was writing on and looked at me.

"Uh yeah, it's down the hall to your right." he smiled at me and gestured to where the hallway was. I thanked him and went to where he pointed to. When I turned right I slammed right into something and of course that something was a person, and to top it all off it was the one and only Roger Taylor.

"Are you stalking me?" he smirked as he got back up.

"As if Taylor, honestly it looks like you are stalking me." I grabbed my guitar case, hoping it wasn't broken and walked right past him in a hurry. A door with the letter C painted on it crossed my eye, the door opened before I had gotten to it.

"Took you long enough, go tune up." It was Tammy, I bet she's going to go "meet up" with Roger. I did as she told and met up with the rest of the band.

Before I knew it our three hours were up and it was time for us to preform. We got the car packed and went on our way to the venue.

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My palms were sweating as I pace backstage, we were up next and for some reason I had become extremely nervous. From the corner of my eye I saw Queen come barging into the venue, it was the least of my worries. That's what I thought until I then saw John and Roger coming up to me. I turned right back around and tried not to shake as I waited for my turn.

"You new to the whole preforming thing?" next to me stood Brian holding his red guitar, he was looking straight forward at the people playing now.

"Yeah, it doesn't help that I get anxious before too."

He hummed in response and glanced down at me, he looked away and quickly looked back.

"Hey, that's a nice guitar you have, may I see it?" he perked up.

"Of course!" I lifted the guitar over my head and handed it to him. He looked at the strings and turned some of the knobs and then set them back to how they were previously.

"What model is this?"

"It's a Fender S-1 Strat." Bri handed my guitar back and I put it back on.

"I rarely see anyone use that model, did you get it in London? I saw a lot there."

Before I could answer him I hear Roger yell something in our direction.

"Oye John, it looks like you have some competition."

Brian and I turned both turned bright red and he used that as his cue to leave and talk to Cynthia. Aren't they dating or something, she speaks fondly of him sometimes. She isn't that open about her personal life.

Before I knew it we were called onto the stage.

"Alright girls, what song are you doing today?" one of the judges spoke, her hair was cut short into a Pageboy style and she spoke with a monotone voice.

Crystal grabbed the mic, all eyes were on her, "We're doing, "I Will Survive," by Gloria Gaynor." Some audience members clapped or cheered, this song has gained a fair amount of popularity over the months.

"Ok, start when you're ready."

Crystal took the mic and went to the piano across the stage and started to play.

At first I was afraid I was petrified Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side; But then I spent so many nights Thinkin' how you did me wrong

And I grew strong And so you're back from outer space I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face I should have changed that stupid lock

I should have made you leave your key If I'd've known for just one second you'd back to bother me Go on now, go walk out the door Just turn around now

I stood still as I began to play, my fingers tried to remember each chord and quickly got into the song, I looked up from my hands, since I was finally comfortable with playing and saw John watching me. I smiled and looked back down.

('Cause) you're not welcome anymore Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye Did I crumble Did you think I'd lay down and die?

Oh no, not.I. I will survive Oh as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive; I've got all my life to live, I've got all my love to give and I'll survive,

I will survive. Hey hey. It took all the strength I had not to fall apart Kept trying' hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart, And I spent oh so many nights

Cynthia strutted towards me and we faced each other as we play, it looked like a mini battle of sorts. It was really fun until Crystal stepped away from the piano and came in between us.

Just feeling sorry for myself. I used to cry But now I hold my head up high And you see me somebody new I'm not that chained up little person still in love with you,

And so you feel like droppin' in And just expect me to be free, Now I'm savin' all my lovin' for someone who's lovin' me Go on now.. etc.

We finished the song and the crowd cheered as the judges wrote down our scores, the Pageboy judge motioned for us to go off stage and some guys came on stage to move our drums. Backstage was Roger and John, when Tammy saw him, she ran over to him, took his face and kissed him as hard as she could. Heartbreak. ̶I̶ ̶f̶e̶l̶t̶ ̶a̶ ̶p̶a̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶j̶e̶a̶l̶o̶u̶s̶y̶.̶  I was fine, I wasn't ready for their outburst, but when I saw John I gave him the biggest hug I could muster up at the moment.

"You were absolutely divine Y/N!" John hugged me again, I saw Roger look over his face faltered.  ̶S̶u̶c̶c̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶.

