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Baby It’s You - Part 3.

Pairing: Roger Taylor x reader, Brian May x reader

Summary: The year is 1981 and Roger Taylor is pretty sure he has made it. With the Game Tour stretching out before him and the band more successful than ever, he doesn’t think that anything can mess up the perfect picture that is his life. That is, until he receives a letter from an astrophysics PhD student studying abroad, and finds himself sucked into her world of secrets and mistaken identities. Roger Taylor is about to find out that his life is a lot more complicated than he ever thought.

Wordcount: 3507. 

Warnings: Okay so this one is Not Good. Look, I know, you know, we all know. Let’s give me a fucking break, okay? 

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You had been coming up the street, back to your apartment and the comfort of your bed, when the letter came. Leaving the library a little later than usual, you caught the evening post in front of you as you walked, the postman with his shiny bald head and neat uniform driving up beside you, stopping here and there to duck into buildings and empty out his bags. By the time you had got to your apartment block he was already in front of you, opening up the letter-boxes and sifting through his piles and piles of letters. One by one by one, the pile dwindling quickly until at last one went into your box, and then another minute and he was leaving, the front door banging shut behind him. Unlocking your box, you took out the letter, turned it over in your hand.

There was your name on the front, messily written in some strange handwriting that you did not recognise at all. The right apartment address, all the same. And then, in the very corner, the stamp of some hotel address, from where it had been sent. Dover. Why would you be getting a letter from an unknown sender in Dover? You locked up the letter-box and hurried up the stairs to your apartment. Opening the door, you found the apartment all but quiet. At eight thirty on a Friday night you really shouldn't have expected it to be, still you felt your heart sink at the crowds of people in the sitting room, draped all over the sofa and coffee table and spilling out into the kitchen and the bedrooms. You knew better than to try and go into your bedroom - you didn't want to know what you might walk into.

Turning on your heel, you backed out into the corridor, retraced your footsteps down the stairs and through the front door, out onto the street. The light was dimming quickly, the streetlamp on the corner turning on as the night drew in and the warm ebbed from the city that never slept. You were beginning to think you would not either. Under the streetlight there was a bus-stop which was really only a narrow bench and an awning, a poster of the bus-times plastered on the post of the streetlight. Sitting there, you took a deep breath and opened the envelope, closing your eyes and only opening them when you had unfolded the letter in your hands.

Dear (Y/N),

You read it all, and then read it through one more time when you were done, a little surprised and a little more amused. It seemed like a silly thing that you would do, and you might have laughed at yourself if you weren't outside, in public. That might be a bit weird, even by your measures. There was something about it that was so very strange, so very endearing. You felt all at once like you were doing something very secret and very wrong, a dirty secret or a love affair. You had never done this kind of thing before.

When you looked up from the page at last it was all but dark, the street deserted as the last of the students walking home from college had disappeared into the buildings along the way. There was a glow of lamplight from each window opened onto the street, the leaves of the trees painted an ethereal gold. All at once the night was beautiful, New York not so bad. All at once this little letter had made things so very complicated.

You knew this was the end of it. You had written, they had written back. No more to make of it, nothing else you had to say. You'd write to your boyfriend tonight, tell him what a foolish thing you'd done by mistake. By tomorrow morning you'd have forgotten about all of this entirely. Still there was that part of you that buzzed with questions they had left unanswered in one letter that was nowhere near enough. You could not be satisfied, and deep down you knew that this was never going to be only one letter.

Rubbing your tired eyes and standing from your bench, you walked a little way down the street, over to the park a few blocks over that you had coffee in sometimes. You needed to clear your head, you needed to come to your senses. Your head was filling up with thoughts you had never seen coming, never thought you'd have to deal with before, and the truth was you did not have the space. You needed your head for thought of space, for thoughts of astrophysics and houses and rent and employment and affording a plane ticket back to London in four months; not for random letters from strangers in Dover who asked you about your day more than anyone else had this past eight months. After all, it was just a letter. So why did this feel like something so much more?

You looked again at the letter in your hand, the words growing bigger and bigger in your mind until they wrapped around your throat, the insidious promise of something that no one knew that you. The adventure that you had dreamed of when you took girls to the observatory and looked above the line of their lips to the stars that flickered on the ceiling. Oh these letters, oh this person, who was the stars to you with every word they had written. You cursed the words they had not said.

Their questions in their letter - how could you just not answer. How cruel it must be to leave them so unsatisfied. Would that they cared enough to be unsatisfied for you. From the pond in the park, the pigeons rose up into the sky. You would write when you got home.

And then the chill of the night breeze, running its fingertips up your spine, whispering into your skin. The sting of reality creeping back in, and the letter felt heavy in your hand. Was it even any of your business? It had all been some bizarre mistake, all your own fault, and you had dealt with it. You promised yourself that you would have nothing to say, not when each night you passed the hall phone, knew you could not call Ben, your Ben, when there was not a thing that you could say. He always seemed so far away. The pigeons settled back onto the grass, the sound of wings beating the air fading away into the low hum of New York nights. There was a couple on the bench by the waterside; as you passed, you saw their hands together. It had been so long since anyone had held your hand. It had been so long since anyone had asked you about your day.

You wanted to reply. You wanted to know more. You wanted to talk to them again. You wanted to ask the, all those things that they had left unanswered in their letter, because they probably thought that you would leave it there. Strangers who had once had something that for a moment might have tied them together but made no sense anymore. And all the world could know that you should leave it all that way.

Don't reply, don't keep secrets. But:-

Don't you deserve to have this, just this once? One person, one secret. It wasn't like the world would end. It wasn't like you were cheating on anyone. The only person getting hurt was you.

You sank to your knees by the water's edge, took from your pocket the fountain pen and began to write. Writing on the back of their letter, sloppy but you were smiling. You wondered what they must think of you.

Dear Anon. ,

Won't you tell me your name at least? I feel I know so little about you, the poor stranger who now knows all my woes because they had the misfortune of being at the receiving end of my sheer idiocy. That being said, I think I have to agree. I should hate to leave it here too.

And there it was - the final seal. No turning back now. The only way to go was onwards, to do the things you should never do. What would Ben think of you now.

As for that "exciting life" of mine, I can very much assure you that that is entirely untrue. Astrophysics is lovely, but it's not exactly the kind of thing that keeps one going the way that music does. I think if I could do anything at all with my life, I would become a musician. At least that way I could get out of bloody university. Must be nice, all that stuff. I wonder...

Don't do a PhD, it's a lie. Doesn't teach you anything but how to hate something that you thought you could do forever. I love the stars, I love the theories, I love the things I'm learning, I just... I hate having to learn it all. You know what I mean? I should rather hope you didn't die of boredom. It might make our letters a little more strained, I should think. Thank you very much for your delightful vote of confidence in me, telling me that I'm "complaining". I can't quite tell whether to feel insulted or called out! Either way, I shall in turn rely  upon you for my glimpse of reality and whatever it is you do. There. I need you and you say that you need me. I think we have a (strange) arrangement. Still, it occurs to me yet again how unfair it is that you know so much of me, and I nothing at all about you.

Tell me who you are; or if not that, what you do. What keeps you up at night. What do you dream of? What dark secrets have you never told another soul that you must now tell to me, because it is not very likely that we shall meet randomly in the street. I want to know so much about you.

You really must not worry about me, my love. I shall sleep plenty when I am back on my home soil and out of this damn university. Even right now my roommates are holding another party. I know I really shouldn't blame them - it's Friday night, I get it, and I'm glad that they're having their fun, it's just not my scene. I don't know, I've just always been the sort of person to prefer the quiet evenings to the ones with so many other people around. I fear you'll never have met a person as horrifically introverted as me.

I hope you do not blame me for this, but I really must agree with your friend. You say that Ben is right about me, but your friend is not wrong about you either! We may both be hypocrites together, for it seems that you will not rest until I get some sleep, and I will not sleep until you get some rest. Checkmate, dear. I know for a fact that I should not listen to you, a stranger in Dover writing me one letter when a mistake of mine has inconvenienced him, still I think you know I always will. Your advice may be terrible indeed, still it cannot be any worse than my own.

Get some sleep. Take care of yourself. (My wonderful words of wisdom).

Are you away from home a lot? I should hate that. You are free to call me a terribly boring creature of habit (for that is exactly what I am), still I cannot bear to be away from my home; my cats; my bookcase. I won't lie, the books are most of it. I am a bit of a nerd. I must make myself content with all the stories you must have. All the wonderful places you have been; the people you have seen. I want to know everything about it. You must have the most incredible of lives.

New York is getting better now that I am learning to see it the way you do. The diners, the people, definitely the accent. I am particularly fond of the accent. I shouldn't laugh at my roommates, but that doesn't mean that I don't. It's just so very endearing! I wonder what is the sound of your voice. I love to read your words. I think I should love to hear you say them even more. Then at least it will not feel as though we are on opposite sides of the Earth.

I am afraid to say that tonight I cannot hear our beloved pigeon orgy while I am writing to you - as I have mentioned, I have been quite driven out of our apartment by the party that's positively raging there by now. You must not laugh at me when I tell you that I am writing to you from the park on the corner. I like to sit by the lake when I am thinking, and I suppose this means you make me thoughtful. I shall let you wonder whether I am thinking of you, my dear Anon, but then again you know I am. For now at least, you have quite fixed yourself into my brain. I could not not think of your letter if I tried.

I am sure that my pigeons are quite content, getting more action than I do. Not that I envy them. I mean, I envy them a little, but not... nevermind. Romance is quite definitely dead, I hate to say. At least, that is what I have found. Not that you should set much store by the pessimistic ramblings of a girl you shall never have the misfortune to meet. Still, love is not a luxury given to the lowly and working-class of us. We must reserve that right for the rich and the famous. The politicians and the rock-stars.

If I were larger than I am - smarter or prettier or simply somewhat interesting - I think that I could fall in love eternally. I think that I would love at first and every sight. I think that I could be the most hopeless of romantics that you would ever have known. I am only now wondering if that is a good thing, or something very bad.

You live on music - strangely that makes sense. You and I are just the same that way. "Your soul is made of music"... however can you say that you are not a poet or a writer or a philosopher or a god, and then say such things, so beautiful, that I think you write like no one ever will. Your soul may be made of music, but in your hands your soul bleeds through.

I wish that I could go along the concert of that band, but I do not have the strength to face the crowds they say will be there (or the money to spare for a ticket, but that doesn't sound half so impressive to say). But... I have listened to their music, the way everyone seems to want me to so much. I like them. Kind of. I do adore the singer, I mean. The guitarist seems a little over-confident, I have to say. Definitely a fan of the bassist (I do have a thing for good bassists). And the drummer... Oh, the drummer. I think he's quite fantastic. I've never really noticed the drums in a song before. I suppose we should just hope that this poor man never finds out that I think he's grand (I think he might find that a little bit weird)! I suppose it is this hopeless anxiousness of mine that's keeping me from going, nothing more, although I don't think they mind too much. It's not like they're ever going to know. I hope.

Ah, Lennon and McCartney. Unfortunately not two of the Beatles (that would indeed be intriguing of me, and would make my life a great deal more exciting, I should think), but my cats. If I had half the Beatles living in my apartment I'm sure you should be the first person I would tell, my dear stranger. There: another secret, and I do not even know your name. I feel as though I am at quite the disadvantage here.

How can you not have seen the Princess Bride? It is my absolute favourite - I always used to watch it with my father when I was little. "Sappy romance films"? It's a classic! True Love may be a myth, but it's the best thing to come of our miserable little lives. We can at least dream, or else we are but pointless. And don't tell me no one has ever made you feel this way! (I take it from your misplaced derision of 9-year-old girls that you are a man, which actually makes a lot of sense now). Romance is not made up, just hard to find. I'm sure someday you shall write to me and apologise, because then you'll have to admit how wrong you are about this. Someday.

God, don't remind me about the wedding. I can't stand the thought of it as it is. All those godawful dresses and the sitting around for the ceremony and everyone crying and old people I've never met before asking me when I'm going to get married too. I think I'm going to kill someone if they ask me when "my turn" is. I think you're meant to say Well Done with whatever, and Best Of Luck for whatever else. And then inevitably drink too much, hook up with someone questionable (which I can't even do because, as you have found out, I have my wonderful boyfriend there - sarcasm) and generally regret the whole affair. I am sure I shall be very much wanting of your enthusiasm. And whatever else you may give to me.

You mention your 'line of work' so much that I cannot help but speculate (I hope you will forgive me)... You travel much, are generally single, love music... an artist or a musician or an actor. Someone famous, someone very beautiful I am sure. Won't you tell me who you are?

Take comfort at least in the promise that you can never be 'forever alone' when I am likely to plague you with letters for as long as you respond. Although perhaps that is not the most comforting of thoughts.

Reply soon, or as soon 'as you wish',

(Y/N) x.

Your knees ached when you stood at last, your trouser-legs damp and grass-stained from the ground where you had knelt. There was a coldness in the park that you had not noticed before, and you pulled your coat closer around you to keep from shivering. The couples on the benches were drifting away, one by one, and you would soon be alone again. You signed the letter with your name and a little kiss that was nearly two, but two might have been too friendly and none might have been too aloof, at the bottom of the page where your words were cramped in a tight black tangle so as to make them all fit. You could have told him everything, if you had had the room. Slipping the note back into its envelope and folding it closed, you crossed out your address on the front and wrote the hotel's address again. You could only hope that it would get to him. You could only hope that he would read your words at all.

The postbox at the entrance to the park seemed further away than every day before, and the letter was heavy in your hand. You knew you shouldn't post it; you wanted to more than ever. In that moment all you could think about was everything, and everything was him. You dropped the letter into the letterbox and hurried away. No going back now; it was done.

At the apartment, the party was raging. More people than before were crowded in the living room, where your notes spilled over the coffee table around the champagne glasses and beer bottles. Tomorrow you would search for them, gather them up, resume the tedious life that you had left behind for that sweet hour or so alone with him. Tomorrow you would reenter the world, resume humanity, become an adult. Call your boyfriend.

Right now you pushed through the people, to the bedroom door down the hall where they would be already. People on your bed, kissing with the lights off. You turned them on, sent them out and locked the door. Tonight was for you, and tonight was for the boy who was half a world away. On the table by your bedside, a champagne bottle was opened, left behind; you took a long swallow, your hands around the neck, and let the night begin.

