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[illfoandillfie]

angst 1 & 20 with roger (make me cry)

I don’t know if I’ve done enough to make you cry but I cried while writing it (kind of a lot) so I think I’ve done all I can lmao.

A1 “I think we should break up” + A20 “I don’t love you anymore.”

600 followers celebration blurb prompts

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No one ever tells you that you can fall out of love. Everyone talks about falling in love and finding the one but no one talks about what happens when it stops. How you desperately search for someone, something to blame. He didn’t try hard enough or you didn’t or you both tried too hard, put too much pressure on yourselves. It was his work and your work. Late nights, temptations, vices. All of it was fair game, something to point fingers at and dwell on after the dust had settled. Wondering if he would still be with you, lying next to you, if you’d changed one little thing. But none of it was really to blame because no one thing had caused it. Except maybe time.

It comes down to change. People change. They grow and they grow apart. There was a time when you were the person that Roger Taylor fell in love with. And then there wasn’t. And it was impossible to pinpoint the exact moment but, looking back, you suspected it had to do with that last tour. Or maybe that’s just when you noticed it. Tours were always hard, always put a strain on your relationship with Roger. How could they not? Months spent apart, separated by countries and oceans and time zones. Months spent with a constant hum of worry in the back of your head. Worry about his safety and about whether he was being faithful and about being left behind. Easy to block out in the noise of work and the bustle of the day but hard to quiet when you were lying alone in the bed you normally shared. He called frequently and it helped to hear his voice but it also made the distance feel larger. The only time you’d come close to breaking up was during that first tour you’d been together. Veronica and Chrissie had talked you down though, assuaged your fears. And then he’d been back and everything was forgotten as the world was put into balance once more. He pulled you into a hug so tight you’d been lifted off the ground, swinging your legs around as he closed his eyes and breathed you in. It mad everything, the months apart and the list of worries and everything else worth it. It was worth it just to love Roger. To have him love you.

But something felt off during the most recent tour. You were used to it now, the process of touring. You knew how it worked, knew what to expect, knew how to cope. So you could pick when something felt different. Roger still called a lot. Maybe not quite as much as he had in the past but you could chalk it up to a busy schedule and tricky time zones because when he did call he still told you everything they’d done and seen and he still asked you about your day and he still told you he loved you before hanging up. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. You analysed everything he said but found nothing amiss, nothing out of the ordinary. And when he came home, he squeezed you tight and told you he’d missed his girl. You didn’t want to mention your doubts, afraid of losing everything. He didn’t say anything either. You went back to your every day routine – his toothbrush next to yours on the sink, his arms around you while you slept.  

There was a distance there now that hadn’t existed before. Or you hadn’t noticed before. More than a physical distance. You could feel Roger clinging on, determined to make everything feel normal and ignore whatever had changed. You followed his lead. For weeks you pretended everything was fine, let yourself believe it was fine or at least that you loved Roger enough and he loved you enough to get through whatever it was. It built and built quietly in the background, well past the point it should have been talked about, until it all came out and sent everything crashing down around you.  

“I think we should break up.” He’d said it softly while you were cuddled up against him in bed on a Saturday morning. You had to ask him to repeat himself, unsure you’d head him properly over the sound of his own thumping heartbeat.  “I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to make it work, but…” “Is there someone else?” Your voice sounded small even to you but there was no way to make it stronger without setting loose the tears that were pricking your eyes. “No, course not. Just you. Was always just you.” “Did I do something wrong?” “No, love, nothing. I just…” “What?” He sighed, “I don’t love you anymore.” He kept talking, explaining that it wasn’t your fault and he’d tried to make himself feel what he used to feel but he couldn’t keep pretending. All you heard was a ringing in your ears as your world collapsed in on itself.  

