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Queen II recreated for Bohemian Rhapsody. Joe Mazello (John), Rami Malek (Freddie), Gwylim Lee (Brian) and Ben Hardy (Roger).

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Making Queen members flower crowns would include

Pairing: Queen members x reader

Word count: (altogether) 1800+

Warnings: some sickening fluff, oh and swearing but that’s a standard, some slightly suggestive themes in john’s (implied sex) but nothing accually happens except a kiss

A/N: Hello you beautiful people! I’m back (don’t get used to that tho lol) I thought of this two years ago when i first saw Bohemian Rhapsody (SO 2 FUCKING YEARS AGO). Freddie’s is gender neutral. I tried to add a “keep reading” button but I’m not sure it works tbh because this hell of a side never cooperates.

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.

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Brian May

You were laying on Brian's lap, the sun hitting your face pleasantly. This week the weather was nice and warm, which was something extremely unusual in England, so the two of you decided to head out to the country and have a little picnic.

After what felt like hours spent in the car ("Brian, for Christ's sake, would you open the bloody window, I can't breathe!" and "Bri, I love you, but if we don't get there in five minutes, I'm going to murder you, I swear") you finally found a nice clearing, where you could relax and forget about the stresses of city life.

Brian put down a blanket on the grass, near a small stream that flew through the forest. He brought the bag with food and drinks (you didn't have a basket, so you had to improvise). 

You quickly put some sunscreen on your face and laid down, keeping your head propped on Brian's lap. He put a hat over his face and fell asleep, his chest rising steadily. 

After some time (that fucking wasp didn't let you sit in one place), you stood up and noticed many beautiful flowers, growing on a nearby bush. You got lost in picking up the most beautiful ones, admiring each one carefully. When you got enough, you sat back down and started tying the stems together.

Suddenly you got an idea. Careful not to wake him up, you began sticking the flowers in Brian's dark curls. 

Your now decorated boyfriend woke up and stretched, not noticing the colourful addition to his hair. This made you chuckle softly, but you decided to see how long it would take him to realize.

+"What is it, babe? Do I have something on my face?"

"No, Bri, I just remembered a funny joke, that's all."

"Oh tell me, then."

"What’s the difference between a lawnmower and an electric guitar?"

"Hm?"

"You can tune a lawnmower!"

You both enjoyed the rest of the day swimming in the stream, sunbathing and eating the snack you brought. And Brian somehow still didn't notice.

Until it was time for you to get home.

You got in the car ("Open the window now, it's like in the oven in here!") and Brian looked into the rear-view mirror.

+"Hey, (Y/N), what the fuck is that? I love it."

Roger Taylor

So honestly it would probably happen during one of his concerts.

You were backstage watching the show, enjoying every second of it. Freddie was in the middle of shouting some (very inappropriate) compliments to Brian's ass, slapping his buttcheeks. The crowd immediately went wild hundreds of fans screamed in unison. You chuckled under your breath, flashing a white smile at your beloved boyfriend Roger and his bandmates. You felt an arm wrap around your shoulders. Surprised, you turned around, your eyes meeting Mary's.

+"What's up, kiddo?" she smirked and patted your back.

"Oh, nothing much. Just Freddie being Freddie," you replied, making both of you erupt with laughter.

Suddenly you felt a familiar feeling form in the pit of your stomach. Out of nowhere, your hands became shaky, your breath shallow and quick. Feeling like you need some fresh air, you excused yourself.

+"Are you sure you're okay, (Y/N)?" Mary watched you carefully, her hand supporting you in case you fainted.

"Yes, Mary, I just need some fresh air. I'm extremely tired, and I haven't eaten anything since this morning" you reassured your friend. "I'm just gonna sit outside for a while."

"Do you want me to come with you?" she asked, still not convinced about your well-being.

"Yes, I wouldn't want to spoil the gig for you. I'll be back before you know it" you squeezed her hand and, after promising her to be careful, you headed outside.

You took a walk alongside the small patch of lawn beside the exit. After taking a couple of deep breaths, you noticed some daisies grow in the green grass. Without thinking much, you sat down and started picking them up and tying their stems together.

Your fingers worked quickly, making a beautiful flower crown, mindlessly.

Meanwhile, on stage, the boys were singing She makes me - a song that reminded Roger of you. He quickly glanced to his right, expecting to see your beautiful figure standing with Mary. But, much to his surprise, he couldn't see you anywhere. It was no secret that his eyesight was shit but, bloody hell, it wasn't that bad. His blue eyes were searching for you, frantically.

When the song ended, he quickly motioned to Freddie to take a quick break, while he went to check up on you. He practically sprinted to Mary, almost knocking down his drumkit and John.

+"You dumb fuck, watch where you're going, Rog!"

Usually, Roger would reply with some snarky comment, but at that moment he really didn't care. When he reached Mary, he didn't even need to ask her about you. 

+"She's outside. Needed some fresh air" the girl shooked her head towards the exit. 

Roger quickly walked outside, knowing that he couldn't stall the audience for too long. But at the same time, he must have made sure you were all right.  

He got out of the building and searched for you. He spotted to sitting on a small patch of grass, holding a pretty flower crown in your hands. His heart ached at this sight. 

+"Hello, love" he whispered, kneeling next to you. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, I am, Rog" you kissed his cheek. "I just felt a bit off, that's all." 

You felt your boyfriend press a kiss to your hair. You smiled at the feeling, leaning into his touch. 

You finally placed the finished flower crown on his head, brushing away loose strands of sweaty hair from his face, your hand gently brushing his temple. He took your tiny hands in his and kissed your fingers.

+"Do you wanna go back in there, sweetheart?" he asked sweetly, looking deeply into your eyes.

You nodded and pecked his lips, "Of course, Rog, I wouldn't want to miss any more of your show."

He smiled and lead you inside, placing his hand on the small of your back. You returned to Mary and wished your boyfriend good luck. 

Roger kept the flowers on his head throughout the whole gig, sending you a dashing smile and winking at you every now and again.

I just think Roger would look sososo pretty in a flower crown.

John Deacon

It was a lovely afternoon in London. You and your fiancé John decided to take a walk after the whole day in the studio, recording songs.

Taking a walk in a nearby park was a great way to destress and release the tension accumulated during the day. It was something John realized pretty early on in your relationship and took full advantage of it. He loved wandering along the pebbled pathways that swirled around beautiful trees and bushes full of colourful flowers. Being in the presence of nature made him feel at ease and helped him relax.

But the real reason why he enjoyed your walks so much was you. He adored seeing your face light up with joy when you saw a squirrel run up a branch of an old oak or when you spotted a particularly beautiful fish in the small pond. He could watch you pick up fallen leaves for ages and hear you talk to little kids in a playground, showing them the shiny rocks you collected along the way.

To be honest, he always dreamt about starting a family with you and seeing you get along with kids so well only increased that desire.

Often after a walk, he was in the mood™, which, considering his shy nature, always took you by surprise.

Oh man, he just loved taking a walk in the park.

And today was no different.

You were walking hand in hand, admiring the blossoming flowers. Occasionally, you would stop and pick them up, making a small bouquet in the process. White daisies, pink clovers and blue forget-me-nots accumulated with every step you took.

John was telling you about the new idea he had for a song, kissing your cheek every now and again.

Listening to him, you started to fiddle with the flowers, tying them in knots. After a while ("And then, I think, we could include a gong, you know?") you were done with your creation.

You put the flowers on John's head and kissed his temple.

+"What's that, darling?" he asked you, surprised.

"Nothing, but I think you look sensational, my love" you replied, smiling innocently.

You felt John's hand bring you closer to him. He kissed you, entangling his long and incredibly skilled fingers in your hair. The kiss soon turned into more heated one.

+"I'll show you how sensational I really am, pretty girl."

Freddie Mercury

So with Freddie, it was probably at one of his parties.

He invited you along to have a drink with him and his bandmates.

You usually weren't the one for big and loud parties, but he kept asking you and you gave in.

+"Oh okay, Fred, I'll do it," you said after the twentieth time he had asked you.

"Fantastic, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, loudly clapping his hands. "Just remember to wear a costume."

But you didn't really want to dress up in fancy dresses or costumes from different eras. Calling Mary, you asked her for advice and she told you to just wear some accessories.

So before the party, you went to a small flower shop and bought a small bouquet of purple lilacs. At home, you made a flower crown, hoping that dressing up as a nymph would be enough.

When you got to Freddie's house, you were greeted by a crowd of people in colourful skirts and suits with fashionable patterns. That's when you found Freddie, Roger, Brian and John, chilling on a couch with their dates.

+"Oh, (Y/N), you look marvellous, darling!" exclaimed Freddie dressed as a king, while he stood up to embrace you in a warm hug.

"Thank you, Fred, I made it myself" you smiled shyly.

You got some champagne and joined the conversation.

Suddenly, you felt a pat on your shoulder, and, when you turned around, you saw Freddie holding out a hand to you, asking you to dance with him. You gladly accepted and got up. 

+"I really meant it, darling. You do look marvellous tonight" he whispered in your ear.

"Thank you, Freddie, you can have it if you'd like" you sent him a warm smile.

You took off his golden crown and set it aside. Gently taking off the flower crown from your head, you placed it on top of Fred's. He beamed at you and put his own crown on top of your head.

+"Now you rule here, darling."

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The Couple Next Door IX (Roger Taylor x Female!Reader)

Find Part Eight Here

A/N: Surprise! I’m briefly back from a year-long Hiatus and I have one chapter for TCND, one for ATU AND a George Harrison one-shot I’m just gonna drop and then probably disappear again for another few months. I’m also finding it even more difficult to write for Roger seeing as I’ve kinda been listening to nothing but The Beatles for the last fifteen months and I really only hear Queen at work, so that’s gotta change. But I am very sorry about the LONG wait. I really do appreciate you guys, and I think you’ve all waited quite long enough to find out what happens next...

Summary: Roger and Y/N spend the morning taking care of Bobby; they talk a little more about the future and come to the conclusion they both want the same thing.

(Let your imagination run free, bc this can be either Canon or Borhap!Roger)

WARNINGS: Swearing is probably a given at this point, self-doubt, mentions/ suggestions of sex (advise you to avoid if you’re under 18), and I usually revise when I’m stoned so there’s probably some typos in here too, sorry.

Rated T for Teen-- (I feel like a video game rating smh)

Bobby was crying again.

Granted, it was about seven in the morning, and he did sleep for the rest of the night.

Roger was the last of the both of you to wake up; not because of the crying-- he didn't even hear the crying-- but he was wrapped up in the blankets with you, and you were trying to remove yourself from his grasp.

"Don't leave," Roger grumbled as he pulled you tightly against his chest, eyes remaining closed as you whispered back to him.

"But I have to go. Baby's cryin'."

Roger loosened his grip on you, much to his dismay, and you slipped from his embrace, leaving him cold, and alone.

"Come back, Baby..." He really hoped his gravelly plea would entice you to return from the nursery after tending to Bobby, and although you were probably against having sex in your friends' bed, he figured there was no harm in testing the waters.

"That's not how that works when you have a baby, Rog. The day starts now."

Roger groaned in protest, but as he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, he revealed to himself that you were no longer in the room, and the baby's cries settled when he heard your voice float down the hall from the nursery room.