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Crazy Little Game of Love, Chapter 2

A/n: Thanks for reading! Send me some asks about the story, or who you want y/n to end up with! There will be an aesthetic board for this chapter in the next couple days to feature all the amazing clothing pieces in this chapter! As usual, lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist, this can also be Borhap!Queen x reader, and sorry for any typos :)

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Freddie made you be yourself. Your first year of school was a whirlwind of crazy new adventures that he forced you to take, but you wouldn’t change any of it for the world. Of course there was some rule breaking, but as Freddie says, “Following all of societies rules makes life dreadfully boring.” In the beginning, he slept on your couch a lot because not only would the two of you be up until the early hours of the morning studying, gossiping, joking, or doing just about anything with each other, but also Freddie’s roommate was absolutely dreadful. He commonly picked on him for being Indian and was downright awful to him, so about 3 months into your amazing friendship he was practically living in your room anyways, so the two of you bought a pull out couch and set your room up as a dual dorm. Closet space became a serious problem, since you each had a lot of clothes, so you both resulted to keeping your clothes that weren’t in season in tubs, keeping pants folded in tubs, and splitting the closet down the middle. For the coming school year, Freddie just lied that he’d be living off campus, and instead stayed in your room again. You made him a copy of all the keys he’d need to get in, and although you were nervous about getting caught, Freddie assured you wouldn’t, and you ended up just being happy you’d have someone to live with. 

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You hadn’t spoken to your parents in quite some time. When Christmas came, you called them two weeks before and explained your situation, and to say the least, they were absolutely furious. They demanded you come home instantly and even tried calling the school, but as you said to John all those months ago, there was nothing they could do. You were a legal adult who was entirely paying for her own college. Freddie said they were trying to push some “tough love” on you when they told you that you wouldn’t be seeing them on Christmas or any breaks unless you came home, thinking that would break you, but instead you put on a strong façade and told your mother that if that was how she was going to treat her daughter, than you wanted nothing to do with them and hung up, immediately flinging into Freddie’s arms and crying hysterically. In that moment, Fred scooped you up and carried you to your shared room and held you in his lap as you cried until you fell asleep that night. He’d never seen you so depressed. You barely spoke to him and didn’t leave the room for a week. One day, when Freddie came home from his class, he walked in to find you laying on your side facing the wall, unsure if you were asleep, so he decided to tell you the good news anyways. 

“Hello darling. I know you haven’t wanted to talk, and that’s perfectly fine, but I just hope you’re as okay as you can be. I think about you all day. I’m dreadfully worried about you. Well, I’m not sure if you noticed, but I left quite early this morning and instead went to see my mum and dad. I told them about what happened and they feel awful. Even though we’re from India, ever since we came here we’ve always celebrated Christmas to be more a part of British culture. They said no one should be alone on Christmas, and you’re more than welcome to come stay with us? Mum and I went out shopping, and we already have presents for you, love. All you have to do is say you’ll come with me.” You’d never heard Freddie speak so quietly and sad, and didn’t move a muscle for a couple minutes. Freddie thought he was speaking to a wall until he saw the small shake of your shoulders as you croaked out, 

“Really?” You rolled over to see your friend with a big smile on his face. 

“Well of course, darling! You’re like the twin I never had; you’re my better half and I love you with all my heart. Anywhere I go, you’re always welcome to accompany me.”

Freddie didn’t need a verbal confirmation that you’d be joining him. Instead, you stepped out of your bed for the first time in days, ran over to him and engulfed him in a massive hug, quietly sobbing into his shoulder as you whispered, “Thank you” over and over again. 

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Freddie’s family became your own, and you felt as if they were the parents you never had. They loved to hear the two of you play your instruments together in their family room, and felt as though you really had a special connection. One night after Christmas you and Freddie decided to go out to see a band play at a local college club, and before you stepped out of the door in your favorite clubbing disco dress with a thin, yet cute coat over it, Bomi, Freddie’s dad stopped you both. 

“Hold on. No daughter of mine is going out in this weather without a proper coat.” He smiled. 

“Daughter?” You replied, unable to control the smile growing on your face. 

“Daughter. Now here dear, you can borrow mums fur coat. Don’t lose it!” He said with a finger in your face. 

“I won’t, not in a million years. Thanks Mr. Bulsara.”

“You can call me dad, y/n, if you want to. We don’t mind. Everyone deserves to have supportive parents, and we’d love to fill that gap.”

You immediately teared up from your happiness at the situation you were in. You finally had a home. “Thank you, dad.” You enveloped him in a tight hug, and after a little while he patted your back and said,

“Now go have fun! But not too much fun! Don’t let anything happen to her Farrokh!” He called after you as he pushed you out the door. 

You both turned to see him at the door and blew him a kiss simultaneously as you walked hand in hand to the car. 

“I’m mad at you, y/n.” Freddie pouted. 

“What could I have possibly done now?” You laughed, exasperated of his daily dramatics. 

“Dad let you borrow mum's fur coat. I never get to borrow mum’s fur coat!” He sighed flamboyantly. 

“Oh, hush. Poor Farrokh.” You dragged, eager to mock him. 

“If you keep calling me that, I’ll actually be mad!”

“But it’s so cute!”

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You arrived at the club, and noticed all of the posters for the band strategically placed around the room. The band was called Smile, and Freddie said he’d been following them for quite some time now. 

“So, you think they’re good then, Fred?”

“Well, they have great potential.” He strategically replied. 

“So, they’re only half good?” You sighed. 

“Just wait and see, I can’t explain it.” Freddie quickly brushed the subject away. “Come on love! We’ve got 25 minutes before they come on. Let’s dance!” And just as quickly as he brushed away the subject, he’d grabbed your hand and whisked you off to the front of the dance floor. 

You recognized the song immediately: Le Freak, by Chic. “Seriously Fred?! Front of the floor where everyone can see us?!” You screamed over the loud music, laughing as Freddie spinned you. 

“Of course darling! You’re a marvelous dancer. Show it and have fun!”

Freddie was right; you were an excellent dancer. You naturally had great rhythm from playing violin for so long, and your dancing to disco was the perfect mix between popular disco dancing and more sultry, sexier moves. Next, Brick House by the Commodores came on, and the crowd cheered, and so did you and Fred. The two of you had come up with some sort of routine to this in your dorm when you were bored. “Freddie! Did you put this on?” You squealed.

“Maybe. Maybe not. Now show everyone our marvelous routine. Since we’re not the act, we must put on our own show!” He declared. 

You started your choreography, immediately getting nervous, because this dance you’d made up required a lot of hip movement, and you were kind of embarrassed to do it in public. When you got to the place where you were standing right in front of Freddie for the chorus, he whispered in your ear, “Let loose darling, just pretend we’re back home.” 

And that was all you needed to let loose and really get into the moment. Freddie carefully pulled his mother’s coat from your shoulders and threw it on the edge of the stage in front of you. Little did you know, there were two pairs of eyes watching you intently. 

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“Brian! Brian hurry! You’ve got to see this girl dancing!” Roger yelled back to the small room they were using a dressing room. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming! She can’t be anyone I haven’t seen before, Rog, we hardly ever get new audience members.” Brian said as he walked to the curtain his friend was peering behind. “I’m sure she’s pretty, but she can’t be that p-” and for the first time in his life, Brian had set eyes on the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. “Holy shit.” 

“I told you!!” Roger smirked, and continued gawking at you. 

“She’s gorgeous.” Brian stated, still in awe of the dancing he was witnessing. 

“She’s a goddess.” Roger replied in the same tone. 

“How the hell does she move her hips like that mate?” 

“I don’t know Bri, but I’d like to find out. Say, that bloke she’s with, he’s a regular of ours, right?”

Roger asked. 

“Yup. Lucky Bastard.” Brian said as they watched you press your back up against Freddie. 

The song ended, much to Brian and Roger’s demise, and with an angelic smile on your face you grabbed mum’s fur coat and draped it over your shoulders. 

“She wears fur coats too? I don’t even know her name and she’s gonna be the bloody death of me Brian. Bloody hell.” Roger sighed. 

“Guys! We’re going on in 10! Get back here!” Tim yelled to his band mates, and much to their disappointment, Brian and Roger returned to the dressing room. 

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As the band prepared to go on, Freddie grabbed you a water to cool down, and you noticed the blonde drummer. Not bad looking, not in the slightest bit. The guitarist was cute too, but once they started playing, you broke from your trance and could see why Fred wouldn’t give you his honest opinion. When he returned, you said, “I see what you mean Fred. They all have potential, but just don’t work great together. The drummer and guitarist are doing pretty okay though.” 

“And that’s why I’m going to be their new singer.” Freddie said nonchalantly. 

You almost spit out your water. “What? How?” 

“Oh I don’t know yet, darling. But I always get my way.” Freddie watched them intently until the end of their show, and you left soon after. You weren’t crazy about Smile, so you hardly ever went to their performances with Freddie. But hey, at least it’s members were cute. 

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About One year later, October 1970:

It was the next school year, your sophomore year and Freddie’s senior year, and Freddie was still living in your dorm. The two of you couldn’t have been happier to do everything with each other. You were truly the definition of best friends. 

“Y/n hurry up! You look fine, darling! Your dress looks great, you look great, your hair is fine, now let’s go!” Freddie sassed, hands on his hips while he absentmindedly paced around the room. 

“Oh would you look at that? The Queen of making me fashionably late to everything is sassing me for making him late! Oh how the tables have turned.” You smirked, turning back to the mirror to complete your makeup. You could see his face in the background of the mirror. He was evidently pissed off, yet also laughing at your quirks at the same time. 

“I’m glad someone finally noticed I’m the queen around here.” He quickly snapped back as your tried to hold in your laughter. You’d just finished your eye shadow and went to grab your eyeliner, when Freddie quickly snatched it out of your hand. 

“What the hell was that for!” You fumed, face turning red.

“Oh hush darling, we both know you’re dreadful at doing eyeliner. Now close your eyes so we can get out of here.” You obeyed his command and closed your eyes, and Freddie quickly gave you the perfect eyeliner. 

As you admired his work while you put on mascara, you quietly muttered, “I really don’t know how you do it. My hands always shake. Takes me-“

“Ten tries to do your eyeliner! We know! Now let’s go, y/n!” Freddie grabbed your hand and yanked you out the door just as you finished your last stroke of mascara and grabbed mum’s coat, leaving you laughing like a mad man at your friends’ impulsiveness. 

“Freddie Mercury! You’ll be the death of me!” you screeched. Freddie had just legally changed his last name to Mercury right as the new, still untitled band had formed, not wanting his mates to know him as anything else. Since Freddie’s parents let you bring Jer’s coat back to school, you and Freddie shared it frequently. Although more often than not you fought over who would wear it, since you went everywhere together. 

The two of you walked close side by side down the busy London streets toward Imperial College where Freddie’s new band mates, Brian and Roger, go to school and had secured the four of them a large practice space in the music building. The trees were filled with leaves around you, and it was a rare, yet beautifully sunny day in London. You were just happy to spend it with your best friend. 

“Say, Fred. Brian and Roger. Are they the same blokes of the same name from that awful band you took me to in December?” You quipped, knowing your choice of words would irritate him. 

“For the millionth time, the band wasn’t bad, they just weren’t right. I told you all they needed was me, and they got me.” Freddie proudly stated, puffing his chest out as he walked. His confidence overwhelmed you at times. Not in a bad way. Just… interesting, to say the least. 

“And, how are they? Do you like them?” You interrogated. You and Fred had both come quite protective of one another, so naturally, you had to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt. 

“I love them. We’ve become good friends. We held auditions for a bassist, found a guy named John. He fit with our style the best. I want to get to know him more. He’s quite talented, just awfully quiet. But we’ll be friends soon; I’m not worried about it. I’m quite easy to become friends with. Some girl I’m close with told me so.” he winked, and started fast walking ahead of you. 

“Hey, wait up!” You said as you jogged to him. Once you reached him, you took his hand in yours, not romantically in any way, but just as close friends do when discussing something serious. “Is that so, that some girl told you that you were easy to become friends with? Quite a compliment huh?” 

“Oh, one of the very best compliments I’ve ever gotten, darling. I’m quite close with her actually. She’s rather great.”  He smugly said as the two of you continued your little game. 

“Is she now? What’s she like? You still friends with her?” You laughed. 

“Oh yes. And of course we’re still friends! I’d never let someone like her slip away! Not in a million years. I’d even say she’s the best friend I’ve ever had. No one could ever take her place. She’s sweet, kind, caring, hilarious; the list goes on and on, darling.”

The two of you just smiled at each other after that.  Sometimes, no words had to be said. A look said one thousand words. “You’re my eternal best friend too.” 

“I like that! Eternal best friends. What a title! You’re a genius. This is exactly why we’re friends darling, we think so alike.” Once again the two of you had nothing to say.

 A couple minutes later you said. “Love ya Fred.” 

And he looked down at you with a smile and said “Love ya too.”  

As the two of you entered the college and followed the hand drawn map one of Freddie's friends must have drawn for him, you remembered about the new bassist Freddie was speaking of. John. John the bassist. Could it be? Could it actually be your friend John Deacon from High School? Though you knew it was silly of you to assume it was your childhood friend, for John was just about the most common name of the century, and you were sure multiple John’s played the bass, a little part of you wanted it to be your friend. You wanted to make things right. 

“Hey Fred, that bassist you mentioned. You know his last name?” 

“Why?”

“Oh just wondering is all. Might know him.” You tried not to let on you were thinking about your childhood friend John. Anytime you brought him up to Freddie, you always ended up crying and he’d end up worrying about you, so you figured at this point it was better to just say nothing. 

“I mean I do, and I don’t. I’ve heard it before, I just forgot it.” He quickly spat out, opening the door to the music building for you both. 

You walked in silence, encompassed by your thoughts until Freddie opened another door into a large rehearsal space. Freddie said hello to his mates, tapped your arm to say he’d be leaving you, and went to warm up on the piano in the corner. You took off your coat and placed it on the large chair to the right of the door. The other three members were there faced away from you tending to their instruments. You immediately recognized Roger, the blonde from that band Smile. His hair could make him stand out miles away. You then noticed the other, dark, curly haired man picking up a guitar, whom you also recognized from the band, and assumed he was Brian. That left the newly appointed bassist who was still facing away from you. He nearly took your breath away. From behind, he looked just like your John. Was it possible? His long, wavy, light brown hair stopped just below his shoulders, and you watched him intently. 

“Darling,” Freddie called to you, “This is Roger, that’s Brian, and over there is John. Everyone, this is y/n.” 

At the mention of your name, the bassist whipped his head around to look at you. It was him. It was John Deacon. John Deacon, your friend all throughout grade school. Your friend that you ditched, and then felt bad about it for the entire year following your mistake. 

“Lovely?” He asked face full of surprise and happiness. 

“Deaky?” You replied back, just as surprised and happy as your old friend. 

You ran to him and jumped into his arms, and he tightly held you as he picked you up and spun you around. 

