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Killer Queens - Freddie x Fem!Reader [Smut]
Synopsis: You and Freddie, two flaming gays, get drunk, (because let's be honest, you've known each other far too long to be anything but enablers) and things get experimental. Friends help out friends, right?Â
Disclaimer:Â This is BOHRHAP Freddie, not actual Freddie Mercury. I love the real Freddie so much, but would not feel comfortable writing for him.Â
Reader is lesbian and Freddie is gay. I write this with the highest respect for Freddieâs sexuality. MOVIE VERSION ONLY. Â
The music sweeps the room as you barely register the swoosh of your friend's regal (cape? Shawl? Robe?) fluttering by your face. Your sixth champagne glass sloshes in your hand, and you start to truly pity whoever has to clean this place up as you stare down at the carpet.Â
The song ends, and Freddie launches down from standing on the couch, to sit beside you. "How do I look?" he asks you, patting his cheekbones. His crown is tipped over, and his eyes are half lidded as he purses his lips.
"Like a hot mess," you clink your glass with his, and you both drink.
"Marvellous."
"Isn't it? Brilliant party."
"Yes, it is. I'm rather enjoying myself tonight," Freddie hums, big happy smile on his face. He takes another drink, and wipes his lips. "Find any damsels hanging about, waiting for you to let them know they're in distress?"
"None of interest," you sigh dramatically, draping yourself over him. He takes to threading his fingers through your hair, probably grateful it's not woven with vomit like last time.
"Isn't that interesting, since I have singled out at least ten men I would gladly sleep with tonight in this crowd."
"If you're so good at finding, find me a girl," you pout, âIâm in the mood.â He licks his lips, eyes doing a quick once over down your body.
"It's just so difficult you see, because everyone at my parties is so BLOODY attractive!" A man in a top hat walking by gasps, and Freddie winks. "Yes, that means you, sweetheart. Mm, but for reasons unknown, I have come up unlucky tonight. So far."Â
"Iâve set my sights on someone. What about the gorgeous redhead in the corner? I could have a chance getting her on all fours."
"An awful bore, she's been standing there for hours, mixing the same drink. Thereâs no way she would want it from behind, you can tell-- I wonder why I invited her."
"Maybe she wants to be alone," you comment, and Freddie suddenly pauses in lifting his drink up.
"Nobody wants to be alone." You look back at him, but he quickly rolls back his head, sighing. "She's pretty, but you might have a better time with the ritzy blonde carrying around my favourite flower vase. EXCUSE ME, DARLING? Yes! Although that vase makes a wonderfully convenient pot for throwing up in, that is, if you can believe it, not its original purpose!"
You giggle, and take Freddie's hand. "I've missed you."
"And I you, darling. You must bring me up to speed on everything once we can both hear each other," he smiles, and you nod. He snuggles in beside you, and starts rubbing a nice spot between your shoulder blades. After a moment, you start to realize he's getting handsy, rubbing down to your lower back and biting his lip again. You quirk an eyebrow, and chance a look down to his chest. He is in magnificent shape... his skin is rather nice too... had he always been this sexy?
You turn around, and he admires you. "Perhaps I need to rethink my look. Can I try on your lipstick?"
You groan. "It's upstairs."
"You've got plenty to spare, don't be greedy now," he flashes you a cheeky grin, leaning in, and plants his lips against your coloured ones, transferring the red to his. You think nothing of it, but after a moment of neither one of you pulling away, Freddie opens his eyes, frowning slightly.
"What?" you slur against his lips, wondering why it looks as if he's had an out of body experience. He puts a few inches between you.
"(y/n), I'm going to ask you a question. Now don't be offended, don't... don't be cross with me."
"Do I have bad breath?" you mutter, blinking up at him, âAm I a rubbish snogger? That little Betsy woman told me that two years ago, donât worry.â
"No... no! No, you-- no, I just..." He swallows, rubbing his arms. "What if... the two of us were to... as a manner of speaking..."Â
"What?" you squint at him, "Take on the pap with our fists alone? Ambush Paul with an angry mob of cats?"
"I like the way you think, but do shut up for a moment dear. What if we... and Iâm just throwing it out there," he looks over at you, licking his red lips conspiratorially, "Had sex?"
"...Shagged?" you tilt your head.
"Yes."
"Us?"
"Yes. Helped each other out, you understand? Weâre both terribly ready for a happy ending tonight, and the chances are getting slimmer and slimmer for the both of us to find remotely sentient partners."
Your next blink feels like slow motion, but you're coherent enough to question your friend's coherency. "Freddie...â
He looks down, a bit crestfallen. âI understand. Iâm sorry, I donât know what I was--â
âWhat was the first thing you said to me?"
He frowns. "I'm rather horny, why should I care?"
"You just answered your own question."
He starts to nip at your earlobe, pawing at your shoulder as he kisses down your neck. "I said you... mmm... looked atrocious in white bell bottoms."
You sigh, tilting your head so he has better access for sucking. "If you're sober enough to remember that, you're sober enough to know what you want, I suppose." He gives you a deadpan look, finishing off his champagne in a swift gulp.Â
"Darling, I could be fresh out of the lou off my sixth line and I still wouldn't forget those hideous things." He leans in, staring at you intensely. His eyes fall to your lips, then gaze into yours again, flickering with lust, a desperation to taste. "Please? I'm curious."
And after hearing the want in his voice, you have to say you are, as well.
Obliging him, you surge forward, and kiss him back. You start to make out with your friend, climbing into his lap, and he moans, sliding his hands up your back. He seems to be in awe of you, the way you kiss, how you feel sitting on him... he suddenly bumps you up a little, and gets up, turning you both around so that heâs on your lap. No one pays you any attention, as most people at this point around the party are doing the same.Â
The poor, poor carpet cleaner.
âThis feels...â Freddie breathes excitedly, and looks down your body, touching his finger down your neck gracefully, âGood. New.â
âMhmm,â you moan, eager to get back to kissing Freddieâs swollen, perfect lips, eager to make him feel good again. He groans in your ear as you tug him closer, grinding the beginning of an erection down against your thigh as he starts to ride you. You both lean in for another kiss, teeth clashing, your hair mixing between your faces, and the two of you fall back on the couch, him overtop of you. You look up sultrily, and feel a hand between his legs, squeezing his growing bulge.
He gasps, eyes wide, and his mouth falls open as he pats your arms. "Bathroom. Now."
You lead him there, and he locks the door. Not five seconds later, there's banging on it.
âOi! Gotta take a piss, yâwankers!â Laughably, itâs Roger, but Freddie doesnât seem to realize this.Â
"There's someone in here!" Freddie calls, "There's another one upstairs, and down the hall!"Â
Drunken mumbling disappears, and you two get back to it. You start to strip, and Freddie looks down at his crotch, waiting. He tries to rub himself, before taking your hands.Â
"Darling, you're magnificent. I may need a little more help, however, before we start."
You look down, and nod, unzipping him and taking his half hard cock into your hand. Itâs not what youâre used to, and itâs definitely not what usually turns you on, but this is strangely different-- itâs almost not as if youâre shagging some man... this is Freddie. You open the drawer of the cabinet, and find lube and a condom, using some of the lube to start jerking him off as you hold him close to you. You bite his neck, making him gasp and shudder, and his hands clutch onto you as you leave love bites down his body. Once you get on your knees, you sigh, batting your eyelashes up at him.Â
"Well, you're definitely not the princess I was hoping to fuck tonight, I'll be honest."
"No," he smirks, "I'm the Queen."
You roll your eyes fondly, and bring your mouth over him, listening to the slutty moans that escape him. About three or so minutes later, he's fully hard, and you get up, bending over. Freddie slots himself behind you, rolls the condom on, and takes a deep breath.
"We are doing this."
"Yep," you giggle, and he clasps your hand as he pushes in, stretching you and making you grin. "Ahh... not bad."
"Not bad," he agrees, and reaches forward tentatively. "Do... would you enjoy it if I... touched them?"
You bite your lip. "You don't have to if it'll ruin it for you." Behind you, your friend looks determined, and reaches forward, hands slotting over your breasts.
"You got on your knees for me, the least I can do is take care of my girl." You feel yourself blush.