That was it. All those years. Done. You didn’t ask how long he’d felt like that, couldn’t bear to know. But you did let him hold you as you cried, whispering that he still loved you just not enough and not in the right way. That you’d always mean the world to him. And then you spent the morning, one last morning, together hiding away from the world and reality. Mourning what had once been, what, up till a few hours before, you still thought you had. It was one final chance to change his mind, soft and slow, tangled in the sheets. Your tried to pour some of your love back into him, tried to make him believe it was a mistake. But, no matter how many times you kissed him, no matter how tightly you held him in you, no matter how long you stayed there, it didn’t change anything. He still left, kissing you gently on the temple as you cried quietly.

No one had warned you it was possible to love someone one day and then not love them the next. Maybe if they had you’d have realised what the signs meant. Instead you felt like you were hit with it out of nowhere, blindsided and left wondering – if he didn’t love you anymore, why couldn’t you stop loving him?

[isitstraightvodka]

love letters are such a soft and wholesome idea and also your blogs aesthetic/colour theme cleared my skin and watered my crops okay sorry - @blindboytaylor has probably already gotten some love but those two chicks are just sndjdnd. their writing is always more than worth the wait and so beautifully done + their meme edits slap to the max. they also always seem to know and use the names of the people they interact with which is rare here and incredibly sweet?

@blindboytaylor, the wonderful izzy and bella, deserve the absolute best, i agree! and thank you so much, lovely! that means a great deal to me 🧡 xx

send in love letters anonymously to your favourite blogs and i’ll @ them!

[zodiacal-dust-and-curls]

s, t, o 🥰

Those have all been answered!

But thanks for sending in an ask. 🖤

[terryboot]

idontbelievethiss replied to your post: an actual conversation me and my gf had today...

cream sucks. i’m climbing up this hill to join you

yes! thank you!!!! Bridget can keep her fuckin anti-broccoli hill, we’ll be cool on our anti-cream hill

[rolingstones-moved]

i already love play the game. if you have a taglist, i’d love to be added !! p.s. i dig the harry potter reference on your ask box ;)

i’m happy you like it! i added you to the taglist (: 

[liliah39]

Chapter 1 of Crazy Little Game of Love Aesthetic

Y/n and John

Y/n and John’s picnic. (Press on the pic)

The large oak tree

An actual pic of Ealing College!

Y/n in her dress at the coffee shop by the fireplace. (I actually imagine her kinda blonde)

An actual picture of Freddie when he went to Ealing

White chai lattes ♥️

The Picture of Dorian Gray

Y/n’s dorm

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@bismillahnah , @queer-heart-attack

[sadprose-auroras]

@illfoandillfie, @brian-maybe-not & @idontbelievethiss!! theyre all absolute sweethearts and they deserve only the best and the world ily all hehe 💓💓💓

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[illfoandillfie]

alright, let’s go: smut 5, 20 & 33

5. “No panties?” + 20. “You look so hot I could fuck you senseless right now.” + 33. “Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home,”

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You leaned in the doorway, watching Roger as he finished getting ready. He caught your eye in the mirror, grinning at you as he fiddled with his hair, running his hands through it until he’d achieved the dishevelled look he wanted. You wolf whistled as he turned around. “Like what you see?” “Rog, you look so hot I could fuck you senseless right now.” You moved to stand in front of him, wrapping your arms around his waist and he automatically reciprocated. “Don’t tempt me love, car’ll be here soon.” “Surely you can be a little late?” “To our own show? Not really.” He laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “But I’ve missed you,” “I’ve missed you too. But this leg of the tour is almost over, I’ll be home proper before Christmas. And then we don’t head off to Japan ‘til Feb.” “I know. But I’ve missed you.” You whispered, pushing yourself up onto your toes, lips hovering millimetres from his. A car horn sounded outside, and Roger groaned, kissing you once much too briefly as he moved to leave. “I’ll skip the after party, come straight home instead.” “I’ll be waiting,” you dropped onto the bed, “right here.” “You’re diabolical,” “You haven’t even seen what I’ll be wearing. Want a hint?” His eyes darted towards the window, the sound of a car engine drifting through it, and then back to you. “Yeah,” he was trying to sound casual but there was a hitch to his voice that gave him away. “No panties.” “No panties?” This time all pretence was gone, his voice was pure desire, almost whiny with want. He was gripping the doorway like it was the only thing stopping him from rushing over and pinning you down. “Car’s waiting, Rog.” There was another beep from outside. He groaned again, letting go of the doorway and taking a backwards step out of the room, eyes locked on you like he was still weighing up how much trouble he’d be in if he just stayed. “Think of me while you play,” you called after him as he finally blinked and turned away. “As if I could fucking think of anything else,” he called back.