“You’re here?! What are you doing here love! It's been a year! You look amazing! How’s school and-” John was speaking a mile a minute. He probably had millions of questions for you, though that was understandable considering the way you left things. His arms were still around you as you two stood pressed against each other. 

You cut him off, laughing. “John, John! I can only answer so many questions love! Why of course I’m here! I met Freddie at school! He’s been my saving grace over the last year. You look wonderful too! School’s just fine. You know, school.” You laughed, nervously. Hoping to avoid the topic of your parents. Your parents. You’d just realized you hadn’t spoken to them or seen them in over a year. What a dreadful thought. 

Brian and Roger only saw you from behind as you and John stood intertwined. Roger sat on his bass drum, dumbfounded at the interaction happening in front of him, while Brian started to put two and two together, realizing you were the girl he entitled “the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen” in December. 

You turned around to say hello to Brian and Roger and formally introduce yourself, but as you turned around Brian loudly gasped, confusing you. Brian nudged Roger as he still sat there clueless, just happy to see a pretty girl in front of him. “What was that for, mate?” Roger whined as Brian quickly flashed his eyes between you, Freddie, and your fur coat. You saw a lightbulb go off in Rogers’ brain as he remarked, “Oh. My. God.” and shook Brian’s arm with a huge smile. 

You stood in front of John, completely confused at the situation unfurling in front of you. Both men quickly stood up and rushed toward you. 

“Hi, I’m Roger. Roger Taylor.”

“Hello love, I’m Brian.”

They said simultaneously, Roger with a cocky smirk and Brian with an endearing smile. Then, both realizing they spoke at the same time, quickly turned their heads at each other, flashed a look of disbelief and anger, and started quietly bickering. You found their actions quite adorable, and let out an airy laugh which immediately stopped their feud, making them look at you intently. 

“Hi dears,” you said, still chuckling, “I’m y/n. Pleasure to finally meet you! I came to one of your Smile concerts with Freddie.” you smiled. 

To your amuse, both men stuttered, unable to form a sentence. John looked on, trying to piece together what was happening, yet also getting jealous at his two new band mates for flirting with you. Though he hadn’t seen you in a year, and planned to ask you out two August’s ago, he still hadn’t gotten over you. Now that you were back in his life, he was going to make sure you stayed. 

“Oh I know. Couldn’t forget you love.” Roger finally managed to say, while Brian stuttered, 

“Y-you’re absolutely gorgeous.” And immediately hitting himself in the head. 

You laughed again, “Well thank you both! Especially you Brian.” You placed a hand on his chest as you walked toward the other side of the room toward Freddie who was sitting on the piano bench, laughing hysterically at the situation in front of him. As soon as you got close to him, he grabbed your arm and yanked you down next to him. 

“You know John?!” He whisper screamed. 

“Freddie! That’s John.” You responded back in the same tone. The three boys watched your whisper-argument with curiosity. 

“Well I know that darling! But how do you know him!” 

“Fred. It’s. J o h n. John my best friend who’s heart I broke right before I came to college!” 

Freddie let out a loud gasp and covered his mouth, leaving you two laughing hysterically for a moment, and then you turned back to your important discussion. 

“And your friends, Brian and Roger, are completely gawking over me!” 

“Oh I know darling! It’s quite hilarious! John likes you too, you know. I can tell by the way he looks at you” Freddie whispered, nudging your shoulder. 

“Oh hush, he does not!”

“So does, darling. This is going to be quite interesting.” He smirked. 

Brian cleared his throat, catching yours and Freddie’s attention. “So, um, how exactly do you two know each other?”

“Oh!” you perkily responded. “We live together!” You said, grabbing Fred’s hand and smiling at him. 

“Fuck.” Roger muttered under his breath, yet audible enough for the room to hear. 

“Oh! No! It’s not like that!” You said, letting go of Freddie’s hand, both of you laughing. 

“No darlings, not like that at all.” Freddie added. 

“Freddie’s my best friend. He helped me through some really rough patches, and I him, so he ended up moving into my dorm, and now we’re entirely inseparable.” You assured. 

“That used to be me.” John said, sadly. 

“Oh Deaky,” You said, walking to his side. “We’ll get there again, I promise.” 

“Yes dear, very well. Say you also need to talk to him and explain things soon!” Freddie chipped in. 

“Freddie!” You said, turning to him. Eyes wide and fuming with an, ‘are you kidding me?’ Look. 

“Hold on love, hold on.” Roger interjected. “Deaky? You call him Deaky?” Roger smiled. 

The other three members laughed at your nickname, and Freddie shouted “We’re so taking that! What an amazing nickname! I’m so glad I dragged you with me today! This is like watching a sit-com from over here in my nice cozy piano corner.” Brian, Roger, and Freddie were still in a bout of hysterics when John interjected,

“Well, I always found it quite endearing.”  He said, quiet as a mouse. His body language said he was dreadfully nervous. Was it from the situation, or from you?

The other three stopped instantly. “What do you mean, always John?” Brian asked. 

“Well y/n’s always called me Deaky, and I always called her Lovely. You know why? Remember that song, Isn’t She Lovely? Well, the description in that song is just her.” John smiled at you. “She’s an amazing violinist, that’s actually what she’s going to school for, right?” John asked you. 

“Yes! Oh I couldn’t change my major for the world. Violin performance. I hope to be in a symphony or something one day. It’s truly my passion.” You explained to Brian and Roger. 

“And if I may interject,” Freddie began.

“Well you’re going to anyways, so get on with it.” You said sarcastically, earning a laugh from your admirers. 

“Man, cats and dogs you two, eh?” Roger said. 

“Yes darling but I’m the cat.” Freddie proclaimed, sitting up as straight as possible, extremely proud of his friends analogy, and clinging to it as some sort of defense from the earful he was sure to get when the two of you got home. 

“Get on with it Fred!” You said, clearly annoyed. 

“Oh! Right! Well, Roger, you were saying it annoys you when Brian plays his guitar in your apartment sometimes, and Brian, I’m almost positive you said the same about Roger and his drums. But with y/n? It’s not like that one bit. I’ve never heard anyone play like that. It’s mesmerizing. Absolutely angelic. Sometimes I ask her to play just so I can fall asleep. She’s really a true talent.” His compliments cleared away your annoyance, and filled your heart with smiles. Though he got on your nerves, Freddie truly was the angel in your life. 

“Well, I’d love to hear you play one time, y/n. That is, only if you’re up to it.” Brian said, and you nodded in approval of his proposal. “But say, John, you never did really get into how you two knew each other?”

“Y/n and I went to primary school all the way through high school together. We lived quite close together too, always were good friends.” You noticed his emphasis on the word were, and it made your stomach drop. His tone then turned more pushy. It showed how hurt he was. “We grew up in the small, cute town of Leicester. I love it. Though I guess it’s not big enough for some.” John said, glaring your way. 

“John, please stop.” You whispered, only loud enough for him to hear as a tear fell down your face. 

He ignored your request. “Well, we were the closest of friends, until our last day. Was actually my birthday, in fact, and her last day before college too. And well, let’s just say out of respect we haven’t seen each other, talked to each other, or written to each other since.” He said angrily, pushing his point through each sentence. He was trying to prove how hurt he was. 

At this point you were completely silently crying, yet the tears fell down your face profusely. Freddie stood protectively, and slowly walked toward the four of you, but was unsure of how to handle the situation. “John please. You know it’s not like that.” You said, voice full of disbelief at the things he was saying to you, and crossing your arms for some sort of protection. But he wasn’t done. 

“I visit Leicester frequently. Love to see everyone I grew up with. Say y/n, how are your parents? They doing alright? Handling everything swell? Where’d you go for your annual summer trip.” John smiled, knowing he got his message through to you, and probably everyone in the room, yet everyone saw through him to how hurt he really was. Although, his last four questions were your breaking point. 

You threw him a look of disbelief and hurt, and you saw his smirk fade and eyes soften, yet wide in realization of what he just said. You stared at him for a moment more, let out a breath of disgust and turned, storming for your coat to flee out the door. You saw Freddie instantly step to follow you. “Don’t follow me right now, Freddie.” You warned. 

As you reached your coat, Freddie put his hand on your shoulder. Which you immediately brushed off. “Fred, leave me alone.” You spat out through your tears, which were flowing uncontrollably. You put on your jacket, and stormed to the door. Yet Freddie, being the devoted eternal best friend he was, followed quickly in your footsteps and reached to open the door for you, which made you absolutely livid. 

“Farrokh Bulsara! Stop! Leave me alone! I don’t want to see you right now!” You screamed through your tears, which left Freddie motionless as you turned around and slammed the door in his face. 

Freddie turned back toward the boys, and saw John sitting in the window crying. Though he was furious with him, he understood why he did what he did. He was extremely hurt by the actions you pulled months prior, and had probably spoken to your parents in one of his visits home, and could see how they were hurting too. Brian and Roger just sat there clueless, yet Roger had a fire in his eye that gave Freddie the impression he was going to punch John. He broke the silence. 

“I know all about this situation. Heard about it more than I’d like to admit, but I want you two to know that our Johnny boy is not at fault here. We’re his actions wrong? Yes. Darling, you were a little harsh, but considering the situation, she had it coming. I just don’t think she realized how hurt you are, and when it all came out she perceived it as hatred. It was too much for her to handle all at once. This is why I said you two need to talk.” Freddie said, his last sentence filled with anger. 

“Right now though John, I’d appreciate it if you’d come sit here across from me. I need to fill you in.” Freddie's protectiveness was coming out. John humbly got up from his recluse location and slowly meandered to the seat he was instructed to sit in. 

“Darlings?” he addressed Brian and Roger. “Could one of you go find her?” His eyes pleaded how worried he was, and Brian pulled Roger to the side.  

“Rog, I’ll go find her, but you’ve gotta stay here.” He warned. 

“Why do you get to go after the pretty girl Brian. Not fair to me, ya know. I haven’t had a girl in weeks!” 

“And I haven’t had one for months! But this is beside the point right now Rog. If they get in a fight, you can break it up better than I can. And one of us should stay so that way we can judge John’s character and see if it’s actually not his fault, as Freddie says. I vote you to stay back.”

Roger paused for a moment, taking in what Brian said. “Alright fine.” He resigned. 

“But pay attention. I’d like to know the situation at hand.” He said, putting on his coat and walking out the door. 

Roger walked back over to the two seated men, and leaned on the wall in between them. “Brian went to get ‘er. She’ll be alright Fred.” 

“Alright then let’s get started. I already know the whole situation, so tell me how you’ve been feeling, Deacon, and then I’ll fill you in on y/n’s point of view.” He said, with a renewed tone of voice in his normal, calming tone. 

“Wait, wait I’m sorry, before you start. Y/n called you Farrokh?” Roger asked. 

“Oh shut up.”

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Brian walked the entire premise, dumbfounded as to where you could be, and then thought to check the biology garden which was behind the music school. He originally didn’t see you, and thought he would be going back to the band, until he heard a sniffle, and saw it coming from a white furry blob sitting among the pumpkins, and headed your way. 

“Hey Cinderella, didn’t make it home from the ball in time?” He joked, and you looked up at him, and chuckled through your tears. He sat down next to you, both of your backs leaning on the large pumpkin behind you, and he put an arm around your shoulders, with you immediately burying your head in his chest, and continued crying. Brian rubbed his hand on your back, whispering “Shh” in an attempt to calm you down. 

A couple minutes later after you had finished crying, you looked up at him and said, 

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now.” 

“I know. That’s fine. I’m just here to be with you. Ensure you’re not alone.”

A couple more minutes of silence. 

“Once you find out you’ll think less of me. You’re destined to find out.” You sighed. 

Brian chuckled. “Love, that’s not possible.”

“What do you mean?”

He laughed again, nervous to tell you. “Y/n, you’re even perfect when you cry. Not many people can say that.” 

“That’s impossible, Bri. I-”

“Love, you know what I said when I first saw you?”

“Yes, you said, ‘Hello love, I’m Brian.’” You laughed in that airy, angelic laugh of yours.

God, that laugh. Brian thought. That laugh could stop my heart and I’d be okay with it. “Not today dear, way back in December, Roger noticed you dancing before our show and called me over,” 

“Called you over for what?”

“Oh, well- uh” he let out a nervous laugh “that’s beside the fact. You know what I thought when I first saw you?” 

The October wind blew your hair out of your face, and you shook your head no. 

“I thought, ‘that’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen’. Swear to god. I’m an awful liar. I’m not joking with you love, and even though ten months have passed, I still stand by my statement. No one else has ever taken my breath away like that.” He smiled at you, and laughed because of how nervous he was. 

You smiled at him in disbelief of the words he was saying, and a single tear streamed down your face, though not a tear of sadness, a tear of happiness. 

“Oh no no no love don’t cry again! I’m so sorry what did I do?” he said frantically, reaching a hand up to brush away your tear. 

You chuckled again, and grabbed his wrist and pulled it down from your face, taking his hand in yours. “Oh nothing at all Brian, in fact you did everything right. What you said…made me so happy. It’s just- no one has ever said ever said that about me before. It was so sweet.” You looked up at him, smiling. 

“You’re joking, no one’s told you how gorgeous you are before?” 

You shook your head. 

“Well maybe you’ve just been in the wrong place your whole life.” he smiled. 

“Tell me about it. I’ve been saying that for a while now.” 

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You and Brian re entered the room to find the three guys laughing like old friends. 

“It must have gone well” Brian bent down and whispered in your year, causing you to giggle. At the sound of a new noise in the room, John, Freddie, and Roger looked at you and Brian intently, and the room quieted. 

Freddie hesitantly walked up toward you like a scared puppy that was afraid to be scolded, and stopped about 3 feet away from you, warily looking at you to see if you’d push him away again. 

“Come here Freddie.” You smiled with open arms and he engulfed you in a large hug. 

“It’s all going to be just fine. I’ve made sure of it.” He said. 

“I’m gonna go Fred.” You bashfully admitted. 

“Nonsense! You shouldn’t walk alone and you must hear us! Give me your opinion! Help think of a band name! After all, what are eternal best friends for!”

“Okay, okay.” You resigned.

As you broke your hug, you declared, “Now, after an hour and a half of drama, why don’t you do what we all came her for, and what I came to hear! Play me things! I want to hear what you’ve got.” You smiled, sitting on the ground right in front of Freddie’s mic stand to ensure you got an absolute front row seat. 

They played an old Smile song called Doing Alright, and about 4 covers of artists like The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, and Elvis Presley, and you paid attention to each of them, with all of their skills shining through. You understood what Fred meant now. All of them are amazing players, Tim just wasn’t the right person to unify Roger and Brian. But together, the four of them produced an amazing sound. It was something you knew was just perfect. As they finished, you stood from your sitting position and clapped. 