"Next Up is Queen."

John let go of me, "I'll see you after? Right?"

"Of course, good luck."

I stood by the stage to watch them preform, Roger glanced at me he had a cigarette in his mouth. Freddie sashayed over to the mic with a tambourine.

"What song will you be preforming." a different judge spoke up, he was wearing an ugly mustard color hat.

Brian spoke into the mic, "An original song call, "Keep Yourself Alive."

"Whenever you're ready."

"Before we start," Roger then spoke into his mic, "We have two new people we forgot to introduce last time, some people have been curious on who they were. We have a new bassist John Deacon." Many people cheered, "We also have a new singer Freddie B-Bulsara." Less people cheered, but I clapped for Freddie. My heart wrenched when I heard two or three comments insulting him. Absolute wankers. Roger counted them off.

I was told a million times Of all the troubles in my way Mind you grow a little wiser Little better every day But if I crossed a million rivers And I rode a million miles Then I'd still be where I started Bread and butter for a smile Well I sold a million mirrors In a shopping alley way But I never saw my face In any window any day Now they say your folks are telling you Be a super star But I tell you just be satisfied Stay right where you are

Keep yourself alive, yeah Keep yourself alive Ooh, it'll take you all your time and money Honey you'll survive

Freddie struggled with the microphone and people stifled laughs, he was perfect last performance. The audacity of these people thinking they know so much. Before I knew it he had ripped the microphone from the stand and had half of the mic in his hand, from time to time he beat it with his tambourine. He got so into it Brian had to remind him of the lyrics, he's a true showman. 

Well I've loved a million women In a belladonic haze And I ate a million dinners Brought to me on silver trays Give me everything I need To feed my body and my soul And I'll grow a little bigger Maybe that can be my goal I was told a million times Of all the people in my way How I had to keep on trying And get better every day But if I crossed a million rivers And I rode a million miles Then I'd still be where I started Same as when I started

Keep yourself alive, come on Keep yourself alive Ooh, it'll take you all your time and money honey You'll survive, shake

John started to dance while preforming, it was the cutest thing ever, I think Roger saw me looking at him because he started to play harder and looked at me. I started to dance along, our band should start doing some of our own songs too, the people seem to like it.

Keep yourself alive, wow Keep yourself alive Oh, it'll take you all your time and money To keep me satisfied

Do you think you're better every day? No, I just think I'm two steps nearer to my grave

Keep yourself alive, c'mon Keep yourself alive Mm, you take your time and take more money Keep yourself alive Keep yourself alive C'mon keep yourself alive All you people keep yourself alive Keep yourself alive C'mon c'mon keep yourself alive It'll take you all your time and a money To keep me satisfied Keep yourself alive Keep yourself alive All you people keep yourself alive Take you all your time and money honey You will survive

Keep you satisfied

The song finished and everyone cheered even the idiots from before. John came off stage all sweaty and tried to hug me, I squealed and tried to run, but he caught up to me. I may or may not have kissed him. Freddie found us and gawked over the fact that Deaky would "do such a thing." Somehow he also found out I was staying at John's and he turned it into a group sleepover. There goes my night and now Roger's probably going to ruin it even more.

We packed up all of our belongings and drove to John's house. After we were there for around an hour someone found alcohol and half of us got drunk. John and I were together on his couch, both covered in his blanket. Roger was drinking across the room just staring at us as Tammy was dancing with Crystal and Brian. Freddie and Cynthia were already asleep in John's guest bedrooms, he had a lot of those surprisingly. The night dragged on and by two Roger and Tammy were on the front steps making out.

John and were almost asleep, but wanted to finish the Star Trek episode we were on before sleeping. We heard the front door slam and Tammy tried to start up a conversation about the artwork in John's house, but all of us couldn't hold onto the topic. My eyes drooped and John had to rub my back to keep me awake. Once the show ended I stood up and started to clean up. John showed the pair to the room next to ours, that could be a mistake. Before I knew it I was snuggling with Deaky, what I didn't see was Roger standing by the door watching us.