Roger, as much as he didn't want to, tossed the comforter off of his body, and after rising to his feet and combing his fingers through his hair, he shuffled out of the bedroom and made a beeline to the stairs.

He was glad he was familiar with John's kitchen; because he was certain you had no idea where anything was, meaning he would be the one preparing breakfast that morning, and the one following it, most likely.

Fuck it, he would (try to) cook you up seven different meals a day if you asked him.

Anything for you.

He put the kettle on, and moved to the pantry in search for John's teabags, yawning lightly as he pulled the door open.

Nothing in the pantry really stuck out to him as being a good breakfast that morning, so Roger ended up migrating to the fridge after retrieving the tea, where his eyes fell on the carton of eggs on the bottom shelf.

He settled on making French Toast for breakfast seeing as he, according to you, made the best French Toast in England.

So he got to work whipping up some eggs and pulling four slices of bread from the bread box on the counter-- but not before he got one of Bobby's bottles out for you, warmed it, and placed it on the kitchen table.

Roger was frying the French Toast in no time, and he hummed gently as he busied himself with focusing on the now whistling kettle, and when the right time to flip the toast would be.

"... I thought you were still in bed," your words were sudden, and it made Roger jump a little. But when he realized it was only you, Bobby in your arms, his mouth contorted into a dopey smile.

"Nah," Roger turned the pan's burner down a little, and after he flipped the French Toast, he set his spatula on the counter, turning to face you.

"I was gonna let you sleep in, since you were so reluctant on waking up," you explained with a yawn. "But here you are awake, and making breakfast before me."

"Well it wouldn't be fair then, would it? Me sleeping in while you've all this work to do?"

"I don't know, would it?"

"I really don't think so, Dove."

He felt pride swell in his chest when pink dusted your cheeks at the sound of your new nickname, and he took this chance to swoon you further by pulling you in gently by the elbows, and he enveloped both you and Bobby in his embrace.

"Beautiful..." Roger's voice was barely a whisper as he touched his lips to your jawline, and you responded with a soft exhale.

"Even when you've just woken up," Roger mumbled against the skin of your neck, lips curling into a smile, "you are the prettiest goddamned thing I've ever laid eyes on."

"Mmm, down, boy," you purred back jokingly, taking a small step back. "Baby still needs to eat."

"Well yours is coming right up," he teased, "and Bobby's is already at the table." Roger pointed to the bottle on the other side of the room before tapping your rear. "Take a seat, and I'll bring your food over."

You didn't have to be told twice. You took a seat at the table, and although Bobby was growing a little agitated, it was short lived when you put the bottle of milk in his possession.

Roger, not five minutes after you sat down, joined you at the table with your French Toast and your mug of tea, made just the way you liked it, of course.

"'S the right tea, yeah?"

You took a quick look at the label hanging from the mug.

"Yep." Your eyes squinted after letting the label fall where the string tied to it would let it. "Y'know, you've been making my tea right for months, you don't have to check to make sure you're right."

"You know I'm always gonna make sure it's to your liking."

"And I love you for it."

"Hopefully for other things too. I'm not just good at being your barista."

"Oh, don't you worry. I'm not overlooking your other good traits," you smiled as you brought your mug to your lips and having the first sip of tea of the day.

As Roger sat down next to you with his own plate of food and mug of tea, he decided to wait on Bobby to finish so he could eat with you.

So, naturally, he took the time to evaluate again what kind of situation he was in.

There was nothing like watching you care for Bobby. Roger had known you for years, and not once in his life did he ever think he would be sitting next to you at breakfast while feeding a baby, whether or not the child was his own, or yours.

The whole scene looked too good to be true, though like the previous night, Roger just drank in the sight of you putting all your love and care into a child at breakfast with him.

How did you think you weren't cut out for being a mother?

This was in your nature.

The domesticity of the situation made Roger a little emotional. This was the closest he'd ever gotten to experiencing a breakfast with a family he'd built, and he spent every passing second filling his mind and heart with the beautiful sight before him.

"Y/n, you would make a wonderful mother." Roger's words left his mouth faster than his brain could register what he'd said.

You looked to Roger from Bobby, cheeks and tips of your ears darkening, and Roger was talking again before he could realize it and catch himself.

"Any man would be so damn lucky to have you. I honestly can't believe you stick around me still."

Your face was feeling real hot, now. Roger's head was still lagging behind his words, and clearly, he wasn't done talking.

"You could be out building a beautiful family right now, but instead you're babysitting with your best friend who you also occasionally sleep with. I just... I don't understand."

It took you a second to respond, but Roger didn't blame you. Honestly, he didn't even know what he would have said if he were asked the same question.

"... Well, I love you, Roger."

Your words were simple, and Roger knew your statement was nothing but platonic, but that didn't stop his heart from pounding against his ribcage.

You'd said those exact three words to him minutes earlier, but the context of the conversations contrasted their meanings.

"But we promised each other at the beginning of all of this that we'd be fine giving up pursuing family life if that means living with one another..."

"... You sound unsure, now."

The atmosphere felt heavy, and it was almost as if Bobby had known making noise wasn't in his best interest. He decided to finish eating at the right time.

"... It's not that I'm unsure. It's just..."

Roger waited patiently for you to answer, but you had noticed Bobby finished his milk, and you took the bottle from him.

You burped him, and placed a pacifier you pulled from your pocket in Bobby's mouth. You must have gotten it from upstairs before you came down.

"Let me," Roger offered his arms out for the baby, and you let him take Bobby. You'd stood up and moved to the sink to wash the bottle.

Meanwhile, Roger, who'd also gotten to his feet, was slowly walking around the kitchen. He was praising Bobby for finishing all his breakfast, insisting he was so proud of him, his smile wide and gaze adoring as he evaluated the child in his arms.

"It's just that. There. The way you're behaving with him," you turn to face Roger, finger pointed at him. "The way you're treating him as your own."

Roger's mouth opened and closed a few times, but after shutting his jaw for the third time, he decided the best thing to do in this situation would be to keep quiet.

"You'd make the most wonderful father, Roger. The way you behave with Bobby, god, the way you behaved with Raymond the other day," you sounded frustrated, and all Roger could do was watch you pace the kitchen, his sheepish face now a deep red.

"It's just that I would want the father of my kids to be just like you. I wouldn't settle for anything less."

Roger opened his mouth again to speak. He felt like his chest was on fire. Your thoughts were becoming painstakingly parallel to his, Roger had noticed. He couldn't get any words out before you started speaking again.

"Like you said last night, this job is giving us a chance to experience what it'd be like to have a family... and maybe I'm upset I did throw the chance to have all of that away."

You looked like you were on the verge of tears, and all Roger could do was watch you and listen to what you had to say.

"Roger, I hope you know you will always have a special place in my heart. You're my family, you have been for the last five years of my life, and there's no doubt about it. But being able to have a child..."

Your hands ghosted over the robe's fabric covering your definitely unpregnant belly. "... I think I want to have children."

"... Y/n I hope you know I feel exactly the same way."

And then everything was clear.

Roger understood where his band was coming from.

Getting married to you would solve all your problems.

He knew what the both of you were thinking in this new moment of silence, but there was absolutely no way Roger was going to fall to one knee and propose to you right now when he wasn't even romantically involved with you.

And he just felt it would be very inappropriate if he took this moment to spontaneously ask you on a romantic date with the intentions of courting you.

"Listen, Y/n," Roger finally built up enough courage to break the silence. Bobby cut him off with a short cry, and Roger immediately started swaying the baby in his arms. Sure enough, Bobby's agitation ceased, and Roger could continue, keeping the movement going.

"Just because we're living together without families now doesn't mean we won't be able to have families, say, five to ten years down the road."

At this point, although it was necessary, Roger didn't really want to mention the discomfort he felt when imagining you falling for someone who wasn't him.

Your eyes were big and sad, lip pouted as you considered Roger's words. "... are you sure?"

The idea of you and him having to move out of the condo Roger risked the both of your love lives for didn't sit well with him.

You'd be gone making sweet love to some lucky asshole who probably didn't deserve to be in your presence, while Roger goes on a bender, gets ahold of some weed and coke, and sleeps with enough girls to distract him from realizing he'd thrown the best thing in his life away-- you.

He didn't want you to think he thought you were selfish. The last thing he needed right now was to feel guilty for making you feel guilty.

So he just nodded. "No house isn't forever anyways." When you didn't respond to his little joke, he sighed.

"Y/n, we're still so young. You don't have to commit yourself to anything like that just yet. Enjoy being able to go out drinking with me every weekend, and sleeping in on our days off. Your chance to start a family will come when the time is right."

You let out a shaky breath. Roger was actually a little surprised with how well you were keeping yourself together.

But his actions put the both of you here, and to see that this conversation nearly reduced you to tears had Roger drowning in guilt, even without the help of mentioning any of his inner conflict to you.

"I just hope you're right." Your voice was broken and your fingers were tangled stressfully in your hair.

"Hey," Roger's voice had gone soft again, his rocking slowing to a halt, and you looked up to find him with an open arm, awaiting your touch.

You slowly unravelled your fingers from your hair, and you gave into the hug not moments later. Roger pulled you to his chest tightly, his free arm occupied by the baby.

"Y'know... I made you French Toast to start the day off good." When you didn't say anything in response, Roger pulled away from you just enough to look you in the face.

He was giving you that same look he did at the Garrison's again; that unreadable gaze he'd achieved with those big blue eyes that seemingly bored holes into your very soul.

His free hand slipped up from your back to your neck, and he leaned in to just touch his lips to the corner of your mouth.

So close, yet so far away.

It wasn't before long that he pulled away from you, but Roger just couldn't keep his eyes off you.

"You come sit down and enjoy your French Toast, Dove. I've got Bobby."

"But--"

"Please?"

Roger knew he'd convinced you as soon as he said that magic word. Though you took a moment to look from the bundle in his arms to the breakfast you really were dying to dig into, you eventually sighed out a gentle "thank you," before taking your seat again at the table.

He came around and kissed the top of your head. "Enjoy, Honey." Roger took a seat next to you, Bobby still in his one arm, and the both of you ate your French Toast in relative silence for the first few seconds.

"... God, you really do make good French Toast, Blondie." Roger was smiling now. At least you were talking again.

"I only improved my cooking skills for you, y'know," he admitted with a mouthful of his food, though he didn't sound ashamed of it.

"And thank God for that. Cooking every other night sure beats cooking every night."

"You can say that again," Roger mumbled before shoving the last of his breakfast into his mouth. You still slowly ate away at your meal, and Roger was making funny faces at Bobby in between taking sips of his tea.

The telephone in the living room started ringing, and you stood up to go get it, but Roger immediately dropped his fork and grabbed your wrist.

"Nuh-uh. I just finished eating. You still have a little bit to go. Take Bobby and I'll get it." You scooped the baby up without another word, smiling when he opened his eyes.

"Can you at least bring back his rattle from his play pen?"

"Can do, Princess," he called over his shoulder as he approached the phone.

"H'lo?"

"Roger?"

"Oh, hey, John!" Roger tucked the phone's handset under his chin, carrying the telephone in his left hand so he could get Bobby's rattle.

"Isn't it a little early to be up?" Roger glanced at the clock, which read that it was quarter after seven.

"Biological clocks. Just wanting to checking in. Is Bobby okay? Has he been any trouble?"