“Bravo! You play wonderfully together! I’m so glad I came for this!” You said, hugging them each. Besides Freddie, whose hugs you were used to, Roger’s was the most passionate, though John’s was very nervous, short, and shy, although that made sense with the situation at hand. 

You chatted with Freddie as they packed up, though he had the least to do and you were ready to leave quickly. You said your goodbyes to everyone, and headed out the door. 

John left about 10 minutes after you and Freddie, leaving Brian and Roger to close up the room. 

“She obviously likes you more right now mate, ‘cause you were her knight in shining armor. It’s not fair Brian. Though watch out, I’m gonna get ‘er soon. ‘ve got a plan.” Roger said jokingly, although he was entirely serious. 

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You and Freddie had been walking hand-in-hand on your way back home, though neither of you said a word. About 10 minutes into your journey you broke the silence.

“I’m sorry, Freddie. For the way I acted earlier. I was hurt, and just wanted to be left alone and didn’t express it correctly. You know how much you mean to me, and it’s just how I am sometimes. I know that’s no justification, but it’s the truth. I’m so sorry.” 

“Don’t you worry bout a thing, darling. We’re just fine. I’ve lived with you for over a year, and you don’t think I know your crazy antics?” he chuckled. “You’re absolutely fine. John was being a Class A dick, how else were you supposed to act? Do I think there was the right place? Absolutely not. But it happened, and I hate to not take your side, but you know you had it coming.”

“I know.” you guiltily admitted 

Freddie stopped walking. “Come here love.” 

You buried your head in his chest, and wrapped you in a tight hug. 

“I could never be mad at you. We’re eternal best friends.” He quietly admitted. 

“Eternal best friends forever.” You responded, smiling into his multicolored coat. 

“You know, you smell like my mom in this coat. It’s quite odd.” Freddie admitted, which broke your hug, ruined the moment, and left the two of you hysterically laughing. 

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About two hours after you got home, you and Freddie were both doing school work on your bed. You were adding some markings to a violin solo while he drew a new design, when you heard a knock on the door. You looked at Freddie, hoping to coax him into getting it with a look, but he just smiled as if he had a sixth sense as to who was behind that door. Seeing as he wasn’t budging, you opened the door, and the sight nearly took your breath away. It was John, holding a bouquet of flowers with a little plastic thing in the middle of them that read “I’m sorry”. 

“Oh John!” Freddie said. “So good to see you! Come right on in, I was actually just going to the coffee shop to work on my drawing further. I’ll bring you back our normal, love.” And with that he quickly put his drawing and pencils in his messenger bag, threw his jacket on, and just before he closed the door behind himself he winked at you.  Of course Freddie had something to do with this. How would John have gotten to your exact dorm without him. His people skills were astounding. 

“John! Thank you for the flowers, you’re too sweet.” You took them from him, and pulled him in for a hug. “Please, come sit!” You motioned him over to your bed. 

“I truly am sorry, Lovely. You were my best friend, and then to just have you out of my life like that was a complete shock to say the least. All the hurt I was feeling just came out, and not nearly in any logical fashion. I was hurtful, and I’m so sorry. I know it was a funny way of showing it, but I am. Freddie told me your point of view, and I guess I understand now. He told me how this was your dream, and of how well you were doing in school, and even how unsupportive your parents were even before you game here, and especially how they were when you called them at Christmas. I didn’t realize how stressful things were. I’m sorry for bringing them up. I understand why you did things the way you did now, but I’m just hoping you don’t still want me out of your life. Freddie said how you’d been crying about not talking to me, and just as much as you’ve been crying, I’ve been crying more. I’ve been wanting to reach out to you, but I was afraid I’d anger you. I didn’t know what to do. I just want you back in my life, Lovely. I need you. Life is hard without your best friend. I know Freddie took my-”

You were softly crying at his words, not in a bad or hurt way, just overwhelmed with emotion. “Deaky, Freddie could never take your place. I’ve known him for a year, I’ve known you since primary school. We’re a different kind of friendship. I realized I messed up with you in my first 2 weeks of school, and was crying my eyes out on the daily, wanting to call you, yet I thought you’d be furious with me, so I made myself hold off. I know it was a bitchy move. I’m just hoping you’ll forgive me?”

John laughed through his tears. “I forgave you as soon as you left me y/n. Was I hurt? Yeah. What you saw today was all my hurt coming out. But I couldn’t stay mad at you. Not then, not now, not ever.” he smiled. 

You hurriedly wrapped him in a huge hug, both of you softly crying on contact, just so happy to have your friend back. 

“I want my Deaky back. I’m not pushing you away again. God, I don’t think I could handle it.”

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John stayed 2 hours longer until Freddie returned home with a white chai latte for you both, and said his goodbyes. You were so happy to have had that time to catch up over the last year with your John, that you were practically dancing around the dorm, which made Freddie smile. 

“I know you helped with that, Fred. Gave him our address I mean. I don’t mind in the slightest bit. It made me so happy to see him. So I guess this is a thank you.” You smiled, taking a sip of your latte. 

“You didn’t fuck him while I was gone, did you? Well if you did, good job love. But I’m just wondering because it’d explain your giddiness.” 

You almost spat out your coffee. “Freddie! No I did not have sex with John and I could not! Well, I- no!” You laughed, and he joined in with you. 

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Two nights later, a Wednesday, you were both settled down and had turned on the TV Freddie’s parents gave you two, and at about 8:45 heard a rustling under the door. There was a folded piece of paper on the floor with something written on it. Freddie saw how much the occurrence freaked you out, and got up to grab the paper, and looked through the peephole, but no one was there. 

“It’s addressed to you, darling.” He said, handing it over to you, as he sat back next to you and put his head on your shoulder to read the note with you. 

It read “y/n y/l/n” on the front in chicken scratch, and you unfolded it to find the following note. 

“Dear y/n, 

I’ve made plans for us to go to my dads beach house west in South Cornwall right on the cliff overlooking Porthcurno beach. There’s a heat wave coming, so weather will actually be summer warm, especially there. I just wanted to get to know ya’ better. Compared to the rest, I feel like I’m missing out. Only get my number from Fred and call if you have unmovable plans that you can’t miss, and can’t go, and by unmovable plans I don’t mean homework. :) 

I’ll drive. Pick you up Friday at 3 (Freddie said you didn’t have any classes)

 It’s a date. 

Your favourite band member, 

R. Taylor ”

You gasped and held the letter to your chest after you read it a second time to make sure you weren’t dreaming, while Freddie was giggling in your ear. 

“You knew about this?!” You exclaimed, smiling. 

“Of course! I had to! Poor Roggie-boy was just so endearing, I couldn’t resist! You’re clearly not mad, are you?”

“No!” You laughed. “I’m excited! He’s attractive!” you admitted, and thought about the last line of the note. 

“It’s a date.”

Well, you surely hoped it was. 

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18 notes?!??!! imma start crying thank you for the love guys. please request some more hc’s guys. i really love writing them.

Shshhsbjssn I hate to be bothersome but can you also do the borhap boys with a short!reader jehsjebshd they are just so good

don’t be daft, i’m so glad you’re requesting! i’m really happy you like them. let’s give this a go then.

Ben: 5’10”

• he isn’t the tallest amoung his mate so he basks in all of the glory he gets being taller than you. “Want me to get that, love?” he’ll ask, while reaching on the top shelf to get your desired item. he’ll hold it up from you until you give him a kiss “There ya go. Wasn’t that ‘ard was it?”

• i can just imagine Ben putting you up on his shoulders. you guys would be at a music festival of sorts, the sun beaming down on you both in the crowd. sweaty bodies brushing against others, slightly intoxicated, singing both your lungs out. “C’mere.” he’ll slur, kneeling down. once you’re up there you love it, it’s the best feeling. so new but fun and you enjoy the rest of the day up on your boyfriend’s shoulders.

• Ben has a thing about srachting your head, you find it weird but also quite cute. it will just be a quick gentle scratch whenever you’re both out chilling but when in the house and cuddling on the sofa he loves to massage and scratch it for hours.

• you love it when Ben wears slightly heeled boots, making him tower above you even more. something about his height is so attractive to you, and he feels the same way about yours. he loves being taller than you and when he wears his boots he loves it even more. your height is just sooooo cute to him and he loves the height difference between you guys.

Gwilym: 6’2”

• ok, so he’s like the tallest guy you’ve ever dated and you love it. you’re the shortest gal he’s ever dated and he loves it. he especially loves the fact that he has to bend so low to kiss you. even when crouching down you can’t reach each other so you have to stretch up also, this usually results in him lifting you up so you both aren’t in uncomfortable positions: he looooves to lift you especially when it’s for a kiss.

• you guys love to slow dance with each other; you both discovered this fact after opening a bottle of wine one night in the house. you put on a ‘The Arms of Mine’ by Otis Redding on in the background while chatting away and he just stood up and offered you his hand. you gladly accepted and you both started to dance, but it didn’t feel perfect y’know? so he told you to stand on his feet, making you slightly taller and a little more in sync. he loved it and so did you and now you both always dance with each other like this when you have the chance.

• he loves to have little nicknames for you. he always goes for “munchkin” that’s his favourite once to say, you love hearing his soothing voice say it too! he has you saved on his phone as “munchkin” and you have him saved on yours as “BFG”.

• Gwil loves the fact that even when you wear heels you’re shorter than him. heels just change your overall posture and stance and he finds them so sexy on you but he’s glad that they don’t make you too tall as he loves how short you are and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

Joe: 5’9”

• ok Joe always pokes fun at your height, but just because he loves it so much and he’s a jokester; he can’t help it. he is obsessed with your height it adds extra cuteness to you and your personality. whenever he jokes about it he makes sure to not go over the line and upset you, it would break his heart if he knew he upset you.

• he loves to watch you reach for things, the amount of effort it takes you to get the littlest of things from the top shelf makes him chuckle. sometimes he’ll help and lift you up a little but most of the time he likes to see you climb and clamber over the kitchen counters.

• Joe loves to rest his chin on your head. when cuddling you from behind he’ll gently lower his head and sit it on yours contently. you both love warmth and contact and this simple gesture provides both.

• Joe loves to look up at your for a change. he’ll always sit you up on a table and grab a nearby chair and sit in it. he just loves taking in your beauty from this new angle.

Rami: 5’9”

• Rami loves to cuddle with you. his heart swells when you state you can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, you always tap it out on his chest and he loves and thanks you for it.

• When with friends he always makes sure you are visible and seen. Usually he’ll have you stand right in front of him, he wants people to focus their attention on his beautiful gal.

• the man loveeeeesss lifting you up. whenever in the house he usually sneak attacks gentle squeezes and lifts. one day you where humming a little song while fixing a throw cushion when BAM! he lifted you off of your feet, that day he opted for the classic fireman lift but his personal favourite is bridal style.

• Rami loves your height. you’re so small and perfect and cute and he could just squeeze and cuddle you all day long. “great things come in small packages.” he whispers that to you every night before going to bed. he loves your height and he wants you to love it too. he wants to make sure you’re comfortable with it and with your beauty because you radiate it in every way no matter how small.

i’m so so soosdosososososososo sorry for the longest wait ever anon. i really hope you like it honi :)

[nataliehasanimagination]

Not My Life

"I'll be in the other room," my husband said, picking up the kids. "Shout if you need me."

When he left, you looked at your unexpected visitor. Oliver Queen, the Green Arrow, father of your oldest child.

"What do you want, Oliver?" you asked.

"You got married," he said, his voice low.

"You left. What did you expect? And besides, I heard that you're happily married. You found out you have another kid. You were the mayor of a city. You moved on, too."

"How's Y/C/N?"

"Fine, Y/C/N is fine. Now stop skirting around the question. Why are you here?"

"I need you, Y/N. Not you you. Your powers. Star City is in serious danger and-"

You cut him off, "I don't live in Star City anymore. That's not my problem. And besides, I don't use my powers anymore. I'm a mom. A wife. I have a job that doesn't require me to wear a mask and get shot at. That's not my life anymore. I'm sorry, Oliver. You can see yourself out."

[big-queer-bitch-here]

queenXreader smut

im sorry this is so bad sksks I made this into an actual story just for my cinnamon apple. i love you

you were bored one evening and decided to invite your friends from the band queen over. as soon as they arrive you greet all of them with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and guide them to your couch.

when you sit down freddie immediately puts his arm around you and Brian puts his hand on your thigh. you guys talk for a while and they all drop subtle flirty comments while Brian moves his hand up and down your thigh occasionally.

then out of nowhere freddie starts kissing you really heavily and deeply. he would’ve kept going but he broke off the kiss because he noticed John had wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. John then pulled you into a much softer more meaningful kiss.

after that John lay you down while roger kisses your neck leaving you multiple hickeys. roger continued kissing you while Brian pulled off your clothes.

needless to say you guys had some amazing sex together and after that was over all five of you guys cuddled together while listening to music.

dt-my lovely cinnamon apple

[liliah39]

Crazy Little Game of Love: Chapter 4

A/N: Hey guys! Whats up?? Thanks for coming back!! I’m so sorry im having to post this again. it was mad weird, I posted it last night and tried to do the tags this morning and it all disappeared... so here we are... again. Haha hope you enjoy! Get your tissues out! THERE ARE NEW WARNINGS!!! (swearing, angst & smut) also sorry if the smut is bad its my first time writing it!)

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Morning of October 6th, 1970 (where we left off)

“Y/N!” Roger yelled at you from the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“Tea or Coffee, Love?”

“Tea please! Just sugar though.” You smiled at his thoughtfulness. 

You could hear Roger clunking around in the kitchen, and his frequent annoyed sighs when something didn’t go as planned made you laugh. You eventually fell into a soft sleep, only to be awakened by your hair being brushed out of your face. 

“Baby? Breakfast is ready.” You opened your eyes to see Roger smiling down at you and a tray of food for two at the end of the bed. As you smiled back at him you yawned and sat up. You both ate while making small conversation as you each attempted to wake up. You were almost finished when you said, 

“This tastes great. Took a while, but good job Roggie.” You teased. 

“Hey! I don’t even like it when Freddie calls me that, Love. And I tried my best…” he looked down, pretending to be hurt. 

“I know, I know.”

“I just wanna make you happy,” he shyly confessed, sitting cross legged across from you taking the last bite of his eggs. 

“And why is that, Mr. Taylor?” You said smiling. 

“Because you’re beautiful.”

“Rog,” you said while blushing. 