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happy new year // roger taylor x reader

a/n i am a total hoe for soulmate aus. so might as well start out this year with one of my guilty pleasures. the one that i chose is : you can’t see the color of your soulmates eyes (if your soulmate’s eyes are green, you can’t see any green). only their eyes have that color, and you can’t see the rest of the world in that color, until you touch them (is this incoherent? idk i can’t tell). cheesy, but i love it. get ready for a debaucherous (i love that word) queen party, and some good old fashioned eighties bs.

just too clear something up, you can’t see the eye color if your soulmate is in a picture. so if you see a picture of your soulmate, you won’t be able to see the color of their eyes.

masterlist here!

also i got a little carried away so it turned into a little bit of an oc fic??? lmao

enjoy :)

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until new years eve 1978, you were totally convinced that the color blue was a myth.

twenty seven years on planet earth, with still one color missing from your life. and you were used to it. all of your friends had found their soulmates young, always gleefully describing the dresses in store windows and the daytime sky. to you, it was all grey. and you really didn’t mind. sunsets were still beautiful, so were the colorless flowers and pale fabrics.

plus, you weren’t terribly concerned with your personal life as much as you were for your professional life. you weren’t hung up on finding your soulmate, though sometimes you would drift off and wonder what your life would be like if you had already found that one person with bright blue eyes.

you woke up on december twenty-ninth, refreshed and desperate to make it to the weekend. your friend had been hinting that she had a special surprise for you, but wouldn’t tell you until friday. well, it was friday, and you were anxious to find out. you desperately hoped she hadn’t gone searching for people with “blue” eyes (as she had already found her soulmate and knew the color), then set you up on blind dates. you knew all that she wanted to do was help you find “the one”, but you were fine with just casual dates, casual relationships.

it was another grey day in london, with rain streaming down the windows and pooling in potholes. you worked at a diner downtown, one serving more american themed dishes. all you really got there were groups of tourists or drunk people stumbling in during your late night shifts. it kept things quite entertaining. fridays were your easiest shift. nine to three, just having to deal with the light lunch rush. then immediately after, you were scheduled to meet at a local coffee shop with your friend where she would finally reveal what she had been planning.

the one thing you truly couldn’t stand about your work was the uniform you had to wear. it was a fifties style dress, designed to look like one for an old-fashioned housewife. yours was a creamy pastel yellow, with a crisp white apron that held your notepad, a polaroid of your childhood dog, and a pack of cigarettes. you wrestled your unruly curls into a loose updo, topping it off with a yellow headband that matched the color of your dress.

you looked exactly like a mid fifties woman, the light colors of the dress contrasting nicely with your deep brown skin. yawning slowly, you shuffled over to your clock, eyes widening when you realized what time it was. 8:20. bollocks. your commute in itself was nearly half an hour using the underground, which a ten minute walk in your frilly dress, no matter what the weather. if you didn’t leave right then, you would be late for your shift.

throwing on a dark red overcoat, you headed out the door, a granola bar and scarf in hand. you lived alone in a tiny flat right near the outskirts of the city, and the nearest underground station was a brisk walk away. your commute passed in silence, and soon enough you were at your work, just a few minutes before your shift began.

“hello my dear.” crooned a stout woman name rosie as you entered the break room. you gave her a quick smile and a nod in response. she gave you a pat on the back as she passed by, placing her burnt out cigarette on a nearby ashtray. there was a small mirror on the wall, and you walked over to it, adjusting your overflowing curls.

after putting on your “professional” smile, you went into the main dining room. at the front was a group of people waiting to be seated. there was a ridiculously tall man with a wild mane of curls, a shorter man with close cropped curly hair, another man with a particularly bold fur coat, and a lanky woman seated next to someone with fluffy blond hair. you couldn’t quite spot their face as they appeared to be whispering something to the woman that made her giggle and blush. the tallest one approached you, a kind smile on his angular features.

“hullo, do you have a table for five?”

“of course! right this way sir!” you chirped, grabbing five menus from behind the hostess podium. waving the group towards you, your eyes scanned for an empty table. you placed the menus down on a corner booth, giving your brief spiel about the daily specials and if they wanted coffee. you still hadn’t been able to see who the blond haired individual was, but you had other tables to deal with.

after greeting another table, you returned to the table with the five people, the blond one and the woman they were talking with noticeably absent.

“y’all ready to order?” you asked as you poured their coffee. the one with the bouncy curls nodded, flipping to the omelette page.

“yes okay… i’ll have the veggie omelette, and deaky,” he tilted his head towards the man next to him.