"No, of course not! He's doing fine, John." Roger tucked the rattle in his back pocket when he found it, and returned to the writing desk where the phone was meant to stay.

That was something he loved about you. You always bought him pyjamas with pockets. The concept was cool, and being able to use them was even cooler.

"Y/n's got him in the kitchen right now," he explained, taking the handset again with his now free hand. "We're all just finishing up breakfast, actually."

"Oh good. How is she?" John paused for a second, his voice dropping a little lower. "... How are you guys?"

Roger made sure his voice was a little quiet, as well. "John, this may have been your guys' best idea ever. I don't know why I was against this in the beginning."

"Really?! What's happened already?!" John, everyone would have guessed to be one to avoid certain kinds of gossip, though when it came to Roger's business with you, he liked checking up on that.

"I told her about all that family stuff."

"And?"

"And, well..." Roger set the phone back onto the desk and scratched the back of his neck. "... She may or may not be having the same problem," he mumbled.

"So... so you both want a family?" John tried clarifying.

"Yes."

"Then why are you two not together?!" Roger slipped away around the corner into the main hall with just the receiver so he was a little further away from the kitchen. He didn't want you hearing their conversation, or John through the receiver.

"Well I'm not asking her here!"

"Then where? And when?"

Roger knew John was just getting excited, and his questions honestly had Roger brainstorming every possibility when it came to asking you.

"... I don't know, yet," Roger said after a while of thinking. "But soon. God, it needs to be soon." He didn't quite know why he was pressuring himself to ask you sooner than later.

Maybe it was because he was scared someone much better and more deserving of you (or alternatively, a selfish prick) was going to waltz in and steal you from him just before he had you for sure.

"Do you need any help with that part? I can get Fred and Bri--"

"No no no, it's okay, John." Roger leaned up against the wall of the hallway, fingers tapping the handset absentmindedly with his eyes squeezed shut for a moment.

"You guys have already done enough, really. I... I think I'm good on my own from here."

"Well, I'm glad," John expressed to Roger. "It's not every day you need to help Roger Taylor get with a girl, y'know."

"This is different, and you know it."

"I just like to tease," John defended, and Roger could even hear a smile evident in his words.

"Anyways, Veronica and I will be home tomorrow around noon. Y/n's got our number. You two take care."

"Of course, you too," Roger was making his way back to the writing desk.

"Thanks. Oh, and Roger?" John added quickly.

"Hm?"

"If you two end up doing anything, for God's sake, please wash the sheets."

As John was speaking, you'd walked into the living room with Bobby in your arms. "We're gonna go and have some play time, now! Yes we are!"

Roger was too panicked by your presence to even realize you weren't paying any attention to the phone call, and he hoped to God you didn't hear a single thing John had said. "Yeah-yes! Laundry. Will do."

He nodded his head once, though John couldn't see him, and after saying their good byes, Roger hung up the phone.

He turned to where you were in the living room. You were looking in the play pen for something, and Roger suddenly remembered the rattle in his back pocket.

He pulled it out hurriedly and held it out to you. "Shit! I'm so sorry about that--"

"Don't swear, Roger," you took the rattle, a smile on your lips you both knew you were trying to frown away. "There's a baby here."

"What? He doesn't know what that word means."

"Well, the more you keep saying it, the more of a chance he has at that being his first word, and I do not need the Deacon Family hunting us down for teaching their kid swears." You looked from Roger down to Bobby, shaking the rattle gently and grinning when Bobby squealed happily and reached out for the toy.

You took a seat on the couch, and played around with Bobby while Roger went back to the kitchen to do the dishes.

From 7:30 AM to about 2:30, all that really happened was play-time and lunch, something Roger prepared. You offered to do the dishes, but Roger wouldn't allow it. He just suggested you put Bobby up for his nap. He'd fallen asleep in your arms during play-time, like he did with Roger the night before.

The both of you thought it was crazy Bobby would just fall asleep rather than cry, but honestly, neither of you were complaining. Quiet baby for the win!

Roger just finished putting the last plate on the drying rack on the counter as he listened above for your footsteps leaving Bobby's room. He dried his hands off with the dishtowel hanging over his shoulder after turning off the faucet.

From behind, Roger felt a pair of arms slowly circle his body, and he smiled warmly at the feeling of you pressed against his back.

"He asleep?"

"Mhm."

Roger's smile only widened as you inched your palms up his chest. He turned in your arms and pressed his hands against your hips, inching you closer as he leaned back against the kitchen sink.

"Well, what do we do, now?" Roger asked. He sounded like he was up to no good. With the sultry look in his eyes and the way the smile on his lips looked like he was repressing a naughty suggestion, he knew you knew he already had something on his mind.

"Well, I mean," your hands slipped up into Roger's long hair, fingers tangling themselves between the strands. "Anything, really."

You knew what game Roger was playing, and you loved how cute he was, thinking he was going to have you on your knees for him.

His eyes shamelessly raked over the top half of your body, and he squeezed his hands, still at your hips.

"What'll you be doing with your free time, Roger?" You took one more step closer to him, and he pulled you the rest of the way to him so your groin was flush with his.

"I'm looking right at her."

He was already strained against his jeans, and you just offered a smile, fingers tightening their grip in Roger's hair.

"Mmm... I kinda like the sound of that," you admitted lowly, half of a smile on your lips. You shifted your hips from side to side, and Roger tried to pull you even closer.

You rolled your hips against Roger again, and the cheekiness in his face fell with a look of long-awaited relief, and his head dropped to your shoulder.

One of his hands moved up to grab you by the back of your neck, and when he lifted his head to look at you again, his second hand dragged upwards from your hip to squeeze your waist.

Roger lifted the hand by your neck, and combed your hair back with his fingers. His eyes fell onto yours for a brief moment, and you could have sworn there was something he tried to tell you there.

You just couldn't read him.

But he didn't care. He pulled you in close again, and his lips were on yours.

You'd kissed Roger before. Not in public, but definitely in the bedroom. And they weren't very scarce. Honestly, if Roger's lips weren't somewhere else on your body, they'd be on yours.

But why was this feeling different from all the other times he'd kissed you?

He was being a lot less forceful and needy than he usually was.

His grip wasn't tight on you, and it wasn't like he was crushing you against him as if indicating he needed more of you, now.

He was holding you rather, and the hand at your waist circled around to press against your lower back. The hand on your neck shifted a little forward so Roger could gently slide the pad of his thumb down the column of your throat.

The both of you were holding your breath, and Roger was the first to pull away. The both of you sucked in some air, and before you could even draw in a full breath, Roger's lips were on yours again.

He pushed towards you, guiding you backwards until your back was flat against the refrigerator. His warm hands grabbed for yours and he pinned them above your head by your wrists.

Okay. This, was something you were used to. But there was nothing that could have prepared you for when Roger's hands loosened their grip on your wrists, and he was lacing his fingers between your own.

Your hands felt very small in Roger's. How had he never noticed that before? What else had he neglected to realize about you?

In that moment, he felt you pull away to breathe, and he looked down at you worriedly, fingers frozen, yet still laced with yours.

"I- uh... I-I'm sorry--"

"No no, don't be. It's okay," your response was very rushed, but you didn't skip a word.

There was about a minute of silence, your hot breaths mingling in the space between your lips, though your gazes were locked with one another, and you couldn't look away.

"Did-uh... did you want me to... to stop?" His question was gentle, almost sincere-sounding, but he still made no effort to move from his place.

"No. God, no." And as soon as you'd answered, Roger closed the space between the both of you again, his fingers unwound from yours to grab you by the jaw, and you just held his waist, pushing your body as close to him as he would let you.

He shifted around a little, and moved his leg between yours. You could feel his mouth bend into a smirk against yours, and he began to apply pressure to the apex of your legs with his knee.

Before long, as much as you wanted to resist it, you fell to Roger's submission, and as you waited for him to grab your waist and put you wherever, he hesitated for a second, and dropped his hands from yours.

You opened your eyes again to find Roger, face red, and staring at your chest. Not in an ogling way, but more of a method to avoid looking you in the eye.

He could tell you were looking at him, and he shifted his gaze to you. He itched at his hands awkwardly, mouth opening and closing as he tried to explain himself.

You just waited. You gave him time to think, and he had an answer for you sooner than either of you would have thought.

"I just... I wanna try something else. I don’t want to control you like I do every night."

It wasn't much of an explanation, but a good beginning to a demonstration.

"Will you come to bed with me, Y/n?" His offer was gentle, yet confident, despite offering a hand out hesitantly.

When you dropped your hand into his, all of the tension in Roger's being relaxed, and he quietly led you up the stairs, past the nursery, and into John and Veronica's room.

Before you could say anything he gently explained that he'd do laundry later, and then he pulled you in for another kiss he'd been waiting to give you since the last one.

Roger pulled you closer to him, hands cupping your face as his lips began to desperately chase after yours. You kissed Roger back with just as much vigor, but then he slowed the movements of his mouth, and guided you backwards until the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed.

Roger helped lower you down onto the bed, and he leaned over you, dipping down to kiss your lips again. He knelt between your legs, and pulled them up around his waist so he could lean in even closer.

You felt his hands squeeze your hips, and he pulled at your bottom lip with his teeth. You hummed lowly, your eyelashes kissing your cheeks as Roger pulled away ever so slightly-- just enough to pull his shirt off of him, and close the distance between your bodies again.

You tangled your hands into his hair, and he hummed in approval before pulling back just once more.

"I'm sure that's hardly fair..."

"What?"

"This," Roger tugged gently at the hem of your shirt.

"Why's yours still on?"

"... I never said it had to be."

Roger exhaled, and slowly pulled your shirt up over your head after you raised your arms to help him out a little.

He placed the palm of his hand over the smooth skin of your belly as he stared at your bare torso. And before long, he dipping down to kiss you again.

You reciprocated his actions, wrapping your arms around his neck and tightening your legs around his hips, to which he rocked himself against your core, and then---

Bam!

The headboard hit the wall, and Bobby woke up.

"Nooo..." you squeezed your eyes shut as the baby's cries began to reverberate down the hallway.

"Fuck!" Roger groaned, eyebrows knitted together helplessly as he climbed off of you. You both knew it was Roger who technically woke the baby up, and it was just silently agreed on that he went to put him back down.

"Dammit to hell, those separated headboards."

Roger opened the nursery door, and made his way to the crib in the corner of the room. Bobby's cheeks were wet with tears, and Roger's heart sank. "'M sorry, little guy. C'mere. Come see uncle Roger."

He picked the baby up and rocked him back and forth, though it wasn't exactly doing much, so Roger took a seat in the rocking chair on the opposite side of the room, swaying the both of them with a push of his feet.

Bobby's cries settled, and Roger felt proud of himself. Sure, he wanted to get back to what he was doing before, but instead he took his time in making sure Bobby was comfortable and not in need of anything before he drifted off to sleep again.

Bobby played around with Roger's fingers a few moments after his agitation ceased, and he couldn't believe how large his hands were in comparison to Bobby's. He was once that size.

A little while later Roger set Bobby down in his crib, and the infant was out. The drummer smiled at his accomplishment. He didn't even need your help.

With that, he left the room without a sound.

He stepped into John and Veronica's room, and closed the door quietly behind him. He was in the middle of turning on his heel when he stopped dead in his tracks.

You'd taken some of the pillows off the bed and wedged them between the wall and the headboard to keep the bed from making noise.

