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warriorteam1924 · 4 years

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Music is my savior (Bonus Part 1)

Note for My Rea : @reavenedges-lies // @reavenedges-lies-ficdump (just a massive tagging cause I wanna make sure) My sweetheart, this one is dedicated to you. I’m super busy lately, trying to write for the ship weeks, cause I want to challenge myself and have some fun with the hosts and some of my other readers. Yet, you’re still around, showing me your support, endlessly. I don’t really have words to express my gratitude (for someone who writes, this is kinda weird huh? lol) Anyways, I decided to give you a little gift for Valentine’s day. Cause today, we say I love you, a little bit more often.

Author note : Hello my beauties !!! I know, I know, I said Music is my Savior was over. And I thought it was too to be really honest. But as I think a lot, about many things, this one came to mind and I wanted to thank Rea, but also all of you for the support towards MIMS. There was a tiny other bonus part : here. Thanks again, love you all. And my sis of course. Love you ^^

Summary : Celebrations for a Special Day

Word Count : 2,978 words

Warnings : Mistakes yes of course, but hopefully nothing too bad.

MIMS Taglist : @crazyweirdocalledfriday @reavenedges-lies @mercurycrowley @multifandom-fiasco

Permanent Taglist : @anotheronebitesthedick, @reavenedges-lies, @thosequeenboys, @orionis8689

Bonus Part 1 : A dozen Red Roses for my darling

Teaching. You had had no idea how much you would love it. Well not as much as playing bass guitar, but still.

You had been given the incredible opportunity to be a bass teacher on the set of the movie Bohemian Rhapsody, the biopic about lead singer of legendary band Queen, Freddie Mercury. There you had met incredible people. The staff and the production crew had all been so kind, creating every single day on the set a living dream with such a friendly atmosphere. Incredible musicians, meeting guitarist and astrophysicist Brian May and drummer Roger Talor, both always encouraging you to handle your instrument in even a better way, enjoying music, their music even more. You had also been given the greatest chance of you life, meeting your idol, your master towards the padawan you had been, the best bass player to your opinion, John Richard Deacon. It was still a secret to everyone but the three remaining members of Queen and Luke Deacon, who was present at that moment. Yet, you were willing to cherish this memory as long as your brain would be working correctly.

You had also met incredible actors, who were now your friends. Rami Malek and Lucy Boynton, now a very lovely couple, becoming respectively Freddie and his very first love Mary Austin. Gwilym Lee and Ben Hardy, both portraying Brian May and Roger Taylor thanks to their wings (and those had led to a very serious contest on how to select the winner of the best wing wearer.)

And last but not least, you had met Joseph Francis Mazzello the Third. You had been his very personal bass teacher on the set. Joe had been a very attentive student, always making sure to be the most accurate possible to become John Deacon on the set, in front of the camera. To your point of view, he had been absolutely incredible. Yes, his role as the bass player of Queen was not the main one, as the movie was mostly about Freddie Mercury, but still.

Maybe you were not truly partial. Through the days you had spent with him, weeks after weeks, months after months you had fallen in love with him. Yes, you had promised yourself it would not happen, thinking such a relationship would be too hard to handle. Him being a actor, you not having a steady job at this very point. How could this be working out? And the most important question of all, would he be sharing your feelings?

Hopefully and to your greatest pleasure, Joe shared your feelings. Very shyly at first, from both your sides, but eventually sharing a real kiss and saying the most magical words you had ever heard, I love you.

Teaching. Teaching on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody had also lead you to your current job. Never in your life had you expected to become this kind of teacher. Music had always been part of your identity, of who you were deep inside, but become a music teacher had never occurred to be an option to you, as playing your instrument has always been a mere hobby to you.

But Anita and Sarina had had this wonderful idea and there you were. Teaching in front a class of young students, all willing to give their best to learn music properly, and in this case learning bass guitar.

You were used to play and also teach as a result, standing in front of your class. But being a bit more than a couple of mouths pregnant, you needed to be seated more often. It felt sometimes weird to play your bass this way, but apparently your students did not notice the difference and it was for the best.

At the end of this very nice day, you gathered your belongings and climbed the stairs to the headmaster’s office. You wanted to ask him a special favor. You softly knocked on his door, and he invited you to come in, since you had an appointment.

“Mrs Y/L/N, please take a sit.”, he gently said. You smiled and sat in front of his desk. “You wanted to see me. I hope everything is fine.”, he carried on, looking at your belly.

“Everything is alright, Sir, thank you for asking.”, you replied, caressing your lower stomach, sweetly smiling.

“Good, good. I’m happy to hear this.”

“I wanted to see your regarding another matter. In fact, you know Joe is still in the USA regarding his career, but you’re not to be unaware of the fact Valentine’s Day is coming quite soon.”, you started to say.

“Oh, love will be in the air, indeed. Including in this very school.”, the headmaster nodded.

“I would like to pay him a surprise visit. I think this is my last chance to be able to fly to the USA. After, being more advanced in my pregnancy, I won’t be allowed to enter the territory anymore.”

“Yes, of course. Tell me what dates would suit you best, so we can plan your replacement.”, he agreed and the two of you made sure everything would still be fine for the classes to work properly without you.

Back home, you planned everything to travel to the USA. Your ESTA, since you were not American Citizen, unlike Joe. Booking a flight but not a place to stay, as some of your stuff were already in Joe’s apartment. You also checked your delivery tracking, hoping the present you had ordered for your lover would arrive on time. All should be okay.

You checked you watch and hurried a little. You were supposed to spend the evening with Ben. He has insisted he wanted to see you before you would leave. Being your official best friend now, he also wanted to make sure you would travel safely.

“Come on, bub. This is not serious to travel being pregnant. It could be dangerous.”, he told you as he was sipping his tea, comfortably sited in his couch. His apartment was very well decorated, simple and modern. Yet, unlike some other modern places you had seen, it did not give a cold effect. His place was warm and cosy, giving a reassuring feeling.

“Ben, I’m not carrying a bomb. It’s a baby. Not dynamite.”, you replied laughing.

“Still. I’m not happy knowing you’ll be crossing the ocean with my future niece or nephew. I’m super nervous.”, he shrugged, trying to convince you.

“Mister Jones, there were higher probabilities of me being hit by a car or a bus when coming here. Relax, it will all be fine.”

“Hum....”, he murmured.

“You’re not convinced, are you?”, you asked him.

“Nope.”

“My fight is booked, my ESTA is ready.”, you told him.

“Okay. I’m coming with you.”

“What?”

“It is the only way. Everyone will be so sad to see me worried sick and loosing all this wonderful golden hair.”, he joked.

You deeply sighed and rolled your eyes. It was pointless to argue now. Ben had taken his decision. He was both your and Joe’s best friend, you were quite sure the American would not bother.

A few days later then, Ben and you boarded together to New York City. Everything had been properly packed. For once you had left you bass at home. It felt a little weird, but Joe had his own now. If needed, you would borrow his.

The flight went smoothly. Ben merely looked daggers at the steward twice. First when he made the mistake of calling him your boyfriend, and then very heavily hitting on you.

“Dude, let go.”, he said, his jaw contracted and his fists tightly closed. “She’s taken and pregnant. You....”, he started to warn him.

“Ben, please, let go. You don’t want me to punch a random stranger, again, do you?”, you asked him, very calmly.

He loudly laughed and the two of you recalled this very moment during the filming of Bohemian Rhapsody. The steward then let go and carried on doing his job properly, as Ben and you were still talking about the life on the set, remembering some joyful moments, and some more sad ones.

Eventually, the plane landed and you proceeded to check all the papers to enter the US territory, Ben always by your side. He then insisted on you staying inside to heal a taxi, fearing you would be too cold outside. Yes, New York weather was still very cold at that time of year, but you had been living in London for quite a while now. It was not like you were not used to bad weather.

The journey to Manhattan went smoothly as well. The driver was quiet and you were always delighted to see the skyline as you were approaching the heart of Big Apple. The car stopped in front of the building of Joe’s flat and Ben took care of both your luggage. One more trip in the elevator and you took the keys to surprise Joe. You could not wait to see his face. You came in, Ben waiting a little outside for your reunion to be the most romantic of all.

You looked around the flat, being as quiet as possible to take your former student by surprise. Yet, he was nowhere to be found. Ben eventually arrived behind you, asking you if everything was alright.

“He’s not here. This is strange. He did not tell me he had an appointment or something.”, you told him, frowning a little. You made yourself at home and took your phone out of your bag. If Joe was out, you wanted to make sure everything was alright still.

“I’m going to facetime him.”, you told Ben and he nodded.

You dialed and waited for him to take your call. His face appeared on the screen, smiling, like he would usually do.

“Hey, my love. Is everything okay?”, he asked at once.

“All is fine thanks, you?”, you questioned him back.

“Good, good, where are you?”, he moved his head to look at the environment surrounding you.

“I was about to ask you the same, in fact.”, you laughed a little. “I’m with Ben.”, you told him, as he showed his face on the screen, waving at his buddy.

“Hey mate !! What the hell is going on?”, Joe carried on asking.

“Joe, I wanted it to be a surprise. We’re in your flat in New York City right now. I wanted to be around for Valentine’s day.”, you shrugged.

“Are you joking?”, Joe’s face was both happy and disappointed it seemed.

“No, we’re not.”, you showed him around you, letting him know where you were.

“I see.”, he grimaced.

“Mate, what’s going on? We’d expected you to be a little more beaming that you are right now, to be honest.”, Ben told him.

“Well, I’m super happy for the surprise. But I think Y/N and I are real soulmates. Cause we’ve had the same idea and I’m at your place right now.”, he replied. He too moved the phone to show you around. The images appearing could not lie. Joe was indeed in London, while you were in Manhattan. Again, an ocean was separating you, but this time, it was the other way around.

You sat down, highly annoyed. You wanted to spend sometime with him, alone on this special day, the day of the lovers. You, for once very selfishly and maybe due to the hormones that were developing inside you, had wanted Joe to romantically ask you to be his Valentine. Having a nice walk in Central Parc, a nice dinner at home, just the two of you and ending this day with a comic film, as Joe was perfectly aware romantic movies were definitely not your cup of tea, eating a ton of chocolate.

“Come on, my love. This is not so bad.”, Joe tried to cheer you up. “At least, we can be happy our best friend won’t be on his own on Valentine’s day.”, he laughed, making Ben look daggers at him. “Roh, come on mate, I’m joking.”, he said, trying to imitate his friend’s tone.

“I’m single because I want it.”, Ben replied, trying to sound convincing. You looked at him and took him in your arms, hugging him tightly and smacking a sweet kiss in his blond hair.

“Hey, what about me?”, Joe protested.

“If you had warned your best friend about you going to England, none of this would have happened.”, Ben replied, taking you in his arms as well.

“What? How come it’s my fault now? And Y/N, just as for Deaky and his wife, is my best friend too. So, shut your beautiful mouth.”, Joe carried on joking.

“If ever I annoy you, just let me know.”, you interrupted them.

“Okay, okay, love. Sorry for this.”, Joe carried on. “Now, since I’m still not used to your place, nor to mine to be honest, could you tell me where I can find a large vase please?”

“You can take the one which is on the shelve next to the telly.”, you told him, frowning. “Why?”

“Cause....”, he disappeared a moment from the screen and he came back to face the camera, holding a huge bouquet of roses, “I’ve bought a dozen of red roses for my darling.”, he smiled at you.

“Oh my gosh, Joey, these are so beautiful.”, you put you hands on your cheeks.

“And they do smell good as well.”, he let you know.

“I’m sure they do.”, you replied. “I’m sorry for this, Joe.”, you told him once again lowering your head.

“My love. Look at me.”, he replied and you glanced at the screen again. “It’s okay. Being apart on Valentine’s day doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. A little being inside you shows how much I love you. Yesterday, now, and forever.”, he reassured you.

You put your head on the side, tears coming to your eyes. You did not like being so emotional but you could not help it.

“I love you too, Joseph Francis Mazzello.”, you smiled at him.

“The third....”, Ben precised, still hugging you.

“And I dub thee the fifth.”, Joe nodded, speaking to Ben.

“What? Why?”, Ben frowned.

“Cause you’re being the fifth wheel.”, Joe bursted out laughing, as he went to the kitchen to fill the vase this water.

“At least, I’m not spending Valentine’s day on my own.”, the blonde actor replied, sticking his tongue out at the screen.

“Touché....”, he replied, making you laugh this time. “You know what, I’m sure I won’t be on my own. I think Gwil and Dana will be delighted to see me.”, he carried on very seriously.

“Joe, don’t do that. They are engaged. They don’t need you around on this very day. You warned him.

“I’m kidding. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll hang around in London. Thinking how lonely I am at this very moment, knowing my expecting gal is with my best buddy.”, he acted lonely.

“I think we’ll catch up with Lucy and Rami. It’s been a while.”, Ben said, ignoring his hare-brained ideas.

“You definitely should. They are currently in New York City and I’m sure they’ll be so glad to see you both.”, the American seriously replied, putting the roses in the large vase. “Y/N, you should rest now, I’ve seen you yawning twice at least.”, he told you.

“You’re right.”, you replied. “Talk to you later?”, you told him.

“Sure will do, my love. Love you.”

“Love you too.”, Ben replied before you could, sending him fake kisses.

“I love you too, Joe.”, you eventually said before hanging up.

The following day, you called Rami and Lucy and the four of you met at their place. It felt so nice to catch up again with you. The actress was younger than you, but she was starring at your rounded belly with attention, sweetly smiling. You noticed it, but said nothing. Rami and her had been together for longer than you and Joe, but both had acting careers taking most of their time. Having a baby was not a decision that could be easily taken.

You carried on having random conversation, the actors explaining their current projects and you telling them how life in the MIT was going. The young couple seemed really happy to see everything was doing well and that hopefully, your students were all passionate as you were out music and bass guitars. You spend a really nice time with them, but too soon to your point of view, you had to get back home, tiredness because of the jetlag winning over you.

Ben again insisted on sleeping with you. Just in case. You totally trusted him and you knew he would not bother you as he, contrary to Joe, was not a snorer. The following morning, you woke up quite early, checking both times in London and New York City. You sighed again as you got up.

It was February the 14th and it was officially Valentine’s Day. And Joe was not by your sides. You were perfectly aware this was a ridiculous thought, but still. You missed him dearly. You both knew living in Manhattan and London would not be easy, but this very day it was even harder. ‘Next time, no surprises.’, you thought to yourself. Well, next time, the two of you would not be on your own. You were brought back to reality as someone knocked on the door.

You went to open, dragging your feet behind you. You hoped it would not be this neighbor, always talking way too much.

You opened the door after unlocking it and you had to blink repetitively to make sure you were really seeing it.

“Hi, my love. Will you be my Valentine today?”, Joe asked you, another bouquet of roses in his arms, one knee on the floor.

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headoverhiddles · 5 years

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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?

Disclaimer: This is BOHRHAP Freddie, not actual Freddie Mercury. I love the real Freddie so much, but would not feel comfortable writing for him.

Reader is lesbian and Freddie is gay. I write this with the highest respect for Freddie’s sexuality. MOVIE VERSION ONLY.

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.

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, “I’m in the mood.” 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."

"I’ve 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. There’s 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, “Am I a rubbish snogger? That little Betsy woman told me that two years ago, don’t worry.”

"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..."

"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 I’m 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? We’re 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...”

He looks down, a bit crestfallen. “I understand. I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was--”

“What 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.

"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 he’s on your lap. No one pays you any attention, as most people at this point around the party are doing the same.