"Freddie... I had no idea you were such a generous lover!"
"What could possibly have given you the idea that I wasn't?" Freddie laughs in delight as he pushes back in again, and you snort.
"Your unparalleled humility, maybe."
"Ohh..." he groans, "Oh, that's... lovely..."
"It is," you moan, and grip the counter. "Hold me by my hair."
"Hm?"
"My hair, hold me by it."
He laughs loudly. "You kinky girl! I love it!" Grabbing onto your hair, he tugs your head back, and your back arches as his pace increases. He brings a hand down to lightly smack the side of your ass, and rolls it around in his hand.
"You have a pussy of dreams, my dear," Freddie informs you, and you look back at him.
"That means something, coming from you."
He thrusts again, bites his lip, and you look back, admiring how focused and into it he looks with his eyes screwed shut-- he's really trying to make this good, and looks to be having a good time as well.
"Here it comes, darling," he whispers in your ear, holding your hair still in his fist. You shudder at his hot breath in your ear.
"W-what?" you breathe.
"Your big finish," his lips twitch up, and you're caught between laughing at Freddie's theatrics and coming. Your body decides for you, and you scream his name, pushing back into him as he holds onto you and tosses back his head. Once youâre finished, you turn as Freddie pulls out, and you set a determined gaze on him.Â
âCome here,â you murmur, and take him by the arm, spinning him around so that heâs facing the mirror. You come in behind him, coiling a hand in front of him and reaching down to take his cock in your hand. He sighs softly, head falling back to slot into your shoulder, and he preens as you stroke him, starting slow and picking up.Â
âThatâs... (y/n), darling...â he gasps, barely able to speak.
âShh,â you whisper in his ear, âThatâs my good boy.â
He mumbles something incoherent, and he watches the two of you in the mirror, enamoured and intrigued. He watches where your hand wraps around him, jerking him off, and you grab his ass, squeezing as his hips begin to lift up into your hand, rotating forward.
âClose, love?â you coo, and Freddieâs back arches, hands scrambling for purchase and grabbing onto your arm as he gets closer and closer. Youâre loving how his confident swagger wanes when you have him at your mercy like this-- itâs rare to see Freddie so vulnerable. You watch him, the pleasure in his face, and gently graze your teeth along his jaw, pressing a soft kiss just below his ear, down his neck and leaving a purple hickey as you swipe up over his cock. He gives three short gasps, and lifts up onto his toes as he comes into your hand.Â
After a moment of breathing, you turn him around, and wrap a leg around Freddie's back, reaching up. You two share a kiss, his mustache tickling you, then he sets you down. After fussing and cleaning both of you up, you check his eye makeup, he checks your lipstick, and he holds an arm out.Â
"Now then...â He takes a moment more to catch his breath, grinning, âShall we... make our second entrance then?"
Back in the party, you two take up position where you were on his couch prior.
"Well. I can't say that was the best sex I've ever had." He lazily rolls his head over to you, and tucks his finger under your chin, stroking. "But it was pretty. Damn. Close."Â
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Continuação da fanfic de ontem (Ben Taylor x Reader.) -> ainda não escolhi um nome bom rs.
Notas:
*Linguagem imprĂłpria, consumo de ĂĄlcool e cigarro.
CapĂtulo 2.1: Filho de peixe, peixinho Ă©.
(S/N) P.O.V
Passamos a tarde inteira adiantando o churrasco, temperamos a carne, cortamos vegetais para os acompanhamentos, colocamos as bebidas para a gelar. No inĂcio da noite estĂĄvamos exaustos.
-(S/N) NUNCA MAIS me deixe fazer uma festa. - Ben reclamou.- Olha o trabalho que dĂĄ... E isso porque contratamos churrasqueiro e pessoas para preparar e servir a comida amanhĂŁ.
-Ă por uma boa causa! NĂŁo se faz 30 anos todos os dias! Vai valer a pena. - Ofereci-lhe um sorriso terno. Ele deu de ombros e sentou-se no sofĂĄ. - Olha se nĂŁo valer a pena, quando a festa acabar e a casa estiver vazia, nĂłs faremos valer... Do NOSSO jeito.
Um sorriso malicioso escapou no canto de sua boca. "Pervertido" comentei e obtive um "Santa do pau oco" como resposta. Jantamos batatas fritas e anéis de cebola e às 20h eståvamos exaustos na cama.
-Benji, sua vez de tomar banho. - Disse saindo do banheiro.
-Ah nĂŁo! Vinte minutinhos, por favor! - Ele resmungou deitado na cama.
-Anda logo! VocĂȘ precisa escolher a sua roupa de amanhĂŁ! NĂŁo pense que te deixarei vestir roupas limpas com o corpo todo suado. - Ele se revirou na cama. - Benjamin, vocĂȘ estĂĄ SUADO!!! Deixa de ser porco!
-Eu tĂŽ exausto!
-Amor, eu sei, mas vai por gentileza tomar seu banho logo, assim vocĂȘ relaxa e escolhemos sua roupa. Quanto antes começar, menos tempo leva para terminar.
-Escolhe a sua, prometo que entro no banho assim que vocĂȘ terminar.
Não prolonguei o assunto, fui até o closet e experimentei a roupa que jå tinha em mente: uma calça jeans confortåvel e um suéter verde-ågua. Ao meu ver, a pesar de simples ficou muito bom. Benji aprovou as duas escolhas de roupa.
-(S/N) VocĂȘ fica linda com qualquer roupa! - Corei. - Mas tem certeza que nĂŁo vai sentir frio com o vestido? - Revirei os olhos com o comentĂĄrio. - A saia dele Ă© curta e o decote vai no seu umbigo. NĂŁo que eu nĂŁo tenha apreciado sua escolha...
- Londres Ă© fria e eu sou quente. - Retruquei sem deixa-lo concluir a Ășltima frase. -Beyrand, eu nĂŁo vou mudar de roupa.
-Eu sei que nĂŁo... - Reclamou erguendo de leve sua sobrancelha, ao mesmo tempo que fazia seu tĂpico biquinho de descontentamento. - Foda-se, tĂŽ nem aĂ. -Resmungou em sussurro assim que eu dei as costas retornando ao closet.
Deixei as duas mudas de roupas separadas junto aos sapatos e acessĂłrios. Vesti uma camisola e deitei-me, Benjamin estava no banho. "Os carros sĂŁo movidos Ă gasolina e os Taylors pela raiva" pensei deixando uma risadinha boba escapar.
Benjamin atravessou o quarto apressado e após alguns minutos retornou ao meu campo de visão mostrando sua escolha. Assenti com a cabeça e ele sumiu novamente. Soltei outra risadinha leve quando um novo comentårio a respeito do mau humor do Ben me veio à mente.
Ele reaparece mostrando a escolha para a noite, eu percebo a mudez causada por sua irritação. Esposas normais respeitariam o momento também economizando nas palavras, mas eu não sou normal.
-NOSSA! FIU FIU FIU FIU!!!!! MAS TĂ MUITO GOSTOSO ESSE HOMEM! -Ele revirou os olhos dando-me as costas, eu continei: - TĂ PERPLEXA COM TAMANHA BELEZA E ELEGĂNCIA. - NĂŁo o tinha em meu campo de visĂŁo mas consigo claramente descrever o modo como se despiu: bufando, sacudindo as peças, sem jamais desfazer o bico.
Vestindo apenas uma calça de moletom cinza ele retorna ao quarto e se deita ao meu lado, dando-me as costas. Por implicùncia havia me coberto com os dois edredom que usamos todas as noites.
- Me dĂĄ o meu edredom. - Ele pediu seco e eu ignorei de propĂłsito, o que fez ele se sentar na cama e puxar o item de mim. Segurei o riso, virei para oposto ao dele e colei nossas costas, me aninhando como um gato irritante, sĂł para ele sentir que eu estava usando a parte de cima de seu moletom como camisola. - Me dĂĄ meu casaco. - Ele pediu depois de alguns minutos e eu fingi dormir. -Me dĂĄ o meu casaco. - Sentado na cama ele me descobriu e me virou de barriga para cima, nĂŁo consegui controlar o riso. - Sua filha da puta.