You were also splayed out on the bed in a lot less clothing than he remembered you in when he left.

With a teasing beckon from your finger, Roger knew three things were for certain.

1. You were the smartest woman he knew.

2. You were the most gorgeous woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

3. He, the Roger Taylor, had fallen madly, and helplessly in love with you.

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A/A/N: Again, you’ve all been waiting long enough for the next chapter, so here you are. i hope you all enjoy, and if my response is great with this one, I’ll see if I can spit out another one soon <3

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The Game | 2 | Joe Mazzello

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,677

Summary: When Joe visits Ben in London and they’re sent a round of drinks from a pair of girls at a pub, Joe is ready to play a game of love

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Part 1

Ben and Joe quickly pulled on their coats, gesturing for the girls to walk on ahead before following them out. “So, where would you ladies like to go?” Joe smirked, clapping his hands together as they came to a stop outside the pub.

“Uh...well I know of another few other pubs not too far from here if we want to head in that general direction first, if things go well, we can figure out something from there.” (Y/N) suggested with a shrug.

“Lead the way!” The American cheered. (Y/N) smirked mischievously at him before grabbing (Y/F/N)’s arm, pulling her on ahead in the direction of the next pub before starting to chat quietly to her.

Ben looked at Joe with a quizzically raised brow seeing the stupid grin on his face. He was clearly smitten over (Y/N) in just a few minutes. He was hopeless. Ben smirked slightly. “You sure you know what you’re doing there mate?”

“Please by the end of the evening she’s going to be putty in my hands.” Joe tried to wave him off as they walked off in pursuit of the girls. He was either going to get this girl or be extremely depressed the rest of the night, there was no in-between.

Ben rolled his eyes. “I could tell by the way she’s throwing herself at you…” Joe looked up to see (Y/N) turned around looking at the pair of actors with a smirk glued to her lips. God was she beautiful. She laughed before turning back to her friend. “See, she doesn’t even know what we’re talking about and she’s already laughing at you.”

“Oh, fuck off. I’ve got a whole plan worked out. Just watch.” Joe smirked as they walked up next to the girls who were stopped on the corner waiting for the light. The American deposited himself at (Y/N)’s side, hands deep in his pockets trying to keep warm in the frigid winter’s air. “So, uh (Y/N), what’s the name of this pub we’re off to?” Joe took a moment to take the female in, in the low lighting of the street. She was absolutely stunning. The way her (h/c) locks were being blown back from her face in the light wind. The scintillating glint in her dazzling (e/c) orbs from the soft light of the streetlight above them, complemented by the perfect smoky eye she had done that showed them off so fantastically. Her outfit complimented her every curve and showed off her best assets and god was it hard for him to stop looking at her.

He couldn’t get over how incredible she looked, so much so he didn’t hear her reply. “Hey, space cadet!” She waved her hand in front of his face.

“Hmm, what?” Joe asked, closing his eyes before shaking his head out.

The three people before him snickered slightly. Ben placed a hand over his mouth to try and disguise his amusement for Joe’s sake. Of course, Joe saw anyway and just gave the blonde an unamused look. “I told you he wasn’t listening.” (Y/F/N) giggled softly as she and Ben walked on ahead with the change of the light, allowing the pair to be alone.

“Alright?” (Y/N) asked the actor with a soft giggle as they stepped off into the street.

“Not gonna lie, I kinda wanna light myself on fire right about now.” Joe chuckled awkwardly. “I must look so stupid right about now.”

“Yeah, pretty much.” (Y/N) looked at him with a straight face before she giggled softly, seeing the dejected look on his face. “I’m only teasing, I think it’s cute.” She smiled.

“I do have a certain irresistible charm, don’t I?” He smirked.

“Cheeky.” She laughed, playfully bumping shoulders with the actor. “But we’re going to a pub called The Dog and The Duck.”

Joe nodded as he sunk his hands deep into his pockets, as he trudged on next to (Y/N). “You look amazing tonight, by the way.” He looked over at her, hoping he was making up for earlier a bit by complimenting her.

(Y/N) smiled softly, feeling a blush spread over her face as she looked over at him. “Thanks.”

They arrived at the pub shortly after. The four of them grabbed one of the only remaining tables before the boys went up to the bar to grab them the first round of pints. “So, you and (Y/F/N) seem to be getting rather close,” Joe smirked, nudging Ben ever so slightly. He was getting awfully close to her on the walk over, Joe might just be stuck listening to Ben having the time of his life through the wall all night if he didn’t work fast enough. “Do I have to be worried?”

The blonde actor rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, don’t be daft. We’ve hardly said anything to each other.”

“Baby steps, my friend.” Joe waved him off as his pints for him and (Y/N) were set in front of him. He had at least a basic concept about how he was going to snag the (H/C) woman back at the table. He should at least give Ben the common courtesy bestowed upon Joe by the ‘bro-code’ and help him get a girl tonight as well. “I could be your wing-man.”

“I think you’ve got your hands full with her friend.” He chuckled. “And what about you and (Y/N)? You two looked as though you were getting pretty cosy on the walk over.” Ben jested turning around ever so slightly. He smirked seeing (Y/N) quickly look away before turning back to (Y/F/N). “Can’t keep her eyes off you.” He chuckled.

“What can I say, I’ve got all this…” He paused a moment brushing off his shoulders trying to act cool. “American charm.”

“If that’s what you want to call it. Whatever helps you sleep at night. mate.” Ben chuckled.

Meanwhile back at the table, the girls had been chatting quietly amongst themselves as the boys stood with their backs to them at the bar. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god…!” (Y/F/N) breathed with an incredulous smile on her face as she looked at her friend next to her on their side of the table. “We’re actually here with them! They’re actually with us!”

“I told you that sending the drinks was going to be a good idea.” (Y/N) smirked, looking over (Y/F/N) shoulder at the boys as they stood at the bar. Joe wasn’t normally the type of guy that she would’ve gone for, but something about her drew her to him. She bit her lip as she stared at the back of his head, there was a certain charm to him that she was desperate to figure out. She’d spend as long as it took to figure out how he had managed to crawl his way under her skin so quickly. “They’re quite charming, aren’t they?”

“Yours seems a bit oblivious if I’m completely honest.” (Y/F/N) teased gently.

“At least mine talks.” (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at the (Y/F/H/C) next to her before turning her gaze back to Joe. She felt a stupid grin spreading across her lips until Ben turned around, looking back at the table, a smirk poised on his lips as he talked to Joe. The (H/C) female drew in a sharp breath as she quickly turned to look back at (Y/F/N), hoping to god that the blonde at the bar hadn’t caught her staring at his friend. “Yours seems interested by the way. Just checked you out.” (Y/F/N) blushed fifty shades of crimson as she giggled softly to herself. “Awe, come on babe, you got to own your hotness every once and a while. You’re a real catch!”

“So you keep telling me, but it has yet to happen.”

“Well, tonight could be your lucky night.” (Y/N) winked at her friend, seeing the boys returning to the table over her shoulder.  

“Here we are!” Joe cheered, setting the pint down in front of (Y/N) before taking his seat across from her. “You said a Strongbow Dark Fruit, yeah?”

“Sure did, thanks.” She smiled at him as she took a sip of her drink. “Ah, that’s the ticket right there.” She sighed leaning back in her seat as she smirked across the table at the American. “So what brings you to England then?”

“I’m going to be moving here in about a month for work for a bit. For now, I’m just here for some, I guess you could say interviews.”

“Oh, so you’re going back to America then?” (Y/F/N) sighed, slightly disappointed. She was wasting her time, wasn’t she? Even still she was determined to spend the night with Joe if anything to show him what he was going to be missing out on.

Joe smirked cheekily. “Don’t you worry, I’ll be back in a month.” He winked at her. “I’ll have my own place then, but for now I’m crashing with this guy.” He pointed his thumb over at the blonde sitting next to him. It was then that Joe noticed how intently that (Y/N) was staring at him, but not in a lustful kind of way. More in like an I know your secretkind of way. “Why do I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before?”

“Uh…” Joe’s heart sped up ever so slightly. He was used to not many people recognizing him, but even still that didn’t mean that he didn’t enjoy being able to be a completely normal guy who hadn’t been in an extremely successful film franchise as a child, or in one of the biggest biopics about one of the greatest bands in history a few years back. “I really doubt that.” He shrugged her off, deciding that telling a little white lie would’ve been in his best interest. The last thing he wanted to do was answer questions about being in the entertainment industry all night. “Must have a twin or something in London.” He chuckled. “Though I have been told I look like a young John Deacon so maybe that’s it.”

“Yeah...I suppose you’re right.” She squinted her eyes at him before looking over at Ben. She stared at him, lost in (Y/F/N)’s eyes despite the fact that she wasn’t looking at him before looking at (Y/F/N). “Don’t you think he looks a lot like the guy who used to play Peter Beale on EastEnders?”

“Now that you mention it, he does a bit…” (Y/F/N) furrowed a brow quizzically at the blonde across from her.

“Hey Ben!” (Y/N) tried to grab his attention. “I know I’ve seen you somewhere before. You wouldn’t happen to know EastEnders, would you?”

Joe turned his gaze to the younger actor next to him expecting an answer, but to nobody’s surprise, it was Ben’s turn to be lost in thought as he stared at the (Y/F/H/C) across the table from him, a stupid, lovesick look on his face. The group laughed a little bit at his dazed state. “Ha, now who’s being the oblivious one.” Joe teased gently.

“Go on (Y/F/N), try to snap him out of it with a witty remark or something.” (Y/N) nudged her friend with a smirk, referring to what she had said to Joe earlier when he had been gone.

“I am absolutely not asking him if he wants to see my tits like you did.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Wait you said what?!” Joe laughed in surprise. He hadn’t realised that. Boy was this kid lost. Joe chuckled softly as he tried to shake the blonde from his distracted gaze. “Hey, Romeo, snap out of it.” Joe teased waving a hand in front of his face, snapping Ben back to reality.

“Oh uh...sorry what were you saying?” He asked, turning to look at the other actor, a slight glare of annoyance for interrupting his staring to his gaze.

Joe snickered softly at Ben before turning over to look at (Y/F/N). “(Y/N) was just asking why she feels like she’s seen us before.” He explained, not sure if Ben wanted to disclose that information.

It wasn’t often that they got to go under the radar as normal guys, especially Ben. EastEnders had been the thing to put him on the map here in England, and so many people knew the show, so he figured he’d let the younger actor take the lead on this one.

“Oh, well, you know I live here in London, perhaps you might’ve seen me around.” Ben tried to wave her off.

“In a city with over a million people living in it?” She scoffed. “Highly unlikely.”

“Never know, if you’re a frequenter of that first pub, then you’re bound to catch me in there with my mates for a pub quiz on a Friday night.” He shrugged, taking a sip of his pint. On the surface, (Y/N) seemed to accept this answer, but inside something was screaming at her that the blonde and his friend were hiding something about themselves, something that was drastically important. After a while, they migrated over to The Lyric, where they had a high-top table to sit around, this time Joe and Ben across from each other with the girls in between them. It had been a pretty chill night so far, discussing music and films, while the two actors casually danced around their own professions. “So (Y/F/N) what would you say your favourite film is?”

“Oh you ask me to choose my favourite child! There’s so many amazing films out there.” She groaned as she pondered his question. “I guess if I had to pick one, it would have to be...Jurassic Park.”