The poor, poor carpet cleaner.

“This feels...” Freddie breathes excitedly, and looks down your body, touching his finger down your neck gracefully, “Good. New.”

“Mhmm,” you moan, eager to get back to kissing Freddie’s 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.

“Oi! Gotta take a piss, y’wankers!” Laughably, it’s Roger, but Freddie doesn’t seem to realize this.

"There's someone in here!" Freddie calls, "There's another one upstairs, and down the hall!"

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.

"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. It’s not what you’re used to, and it’s definitely not what usually turns you on, but this is strangely different-- it’s almost not as if you’re 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.

"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 you’re finished, you turn as Freddie pulls out, and you set a determined gaze on him.

“Come here,” you murmur, and take him by the arm, spinning him around so that he’s 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.

“That’s... (y/n), darling...” he gasps, barely able to speak.

“Shh,” you whisper in his ear, “That’s my good boy.”

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.

“Close, love?” you coo, and Freddie’s back arches, hands scrambling for purchase and grabbing onto your arm as he gets closer and closer. You’re loving how his confident swagger wanes when you have him at your mercy like this-- it’s 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.

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.

"Now then...” He takes a moment more to catch his breath, grinning, “Shall 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."

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bandzrus · 5 years

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Chapter 6)

BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

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Summary: The year is 1974, after the release of Queen II. You and your three friends have moved from Canada to England to study abroad. Your life takes a huge turn when you finally decide to take a break from school and visit the local club and you meet the boys of Queen. And most importantly Roger Meadows Taylor.

Note: the longest wait yet, sorry guys! I promise I haven’t lost interest in this series just yet, I’ve just been working and my friend is staying over now for two weeks so I have to hang out with her. I have up to and including chapter 9 planned out, but I am totally open to ideas because I have no idea how I want this to end lol.

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This was the first time Queen had a proper tour bus and after just a couple hours on the road it was like a bomb full of clothes, instruments, and scrabble tiles had exploded shrapnel inside it. You loved it. It sort of reminded you of your apartment back home that you shared with your three friends meaning there was four times the mess. The tour bus became your home away from home instantly; a vacation with the five people you had come to love in such a short time. Mary of course was along for the trip too because Freddie refused to go anywhere without her. It was nice to have at least one other girl on the bus with you amidst a gaggle of boys. Even though it had been a week since you had left, it still felt weird (in the best way) to wake up every morning not knowing where you were or what exciting adventures awaited you, with Roger Taylor lying next to you snoring softly. You had always hated snoring, Heather was notorious for it, but something about Roger’s soft exhales were soothing. He liked sleeping on his back with one arm up over his head, so it was always easy to sneak in under it and snuggle up against him. You couldn’t believe in just a few short weeks you had gone from knowing nothing about Queen and freaking out over waking up with a hangover next to Roger Taylor to traveling with them across Europe and dating him. Dating Roger Taylor. It had barely been a week since your (very messy but very satisfying) breakup with Mark and it felt like a lifetime ago. You had completely forgotten about him amidst the hustle and bustle of tour life.

It was closing in on 10am when you rubbed your eyes open. Snuggled between the big window at the back of the bus and Roger, covered in a rainbow of blankets and wearing one of his shirts, you pushed yourself up onto your elbow. The movement woke Roger and he let out a gruff, quiet “mornin’”. Brushing your hair behind your shoulder, you leaned in to peck a kiss on his cheek.

“Good morning,” you smiled. You loved the way his golden hair splayed out over the pillows.

“What time is it?” asked the drummer, covering his eyes from the sun sprinkling in through the window with the back of his arm. You glanced up at the clock hanging above the cabin door.

“Almost ten,” you answered. Roger groaned and rolled over, pulling one of the seemingly infinite amount of blankets over his head. You giggled and ducked under it with him. “We should probably get up, I think I can hear Freddie and Brian arguing over scrabble again.”

“They’re both just mad that I beat them last game,” Roger scoffed. “I really don’t fancy going out there right now.”

“What do you fancy then?” you asked, a cheeky smile on your lips. The blond gave you an equally cheeky grin, running a hand up your bare leg.

“I think you know exactly what I fancy,” he smirked as his hand made its way up to the lace of your underwear. Tugging at it gently, he rolled on top of you, both of you still underneath the blanket.

“I’m not… sure I do,” you stammered as he started nibbling your ear. You could feel him smirk against your cheek as his hand continued fiddling with your underwear. Your hands had found their way into his soft, albeit tangled, blond locks and if you weren’t already lost in what Roger was doing with his tongue you probably would have laughed. The two of you probably looked like some monstrous squirming pile of blankets to any unfortunate onlookers. Pulling the drummer away from your earlobe, you reached your lips up to kiss him. Eyes fluttering shut, you could have melted there under the blankets in the back of the tour bus; it was heaven.

“I fancy-“ Roger said between kisses. “-you.”

His hand had finally succeeded in tugging down your lacey underwear and you were sure it was now going to be impossible to find them again in the jungle of blankets, clothes, and pillows. You couldn’t help but let out a little gasp as his knuckles brushed up between your legs.

“Especially when you do that.”

You could feel your blood blush your cheeks a deep scarlet. You could play that game. Pulling one hand from his blond hair, you started rubbing his length through his underwear eliciting a moan from his lips.

“You’re a cheeky one,” Roger managed to chuckle, obviously distracted by what you were doing.

“I think you’re rubbing off on me –oh!” you replied snarkily, only to be interrupted by Roger’s fingers massaging between your thighs.

“Maybe it’s because of all the-“ at this the drummer jerked his hips against your hand, finishing his sentence without words and eagerly looking for more pressure. You wrapped your leg over his, angling yourself better for his digits, peppering kisses down his neck towards his collarbone. You were realizing how natural everything felt with Roger. It had always been sort of electrifying or callous with Mark, despite being together for a handful of years, kisses never felt natural. Maybe it was just because Roger was obviously so much more experienced. The way your legs felt like butter when his hand ran down your back. The way you shuddered in delight when his kisses started to fall anywhere south of your lips. The way your instincts just took over when he pressed his body against yours. You had never wanted that, felt that, with Mark. You heard Roger let out another moan against your neck as you continued to stroke him through the fabric of his briefs.

“You’re a tease,” he muttered darkly, his morning voice gruff and strained.

“And you’re not?” you squeaked back as the drummer finally pushed his fingers into you. His other hand was in your hair now. You took a moment to move your hand up the elastic of Roger’s briefs, tugging them down. He visibly pouted at the loss of contact and you bit back a smile.

“I still love it when you do that,” he commented sweetly, referring to the biting of your lip, as he brushing hair from your face under the blanket. The little bit of sunlight filtering in through the blanket from outside outlined the sheen of sweat on Roger’s forehead. It was getting awfully warm under the blankets. With a mischievous grin, your used the weight of your leg and hand that was on Roger’s chest to flip him over onto his back. Straddling him under the blanket, you were about to pull down his underwear and finally get to what you both wanted when the door to the cabin slammed open and Freddie sauntered in.

“Roger, darling-“ he started but stopped at the sight of the writhing and now laughing pile of blankets. Roger threw off your cover and both your sweaty heads emerged.

“Bit busy, Fred,” the drummer said, waving him off. You could feel more and more heat emanating off your cheeks the longer Freddie looked at the two of you.

“Oh don’t stop on my account,” the singer continued. “I was just coming to tell the both of you there’s pancakes. And that I just beat Brian at scrabble.” At this he grinned triumphantly. You and Roger exchanged smiles and then you laughed.

“We’ll be out in a minute,” you promised Freddie, hands resting on Roger’s chest.

“A minute? Is that all Roger takes these days…” muttered Freddie as he left the room and closed the door. Once he was gone, Roger turned to you.

“I’m going to kill that poncy bugger,” he said darkly.

“I don’t know, he might be right,” you teased, grinding against him and drawing out a moan from the drummer. But as soon as you started you stopped, throwing the blanket completely off and climbing out of bed. Rummaging around on the floor through piles of clothes, you finally tracked down a fresh pair of underwear and shimmied them on. Moving back to Roger, you kissed him on the forehead quickly before digging in another pile for something to wear. Tracking down a dress you hadn’t worn yet, you turned your back to Roger and pulled his shirt up over your shoulders.

“Turn around,” the blond pleaded, getting out of bed just enough to pull you towards him by the hip. You refused and pushed his hand away.

“Rog, we should really go eat breakfast,” you insisted, pulling the dress over your shoulders and tossing Roger’s shirt back at him. He smacked the shirt from the air onto the floor and then dug around with you for a pair of pants. Once both of you were decent, you did the walk of embarrassment out to the rest of the bus.

Freddie and Mary were together opposite Brian who was arguing with Freddie over scrabble some more. Mary had a paper plate of pancakes in her lap and was pointing a fork at the scrabble board. John was sprawled out on one of the other seats with his base in his hands, plucking away absently and occasionally scribbling something on a napkin.

“Nice of you to finally join us, Rog,” Brian remarked, pealing his eyes away from the board. Roger just flipped him the bird and pulled you closer to him. Pouring maple syrup on your pancakes you basked in the situation. Here you were, just an ordinary girl from Vancouver who had convinced her friends to move to England for school who was now not only dating Roger Taylor, but touring with them across Europe. It was then that you remembered you hadn’t called your friends yesterday.

When the tour bus finally rolled into the city where Queen was performing that day, you scurried out with a handful of coins looking for the nearest payphone. Sliding the coins into the slot and hearing them rattle at the bottom, the familiar buzz reached your ear.

“Hello?” It was Sharon on the other end.

“Shar!”

“Y/N you didn’t call yesterday, what happened?”

“I’m sorry, I was just so busy! Things have been so crazy this last week I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” you told her. There was a pause on the other end of the line.

“You promise you won’t forget about us?” your friend’s voice quiet.

“Shar, I could never forget about you guys! You’re my best friends!” you promised.

“I just don’t want you to forget who your friends are.”

The way Sharon spoke made you slightly angry. You hummed a response into the receiver, hoping it was enough to satisfy Sharon but you doubted it would.

“Take care of yourself, Y/N.”

“I will.”

You could hear the click of the redhead hanging up on you, and you did the same. Sharon made it sound like she, Heather, and Patricia were jealous of you hanging out with Queen and it worried you. You loved your friends and it wasn’t as if you were abandoning them, they still had each other. Plus you were adults now, you weren’t in high school anymore, you were bound to part ways at some point. Collecting yourself and thinking of Roger waiting in his dressing room, you left the phone booth and thoughts of your friends.

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ellus986 · 3 years

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Always knew you / chapter twentythree

Joe Mazzello x reader

Warning: spoiler alart: labor 🤷🏼‍♀️, cutness overload

And thank you guys to read my birth story in a way, it is healing to write it down even if not everything happend perfectly like this.

Comment: Y/N is corrently 23, while Joe is 36.

You can’t sleep as all your muscles are hurting. You are almost 39 weeks old pregnant. From time to time your abdominal muscle hurts greatly, but you are not concerned, it had been weak from the weight it carried for weeks now.

“Did you sleep anything?” Smirks Joe with just a line of two eyes.

“A little...” you answer, but the pain cuts you off.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah... I mean it feels like most of the pain last week, but...”

“But what?” He cuts in.

“It comes and goes, but another than that it is the same muscle ache I had for weeks, I’m sure I would feel something else if Sam would be ready.”

“I don’t know Y/N...”

“Joey, I am fine, if I wouldn’t be I would tell you!”

“Heeey, I’m a grown man...” he points at your way laughing.

“So I can’t call you Joey? Relax soon you only will hear Daddy!” You smile at him.

“I love when you call me daddy!” He kisses you.

“It will be nothing like you have thinked of!” You kiss him back.

Soon after you get up from bed and go outside to have breakfast in the morning sun. It was already hot outside, you didn’t know how it can be more hotter later on, but you know it will be, as it was july. The ache still comes and goes, and you text your mother just to be sure it should be not this. Everyone told you they felt their whole belly while having a conration, yet you only had the massive pain in the area where your period pain used to be.

You lay in the shadow, with T-rex at your side. You watch Joe enjoying the morning sun. You hear the doorbell ring, you get up and let Rami in, with Rex on your side. Joe looks at you, then the dog and again on you but says nothing, and you silently go with the pain that just hits you. You don’t want him to start again, that would feel different.

It was a chill day, the boys played video games while all of you spoke and laugh. You had grill for lunch, you didn’t need to move a finger, the boys did everything, than Rami left, and you lay down, tired from the off and on pain all day, with T-rex still on your side, he never left you all day, maybe for his needs for couple of minutes, but mostly he was by your side.

“Joseph!” You scream as you stand up from the sofa.

“Everything is alright?” He hurries.

“I think my water just broke...” you say with a shakie voice.

Your hand is shaking, your heart wants to escape your chest. It was it. It really was.

“Oh my God... Oh my God...” Joe mutters.

“Joseph, keep it together!”

“I knew it, Rex was at your side all day, I told you!”

“Are you really gonna argue about this right now?” You look at him with your brows in the sky.

“No, you are right, we should go!” He runs for the hospital bags.

“First I should get a clean undie... and a short!” You laugh.

As you arrive at the hospital your contractions are already closer than 2 minutes, so you have not much time between to rest. It hurts, it hurts still in one spot in your body, Joe tries to massage your back, but it only annoys you, but helps with nothing. It is shit as it is, but shit hit the fan when the doctor says it need to be a c-section. You go downhill in an emotional rollercoster and as you fell defeted your contractions start to leave you no break, just be one big pain in one point. After the pain leaves you lay there waiting for your daugther to arrive.

She cries out. It is the most beautiful cry you ever heard, you see her, and tears are already in your eyes. After they show you her they are taking her to Joe as the operation room is too cold for her.

After they stich you up you are transfered to the room Joe and Sam are. He has tears in his eyes.

“She is perfect...” he puts her on your chest with a tearful smile.

“Hi, sweetie...” you wishper.

2 days later

You finally walk into your home, your families home, just the three of you. As Joe gets Sam out from the carrier and sits down on your bed with her in his arms, you are already sobbing.

“Your mom left some food in the kitchen...” he looks up on you. “What is wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing really... you two just look perfect together!”

“Don’t you dear to cry!” He wishpers.

“But they are happy tears!” You chuckle tears falling down your check. “I will cry on everything now on!”

“Relax, me too!” Joe tries to chuckle with almost no voice so he won’t wake up Sam.

You can’t bielive you have your daugther already. The view infront of you is perfect, her and your husband. What a year it was. A year ago you lost your first child, and now you can hold your baby girl in your arms.

1 week later:

“Oh my God, you are the cutest!” Wishpers Ben. “You know you can’t kick me out for the next month, or so… I can’t live without her!” You would laugh, but you know he is serious, but on the other hand you had already tears in your eyes.

“Don’t cry, because if you do, i will too!” Whispers Joe in your ears.

“You know, you are asking for the impossible!” You mumble a tear falling on your cheek as you watch Benjamin holding Sam, looking at her with so much love, and getleness. Joe holds into your hip and as you turn to him you see that unfallen tear. “He was an excelent choice…” you giggle, turning back to take a sneaky picture, about this perfect moment.

“Couldn’t find my perfect man for this lifelong job…” his voice is shaky. Man both of you were so emotional these days. The lack of sleep or the nowhere to be find daily rutine, or just the overwhelming feeling of parenthood, or all in this lineup.

As Samantha starts to fuss a little bit you already about to jump up -as much as you healing scar would let you- but Ben just rocks her a little and she is again looking at him with her big, beautiful eyes.