“I’ve been really into you for a while Y/N. I mean we both remember seeing each other at the Smile gig a few months back, but I don’t even think you recognized me when we’d see each other out. You bumped into me and Bri when you’d be out with Freddie a lot, you came to pick Freddie up from a bar that we were all at, and you ran into me leaving your dorm when I was hanging out with Freddie while you were at orchestra rehearsal. Monday wasn’t our first time meeting. You don’t remember me; it’s okay, I just would notice you because of how beautiful I found you all those months ago. You’re just as beautiful as you are outside on the inside. Freddie also talks about you a lot, granted I’d ask about you too.” He blushed, his now rosy cheeks matching yours. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, and not to sound like a little school boy, I really have a crush on you.” He admitted, nervously scratching the back of his head and taking a drink of his coffee. 

You let out an airy laugh. “Well it’s not like you haven’t made it obvious.” Roger immediately looked like he was scolding himself. “Hey,” you said, placing a hand on his. “I find it quite endearing. 

“Oh really?” He said smiling, his face inching closer to yours. 

“Really.” You said staring into his beautiful blue eyes. “And besides, I wouldn’t of come if I didn’t find you incredibly attractive.” 

“Oh, really?” He repeated, teasing you as he placed his hands on your shoulders; your noses now touching. 

“Yeah Roggie.” 

“I told you not to call me that!” he joked picking you up and laying you flat on the bed tickling your sides, which earned a squeal from you as you kicked your legs and squirmed beneath him. 

“Roger! Rog! Stop!” You laughed. “I promise I won’t anymore.”

He stopped tickling you, hands still on your sides. “Promise?”

“I promise.” You laughed, and he grabbed your hands and pulled you up. 

“I knew you were ticklish.” He smirked.

“Now, don’t misuse your newfound power! With great power comes great responsibility.” You laughed, and he turned around and sat next to you on the pillows as he placed the tray of food on the floor. 

It got quiet, each of you were just enjoying each other’s company while you watched the ocean out the windows in front of you as Roger played with your fingers. All of a sudden, the mood got serious. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Roger staring at you. 

“What?”  

“How are you doing, with dressing a little out of your comfort zone? Are you okay? I don’t want you to be stressed out, Love.”

“Oh, um. It’s complicated.” You sighed. “I love it, and I hate it. This is how I used to dress all the time. I miss it. It’s honestly how I’d like to dress, but I’m so nervous about making it as a violinist that I started dressing more conservative. Hell, I haven’t dressed like this in over a year,” you laughed, “but it’s okay. I’m getting better with it. Think I may just need to step out of my comfort zone a little more.”

“You sure?” Roger said, getting up and standing at your side of the bed.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Good!” He said, scooping you up in his arms and spinning you around. You let out a yelp of surprise. You put your arms around his neck, and he ran from his room to yours, spinning around, and throwing you on the bed, leaving you laughing your head off. 

“Now what on Earth was that for!” 

“We’ve got a big day ahead of us, Love. You’ve gotta just let loose and be yourself. Dress as opposite to fancy and reserved Y/N as you can today, and just be yourself, Love. I’m gonna get dressed and get the beach things together, you take your time and get ready.” He winked, shutting the door to your side of the bathroom as he went to his room. 

You dug through your bag and found your new ocean blue crochet bikini that was embellished with sea shells and beading, and put your Bohemian dress over it to use as a cover up. You looked at your floppy, ritzy hat you had packed, and threw it to the side, grabbing your sun glasses instead. You looked in the mirror as you took your hair down from it’s messy bun, and held your makeup bag in one hand. 

Should I fix my hair?

Should I put on a little makeup?

Freddie popped into your head, and you remembered your argument a couple nights ago. You tentatively set the makeup bag down and ran your fingers through your hair. 

I can’t let him down. 

You grabbed your sunblock and walked out of your room, noticing the door to the cellar open and assumed Roger was down there getting things for the beach, so you walked to the glass doors and softly started singing Somewhere Over The Rainbow. 

Roger came up the stairs with a couple chairs and an umbrella, and at the sight of you was almost stopped dead in his tracks. He was so proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone. You hadn’t noticed him yet, and he was completely blown back to hear you singing. What a beautiful voice? He softly set his things against the wall and came up behind you, engulfing you in his arms, and you immediately stopped singing, put your arms over his, and smiled as you pressed your cheek against his chest. Roger put his chin on top of your head. You stayed like this for a moment. “I didn’t know you could sing, Baby?” He said. 

You turned around and looked at him, a genuine look of confusion on your face. “I can’t?” 

“But-” You both stood there looking at each other confused for a moment trying to figure out what the other was talking about. 

Roger laughed, “Okay, Love, well, it looks like a beautiful day out, you ready to head down?”

You nodded and helped him pack a cooler of drinks and snacks, and the two of you headed down to Porthcurno Beach for the day. 

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Roger had just set up your area, and you took off your dress and set it on your chair and fanned out your towel on the sand in the sun, and laid down. 

You could already feel his eyes on you.

“Take a picture, Rog. It lasts longer.” You teased. 

“Oh- I’m sorry, yeah sorry.” He coughed, embarrassed yet bewildered of how you figured all that out with your back to him and eyes closed. 

“Don’t be sorry Love, I’m just picking on you. What’re planning to do?” You smiled, picking your head up to look at him as he put on sunscreen. 

“Whatever you’re doing.” He smiled, as he laid out his towel next to you and laid plopped next to you. 

You rolled your head over to face him, and thought to yourself, Now this is a sight I could get used to. 

You drifted off to sleep in the sun with your hands intertwined. About an hour later Roger woke you up saying “Y/n, you’re getting really dark, Love. You may wanna get up so you don’t get a sunburn.” 

You sat up and looked at your arms, significantly darker on the front side than the back, which caused you to laugh. “How come you’re not tan?”

“Cuz I don't tan, I burn. I put on sunblock an hour or so ago.” He laughed. 

“So what’ve you been doing all this time?”

“Just reading my book, watching you. Gotta take care of my girl.” 

His girl. 

You wished you could be his girl, and dreaded the thought of breaking his heart, knowing you’d be breaking yours along with his. You pushed away the thought, not wanting to have to deal with it right now. 

“I’m way over heated Rog.” You said, standing up. “I’m gonna go for a swim, you wanna come with me?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you rather go back to the house?” He scratched the back of his head and looked at the ground. He was nervous. 

“No Rog! It’s beautiful out, and we have a beautiful ocean right in front of us! You’re so silly sometimes.” You laughed. 

“More like cautious.” He muttered. 

“Cautious about what?” 

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” He said as he rolled his eyes. 

“Sorry, Love. I’m a violinist; we’ve got trained ears. What do ya’ want from me?” You joked, shrugging your shoulders. 

“I definitely whispered that though!” He defended himself back, starting a joking argument between the two of you. 

“No you didn’t!”you persisted as he pulled you in close to him. “You just can’t hear ‘cuz of all that noise you make on your drums.” 

“Oh yeah?” He said, pulling you even closer. There was no space left between you. 

“Yeah.” You smiled. You were almost kissing. 

This can’t happen. 

“So uh- you never answered my question.” You said, quickly diverting the kiss and stepping back. 

“Cautious… right.” He said, smile slipping from his face. “Alright, I’ll tell you. But you can’t tell the boys, okay?”

You nodded. 

“I uh- I just learned to swim last year. I’m not really much of a water person. Pools are fine cuz I can stand and see where I am, but lakes and oceans freak me out. I guess all this is because…uh-”

“Yeah Rog?”

“I’ve got a bad fear of drowning.” He said shyly. 

“Okay.” You smiled  

“You’re not gonna laugh at me?”

“Roger, why the hell would I laugh at you for this? You’re scared of something, that’s alright. We’re all scared of something.” You said, soothingly rubbing his arm up and down. 

He smiled down at you. “Really? Most people make fun of me for it.”

“Really, Baby. I’m not gonna make fun of you for being scared of something.” 

Shit. You thought. I just called him baby. I’m falling for it. 

“Why don’t you just come put your feet in or walk a little while I go in?”

He nodded his head. 

“Oh come on, Love.” You said, grabbing his hand. “Where’s my loud and outgoing Roger?” You were trying to comfort him still. 

He smiled at you and kissed your cheek. 

“Thank you.” He said. 

“I won’t tell the boys. Now come on!” You said as you started walking to the ocean hand in hand. Holding hands and walking on the beach was seeming to become your thing. 

“How are people walking all the way out there?” You said as the water hit your feet. There were about four people two yards out walking in water that went up to their knees. 

“There’s a sandbar there. The water gets really deep on the walk out, and then get really shallow again.”

“You wanna go out to it?”

He looked hesitant. 

“I’ll hold your hand the whole time, Rog.”

“Really?” He said. Even though he was still terrified, the thought of him getting to hold your hand for a while longer encouraged him to take your deal. 

“Really. I promise I won’t let go.” You intertwined your fingers with his, holding his hand in more of a couple-like fashion. 

“Okay, lets go.” He said, pulling you after him. 

You tried to keep him distracted on the way out by making him laugh, and by keeping him focused on how much closer the two of you were getting. In the middle of your venture out, the water got pretty deep, and only your heads were left above the water. You kept talking about different experiences you had while playing some odd gigs, and noticed that Roger grew completely silent. You looked over at him, to find a look of fear on his face. He was extremely pale, holding his breath as he looked up at the sky while his lips were trembling. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” You said, stopping and he immediately stopped waking too. You started walking to turn around so you could face him, and felt him grab your hand tighter. 

“Please don’t let go of my hand.” He said. You could tell he was scared, but didn’t want to admit it. 

“I’m not gonna, I’m just walking in front of you so I can look at you. Look at me, Love.” You encouraged. He slowly turned his head down and stared ahead at you. 

“You’re doing great Rog. We’re almost there, look! You’re gonna be just fine. We can both stand here, and we can both swim. I’m a pretty good swimmer, so I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, don’t worry.” You noticed his breathing slow. “You ready to keep going?”

He nodded. 

A couple minutes later when the water level had reduced to the top of your bikini, he said, “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry, Rog! You have a fear of something. I’m just proud that you did it.” You smiled. 

“No, no, not for that. I mean I’ve always been scared of drowning. Not scared of water so much as it is drowning so I’m not sorry for that, I’m used to it. I’m sorry for you having to say that you weren’t going to let anything happen to me.” 

“Why? I was just trying to make you more comfortable.” 

“Because I should be able to protect us both. I want to be able to. I wanna be able to protect you, Y/N.”

“I’m just fine Rog, don’t you worry.” You smiled at him. “And besides, it’s not like we’re dating.”

“Right.” He said coldly. 

The rest of the walk Roger was trying to make you laugh, and was telling you funny stories about Brian. 

You reached the sandbar, and sat down in the sand. The water was only deep enough to get to your ankles. Roger sat down next to you, and the two of you were laughing as you splashed each other, and Roger pulled you into his lap. You rested the back of your head on his chest, as he said, “Thank you for making me come out here. It really is beautiful.” 

After a couple more moments, you noticed a large rock about fifty feet to your right. “C’mon Rog!” You said, getting up and pulling him along with you. 

“Where are we going?”

“To that rock over there!”

“I don’t think that’s a good i-”

“Oh come on Roger. It’ll be fine!”

About twenty minutes later, you were sitting on the rock, while Roger stood to the side and smiled as he watched you. The water was about waist deep here, so he was too hesitant to sit on the rock. It didn’t make much sense to you why, since the rock was out of the water, but you decided not to push him. 

Roger loved just watching you enjoy the water. Seeing you on the rock made him call you his “Little Mermaid”. It seemed like he just kept falling more and more in love with you, and there was nothing he could do about it. 

Seemingly out of nowhere, a large wave came, and although it didn’t affect Roger all that much, from all the force it created upon colliding with the rock, it pushed you off the rock and under the water. Under the ocean, all you heard were the soft sounds of the waves, and the sand beneath you as the waves pulled it further toward the shore. You swam a little bit forward in your newfound serenity, never wanting to breach the water and return to humanity. 

Suddenly, you felt an arm grab you around your stomach and forcefully pull you out of the water. You opened your eyes to see Roger holding you close to his chest like a newborn, very clearly having a panic attack. He was talking a mile a minute. 

“Can you hear me? Are you ok? Can you breathe? Y/n? Oh my god, this is why I didn’t wanna come out here. Y/n?!?”

“Shhh, shhh,” you said, caressing his cheeks in your hands. You sat up in his arms so you could get a better look at his face. “I’m okay, Baby. I’m just fine. Calm down, Roger, it’s all okay.”

“But the wave! And you didn’t come up, and I thought I lost you.” He confessed.

“I was just swimming, Love. And look! If anything was actually wrong, you would have gotten me just like you did! It’s all okay.”

He let out a sigh of relief. “Just don’t do that again.” he said, making you laugh. 

“Do what? Swim?” You laughed at his absurd suggestion. 

“I mean make me think like you’re unconscious in the ocean! I can’t lose you, Baby, I just can’t.”  He whispered. To him, you were the first girl he wanted to have an actually serious relationship with. 

“Okay, I promise.” You said, trying not to laugh. “Wanna go back to the beach?”

“Yup.” He said as he started walking back to the shallow part of the sandbar to walk straight into the beach. 

“You gonna put me down?” He was still carrying you, at this point, your legs were around his waist and his arms were extremely tight around your waist, still holding you in close to him. 

“Nope.” He said, causing you to laugh, and you comfortably put your head on his shoulder. 

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You got back to the beach at around 3:00, and Roger suggested going back to the house and getting dressed so you could go shopping for a bit. As you walked into your room you instantly were unsure of what to wear. You remembered what Roger said earlier, “dress as opposite to fancy and reserved Y/N as possible”. 

Well, here goes nothing. 

When you were done getting dressed, fixing your hair and putting on a little makeup, Roger was still taking a shower since he cleaned all of the sand out of your beach things when you arrived back home. You looked down at your outfit, your sheer pantsuit that was low cut with your dangly silver necklaces. You opted to go without a bra, making your breasts completely viewable through the outfit and wore nude panties. 

“Am I really going out like this? More importantly, I used to go out like this and feel comfortable?” 

It seemed like Freddie had taken the place of your conscious, because some voice said “Yes” and literally seemed to push you out the sliding glass door. You stood about even with the bench observing the ocean while you waited for Roger. 

When Roger was finished getting dressed, he realized you weren’t in the house and as he assumed, saw you standing by the bench and opened the door to start walking toward you. His eyesight wasn’t the best, so he could see you were wearing a jumpsuit, not as “out there” as he was hoping but was at least proud that you were still stepping out of your comfort zone. 

“Hey, Love, you ready to go?”

You turned around and Roger’s eyes went wide open. 

“Holy shit.” Roger smiled, noticing how sheer your jumpsuit was. What it was covering, and more importantly what it wasn’t. So you actually did step way out of your comfort zone, and you didn’t just step. You jumped. 

“Is it too much?” You said, staring to cross your arms across your chest. 