When you heard the car pull up outside the house you ran downstairs. You’d changed into a skimpy little number, all straps and sheer fabric that showed more than it covered, as well as some fishnet stockings just for fun. As Roger wrenched the door open you rushed at him, throwing your arms around his neck. He let out a surprised noise as you crashed your lips to his. “Jesus, love.” He said between kisses, teetering in the doorway, “thought you said you’d be on the bed.” “Couldn’t wait,” He slammed the door shut as he pressed you backwards down the hall. “Thought about you all fucking night.” You hummed against his lips as you took another step backwards letting him guide you towards the stairs, “Anything specific?” “Have to get on the bed to find that out,” He turned you around so you could hurry up the stairs, giving your arse a small slap. He followed you a few steps behind and you heard a whine deep in his throat. “Like what you see?” You were true to your word, not wearing any panties, and you were sure the combination of the scrap of fabric that was passing for a skirt and being a few steps higher than Roger was giving him an eyeful. “Mmhmm, so much,” His hands were back on you before you’d even reached the bedroom, tugging at what little you were wearing as you pushed his already unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. “Christ Rog, did you not get changed after you left the stage? So fucking sweaty.” “Nah, left as soon as I could. Was half hard from thinking about you, just wanted to get home.” “How romantic,” you teased, fumbling with the button on Roger’s pants as he threw your lingerie to the floor. He pushed your hands away, taking over the arduous task of getting his pants off, leaving you to scramble onto the bed. You made to roll the fishnets down your legs, but he stopped you. “Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you look in nothing but fishnets?” You giggled, reaching out for Roger as he finally got rid of his remaining clothing. Instead he grabbed your waist, flipping you onto your front. You felt his hands grab your stockings right where they met your cunt and the next thing you heard was a ripping noise as he tore them in half. “Fuck,” you whimpered as he grabbed your hips again, lining up his cock at your entrance. Anything else you wanted to say was lost as he pressed into you, sending all the breath from your lungs. He paused, letting you adjust, squeezing your arse while he waited for your signal. “Fuck me Rog,” you whined when his stillness became too much to bear. And then he was snapping his hips, pushing his cock further into you before drawing back again, making you whine and moan into the sheets with every thrust. “Feel so fucking good, Y/N. So. Fucking. Good.” Each word was accompanied by another thrust that had you seeing stars, “Wanna feel you cum while I’m deep inside you.” You whined again, the noise extended as he found his way to your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. “So close, so so close,” you babbled, feeling your impending orgasm right in front of you. And then he switched everything, slowing his hips, pausing when he bottomed out, but speeding up his fingers, rubbing your clit frantically. You clenched around his cock as you came with his name on your lips. A few more thrusts and he reached his peak too, leaning over your back as he grunted through his release.

As soon as he pulled out, you fell onto your stomach. The bed bounced slightly as Roger collapsed next to you, still breathing hard. He leaned close to give you a soft chaste kiss, his hair dripping sweat. “You need a shower,” you laughed softly. “Wanna join me?” “Not sure I can stand up just yet, someone just fucked me senseless.” “Hey, you’re the one who ambushed me at the front door wearing next to nothing. I had a whole plan. A much slower plan, that started with my mouth on your delicious cunt and ended with your third orgasm and a long cuddle. But you ruined it.” “Didn’t ruin it, just changed it. I’m holding you to that three orgasms thing.” ”Okay but can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home next time?” “Sorry, Rog, that’s not a promise I can make.”