“I’m in love…” Benjamin mumble not even knowing he said the words out loud.

“Us too…” you wishper on the same time.

“You are the one telling him that if he stays he vacuums too!” You pat Joe’s back and walk to the kitchen, get something to eat before you feed her.

To be continued …

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moonlightmalek · 4 years

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YOU - a Rami Malek story

The First book in the Moonlight franchise.

Moonlight, daughter of Freddie Mercury, is only 15 when she gets casted for a big show, Glee. Rami, an Egyptian 27 year old actor, trying to get his big break in the industry. Both complete strangers meet and soon become an important part of each-other’s life.

Story time; 2009 – 2011

#rami malek #ariana grande #Queen #bohrhap #agegap #fanfic #fanfiction #story #love #romance #drama #glee #pentatonix #ptx #mrrobot #the pacific #night at the museum #mercury #freddie mercury

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stmort · 5 years

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Hey Hey Mama

thank @bowiequeen for helping me out on this one

Ben has always liked dominant women

especially older women

in fact, his first real crush was on his grade school teacher

and he loves when you get angry or annoyed because you look so fucking hot when you're all worked up

he doesn’t say anything when you mention how much you love Robert Plant singing “mamma” in Led Zeppelin songs

but he’s extremely turned on

so now every time he listens to Led Zeppelin it reminds him of you

and all he can think about is being underneath you moaning mummy as you sit on his cock

so he can’t listen to it in public anymore

Travelling Riverside Blues drives him craaazy

he doesn’t say anything to you because you two haven’t been dating that long and he doesn’t want to freak you out

Ben visits you one day and finds you dancing to one of your Zeppelin records while your cooking

he doesn’t want you to see how much of a mess he is and he asks if he can use your shower to “wash up before dinner”

you’re out shopping with him at some mall, and when you sit down to eat Whole Lotta Love starts playing in the food court

you see him uncomfortably squirming in his seat and you ask him what’s wrong

his heartbeat is quickening because you look so damn good today and this is just too much

you can see the outline of his bulge in the jeans he’s wearing

you place a hand on his thigh and he practically jumps with a blush on his cheeks

“What’s on your mind, Benny?”

he grips the table and looks down in embarrassment

“You like when he sings mamma...”

“Speak up baby, I can’t hear when you mumble.”

he says it louder this time and your eyes widen

“Ben do you have a mommy kink?”

his cheeks turn a deep shade of red and you move your hand down to his bulge

“Wanna go to the bathroom so mommy can take care of this?”

he chokes on his water

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mightyfineblog · 5 years

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‘Pulse’ Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: Getting caught in the act, Ben won’t let you slip away that easily. He teases and denies you the greatest pleasure all day and night.

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: SMUT, daddy kink, toys, control, denial, overstimulation, degradation, a slap. Basically FILTH to the MAX.

So here is it. Enjoy:

“Princess, I’m home” Ben closed the door behind his back. “Y/N, are you home, babe?” he looked around the living room to find it empty.

Coming up by the bedroom, he heard noise. Frowning, his heart dropped, before placing his hand on the door knob. He was sure he heard moans, your moans. With a gulp, he opened a crack hesitantly, before completely coming onto the door frame. He sat there, completely in awe of the view before his eyes.

You, spread on the satin sheets, wearing his favourite sheen black shirt. He bit a lip as he looked you up and down, studying your activity. In the middle of the bed, you were laying with eyes were closed, head thrown back onto a pillow, hair messy. Looking further down, your left hand was squeezing your breast, thumb and index fingers working your nipple. Rolling it, pinching, squeezing. Your mouth was open, whispering his name “Oh Ben. Please Ben, right there baby”.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest as, his graze continued to go lower. Your legs were nicely apart, knees high. Your right hand, oh two fingers were buried deep inside of your evident wetness. They were steadily pounding, as your hips were moving up to meet your palm.

Ben frowned even more, and cleared his throat. Lifting an eyebrow, he spoke “Already started without me?”.

“Fuck!” you opened your eyes, but after the moment of shock was gone, you smirked as you continued even louder. “Do you like watching, Mr. Hardy?” you moaned.

He was furious, but kept his cool, as he came to sit next to you. Grabbing your hands in his fist, you whined, at the loss of pleasure. With both wrists he brought you to meet him.

“Oh babygirl” he cooed “You’ve no idea, how much, I’d love to watch you.”

You tried to meet his lips, but he was faster to crash and push your down again. You wiggled underneath his touch. He was strong and demanding, completely dominating your kiss. He pulled away and looked deep into your eyes, before groaning. His lips went straight to your neck, while his fist kept your wrists together between your breasts. He nipped and sucked, making you clench your thighs, needing more.

“Ben” you whined.

“You need something doll?” his lips were sucking on the soft skin underneath your collarbone.

“I need you” you whined again.

“Do you now?” he cooed.

“Yes, I’ve thought about you all day” you confessed.

He pulled away and hovered his lips over yours “Seemed like you were doing just perfectly without me, eh?”

“No, no, I need you” you puppy eyed him.

“Gotta earn it, love. But right now, all you earned is punishment, for starting without me.” He left you hot and bothered, all panting. At the door, he turned around “Oh, we’re going for dinner in an hour. Get ready. You’ll get what you deserve.”

You wanted to scream at the thoughts what he had in mind for you. But for now, you decided to follow his order.

After a quick cold shower to calm yourself down, you wanted to consult with your boyfriend about the dress code of wherever you were going.

“Ben, babe” you skipped to him in the kitchen. He making was coffee.

“What’s up doll?” he kissed you, like nothing happened earlier.

“Was wondering, what should I wear?” you snuggled under his arm, pressing a kiss onto his neck. One hand on his lower back, while the other casually leaning on his chest.

He kissed your temple “Something sexy, angel. We’re going to Sketch.”

You chuckled and grinned widely at him “I loove the place.” You jumped on your toes to give him a kiss on the lips. He tasted like sour coffee, because he never put sugar in it. Licking your lips you bit them, and cocked your head to the side.

“Mighty impatient today, aren’t we?” he smiled devilishly.

“You make me wet, just thinking about you.” You cooed and kissed him again.

He pulled you away “Hurry up now, love. Don’t wanna be late. Put the glitzy mini on” he smirked and slapped your arse away. You giggled and ran to get dressed.

Once you were ready, all dolled up, really cute, you casually stepped down the stairs, into the living room. Ben was sat on the sofa opposite the staircase. His expression was an open book. Eyes undressing you, lips pressed together. You felt powerful at this moment, despite of earlier. Propping yourself between his legs, you placed hands on his shoulders “Ready, Ben?”

“There’s one more thing, before we go.” He smirked. His hands went searching for something in his pockets, while you patiently waited.

“Close your eyes, baby girl.” He bit his lip. “And hold out your hands”

You did as told, standing with open hands, you felt something soft and rubbery being placed in your palms. Flickering your eyes open you were in awe.

“What in the Devil’s name is this?” you stared at the curvy pink ‘toy’.

“This my darling, will go in your tiny-iny knickers.” He carefully started. “And then, you’ll see how it works.” He licked his lips, head cocked to the side. “What do you say, angel?”

You stayed in awe for a few more moments, processing the situation. Until you eventually nodded. He nodded while his mouth mimicked talking.

“How do I put it on?” you breathed out. He smiled devilishly “Let me.”

He took it off your hands, as they fell to the side, unsure what exactly to do.

He slid on his knees “Open, love” he tapped your thighs. Spreading your legs apart, you waited. Ben rolled up your dress and smiled at your lacy underwear. You placed your hands on his shoulders, to keep steady, as your legs went further apart, giving him more access. He tugged at the hem of your knickers and hummed. Sliding the curved toy between your folds, you let a small moan. Finally positioning it up to your core, it was set in place. Nicely pressed against the rougher skin of your inside, the rounder part of the toy was hugging your curve perfectly like two curved fingers, meanwhile the smaller part fell on place right on your clit.

He smiled as he repositioned your underwear and dress. Standing up, he placed a kiss on your bare shoulder. His hand went to the back of your neck, as his lips pecked yours, carefully not to ruin your lipstick.

“Now, now. Your punishment starts tonight.” He threw and arm around your shoulders, prompting you to walk out.

“Ou” you sighed as you made a few steps.

“How does it feel, baby?” he cooed as he locked the door.

You gulped “Weird. New. Good”.

He hummed. On the way to the restaurant, he didn’t stop grinning, while you still felt quite embarrassed.

On a red light, he took his phone out, grinning as wide as you never seen him. He was onto something.

“Aaah” you squeaked, suddenly feeling light vibrations from new tool between your legs.

“So you control it with your phone?” you lifted a brow.

“Technology these days, darling” he grinned, as the lights turned green and he sped up, forcing your head to fall flat on the seat.

Once at Sketch, he decided to give you some time off at first, to not know when he would turn it on. Meeting with the rest of the boys, you were shown to your booth. The place was amazing, very sultry and chic. It’s pink velvet décor, always made you feel extravagant. Tonight though, you couldn’t focus on else, but the thing between your legs and your boyfriend.

You sat next to him, clinging onto him, like a puppy. He played a few times with the settings, which made your jaw clench and your core pool in wetness. You knew this was going to be your punishment, but decided to not give up that easily.

Your hand would slide off from time to time under the table, and grab on his thigh. You squeezed his trousers in your fist, when he turned the setting higher.

“Ben” you murmured through clenched teeth “Don’t you think it’s too late, we have an early day tomorrow?!”

“Nah, angel, the night is still young.” He poked your nose.

You were growing impatient, so when he turned up the strength of vibration high again, your hand squeezed his crotch. You wanted to let him know how you feel, in public.

He gave you a sharp look, warning you to play nice. Your grip loosened when he turned it down. But then again to the highest setting, making you squeak in high-pitched voice.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” Joe across the table frowned.

“Um, yeah” you tried to keep it together “Just need some fresh air, ‘tis all” you nodded. “Right, Ben?” your eyes wandered to meet his.

“You sure, love?” he seriously asked back.

“Let’s go get some fresh air, shall we?” you tried not to pant.

“After you m’lady.” He extended his arm for you. Gracefully taking it, you faked a smile as you tried not to stumble on your way out. Once outside, he pulled you into the dark alley nearby.

Pinning your body to the wall, he grinned, then bit his lip. You panted even more, as he brought up his phone and sped the vibration up.

“Fuck, Ben” you squirmed under him.

His lips hovered over yours, he was lustful and dominating, but you couldn’t cohere do to anything about it. The throbbing in your core was getting stronger.

“How does that feel, baby girl?” he cooed at your neck “Do you really think, I’d let your little tantrum slip away that easily? That’s your punishment for being a bad girl.”

“I’ll be good, I won’t do it ever again without your permission, I promise” you whined, as your hands reached for his neck. Your back arched, eyes felt heavy, your mouth was shamelessly open. The knot in your stomach was building up, as the vibrations were right on the two places where you needed them the most.

You went to moan louder, but Ben’s hand shut your mouth “Look at me” he demanded, so you opened your eyes, but suddenly it stopped. You whined in protest, but he was keeping your mouth shut.

“See, I was willing to let you come tonight, right here, on the street. But, your neediness during dinner, only made it worse for you.” His voice stern. “Now keep your little mouth shut, or else.” He pulled away and dragged you behind him back in the restaurant.

Once back at your table, you were growing very frustrated. Your hand was constantly on his neck, you tried to kiss him whenever you could. All just make him give in.

The boys were noticing, and giggling at the desperate sight of you.

“Mate, how long haven’t you satisfied Y/N? She’s melting on you.” Rami cackled at Ben.

He just shook his head and murmured under his nose “Careful, mate.” He then took your hands and put them in your lap. His rough hand was keeping your wrists together, unable to move. You whined, not giving a damn that you were in public. Ben sat his fork down, and sighed.

“I think we’ll call it a night.” Then turned to you “Right, sweetie?”, his voice was deep and husky. You swallowed and nodded.

Once back at the flat, he acted as nothing had happened, like he hadn’t tortured you all day and night. He casually striped off his clothes and laid on the bed. His back flat against the headboard, phone on the bedside table, he was clicking on his laptop.

You ran straight to the bathroom, stripping off your clothes, you wanted him, you needed him and this punishment was playing on your last nerve. So, deciding to take matters into your own hands, you were going to seduce him in a way you knew he’d give in. Putting on the sexiest lingerie you had, plumping your lips a little, running your hands through your hair to add some volume. You leaned against the door frame. With one arm on your hip, you swung your legs toward him.

He lifted his eyes and looked you up and down, before piercing your graze with warning look. You shrugged a little, but decided to go on.

Crawling onto the bed on all fours, you made your way up to his hips. Lowering yourself between his knees you perched your arse in the air. He lifted his eyes over the screen and admired the view in front of him. You hissed and went to nip on his thighs, running your hands with long strokes, you were sure he’d give in.

Way to go girl.

He shut the laptop and threw it to the side. Cocking his head, his lips pressed together “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting what I want” you moaned extremely close to his shaft. When your hand reached to palm his boxers, he grabbed it in the air and lifted you up. Pulling you close to him he examined your existence.

“Now, now, doll. You just violated your rights. You want to come? Is that what you want?”

You nodded eagerly.

He shoved you to the side and stood up. “Apologise. Now” his voice stern.

You crawled up to him “I’m sorry”.

“Sorry, what?”

“Sorry, daddy” you purred.

“I don’ think you’re sorry, yet. Lay on your back.”

You obeyed.

He took a silver ribbon and straddled you. Pinning your hands above your head. He tied them up in a nice, firm bow. “Keep ‘em there” he ordered and hovered over your lips.

His hands run up and down your arms a few times, while his lips were kissing everywhere on your face, but your lips. You whimpered. His thumb shushed your lips. Pulling away he observed your sight. “My, my, so eager” he shook his head.

He ran his tongue along your neck, tasting your heavy perfume on your pulsating veins. Soon enough, his lips found your breasts. He nipped at your nipples through the lacy fabric of your bra. Both of his hands squeezed each boob, which made you moan.

“Ben”

His mouth travelled down to your navel, but stopped before reaching your heat.

Abruptly he pulled away and went to the drawer. Pulling out shiny vibrator, he turned it on the lowest setting. You looked with dripping mouth.

“Gonna be a good girl now?” his husky voice pierced your ears.

“Y-yes” you managed, while bracing yourself for what’s to come.

“Give daddy a show, and you’ll be rewarded.” He put the vibrator straight on top of your lacy thong. The vibrations were making your pulse go wild. You found yourself lifting your hips to get more friction. Instead he pushed you down and changed the setting to the hardest. “Don’t move, princess”

You whined, with shut eyes you tossed your head back. Pulling your tied wrists forward, his hand pinned them above your head again. “Said, don’t move”

“Fuck, Ben, daddy! Please. I can’t take this anymore” you cried out, as your legs began to shake. He abruptly pulled away, which made you curse even more.

Sliding off your thong, he held it in his fist. Leaning down, he licked his lips “Glistening and dripping, all for me” closing his eyes, his tongue licked harshly between your folds up to your throbbing clit, feeling the over sensitive bud. You cried out in frustration.

“Keep your little mouth shut” he ordered. Straightening you up, he untied your hands and rubbed your wrists, feeling your pulse on your, now evident veins.

He flipped you over and steadied you on all fours. Rubbing your bum, he shoved down his boxers and sprung his hard cock free. Groaning from deep within, his one hand kept your bum, while the other pumped his erection a few times.

You whined from anticipation “Daddy, come oon”.