“No, no! It’s great, it’s- holy fucking god you’re gorgeous.” He said, causing you to laugh. You noticed how flustered he was getting, his face was turning red. “C’mon love! let’s walk closer to the edge. The rocks are so beautiful!”

“No, no, I’m good. Really.” You laughed nervously. 

“No really, it’s fine! We’re like 20 feet away right now! It’s not that bad- wait.” A smirk appeared across his face. “You said earlier that everyone was scared of something. Could this be your something?” he turned around and stepped closer to you. 

You scratched your hand as a nervous tick. “Maybe.”

“You’re scared of heights, aren’t you, Love?”

You nodded your head, the movement making the fabric of your romper purse a little so Roger could see right under your top. Could see everything. 

“Well you pushed me earlier, it’s only fair if I-” and with that he picked you up under your shoulders and spun you around, earning an actual terrified scream from you. You hurriedly wrapped your arms around his neck and basically climbed up him like a tree; your legs now wrapped around his waist as you heavily breathed. 

“Please don’t! Rog!” You screamed as he walked forward a little. Your position gave Roger a perfect view of your sheer top, and he couldn’t help but think things he shouldn’t want to. 

“Baby,” he laughed, stroking your hair. “We’re still ten feet from the ledge. You’re fine.” You looked down at him. 

“Just don’t go any closer.”

He laughed. “Yes ma'am.” 

You caught him staring at you as you still sat with your legs around his waist. “Rog, stop staring.”

“I’m sorry, Love. I just can’t help it.” He blushed, his face inching closer to yours. 

“Then don’t.” You responded, closing the final gap and hurriedly pressing your lips to his. 

The kiss was hot and passionate, and as time went on, you each got more into it. You were running your fingers through his hair, as he was running his hands down your back and over your butt. Through breaths Roger said “C’mon, let’s go inside. This is wonderful, God, you’re wonderful. But I’m more of a tits guy than ass. We leave that to Brian.” Earning a laugh from you as you continued making out as he carried you inside. 

Once inside, Roger carried you to his room and laid you on his bed, your lips parting for just a moment as he climbed on after you, hovering over the top of you as your lips passionately reconnected. As your lips started to work perfectly in sync, Roger brought a hand up your side and started gently squeezing your breasts. “You know you’re killing me in this jumpsuit right?” He said between breaths. 

“That was the goal.” You smirked. 

Roger gently slid the top of your jumpsuit over your shoulders leaving your chest completely exposed. His breath hitched. 

“How are you so fucking perfect?” Before you could even answer, his lips were back on yours, and started trailing down your neck, immediately finding your most sensitive spot as a soft moan escaped from your lips. “I’ve barely even touched you, Baby.” He smirked.

“Shut up.” 

He laughed and went back to your neck, lips trailing down to suck on your breast as he squeezed the other. He turned around and sat on the bed, picking you up and placing you on his lap so you were straddling him as your lips reconnected. With his hands on your hips he rocked you back and forth so you were grinding on top of him, his breath hitching in the back of his throat from the pleasure. 

“Rog,” you moaned and he reached in his bedside table to grab a condom. “Wait.” 

He stopped and looked at you. 

“I can��t do this.” You said, a look of regret visible on your face. 

“What?” 

“I can’t do this. I want to, but-” you stopped talking to avoid crying, already getting choked up. 

“What? Why? Baby, what did I do?” He said, sitting up and rubbing your shoulders as you pulled your top back up. 

“It’s not you Rog, it’s-” He cut you off. 

“Oh don’t pull that ‘it’s not you it’s me’ bullshit with me.” He said annoyed, running his hands through his hair. 

“No, no, it’s- uh. Can you keep a secret?” You said, tears unwillingly streaming down your face. 

“Yeah, Love, I can keep a secret between you, Freddie and I.” he joked, trying to make you smile. 

“Freddie doesn’t know.” This just made you cry even harder, and he wrapped his arms around you in efforts to get whatever was bothering you out. 

“Shh, it’s okay. I won’t tell him.” 

“I’m going to a different school for my last two years.”

“Well that’s okay!” He smiled. “If it’s the best decision for you Fred won’t mind!”

“In Spain.” 

“What?”

“I’m going abroad in Spain for two years. I’ll be home for breaks and stuff, but I won’t be here all the time. I feel awful, because I’m putting Freddie out of a place to live. I just haven’t found it in me to tell him.”

“You gotta tell him, Love. Brian and I will take him in, no problem. But he’s gotta know. He’s gotta prepare to move out.”

“I know.”

“It’ll all be just fine.” He said, putting your head on his shoulder. 

“You have no idea how much I want you, Rog.” You whispered, crying again. 

“Then you can have me, Baby. This isn’t anything to cry about, Love!” 

“No I can’t. I can’t do this. I can’t break your heart.” 

“No!” He smiled. “You won’t break it, you’ve already got it.”

“Roger.” You said coldly. “I'm going to a different country for two years.”

“We can make this work.” He tried reasoning with you. 

“Rog, I’m sorry,” you said, standing up. “I have to end whatever ‘this’ is.”

“No, Baby, please.” He said, standing up and grabbing your hands. You could see he was tearing up. “You have no idea how much I want this. How much I want you.”

“I want it too.” You whispered. 

“Than it’s yours!” He exasperatedly sighed. “You’ve got me! We can talk on the phone all the time, I’ll save up money and fly you home on holiday.” 

“Roger! I can’t start a relationship just to break both of our hearts and leave for two years. You’ve got to understand that!” 

“Please don’t do this. If you do, you’ll have already broken my heart. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, and then to have it taken away.” He shook his head in disbelief, blinking away the tears. 

“I know.”

“Please just give me the rest of this weekend. Acting like we were together like we just were, I mean. I just want to know what it’s like to have you be in love with me too. Even if it’s just for a moment, I just wanna know.” He said pressing his forehead against yours. There was a moment of silence. You wanted it too, wanted to pretend you were together for the rest of the weekend, but knew it’d make it harder to say goodbye. 

“Okay.” You whispered, nodding your head and softly pressing your lips to his. 

“You still wanna go shop a little?” 

You nodded your head. 

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Roger pulled into the small parking lot off the busy street filled with small mom and pop shops, candy stores, and personal boutiques. You rode there hand in hand as Roger sang you whatever song came on the radio. He had really convinced you to take this whole “dating for the weekend” thing seriously. Said that even if you were only dating him for a couple days, he was proud that you'd even allow him to call you his girlfriend, and he wanted to let everyone know it. It honestly broke your heart to know how much he cared about you. You always wanted someone to treat you the way he was, and it would all be over in a couple days. It made you second guess your decision. 

“Okay, Love. I just wanted to let you know,” he started, walking around the car to open your door for you, “anything you see and want in one of the stores you can have. I’ll buy it. That’s what a boyfriend does, and besides, I brought some extra money so I could buy you things.”

You grabbed his hand as he helped you up out of the car. “Rog, you really don’t have to-” 

“Yes I do. And don’t even try to say that I’m not your boyfriend. You know I am.” He winked. 

“At least today you are.” You sarcastically replied. 

“Yup. Today and tomorrow too.” He said grinning ear to ear as he pecked the side of your head. You could tell he thought he was the luckiest guy in the world. That broke your heart too. 

The first store you went into was a beautiful boutique. You noticed an outfit on a mannequin, a white gauze half shirt that tied in the middle with jean bell bottoms that were embellished with white lines out of the same material as the shirt. 

Roger noticed you staying at it. “Go ask her for it in your size so you can try it on, Love.” He urged you. He stood over to the side as he saw the woman get you a fitting room and hand you the outfit. You came out with the outfit on and a smile on your face and gasped,

“Oh Roger, look!” You said, twirling around. 

“You look wonderful, Love.” He smiled as he watched you look in the mirror, and go back in the dressing room to get changed. While changing, he 

walked over to the clerk and said, “Excuse me, uh, could you sell me that whatever size she had on in that shirt and pants while she’s getting changed?” The woman nodded and grabbed the pants from the table and shirt from the rack, and cashed Roger out. 

As you slid the curtain over, back in your sheer romper, you found Roger standing outside the dressing room, holding a bag out for you. “Here, Baby.” He smiled. 

You gasped, “Roger you didn’t!” As you looked in the bag to find the outfit you just had on. He just smiled back at you and gave you a hug, grabbing your hand and leading you out the door as he said goodbye to the woman. “Do you know how much those were?!” 

“Mhm.” 

“You didn’t have to do that, Rog.” 

“But I wanted to! Told ya’ I was gonna get you anything you liked. You’re worth it.” He smirked, leaning down to kiss you on the lips. 

I could get used to this if I wasn’t leaving soon. 

Next, you went into a store that had handmade soaps and lotions and you and Roger walked around smelling each of the scents, agreeing on some and laughing about how you disliked others. 

“So, you like the Rose?”

“Yeah,” You said tentatively. “but-”

“Hey! No “but’s”. You like it, you got it.” He smiled, walking over to the counter with all the rose scented items and grabbing two rose candles, rose bath salts, body wash, lotion, a bath bomb, the floating soaps in the shape of roses, and the rose perfume.

“Roger, this is too much.” You said, grabbing some of the items to put back on the shelf. 

“Nope. I said I’m getting it for you!” He teased, grabbing the soaps and putting them back in the bag. “You know, since we actually are dating, maybe we could even try all this out together later.” 

You rolled your eyes. “In your dreams, Taylor. How do you even have the money for this?”

“I have my ways.” He winked, and turned to go to the counter to pay. 

“Roger!”

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With your new bag in tow, the two of you walked hand in hand down the busy streets toward the bar at the end of the strip to get hamburgers for dinner. 

“You know Rog,”

“Hmm?”

“I guess sharing the bath things might be kinda fun later.” You blushed.

“Really?” He smiled like a little child.

You nodded your head, too embarrassed to admit your true thoughts to him. 

“You’re amazing.” He smiled, stopping to lean down and kiss your cheek. 

As he looked up, he realized you were stopped in front of an Italian jewelry store called Giuseppe's. “Wanna go in?” He urged. 

“Sure, but I just want to look, Roger. I do not want anything. You understand?” Letting other people buy you things always made you feel guilty. 

He nodded as he opened the door for you. 

Everything inside the store was gorgeous. The two of you “ooh’d” and “awed” at the detailed pieces in front of you in each display box you walked past. As you reached the rings, an old man who you assumed was Giuseppe walked over from the other side of the store to stand across from you. 

“Can I help you with anything?” 

Before Roger answered, you shot back, “Oh no, thank you. We’re just looking.” You said, squeezing Rogers hand as your fingers were still intertwined to make sure he didn’t try to refute you. 

The old man nodded and started to walk away before adding, “You know, you two make an absolutely gorgeous couple. You’re young, but you’re so great together I wouldn’t have any trouble selling you a ring for her today, young man.” 

“Oh we’re-” Roger cut you off. 

“Absolutely smitten with one another. And thank you, sir. I really appreciate it. We both do. I feel so lucky to be able to call her mine.” Roger smiled as he pulled you in closer to him. You could tell he genuinely meant it too. It broke your heart. 

You kept looking around the store, and let out a soft gasp. “Roger, look!” It was a gold necklace with a pendant in the shape of a treble clef, embellished with diamonds. “It’s gorgeous.”

“It’s perfect.” He added. 

Before he could even think about purchasing it, you said, “Oh but I don’t want it. It’s fine. I’m quite hungry. We should go.” pulling his arm to get to the door. He was shocked to say the least, with every intent on buying that necklace for you. “Thank you so much for your kind words, sir.” You smiled. 

“Oh no problem, darlin’. And son,” he spoke to Roger. “When it’s time, there will always be a ring waiting for you here.” He smiled. 

“Thank you, sir. I sure hope so.” He smiled, grabbing your hand and leading you out the door. 

As you reached the bar, Roger sighed in exasperation. “Ugh, I have to run back to the car, Love. I forgot a pill I have to take with dinner.” He ran his hands through his hair, clearly annoyed. “I’ll only be a moment. Go in and get us a table outside and I’ll be right back.” He smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Oh it’s okay. You shouldn’t have to go by yourself. I’ll come with you.” 

“No, Love. No girl of mine is going to walk all that way for one of my stupid mistakes.” He assured. 

“Is it really that important Roger? You didn’t take a pill last night at dinner?”

“Uh- well I take it every other day. And yeah, it’s for my anxiety with the water, so yeah I’d say it’s pretty important.” He smiled. 

“Okay, I'm sorry for doubting you.” You smiled, his hand on your cheek.

“Nah it’s alright, Love. Go on in and get us a seat. I’ll be right back.” He said, quickly pressing his lips to yours. He took two steps away, just letting go of your hand and called back to you, “I love you.” You didn’t say anything back. You didn’t know what to say, it just made you smile. 

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Roger returned about fifteen minutes after you were seated, and after you two finished eating, it was dark outside; creating a picture perfect scene as you walked throughout the little town. There were white lights wrapped around the trees and hanging over the shops as if you were in a fairy wonderland.

There was a small garden in the middle of the town which was also embellished with lights. The two of you walked through it hand in hand, completely speechless at the beautiful sparkly scene in front of you. You came to a bench, and sat down, Roger putting his arm around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. 

“It’s so beautiful here.” You smiled. 

“I’m glad you like it. Are you having fun?” 

“Oh, Roger, you have no idea. This trip has taken such a weight off my shoulders. Honestly feels like the most fun I’ve had in years.” You laughed. 

“Good, good.” he paused. “I’m sorry I said ‘I love you’ earlier. Kinda awkward.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Rog. There’s multiple ways to love people, not just romantically. That’s how I’ve always felt about the phrase. Freddie and I tell each other we love each other just about every day. So, in that sense, I should be the one apologizing. I didn’t say it back.” You looked up at him. “I hope I can make up for it, though.” You joked. “I love you too, Rog.” You said, as if talking to a young child. You knew you weren’t saying it in the same context as he had earlier. You were reminding yourself not to get too attached, even though you wanted to express your feelings in the same way he had just an hour or so before. 

“Oh!” He exclaimed. “I got you something!”

“Not something else!” You laughed.

“You know, Y/N. Most girls want their boyfriends to buy them things.”

Their boyfriends.

He really considered himself your boyfriend for these next days to come. You wondered how he was so mentally okay with allowing himself to dive fully in, knowing he’d have to give it all up in a matter of days. 

“It’s not that I don’t, I just always feel bad. Like I owe you something in return.” 

“You don’t, and never will, Love.” He smiled, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small black box that had a white ribbon around it. “Here, open it.” He smiled, putting the box in your hands. 

“You’re too much, Roger.” You shook your head, untying the ribbon. As you opened the box, you gasped. “Roger! You didn’t!”. It was the treble clef necklace from earlier. 