-Ă meu. - Respondi gargalhando.
-NĂŁo, nĂŁo Ă©. -Ele tentava se manter firme mas sua raiva jĂĄ havia partido. - Meu casaco, anda.
-Vou dormir de calcinha?
-Veste as SUAS roupas. - Disse enquanto eu o entregava o casaco. - Ou melhor, dorme pelada, jĂĄ que "vocĂȘ Ă© quente". - ironizou.
A preguiça me fez adormecer apenas de calcinha. Certamente, passei frio, pois ao amanhecer estava aninhada ao Ben e sob as duas cobertas. No visor do celular constava 08:26.
- ParabĂ©ns pra vocĂȘ... nessa data querida... - Bem abriu os olhos mas ainda nĂŁo estava acordado - Muitas felicidades ..... Muitos anos de vida! - Cantarolei suavemente em seu ouvido. Ele esfregou os olhos, bocejou e sorriu.
-Humm obrigada! - Disse fofo me dando um selinho. - SĂŁo que horas?
-Quase oito e meia.
-Nunca mais eu faço festa, juro. - Cobriu seu rosto com as mãos suspirando. - Eu só quero dormir, tÎ exausto!
- Vamos levantar, tomar um café especial, nos arrumar e esperar sua mãe chegar, certamente ela vai chegar mais cedo que seus irmãos . - Benjamim suspirou e virou-se lateralmente para levantar, dando alguns suspiros preguiçosos. Eu levantei mais råpido e me dei conta da minha nudez.
- Eita que o café hoje é na cama! - Disse divertido, vindo em minha direção, fazendo-me rir.
-Awnn deixa pra noite. - Disse manhosa enquanto ele me abraçava e beijava meu pescoço. - Por favorzinho, amor.
-Eu sou o aniversarian..
-Mas eu tÎ cansadinha, amor - Cortei-o fazendo biquinho e ele me imitou debochando. - A noite estaremos mais relaxados depois da festa. Por enquanto estamos preocupados com a organização.
-Esse seu olhar de cachorro abandonado derrete qualquer um, viu? - Eu sorri convencida - Me aguarde.... - Prometeu com uma sobrancelha arqueada e um sorriso malicioso no canto da boca, dando-me um tapa nas nĂĄdegas.
Saà de seus braços rindo e vesti a primeira roupa que vi pela frente, um vestido azul celeste da Pólo. A campainha tocou, fazendo Benjamin sair do quarto na frente. Segui para cozinha e preparei dois smoothies de morango, coloquei-os de volta ao freezer e iniciei o preparo de panquecas doces.
- O cheiro estå indo longe! - Exclamou Ben ao entrar na cozinha, espiando o que estava na panela. Ele se sentou e escolheu uma banana como entrada para o café. Arrumei o prato dele com 4 panquecas, alguns morangos em rodelas e pus mel por cima de tudo. - Nossa! Master chefe! - Disse batendo palminha.
- Espera o smoothie e posta uma foto no Insta. - Sugeri enquanto servia nossos copos. - Prontinho!
-Agora sim! - Ele pegou o celular e fotografou a refeição. - Agora olha pra cå! - Apontou a camera em minha direção.
-Ah Benjamin, nĂŁo!! Eu nĂŁo estou arrumada.
- TĂĄ linda, (S/N), da um sorrisinho, vai.
-NĂŁo. -Ele bateu a foto assim mesmo, eu revirei os olhos. - VocĂȘ Ă© surdo? -Perguntei com um pouco menos de paciĂȘncia e ele riu.
-Ficou linda! - Resmunguei em resposta um "babaca" - Ă muito satisfatĂłrio saber que nĂŁo sou o Ășnico esquentadinho por aqui. - Colocou um pedaço de panqueca tĂŁo grande na boca que mal conseguia mastigar. - Ah, nĂŁo! Eu me esqueci... VocĂȘ nĂŁo Ă© esquentadinho, Ă© "quente". - Debochou. Ele vai implicar com essa frase atĂ© eu soltar outra pĂ©rola.
Peguei uma banana para acompanhar o smoothie.
- Eu nĂŁo sei como vocĂȘ vai se virar no churrasco hoje... - Ele se referia ao fato de eu ser vegetariana.
- Pedi ao bufĂȘ algumas opçÔes vegetarianas e veganas. Assim eu e seu tio Bri nĂŁo morreremos de fome - Pisquei para ele. - Ah! as panquecas nĂŁo fugirĂŁo, pode por quantidades menores na boca, para saborear melhor. Ele nĂŁo conseguia responder entĂŁo sĂł piscou de volta.
Passamos o resto da manhĂŁ de preguiça, ajudamos os decoradores a tomarem algumas decisĂ”es, e ao meio dia eles terminaram o serviço. O almoço estava com a base pronta, mas estĂĄvamos esperando a famĂlia do Ben chegar para assar as carnes.
Acabei de me arrumar e sentei na varanda onde terminei de pentear meu cabelo. Escutei um barulho de carro estacionando na calçada. Levantei-me e gritei para o interior da casa, sem a certeza de que seria ouvida: "OOH BEEEN, SUA MĂE CHEGOU!".
Abri o portĂŁo e recebi minha sogra e cunhada.
-(S/N), quanto tempo, querida! - Dominique me abraçou brincando.
-Desde o ano passado! - Rory entrou na piada da mĂŁe. - E aĂ, tudo bem? - Disse me abraçando.
- Tudo Ăłtimo! Entrem! Benji tĂĄ terminando de se arrumar. - Avisei-as enquanto elas entravam.
- Ăs cinco ele desce para o chĂĄ. - Minha sogra Ă© uma das pessoas mais descontraĂdas que conheço, estĂĄ sempre de bem com a vida fazendo piadas e brincadeiras. No entrando nĂŁo significa que ela nĂŁo tenha uma personalidade forte, aliĂĄs, toda a famĂlia do Ben Ă© do "Balacobaco". - Nunca vi ser tĂŁo vaidoso assim.
- FĂ©lix e Jo jĂĄ estĂŁo a caminho? - Perguntei enquanto caminhĂĄvamos para sala.
- Ih, nĂŁo sei! - Disse gesticulando com as mĂŁos. - Ele mandou mensagem, Rory?
- Deixa eu ver aqui. - Ela conferiu o celular. -Ah! As onze e um pouquinho Jo disse que estavam começando a se arrumar, mas que chegariam um pouco atrasados.
- Que atrasado nada! Vamos esperar eles chegarem, tem bastante coisa para enganar o estÎmago até o almoço. Fiquem a vontade para pegar o que quiserem. - Ofereci-lhes.
-Obrigada! Eu vou pegar uma Coca. - Rory demorava um pouco para se sentir confortåvel em qualquer lugar que fosse, porém ao pegar confiança mudava completamente se tornando divertida e brincalhona . - Vai querer, mãe?
- Coca Ă© bebida que se pĂ”e em mamadeira, eu quero cachaça! Ălcool, alcohol, alcooliseĂ©... - Rimos. Enquanto ela puxava um cigarro, Rory foi atĂ© a coxinha pegar sua Coca e eu me levantei para pegar a bebida da minha sogra.
- Vinho, cerveja, champanhe, conhaque, vodka...
-Ih filha, aĂ vocĂȘ me complica! Eu vou começar pela cervejinha mesmo, mas pode ficar tranquila que eu vou experimentar de tudo! - Benjamim desceu as escadas. - Olha aĂ (S/N) a borboleta saiu do casulo!!
Peguei duas cervejas, famĂlia unida, bebe unida, e essa famĂlia bebe... Ah como a gente bebe! Ben e Dominique se cumprimentavam na sala, a piada sobre a data foi refeita e Ben aproveitou para reclamar de ter nascido em 02/01.
-O ano mal começou e vocĂȘ jĂĄ me expulsou da sua barriga. Ainda diz que me ama...
-Gosto da data tanto quanto vocĂȘ... - Ela revirou os olhos tragando seu cigarro. - Opa! - Exclamou ao ver a cerveja. Entreguei-lhes as bebidas e sentei-me ao lado de Ben. - Duvido se eu tivesse seu corpinho eu nĂŁo tava no colo dele. - Ela comentou.