“Ready princess?”

“As ever” you clenched your jaw.

He pushed hard, all the way in, making you yelp. Not giving you time to adjust he started thrusting mercilessly. Both hands spreading your bum cheeks, he admired your little cunt.

“God! Your tight pussy. Needing some stretching, don’t you?” he pulled all the way out and pushed again, making you fall flat on your chest.

“Up, doll.” He grabbed your waist and pulled you up again to meet his hips. His pace was fast, furious, angry and needy.

He grabbed your hair in his fist and pulled your head back, making your back arch. “Fuck, daddy” you whined. “You like that? Hmm? That what you wanted?” he grunted in your ear.

Before you could speak, you felt the hard vibrations against your swollen clit once again.

“Fuuck!! Daddy” you cried out. “Can’t. Fuck!”

Tears were falling from the corners of your eyes, as the sensation was becoming too much at this point.

He pulled you hair again and cooed “Poor baby girl. Look at you, can’t handle daddy, making you cum. Hmm? After you begged so much?”

You were screaming incoherently as your walls tightened on his cock, which never slowed down. “Need you to come around my cock, my little slut” he whispered, pushing you over the edge. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Ben. All yours.” you screamed.

You kept crying as your body didn’t stop shaking. It was the most intense orgasm you ever had. Through closed eyes, you saw stars, your body was uncontrollably trembling, the only thing keeping you in place, was his strong grip.

As he rode out your orgasm, he was finding his. “Can you take daddy’s cum?” he slapped your bum cheek. Your head fell down of your shoulders “Y-y-yes”.

With one final thrust, his hands let go of your hips, pushing you down on your face, he released his hot mess. The hot liquid covered your walls, making you clench around him once again, as he fucked you.

Grunting behind you, he pulled out, leaking it down your shaky legs. He stood for a while catching his breath, before laying on his back next to you.

He pulled you under his arm, as you sobbed on his sweaty chest. After a few more minutes, he stroked your hair as his other hand cupped your cheek, making eye contact with you. You reached and placed a kiss on his swollen red lips.

“Did I hurt you, babe?” He was back to his soft and caring self.

You shook your head, unable to form a sentence. He straightened his back against the headboard, taking your whimpering body in. You laid your head in the crook of his neck “God, I love you so much, Ben.”

“I LOVE YOU MORE” he softly spoke, rubbing your back.

“Let’s get cleaned up babygirl.” He stood off, reaching for your hand.

You tried to stand up, but stumbled. Catching you in his arms, he carried you to the bathroom.

Running a hot bath, he laid with you between his legs, leaving you to lay your back against his strong chest.. Letting the hot water soothe your sore bodies, you cuddled for dear life.

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Oh god, I’ll rot in hell. Please, please tell me what you think. Any feedback.

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brittabuzzkillperry · 4 years

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#queen #bohrhap #brian may #red special #roger taylor #freddie mercury #john deacon #rami malek #joe mazello #gwilymlee #ben hardy #queensedit #green #queen fanfiction

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gwilymleeschesthair · 4 years

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gwilym at the pre bafta events!

#bohrhap boys #bohemian rhapsody movie #ds charlie nelson #borhap boys #gwilym x ben #bohemian rhapsody cast #borhap #gwilym lee x reader #samuel castell #gwilym lee x oc #gwilym lee fanfiction #gwilym lee x y/n #gwilym lee x joe mazzello #gwilym x joe #gwilym lee fic #gwilym lee imagine #gwilym lee x ben hardy #gwilym lee

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deanscroissant · 5 years

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Missing his baby girl - Joe Mazzello fic

A/N: Hey, yall. Back at it again with another Joe fic! I loved this so much I almost cried lol. I hope you enjoy it and if I made any mistakes I’m sorry. It’s almost 6 a.m. and I need to sleep lol.

Warnings: FLUFF

Word count: 1089

Your husband Joe was supposed to be on a work trip for a month, but some type of delay happened and now he's gone for another month. When he called and told you the news you were bummed, but you can survive another month holding the house down and taking care of your two year old daughter y/d/n by yourself.

She was missing her father a lot. Those two are basically joined at the hip they’re so close. They'll Facetime each other every chance Joe can get. He'll send you and her video messages almost every day saying how much he loves you both and give you an update on how he’s doing. There was no doubt that Joe loves his baby girl, and there was no doubt that she loved Joe.

One afternoon you were trying to get y/d/n to calm down after a video call with Joe because he had to be back on set and it upset her when he ended the call. After reassuring her many times that he would call back she still couldn’t stop crying. You had gave her her green dinosaur blanket that Joe got her when she was born, which she did held onto, but it didn’t stop her waterworks. You had tried everything to calm her down; food, juice, toys; nothing. As you held her and rubbed her back you were about to give up, but an idea came to mind. “Let’s go watch t.v.” you tell her, smiling before kissing the top of her head and walking into the living room.

Going into the DVD collection beside the t.v. you scanned the endless amount of movies displayed on the shelf to find one of Joe’s movies. The first one you saw was ‘Dear Sidewalk’ and you grabbed it and popped it into the DVD player. “There we go. That should help.” you mumbled.

Sitting on the couch with her on your lap you pointed to the t.v. when Joe’s face appeared. “Look! There’s daddy!” you beamed. Her head snapped and followed the direction to where you were pointing. When she saw him she immediately stopped crying and started sucking on her thumb as she continued to hold her blanket, focusing her attention to the t.v. You couldn’t help but ‘aww’ at how cute that was. “I miss him, too, munchkin.” you pouted and kissed her wet cheek.

She began wiggling in your lap and you sat her down, figured that she wanted to sit on the floor, but she was making her way to the t.v. What she did almost made your heart hurt. She had reached her arms up to the screen, like she was waiting for Joe to pick her up. “Oh my gosh.” you gasped and covered your mouth. You had to get a picture of this.

You paused the t.v. on Joe’s face before you quickly took out your phone from your pocket and snapped a photo right before she put her arms down.You then switched over to video and pressed record before speaking, “Y/d/n, who is that?”

She looked over at you and beamed a smile. “Dada!” she giggles before turning back to the screen and reaching a hand out to his face, trying to grab his nose. She was always fond of squeezing Joe’s nose. It was something that always made her laugh.

“That’s right! That is dada.” you laughed. “She’s such a daddy’s girl. I’m not even mad.” You ended the recording before playing the movie again, then going onto Instagram to post the picture and video, captioning it: ‘This girl loves her dada. 💕’

Not even five minutes after you posted your phone blew up with notifications. About an hour later you get a Facetime call from Joe. When you answered it you can tell that he was crying. “Aw, babe.” you cooed.

“That was...beautiful.” he said as he wiped his tear stained cheeks with the palm of his hand. “I miss you guys so much.”

“We miss you, too, baby.” you smiled. “I couldn’t believe she did that. I was about to get emotional.”

“Well, she got me.” he chuckles. “That girl knows how to pull at my heart, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah she does. She got you wrapped around her finger.”

“Where is she?” he asked, his eyes almost tearing up again. You look over to see her playing with her toys across the room. You crawled over to her and faced the screen to her. “Look, y/d/n, there’s daddy!”

“Hey, baby girl!” Joe said with a teary smile while waving at the camera. Y/d/n turned her attention to the phone and her eyes lit up when she saw him. “Dada!” she shouted while giggling and waving her arms up and down in excitement, making both you and Joe laugh.

The two of you continued talking to Joe until the toddler had fell asleep in your lap. “I think you should put her to bed before she gets a cramp in her neck.” he laughs as looked at how awkward she was laying.

“Yeah I should. She was supposed to get a bath but I guess her old man put her to sleep before she could.” you teased, which made Joe cut his eyes at you. “Hey, I’m not old...yet.”

“You’re almost forty. You’re gonna be sagging in places that shouldn’t be sagging.” you teased again, and covered your mouth to muffle your laugh as Joe’s mouth had dropped.

“That is so mean.” he laughs with you. “Just go put our daughter and yourself to bed. Call me as soon as you finish your daily morning routine.”

“I will, bubba.” you smiled. “Y/d/n and I love you so much.”

“I love you, guys, too.” he said. You both said your goodbyes before hanging up. Once you got your sleepy toddler in the bed you made your way to yours, not even bothering taking a shower and just shedding off your clothes. When you got comfortable you checked back on your Instagram post and saw Joe had left a comment, saying, ‘I’m literally crying right now. My favorite, beautiful girls. I need to get back home asap! 😭💙🧡💚💛💜’

Smiling, you liked the comment and replied back with a heart emoji before sitting your phone on your nightstand. The feeling of being loved by the two most important people in your life made you drift off into a deep, peaceful slumber.

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello x y/n #joe mazzello fic #dad!joe #fluff #bohrhap #fanfiction #bohemian rhapsody

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warriorteam1924 · 4 years

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Music is my savior (Part 30)

Author note : Hello my beauties !!! This is it. This is the final part. Some of you might know I’ve seen the last star wars yesterday and I feel like just as for the rise of Skywalker, a page is turning for me. Music is my savior is why I’m here, sharing reader’s adventures with you. It’s been incredible. I cannot find enough words to thank you. All. And my sis of course. Love you ^^

Summary : Reader had been chosen to be bassist on the Bohemian Rhapsody set. Reader’s journey carries on as she get to actually work on the set with everyone, and she gets more responsibilities. After a little trouble with a colleague, some entertainment with friends, the accomplishment of a special project, reader’s having fun.... But for how long? Feelings are coming reader’s way.... Yet, the adventure continues....

Word Count : 3,000 words

Warnings : Mistakes yes of course, but hopefully nothing too bad.

Tagging : @crazyweirdocalledfriday @reavenedges-lies @mercurycrowley @multifandom-fiasco

Permanent Taglist : @anotheronebitesthedick (yes we know it does not work but I’m so proud someone actually asked me to be on a permanent taglist ^^)

Part 30 : My Life has been saved

Last time you had been at London airport was not a good memory for you. Back then, Brian May and Roger Taylor had had to help you with a very reluctant hostess and you had flew to New York City to attend Mister Mazzello’s funeral. Again, you tried to think of something else, as you were dragging your suitcase behind you with one hand, Joe holding the other one. You had your bass guitar in its bag, properly held as a back bag. He was almost running in the huge hall and you had grab on both your suitcase and his hand to make sure you would not lost anything.

“Joe, slow down, my legs are shorter than yours....”, you begged him. “Why are you running anyways?”, you asked him.

“I... I don’t know....”, he realized. “All those people rushing here and there, it’s almost contagious.”.

“Well, we’ve just landed, the whole flight went just fine, the next step is to get a taxi. Relax, please. After all, it was your idea.”, you reminded him.

“Yeah, sorry, you’re right.”, he concluded as he slowed down to walk properly next to you.

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After Joe had taught you how to waltz properly, he had made you realize music was almost ruling your life and you could hardly live without it now. The two of you had stayed awake during the whole night, Joe insisting on posing like a model on the sofa as you would be painting the notes and the lyrics on a paper. When he had read the few lines you had written, after many and many crossing-outs, after many and many creased pieces of paper, after many and many frownings while you had been trying to find the right words, you had eventually showed him what you had written.

You had anxiously looked at him while he had been reading, truly puzzled by the fact he was showing no reaction at all. Eventually, he had deeply sighed, creating a greater confusion in your mind.

“Okay, we need to pack.”, he had said.

“What?”, you had replied.

“We are going to London.”, he had announced, as if it was the most normal thing to do in such a situation.

“London?”, you had demanded, still unable to form a proper question.

“Yeah, London.”, he had nodded looking at you.

“Joe, we are not going anywhere as long as you don’t tell me what are your thoughts about what I’ve just written, and why on earth you suddenly want to go to London.”, you had stopped him in the middle of the corridor.

“Y/N. This is almost magical. I mean, it’s taken you like.... a few minutes to write this.”

“Joe, much more than this....”, you had interrupted him.

“Music is in you, this is your thing, just like acting is mine. I want you to concrete your dream.”, he had stated.

“My dream?”, you had repeated.

“I’m sure Brian and Roger will love this. They can introduce you to some guys they know and you can produce an album and....”, he had carried on, walking to the bedroom, but you had not followed him.

You had stood there, staring at him, not knowing what to do. Feeling you had not followed him, he had stopped.

“Joe? What’s going on?”, you had asked him.

“I.... I thought this is what you wanted.”, he had said, coming closer to you, taking your hands.

“Joe, I don’t even know myself what I want....”, you had told him.

“I’m sorry....”, he had replied, lowering his head.

“Yet, I would not mind going to London and get a little advice from rock Legends, if they are not too busy....”, you had concluded, trying to catch his eyes to make him see you were smiling.

“Everybody will be so glad to see you again, my love.”, he had nodded, smiling as well.

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“Are you glad to be back in London? I know it’s not New York City, but I must say this city has a certain panache....”, Joe said as the two of you exited the airport.

“I’m nervous.”, you confessed.

“Why? What you have written is great, I swear. You know I would not lie to you...”, he stated.

“I know. But I mean, this is showing my very first work to Brian May and Roger Taylor. It’s quite a big deal.”, you admitted.

“I understand, but it’s not like you don’t know them at all. And they told me again after the Academy Awards that they always would be available for you. They told me they had let you know before you left the set.”, he carried on.

“Yeah, sure but people say those things to be nice, you know.”, you said as you sited in the taxi and Joe indicated the address.

You dreamily looked at the window as the car started to move. Again, you were twisting your hands, you were quite agitated, just like when you had been sharing a taxi with Lucy. Joe noticed it at once and took you in his arms, kissing your forehead.

“How will you be able to play bass guitar and piano if your fingers are crushed. Relax, my love.”, he reassured you.

The ride was much shorter than you had expected and as you got off the car you faced a huge building, where the two musicians had told you could meet them. Joe and you came in, still taking your luggage with you. The drummer and the guitarist were waiting in the large hall, both standing with their partners.

All of you greeted each other, the musicians and their wives hugging you as if they were seeing a very old friend again. It reassured you to see their reaction but you soon felt almost nauseous again. Anita looked at you with a sweet smile but you could only answer with a grimace.

The six of you entered a sort of conference room, certainly booked for the occasion. You all sat down and make yourselves comfortable.

“Okay, Princess. Show us what you’ve done.”, Roger stated, as always getting straight to the point.

“Before she does, I would like to know something.”, Brian said, putting his hands on the table. “Why? Why on earth sweetheart didn’t you tell us about the bank?”, he very seriously asked.

“What?”, you demanded, surprised.

“Yeah, his question is valid, Princess. The whole story with the bank, the two jobs thing, the debts?”, the drummer carried on.

“You promised you would come to us if you needed anything.”, the guitarist reminded you.

“Well, I don’t know who told you about all of this, as he had promised he would not tell anyone.....”, you said as you blushed. “Yes, I had little trouble with the bank and had to take two jobs but it’s all solved now, so it’s fine.”, you admitted. “And before you add anything, it was not funny true, but it was something I had to do. Like when you guys quited your production company because Deaky could not get an advance to buy a house for his family.... What did you do? Did you ask someone you knew for money? Or did you work harder for your music to be rewarding at all levels?”, you asked them, feeling suddenly confident.

Anita and Sarina laughed a little and the two musicians looked at each other, grimacing a little.

“Gosh, the girl has repartee, I really like that.”, Roger admitted.

“Y/N is right about Deaky but....”, Brian started to say.