“Well I saw how much you liked it,”

“But jewelry is expensive, Rog. I’m not worth that.”

“Hey,” he said in all seriousness, grabbing your shoulders and making you look at him. “Don’t you ever let anyone tell you that. You’re worth all the gems in the world.” 

You got choked up at his kindness, unable to form words. “H-how?”

“I went back to the store when I told you to get a seat. And look!” He said, pulling a necklace out of his shirt. “I bought myself the one that matches. It isn’t as girly as yours, you know it doesn’t have all the gems, but they go together. Because-” he said, taking your necklace out of the box. “If you line them up the right way, they make a heart.” He smiled. At this point, tears of happiness were running down your cheeks. No one had ever been so thoughtful in your life. “Want me to put it on?” You nodded. 

Roger put the necklace on you, and you couldn’t stop smiling. “I don’t even have enough words to thank you.” You gushed, grabbing squeezing his hand and pulling him in for a big hug. “And this time, I really do mean it, and I think in the way you meant it when you said it the first time. I really do love you, Roger Meddows Taylor.” 

“Oh, Baby, how I love you too.” He smiled. Your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in to kiss you. It was a soft, short, but meaningful kiss, as it seemed to display your feelings for one another. You opened your eyes with your noses touching, each of you smiling like a child on Christmas morning, your arms around his neck with his arms around your waist as he pulled you closer next to him on the bench. It was his next comment which made you happier than you’d ever been before, yet also made you feel like you could cry for all eternity because you knew in the next forty eight hours you’d be pretending this was all a beautifully constructed fantasy, yet having everlasting pain in your heart as you yearned for his love to be in your life for the rest of your days. He said: 

“Y/N, my Love, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life than I am sitting here with you right now. I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.” 

A silent tear slid down your cheek as you leaned in to tell him you felt the same way without speaking a word as your lips reunited once again. 

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You were getting undressed in your room as Roger insisted on preparing a bath for you with your new soaps. You stripped completely and put on your short, silk pink night robe and put your hair in a bun. The only item of clothing you kept on was the necklace Roger had just bought you, and you smiled as it sparkled in your reflection. 

You opened the door from your room to the bathroom to be immediately hit by a strong wall of rose, and to find it only lit by your new candles and some others Roger must have found around the house. He was seated fully clothed next to the large claw foot tub with one hand in it as the bathtub was just about half full. His head instantly perked up at the sight of you. 

“Roger, this is absolutely gorgeous.” You gasped.

“Yeah,” he laughed nervously as he stood. “Just trying to make you happy, as usual.” You could tell he didn’t think you wanted him to stay with you. 

“It’s so… romantic.” You seductively said as you walked toward him, toying with the belt on your robe as he visibly blushed before you. 

“Well, uh- I don’t know.” he nervously laughed again. “Rose just gives off that vibe, you know?”

You laughed at his ignorance. 

“Well, I’m just going to let you relax in here then,” he uncomfortably stated as he stumbled toward the door to his room. “I hope the water isn’t too hot or too cold. I could always help ya’ if you’d like.” He winked, grabbing his door handle. 

“Roger,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your body flush against his. “Are you actually about to walk out of this bathroom while your girlfriend is pressed up naked against you, about to take an extremely romantic bath that you prepared for her?”

He gasped. “You just called yourself my girlfriend.” He smiled. It was like music to his ears.

“Well that’s what I am right now, aren’t I?” 

He nodded. You could feel him getting hard against your stomach. “And wait- you’re not naked, Love.” 

You quickly untied your silk robe and let it fall to the floor, completely revealing yourself to him.  “Now I am.” 

Roger smirked as you saw him lick his lips. “Always so fucking perfect.” He muttered. “So I take it you want me to take a bath with you?”

You nodded, lovingly dragging your hand along his jawline. 

“If that’s what my princess wants, then that’s what she gets.” He smiled, scooping you up and setting you in the bathtub as he started to rid himself of his clothes. You watched him as he stripped, head resting in your hand as your arm leaned on the side of the bathtub. “You’re staring.” He teased in a sing-song voice as he took off his shirt. 

“I want to.” You echoed back in the same tone. As you watched him undress, you snapped into reality, realizing how stupid you were being, and how hurt you’d be in the long run. But for a moment, and just for a moment, you mentally said,

 “Fuck off conscious, I’m on vacation, and I’m technically Roger Taylor’s girlfriend right now so leave me the fuck alone.” That was the last you allowed yourself to hear from your conscious that weekend. 

As he pulled down his boxers and his member sprang loose, you realized he was much thicker than you imagined. It made your breath hitch just at the thought. “Make room for me, Love.” he said, one foot stepping into the tub. You sat up, allowing him to lay back against the tub as you laid back with your chest pressed against his, the two of you making out until you had to reach up to turn off the water. There was no feeling of a necessity to have a sexual moment, the feeling of your nude bodies pressed against each other in the romantic atmosphere with his arms lovingly wrapped around your body was more than enough. 

You must have fallen asleep, because the next thing you knew Roger was wrapping you in a towel, one already around his waist as he carried you bridal style to his room. 

“Was I asleep, Rog?” You asked as he laid against the pillows still cradling you in his lap. 

He laughed. “Yeah, think I was too, Love. I woke up like fifteen minutes ago.  Sat there appreciating how beautiful you were for a little while, then got up and dried myself off before doing the same for you and carrying your arse in here. You’re the hardest person to wake up, you know that?” 

“Freddie has definitely told me that before.” You chuckled. “Why, how bad was it this time?”

“I tried talking to you to get you to wake up, and nothing. Then I tried rubbing your arm, also nothing. Eventually I had to shake you, and you mumbled “I’m awake, I’m awake” and just put your head back on my chest and fell asleep again. I couldn’t stop laughing. It’s quite adorable, really. I’m honestly shocked you’re awake now.”

“Well I’m cold, that’s why.” You said, standing up. 

“Where are got going?”

“To get my pajamas?” You said, curious as to why he was asking you all these questions. “Like I said, I’m cold.”

“Wait. No girlfriend of mine needs pajamas to stay warm he said, standing and engulfing you in a huge hug and he nuzzled his head in your neck we he lovingly kissed it. 

“Roger,” you laughed, hands rubbing through his hair. 

He turned you around and laid you on the pillows as he hovered over top of you, his nose pressing yours as you both had childlike grins on your faces, hands intertwined. 

“Baby?” he said. 

“Hmm?”

“Want a massage with that new lotion I bought you?”

“Do I not already smell like rose?” You laughed. 

“Ehh, not enough.” He said as he said up and grabbed the lotion off the nightstand. “Where do you want me to start, Love?”

“Wherever you want.” You smirked, and he slowly peeled the towel off your body as if he was touching fine china. You noticed him gasp a little as a large, closed mouth grin appeared on his face. 

“I’m never gonna get used to how beautiful you are.” He shyly admitted as he put some lotion on his hands, and started massaging your breasts. 

“Roger!” You laughed.

“What?”

“Really? There?” 

“You said anywhere I want, Love.” He said, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. His hands continued their squeezing as his fingers toyed with your nipples causing you to squirm beneath his touch. He rolled you over on your stomach and put some more lotion on your back as he gave you the best back massage you’d ever had. You weren’t sure if it was because of the situation you two were in, or if it was from his calloused hands from drumming, but his hands seemed to rub away all your tension and pain, putting you in a euphoric state of mind. His hands trailed down and he lovingly ran his hands over your curves. As he started to squeeze, through labored breaths you said, “Roger- I need you to touch me now.”

“Y/N, I believe I’m already touching you.” He smirked as you rolled on your back. 

“Fuck off, you know what I mean.” You said, clearly annoyed as you pulled him down so he was almost laying on top of you into an extremely passionate kiss. 

Your hands rubbed up and down his back as his lips trailed down your neck, working on the spot that made you moan the most. He left wet kisses as he sucked and nipped on your neck. Your small moans made him grunt, and one of his hands slid up and down your side as if he was worshiping your body. He smiled as he saw how you reacted to his movements, and started trailing down to suck on your breasts, switching between sides as his hand toyed with the nipple on the other side. Before continuing to trail down, he lovingly kissed your lips, and then kissed all over your stomach. Through your extremely limited amount of focus you noticed a bead of sweat sliding down his forehead, a complete look of bliss on his face. His hands were caressing your inner thighs as he allowed one to linger where you needed it most. He brought his face up to yours, his eyes clearly asking if you wanted to do this and you nodded, your nose rubbing against his as he simultaneously reconnected your lips as he started rubbing circles around your core to stimulate your nerves. As he inserted a finger, you closed your eyes and let out a long, drawn out moan. 

“God,” he grunted, his hips bucking into your leg. He looked down to see the necklace he bought you shimmering between your breasts. It was perfect. His towel fell from around his waist. You felt his bulge before you could see it, all of a sudden making what you two were doing extremely prevalent in your head. You already knew you were getting attached, exactly what you were trying to avoid. 

Then you opened your eyes to see his ocean blue ones lovingly staring down at you. In that moment you’d never wanted anyone more. “God, you’re so tight.”

“It’s been quite a while” you managed to say as he slowly started pumping, and you quietly moaned, embarrassed from your last. 

“Don’t”

“Don’t what?”

“Be as loud as you want, Baby. It turns me on.” He winked as he picked up the pace, shocking you and causing you to let out another loud moan in his mouth as you kissed, him taking advantage of the situation and inserting his tongue in your mouth, lips starting to move in sync with his thrusts. 

He added in another finger, gently scissoring you as you tightly grabbed onto his shoulder from the little bit of pain that came with the immense amount of pleasure. His thumb started toying with your bud; you didn’t think you’d ever felt this much pleasure before. It caused you to whine out as you dug your finger nails in his shoulders. 

He pulled away from the kiss, stopping his movements as you latched your lips onto his neck. “Was it too much?” He asked. 

“God no, keep going.” You breathlessly said against his neck, the vibrations making him moan out in pleasure. He started up again, his movements much faster this time. He started to circle his fingers, curving them as you felt them hit your spot. 

“Roger,” you loudly moaned. 

“Jesus,” he breathed, reaching for his member and giving himself a couple pumps, causing you to smile. 

“Baby,” you said, running your fingers through his hair. “I think it’s your turn now.” You smiled, flipping him over so you were now on top. You rode his fingers for a moment before removing them, and you slid back so you were sitting on his thighs. He looked at you expectantly, as if he couldn’t wait for what was to come next. Just as you were bending down, you heard him let out a soft chuckle. 

“What?”

“It’s just funny.” He smiled lovingly.

“What’s funny? I’m trying to be sexy.” 

He laughed. “I know, but seeing you all prim and proper all the time, and now to see you like… well, like this. It’s just amusing. Like it’s not even the same person.” 

“Well then I’m definitely gonna shock you now, Love.” You smirked, as you wrapped your mouth around him. You felt his legs tighten beneath you as he squeezed his eyes shut, and his breathing grew heavy. You bobbed your head up and down, earning a groan from him. You felt his precum in your mouth, which you seductively licked off his tip, looking up at him.

“God, your eyes” he moaned, squirming beneath you, bucking his hips further into your mouth. You pulled off of him making a popping sound as you gripped him with your hand, continuing the pace you set with your head as you journeyed up to join your lips with his. 

The taste of himself on you and was almost too much for him, and he groaned as your tongues intertwined, one hand toying through your hair while one squeezed your breast. Between your kisses he breathlessly said, “Faster, Y/N”

As you started moving your hand faster, his hips bucked harder as he grabbed the sheets, his moans getting louder and more frequent. To appease yourself, you started grinding on his leg, which almost made him finish right there. You felt him start to twitch, as he said, “I’m close, Love.” and you stopped moving. 

You both looked at each other. 

You knew what this meant, where you were. 

Most importantly, what came next. 

You took a deep breath and sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. 

You wanted to, so bad. No one had ever treated you as kindly as Roger had, but you knew how hard this would make it to let go. You looked to the left at the condoms on the table, and to the right at Roger’s suitcase. A symbol of travel. You knew you’d be leaving for two years, yet something told you not to let this go. You were so conflicted that tears welled in your eyes as you realized most people didn’t know the pain of giving up something so beautiful and perfect for the betterment of their future, a tribulation that you now had to face too frequently. You blew out a puff of air to try to blink away the tears from the complexities of your lifestyle. His hand reached up and lovingly caressed the side of your face. 

“Hey, hey, please don’t cry. I know what you’re thinking about. I know how much harder this will make it in a couple of days, so we don’t have to do this.” He said. You looked up at the ceiling to avoid embarrassment. “Hey, Y/N. Look at me.” You brought your eyes down to his. “We don’t have to do this. There are other ways we can both finish, or we just won’t at all. I mean, I’ll have to, but you can just go take a shower or something.” He laughed. “Whatever way you think will make saying goodbye easier is what I’m for.” He smiled, though he was clearly smiling through a heavy load of pain in his heart. 

You didn’t say anything for a couple minutes, just looking at him in all of his sparkling beauty while your heart and your mind went head to head. And then suddenly felt it. 

There was a new fighter in the battle.

 A stronger fighter.

Lust. 

The throbbing in your core became unbearable, and as much as you knew it’d hurt you, in that moment you wanted him more than anything. 

Hungered for him. 

“Fuck it.”

You lunged for a condom, tearing it open with your teeth, and as you pulled it out he grabbed your wrist, taking your full attention. “We don’t have to do this. I don’t want this to be harder than it has to be, Baby.” 

“But I want to.” He wasn’t convinced. He still looked at you hesitantly. As you rolled on the condom, you bent down and huskily whispered in his ear, “I need you.”

“Fuck.” He whined. 

You positioned him underneath you as you slid down, a gasp coming from your mouth as he heavily breathed, “Oh my god.”

Then, you realized what day it was. It was Saturday night. You were supposed to leave tomorrow. You didn’t want to leave this tomorrow. You wouldn’t. Your heart couldn’t handle it. 

“We’re not leaving tomorrow, right?” You asked. 

“Oh hell no.” He smirked. 

“Good,” you said as you bent down to graze your nose against his. Just as you were about to kiss him he cried, 

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, fucking move!”

Which made you laugh as your hands intertwined and you started rocking on top of him, immediately at a fast pace. 

He tightly squeezed your hands as he fidgeted beneath you, loudly groaning. 

“This okay?”

“Perfect.” He said through hitched breaths. 

And it was. Your bodies seemed to find a perfect rhythm effortlessly. He filled you up perfectly. Your hands intertwined as if they were two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. You seemed made for each other. And at this moment, it didn’t seem that anything, even thousands of miles, a sea, and a different country could do anything to change that. 