-Deixa de ser safada, mulher. - Rory implicou, sentando-se na poltrona reclinĂĄvel. - Tem idade para isso mais nĂŁo!
- Ah vocĂȘ que pensa! - Tragada - Olha, vocĂȘs sĂŁo jovens tem mais Ă© que fazer merda mesmo, ih.... VĂĄrias, uma cagada atrĂĄs da outra, porque depois dĂłi a coluna. Vai beber nada nĂŁo, (S/N)
- Estou tranquila por enquanto, daqui a pouco eu vou ali fazer uma caipirinha pra gente.
-Puta merda, aquilo Ă© bom de mais. - Tomou um gole de cerveja, Ben a imitou e me ofereceu a garrafinha, recusei. - Faz um balde sĂł para mim!
Eu tenho pena de quem nĂŁo tem uma sogra como a Dominique! Eu e Jo temos muita sorte de tĂȘ-la como "mother-in-law". Batemos um papo descontraĂdo regado de cerveja, risada e confissĂ”es. Fiz a caipirinha e fomos para o quintal, onde colocamos as carnes para assar .
FĂ©lix chegou com sua esposa e com os enteados, Henry, de 8 anos e David de 5. Benjamin os recebeu e os cumprimentou, depois os trouxe para junto do grupo.
-Porra vocĂȘs sĂŁo cachaceiros pra caramba, hein!!!
-Ah e vocĂȘ Ă© um santo! - Dominique debochou com uma expressĂŁo engraçada, ela jĂĄ estava um pouco mais alterada - Do pau oco - acrescentou voltando a beber (algo que eu jĂĄ nĂŁo fazia mais ideia do que era) nos fazendo rir.
-Olha as crianças, mamãe! - Ele alertou rindo, se aproximando para cumprimentar a mãe com um abraço. Repetiu o gesto com Rory e depois comigo. - Espero que não se importe com as crianças. - Disse baixo e sério para mim, com um pouco de preocupação.
-Adoro crianças! Deixa eles livres pelo quintal! LĂĄ naquele quartinho tem uns brinquedos do meu afilhado, pode deixar eles brincarem, bola, bicicleta, skate... SĂł deixar a bagunça rolar. Daqui a pouco ele estĂĄ aĂ. - FĂ©lix e Jo me agradeceram educadamente. - AliĂĄs, amor vamos lĂĄ buscar o Andrew, rapidinho antes do almoço.
- CLARO! - Ben Ă© apaixonado pelo nosso afilhado de 4 anos. - Manda uma mensagem para mĂŁe dele para ver se ele jĂĄ estĂĄ pronto, enquanto eu tiro o carro.
Assim fizemos e em 30 minutos estĂĄvamos reunidos na mesa para almoçarmos. Fizemos a maior farra por um discurso de agradecimento apĂłs a oração (tem que haver equilĂbrio). Dominique foi a primeira a falar, o discurso foi do jeitinho dela, sincero e divertido.
- E OLHA, VOCĂS NĂO VĂM COM CIĂMES NĂO, PORQUE EU AMO TODOS VOCĂS! NO ANIVERSĂRIO DE VOCĂS EU FALO DE VOCĂS! PODE BATER PALMA ! - NĂłs rimos e aplaudimos, como ela pediu, FĂ©lix ainda soltou uns assobios altos. Ben a abraçou, os dois estavam emocionados, umas lĂĄgrimas saĂram dos olhos da mĂŁe, e Ben tentou ficar firme porque era sua vez de falar.
- Eu vou começar pelos meus irmĂŁos. FĂ©lix, Rory eu amo vocĂȘs. VocĂȘs sĂŁo meus parceiros no crime, meus herĂłis, confidentes, estiveram nos meus piores momentos. Jo, vocĂȘ Ă© uma Ăłtima cunhada, obrigada por completar nossa famĂlia e nos trazer dois sobrinhos fantĂĄsticos! - Ben fez o sĂmbolo do Rock'n Roll com as mĂŁos para os meninos e eles o corresponderam fazendo poses e caretas engraçadas. - Andrew, o dindinho ama muuuiitooo vocĂȘ! - Andrew levantou das minhas pernas e correu para abraçar Ben, pulando em seu colo. Ben o abraçou firme e beijou sua testa. - VocĂȘ Ă© o meu garoto favorito no mundo! Nosso melhor presente, sĂł Deus sabe o quanto o dindo e a dinda oraram e ainda oram por vocĂȘ. - Isso Ă© verdade, Andrew Ă© o Ășnico motivo das oraçÔes de Benjamin. - Seremos parceiros para o resto da vida, atĂ© mesmo quando vocĂȘ nĂŁo couber mais no meu colo. - Ben beijou-o novamente, e uma lĂĄgrima escorreu do seu olho direito, todos ficaram derretidos com a dupla. Andrew pediu para descer e correu em minha direção, voltando a sentar no meu colo. Ele Ă© nosso chicletinho.
-Ih Ă© agora, hein! - Exclamou Felix enquanto Ben tomava um gole de sua caipirinha, para se recuperar e se preparar para a Ășltima parte do discurso. -Cuidado, Benjamin Taylor... Olha lĂĄ o que vai dizer... - Brincou o primogĂȘnito, com uma expressĂŁo divertida, fazendo todos rirem.
- Olha a hora! Temos crianças no ambiente. Putaria é só depois da meia noite! - Completou Rory na mesma vibe.
Ben ficou vermelho e eu dei uma leve corada, mas estava grata por terem descontraĂdo o clima novamente.
-Vai, meu filho, desembucha logo que eu quero comer o pavĂȘ. - Dominique o apressou com seus gestos espalhafatosos e jeito divertido.
- Se a minha querida famĂlia permitir.... - Ele começou fingindo estar bravo, sabĂamos que era brincadeira dele e Dominique acrescentou "TĂĄ permitido! Vai!" - Obrigado, mĂŁe. - Sorriu e logo depois pigarreou tomando um tom sĂ©rio - (S/N), Eu sĂł tenho a agradecer por ter vocĂȘ ao meu lado. - "Awn" coletivo - VocĂȘ me faz muito feliz, muito mesmo, eu amo tudo em vocĂȘ, atĂ© mesmo quando vocĂȘ me irrita, eu continuo te amando. VocĂȘ faz de mim um homem muito melhor e sempre me ajuda a manter meus demĂŽnios longe. - Ele pausou quando uma lĂĄgrima escorreu de seus olhos. Ele a secou o mais de pressa possĂvel mas outra lĂĄgrima desceu tambĂ©m, eu imediatamente fui atĂ© ele e o abracei. Nossa famĂlia comemorou fazendo a maior algazarra.
Senti suas lågrimas durante o abraço e suspirei em seu ouvido um "eu te amo", e ao meu ouvido ele sussurou : " eu também te amo, obrigado por ser minha e estar sempre comigo", nos beijamos e o pessoal vibrou mais alto. Paramos o beijo por timidez, Ben chamou nosso afilhado com a mão e ele correu para nos abraçar.
-AĂ OH!! FAMĂLIA VAI CRESCER DEPOIS DESSA! - FĂ©lix botou pilha.
- CINCO MINUTINHOS NO BANHEIRO PROS DOIS. ME DA O MENINO AQUI - Rory berrou mais alto que FĂ©lix. Ben e eu entramos na zoeira, retornamos aos nossos lugares Ă mesa.
-CINCO MINUTOS Ă FODA... - Ben reclamou e geral riu.
-Tem que ser seis. - Acrescentei baixo.
-WOWWWWW ! Rory e FĂ©lix quase caĂram da cadeira de tanto rir. E respectivamente cada um acrescentou: " CARALHO, VOCĂ DORMIA SEM ESSA" ; " IrmĂŁo, eu nĂŁo deixava isso nĂŁo". Os dois demoraram a parar de rir.
- Isso Ă© porque vocĂȘ me ama... - Disse Ben com falsa tristeza. - NĂŁo quero saber o que faria se me odiasse.
Servimos a sobremesa entre gargalhadas. As crianças estavam sem entender nada e puséram-se a correr pelo quintal assim que acabaram suas fatias de doce. Nós adultos permanecemos com churrasco, ålcool, risada e cigarro para os dois fumantes .