“Brian, please, could we carry on?”, Anita interrupted him, as Sarina nodded. You looked at them, quite relieved. You liked the two musicians a lot and you did not want to openly say you had never wished to beg for money, not wanting Brian to feel responsible. You merely hoped Ben had not mentioned the whole debt problem had occurred because of the trip to the United States.

“Hum, yes, of course.”, Brian almost apologized. “Okay, sweetheart, let us see your work.”, he said.

You stood up and gave the musicians the pieces of paper, with all the crossing-outs and the spots. You were really nervous. Deaky had said the few notes you had written in studio 39 were good but no one else knew this point. A five lines bass riff was nothing compared to a whole song writing.

“You wrote this, Princess? I mean, on your own?”, Roger asked, looking at you through his sunglasses. Still too nervous, you merely nodded.

“Well...”, he carried on, staring at the paper again.

“Personally, I don’t understand.”, Brian said.

“What? What don’t you get Bri?’, Joe almost took offence.

“Well, she clearly does not need help to create riffs, nor to write lyrics it seems. What are we doing here?”, the guitarist asked.

You sat back on your chair, sighing. It was as if a huge weight had been taken from your shoulders. Joe began to speak about the lyrics with Brian and Roger, proud he had been the source of your inspiration. Yet, you could not really hear them. All of this was somehow overwhelming for you. Almost too much.

“Y/N?”, you heard someone call your name.

“Sorry, what?”, you asked, shaking your head to clear your thoughts.

“What do you think about this?”, Joe repeated.

“Sorry, I.... What?”, you demanded again.

Brian and Roger looked at each other, the two of them eventually understanding.

“Joe, Y/N is not ready for this, it seems.”, Roger said.

“But, I’m sure she would be so great touring with you guys as your bassist.”, Joe carried on, as you raised your eyebrows to this sentence. Touring with Queen and Adam Lambert.

“Joe, she is amazing, but this might not be the life she is longing for....”, Brian told him, as the actor deeply sighed.

Sarina saw you were clearly ill at ease and eventually spoke.

“Okay, I don’t like to be the annoying one but I’m really hungry. Maybe we could leave this for today. I propose Joe and Y/N got to their hotel and freshen up and then we all could go out for diner?”, she suggested.

Again, you glanced at her and thanked her with your eyes. She winked at you and the six of you left the room, Joe and you still taking the luggage with you.

The little drive in taxi was all silent, nor Joe or you daring to speak first. The receptionist was really polite and the two of you headed to the shared bedroom.

Joe went at the window and looked at the street, as the traffic was quite dense.

“Joe? Come next to me, please.”, you told him, as you sited at the edge of the bed. You heard him sigh but he complied. Yet, he was still not looking at you.

“Joe? What would you say if.... If I asked you to marry me?”, you asked him.

“What?”, he suddenly turned to you.

“Just answer.”, you calmly carried on.

“I would say... I would .... I mean I love you but....”, he babbled.

“It’s too soon, right?”, you asked him.

“Yeah, I mean, maybe in the future I would like us to form a family, have kids and stuff like that but....”, he mumbled, passing his hand in his hair.

“Okay, sorry if this was a little abrupt. Listen to me Joe, I don’t want to marry you either. Not now, at least.”, you explained. “This is the same thing for this whole thing about me composing music and touring with Queen and Adam.... Joe, why do you do all this?”, you asked him.

“I.... I just want you to be happy. See, happy with me, happy with your... our friends, happy with music. I just want you to be filled.”, he confessed.

“I understand, Joe.”, you told him as you took his hands. “But this is going way too fast.”, you admitted.

“When I see you playing, it’s like you illuminate the room, you’re inspired and inspiring. You’re so beautiful. Someone should film you for you to see this.”, he stated.

“This would be so weird....”, you laughed. “Yes, music is my life, it fills my heart, certainly as much as you do, but they are many fields related to music.... I’m sure I can.... I’m sure we can figure this out.”

“I love you, Y/N.”, Joe eventually said, smiling again.

“And I love you too, Mister Mazzello.”, you replied as you kissed him.

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It had been a few months now since the six of you had had diner in this little yet very chic restaurant. Anita had this wonderful idea and now, the whole project was complete. It has taken a little bit of time but it was something that really mattered. It involved music of course, Queen and charity. This was perfect.

The school you were now teaching in was called Mercury Inspired Teaching. MIT for short. The name was obviously Joe’s idea and it had been useless to fight for another name. Anita and Sarina were godmothers of the project. They wanted to take part in this adventure and to help their partners in life, as the two musicians were still touring with Adam Lambert. Both of them were not able to actually teach, nor run the institute, strictly speaking, but with their influence, things were done quickly and properly.

A kind of huge audition had happened to find the perfect headmaster. But the new headteacher had already experience in school running and a honorable musical knowledge. Kevin had come back and was teaching engineering and everything he knew about sounding and electronics. Some staff members you knew were also working here with you, as many of them had proven their skills were not underrated. All the teachers were fairly paid and when giving concerts, the money was given to the Mercury Phoenix Trust.

As for you, you were now teacher in two subjects. Bass guitar of course. Even if you now knew how to play the piano properly, you still considered it to be a nonsense to teach it, while you still could improve yourself. As for bass guitars, they had been part of your life for such a long time. It was a pleasure for you to teach the art of this, still underrated to your point of view, yet wonderful instrument.

The other subject was musical history. You were specialized in modern and contemporary music. You were absolutely passionate to teach how the music had evolved in such a short time and how bands, whatever their style was, had influenced one another. As some of your students wanted to become professional musicians, playing their instruments or merely sing, you knew they had to be aware of the whole musical industry process.

You had eventually found your balance. You now lived in London, close to your friends, somehow the members of your family. When Joe was filming, you were always surrounded and busy, this was absolutely perfect. You were eventually enjoying your life to the full.

You looked at the homework you still had to correct on your desk. It was not the funniest part of the job, but you did not mind because you knew the students would always give their best. Yet, you stood up a little as your legs needed to get stretched. You stared at the wall, where a homemade frame was hanging and you smiled. Your very first song. You took the frame in your hands, reading the words again.

‘Lying in bed

You are holding me in your arms,

I’m wide awake

Because all I think about is you and I.

Getting up,

And I have a look at you, just you.

I see them swinging around you,

Humanizing them as they move.

Hands in hands, quaver, breves, crotchets

All round dancing all around your body

And here I am, wondering what’s happening.

I look around to see from where they are spreading.

Soon I find out it is coming from me

My whole body is radiating

Notes are literally quitting my body,

I see light at the end of my fingers

And all along my arms, flowing on my chest

All of this is running in my veins.

Deep down inside

I eventually realize,

They have always been there

Resting within me, waiting

Waiting for the right time to show up,

Waiting for the love of the right one.”

You put the fame back on the wall, sweetly smiling and thinking. One of your student once had asked you a very interesting question. What music meant to you? You had been deeply surprised by the question, yet, it was very accurate in this very institute. When facing your students and as they were still quite young, you had explained music was a huge part of your life, that it helped you escape in a way. And as a homework, you had asked them to answer themselves this very question.

Yet, when you had been on your own, you had deeply thought about this very interesting question, and many answers came to your mind. Music was indeed a huge part of you life, but it was so much more. When writings lyrics on your own for the first time, inspired by Joe at this time, you had named the song ‘Running in my veins’. And it was indeed. Music was always there when you needed it the most, like a best friend never leaving you, always there to express your every emotions. Music was there when you thought life had given up on you. And in a way, it saved you. Music was your savior. But this very last thought was something you had kept for you. You were not sure Joe would understand, even if the two of you loved each other deeply.

Looking at the window, you thought again about this whole adventure. You smiled alone in your office as you recalled how it all started. With two simple words. And those words were :

Bohemian Rhapsody ....

Part 29 : The Millionaire’s Waltz // check out my masterlist for maybe bonus parts ? ^^

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certifiedskywalker · 5 years

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Give Me Love - Brian May

You’re more than happy to be attending John and Veronica’s wedding; even despite the fact you don’t have a date. Luckily for you, the entertainment for the evening has had his eyes on you since the day the two of you met.

Or...Where Brian sings a song for the Deacon’s wedding and you realize love had been in front of you all this time…

The ceremony had been lovely. The floral arrangements were gorgeous, the color scheme was spot on, and the happy couple was very much in love. Never before had you seen someone smile like how John Deacon did as Veronica made her way down the aisle. You were certain you saw Roger even wipe a tear from his eye. The fact Brian said he saw it to filled you with pride; not only because you were right but because of how far the band, the family, had come.

It felt like yesterday when you were asked to be assistant to Jim Beach as he acted as Queen’s lawyer. Looking back, it only seemed like a week ago you were at Rockfield with them all, witnessing history in the making. Now, Deaky was married and the band was stronger than ever.

“I am so dreadfully looking forwards to this reception,” Freddie drawled, “aren’t you darlings? Deaky dancing will be the highlight of the evening!” The singer couldn’t help the chuckle that filled the car as Brian drove him and yourself to the reception hall.

“You’re not going to be in the limelight, Fred?” Brian asked teasingly, eyes darting to the rearview mirror to gauge Freddie’s reaction. You gave him a bright smile as you giggled, prompting Freddie to laugh as well.

“I would never steal the light away from true love, Brian. How bold of you to assume.” You heard the guitarist chuckle in the driver’s seat and you glanced in the mirror again. When you did, you found him already looking at you with a softness in his eyes that made you blush. You weren’t quite sure as to why, but Brian’s eyes seemed more stunning than usual.

Perhaps it was the form fitting suit that hugged his lithe frame perfectly that accentuated the flecks of green. Or maybe it was his curly mess of mane that he had attempted to tame for the day’s events that framed his face so beautifully. It couldn’t be the years you had spent yearning to see him a suit like that, years pining over him in general. While the true reason laid untouched in your heart, you gazed out the window and watched the enchanting scenery whizz by.

“Don’t you think your new song will steal the attention away?” Freddie asked Brian loudly, bringing your focus back to the conversation.

“New song?” You questioned, glancing up in the rearview once more. Brian’s cheeks turned a cute shade of pink at your investigating. “You didn’t tell me about this.”

“It was meant to be a surprise,” he grumbled, “Fred.” The man beside you raised his hands in protest, brown eyes wide at being accused.

“I was told nothing about this! A surprise for whom, may I ask?” You didn’t have to look in the mirror to see Brian tense up. His knuckles turned white as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. His silence was only interrupted once he parked.

“We’re here,” he announced, turning the engine off. You watched as he came around and opened the door for you and Freddie. The singer jumped out before you, eager to get inside the party as he already started towards the door. Carefully, as to not tear your dress, you wiggled your way out of the back seat. Graciously, you took Brian’s already extended hand as he helped you in your escape.

“Thank you, fine gentleman,” you proclaimed, trying on your best impression of Freddie. Brian smiled, that type of smile he only reserved for the band. The same smile you wish you had the pleasure of seeing everyday.

“You’re very welcome,” he said, bowing to play along. He shut the door and hooked his arm in yours as you both followed in Freddie’s wake. “You look lovely, by the way.” You turned your head to face Brian the moment the words reached your ears. He spared a brief, bashful glance at your features before looking back at the building before you. The skin of his long neck turned a shade of red when you pecked his cheek affectionately. You let out a happy hum and tried your best to calm your thundering heart.

“You are rather dashing as well,” you admitted, thumbing the sleeve of his suit with your free hand. “Black is definitely your color, you make it work for you.” Brian whispered a soft thank you as you neared the doors of the reception hall. Freddie was holding the door open for the two of you, smiling at the sight of your joined arms.

“Aw, aren’t the two of you adorable? You should have gone as each other’s dates.” Freddie had a way of making anything anyone ever did romantic. It was like a bad habit, in all honesty. However, over the years, you had noticed his favorite victims were yourself and Brian. Without fail, Freddie would always seat the two of you next to each other and fawn over the idea of you as a couple.

He wasn’t alone in that idea though. You had thought about it yourself on many occasions but never had enough courage to do anything. Brian was the wonderful guy who everyone loved, the guy who was so kind to you that your heart nearly melted every time you brought you a cup of tea. He was he guy that had been your shoulder to cry on for years now and you didn’t want to risk losing that. You needed Brian in your life; so you endured Freddie’s teasing.

“Take it easy, Fred,” Brian scolded gently as his arm unlinked from yours. Your brows knitted together at the loss of contact, only to relax again when you felt his warm hand on the small of you back guiding you inside.

The hall was stunningly decorated with brightly colored roses littering every table in sight. There wasn’t a flat surface in the place that didn’t have some floral arrangement resting atop of it. Freddie was spinning around, taking every inch of the place in while you and Brian gazed around. You were so busy taking in the sight surrounding you, that you missed how Brian’s eyes took in the wonder on your features.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured before turning to Brian. His eyes were already on you, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah, it is.” You were about to correct him, as if he made some mistake in the way he was looking at you rather than the decor, but you heard an all too familiar laugh. Roger was already holding a glass in his hands, smiling like a fool.

“Roger’s already found the refreshments,” Freddie cheered, taking your hand. You glanced over your shoulder to look at Brian and mouthed a ‘I’m sorry’. He gave you a thumbs up and watched on as Freddie lead you away. Brian waited until he knew you were with Roger to turn away and find John with his heart caught in his throat.

Despite his best efforts, Freddie did not get you to drink too much. You split a beer with Roger, who vehemently denied ever crying, and a fancy cocktail Freddie had ordered for you. In the very least, you felt fuzzy from the drinks in your belly but nothing more. However, as soon as you found Brian with his hair a little more wild and his button up slightly buttoned down, you felt a bit drunk off of something else entirely.

“There you are,” the guitarist said fondly, grabbing for the hand you had reached out for him with. You allowed yourself to lean against him slightly before facing the newly weds. You beamed at John and Veronica, whose happiness seemed to fill the air around you.

“You two are lovely,” you said to the couple. Veronica smiled and pecked John’s cheek, making the shy man blush.

“I take it Freddie’s shown you the drinks?” The bassist gestured to your empty glass and you nodded. John sighed, glancing over to this friends at the bar with concern.

“Don’t worry, I told them to take it easy tonight.” John thanked you before someone standing behind him and Veronica pulled his attention elsewhere. Before he left completely, he turned back to Brian.

“Everything is set up for when you’re ready. Just head up when you’re ready.” Brian nodded his head at his friend who winked before turning to his wife. You leaned against his side a little more, resting your hands on top of his shoulder to pull Brian down to a more accessible height.

“I can’t wait to hear this new song,” you whispered in his ear. You were so caught up in taking in his reaction that you almost didn’t feel the arm that wrapped snugly around your waist. He held you close to his form and the contact, despite his body heat, made you shiver.

“I hope you’ll like it,” he said nervously and you pecked his cheek.

“I love everything you do. I have a feeling this will be no different.” You could almost hear the way Brian’s breath caught in your throat and you realized just how close you were to him. Maybe you were a bit tipsy. As, had you been sober, you wouldn’t be sharing such a close proximity. Silently, you thanked the liquid courage. As you tried to pull away, you felt Brian’s arm tighten around your waist as if to keep you for a moment longer.

“Y/N, I’ve been really thinking about it and I need to-”

“Brian, darling, go sing!” You nearly jumped out of you skin when Freddie’s voice rang out from behind you. Brian noticed and let out a heavy sigh.

“Fred, now isn’t really-”

“Please darling,” Freddie pleaded, “you’ve been teasing us all day!” You placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it an encouraging squeeze.

“Go, just tell me later, okay? I’ll wait for you.” The look in his eyes were starlit; like the skies he longed to study in university until Queen fell into his lap. Until you lit up his night like the moon and gave him something to search for.