Joe’s eyes lit up when (Y/N) had said Jurassic Park. “Really?” He asked leaning forward in his seat, a wide grin stretching across his features. “What about it do you like so much?”

“Well let’s face it, nobody can compose a score like John Williams.” She laughed. “Star Wars, Harry Potter, ET, Indiana Jones, what’s not to like? Then I guess the acting was pretty good, especially the kids.” Joe beamed at this answer. Sure (Y/F/N) wasn’t the one that he was interested, but it was always nice to hear people compliment his work, especially when they didn’t realise, they were. This look of adoration didn’t go unnoticed by (Y/N). She stared at the man trying to figure out why all of a sudden, his loyalties had changed. It wasn’t until he started talking about Jurassic Park, particularly about Timmy, did it finally dawn upon her where she had seen him before. This man sitting next to her was the grown-up little boy from Jurassic Park! Oh, (Y/N) just had to tell (Y/F/N), right now. It was luck that at this moment both girls were finishing up their drinks. They wouldn’t dare leave the table together before they were gone. She motioned her head toward the sign that said ‘Toilets’ with an arrow pointing in their direction. (Y/F/N) nodded before rising with her. “We’ll be right back, just going to pop off to the toilet’s really quick.” The boys nodded and fell into their own conversation as the girls wound their way through the crowded pub.

“We get it Joe you were a successful childhood actor. No need to go rubbing it in my face.” Ben chuckled softly, winking cheekily at the older actor.

“Well, you know it’s not every day I get to hear people’s genuine opinions on my work.” Joe chuckled as he finished off his pint.

“Uh-huh, well could you get those opinions without making it seem like you’re moving in on my girl?” Ben asked with a raised brow. “I think (Y/N)’s starting to get a bit jealous, she was looking at you a bit weird just now before they left.”

“Oh god, you don’t think she thinks I’m hitting on (Y/F/N) do you?” Joe asked, a bit mortified at the very idea. (Y/N) had been great fun all night, she was so witty, not to mention beyond beautiful. Last thing he wanted to do was make it seem like her friend was getting all the attention.

“Well, if she does, I’d recommend doing some major clean up if I were you.” Ben suggested as the girls reapproached the table, Ben and Joe grinned widely at them as they sat down with the next round in hand.

“Can you two be any more perfect?” Joe chuckled as he took the last sip of his other pint before reaching for the other.

“You’ve just about read my mind.” Ben chuckled doing the same.

The conversation quickly picked up where it had left off, this time Ben more so staying in conversation with (Y/F/N) and Joe with (Y/N). After a while, (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice how Joe seemed rather distracted by something as she was telling him a story about her favourite song and the meaning it had to her. He frantically began to look around the table. “Oh, goddamn it.”

“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked with a raised brow, confusion laced over her features as the other two broke from their conversation to look at the American actor.

“I don’t have my bag. I had a work thing before Ben and I went to the pub you guys found us in.” Joe groaned as he leaned forward on the table banging his head up against it. The new script for the film he was about to be working on was tucked in there with his name written all over it. If that script was leaked before the film came out, and the producers found out it was him who had been so careless, not only would he be fired in an instant, but probably blackballed as well.

“You didn’t have a bag when we left the first pub, perhaps you left it behind.”

The American was clearly beginning to panic at this point at the thought of his bag being lost out there in the cold dark streets of London...all on its own. “There’s confidential script things in there. If that gets leaked, I’m so fired.” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at this statement. Script things? Could her suspicions about Joe be true?

“Hey.” (Y/N) reached out gently placing a hand on his trying to calm him. “It’ll be alright. We’ll find it. Just call the pub.”

Though frazzled, Joe took out his phone and began scrolling through the names of the nearby pubs, desperately in search of the contact info for the pub they had been at before. He eventually found it, and while he was distracted on the phone, Ben turned to the two ladies on either side of him. “I guess that means we’re going to have to take off.” He sighed sadly, his eyes connecting over with (Y/N)’s for a moment. “He’s not from around here, can’t have him getting lost…” He explained with a frown.

“Well, I’ll go with him.” (Y/N) name spoke up looking over at (Y/F/N) with a smile, hope sparkling in her eyes. Now was her chance to be alone with Joe and find out if her suspicions were true. She’d still be interested in him regardless of if they were or not, but there was something exciting about the prospect that she was.  “That is if you don’t mind being left alone with…” She looked over at the blonde actor, a soft giggle escaping her lips before back at her friend.

(Y/F/N) nodded before she stood, walking over to whisper in (Y/N) ear. “Now’s your chance. Don’t fucking blow it.” (Y/F/N) laughed in her ear. “And remember, use protection.

(Y/N) turned a dark crimson at what she said. (Y/F/N) was normally so innocent so to hear such a thing escape her lips was new for the (H/C). “I’ll be fine. Just text me if you need me.” (Y/F/N) giggled at her friend as she rounded her way back around the table, sending Ben a bright smile.

“Okay, thank you so much.” (Y/N) heard Joe say, grabbing her attention once again. “The first pub’s got it.” The American actor shrugged on his coat as he stood looking over at Ben. “I’m going to go grab it, I’ll be back soon.”

“Would you like some company?” (Y/N) smirked, smoothly timing her attempt at spending some alone time with Joe. Judging by the way he stood there for a moment, clearly in shock she certainly had the American wrapped around her finger. Getting the rest of this evening to go her way was going to be all too easy.

Joe on the other hand was absolutely floored. She wanted to come with him. He was actually going to be alone with her. It was now or never, he had to make up for what an idiot he had been earlier on the street “Uh...Yeah! Sure! That’d be great!” He nodded, rambling ever so slightly as (Y/N) stood, his eyes glued to her as she pulled on her jacket. “I could use someone to show me around.”

“I think I can do that.” She winked at him cheekily, sending a flush over the actor’s cheeks as she turned to look at the blonde and the (Y/F/H/C) who remained at the table. “Don’t do anything I would do, but then again don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. There’s a little grey area there for you (Y/F/N).” She winked again before leaving the pub with the other actor.

The pair walked along in silence for a little bit. “I uh...thanks for coming with me.” Joe stumbled over his words a bit. “I’m sure I would’ve gotten horribly lost and ended up getting mugged in an alleyway or something.” He laughed.

“Well, I wouldn’t count yourself completely out of the woods yet. The chances of me mugging you in an alleyway may be slim but they’re still there.” She winked cheekily.

Joe gasped in fake shock, placing a hand over his chest. “Are you saying you would do things to me in an alleyway?”

(Y/N) smirked softly as she slyly looked over at the actor. “Eh, probably not.” She chuckled under her breath slightly seeing how dejected Joe looked for a moment. “Now in my bed however...that could be fun.”

Joe smirked pulling the girl to a stop by a hand around her waist. “Oh-ho.” He chuckled softly, pulling her close so she was but a lips distance away from him. “Is that a bit of desire I’m sensing?”

“Among other things.” She winked cheekily, kissing his cheek before pulling herself out of the actor’s arms, continuing on toward the pub he had left his bag at. Joe stood there dumbfounded, what was the girl doing to him that he was so whipped this early on? “Hey, Stars and Stripes, you coming?” She called over her shoulder for the American actor.

Joe quickly caught up to the girl as they made their way back to the first pub. He saw her checking him out from the corner of his eye every once and awhile. “I can feel you burning holes in my head.” He chuckled.

“I’m sorry for staring it’s just...you look so familiar. You’re sure we’ve never met before?”

The actor gulped slightly; he was rather enjoying not having to talk about his films with someone he was interested in in the longest time. “If you had to say who I look like, who would it be then?” He asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“Hmm...well if I had to say one, it’d be the grown-up version of Timmy in Jurassic Park. Or, like you said, maybe even John Deacon from Queen.” She shrugged. She was almost positive that Joe was, in fact, Joe Mazzello the actor, but she didn’t want to assume anything. If he wanted to tell her that he was that actor, he’d do it in his own time.

Joe narrowed his eyes as they stopped outside the pub that had his bag. “Alright, how long have you known?” He asked with a slight smirk.

“For sure? About five seconds.” She winked. “Before then, I only thought you looked like him.”

The actor groaned, rolling his eyes as they entered the pub. “You’re not one of those crazy overzealous fangirls who’s going to try and murder me or cut off a lock of my hair when you think I’m not looking are you?”

“No, why? Does that turn you on?” She smirked cheekily, making the actor burst out laughing.

“Only every second Tuesday.” He said before turning to look at the host. “Hi, I called earlier about a bag I left behind?” As the worker left in search of the bag, Joe turned to look at (Y/N). “Well, you’re right, I am Joe Mazzello.” He sighed. “Please don’t think any differently of me now that you know…”

“You mean give you special treatment?! Nah, I’m going to treat you like the worthless piece of pond scum you are.” She winked at him, making him laugh again. She had no idea where this sudden boost of confidence was coming from. She desperately hoped deep inside that he was genuinely finding her humour as just that, humour and not that she was actually insulting him. That would be her luck. She had started talking to him because she thought that he was funny and handsome not because he was Joseph Francis Mazzello III.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He smirked. “You’re not like other girls I’ve met.”

“Because I’m sexy beyond belief?” (Y/N) asked, striking a ridiculous pose batting her lashes at the actor. That would be an understatement, the actor thought to himself. The girls that he often met in his line of work were typically like the triangle of choice between two things and not getting the third. The three points were usually good looks, good personality, and humour, and somehow this girl standing next to him with her beautiful sparkling (e/c) irises, and flowing (h/c) locks, she was a novelty in the regard that she somehow checked all three boxes. He wasn’t about to let this one get away.

“No, I believe that would be me hun. I mean just look at this piece of ass.” He smirked as he struck a pose making her laugh as the pub staff brought over the bag the actor had lost earlier. He thanked the host before they walked out of the pub together for the second time that night. “So...back to the other pub then…?” He asked quietly, silently hoping that she would suggest something else.

“I mean if that’s what you want.” She shrugged as they trudged along...in the complete wrong direction despite the fact they both knew very well where they had to go.

“Look I think it’s safe to say that we’re both attracted to one another.” Joe stated rather bluntly. “I don’t know about you, but I’d be an absolute fool not to act upon the choice opportunity that’s been presented to us, don’t you agree.” Without hesitation (Y/N)’s arms were around the actor’s neck as she pulled him into a rather heated kiss. When they broke apart only for air, the actor smirked. “I’m going to take that as a yes then.”

“We’ll go to mine then, yeah?” She asked as they kissed again.

“Well seeing as how Ben might think I was overstepping guest boundaries by doing it on his couch….” He chuckled as they both broke out their phones to text their respective friends.

Joe - See ya in the morning 😎😏😉

Ben - You’re abandoning me? 🥺🥺

Joe - Sure am 🖖🏻👅

Ben - 🙈 Really Joseph, I thought we had something special 😭

Joe - Just think of it as a temporary eviction 😜

“So, where were we?” Joe asked as he kissed her again.

“Not a question of where were we, it’s where are we going?” (Y/N) laughed pulling the actor off in the direction of the nearest tube stop to get to her flat.

“Will there be more drinks?” He chuckled.

“I’ll put the kettle on.” She winked. Afterall, it was going to be a long night.