Ben estava radiante com a presença de sua familia, aquela era a definição de "estar rodeado de quem amamos", todos que estavam ali o amavam verdadeiramente, mas ainda havia um assunto muito delicado a se resolver.
-(S/N), Vem cå por favor. - Chamou-me Dominique para um canto afastado dos demais - Benjamin falou com Roger sobre o churrasco? - Ela perguntou desconfiada, porque conhecia bem a relação dos dois.
- Sim, ele falou. Ma - Ela me interrompeu, tirando conclusÔes precipitadas.
- Roger Ă© um filho da puta de primeira linha, PĂSSIMO marido, PĂSSIMO filho mas ĂTIMO pai. - Ela disse tragando seu cigarro. - Benjamin, dos 6 filhos Ă© o que mais parece com ele em nĂvel de personalidade, eu realmente tenho minhas dĂșvidas sobre a realização do convite. - Insinuou intrigada- O Roger nunca deixou de ir a evento nenhum dos filhos. De duas uma: ou ele nĂŁo foi convidado, ou o Benjamin fez alguma merda muito grande. - Ela apagou o cigarro no meu vaso de planta- Como nenhuma reclamação do Roger chegou ao meu ouvido, eu ponho a mĂŁo no fogo pela nĂŁo realização do convite.
-O Benjamin convidou o Sr. Roger, mas para chegar apenas na festa, junto com os demais convidados. Ben realmente queria ter esse tempo sĂł com vocĂȘs. - Expliquei e recebi um olhar de desconfiança em troca. - Ele nunca fala do pai comigo, assim, sobre a relação deles, fala uma ou duas coisas superficiais, fala dos irmĂŁos mas se abrir sobre a relação deles nunca.
- O Ben tem a pĂ©ssima mania de tomar assunto que nĂŁo Ă© dele. Capricornianos, vocĂȘ sabe como Ă©. - Assenti com a cabeça - Ele nunca aceitou que meu casamento com o pai dele era contrato, era apenas pra nĂŁo deixar as trĂȘs crianças na merda. Na cabeça dele ou casa ou nĂŁo. E outra. O Benjamin nasceu no final da nossa relação, Roger e eu estĂĄvamos bĂȘbados, acabou acontecendo, ele jĂĄ atĂ© namorava a Debbie. - Nunca imaginei que ela conversaria comigo sobre esse assunto. - AĂ o Benjamin nĂŁo viu o amor que eu e Roger tĂnhamos um pelo outro, nĂŁo como o FĂ©lix e Rory, na cabeça dele o Roger Ă© totĂł babaca, e isso nĂŁo Ă© verdade.
-O que o Sr. Roger acha do Ben? - Perguntei perplexa.
- Acha que Ă© xerox dele. Ele brinca que em 1990 ele se dividiu em dois, a alma dele foi pro Benjamin e o corpo pro Ruffus. - Demos uma risadinha tensa - Desde pequeno, mesmo jeitinho do pai, acho que essa semelhança de personalidade acabou os afastando durante a adolescĂȘncia. AtĂ© porque na infĂąncia eles se davam muito bem, passavam horas os trĂȘs, Roger, Ruffus e Ben, tocando bateria. - Sorri ao lembrar da tarde anterior e das expressĂ”es de Ben.
-Pior que Ă© igual a forma como tocam. - Comentei.
- Sempre foi... Sou suspeita para falar, mas o Benjamin toca melhor que o Ruffus, o prĂłprio pai fala, aprendeu mais rĂĄpido e tinha mais jeito, a energia, nĂ©... - Ela parecia um pouco entristecida em suas Ășltimas palavras. - Ă muito triste ver o quanto eles se afastaram, eram tĂŁo amigos... - Suspirou. - O Roger desistiu de tentar ser Ăntimo dele, sabe?! Pra ele "contando que o Benjamin nĂŁo falte com respeito para com ele ou com os irmĂŁos, estĂĄ tudo certo."
Ficamos em silĂȘncio digerindo o que foi dito.
-Eu vou me arrumar, porque vai ter fila no banheiro. - Ela brincou. - Faça o mesmo, a primeira dama tem que estar linda! - Sorri e nos afastamos.
Todos os convidados entraram para se arrumar, o pessoal que contratamos para trabalhar durante a festa chegaram e arrumaram a bagunça do almoço, 8 anos casada com Ben e ainda não me acostumei à essa vida de rica.
#Bohap#bohap movie#bohap cast#queen#queen band#queenfanclub#ben hardy#ben x reader#roger taylor#john deacon#brian may#freddie mercury#joe mazzello#rami malek#remi malek#gwilym lee
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Who even is Galileo? đ
#bohemian rhapsody#ben hardy#roger taylor#remi malek#freddie mercury#joseph mazzello#john deacon#gwilym lee#brian may#queen#movie#music
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Hereâs a sneak peak of the angst filled Maylor/Deacury AU nobody asked for yet Iâm working on anyway đ€·đ»ââïžđ
Thoughts? Feedback? Questions? Anything?
Itâs all welcomed and appreciatedâ€ïžđ
Roger Meddows Taylor-May watchâs out his second story bedroom window, watching his husband of ten years have a water gun fight with their twins, chasing after their son, scooping him up in a bear hug as their daughter empties her faux gun onto the boys. He smiled to himself as they fall to the ground in laughter.
âItâs only a little creepy when you stare down at them like that ya know, Darling?â Roger turns around abruptly, startled to see Freddie there, grinning at him as he takes a few steps forward. âFred?â Roger breaths out. Somewhere in his mind he knows this is a dream, he knows Freddie was killed in 1944.
âYou know the ones who leave are never really gone.â Itâs John, he knows the voice from anywhere, John who was so destroyed over Freddieâs death, he cut himself off from the world, cut himself off from Roger and Brian, and died himself a year later from starvation due to not eating, Roger was the one to find him.
Roger burst into tears as he sinks to the ground where he stands, his heaving breaths and shaky sobs alert Brian who was already halfway up the stairs. âRoger?!â He calls when he finally makes it to their bedroom, their twins chasing shortly behind. âLove, itâs okay.â He pulls his husband into his arms, rocking them back and forth, rubbing soothing circles across his back.
#queen#maylor#deacury#rodger taylor#brian may#john deaky#john deacon#john richard deacon#froger#freddie mercury#remi malek#ben hardy#gwylim lee#joseph mazzello#bohemian rapsody movie#borhrap#bohemian rapsody cast#bohemian rhapsody#archive of our own#ao3fic#angst#im evil#this hurts me alot to write#it wont get out of my head#its not gonna get very popular#ive accepted my fate#its okay#ill stop now
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Anyway bisexual isnât a bad word.
#bisexual#bisexuality#remi malek#freddie mercury#oscars#bohemian rhapsody#magnus bane#shadowhunters#sh#bi#bi rep#bi representation#bisexual representation#lgbt#lgbt representation#lgbt rep#lgbtq representation#bi erasure#bisexual erasure
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Ben hardy ladies and ladies
#ben hardy#bohemian rhapsody#borhap#joe mazzello#remi malek#gwilym lee#brian may#roger taylor#freddie mercury#john deacon#danisnotonfire#amazingphil#dan howell#phil lester#twenty Ăžne pilĂžts#tyler joseph#dan and phil#soft boy#the gabbie show#soft edits#brendon urie#panic! at the disco#josh dun#patrick stump#fall out boy#pewdepie#pete wentz#tom hiddleston#tom holland
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meeting b.m hc
gwilym lee x reader
okay so i wrote this like how i speak and type, so if the grammar mistakes and inconsistency with acronyms and shortened words kill you, donât read it. enjoy!!
okay so i want this to be a story as well but iâm gonna make this super detailed headcanon first
anyways youâre MARRIED TO GWILYM LEE RIGHT
i know, what a dream
so youâre like driving right?