[isitstraightvodka]

don’t know if we’re quite mutuals but.. 🌠

suede boots, queen, starry nights xx

mutuals, send me a 🌠 and i’ll tell you three things i associate you with!

[gwilyoubemine]

music shuffle game

tagged by @idontbelievethiss thank you v much

rules: you can tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people.

• a boy is a gun // tyler the creator

• cause' i'm a man // tame impala

• test drive // joji

• sincerity is scary // the 1975

• banana bread // cavetown

• another one bites the dust // queen (ha)

• snap out of it // arctic monkeys

• lvr boy // awfultune

• prune, you talk funny // gus dapperton

• being so normal // peach pit

@rogerina-is-hotter-than-me @xiaoqueencava @denimmay @queenbbarnes @gwilymz here you go, loves

[cost-of-chaos]

BoRhap Would You Rather

thanks gorgeous @idontbelievethiss

Rules: Pick who you would rather with the cast of Bohemian Rhapsody. Then tag 7 people back.

1. Who would you rather go to a karaoke bar with?

Either Joe or Lucy. I think Joe would be a lot of fun, but you could get some good girl anthem duets going with lucy...

2. Who would you go on a road trip with?

Can I say all? Because that would be an epic adventure. 

3. Who would you take to attend a sports game?

Ben, rugby and soccer are my fav sports to watch and we’d probably be rooting for the same teams. 

4. Who would you go shopping with?

Lucy, although I know I’d look pretty damn average besides her trying clothes on

5. Who would you binge watch shows with?

Ben. Definitely Ben, he looks like he’d be amazing to cuddle with. 

6. Who would you attend a party with?

Joe, he’d be fun AF.

7. Who would you go to for advice?

Rami or lucy. Rami would give amazing advice, and sometimes you need another girls perspective. 

8. Who would you take to go clubbing?

Ben. Drunken dancing with that man, sign me up!

9. Who would you take into a haunted house?

Gwilym because I think he’d be sympathetic, also I could use his height as a buffer and not see things. 

10. Who would you watch a scary movie with?

All of them? Watching scary movies in a group is way more fun 

Tagging: @xgoingdownx @here4thelolz456 @old-fashioned-roger-boy @excusememecouldyoupleaseleave @hiyadarlingirl @scoobydoosbooty @terryboot @wrtingsins and anyone else who wants to do this! 

[terryboot]

hey i lovvvee uuuuu 🥰🥰😘😘😻😻😘

hey i love you too 😚😘😍💚💕❣💞💙

[rolingstones-moved]

play the game (#3) | roger taylor (teaser)

prompt: it was supposed to be a one night thing. something for only the two of you to know. but after waking up in roger’s bed multiple times, your brother was bound to find out.

a/n: school has been killing me lately (this is my last week of the semester) so i haven’t really had any time to write :( actual chapter 3 will be posted either friday or saturday. 

warnings: smut (kinda?). cursing. roger being a little shit. 

word count: .5k words

you can read ch.2 here. 

“And he calls it a recording studio,” Roger huffed, hand resting low on your thigh as you watched the boys walk away from the van. “It’s a farm, for fucks sake.” 

His hand traveled higher with every step the boys took. Walking away from the van and from the two of you. You noticed. And as hot as you felt your cheeks get, you did nothing to stop him. Your fingers found his, tips grazing against his skin. Almost inviting him to continue his motions. 

“Stressing about it will get you nowhere,” you mumbled, trying to distract yourself from tightening in his grip. “Who knows, you might even enjoy it.” 

Roger huffed but smirked, his hand finally reaching your heat. You let out a sigh, both annoyed and relieved as his fingers finally came to rest against you. Right where you needed him. Not pressing enough. 