[itsametaphorbriansblog]

Am I regressing to my queen phase cause I'm under a lot stress right now and i formed an unhealthy attachment with the fictionalized version of a classic rock band? Yes. Am I gonna do something about it? No.

Anyway

All we hear is radio gaga 👏🏻👏🏻🙌🏻

Radio goo goo👏🏻👏🏻🙌🏻

Radio ga ga👏🏻👏🏻🙌🏻

[brian-roger-deaky-and-fred]

HCs for Deaky bringing his gf on tour

Warnings: Tiny bit of Angst and then MEGA Fluff

-So John knew he was going to be taking you with him on tour before it was even proposed.

-The band had done a tour about two years ago and John obviously loves performing and meeting fans and everything

-but he was absolutely miserable.

-He barely slept the entire time. He didn't feel like eating. He only spoke when it was to snap at the boys.

-It wasn't good.

-And maybe they should have seen it coming because John had always loved performing

- but he definitely didn't love being a rockstar.

-Sure he liked a good party and a bit of excitement

-But only if he could return to the people he loved at the end of the day.

-He can't truly thrive unless he's falling asleep next to you and making you tea each morning.

-So after a very dramatic night where a bass had been thrown onstage, Jim decided to call you in hopes of preventing further damage to equipment

-(or band members for that matter).

-You're heart absolutely broke when you got that call.

-He hadn't said a word to you about any of it. The lack of sleep and the loss of appetite and the home sickness.

-He hadn't wanted to worry you.

-He wanted you to think he was off having the time of his life and traveling the world

-because that's what would make you happy.

-You thanked Jim a million times and immediately drove to the airport to book a flight for that night

-12 hours later you were snuggled into his bunk on the tour bus with him, his arms around your waist and his head on your chest

-And he was sleeping well for the first time in four weeks.

-So this time, the band decides to save a little money on plane tickets and bring you along from the beginning :^)

-He always wakes you up with the tiniest little kisses all down your nose and across your cheeks.

-And if you wake up first you comb through his curls with your fingertips.

-He likes the feeling of your nails against his scalp and he always hums sweetly when you do it.

-The bunks are small so you have to squeeze in really close and that's 100% ok with both of you.

-You love admiring his lil freckles :^) Just the faintest softest little spatterings over his nose.

-You always have him sit down after the show so you can doctor his sore fingers and press gentle, tender kisses to each of his knuckles.

-You make sure he eats and you squeeze his hand when you can tell the boys' yelling is making him a little anxious.

-And after a while he realizes that no matter what country the band is in, it always feels like home.

-Because you're always there smiling at him from the wings of the stage :^)

[panini-deaky-blog]

Fucking Julian Day!

So we all know and love the wonderful movie ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, and we’ve all heard of and for some of us see the movie ‘Rocketman’ and both of these movies of corse feature some stellar fashion. You know like these works of art!

Or what about these beautiful pieces of magic!

Yeah well these were made by a fucking badass fashion designer who we never talk about by the name of JULIAN FUCKING DAY! He not only made that he fucking replicated these!

And just fucking look at what he made!

Honestly just give this man some more attention for his hard work and talent. Without him these movies would be nothing!

[deacymercury]

Dear John (Joe Mazzello/John Deacon x Reader)

A/N: Hi! I’m back from the dead haha! This is an imagine that nobody asked for! I haven’t been writing for a quite long time, so please bare with me and my grammatical errors. English is not my native language soooo sorry if this sucks but, I hope you’ll still enjoy! 

This is based on Taylor Swift’s song, Dear John. 

You continued walking on while crying. You didn’t mind the pain in your foot. The cold wind started to seep through your white dress, making you shiver. But you couldn’t care less. You were too numb to think and feel about everything. You’re too hurt to complain. You don’t even know how many hours you’re walking, you just walked, to get away from him. To get away from them. You don’t want to see their faces anymore. You just want them to vanish in your life completely.  

You finally reached your flat. The vast darkness of your room welcomed you; making you feel more alone. You wiped the falling tears briskly as you started moving to get to your bedroom. As you enter your bedroom, you saw your reflection at the mirror. Your hair was disheveled, your eyes are puffy. Your dress is a complete mess too.  Seeing yourself being so broken made you cried more. I should have known. You said to yourself as you cry. You propped down to your bed, still crying. You didn’t bother to clean up or remove your heels.  You just lay down there, staring at the ceiling while crying.  You wished you could vanish for a moment or just get numb for a while  and the feelings will just come back right after you feel alright.  But it’s not happening. You’re not vanishing. You don’t feel numb. You’re still hurt.

The exhaustion hits you slowly, making the vivid ceiling blurry. You were sleepy. With the tears streaming down your face, you slowly closed your eyes, finally drifting asleep.

 “Oi!” you shouted at your best friend, Dana. The two of you met at the uni. She was a literature major who entered a wrong room the first day, and it was your room. She really thought that it was her room that she even chatted you about William Shakespeare. And after that day, the two of you were inseparable. “Where’s my guitar?!” you added. “It’s in the sofa you dummy! You better kill that performance darling!” she said, smiling at you. It was your big day. You’re going to perform at the pub called, Copacabana. You’re an aspiring singer-songwriter; you’re a music major at the university you’re currently studying in.

“You’re not coming?” you asked her. “I am going Y/N! Chill!” she said, as she finished putting her lipstick on. “What’s the use of that bloody red lips Dana?!” you asked her, laughing. “I might find a hot guy there you know.” she said as a matter of fact. “So you’re going there to find a hot guy?” you pouted.

“Don’t be a baby Y/N! Of course I’m going there to support you, finding a hot guy is just a bonus.” She laughed. “Now come on before you get late!” she exclaimed.

The two of you stood still in front of the pub. A big “Copacabana” in a neon light sign welcomed you. You’re starting to get nervous.

“Dana, I think I’m going to back down.” You told her, as you fiddle with the strap of your guitar. “What?! Are you crazy?” she asked you. “We didn’t drive here just to waste my gasoline. We are now entering this pub and you’re going to perform that song!” she told you, voice is filled with conviction as she tugged you towards the bar.

A small crowd welcomed the two you it was filled with students from the university you’re studying. Some of them listen to at the band on the stage, while some of them sit on the pub’s sofa while talking with each other. You started to get nervous again. What if they don’t pay attention to me? Or they didn’t like the song? You’re overthinking again.

Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted when a man tugged you while holding out your wrist.  

“Holy shit!” your best friend shouted as you got separated from her.

“Oh my god please don’t!” you plead at the man.  You can see he was clearly, well, tipsy?

“I’m not really interested Sir, p-please I still have to perform!” you told him. He suddenly stopped on his tracks, body’s tensing a bit.

“Fuck.” He mumbled as he scratched the back of his neck. You can’t clearly see his face since it was dim.

“I-I’m really sorry, I thought you’re..” he trailed.  “Never mind, I mistaken you with someone else.” He added. He immediately pulled out his hands out of your wrist, apologizing again.  You felt like you heard his voice before but you weren’t quite sure where. You’re still stunned with what happened. Your best friend finally reached you.

“You bastard!” Dana shouted at the man, lounging a fist on his face. You immediately pulled you’re your best friend is a fucking black belter on karate, you don’t want to cause any scene. Getting kicked out of the bar that you’re going to perform is the last thing you want to happen.

“What?! This bastard needs to learn his lesson!” she told you, still mad. Some people started looking at you now. “Let’s just g-go Dana. Quentin is probably waiting for me.” You mumbled at her, while looking down.,

“I’m really sorry.” The man told you. “I don’t really have an idea, I mistaken you as somebody else.” He added guiltily.

“Just don’t drag anyone again if you’re not quite sure who are they.” You mumbled at him, walking away. You saw your best friend snicker at the man.

“What a fucking dick.” She said rolling her eyes. “Are you alright?” she asked you, voice full of concern.

“I’m alright!” you smiled, to convince her. But you’re actually a bit scared with what happened.

“Hey Y/N! Dana!” you heard a voice called, making you turn. “I thought you’re not coming! Come on, let’s go at the back stage!” he added. That was Quentin. He’s your classmate, and they owned this bar. He helps his father manage this pub as he study. He saw you had a lot of potential so he asked his father to let you perform tonight. He also performs in the pub sometimes, but managing it is his first priority.

You finally went on the backstage. Your best friend bid goodbye to you because she went on the crowd to watch you. You were really nervous.

“Y/N!” Quentin called you again. “You alright? You’re next after them.” He spoke softly.

“I’m kind of n-nervous.” You mumbled shakily. “First time performing.” You added.

“You can do it Y/N. I heard you sang at the music room the last time, and let me tell you. It was heavenly. So don’t get nervous. Everyone will love it.” He cheered you up.

“Thanks Quen.” You smiled at him. At least your nervousness eased a bit.  You finally heard the band performing bid they’re closing remarks. Shit. You told yourself.  It was finally you’re time to shine.

“Go get it Y/N!” he told you, as he pushed you towards the stage.

You finally walked down the stage. A lot of people are there, watching. You’re actually shaking as you fiddle with your dress.

“Go Y/N!” you heard your best friend shout in the crowd. You heard the crowd laugh a bit, making you smile.

“H-hi!” you started. You were very nervous. “I’m Y/N. And it’s my first time performing here.” You laughed nervously.

“Just start already!” you heard someone in the crowd. It made your heart beat double.  You’re already getting anxious.

“S-sing a long if y-you know the song. This is called Love of my L-Life.” You stuttered.

You closed your eyes as you started strumming down your guitar. You removed all the nervousness you felt, and you started pouring out the emotions you feel on the song. You started to get lost with music. It was your safe haven.

Oh, hurry back, hurry back

Don't take it away from me

Because you don't know what it means to me

“That was wonderful darling!” an unfamiliar voice shouted as you finish the song. You finally opened your eyes. The crowd was staring at you with complete awe. You finally bowed down after the song, rushing towards the backstage because you feel like your heart is going to explode.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” you shouted, still shaking. You can hear their loud cheers and clap even though you’re already in the backstage. It was a very fulfilling moment for you since it was your first time. Smiling like an idiot, you walked out from the backstage to meet your friends. Dana is waving her hands at your direction so that you can go to them but before you can go near them, a horde of people suddenly appeared and bombarded you with tons of compliments because of your performance.

“T-thank you,” you stuttered, still not getting used of the attention you’re getting. The crowd finally dispersed after they congratulated you. “Ah, finally it’s done,” you mumbled through yourself but before you can even walk away, you felt someone tap your shoulder.

“You had a great performance,” the man told you, as he smiled shyly. He is wearing a white shirt paired with a wide-legged pants. He has long brown wavy hair, and dark brown eyes. His nose is pointed, and his pinkish lips is curved into a smile. He almost looked like a girl to be honest and he looked good under the dim lights of the pub. You looked at him intently.  I know met him already but I don’t know where. You said at the back of your mind.

“Oh! I’m sorry for the incident earlier. I’m sorry for startling you, I mistaken you as someone else I know.” he told you, making your eyes go wide. You finally remembered him. He’s the asshole earlier ago!

“Yeah I know I’m quite an asshole earlier, I’m sorry,” he said, scratching his head. You covered your mouth from embarrassment. It was never your intention to say it out loud! “Just don’t do it again, it is never really nice to grab someone you don’t know,” you replied coldly, so that you can hide the embarrassment you feel.