Speechless, Brian nodded and walked over to the smaller stage where the actual band had set up for the evening. You watched him go over to his guitar case with Freddie clinging to your arm. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, you pulled at the hem of your favorite dress and tried to fix any loose strands of hair. You heard Freddie chuckled lightly and when you looked at him, the singer was shaking his head. He reached for your hands to stop their mindless quest for perfection.

“He already thinks you’re gorgeous, darling, just relax.” An intense shade of red fell across yours skin like a blanket and Freddie laughed again. “Trust me, darling.” You tried to as Brian strummed lightly on the fret of his guitar, testing out the song.

The wedding guests suddenly fell quiet as John and Veronica moved to the middle of the polished dance floor. You nearly melted when you realized that the newlyweds had chosen Brian to perform the song for their first dance. Watching on, John took Veronica’s waist in his arms and they nodded at Brian. His chest shook as he took a deep breath and you could’ve sworn he glanced at you one last time before the song began.

Since the day we met, I knew I would never forget, Just how much I knew I wanted you to give me love.

To hold me close and steady Swaying to the beat, Ask me for anything and I will fall at your feet.

The lyrics reached your ears and, as if pulled by the magnet force that was Brian May, your eyes moved from the dancing couple to the man with the acoustic guitar balanced in his lap. The pounding of your heart only increased when you saw Brian’s eyes already on you as he sang. It was only when his eyes closed to reach higher notes when his gaze was not on you. He was singing to you, you realized, and you swallowed thickly as he continued.

It was so heartfelt, like each word had been written not in ink but in the color of Brian’s own soul. You watched as his long, nimble fingers expertly plucked and pulled at strings to keep the tune in play as the first dance came to an end. It was finishing far too soon in your opinion. You wanted to hear Brian sing forever.

And I knew that day Our eyes first met I wanted you and only You to give me love.

The song came to a slow end, Brian stretching out the last few notes so Deaky could spin Veronica right into his arms. The crowd clapped wildly, cheering for the couple and for Brian’s song. The guitarist stood, taking a nervous bow before John rushed over to him and wrapped him in a strong hug. You smiled at the sight, reaching up to wipe a tear you didn’t know had fallen from your eyes.

“Oh,” Freddie cried, “was that not the most lovely thing you’ve ever heard? Dare I say, I believe he wrote that for someone.” You turned to face Freddie, whose lips were upturned in the most knowing, childish smile you had ever seen.

“Fred, did you-”

“Here he comes, darling. Hopefully I won’t see you later.” The singer gave you a wink and flew off to find someone else to chat to. You watched him go, suddenly too bashful to look in the direction Brian was in. That was, until, you felt his warmth standing in front of you. Looking up at him, you saw his eyes were slightly glassy and his mouth parted with unsaid words stuck on the tip to his tongue.

“That was beautiful, Brian,” you gushed, ignoring the heat that rose up on your skin. He let out a shaky laugh that sounded more like an exhale than anything else. You peered up at his face, holding his gaze as you said, “Really, it was amazing.” His mouth opened then pressed into a thin line, as his mind raced before him.

“It was for you,” he admitted, his eyes searching yours for your immediate reaction. “I didn’t know how else to say it and I couldn’t not tell you any more. I felt like-” You put a halt to his babbling by reaching a tentative hand up to his face. With your fingers tracing along his jaw, Brian fell silent to savor the feeling of your skin against his. He reached for you, his hand falling on your waist to pull you flush to him. You thumb brushed his bottom lip and you felt a sharp inhale of his breath.

“Do you still want that?” You question had Brian nuzzling his face into your hand, urging your touch to remain on him. He hummed in response and the vibration against your skin cause goosebumps to rise along your arms. “Do you still want me to give you love?”

“Always,” Brian whispered coolly, nothing but the truth in his eyes, “always and only you.” You heart melted then, you were sure of it; but you didn’t care much for the mess. Instead, you leaned up on your tippy toes and placed a searing kiss to his lips. His mouth parted and he moaned slightly against your lips. His hand tugged at the material of your dress in an attempt to pull you impossibly close.

Your chest was pressed against against and you had confused the thumping of your own heart with his. Either way, you could not fight the feeling rushing through you, It was like you had been made or this moment. You only parted when music started up and Brian was left gasping.

“I love you,” his mumbled, resting his forehead against yours. You smiled as you tangled your fingers in his curls affectionately.

“I love you too, Bri.” He brushed his nose against yours at the sound of your words. You pecked his lips one last time before you pulled away. Tangling your fingers with his, you glanced over at the dance floor. Couples were swaying to the slow beat and you pulled gently on Brian’s arm. “Dance with me?”

“Always.”

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Crazy Little Game of Love: Chapter 3

A/N: Welcome Back guys! I hope you enjoy! Again, sorry for any typos. This chapter has some angst and lots of swearing, and possible trigger at the end. Love y’all!! -C

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Thursday October 4th, 1970 the day after Roger asked y/n to the beach house:

You and Freddie were out shopping on the streets of London after both of your classes, which luckily ended at 3:00 that day, so you’d have enough time to really look through all the clothes. You had your hair straight, and wore a pink tweed pencil skirt with matching jacket, and paired it with a white blouse and white heels.

“Freddie, where on Earth are we going to find a bathing suit, sunscreen, and beach towel in October!” You cried, only having found a foundation with SPF, a floppy sun hat, and a silky, long nightgown that day.

“I’ve got just the spot,” he said, stopping to look at the building in front of you. “Kensington Market.”

You laughed, as you considered his suggestion outlandish. “Oh please Freddie, you know I’m more of a Biba girl than Kensington Market.”

“Yeah? You’re a Biba girl who overlooks the modern fashion in the front room of the store and shops at Kensington Market when you’re going dancing.” He coldly responded.

“Don’t think I didn’t hear that.” You said, as you shoved past his shoulder, and entered Kensington Market, while Freddie smiled, as he knew he was getting through to you.

He’d been like this all day, irritable about your shopping choices, about buying SPF foundation, about buying a large, fashionable hat, about buying a nightgown, which you always insisted you hated, and especially the fact that when he’d suggested leaving to go shopping at 5 when you were just relaxing in your overalls on your bed around 4:30, you immediately got up, did your hair, and changed into your tweed outfit. It wasn’t you. It was a persona. And you didn’t think he saw through it, but to him you were as transparent as a freshly cleaned window pane.

When Freddie first moved in with you, you constantly dressed preppy, and he sometimes called you Tiffany in reference to Breakfast at Tiffany’s starring Audrey Hepburn, who you so frequently resembled. He remembered always falling asleep, and then you must have changed into your pajamas, and threw a silky robe over, and immediately put the robe on when you woke up. He’d just thought that was who you were, and then gradually, as you warmed up to him, you’d come home and replace your skirt or dress for overalls and a t-shirt, or bell bottoms and a flowy shirt. You’d look modern, young, and spunky at home, yet old fashioned, preppy, and uptight as soon as you’d step outside. Then, as a few more weeks went on you grew adapted to wearing comfortable clothes around the dorm, actually wearing sweatpants when it was cold, and getting changed into your pajamas before he fell asleep, which usually consisted of an oversized t-shirt and comfortable shorts. You often talked about how you hated wearing nightgowns and how they made you feel, which was why today was so confusing for him. The only time you dressed like a modern teenager was when you’d go out dancing. You’d quickly reach to the far back of your shared closet and put on your favorite gold jumpsuit, emerald short dress with a plunging neckline, or paisley disco short cut dress with bell sleeves, a big belt and go go boots, and topped it all off with numerous layered silver necklaces. He noticed it seemed as though the disco in you was screaming to crawl out of its tweed, wool, silk, or satin shell, and would make small appearances like in your boots or necklaces, but nothing more and sometimes certainly less.

Later that day when you both got back to the dorm, you were packing a bag for your trip with Roger this upcoming weekend. Freddie was in the corner drawing and would barely even talk to you. You were completely confused as to why he wouldn’t even say a word. He convinced you to buy all 4 bikinis you found, and when you went to Biba you bought two new dresses, much to Freddie’s disappointment, and a new dress for when you’d go out dancing.

While taking your new clothes out of your shopping bags, you found your new sparkly dress and said, “Hey Freddie, do you think Roger will take me dancing?”

Freddie scoffed and slammed his sketchbook shut. “I love you, but you’re absolutely ridiculous.” He spat.

“What do you mean, I just asked you a question?!” Your hands flew up in disbelief.

“I can’t handle it much more, darling! I’ve got to say something! Look at what you’ve packed! It’s all tweed and satin dresses!” He screamed, storming over to you and pulling your bag apart.

“What the hell, Fred!” You yelled back.

“Y/n, you’re going to the beach, not Paris! Jesus Christ, Love! And of all the people in the world, you’re going with Roger Taylor! If people see the two of you together, you’ll look like polar opposites! You’d certainly be the oddest couple I’d ever seen, Y/n. Or should I say ‘Tiffany’”. He smirked, seeing your nickname get to you.

“That’s enough. I dress the way I do because I enjoy it. End of story.” You hurriedly responded, trying to brush off having to explain yourself.

“But do you though?! Because you show me pictures of when you were in high school, not even 2 years ago, and you dress just like every young person I’d ever seen. Bell bottoms, paisley, flowy shirt, crop tops, mini skirts, vibrant colors, low cut dresses, all of it. And as soon as you got to college you looked like a different person. You went from natural hair and makeup with a fun colored lipstick to completely made up face and burgundy lips, with your hair curled or up in a bun. When I first met you, you wouldn’t even dress comfortable around me. You do now, but only if I’m the only person around. What’s up with you?!” He yelled, clearly frustrated and pressing for information.

“Just drop it okay! Why can’t there be any privacy between us! Maybe I just don’t want to talk about it!”

“If it was the way you really liked to dress, then fine! Dress like that! What do I care? I want everyone to dress as they like to and feel confident in themselves, but I wouldn’t be pestering you if I didn’t know you really don’t dress like this, Darling. Even Roger noticed. He told me yesterday he didn’t even recognize you when he first saw you compared to you at the club. How can he really get to know you this weekend if you wear this- this… facade!” He sighed, exasperated.

“Alright Freddie! You wanna know why I dress like this all the time? You really wanna know why?!” You yelled, raising your voice as loud as you could while holding back your tears. “Because music school is competitive, and I want to beat everyone out. In order to get what I want and be a concert violinist, you have to look the part if you want to get ahead, and you never know who’s watching. I want this more than anything! Was it hard not wearing pants all of a sudden? Of course! Do I like having to do my makeup and hair and look perfect all the time? No! I bloody hate it! But everyone here knows where I come from, what my life was like! I got here basically on a full scholarship because my family didn’t have much money. All the other kids come from parents with mansions and Alfa Romeo’s and now I have to prove myself! I feel like I’m going for a job interview all the time, and I hate it. I’m so scared someone will see me for who I was, not who I strive to be. The part of me that wants to be a classical violinist hates the real me. And I’ve buried her down. I’m not the same person anymore, Freddie! Let’s face it: I’m insecure! There! I said it! I’m fucking insecure! Is that what you wanted? You happy now!?” You screamed your last statement as you threw two handfuls of clothes at him, unable to hold your tears back.

Freddie stood there motionless. “I don’t know what to say.” He admitted, head down in shame, as you wrapped your arms around yourself. He slowly walked toward you and engulfed you in a big hug. In this moment, his actions spoke louder than words, and you knew he was incredibly sorry. He didn’t have to say it. You returned his hug, put your head on his shoulder, and he knew you were sorry for yelling at him too. “I understand now love, but why can’t you dress the way you like sometimes? Don't you want people to sign you for looking the way you like to dress?”

“Well then they’d never sign me. Orchestras don’t want a girl in bell bottoms. They want someone put together and sophisticated to reflect their values, someone who looks like she grew up in a fancy city in a million dollar house. Since I’m not that girl, I became her.”

More silence. “I feel so sorry for you.” He whispered, and you felt your shoulder become wet as tears fled down his cheeks as well. “You dress modern when we go dancing love.” He stated, trying to be hopeful.

“And that’s the only time. Speaking of which, do you think Roger and I will go dancing?”

“Wait, you’re still actually wearing these clothes at the beach?”

You nodded. “I have to.”

Freddie shook his head in disbelief, and stiffened up a little. To see that you’d never be able to express yourself through your clothing saddened him greatly. That’s what he was going to school for, to make clothes, and in his mind, that’s exactly what clothes were for. He always expressed himself extravagantly, yet extremely modern and avant-garde through his clothing. He was overcome with sadness. “Just throw in your gold jumpsuit, just in case.”

“But Freddie, I want to know! I don’t want to over pack for nothing!” You said, grabbing your new SPF foundation and throwing it in your bag.

“You must be joking! Over pack? All the clothes you already packed are too dressy for the beach.” He said, throwing his hands back in the air. “You’re already doing a wonderful job, Tiffany. I must say.” He sarcastically added, and snatched your foundation out of your bag.

“Oh, fuck off Fred.” You crossed your arms. And very calmly, in efforts to not start another fight said, “Give me that back, Freddie. I just bought it.”

“No.”

“Freddie,” You warned.

“No.”

“Who are you to say what I can and can’t bring!”

“You’re not bringing foundation to wear on the beach. You already have your normal one packed for if you go out?”

You paused, not wanting to admit he was right.

“Yeah.”

“Then you don’t need this.”

You knew he had backed you into a corner, and there was no coming out. He was right. “I hate you.” You quietly muttered.

Freddie laughed. “No you don’t.”

You smiled back. “You’re right. I don’t. I’m sorry, I just-”

“You don’t have to apologize, darling. I already know.” He winked.

You spent the next 10 minutes in a comfortable silence and then grabbed his address book from your shared desk, and went to walk to the door.

“Now what on Earth are you doing?!” He smiled.

“Calling Roger.”

“He said not to call unless you’re not going!” Freddie jokingly warned.

“I just need to know what to pack!”

“Just pack whatever!” He said, lunging toward you to get his book back.

“No!” Shrieked, running out the door and locking it to slow him down, running down the hall to the phone, laughing like a mad man. Freddie finally opened the door as you reached the phone.

“Don’t you dare do it, darling!” He yelled.

“Already have his contact open!” You teased, and started typing it into the phone.

Freddie caught up to you and snatched his book out of your hand. “Ha!”

“I already dialed it, dumbass!” You joked back.

Unbeknownst to you, Roger had just picked up on the other line. “THEN HANG IT UP, DARLING! HANG UP THE BLOODY PHONE AND PACK WHATEVER!” Freddie yelled, trying to pry the phone out of your hands.

“No!”

Roger laughed on the other line at your bickering.

“Hello?” He said.

“ROGER!” You and Freddie both yelled at the same time.

In the background, Roger heard, “ROGER IT’S ME, FREDDIE, I CALLED YOU!”

“NO YOU DIDN’T!” You laughed back. You finally pulled the phone away from Freddie, winning your game of tug of war. “HA!” You yelled in Freddie’s face. “Hi Roger!” You said, completely calm as if none of yours and Freddie’s bickering had just happened, which caused both Freddie and Roger to start laughing hysterically. Freddie pressed his ear right next to yours to hear the entire conversation.

“Hello Love.” He laughed. You could hear the smile in his voice. “So um- you called.” He grew quiet. You could tell he was nervous, and assumed you were denying his invitation.

“Oh no, Roger! I’m coming don’t you worry!”

“You’re coming! That’s great!” He was immediately excited, just like a little kid in a candy store. “That’s so great! We’re gonna have a great time Love, just you wait and see.”