actually, lets start this off in gwilymâs pov
so heâs on the set of borhap
i want to say itâs the first days, like live aid concert scenes
but it could also be when theyâre in the farm recording
i just want it to be somewhere with instruments and stuff
so you (y/n) are out and about, having a girls day with ur bitches, ya feel
and i feel as though i should make it prominent that i have a very specific look for y/n here
if you donât like that, sorry man
uhhh so y/n has a cockney accent, I DONT KNOW WHY DONT COME FOR ME I JUST HAD A COCKNEY ACCENT RESONATING IN MY HEAD WHEN I THOUGHT OF THIS
so she has a cockney accent (if u donât know itâs kind of like jesyâs accent from little mix but you can also watch this)
also your band is a bit unconventional i think
bc yâall like move around what you do
like one day youâll be on guitar and the next youâll be on drums
that whole shabang
so youâre like out and driving about and gwilym is like âlol lemme kill my wifeâ
so he calls you right?
and heâs like âhey baby, whatâre you doing?â
and you pick up and youâre like âhEY LOVE, nothing much just rehearsing with the girls, anyways i FINALLY got the chords in â39 down, like how fuckinâ cool am i???â
and little do you know BRIAN MAY AND ROGER TAYLOR ARE RIGHT BEHIND YOUR VERY ATTRACTIVE HUSBAND SAYING NOTHING
so heâs like oh tight, she can play a very intricate song that i wrote, thatâs pretty rad
and gwilym, the little shit is like âyo are your girls with you?â
and youâre like uhhhh yeah lol why
gwil is like âhEEYYYYYY I HAVE A GREAT IDEA. WHAT IF you came onto set and just played it for usâ
and youâre like uhhhh why??? is it in the movie?
and heâs like uh yeah sure the entire cast wants to hear it
youâre saying in your head âwhat the fuck???? who allowed this man to make decisions???â
and he KNOWS that he canât make you come onto set without another push so he brings out the big guns
âhey, brian may is coming onto set todayâ
LITTLE DO YOU KNOW JOE IS TO THE SIDE VIDEOTAPING THE ENTIRE INTERACTION
SO UNKNOWINGLY YOU SCREECH ON THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS
and brian may is like holy shit sheâs got a set of pipesÂ
so youâre like whimpering like uncontrollably and youâre like âholyshitholyshitholyshit youâre my heroâ
and brian THE WONDERFUL MAN finally speaks up
and heâs like âhello, y/n how are you today?â
and you SCREECH AGAIN
one of your bandmates take the phone and is like âsorry mr. may, y/n in inconsolable rn, weâd love to come in to play you what we haveâ
and then in the background of the phone, very clearly next to your very loud and high-pitched whimpers are just your other bandmates SCREAMING
while weâre here letâs give them names
so thereâs you,,,, crysanthemum (crys (chris), crysti, santhe???, mummy fOR SURE)
aaliya?? (a-lie-yuh) (ao maybe ali, liya (leah))
and,,,, lilliana (lilli, ana, liana, lilâ ana, anal if theyâre being little shits to eachother lmao)
cool got that out of the way, letâs say that mummy answers the phone and says that and the rest are freaking out in the background
letâs reiterate that JOE MAZZELLO IS VIDEOTAPING IN THE BACKGROUND
so once mummy is like âlol weâre in studio rn and itâs a half an hour drive but weâll be there in 15âł
the borhap guys are all around rehearsing and just hangin about and then you and the ladies FINALLY ARRIVE
and so you get on the stage/in the âstudioâ and youâre all looking around in awe
but iâm just gonna say that if theyâre in the wembley stadium, theyâre not in awe of the stage bc theyâre TALENTED WOMEN AND THEYâVE ALREADY PERFORMED IN THERE
if anything theyâre in awe of THE OLD MEN WHO WERE ONCE THE HOTTEST MEN IN THE WORLD NOT TO MENTION THE MOST TALENTED
so you all get there with your equipment, well not the drums but youâve got the bass and a tambourine, and a FUCKING 12-STRING
anyways you get there and gwil like attacks you with hugs and kisses because iâm SOFT
and joe has his phone out again videotaping this
and the borhap set is like!!!! besties!!!! because youâre all besties and you all love and support each other
and then FINALLY BRIAN MAY and ROGER TAYLOR MAKE THEIR WAY TO YOU AND ARE LIKEÂ âhow are you, loveâ
and you just start crying and blubbering like a fool and they hug you and theyâre like
âaw itâs okay loveâ
and youâre like !!!!
THEY SMELL SO FUCKING GOOD
anyways after they let go brian is like âso i heard that you perfected â39âłÂ
and youâre like âwuhwuhwwuhwuh iwouldnâtsayiperfectedit BUT itâs not half badâ
so heâs just like âshow me what youâve gotâ
and so you and the gals go and set up (who wouldâve known they used actual real amps on the set)
and brian and roger are to the side, brian smiling at you comfortingly and roger is brooding as per usual (but heâs in a good mood, you can tell)
so you count down, â1...2...3...â
and YOU GO OFF SIS
LIKE YOU STRUM TO YOUR HEARTâS DESIRE HOLY SHIT
hold on lemme see if i can find a 12-string cover on yt
okay iâve got this gal but imagine that sheâs with 3 other girls, xxxx
so youâre not the only one singing though bc yâall swap parts
so you guys like harmonize and shit but youâre almost the one thatâs primarily singing
uh letâs say that mummy is on bass, ali is on supporting 6-string, ana is on tambourine/stomping VERY LOUDLY/kick drum, and ofc youâre ON THE LEGENDARY 12-STRING
and so YOUâRE ALSO THE ONE HITTING THOS GD HIGH NOTES BC YOUâRE TALENTED AND WONDERFUL AND BC YOUR VOICE HAS MANY OCTAVES JUST AS FREDDIE DOES OR AS PERRIE EDWARDS HAS (take a look at little mixâs perrie and her octave range, itâs pretty impressive)
and so when you hit those fucking notes roger and brian are like
and so once youâre done everyone applauds you guys bc as i said before you guys are so talented
and i guess joe finishes off by recording you like squatting down, covering your mouth crying happily at the accomplishment of PLAYING THAT FUCKING DIFFICULT ASS SONG
and like the video cuts off right after brian and roger like clap and hug all the girls bc daaaaaaaamn
that shit was hard with a capital H
i guess thats it lol
the end
a/n hello this is my first queen fic/hc but i hope yâall like it. queen fandom is a lot nicer and open than any other fanbase iâve been apart of which I LOVE. anyways i was planning to make this into a fic if you liked this. i also want to make a fic/hc of how you and gwil met but if you want that to be completely different, in no way involving this then i could do that as well. i could also do one about brian may (iâm not gonna say borhap!brian bc letâs be honest, they both look exactly the same) or roger taylor (borhap! or rela life bc i think both are A SNACC) um iâll also open up a taglist why not, so taglist is now OPEN. iâll have one for permanant queen!fics and lists for specific members. i wrote all of this in like an hour so i hope itâs not that too much of trash. anyways, have a nice day/night!!! LOVE YOU ALL
#bohemian rhapsody#bohemian rhapsody movie#roger taylor x reader#roger taylor#brian may x reader#brian may#john deacon x reader#john deacon#freddie mercury#joe mazzello x reader#joe mazzello#gwilym lee x reader#gwilym lee#ben hardy x reader#ben hardy#remi malek x reader#remi malek#queen#fanfic#headcanon
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Iâm back from watching bo rhap again and my love for ben hardy as roger taylor is even worse. I had erased the another one bites the dust part where heâs playing drums with the cigarette in his mouth. That scene changed me wow.
#that scene made me all hot and bothered tbh#ben hardy#roger taylor#queen#bohemian rhapsody#bo rhap#gwilyn lee#brian may#joe mazzello#john deacon#freddie mercury#remi malek
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Whatâs Queen?
Part of 100 Days of Marvel
Prompt 58: Whatâs Queen?
A/N: Literally a co-worker of mine asked this question, then the rest of us (manager included) started singing Bohemian Rhapsody. Reader and Peter are adopted siblings being âforcedâ to listen to the entire Queen Discography.
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A simple question turned into a five hour lecture.Â
You and your (adopted) brother, Peter, watched your father lounging in the armchair across from you, while the music filled the room.
âYou know you deserved this right?â Peter muttered to you
âHow is it my fault? All I did was ask a question.â you shrugged
âA stupid question. Who doesnât know who Queen is?â
âHush, youâre missing the lesson.â Tony pressed a finger to his lips then hummed along to the music
You sunk further into the couch, texting Pepper and Stephen telling them youâd been held captive by Tony for the last few hours while he played nothing but Queen music. Pepper read it but didnât reply and Stephen just asked which song you were listening to currently.