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Roger woke up first, as he expected to. Your bodies were still nude and intertwined, you were facing him and his arm held you lovingly into his body. Even though this had only been his life for two days, he never wanted it to end, knowing fully once you two returned home it’d be like it never happened. It killed him. Right now, he wanted you more than anything in the world, and wanted to show the world you were his. As he looked down in between yourselves, he couldn’t help but smile. Somehow, in the middle of the night, your matching necklaces found each other, intertwining and forming a heart.

He found it quite symbolic of how your love was to play out. Though it could have been due to the fact that he was grasping for straws at the moment; anything to convince him that this relationship would happen. That even in the darkest moments, when you were the furthest away from each other, and things seemed impossible, your love would prevail. He bent his head down and kissed your sleeping lips, as your eyes flushed open and lips curved into a smile. 

“Hello, gorgeous.” He said placing a kiss on your cheek. 

“Good morning, my Love.” You responded back, a blush appearing on your cheeks as you smiled. You moved your legs so your left leg wasn’t on the bottom of all four of your legs, and you both let out a small groan of pain. 

“You’re sore too?” He asked. 

“Well that’s what happens when you do it five times in a night, Roger.” You said sarcastically. 

“What do ya’ want from me love? You’re so gorgeous, I couldn’t help it.” He whined. 

“I know,” you smiled as his hands slid down your sides and started squeezing your curves. 

“Roger, I don’t think I could handle another round right now.” You laughed. 

“But morning se-”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No!” You smiled. “We wouldn’t be able to move and enjoy our beach day!”

“Okay, fine.” He resigned, kissing your cheeks and all over your face to wake you up. 

“I’ve got to admit, this really is the best way to wake up.” You laughed. 

“You can wake up like this every day you’re in the same country as me, if you want.” He smiled hopefully. 

“Roger.” You said sternly. 

“I know.” 

“I don’t want it to end, that’s part of the reason I wanted to stay another day.” You admitted. 

“Me too. Depending on the weather maybe we could even stay Monday night!” He encouraged. 

“And forget about school?”

“Eh it’s October. We can be sick.” He said, making you laugh. 

“We gonna call Freddie and Bri?”

“Nah. As far as I’m concerned, we’re the only two people on the Earth until we get back in London. That’s when we can break out of our fantasy. Until then, I don’t want to call home. I’ll deal with all that shit when I get there. No sense in dealing with it now and worrying about it for the rest of our trip.”

“Okay.” You smiled. 

“So what's our plan today, my dear?” 

“Beach, food, disco later?” You suggested.

“Whatever you want, my Love.” He said, placing a kiss to your nose. 

Bliss. 

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You sat on a large rock at the top of the beach in your yellow and white gingham frilled bikini as Roger took pictures of you. Pictures of you smiling,

laying down, making peace signs, blowing him a kiss, everything. He was making you laugh as he pretended he was a professional photographer and you were his model. 

“Perfect!”

“Amazing!”

“Just like that!”

“Hold it!” 

“Gorgeous, Darling, gorgeous!”

Now you were laughing hysterically. 

“What?”

Through your laughs you managed to get out, “You sound like Freddie!” Now you both were laughing, and he walked over to the rock as you sat on its edge, wrapping his arms around your waist as he showed you the photos he took and you kissed the top of his head. 

“Excuse me?” The guy of another couple who seemed a couple years older than you and Roger asked the two of you. You both looked up to find the other pair smiling at you. 

“Would you like me to take a picture of the two of you?” He asked. 

“Oh yeah, mate. That’d be great. Thanks.” Roger said smiling as he handed the camera to the man and climbed on the rock next to you, pulling you into his lap. The two of you looked at the man smiling. 

“3” 

“Now Love,” Roger jokingly started as he whispered in your ear. 

“2”

“If you breathe in as he takes the photo, it’ll push out your tits a little more.” He winked as he whispered in your ear. 

“Roger?!” You said, causing you to start laughing hysterically. 

“1!”

Roger quickly pressed a kiss to your cheek and wrapped his arms around you tighter. 

“Aw, guys, that looks like that’ll be a great photo. Here, let’s just let it develop to make sure it came out okay.” The man said as Roger conversed with him. 

After a minute or so, the man looked at the Polaroid in his hands and said “Yeah, that’s great you guys!” 

“Thanks a lot, mate.” Roger said as he took the photo. 

“Would you like us to take a picture of you two?”

You asked. 

“Nah, that’s alright. We’ve got loads together. I know how hard it is not to have someone to take a picture sometimes though, so just wanted to help out.” He smiled as he walked away. 

“Let’s see it, Rog!” You shrieked excitedly as he climbed onto the rock, sitting next to you. Your hands hurriedly took the photo from Roger. 

“Oh my god, it’s actually perfect.” You smiled. 

He took it from your hands, and as he smiled down at it, you saw tears well up in his eyes. 

“What’s wrong Rog?” You immediately said, running your fingers through his hair as you pressed your forehead to his. “Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing.” He said, wiping a tear from his eye. 

“Roger.” You said, knowing fully something was eating away at him. 

“It’s just, I know we extended our trip a day, and I’m so happy about that. But ever since we’ve said how we’ve been feeling, and with how amazing last night was, I’ve never been happier. I’m not ready for this to end, and I don’t want you to leave. Maybe you’ve felt this way about someone before, I don’t know, but I haven’t. I’ve been with a lot of girls, but none of them feel like you do. None of them make me feel the way you do. Please tell me I wasn’t the only one who felt it last night.”

“I felt it too.” You shakily admitted. You knew he’d caught you. “It’s like we were-”

“Made for each other? And not just sexually. In every aspect of the phrase, right?”

You nodded your head, biting your lower lip, knowing a heartbreak would be coming both of your ways in a matter of days. 

“You know what I saw when I woke up this morning? Our necklaces found their way together overnight. They made a heart on their own. We can make this work. Please, I want to make this work. You have no idea how much it means to me.” He pleaded. “I know you’re going away, but it won’t even seem like we’re apart. I’ll make sure of it. I was planning on telling you this on the way home, but I’ll tell you now. I’m giving you my car.”

“What?”

“I’ve been saving up for a while, and I want the new Alfa Romeo. You need a car, and I made a call right when we got here the other day. There’s a boat that’s much cheaper than airfare that goes out of here to the top of Spain. Its about a day boat ride, and then you can just leave your car here at my beach house and either I can drive here, you could drive to London, or we could meet halfway. Whatever you wanna do. And you could come home all the time. I could see you at least once a month.”

You stuttered. 

“I don’t want to lose this. Please. You were right; making love did make saying goodbye so much harder, and I really just don’t want to. I can’t. I think it’s for the better that we go through whatever major life changes one of us has together. I’ll support you through every decision you make, I just want to be there for you.”

“Roger, I don’t know.”

“I can’t let this go, because…” he trailed off. 

“Because?” You asked. He paused. 

“I’m in love with you.” He blurted out, tears freely flowing down his face. 

Saying ‘I love you’ and being in love with someone  are two completely different things. You were shocked. 

“Please say something, Baby.”

You were speechless. 

“Y/N?” He said, his voice cracking. He felt as if he knew your answer, yet needed proof. 

Meanwhile, inside your heart and mind were at war again, their previous defeater “lust” was nowhere to be found. You had two answers for him, you were just waiting for it to be narrowed down to one as you weighed the pros and cons in your head. 

“Please, Love.”

You told yourself you had three seconds to make a decision. 

Three. 

“I can’t let this go.” He said, pushing your hair out of your face. “I’ve never been in love before. Now I know that love isn’t a thing, it’s a person.”

Two. 

“You’re my love, Y/N”

One. 

You inhaled to speak. 

“I-”

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Could you do a band headcanon with a reader who is super touchy? You’re writing is so good!!

i really love this idea!!! let’s do this @the-borhap-boys :) x thank you so much for this request!

Brian:

• have you seen that boys legs?!??!! whenever out in public you can’t get enough of them. one time at a dinner with the boys you kept squeezing and stroking them under the table. you could feel him tense immediately underneath your touch and thought it would be fun to continue. slowly moving your hand higher and higher, softening your touch.

• whenever Bri stretches his top almost always rises up, exposing his little tummy. you love when this little bit of skin is exposed because you get the perfect view of that little trail of hair on his abdomen. you’ll cuddle him from behind and gently brush the skin with your hands.

• hands. hands. hands. wowowow, his hands are sooo beautiful. you always kiss and hold them, letting your fingertips trace all of the bumps and curves of his fingers. you love the feeling of them due to the guitar, so rough and calloused.

• Bri has a thing about always squeezing your hips. no matter the time or place he always repeats this action, almost as if he’s making sure you’re real and not just a dream.

Freddie:

• Fred’s man has a thing about tracing his lips. knowing that he’s self conscious about his teeth et cetera his partner always makes sure to pay extra attention to that area, showing Fred that it’s truly beautiful.

• he loves to play with Fred’s hair too! when it was long he used to twirl and plait it and all sorts, but once Fred got it cut his partner tried out clips and glitter to make it look groovy. in the end he just went and played with Fred’s tache, twirling it whenever it got just that little bit longer.

• Fred’s boyfriend looooooves to touch his torso. he knows fine well that it’s been exposed to like the whole world and it makes him feel some sense of achievement/pride when he gets to trace little shapes all over his mans body. he loves to trace long straight lines up Fred’s abdomen and then he swirls and curves up near Fred’s chest, making shapes in the hair.

• Fred loves to hold his mans hand and link arms with him. something in the simple gesture gives Fred warmth and he feels closer to his love. he craves closeness.

John:

• hair hair hair. ok so when John got his perm you fell in love with his hair all over again. you are constantly playing with it, you love the texture. you will pull, pick and pin it till your hearts content. afterwards you always give John a head massage and he absolutely loves it.

• you have a thing about touching his nose. you love to always brush your finger down the bridge of it, you usually do this when he’s leaving to tour for a while and you want to say “i love you” without any tears.

• when John wears vests you love it. his arms became quite defined over the years thanks to the bass and you always squeeze his slightly toned biceps. you love to feel his muscles move underneath your touch.

• John loves to pat your bum. he rarely ever does so in public as he’s quite a private man but when home he goes wild. honestly any chance he can get he either squeezes, taps or spanks your bum. you squealed the first time he done it as it seemed so out of character but you don’t complain.

Roger:

• you love to touch his entire face tbh. you always focus your attention around his stunning eyes. your thumbs gently brushing the soft skin around them while you’re straddling his torso. you love laying with him and really analysing his face.

• Rog’s forearms do things to you. when that man wears a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows you just can’t keep your hands to yourself. you love you gently trace the veins along his arm, their natural shape being so stunningly beautiful to you.

• unbuttoned shirt? yes please. Rog’s torso is one of your favourite things to touch. whether you’re scratching it, tickling it or kissing it you absolutely just love it. especially after a gig when it’s absolutely glistening, it looks amazing and you shower is in kisses and bites earning groans from your man.

• neck kissing is a big thing for Rog. he loves to attack your neck whenever he can. he tries to make the process agonisingly slow. he’ll gently brush your hair out of the way and press a wet peck to your sweet spot. he’ll continue to do this before giving in and gently nibbling at your neck.

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Ok idk if you’ve done this yet but the band with a short reader?

ahhh, i love it! i myself am quite tall so i hope i don’t offend anyone. thank you for the request anon, let’s give it a go!! i googled all of their heights, just for a rough idea lol. you’re my first ever headcanon so thank you so so much for requesting x

Brian: 6’2”

• this tall boy absolutely adores the height difference between you and him. let’s be honest here he towers over everyone but never really noticed it until he met you.

• you stole his attention right away, even though you were small your beauty packed a punch and he approached you. he didn’t really realise how small you were before getting closer.

• Brian loves lifting you up in anyway he can. his personal favourite is going in for a hug; he has to bend over to grab your waist tight and as he straightens himself up again your feet fly off of the ground. your personal favourite are his piggy backs, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist both of you flashing goofy smiles while he struts about taking you wherever you want.

• he loves when you go on your tippy toes to try and reach him for a kiss, key word being try. even when stretching you can’t reach his mouth, this usually ends in him bending over and catching a quick peck with you.

Freddie: 5’10”

• darling! Fred loves being taller than his love. like absolutely loves it. it adds to his confidence a lot.

• he has never had a partner in the past be smaller than him, he was usually attracted to the taller fellow. yet here he is with his cute little twink.

• his favourite pet name for his love is “munchkin.” he absolutely loves the way it sounds. sometimes you hate it, sometimes you love it; it depends what mood you’re in. sometimes you’re “little one.” and almost all of the time he refers to you as his “little firecracker.” while talking to his mates.

• ok so Fred, being his oh so flamboyant self, is a big fan of the bridal style lift. he messes about with the idea of it with his partner but one night they try it out on him and he absolutely loves it. from then on he always asks them to lift him. in that position he is at their level and the perfect angle to gaze into their eyes.

John: 5’11”

• John makes sure that you’re confident in your height. he thinks it adds an extra cuteness to you and wants you to recognise that. he finds the fact that you’re short very adorable but also very attractive!

• yoooo, John’s quite tall - and honi! those legsss! you love his height and he loves yours. when you guys cuddle your head rests just a little below his chest, still close enough to heart the rhythmic bass line of his heart.

• he loves to pat you on the head. it’s an odd habit that formed one day, it was because you were running about the house stressed as you were late for something he didn’t want to steal more of your time with a kiss so opted for the head pat. this had you shocked and laughinnfor hours. you don’t mind it, it’s now grown on you, whatever makes him happy makes you happy.

• he loves kissing you. when he bends down and you stretch up, meeting each other half way. the effort it takes to get a slight peck is a lot, but it’s worth it. if things do escalate a little he is sure to lift you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

Roger: 5’10”

• Rog loves loves loves being the taller one in the relationship. he has a thing for short ladies and felt an immediate attraction to you.

• his personal favourite thing to do is have you up on his shoulders. whenever at gig/concerts you both get lost in the music, and you get lost in the crowd. the first time this happened he was so worried and stressed until he found you. once you were in his arms again he offered you his shoulders, which you gladly accepted. you both loved it and it’s now became a regular occurrence.

• Rog loves sitting with you, it’s moments like this he can truly analyse your beauty. he never gets to see your eyes this up close and personal unless he’s sitting or laying down with you. he loves to look into them and truly look at them, finding all of the different tones and specks of colour. he especially loves when you sit on his knee and he can proper gaze at you.

• almost always at parties he gets you up on a table to dance. he loves to show you off and wants everyone to see his beautiful girl so he goes for the most obvious way, having you above everyone. the way you move amazes him, and when people passing look in awe he beams with pride “That’s my gorgeous girl. Mmmm, just look at her. The life of the party.” great things come in small packages and you’re no exception.