“Y’know, they haven’t got their stuff out of the van yet,” your voice came as low as a whisper, one he wouldn’t have heard had he not been so impossibly close to you. “They’ll be coming back.”

Roger only hummed in response, peering out from the window and finding none of them in sight. He added in some pressure, digits beginning to move in circles against your clothed clit. As much as you welcomed the steady rhythm, you couldn’t help but buck your hips against his fingers, earning a chuckle in response.  

“You’re a fucking tease,” you moaned, head falling backwards against the back of the seat. Eyes closed shut. 

He sat quietly next to you, hand pressing tighter against your core. He felt the fabric of your underwear become even damper by the second, saw you biting your lip in an attempt to prevent the moans from falling out of your mouth, and felt his own arousal growing against the impossibly tight fabric of his jeans. 

“That I am, but you know it pays off in the end,” he retorted. His fingers started moving even faster against you, and you arched your back as you felt your orgasm building low on your abdomen. Your own hand rested upon his thigh, fingers closed around his jeans, pulling as the fabric as a moan escaped your lips. 

Almost changing Roger’s mind. 

“And it will, promise,” he whispered against your ear, lowering his head to place a soft kiss atop of your hair. 

He stopped, hand pulling away from you right before you finished. And even when Brian came to open the back of the truck just as he had distanced himself from you, you didn’t fail to notice the satisfied grin that came to rest upon his lips. But you didn’t find it nearly as amusing as he did. 

taglist: @ixchel-9275, @idontbelievethiss, @killerprocrastinator, @shutup-sorry, @riddikuluslypotter, @thetinyfiore, @toger-raylor, @awesomeperson157, @rexorangecouny, @langdonzvoid, @darkwhisperswolf, @rogermeddowstayl0r, @roger-taylor-owns-my-wigg, @kellypenac, @ai-suru-hito-yo, @orchideax, 

[benhardyisdaddy]

complicated - part 2

MASTERLIST 

(theyre now all grown up and ben is so cute UGHHH i hope u all like this, the series is going to be interesting lolol) 

Word Count: 1,600

Years have now passed since the first day you met your new best friend. After high school, you had been searching for a roommate so you could finally move out and be the independent person you want to be. You mentioned the thought to Ben when he suddenly blurted out that he could be your roommate. 

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I don’t want to put that kind of pressure on you.” 

“Are you kidding me?” he asks with a big goofy grin on his face. “What better roommate to have than your own handsome best friend?” 

You laugh and roll your eyes at his cockiness. You think about it for a second more and agree. 

“Okay! I’m totally up for it. Two best friends rooming together. What’s the worst that can happen?” 

Well, there’s a few things that can happen. One of them being Ben bringing home random women and finding them half naked in your kitchen early in the morning - a morning like today. Your alarm for work had woken you up as you get up from bed and stretch. You yawn loudly as you throw on your robe and rub your eyes. You open your bedroom door and slowly make your way down the hallway and into the kitchen. You needed coffee ASAP. You notice the fridge open and assume it’s Ben rummaging around for food to eat. You chuckle to yourself and turn on the coffee pot. 

“If you want cereal, we need to go shopping for mi-” 

Before you can finish your sentence, a blonde haired woman stands up fast. She looks to you half startled as her eyes are wide. You’re taken aback as she steps back and you realize the only thing she has on is one of Ben’s shirts. She crosses her arms and looks you up and down, almost a rude glare in her eyes. 

“And you are?” she asks snarky. 

“I mean you’re the half naked one in my kitchen.” you bite back. 

You never liked the girls Ben brought back home with him. They were always so rude and almost jealous when you’ve greeted by them. You should be used to his random flings by now, but you’re not. Her eyes go wide by what you say. 

“You’re kitchen? This is Ben’s-” 

Before she can finish, in walks a half dressed Ben. He has on pajama pants and that’s all. He yawns before realizing the tensed stare down before him. The girl spots him and her face softens as she smiles. 