“I’m really sorry,” he quietly said. You just nodded at him in agreement and finally turned your back so that you can go to your friends.  

“I’m John by the way. John Deacon,” he followed up. And I’m not interested. You mumbled to yourself as you finally walked towards your friends.

Part 2? 

[lady1505]

Reblog if new Queen fans coming from Bohemian Rhapsody are just as valid as old Queen fans

[gluttons-for-punishment]

Bohemian Rhapsody (2018)

Joe Mazello as John

Gwilym Lee as Brian

[theimpossiblehologramtree]

Hi there, may I request a snow day with the Queen members? It can be snowball fight or sledding or making snow angels whatever you can think of. I love your writing! :D Thank you for taking the time to read this and hope you are well!

Snow day with Queen members would include...

Pairing: Queen members x reader

Word count: (altogether) 1700+

Warnings: well, some injuries (nothing actually happens), didn’t proofread, and of course the favourite - swearing - also known as cussing :)

A/N: Thanks so much for requesting, love. I would add a keep reading option, but tumblr is being a bitch and it doesn’t work, I hope @staff​ fixes it soon. Also I totally ditched school to write this, don’t be like me kids and study!

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.

🐝masterlist🐝

REQUEST IF YOU WANT MORE

Gifs aren’t mine. Credits to the owners.

Brian May

Warm rays of morning sunshine beaming through the curtains woke you up. You stretched your arms, covering your mouth as you yawned. Your boyfriend, Brian, was still sleeping next to you, his arm wrapped around your torso in a protective manner. You smiled at the sight before kissing him lovingly on the cheek and getting out of bed. You looked out of the window and, much to your surprise, saw that your backyard was covered in snow. Your mouth flew agape, as you didn't realize that it was snowing at night.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, making you jump up.

+"Shh, lovie, it's me" Brian whispered into your hair, nuzzling into your neck.

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes in bliss, savouring the moment.

+"Bri?"

"Mhmm" he hummed in response.

"How about we spend some time outside today, honey?"

"Sounds amazing, love, let's do that."

You got out of your shared house and headed for a walk. You started talking about his latest ideas for songs (you were proud to say that most of them were about you) and your job. You didn't even notice when you got to the park.

Walking among trees and bushes covered with trees, you spotted a nice pile of snow that looked like a cloud. You already knew what you wanted to do, and you just couldn't resist yourself. Pretending you just wanted to tie your shoelace, you crept behind Brian and took some snow in your hands, forming a small ball. Smiling mischievously, you jogged behind him and hit him in the head with full force. The snow covered his dark curls and quickly started to melt, making his hair damp. You laughed at Brian's shocked expression, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape.

+"Close your mouth, Bri, or you will catch flies."

"Oh, love, you better start running," he said, already making a snowball.

You turned around and started running away. Suddenly, a big wet pile of snow hit you on the back of your neck, melting as it made contact with your warm skin. You squealed and immediately returned the "favour" to your boyfriend.

The snowball fight ended when you found yourself laying in the snow, your clothes completely soaked. You decided to call it a day and returned back home.

Brian made you both tea while you changed into some fresh clothes. Not feeling very great, you grabbed Brian's sweatshirt along with some warm leggings and went back to the kitchen, shivering from the cold.

+"Oh, love, did you get sick?" your boyfriend asked, putting his arm around you and leading you to the couch.

"Yeah, I think so, Bri. But don't flatter yourself, I totally won that battle" you replied, snuggling into his chest.

"Whatever you say, (Y/N)."

Roger Taylor

You were woken up by your boyfriend Roger, who was tapping you on the shoulder in excitement. You had barely even opened your eyes, when he pulled the covers off you, uncovering your naked body.

+"Come on, (Y/N), wake up!" he yelled into your ear, kissing your bare shoulder.

"What the fuck, Roger?!" you snatched the covers from his hand, turning your back to him.

He just couldn't contain the emotions. He was jumping up and down, screaming like a seven-year-old child at the sight of white, fluffy snow, that covered the whole street.

+"Love, it snowed!" he tugged your hand. "Let's go sledging, don't leave me hanging."

He pouted, looking at you with his big blue eyes, knowing that you won't be able to resist him. You sighed deeply and shook your head in disbelief.

+"Oh, all right" you agreed, stretching before you got up.

Roger squealed like a little girl and ran to prepare for the day.

After you ate your breakfast you made Roger eat his breakfast ("Love, I'm just saying, if we don't eat it, we'll save time!"), the two of you set off to a nearby park. When you got there, you were greeted by lots of little kids, dressed in colourful jackets with different sledges. Roger's eyes lit up with joy when he saw the small hill covered in snow, ready for him. You chuckled under your breath, admiring your dumbass boyfriend from afar.

+"(Y/N) this is wonderful!" he shouted, already starting to climb up.

Ignoring the curious looks from others, you followed him to the top. As soon as you reached him, Roger motioned you to sit in front of him on the sledge. You hesitated for a moment, knowing that this wasn't such a good idea.

+"Oh come on, sweetheart, I'm gonna catch you if something bad happens."

You sighed deeply (yet again today) and situated yourself in front of him. You smiled at the sensation of his arms bringing you closer to him by your waist. However, the moment didn't last long, because Roger was so eager to go down, he pushed the sledge down without a warning, cheering loudly into your ear. The ride was quick and, before you knew it, you have slipped on a frozen puddle, making the two of you fall off and tumble down the hill.

+"Woohoo, that was brilliant, (Y/N)!" Roger yelled into your ear.

You, however, didn't feel so great. When you were tumbling down, you hit your head on the frozen ground. You felt dizzy, the entire world spinning around you. Not being able to bring yourself to say anything, you let out a quick "Mhmm".

Roger immediately spotted that something was off with you and kneeled next to you, looking into your eyes.

+"Shit, I'm so so sorry, my love" he quickly examined your head. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you go with me, shit, sweetheart."

"It's okay, Rog, really. I'll be fine" you reassured him, smiling softly. "Gonna sit here for a while, okay? You have fun, love" you said, not wanting him to miss out on the fun.

After a couple of minutes of arguing (Roger didn't want to leave you alone), you convinced him to go for another ride.

When you finally got home, after hours and hours of your boyfriend constantly apologizing, he made you hot chocolate and cuddled with you on the sofa, listening to your favourite songs. At the end of the day, a day out was really worth it.

And the next day it turned out you had a concussion.

John Deacon

Sleeping in on weekends was by far your favourite thing to do. You nuzzled your face into John's chest, trying to gather as much warmth radiating from him as you could. He only chuckled in response, bringing you closer to him.

+"We should get up, my love, it's already two o'clock" he mumbled into your hair.

"Yeah, yeah, just five more minutes," you replied.

But John already had a plan on how to get you out of bed. It was no secret you loved winter and snowy days.

+"Alright, but you might change your mind when you find out that it has snowed at night" he whispered, waiting for your reaction.

That was all it took for you to jump out of bed excitedly and run to the window to see for yourself. You squealed and immediately hurried to the bathroom to get ready. John only laughed and shook his head in disbelief.

You went for a walk to your favourite park, holding his hand the entire way. Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed that John kept his loving gaze on you, making you blush, and your heart skip a beat. You hoped that he would take the scarlet tint on your cheeks as a result of the cold temperature.

When you found a patch of grass completely covered in white snow, you turned to John and wiggled your eyebrows, making him laugh. You pulled his hand and plopped in the fluffy pile, waving your hands and legs. John followed soon after, both of you making snow angels giggling like a pair of teenagers.

+"I love you, (Y/N)" John breathed out between giggles, looking at your joyful face.

"I love you too, Deaky" you replied and rolled on top of him, kissing him on the lips with full force. 

Freddie Mercury

You were sitting at work, looking out of the window, your face gloomy. You had a good reason to be in a sullen mood because you were stuck doing your dull job, while outside people were running around, playing with the snow that had fallen overnight. You huffed and looked the other way, trying to focus on something else.

Suddenly, the phone on your desk rang. You picked up, expecting another client to call with a complaint, but, to your surprise, you heard a familiar voice.

+"Hello, darling. What are you up to, now? Fancy a walk?" Freddie's enthusiastic voice spoke from the telephone.

"I can't, Freddie, I'm at work," you told him, sighing deeply in regret.

"Oh come on, I'm sure you can get out a few hours earlier" he insisted.

You bit your lip, unsure what to do. You looked outside again, longing to get out, but at the same time, you knew that you could get in serious trouble if you got caught.

+"I don't know, Fred, I shouldn't..."

"Come on, darling, for me," he said softly. "You won't regret it, I promise."

"I'll see what I can do, I'll call you in five minutes, okay?" you promised and put the phone down. Quickly thinking about an excuse to leave early, you headed to your boss' office and told them you had a family emergency.

Not more than ten minutes later, you met Freddie in front of his house. He immediately approached you and kissed your cheeks, pulling you towards the park.

+"Let's make a snowman, Freddie!" you exclaimed loudly, earning a gasp from him.

"Excellent idea, darling!"

You quickly started building big balls of snow and stacking them on order. You picked up some pebbles for eyes and sticks for arms. Meanwhile, Freddie ran back to his house and brought one of his most outrageous hats and coats from the show. You couldn't help but burst out with laughter when he tried to dress the ice sculpture in the colourful clothes.

+"That must be the most fabulous snowman in the whole England, Freddie!" you said, in between giggles.

"World, (Y/N)" he corrected you. "The most fabulous snowman in the whole world."

[all-you-need-is-paul-mccartney]

The Couple Next Door VIII (Roger Taylor x Female!Reader)

Find Part Seven Here

A/N: Honestly, I never expected this fic to get to 8 chapters, but here we are!

Summary: Roger and Y/n babysit for John and Veronica

(You can imagine the canon or Hardy!Roger; whatever bohemians your rhapsody)

WARNINGS: Self-doubt, swearing maybe(?), mentions of sex (like... once)

This chapter will be rated as a T. Enjoy!

"If you need anything, literally anything, please call us. We know where everything is, and--" 

 "John, I promise I'll call if we need to. Roger and I will be fine," you tried to assure the bassist, giving his shoulder a pat as he took a breath. 

 "Okay, okay." He smiled, though it was a sad-looking one. You knew being away from Bobby was going to be difficult for him, and you tried your best to keep him calm, and ensure him not to worry a bit. 

 "Y/n is very responsible," Roger, who was standing next to you, reminded John. He knew John was aware of that, but Roger didn't like seeing John emotionally distraught. He saw John cry once so far in his life, and it was so heartbreaking that he decided he never wanted to see him cry ever again. 

 Veronica walked through the door into the nursery with Bobby in her arms. 

"Let's say goodbye to Daddy," she cooed as she handed him over to John, who repeatedly kissed the infant's head over and over again, whispering to him how much he loves him, and how he was gonna be right back. 

 You watched with sad eyes and a pouty lip as John and his son interacted, Bobby reaching up to grab John's finger with his tiny hands. Roger gauged your reaction, taking quick mental notes of how John was acting so he could mimic his behaviour with Bobby later. 

 Veronica eventually had to tell John that they were going to be stuck in traffic if they spent any longer at home, so John placed Bobby in your embrace before blowing him a kiss. 

 "Uncle Roger will take good care of you, Bub. I love you," he whispered once more before thanking you again, and leaving the three of you in the nursery, though Roger followed them out and locked the door behind them. 