“i’ll have the chocolate chip pancakes,”

“and i’ll have the eggs benedict darling! roger must be off with his plaything doing god knows what,” the man in the vivid coat huffed dramatically, taking a sip from his coffee cup.

“just some hash browns for them i guess. thank you so much love.” you gave him a bright smile, tucking a stray curl behind your ear.

“sure thing! that all sir?”

“darling please, call me freddie.” he gave you a wink, and you returned his crooked smile.

freddie huh?

while walking away, you had an inkling feeling that those people were… important in some way, but you couldn’t put your finger on what exactly was bothering you. it took a few more minutes of flitting around before you finally got an answer, from one of the chefs whispering in the kitchen as you went to pick up their food.

“oh my god… is that queen?”

queen. world renowned rock band that broke every expectation and barrier set before them. and you were serving them. at nine fifteen am. in downtown london. holy shit. once you made that revelation, you handed off the dishes, and ducked into the storeroom, back pressed to the wall.

holy shit.

in that moment, you were almost painfully aware of the grey in your vision. the sky would always be grey, no matter the weather. there was one color missing from your life, and all the shades that came with it. sometimes, you only wanted to meet your soulmate in order to make the world whole.

too soon, your little moment was over, and you had to put on the happy face once more. i still have samantha’s surprise, you thought to yourself. plus, your day was already quite nice thanks to the world famous band that you were serving.

however, once you entered the dining room, they were gone, most likely due to the masses that had flocked to your little diner when someone got word of their presence. their plates were half-finished, with a small napkin wrapped package on the table. intrigued, you walked over. in the little package was a hundred pound bill, and a small handwritten note.

‘so sorry for ducking out darling, the crowds were getting a little heavy. here’s some money for your troubles.

in other news, the boys and i would like to extend an invitation to our new years party. you seem like a lovely girl, and stunningly beautiful might i add. i promise you, the festivities will not disappoint.

if you decide not to go, that is fine as well. the party is gonna be in feltham, and i bet you’ll be able to find it. our parties tend to leave a trace.

wish you the best my dear!

- freddie mercury, brian may, john deacon, and roger taylor’

what?

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six hours later your shift was over, the lunch rush passing by without much fanfare. due to you heading out the door in such disarray, you had forgotten a change of clothes for your hang out with samantha. so you walked in to the closest pub in a frilly yellow dress. she was leaning against the bar, sipping a moscow mule. once sam spotted you with her sharp brown eyes, she waved you over, beaming ridiculously.

you immediately ran over and wrapped her in a hug, almost spilling her drink in the process. she laughed, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before hopping up onto a nearby barstool. her fiery red hair framed a grinning face, freckles spotting her nose and cheeks.

“oh my god, samantha, you would not believe what happened today!” you sighed heavily, letting your curls tumble down from your updo. the bartender pushed a pint your way, probably already ordered by sam. she was too good to you.

“o oh me first! guess what i got us an invitation to?” she wiggled her eyebrows, finishing off her drink in one gulp. you shrugged, giving her a “continue” gesture. slowly sipping your pint, you kept your eyes on your rambunctious friend.

“my friend mindy, the hairdresser, happens to cut hair for a certain mr. mercury…” she smirked, taking a sip from her second (as far as you knew) drink.

“long story short… WE’RE GOING TO QUEEN’S NEW YEARS PARTY!!!” sam let out a triumphant whoops, doing a little dance as you and an old man at the other end of the bar watched. you were truthfully too stunned to give a proper reaction, and she soon noticed.

“hellooooo, they’re only one of the most popular bands in the world! and we! can! hang! out! with! them! at freddie fucking mercury’s house! how are you not losing it! i know how much you love them.” you shook your head, laughing quietly to yourself. you soon couldn’t stop, shoulders shaking. sam looked at you, concern evident on her face. before she could question your reason for random laughter, you spoke up.

“funny story now, i may or may not have waited on mr. mercury on the rest of the band today at work.” you could feel a bright smile stretching across your features as your friend’s face fell in shock. the straw fell out of her mouth, drink tipping dangerously to one side.

“aaaaaand he left me an invite as well. and a hundred pound tip.” she soon caught on, shrieking in glee.

“who cares how we got invited. we’re going to queen’s new years party!!!!!!” you both danced around in a little circle, quickly shutting up when the aging female bartender shot you both a withering glare.

you were going to queen’s new years party.

this was gonna be fun.