His excitement made you laugh. “I’m sure! I was just calling to see if we’re going to go dancing? Like to a disco club I mean. I was just packing, and realized I didn’t exactly know what to bring.” You laughed nervously.

“Ugh, the sexual tension is killing me!” Freddie sighed.

“Freddie!” You said in disbelief of his audacity.

“Is he listening in y/n?”

“Hi Roggie.” Freddie smirked.

“Hey Fred. Can I talk to y/n?”

“You are talking to y/n, darling!” Freddie said extravagantly.

“Oh bloody hell.” Roger shook his head. “Guess I should’ve expected it from ‘em.”

You heard a “mhm” in response right next to the phone on the other end. You and Freddie smirked at each other knowingly.

“Hi Brian!” You and Freddie said cheerfully in unison.

“Hi guys.” He was uncomfortable for getting caught. “I uh- I didn’t want to listen in. Um, Roger kinda forced me to. Sorry I’ll go. Bye y/n”

“Well anyways love,” Roger cut in “If you wanna go dancing, we’ll go dancing. You’ve got my word.”

“Really?!” You said excited.

“Really. 3:00 okay?”

“Yeah, I don’t have any classes tomorrow so really you can come whenever.”

“That’s great! Freddie told me that, so I said 3:00 just ‘cuz I guess I didn’t want to be overbearing. I get done with classes around 11:00, so we really could go any time after that. The drive is kinda long, so the sooner we leave the better.”

“Is noon okay?” You asked hesitantly, and Freddie gave you a thumbs up.

“Yeah Love, noon sounds great. See you then?”

“It’s a date.” You said, smiling ear to ear.

“Quoting my note?”

“Of course, goodnight Rog.”

“G’night, Love.”

You hung up the phone and twirled around, and grabbed Freddie’s hand and started skipping down to your room.

“You really like him, huh?” Freddie said, as you entered the room.

“Well I like the looks of him, but I don’t know him enough yet. I’m sure I like him though.” You smiled, and finished packing your things.

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When Roger hung up the phone, he smiled and shook his head in disbelief, while saying to himself, “I’ve got the most beautiful and mysterious girl I’ve ever seen coming on a weekend trip with me. Wow.”

Brian slammed his bedroom door shut in defeat. In his mind, he’d called you the most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen before any of the other guys, thought Deaky saw you as a friend, and after yesterday thought he’d really have you. He’d have to figure out a way to impress you when you got back from the weekend with Roger.

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October 5th, 1970

“Y/n! Roger’s outside, love!” Freddie yelled as he ran from the front of your building to the dorm. He was on door duty to spot out Roger.

As he stepped in, he noticed you in your plain black dress with a white Peter Pan collar, and hair up in a bun. “Oh dear god. People will think Roger abducted you dressed that way. I’m gonna go talk to him. Really consider the clothes you’re bringing, Darling.”

You ended up packing everything you originally had packed before your fight with Freddie the night before, packed all your bathing suits, nightgowns, and 4 outfits to go clubbing in efforts to keep up your pristine persona. You grabbed your overnight bag, large purse, and put on your tan trench coat and black heels. You stepped outside to a beautiful sunny day, and saw Freddie at the side of the car talking to Roger. As soon as you got to the car, you saw Roger’s face light up, and then fall again as he took everything in. You remembered what Freddie said before, about him not even recognizing you on Monday, and it almost made you crawl out of your skin. You suddenly felt engulfed by your clothing, and needed to get out of the satin dress, and into clothes you’d been longing to wear for ages.

“Oh fuck it!” You said, dropped your purse, and stormed back inside with your bag.

Freddie smirked, for he saw the thought process that happened in your head, and knew the you he’d been dying to see would be walking out that door any minute.

“What the hell are you smirking for, Freddie! She left and went inside! Is she even coming?” He sighed, worried he somehow did something to offend you.

“Oh cheer up Roger. She left her purse here. She’s coming back. She always comes back.”

Two minutes passed and you still hadn’t come back.

“Crank the radio on station 102.6. That’ll get her out.” Freddie said.

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When you entered the room, you kicked your heels across the room, opened your bag, and dumped everything out on your bed. You grabbed your clubbing dresses, hygiene and makeup products, and bikinis, underwear, and bras and threw them back in your bag, and pushed the pile of dresses and nightgowns to the side. You quickly pulled your tub of “old y/n” clothes out from under your bed, and opened it, a smile coming to your face. You left out your little blue sandals, and put the rest of the sandals, boots, and sneakers in your bag. You dug through it quickly, grabbing two pairs of bell bottoms and some shirts, your plaid tracksuit outfit, your Adidas shorts and t-shirt, some shorts, one bohemian dress, and threw in 3 old over sized tye dyed shirts to sleep in. When you noticed an old extremely sheer, low cut jumper you used to wear out without telling your parents when you were younger, you laughed and immediately threw it in your bag thinking, ‘I’ll drive Roger crazy if I don’t wear a bra with this.’ You grabbed your silk robe from your bed and one nice dress in case you went to dinner, and stuffed everything in your bag. Music started to blast from outside, and you knew Freddie was trying to play into your weaknesses to get you to come out. Just as you were about to leave, you noticed yourself in the mirror, and immediately took off your dress, and swapped it for a low-cut, short, jean halter-top dress which used to be your favorite item your clothing and put on blue wicker wedges. You wiped off all your makeup except for your minimal eye shadow and put on a lip gloss, threw your sunglasses on your head, and started to make your way outside.

As you stepped into the sun, you pulled your hair out of its bun and it cascaded down your face in natural beach waves as you walked to the car feeling renewed.

Freddie thought the smile on your face was the biggest he’d seen in six months, and was content with himself for finally getting through to you to some extent. Even if it was just for the weekend, it was a baby step. He was just happy to see you happy.

Roger’s jaw dropped open as he saw you walk to the car. Not that you weren’t perfect before, but now you were just so much better. You seemed less timid and more confident in yourself. He saw you transform into his dream girl right in front of his eyes. He immediately got out of the car and grabbed your bag from you just as you reached the curb.

“Here Love, let me take that.” He said, snatching your big duffel bag from you as you picked up your purse, and went to the back of the car to find room for it.

It was hard for you to look up at Freddie, since he was the only one who knew how hard this was for you. “You look absolutely stunning, my dear.”

You rushed into his arms for a hug, allowing your wall of confidence down for a moment and shaking from fear of who could see you dressed unsophisticated. “Shh. You’re gorgeous. I’m so fucking proud of you.” He said, picking you up by your shoulders to look at your face and kissing you on the cheek. Roger walked back over, and you put up your wall again as if nothing had ever happened.

You quickly learned Roger was extremely over confident, as he stepped extremely close to you with your bodies almost touching and lightly pressed the hands of his fingers to yours. “You- um. Wow, I can’t form words.” He said, laughing in embarrassment. “You look gorgeous. Not that you just look it- I mean, you are gorgeous. You- uh, look amazing.”

You laughed. “Well thank you!” Roger opened the door for you.

“You ready love?”

“ ‘Course. Bye Freddie!” You gave him a quick hug and got in the passenger seat, closing the door behind you.

“Bye darling!” Roger stayed in front of Fred with his back to you and quietly said to Freddie,

“Bloody hell, Fred. She looks amazing. I mean I thought she was gorgeous before, now she walks out of the dorm in a different outfit and she’s already stabbed me in the heart three times just with the way she walks in those heels. Mate, she’s the woman of my dreams, I really mean it. I’ve never been speechless.”

“She has that effect on people.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see as you get to know her. She’s as beautiful a person inside as she is out.” Freddie said, patting Roger on the shoulder as he turned around and went inside.

Roger got in the car smiling like a mad man. “Ready, gorgeous?”

You blushed. “I am now!” You rolled your eyes. “God I felt like I was crawling out of my own skin.”

He started driving, and while turning out of your campus said, “Why was that Love, that you went and changed?”

“Don’t really wanna talk about it right now.” You softly replied.

“Oh well that’s fine. We’ve got plenty of time to talk. You can tell me whenever you’re ready.”

“How much time do we have exactly?” You asked, smiling at his enthusiasm.

“ ‘bout five hours, usually a little less.”

“Five hours!?!”

“I know it’s long. I’m sorry Love. But look at it this way: we’ve got a hell of a long time to get to know each other! First two and a half hours are all yours, and I’ll tell you about me after. My ears are completely open. I wanna know everything, I really mean it.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

“Well then I guess I better get talking.” You smiled looking at him, while he already looked at you with love in his eyes. You knew this was going to be a good trip.

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You’d just told Roger about your life growing up, what you’d told Freddie when you first met him, why you decided not to return home and what happened with your parents in December last year, and you told him about what happened with you and Freddie the night before, and that dressing “normal” was the hardest thing you had to do in 2 years. His response made you blush. He said, “Wow Love, that makes you incredibly brave. I like that in a girl. I’m proud of you y/n. I know I haven’t known you for long, but now that I know everything about you I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”

At this point you were about three and a half hours into your car ride, and the two of you were crying laughing sharing stories back and forth.

“You’re joking!” He said, slapping the steering wheel as he laughed.

“I’m serious! I really thought it was ‘g’bleshyou’ instead of ‘God bless you’!”

“Now how does that make any logical sense, Love.”

“Rog I was seven! What do you want from me?!”

“Just saying, when I was seven, I knew it was ‘God bless you’.”

“Well if it wasn’t for John, I never would have known. Freddie says if you pay attention when someone sneezes, I still say it out of instinct.”

John. You hadn’t really mentioned him at all, other than talking about what caused the fight earlier in the week.

“Well, I’ll make sure I’m next to you when I sneeze this weekend.” Roger smirked, making you roll your eyes. “Say, how close were you and John really?”

“We were best friends. I mean it truthfully. We honestly did everything together. We’d go for short hikes, climb trees, go swimming in the lake that was close to our homes, eat dinner at each other’s houses,” you laughed at your next memory, “one time, when we were young and didn’t understand why parents didn’t want boys and girls to have a sleepover, John snuck out of his house and climbed in my window so we could have our sleepover and laugh and gossip and play truth or dare just like we’d see kids do in movies. John’s parents weren’t as strict as mine, so to see he wasn’t there in the morning never worried them. We did have to hide him in my closet for a half hour ‘till my dad went to work and my mom left to go to my aunts house. The whole ordeal left us laughing like crazy. But yeah, even as we grew older we stayed close; always enjoyed each other’s company.”

“So why’d you do it then? You know, break his heart, cut him out.”

You sighed, annoyed with your stupidity all those months ago. “I don’t know really. An act of rebellion maybe? I just took it out in the wrong place. I mean, I took it out in the right places too, I’m sure my parents hate me now just as much as I hated them my entire life. They made me hate Leicester where I grew up, and in my resentment of the town I’m afraid John got caught up in it. It’s the biggest regret of my life.”

“Can I ask? About your parents? I don’t wanna be rude, Love. Just curious is all.” He said nervously, hoping not to offend you in any way.

“Oh it’s fine, doesn’t bother me at this point. Guess I never really felt like they cared ‘bout me. Can’t remember them ever saying “I love you”. Think my mum must have showed me affection when I was young, or it at least looks like it from pictures, but I really remember her becoming cold after my grandma died. It was almost like she felt that if she didn’t have a mother than she wasn’t going to be one. After that, everything I did was never good enough. I was never pretty enough, smart enough, good enough. I’d get grounded for the stupidest things. My dad was a complete grouch too. They were both completely obsessed with appearances, and would go on nice trips each summer to show off how “happy” we were, but it was a complete joke. Behind the scenes I was crying myself to sleep each night and wondering why I was never enough. I don’t think they liked that I played violin. They love my younger brother who plays sports; they just have never been the artsy type. They told me I’d never make it as a violinist, so I left for good. Don’t need that shit; I’m an adult at this point, and just the thought of their stuck up asses being mortified because their picture perfect life was ruined by their daughter who won’t return home from college is enough payback for the pain they caused me over the first 18 years of my life. I can honestly say I’m happy now.”

“Wow. I’m sorry love.” He said. You could tell he didn’t know what to say. But honestly, who would?

“Don’t be, I’m stronger now.” You smiled.

“You’re so admirable. I could never do that. Granted, I liked my childhood. John will come around, I’m sure of it. Just give him a little time. You crushed his heart, ya know.”

You nodded sadly. “I miss him. Cried about it for two weeks before I met Freddie. Was so happy, yet embarrassed to see him on Monday. I didn’t know what to say. I knew I was wrong and that I regretted it. I wanted to call him, I just never knew how.”

“Well, if by some bat’s chance in hell that he doesn’t come back around, you’ve always got your new friend Roger. I hear he’s a nice guy.”

You laughed. This third person game was one you and Freddie played too often. “You haven’t told me too much about your childhood, Rog. I told you my whole life’s story! I think I deserve it.”

“We’re only a half hour away! I drove fast!” He said, trying to change the subject.

“Roger, don’t dodge my question. What was your childhood like?” You prodded.

“Alright love, alright. Just don’t laugh at me. I wasn’t always this outgoing. I was quite small as a kid. Got sick a lot. I was really thin. I’d come in from playing a game of football or rugby with my friends completely drained of color and shaking. It was like I had to grow into my skin or something. Gotta say it was awful. My mum and dad split when I was young, but I loved my family. Still do. Say, you can share my family if you wanna.”

You laughed. “I already got Freddie’s, thanks though.”

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You arrived at Roger’s beach house around 4:30 and were ecstatic to get out of the car. “Roger! This is absolutely gorgeous!”

“Yeah, always came here when I was little. I always liked living up here on the cliff. The waters are quite gorgeous as well.”

“I can’t wait to go to the beach tomorrow!” You said, running to the lawn of the house to get a better view of the ocean.

“We can even go after we get settled and eat tonight, love.” Roger walked to the back of the car to get your bags.

“Where are we eating tonight Rog?” You said, walking back to the car to help him grab the bags and go inside.

“Wherever really. There's a load of restaurants near us. There’s a really nice place I was planning on bringing you one night, and there’s this more casual bar type place near loads of stores we could walk through. The club we’re gonna go to is about 10 minutes away, and then just down the street there’s a shack that has great seafood. It’s extremely casual there. I’m a little tired, but really it’s up to you, Love.” He smiled, as you reached down to grab your duffel bag.

“No, no, I got it!” he said, quickly taking your bag from your hands and throwing it over his shoulder.

“Roger,” you laughed. “I’m completely capable of carrying my bag inside.”

“I know, I know. But you’re my guest, and I just want you to enjoy this weekend.” He said with a smile that melted you.

You tried to oppose him again. But he just cut you off. “Y/n. It’s okay. Just go sit outback and look at the water. It’s breathtaking.” He could see you were still hesitant and wanting to be helpful. “Please just let me spoil you this weekend. I want too, really.” he said earnestly. You could tell he was telling the truth. He really did want to spoil you this weekend, but why? It’s not like you were dating.

“Okay.” You softly spoke, not realizing how close the two of you were. You jumped back into reality, and awkwardly stepped away from him, unsure of what to say.

“I’m gonna go put out things in our rooms. I’ll come outside when I’m done. Shouldn’t take long. There’s a bench outback.” He walked past you, unlocking the front door and stepping inside. You found the sight of him with four bags on his arms quite amusing; he looked like the bell boy at a hotel. You walked outback and found the bench Roger spoke of and sat down. The bench was about ten feet away from the ledge, giving you a breathtaking view of the ocean and families on the beach down to your left. Your hair blew in the wind as you relaxed back into the bench and closed your eyes, taking in the serene surroundings.