âDad not that I donât appreciate what youâre teaching us, but Iâm suppose to meet with Dr. Banner in the lab.â Peter told him âBesides itâs (Y/N) that needs to be here for this.â
âTraitor.â you flicked him in the ear
âI say both of you need to be here for this.â Tony jabs a finger in your direction âI canât believe Iâve been raising such uncultured beings.â
âI speak several languages.â
âAnd yet you canât recite a single Queen song in any of them.â
You groan and fall back onto the couch. Together the three of you sat there, you felt a bit left out when Peter and Tony half sing to a few of the songs that didnât register in your memory. And even more left out when they began belting out notes to âKiller Queenâ
âThank Thor Iâm adopted.â
âCome on, not one song?â Peter asked
âNo, I donât know any of these. I mean theyâre good songs, but I donât know them.âÂ
âOkay, time for the big guns.â Tony said âFRIDAY, play Bohemian Rhapsody.â
Peter gasped softly. âYes.â
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see...
Peter stood on top of the coffee table.
âIâm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy.â he sings along while Tony came in on the background notes. You start to half hum along, the words slowly coming back to you, and once the piano keys start you get a sense of familiarity.
âI know this one. I know this one!â you smiled, getting up and extending a hand to Peter âMama, just killed a man, put my gun against his head-â
âPulled my trigger now heâs dead. Mama, life had just begun-âÂ
âAnd now Iâve gone and thrown it all away!â Tony belted out
Together you all sang off key and loudly. Pepper and Stephen stepped into the living room, watching the scene in front of them. You and Peter holding imaginary microphones while Tony âconductedâ you. Out of all the things to walk in one this was by far the safest thing theyâve witnessed, and Pepper knew Tony since his playboy days.
âDo we stop them?â Stephen looked to herÂ
âHell no, I love this song.â she removed her heels and rushed over to join them in time for the guitar solo
âIâm not gonna do it.â he shook his head but continued to watch from the doorway, soon her found himself humming along âScaramouch, Scaramouch will you do the Fandango.â
Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me
âGallileo..â Pepper sang then points to you
âGallileo...â you sang back
âGallileo...âÂ
âGallileo.âÂ
âGallileo, figaro, magnifico!â Peter joined in, now on the wall
I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Together the five of you continued to sing and dance around the living room, twirling and playing air instruments.
Easy come easy go will you let me go Bismillah, no we will not let you go, let him go Bismillah, we will not let you go, let him go Bismillah, we will not let you go, let me go
Stephen and Tony stood back to back singing the operatic background. Pepper letting her hair loose and wildly bobbing her head. Peter continued to scale the walls, normally heâd be reprimanded for it, but they were willing to let it slide for this one time. While you took over the lead vocals.
âSo you think you can stop me and spit in my eye.â You jumped on the couch, high fiving Peter who was now dangling from the ceiling âSo you think you can love me and leave me to die. Oh baby, can't do this to me baby. Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.â
Steve, Sam, Natasha and Clint followed the loud music into the living room to see all of you wildly dancing and jumping around to the music. Peter jumped down from the ceiling, throwing an arm around your shoulders and swaying to the last few notes of the song.
âHowâs the Queen lesson going?â Clint asked
âNever better.â Tony grinned and pulled you into a hugÂ
âWhatâs Queen?â Steve asked
Everyone turned to him, shocked not not truly caught off guard, he was frozen for seventy years.
âYou got this one?â Tony asks you, nodding his head towards Steve
âHell yeah.â
#bohemian rhapsody#queen#freddy mercury#killer queen#tony stark#peter parker#stephen strange#dr. strange#pepper potts#pepperony#avengers endgame#100 days of productivity#marvel#marvel au#captain marvel#steve rogers#music#waynesworld#remi malek
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PERFECTION!
They are so similar, yet unique in their own way...
#queen#roger taylor#bohemian rhapsody#brian may#john deacon#ben hardy#freddy mercury#joe mazzello#borhap#gwylim lee#remi malek
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Bohemian Rhapsody (2018)
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Siempre lo he amado cĂłmo BenjamĂn, no he visto Señor robot, pero estoy segura que igual actĂșa bien allĂ.
#bohemian rhapsody#bohemian rapsody movie#freddy mercury#remi malek#crepĂșsculo#twilight fandom#the twilight saga#twilight#benjamin
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That's my first FanFiction, hope you enjoy it! I'm not fluent in English, so I'm sorry for my mistakes.
Imigrant (Joe X FemReader)
Youâre sitting with your son, at your house's sofa, waiting for your husband to back with the dinner.
- Mom, dad is taking forever!. â He says really annoyed.
-Darling, you need to be a little more pacient! â you reply him gently, trying to calm him down but looking into his light brown eyes you see that he's hungry, and couldnât wait no longer (just as he's dad). â Dad must be in the way home, arriving soon.
You stand up from the sofa and kiss your son's wavy dark blond hair. You move to the kitchen in order to set the dinners table.
As soon as you finish you hear the door open and you husband asking your son to help him.
-MAMA! Dad's home! â Your baby said coming to the kitchen to put the Coke on the table and then taking a sit.
Your husband just did the same, but with the dinner's bags.
-Dinner!! -The hungry kid finally give a big smile - I thought I'll die before having it!
-What have we already told you about this words ? -Your husband said seriously.
- Sorry, dad.
-Just an expression, Joey. Donât be mad. -You tried to broke the little heavy atmosphere, while you serve your kid.
-I donât care, that's not a nice thing to say, or play. Death is not a joke.
Joe is rarely angry, by the way, something really bad need to happen to mad him. You need to know what happened that night, but you wouldnât ask during the dinner to avoid increase the tension.
You all had dinner in silence, your little boy was ashamed and Joe was serious.
- I've finished. â Carefully said the boy.
-Do you want something more, Lucca? â you asked him.
-No, thanks.
-So put you plate, glass and cutlery to wash and go brush your teeth. Mama will soon be in your room to say good night .
As an angel he did what you told him. When he was far enough for not hearing any sound from the kitchen you decided to talk to Joe.
- Babe, what's wrong? â You tried to be carefully as possible.
-Nothing.
-Joey, please... Thatâs not you! What happened? You left home so happy and calm, then you back so different. â You stop eating to look him right to his eyes.
He didnât answer to your question, keeping himself in silence till the last piece of his meal.
-I am full. â He said in a very angry tone.
- Sorry? â You were confuse.
- I canât stand those immigrants. They're trash! Completely trash. Canât even prepare na fast food order. Itâs so simple. Why do they need to be so dumbass??? â He was furious, his eyes where dark in anger. â They just came here to steal our place! To occupy our kids' school, our hospitals and to be one more eating our food!
You couldnât recognise him. He'd never say something like that. Special to you! His words were hurting you. You where holding your tears, but kept pretending you're strong. You wanted to see how far he can go...
-Joseph, they just mistaken your order, do you really need to act like that?
-NOT! WAS NOT ONLY THAT! I AM FULL. FUCKING HELL!! THOSE ASSHOLES ALWAYS DO THAT. THEY MISTAKE EVERYTHING, EVERYTIME AND ANYWHERE!!
-Slow down, Joseph Francis Mazzello. â You said seriously and angry, you said his full name to open his eyes to the fact that heâs from an immigrant family.
-SLOW DOWN? SLOW DOWN? â He stand up, punching the table with all his strength. â Those Latins are fucking the country, canât you see? â He said while he came close to you. He put one of his hands in your cheek, looking you right to your eyes â which probably shows him how disappointed, sad and angry you were about his behaviour. He took some seconds, and said after a deep breath full of frustration: and I also have to deal with an âimmigrant rights defenderâ, I'm definitely fucked.
-No, Joseph, you donât have to deal with an âimmigrant rights defenderâ, you have to deal with a immigrant wife. Or ex, suit your self.
You left him in the kitchen and went to your room, locked the door already crying.
-How could he say that? â You said to your self. â Has he forgotten who I am?