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you spent the night of the twenty-ninth of december having a movie night with your cousin who was in town. you didn’t tell her about the queen party, since it still didn’t feel quite real. on saturday you headed out with sam, searching for some outfits for the party. a high end boutique called biba wasn’t far from when you worked, so after covering an early morning shift for rosie, you headed out.

“ooo this would look so good on you y/n!” sam shoved another short dress your way, yet another shade of grey. for some reason, samantha was absolutely convinced that your soulmate would be there at the party, calling it her “matchmaker sense” but she couldn’t talk, she had found her soulmate at eighteen. she swore to you that everything she picked out was blue, though she could have found silver and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

“davey isn’t gonna be joining us, just not his scene, so it’ll be a girls night!” sam ran around you in circles, tucking in a piece of fabric here, ruffling a skirt there. this particular dress was quite form-fitting, in a medium “blue” that hit you right at the mid thigh. but sheer fabric dripped down the skirt, in a slightly lighter shade, making it appear as if you were fading away. it was truly gorgeous. the dress had a sweetheart neckline in the darker “blue” fabric, then the sheer fabric created long sleeves and a neckline that stopped right at your collarbone.

it was gorgeous. sam picked out accessories made of silver and apparently the same “blue” as most of the dress. you had a velvet choker, jacket style earrings shaped to look like teardrops, and a set of stackable rings in silver and the dark blue. you had styled your own hair, braiding close to your scalp into two even plaits. your eyelids glitter silver, white eyeliner turning up into a cat eye. you had dark grey lipstick, that sam insisted was a dark blue. despite your inability to see the primary color of your ensemble, you were still stunning in all grey, contrasting with your dark brown skin.

you looked like a benevolent goddess of night and stars, a femme fatale that could rule the world.

“puuurrrrfect darling.” sam crooned, obviously doing an impression of freddie mercury and failing with pride. you giggled like a schoolgirl, still gazing dreamily at your striking reflection. sam came up from behind you, resting her chin on your shoulder. she assured you that she already had an outfit picked out, so she was dressed down, ruby-red hair loose around her shoulders.

“okay so plan for tomorrow…” you tore yourself away from your reflection, turning back to sam.

“davey and i come pick you up at nine, he drops us off, and we go get shitfaced!” you chuckled at her unbridled enthusiasm as she danced around, pumping her fist in the air. you carefully took off the dress and various accessories, slipping on your simple street clothes. sam gathered the clothing her arms, insisting that she pay for the outfit. though you put up a fight, she won, and you spent the ride back to your house thanking her profusely. the two of you met your first year of college and had become inseparable ever since. that night was spent like many in your uni days. homemade popcorn, the brady bunch, matching pajamas, and falling asleep on your couch.

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sam had been gone the next morning, leaving you to lounge around until it was nearly time for them to arrive. after a quick dinner of reheated chicken tikka masala, you headed to your bedroom.

you dressed slowly, having to redo your makeup a few times due to the incessant shaking of your hand. the idea of where you were going was so surreal. the freddie fucking mercury had invited you, a waitress with a masters degree in physics, to his new years eve party. the thought almost made you laugh. but under that, was an overwhelming amount of childhood giddiness. your reflection looked almost like a girl playing dress up instead of the goddess you looked like yesterday. still beautiful.

after you finally slipped into a pair of “blue” flats and finally got your winged liner perfect, sam was knocking at your door. she was wearing a fringed gold mini dress, long hair pulled into a tight bun. her eyelids and cheeks were dusted with a similar shade of gold, and she wore a red lipstick just barely brighter than her hair. she grinned at you, showing a hint of slightly crooked teeth.

“you ready to get plastered mdear?” her trademark grin appeared once she got a full look at your ensemble, a hint of pride visible in her eyes. your appearance was a result of her handiwork after all. you couldn’t help but match her enthusiasm.

this was going to be a night to remember.

on the car ride to wherever freddie’s estate was, queen blasted from the radio in david’s car. somebody to love was playing. samantha’s fingers were intertwined with her boyfriend’s as she sat in the passenger seat next to him. she sang along with a smile on her lips, occasionally turning around to grin at you.

hearing that particular song, in that particular setting, with those two particular people, made you a little wistful. you didn’t even want a romantic relationship in particular. just the person out there with the soul that fits perfectly with yours.

before you knew it, davey had pulled up to the curb about a block away from the house, since all the parking spaces on the curb were occupied. you and sam said your goodbyes to davey, sam opting for a quick kiss.

as you made your way closer to the house, you started to feel in over your head. there were pairs of people clustered together on the lawn, stumbling around. you approached the doorstep, sam not far behind. you gave her a nervous look, hand coming up too readjust your hair for what felt like the hundredth time. sam took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“ready y/n?”