 You moved into the living room with Bobby in your arms, taking a seat on the sofa. Roger watched John and Veronica leave the driveway through the window, and you were saying inaudible, silly things to Bobby as he happily smiled at the faces you were also making.

 Roger looked over his shoulder to you, and your eyes flitted to him. "Rog, d'ja think you could get me a bottle from the refrigerator, please?" 

 He nodded quickly, and rushed out of the room, returning only moments later with a bottle. 

"Thanks, Love," you took the bottle from him, completely missing the look of pride sporting his face, but it didn't matter. You flipped the bottle, and Bobby, on instinct, reached out for it. You helped him hold it up, cooing about how hungry he was as he sucked the bottle non-stop. 

Roger watched you intently from the other side of the coffee-table, biting the nail of his thumb as he took note on how to feed Bobby. Or... how you were feeding him. 

 Your eyes moved up to him again, catching notice of his intense stare. "... D'ja wanna feed him?" You asked Roger gently. 

 He froze up for a moment, pointing to himself in silent questioning. You nodded, and Roger's cheeks darkened a few shades. 

 "Come over. He won't bite," you teased, tilting your head in the direction of the empty cushion next to you, which Roger occupied not moments later. 

 He reached out to balance the bottle for Bobby now, and you let go of it. Roger grinned airily when he realized he was doing it. You smiled warmly at how proud Roger looked. 

 "Here," you reached one of your hands out to grab the wrist of his free hand. You pulled his arm over, and Roger watched you closely as you slowly put Bobby in his grasp. You adjusted his posture a little bit, putting a hand over your heart. 

 "You're both adorable," you sighed, rising to your feet and slipping into the kitchen for a moment. Roger looked down at Bobby, smiling a little as the baby stared at him with his big round eyes as he continued to suck the milk from his bottle. 

 "Auntie Y/n was right, wasn't she? You are very hungry," Roger let a chuckle pass his lips as he watched this kid in astonishment. He was so small. How could someone so small eat seemingly so much? 

 When you returned, Bobby was nearly done with his bottle. "What a good boy! You ate all your food! Good job!" Bobby smiled at your praise, and Roger's expression matched. 

 "I can take him now, if you'd like. I know he may be a little heavy, and your arm'll fall asleep at some point." Roger kept silent until Bobby was completely done the bottle, who'd pulled away from it entirely. 

 You scooped Bobby up and burped him, to which you responded "ooh, big burp," and you took this moment to eye the clock on the wall. 

 "Nine o'clock?! You still have a whole hour to be up, Honey Bear," you gasped, earning a happy squeal from the baby. "Maybe some Play Time would be good to tucker you out, huh?" 

 "Play Time?" Roger asked rather excitedly. You laughed at his enthuisasm, nodding at his question. 

 "Can I play with him?" 

 "Well what are you gonna play?" 

 "Peek-a-Boo, probably," he admitted lamely. You just shook your head with a smile, shifting to sit cross-legged and facing Roger. You set Bobby on your lap so he was also facing him. 

 Roger's smile widened so much he could barely keep his eyes open. He also sat cross-legged, facing you and Bobby. 

 He put Bobby's empty bottle on the coffee table, rubbing his hands together in an epic preparation to play the most intense game of Peek-a-Boo known to man... 

 He pressed his hands over his face, and you gasped playfully. "Bobby! Oh my goodness! Uncle Roger's Gone!" 

 "Peek-a-Boo!" Roger exclaimed as he parted his hands from his face, Bobby's eyes widening, as well as his toothless grin. He giggled, though it was short-lived, for when Roger put his hands over his face again, Bobby fell silent. That is, until-- 

 "Peek-a-Boo!" 

 The child's laughs were contagious. Your head was thrown back as you laughed uncontrollably at the high giggles, and Roger took this time to just drink in how you looked when you weren't paying any mind to your surroundings. 

 The more of this situation he let himself become aware of, the easier it was for him to imagine the both of you in a place like this in the future, near or far. He was finally understanding why John loved being home so much. 

 Roger wouldn't admit it then, but he would give anything to be able to come home from work to this: a baby, and you. 

 You tilted your head back down, and before you could catch Roger staring right through you, he hid himself behind his hands again. 

 Peek-a-Boo lasted a little bit longer, but you and Roger eventually brought Bobby upstairs after he'd nearly fallen asleep in your lap. 

How a baby could have fallen asleep during Peek-A-Boo, you didn’t know. 

You set him down in his cradle, and rocked it slowly as Bobby drifted off to bed. You couldn't believe how well-behaved and quiet Bobby was, but you were not complaining; No, Sir. 

 Roger watched the both of you from the dresser, thumbnail between his teeth like earlier. 

 When you were sure Bobby was asleep, you caressed his soft pale cheeks with the back of your index finger before standing and tiptoeing away from the cradle. Roger got the door for you, and the both of you watched through the crack in the door for a moment or two before closing it completely. 

 "What now?" Roger asked gently. You shrugged before whispering, "Anything you want, really. Think of this time as a break." Roger nodded slowly, but made no move to leave his spot in front of the door. 

 "What will you be doing?" He asked after a moment. "Probably preparing for bed. We only have about seven hours of sleep if we're lucky, but he'll probably need to be taken care of in the middle of the night." 

You pursed your lips in thought. "Let's just head to bed, Rog, get as much sleep as we can." He only responded with a nod. You followed him down the hall, but disbanded to your separate rooms. You were taking John and Veronica's room, while Roger was occupying the bed in the spare room. 

 You turned at the threshold of the door, as did Roger. You looked at him wordlessly, as did he to you. 

 "G'night, Roger," you yawned gently into your hand. 

 "G'night, Y/n," Roger whispered back as you both inched your doors shut. 

Roger leaned up against the door as soon as it closed, and he let out a deep breath. 

 You both had to be here for two days, and not even two hours in, Roger was fuelling this domestic fantasy of his rather than fulfilling it. 

 He enjoyed every single minute of this, but with each passing second, Roger became increasingly aware of how much time was running out for the both of you to achieve this dream. 

 It stung, because Roger wasn't even sure if you wanted this. Of course you'd shown distaste for having children at this age, but even looking passed that, would you really want the father of your kids to be Roger Meddows Taylor, of all people?

The Sex Symbol, Roger Taylor? The sarcastic prick, Roger Taylor? The fuck-friend, Roger Taylor? 

Roger's chest ached as he pushed himself off the door and towards his bed. 

 Of course you wouldn't. 

 You could do so much better. 

 You sat up abruptly when you heard it. 

 Crying. 

 You tossed the comforter off your body and threw your robe on, which was lying at the end of the bed. You opened your door, making your way to the nursery, silently hoping he hadn't been crying for too long. 

 You yawned weakly into your hand before opening the door. When you stepped into the nursery, you didn't expect Roger to be there, in the rocking chair in the corner of the room, Bobby in his arms as he fed him another bottle.... 

But there he was. 

 "Needed a changin', and then he was hungry," he explained quietly. You crossed your arms over your chest, observing how Roger held Bobby comfortably, and perfectly. 

 "Thought you didn't know how to take care of children, yet here you are changing and feeding him without my help." 

 "I never said I didn't know how to care for them, I said I was iffy with them," he corrected softly, never taking his eyes off the featherlight hairs on Bobby's head.

 You raised an eyebrow, though Roger was focused on the child in his arms. 

  You couldn't even feed him on his own earlier, and now you're the Nappy Master? Yeah. Alright. 

 "That's not what you told me on the lift earlier today," you argued lightly, hands on your hips. 

 Roger sighed, crossing one leg over the other as he rocked slowly in the chair. "Maybe I wanted you to help me, alright?" You offered a sad smile, and he accepted it as a gentle apology. 

 The corners of his lips twitched upward as his eyes fell back to Bobby. "'N fact, the more I spend with this little guy, the more I wish I had a kid." He looked up to you. 

"Crazy to think, huh? Once the King of One-Night Stands wanting a family," he spoke as if the concept were a funny joke; a paradox, even. 

 It was your turn to stare from the bookshelf on the other side of the nursery. 

 "... I know we have this arrangement and everything, and this was supposed to work out because neither of us wanted families of our own," you tensed at his words, but your shoulders fell when he said, "... and don't fret, I'm not gonna leave you." 

 "... But," you started for him. 

 "But," he paused. 

"... I'm starting to understand what I'll be missing out on. Just makes me sad, is all." You pushed off the bookshelf and took a seat on the floor in front of Roger, the bright moon casting almost an ethereal glow along the side of his pale, sleepy face. 

 "What would you cherish about it if you had a family, Rog?" 

 "The fact that I'm being loved for more than my body would be a start," he said. You felt your stomach drop at that. 

 "Rich coming from a guy like me, I know," he sighed. "The idea of settling down, having constants in my life.... I'm craving that. I know I'm young, and I'm not tied down in a committed relationship, and I should be cherishing this freedom but..." 

You tilted your head a little as he tried to piece together what he was about to say next. He swallowed, eyes falling to your face. 

 You looked so pretty... 

 "... What if I don't wanna be alone anymore, Y/n?"

 You hadn't expected that, but it did explain the constant one-night stands he had with groupies: He was in search of validation; and what better way than to take a girl to bed and love on her all night? 

 "I... I have so much love to give, and no one to give it to." His voice sounded weak, and he looked helplessly at Bobby, who was still suckling away at the milk in his bottle. 

 "... What if he was right...?" You frowned a little as Roger lifted his gaze to you again. 

 "Mr. Garrison. I mean, what if having children is just as rewarding as he says it is?" You hadn't noticed you'd been crying until you could taste your salty tears on your lips. You'd been reminded of your conversation with Bethany a few weeks prior, and now you were asking yourself all the same questions. 

 "We'd be missing out on a good life," you laughed upsettingly, rubbing your eyes dry with the sleeve of your robe. 

 Roger didn't say much after that. After Bobby finished eating, Roger burped him and put him back to bed. Like before, Bobby fell right to sleep. 

 Roger rose to his feet, and then helped you up gently by your elbows. You followed him out of the room, and closed the door behind you. 

 Roger slid his arm around your back and slowly walked you down to your room. You took a step through the door, and when you felt his arm fall from your body as he began mumbling his "goodnight"s, you immediately turned back and caught him by his wrist. 

 He didn't say anything, and you rushed through your head for something to say. 

"Stay," You said after another second of silence. 

 Roger's confused look melted into one of adoration, lips parted and eyebrows lifted. 

 "... Roger, I don't wanna be alone either." 

 And that did it.

 Without another word, Roger had stepped into the room with you, and he shut the door behind him. You untied your robe, and Roger watched from where he was standing as you let it drop to the floor.

 It's not like you were wearing nothing, but a long shirt and your underwear was pretty close to nothing. 

 He scooped you up in his arms silently, catching the light switch with his elbow as he slid the both of you into bed.

 You expected him to just roll back over, but when one of his palms fell to rest at your hip, head on top of yours, you couldn't help but hold your breath. 

 At this point you and Roger'd had a fair amount of sex, but being wrapped up in his arms like that; his thumbs dragging down your bare skin in lazy, invisible patterns... it was the most intimate thing you'd done with him ever.

 You only pushed yourself closer to Roger, and as you drifted off, basking in the warmth of his body heat, and drowning in the smell of his body wash, you heard him mumble, "you're not alone anymore, Doll."

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