“Good morning, you.” she purrs as he walks in more. 

You give him a glare with a raised eyebrow. He gives you an ‘I’m sorry’ look with his big puppy dog eyes. 

“Y/n, this is Vanessa. Vanessa, y/n.” 

“His roommate.” you say slowly with a fake smile. 

Vanessa scowls as she looks back to Ben slightly confused. 

“You told me your roommate was a guy.” 

You laugh and try to hold it back, causing her to look at you fast with narrowed eyes. 

“Ashamed of me, are we, Ben?” you tease, causing his face to go slightly red. 

“What? No, I, um-” 

“You’re also breaking one of our rules.” you say as you scan his toned, shirtless body. 

“Rules are meant to be broken, right?” he teases as he looks to Vanessa. 

She smirks and runs her hand along his stomach. You roll your eyes and force yourself not to gag. 

“Not our rules, Ben. Wearing clothes at all times is definitely a rule we made.”

“Oh relax, y/n. I just woke up. Cut me some slack.” 

“Yeah,” says Vanessa. “Cut Benny some slack.” 

That’s the nickname only you can use for Ben and he knows it. He tenses up when he watches the look on your face. You tense your jaw and finally shrug.

“Okay, fine. If we’re all gonna be half dressed, then why can’t I?” 

And with that, you tear off your robe and fling your shirt off. Luckily you had your bra on. Vanessa glares at you as Ben’s mouth slightly falls open. His eyes scan you up and down and then he shakes his head fast. 

“Hey!” he shouts. 

You just shrug as you turn to pour yourself a cup of coffee. 

“Cut me some slack, Benny.” you mock back to him. 

You hear as Vanessa huffs and you smirk to yourself. 

“Do you want to go get some breakfast?” she asks him. 

You fight back a laugh at that question. You know Ben well and he’s not the type to go eat breakfast after a night with a girl. He’s the kind of guy to call them a cab and wish them well as they leave. Relationship isn’t a word in his vocabulary. You know where this is headed. 

“Oh, I really wish I could, but I have to go help y/n shop for some stuff.” 

Your eyes go wide as you spin around and glare at him. Vanessa knits her brows as she glances to you and then back to him. 

“Doesn’t she have, like, a boyfriend to go do that with?” 

“She does, but she needs help with a certain thing. It’s for her dolls.” he whispers.

You’re taking a sip of your coffee and nearly choke by that statement. 

“Her… what?” 

“Her dolls. She has a huge collection and is too embarrassed to tell Trent about them. Aren’t you, y/n?” 

You glare at him as you fake smile and look to Vanessa. It’s too late now. You might as well go along with it. You’ve officially won best friend of the century.

“Yes. My dolls. Love them dearly.” you say with the look of death in your eyes. 

“She needs a new dresser so she can put new ones on it. Right?” 

“Yep. And then I need to brush their hair. Ben likes to help me with that. Don’t you, Benny?” 

He narrows his eyes at you and then laughs it off as he shakes his head. 

“She’s so funny.” he says fast. 

Vanessa looks beyond confused and shakes her head. 

“Rain check on breakfast?” Ben asks with his sweet, charming smile.

Vanessa melts instantly and smiles back. 

“Sounds good.” 

She walks away and glances over to you as she walks to the bedroom to change back into her clothes. You’re stood in the kitchen as you lean against the counter and sip your coffee. Ben’s eyes are narrowed as he stares at you. 

“Will you please put your shirt back on?” he asks. 

You shrug and lower the cup from your face. 

“Will you put yours on?” 

“Do you always have to be such a nag?” he asks as he walks up and kisses the top of your head. 

You smile as he walks away and towards his room. 

“You love when I nag!” you call out. 

You hear Ben laugh. 

“True!” he calls out before the door shuts. 