“ready sammy.”

she smiled, and with her other hand opened the door and entered the chaos. you followed close behind, jaw dropping when you encountered the party raging on inside.

there seemed to be just a singular mass of people, all moving and tipping to the beat of a bass drum. at first you were too stunned to move, just gazing wide eyed at the party. but you forgot that your hand was still joined with sam’s, and she pulled you gently away from the doorway, slipping between the people. you could feel the thrum of the music in your chest as you walked too where sam was dragging you. it was to the alcohol.

she pulled her hand away to fill four shot glasses with vodka, handing you two of them with a mischievous grin.

“to 1979!”

“to 1979.”

counting to three, you knocked one of the shots back, followed by the second one immediately after. you could feel a warm buzz from the alcohol filling your senses, slightly burning the back of your throat. sam shouted an inaudible goodbye before disappearing, leaving you to take another shot alone and then crack open a bottle of beer. you could feel the alcohol begin to relax you, releasing the tension from your shoulders.

you felt a silly grin paint your features when the next song played, an upbeat elton john record that you had on vinyl back at home. you hopped onto the dance floor, the loose fabric of your dress brushing against your thighs. it felt really good to let loose, since you rarely had a break from dealing with people all day long. now you could relax under the soft influence of alcohol, dancing with whoever the fuck you wanted, soulmates be damned.

you danced your way through the space, randomly spinning into people's arms, giggling wildly. eventually, you stumbled into a break in the crowd, now standing around the edge of a circle of couches. four men were seated there, obviously the center of attention.

queen.

you managed to catch freddie mercury’s eye, giving him a tiny wave that you were convinced he didn’t see. he did, and he came over to you, taking you by the shoulders and giving you two brief cheek kisses.

“you were our waitress from the other day, yes? y/n? oh my dear, i’m so glad you can make it. i hope you are enjoying yourself!”

“definitely! thank you so much for inviting me by the way. and for the tip!” you had to shout to carry a conversation in the chaotic space, constant chatter and music filling the hot air. or maybe you were shouting because of the alcohol in your system.

“anytime love,” just then, fat bottomed girls started playing, and freddie beamed at you.

“now go dance! leave 1978 in the dust with flair!” he gave your shoulder a gentle push, moving you towards the dance floor, which seemed to be everywhere. you gave him one last smile and danced your way into the crowd to the lyrics “hey i was just a skinny lad / never knew no good from bad”

freddie turned back to the band, taking a seat right next to brian. he looked over, spotting roger staring at the place where you had disappeared with an awestruck expression.

“oi fred, who was that?” he turned towards freddie, a hint of childish excitement in his words.

“the waitress we had the other day that you didn’t meet because you were in the bathroom shagging that one girl.” he winced at freddie’s words, but roger still leaned forward, now ignoring the girl who was, up until then, trailing her hand down his chest.

“what’s got you so excited, huh?” deaky glanced over at roger, taking a swig from his beer bottle. roger shot him a glare, but soon went back to his excited and tense expression.

“say deaky, what color was that girl’s eyes?” deaky turned back to roger, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

“you don’t think…”

“i do think.” roger said those words with a finality, finishing off the drink in his hand, the girl by his side completely forgotten.

“i caught a glimpse of her face as she turned away, and her eyes looked, different. they were unlike any color i’d ever seen.”

“holy shit.” deaky whispered, placing his beer bottle on the low coffee table between the couches.

“rog, you can’t seriously…” brian began, getting cut off by roger beginning to speak again. he muttered to the girl by his side, probably a half assed apology due to her immediate storming away from the band.

“yes brian, i am serious,” roger leapt to his feet, anxiously adjusting his half-open button down and hair in the back of a spoon resting on the table. freddie grinned, giving roger a quick hug before patting his cheek.

“go get her rog, i believe in you.”