You cried your heart out till you fall asleep, completely hurt and weak .
Joe was at the kitchen, so furious that he didnât wanted to follow you when you left. He just punch the wall two or three times before doing the dishes.
-What happened, dad? â The 7 years old asked him, shy and afraid of his dad's reaction. -Mama's crying .
-We had a little row. â Joe winked at Lucca.
-Why is she crying?
-Pregnancy makes women more sensitive, itâs just that. Donât worry, she'll be fine. -He gave him a kiss on forehead -Now itâs time to good boys go to bed.
- Good night, dad.
-Good night, Lucca. â The boy was leaving the kitchen when Joe remember to say something important â Lucca! â he stopped and look back to his father â Dad loves you!
-So do I, dad!
Joe finished to organise all the kitchen and went to the living room, turning the TV on. He's watching Fast and Furious 5, when a scene reminds him how he met you. It happened on a Holliday, when he was watching a soccer match at MaracanĂŁ Stadium. You were sitting by his side, supporting your team, he got fascinated by you, for his lucky you also appreciated him and accepted his invitation for a beer after the match .
-GODDAMNIT! SHE'S BRAZILIAN â he yelled â Asshole. How could you forget it?
He jumped out the sofa and went to his room, faster as possible. He tried to open the door but it was locked.
-Oh c'mom. -he whispered â Darlinâ?. â knocking the door â Darlinâplease, open it.
You were sleeping, couldnât hear him, after some minutes he left your door backing to the living room, he passed in front of Lucca's room and the door was opened, he put his head inside just to check if everything was ok.
Joe layed down on the sofa, without any blanket or pillow. He closed his eyes feeling the cold wind in his light and soft skin.
It was 3 a.m when he felt something warm in his arms, he opened his eyes facing Lucca.
-Oh, sweetheart! Why not in your bed?
- I had a nightmare. I went to your room but it was locked so I down stairs to drink water and found you here, you were cold, dad, then I brought you a blanket.
Joe sat on the sofa with Lucca's blanked on his back and shoulders, he put him in his lap
_ You are the best thing that ever happened to me, you donât know how your father does love you. You'll only understand when you become a dad too. -Joe was trying not to cry. â I really love you, never forget it . Thank you for being so lovely to me . â He kissed his head while hugging him. Lucca is everything for Joe, he could kill or die for him.
Joseph stand up with his son in arms going to the kid's room. There, he layed him first then layed by his side.
-Let's stay together tonight â He said while covering both with the StarWars blanket.
Lucca quickly felt asleep, and Joe took the opportunity to appreciate his son, he's Joseph's spitting image, even though his hair is a mix of Joe straight hair and (Y/N) dark brown curls.
- You're so perfect, Lucca. -He whispered while lovely stroking his hair. -Can't believe I made you. Please stop growing up so fast. â Joe felt asleep thinking about how could his father be pleased to meet Lucca.
You woke up at 7 a.m, your eyes and face were swollen. You were feeling bad, still hurt by Joeâs behaviour and words. You started to cry again, but in silence.
It was 7:45 when you got strong enough to go to the bathroom to pee and wash your face. You also felt a little bit sick and no longer you vomit all your dinner.
- Oh shit! â you complained.
You brush your teeth and left your bedroom. In the hallway you saw Lucca's door open, so you cold see Joe and Lucca sleeping together. You got closer to them, carefully enough to not make noise. They were in a kind hug, Luccaâs head was in Joeâs chest, the scene melt your heart. You placed your hand in your belly, were baby 2 was, with a smile in your face you left the room.
You decided not to have breakfast, but had to prepare Luccaâs pancakes. Definitely pancakes are the boys' favourite breakfast, but you only prepared it for the younger one.
Chilling at the swimming pool area you hear some laughs coming from the stairs. You took a look inside your house and saw Joe playing airplane with Lucca. They were getting closer to you but donât want to talk to Joe, so you pretend to be watching videos on you cellphone.
-MAMAAA!! â Lucca said in Joeâs arms
-Ooooh â You answer your inside joke. Joe cuddle putting the boy on the floor again. Lucca hugs you â Had a good night? â You asked pulling him to your lap.
-I had a nightmare, but dad helped me. -he said while you were playing with his dark blond waves and small curls.
You kissed his cheek making he smile, Joe noticed that you donât want to talk to him, but still stand close to where you were .
- Thereâre pancakes waiting for you, Lucca.
-Yeahh! â He jumped out your lap, - We love it! â Lucca said holding Joeâs hand pulling him to the kitchen. You follow them, and served Lucca just after he sat .
While you were filling the boyâs glass with juice, Joe was looking to you, waiting for something, he was a bit ashamed, but said nothing. When you finish you left the kitchen.
Lucca stop his meal and pick a plate to Joe, sharing one of his two pancakes with dad.
-Now we are the same! â He said happily, Joe felt something hard in his throat, but made a huge effort to smile .
-Thanks, dude.
They had their pancakes, Lucca go cicle in the yard and Joe started looking for you.
-There you are. â he said, trying to sound nice. - Guess we need to talk.
You were ironing some of your babyâs clothes. You didnât stop to look at Joe, you just ignore him.
-Ok, this way is harder, but you leave me no choices... -You asked God to shut up him â Yesterday was a horrible day, 15 years since my dad left me. â he stop a little, facing the floor. âGod, pleaseâ you prayed. â I was trying hard to be happy and forget about it, but at night, I was hungry, and the attendants from the restaurant annoyed me, I couldnât control myself. I am so ashmed. That wasnât me. I swear. â He was looking to you, waiting any reaction. â Please, look at me, lets talk about it, I wanna apologize, look me in the eyes, please. I hate this. Itâs so bad for me, for Lucca and for our baby. Please, look at me, let me explain myself?
You stoped, turned the iron off and looked at him. He was so handsome, his sad face, rose cheek, red lips, not brushed hair, you really want to kiss him and say âits fineâ.
-Better, thank you. -He said a little sarcastic when you looked into his eyes- (Y/N) I am so sorry, my blood boiled yesterday I couldnât think straight. Sorry for everything you've heard, you didnât deserve. You know, Iâm also imigrant.. â You rolled your eyes â Sorry. I love you. I do really love you. Everything you do is great, look at our family, weâre so blessed. I'm the most blessed man in the world, I have my Brazilian wife, our son, baby two comming, both healthy and loved. I couldnât ask for more. Please forgive me. â He said in a shocked voice â Canât live without your smile, hug and love, I... -You stopped him
- I forgive you. â You said emotionlessly although you were dieing inside. You noticed that your cold-reply made him a little more sad. -Is this all? -Your voice was chocked too.
A tear stream down Joeâs face before he come closer to you. He placed his hands on your waist, making you shiver, he gave you a sweet kiss in your forehead.
- (Y/N) Eu te amo. â You felt few tears falling from his eyes on your skin. He gave you one more forehead kiss. - VocĂȘ ser meu vida. â Joeâs Portuguese was kinda wrong, but you didnât mind, you couldnât hold your tears anymore. -Eu te amo.
-Joey, eu tambĂ©m te amo. â You answer, kissing his lips passionately. Both were crying. Joe's hands grip you firm and yours were in his neck and hair. But no longer you had to stop kissing when Lucca arrive.
-Jesus! â Your son's hands were covering his eyes. Joe blush and cuddle. You felt your face heat but tried to play it cool.
-We've finished â Joe said rolling his eyes in a funny way. Your son discovered his eyes -Come here - Joe called him for a hug. Lucca pulled into his dad's arms, and you 3 hug together.
-Thank you, Lord, Iâm so blessed! â Joe whispered during the hug. You look at his eyes and saw a little happy tear raising. You smile and also thank God for your family.
#JoeMazzello#JosephMazzello#bohap#Bohemian Rhapsody#Bohapfanfic#queen#queenfanclub#queen band#remi malek#gwilym lee#ben hardy#john deacon#john deaky#roger taylor#Freddie Mercury#brian may
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I loved Bohemian Rhapsody movie...
But was I the only one waiting that fucking performance of 'Under Pressure' with Bowie?
Well, I'm still in love with the film anyway.
At least I got excited when Freddie sent Paul to hell and 'Under Pressure' was playing.
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