You place the coffee down and throw your shirt back on. You make your way back to your room and get ready for work. You hurry to the bathroom and lock it before Ben tries to steal it away from you. You quickly shower and get dressed in your work uniform. You’re a waitress at a small diner in town. You throw your hair into a ponytail and exit the bathroom. Ben and Vanessa are walking towards the front door as he opens it. She reaches up and kisses him as she giggles from something he’s said. It makes your stomach turn. She glances your way and forces a smile. Ben turns and spots you as you smile back and wave your hand. 

“Bye, Veronica! I’ll tell my dolls good things about you.” 

She rolls her eyes and holds her purse close to her. 

“It’s Vanessa.” she shoots back. 

You continue smiling as you shake your head. 

“It doesn’t matter.” 

Ben finds himself holding a laugh back as he says goodbye and shuts the door. He turns around with the most apologetic look on his face. 

“I’m so sorry.” he says fast. 

“Benjamin, you broke another rule! You’re not supposed to use me when you’re blowing off your one nighters! Remember!?” 

“I do remember! I’m so sorry, but I just needed your help.” 

You roll your eyes and turn around to walk into your room.

“Dolls!? You use me to help you and you use dolls!? You’re actually evil.” 

Ben falls on your bed with a pleading look. 

“And you’re actually a saint. Please don’t be mad at me. I’ll do anything you want. Just name it.”

You have a mischievous look on your face as you begin thinking. 

“Hmmm, anything?” you ask with a tone that scares Ben. 

“Oh no.” he says as he sits up. 

You laugh at his expression. 

“You get to clean the bathroom for the rest of the week. And I mean the toilet and my shower hair balls.” 

Ben makes a dramatic gagging face and slowly nods his head. He looks defenseless. 

“Ugh… Deal.” he says quietly. 

You smirk as you grab your purse and look pleased with yourself. 

“Do you feel better now?” he asks standing up. 

You walk from your room and towards the front door. 

“Ya know what, I do.” you tell him with a smile. “I’m off to work. Oh, and Ben,” you say as you step out of the door and peer inside. 

His head lifts up at your questioning tone. 

“Keep your shirt on.” 

And with that, you shut the door, but not before you hear him call out. 

“You like it!” 

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Crazy Little Game of Love Chapter 2 Aesthetic: (Part 1)

Y/n ‘s disco outfit!!

Jer Bulsara’s coat that they give to Y/N

The Disco Club!!

Y/n walking to dance w/ Freddie.

Y/n’s outfit to go to the practice minus Jer’s coat. You’ll see that she always dresses kinda Audrey Hepburn ish. (Think of her dress at the coffee shop from last chapters Aesthetic.) She wasn’t always this way. This is a major topic of discussion/ frustration between her and Fred in the next chapter. Remember, this isn’t a super common style for teens in the 70s. Any idea why? Message me and let me know, I don’t want to put it directly on my blog so that way I don’t spoil anything.

Y/n in Jer’s coat with the dress from the last pic, but also with those boots. They’re stylish, but don’t seem to match the style of the dress they’re more typical 70s then the sophisticated dress.

Freddie in the corner playing piano.

What I imagine all the guys wearing that day.

Y/n & Brian after she’s feeling better.

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85, 84, 78, 69 😚

85. what do you wish you knew more about?

more about the world, more about space. i'm fairly educated and i delve deep into topics i like but my nerdy ass always wants to know more.

84. what kind of art do you enjoy most? 

music itself is an artform so it'd be that. music is a gift and i doubt i'd be the person i am without it.

78. what is your favourite quote?

'being human is a condition that requires a little anaesthesia.' and 'all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you.'

69. what movie quotes do you use of a regular basis?

my mom and i quote terminator like once a day lmao. when i'm with my childhood bestie, we quote a line from the return of the king, with sam saying 'i can't carry it for you, but i can carry you!' because we're essentially sam and frodo, and we'd do anything for each other.

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