“thanks, fred. wish me luck!” roger called out as he slipped away, leaving the other three band members a little startled by the sudden change of mood.

“you could see that her eyes were the right color fred, didn’t you?” brian asked, readjusting to look his bandmate in the eye. freddie’s smile was evidence enough that he had invited you on the hunch that you were roger’s soulmate. and it seemed that he was right.

“of course darling, he deserves something steady, and i have a feeling she will be more than capable to handle his energy.”

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you had spent the last hour dancing with various people, at one point even exchanging a sloppy kiss with someone on the dance floor following a long slow dance to love of my life. you were then dancing with a small group of girls, including sam, who you found in just a few minutes after entering the main heart of the party.

too soon, it was nearing midnight, and you took a moment to review your 1978.

you had finally completed your masters degree in physics, had a flat all to yourself, a job that helped pay the bills, a best friend who would always be by your side, and more yet to come. though you didn’t find your soulmate in ‘78, the next year and the next year were unable to peer into, so anything could happen.

while gazing off into the distance while everyone danced around you, someone tapped on your shoulder. when you spun around freddie mercury was there, a mischievous smile on his sharp features.

“hello my dear, i truly hope you have a wonderful 2019, and i have a feeling there is much in store for you.”

“and to you too freddie, may you be blessed with a thousand cats and a thousand spot on performances.” he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before disappearing, but there was a person behind him looking right at you. when you looked up to meet their eyes, you nearly had a heart attack. fluffy blond hair framed the beaming face of notorious rockstar roger taylor. but what really shocked you to your core were his eyes.

they felt like a break in the clouds, a cool breeze on a hot day, the missing puzzle piece. he was possibly the most beautiful creature you had ever seen, with the most stunning eyes of a fresh, new color.

they were blue.

blue! the color wasn’t a myth! he looked as awestruck as you felt, lips parted slightly as he took a step towards you. you barely registered the countdown echoing around you as you slowly walked closer to roger. you were soon no more than six inches away from each other, and you were able to smell his heavy cologne, sour cigarette smoke, and the whiskey on his breath.

but most of all those eyes. as the countdown slowly drew into single digits, you felt a single tear roll down your cheek.

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

roger than cupped your face in his hands and crashed his lips against yours, your eyes closing as you felt his hand slip too the back of your neck as he pulled you closer. you felt a tremor run through your body from ever part of your body that was pressed against his. your hands were around his neck, his hands slipping down to your waist. you wanted to stay in that moment forever, your soul finally feeling… well, you didn’t quite know. once the cheers around you had subsided, roger slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

you opened your eyes, only focusing on the beautiful man you were wrapped up in. he gazed at you with pure adoration, and you could see a smear of your lipstick on his face.

and it was blue.

“hi.” you whispered, unable to look away from him.

“hi.” he responded, warm breath on your cheeks. his arms were low around your waist, toying with the sheer fabric of your dress. your dress! you glanced down, gasping a little at what your dress had become. it was just like sam had described it. you looked back up at roger, smile even brighter than before.

“you are more beautiful than i could have ever imagined. and believe me, i have.”

“i could say the same to you.”

he smirked at your reply, raising his eyebrow in a silent question. you bit your bottom lip in response, leaning closer. as you pressed your lips against his with your fingers wrapped in his hair, samantha was standing to the side, sipping from her champagne glass. she had a triumphant smirk on her red lips. freddie mercury came up from behind her, champagne glass also in hand. he clinked his glass against hers, matching her satisfied smile.

“it seemed as though our plan worked.” she said, her voice high and airy.

“it seems so, darling.”

knocking their glasses together again, freddie was the next to speak.

“to 1979, and our best friends.”

“to 1979.”

she gazed lovingly at the two of you drunkenly slow dancing, roger leaning in to whisper in your ear every once in a while, causing you to giggle before muttering something back. you glanced over your shoulder, seeing her watching you with a bright smile.

of course she was in on this, you thought, as you spotted freddie next to her with a similar look. you turned back to roger, him completely enamored with you.

1979 was going to be the best year of your life, and you were sure of it. but for now, you just wanted to stay in the arms of your soulmate, perfectly content.

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hope y’all enjoyed this and i wish you a very happy 2019!

this is just a little one-off, so no one from my ten things taglist is tagged, but if you would like to be on a permanent taglist, i would be glad to start one!