Inside, Roger placed his bags on the bed in the master bedroom, and walked through the bathroom that connected his room to the one you’d be sleeping in. Of course he’d of much rathered you to sleep with him, but he wasn’t about to push anything. He really wanted to make this last. He placed your bag down, and put another white shopping bag with black tissue paper coming out of the top behind it. He was determined to start a relationship with you, and smiled at the thought of one. Roger walked to the living room and saw you sitting on the bench through the sliding glass doors. Your back was facing him and your head was tilted back, resting against the top of the bench. Your hair blew in the ocean wind, causing a small smile to appear on the blondes face. It was the little things that made him happy. Just seeing you so peaceful made you his dream girl even more. He opened the door and started walking toward you, laughing as he thought about what Freddie said the night before. The sexual tension was certainly killing him too.

Roger sat down next to you and put his arm around your shoulders as he said, “Beautiful, isn’t it, Y/n?”

You jumped and opened your eyes. “Jesus Christ Roger, you scared the crap out of me.” You laughed and settled back down, sliding into him a little bit. “Thanks for inviting me Rog, I’m already having a great time.” You said as he pulled you into his side a little bit.

“Oh, anytime Love. Really.” He looked down at you, and just for a moment pretended you were his. It was a nice feeling. He remembered about his gift for you, and wanted to find a way to get you inside so you could see it. “Uh, well it’s supposed to get nicer tomorrow, but it’s a little chilly now. I was thinking maybe we could go to the shack down the road to eat? All our stuff is set up inside.”

Your stomach grumbled loudly, causing you both to laugh. “Well, apparently I’m hungry, so sure. That sounds great.” You smiled.

“C’mon, I got our rooms all set up.” He smiled, and the two of you walked inside making casual conversation.

“Well here is your room,” he gestured to a closed door, “ and here’s my room.” He motioned to the door that was to the right of yours. “Our rooms are connected by a bathroom in the middle that’s only accessible through the rooms. You can come get me if you need anything tonight, I really mean it. Well, I’m gonna go get changed to go to dinner. It’s not anything fancy, but I just wanna change after sitting in the car all day. You look fine the way you are though, if you don’t want to change. I just-”

You cut him off, he was clearly nervous and trying not to offend you. “Rog, it’s fine. I wanna change too. Is fifteen minutes okay? I just wanna touch up my makeup a little.”

“Yeah, yeah! That’s perfect.” He said, smugly crossing his arms and leaning against the wall across from your bedroom door so he could see you find your gift. You found the action kind of odd, and tentatively said,

“Okay, well, I'm gonna go in my room now,” he didn’t move. Just sat there waiting for you to open the door. You turned around and opened the door to find a beautifully decorated ocean themed room. You noticed your packed bag on the bed, and a tall, white shopping bag with black tissue paper coming out the top behind it. “Roger! Please don’t tell me you got me something. I didn’t bring you anything! I thought we were just taking a vacation.” You said, truly shocked.

“It’s just something small, Love. Open it!” He encouraged, stepping into the room.

You pulled the wrapping paper out of the bag to find a beautiful, black fur coat. You gasped. “Oh Roger, this is too much!”

“No it’s not! You’re worth it. I’ve got one that matches. Thought that’d look nice. Go ahead, try it on! If it doesn’t fit I’ll go get a different size.” He picked it up and held the coat open to help you put it on.

You walked over to the mirror, and gasped. “It’s perfect! I love it. Thank you so much, Roger. Really. I mean it.” His reflection appeared behind you and you turned around and gave him a huge hug.

“Now get dressed! And wear your coat. Tonight’s gonna be the only night cold enough to do so.” He winked, and walked through the bathroom to his room.

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The two of you walked into the little restaurant in new clothes, him in some leather pants and patterned t-shirt with his black fur coat that matched yours, and you in your bell bottoms with your red low cut halter top and new fur coat. You sat near the window to overlook the ocean, and Roger immediately had you laughing at some of his childhood memories. As you sat across from him laughing, Roger couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked; completely natural, yet breathtakingly beautiful. Seeing you in that jacket made you look like you were his girl, and he could tell everyone else in the restaurant thought you were his too. In this moment, he couldn’t have been happier.

The two of you walked out of the restaurant hand in hand with shoes off, and headed toward the beach to take the scenic route back to the house. There were three guys sitting on the fence where the sand started, and as you walked past one whistled at you while the other said, “Hello, gorgeous.”

You ignored them.

“Hey, don’t you think we’re more interesting than that douche your with?” The third said, the other two laughing along with him.

“Hey, fuck off.” Roger said protectively, wrapping his arms around your waist. “She’s taken.”

“But we’re more fun, aren’t we sweetheart?” They teased at you. Roger could feel you shaking from fear in his arms.

“Please just leave us alone. I’d choose him over you any day.”You spat, looking down. You were nervous they were going to start a fight with Roger. He was strong, but you knew he couldn’t take three men his size. And once they knocked him down, who knew what they’d do to you.

“C’mon baby, lets go.” Roger said, holding you close to his side and grabbing your hand as you walked to the beach and along the ocean home. Once you were far enough away from the guys he said, “You okay?”

You nodded.

“You sure?”

You nodded again.

“I’m sorry for pretending like- well, like we were together. I just didn’t know what else to do. Thought it’d shut them up. I hope I didn’t make you too uncomfortable.”

“No,” you laughed, “That wasn’t it at all! I just over analyze sometimes. Like, what could have happened if they kept at it, what if they hurt you Rog? It could have been bad.”

“Y/n, I’ve been in a fight before, and even if I didn’t win, who cares? I can handle a bruised eye and bloody nose. I was more worried about you, what they could have done to you. God! It makes me so angry. I’d never let anything happen to you, I promise.”

You could see the sincerity in his eyes. “Thanks, Rog.”

The two of you walked hand in hand on the beach until you got to the point you’d have to walk up to Roger’s house.

Roger stopped for a moment and looked at the horizon. “We better get inside, looks like a storm’s coming.”

Both of you had talked on the couch until about 11:30, eventually retiring to your rooms to go to bed, after you’d both had an exhausting day of traveling. Around 1:30 in the morning you were woken up from a dream that those three men from outside the shack had followed you back to Roger’s house, knocked him unconscious, and had carried you to the back of their car by a loud bang, which caused you to spring out of bed and run into Roger’s room in fear.

“Rog,” You cried, breathing heavily as you shook him awake.

“What!? What?! Are you alright?” He said, pulling you into his grasp as he sat up.

You rambled about your dream, and the noise that woke you up as you cried into his shoulder, jumping and letting out a slight scream as another bang of thunder shook the house.

“Shh, shh, it’s just the storm, it’s okay, baby.” He mentally noticed that he called you baby, hoping it was alright. It seemed like the right moment.

“C-can I stay w-with you tonight Rog?” You said shaking.

“ ‘Course. Not like I was gonna let you go back to your room anyways.” He smiled, pulling you into the bed with him.

You laid on your side facing him with your face buried in his chest as you finished crying, his hand gently rubbing your back.

“It was just a nightmare, Love. I’m not going anywhere. All the doors are locked. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, not now, not ever.” His words calmed you down, and was the last thing you remembered before peacefully falling asleep in his arms.

Roger woke up to sunlight illuminating the room, with your back pressed to his and his arm around you protectively. You looked so peaceful, and he didn’t want to wake you up, yet he didn’t want the position you were in to make you feel awkward.

You awoke smiling to the feeling of Roger’s arms around you, and yawned.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” He said in your ear, and you turned around to face him.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Just long enough to admire you.” He smirked back.

It seemed like every word he said made you smile.

“I’m gonna go make breakfast.” he said, getting out from under the covers. “I hope you’re okay with bacon and eggs, it’s the only thing I know how to make.”

You pushed yourself out from under the covers to go help, but he immediately refused. “Stay in bed, ba- I mean Love. I don’t need help.” He smiled. “I told you I was pampering you this weekend, didn’t I? We’re having breakfast in bed once I make it.”

You cheerfully resigned, laying back down on your side on top of the covers, immediately crossing your legs as you realized you only had an over-sized t-shirt on. “Kay.”

Roger noticed too. He hadn’t realized what you were wearing with it being so dark last night, but to him you had never looked hotter. Seeing you in a large shirt that was almost long enough made him blush. As he turned away, you said,

“And you can call me baby. I don’t mind. I actually find it kinda cute.” He turned back just in time to see you wink, and he prayed that you’d soon be his girl.

His dream girl.

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A/N: What an emotional roller coaster!!! Rog has me all soft rn Ch. 4 will be out in less than a week because I really want to get done with their beach weekend asap so we can focus on another guy. The aesthetic will be out right before Q&A tomorrow because I feel like the pictures are really important to the chapter. Hope you enjoyed!!!!!!!

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punch you, love you ; ben hardy x reader

Summary: Recently, you and Ben get on each other’s nerves like there is no tomorrow, but there’s a little something hidden underneath all that bitterness.

Warnings: Swear words, angst, flufffffffff. I also have zero knowledge in makeup so pls forgive me.

Word Count: 2,293 words.

A/N: This is my second attempt at writing a Ben Hardy x Reader oneshot. Do let me know if you have any comments or feedback in mind! Hope you enjoy this :’)

Being the makeup artist on the Bohemian Rhapsody movie set was like a dream come true to you. Queen has been your all-time favorite band, so getting to have a job were you see Brian May and Roger Taylor on almost a daily basis was like a blessing. What made it even better is that you get to transform four amazing actors into that brilliant band with the power of your makeup tools.

There was only one problem: one of them has been lately irritating the hell out of you. Ben Hardy.

It was another day at work, and you were prepping the boys for their “I Want to Break Free” scene.

“Oh, look at those eyelashes, darling. They make my eye colour truly pop!” Rami said in a bit of a high-pitched voice.

“Rami, you are turning to Freddie,” you chuckled as you carefully put the finishing touches on the left eyelashes.

“That is the plan,” he gave you a wink, attempting to show off his new eyelashes.

“Now, Bri- I mean Gwilym, I’ll just apply some spray to keep that makeup in place, so keep your eyes closed,” you dictated, shaking a bottle of spray.

“Do I really look that much like Brian? I feel like I look more like Aunt Petunia from Harry Potter at the moment,” Gwilym said, squeezing his eyes shut, and making you laugh with his horrifyingly accurate statement.

“Lord, you made me laugh and some of that nasty spray got in my mouth, Gwilym!” your face scrunched up in disgust, but you managed to keep laughing. “Or should I say Aunt Petunia?”

With that, you scurried away to where Joe was sitting, trying to escape the wrath of Gwilym trying to hit you with a towel.

“Well, hello grandma Joe,” you took a little brush and dipped it in a brown powder. “I’ll just adjust some of your wrinkles and you are free to go,” you started slowly brushing along the corners of Joe’s eyes and lips.

“Thank you, young lady! Maybe after this scene you can give me some anti-aging creams to get rid of them?” Joe tried to pull off his best grandma voice, and you tried your best to not laugh and mess up the makeup you have previously spent nearly 2 hours on.

“Grandma Joe, stop being a jerk by trying to make me laugh.”

“Oh, now dear that is not a way to talk to your elders! Where are the manners of these kids nowadays!?” he raised his voice and rolled his eyes to Gwilym, who shook his head in agreement.

“Shut it, you two,” you removed your brush-handling hand off of Joe’s face, proceeding to lightly punch the two guys on their arms. They started snickering like little boys as they got off their seats.

“Kids, you need to calm down,” Rami chimed in as he wore his pink earrings, channeling his inner Mercury yet again. A few seconds later, he walked over to where you stood, and gave your arm a light squeeze, “Thank you, (Y/N), you did a wonderful job with our makeup for that scene!”

“Yeah, you rock, even when you make fun of us,” Joe muttered in a joking tone.

“And even when we give you a hard time,” Gwilym agreed, twirling around a little in his nightgown.

You heart warmed at their sudden gratefulness, and a genuine smile formed on your lips, “You guys! Thank you so much, it makes me happy to be working with you. Now, enough with the cheesiness and go shoot your scene!” you hurried them off, but you felt like you were forgetting something.

“Um, speaking of giving me a hard time, actually, where the hell is Ben?” you place your knuckles on your hips, an apparent angry look taking over your features.

“I’m literally right here,” a cold, deep voice arose behind you. You took a deep breath, trying to contain your anger before turning around to look at him. With that, the three other guys awkwardly left the room. They knew it wasn’t going to go well.

There he was, Ben Hardy, with his lipstick faded and one side of his cheek lacking the proper amount of foundation. The sight of the makeup you worked hard on being smudged got on your nerves. Or maybe because it was the sight of Ben that made you angry.

“What happened to the makeup?”

“I went out for a quick smoke,” Ben avoided your gaze, feeling a little bit guilty.

“Okay, the lipstick fading from the cigarette I understand, but what about the foundation?” you turned around, preparing again the tools you’ll use to fix this.

“One of the girls cast as the groupies gave me a kiss on the cheek and I had to rub her lipstick off of my face,” he squared his arm, “anymore questions, officer?”

You closed your eyes, placing a brush a little bit too strongly on the counter. You felt super irritated, but what made you angrier was that tug at your heart when he said that one of the girls kissed him on the cheek.

(Y/N), he is an asshole. You are NOT jealous. Just get this over and done with. It is your job, after all.

Turning back to him, you point the swivel chair in his direction, and you motion for him to take a seat. His eyes, which were previously avoiding you, were now lingering on you as he strutted to the chair in his little black Rogerina skirt. You started working on his face, fixing every mishap that messed up the makeup.

What if he wasn’t just smoking? What if he was hooking up with that girl? Whatever, I don’t care.

You both sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Ben starts speaking again, “So, it’s either you interrogate me or you’re awfully silent? Is there no in-between?”

At that moment, you were perfecting a bit of his eyeliner, and you summoned all of the power within you to stop yourself from poking his eyes out. If only they weren’t so damn beautiful.

“Ben, if I were you, I would be scared of pissing off someone who is working so closely to my face.”

“What can you even do?”

“Oh, I don’t know, punch you in the goddamn face? But instead I’m here trying to be a good person and do my job correctly,” you replied rather harshly, his cold tone irritating you with every word he spoke. “And I’m also not going around kissing guys on the cheek and ruining their makeup,” you said in a very low voice as you turned away from him, grabbing the makeup setting spray.

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“I heard that, don’t act stupid, (Y/N).”

“Oh, you’ve got some nerve calling me stupid.”

Ben was now out of his chair, standing firmly right in front of you with his arms squared. Although he was trying to be intimidating, his current outfit, wig, and makeup were not helping him.

You stood there, raising your eyebrows at him, your hands placed on your sides. You were silently thanking God that no one was in the room to witness this fight.

“I didn’t call you stupid, I was precisely saying do not act stupid. There is a difference.”

“Oh, wow, there is?” you replied sarcastically.

“Yes, and it looks like you need to learn it,” he snapped back.

“And you need to learn to be nicer!” you started shouting a little.

“I am nice, it’s not my fault that you don’t see it! You only notice how funny Joe, Gwilym, and Rami are. But no, I’M the asshole,” Ben’s deep voice was getting louder.

“What? You know that I’ve always loved you all equally. You are the one who started getting weird and annoying a couple of months back. You’re off, you’re cold, and just plain annoying. You are always nitpicking at anything I do, and it definitely takes its toll on me. So don’t be fucking surprised when I’m being bitchy all of a sudden because of the way YOU have been acting, Benjamin,” you ended your rant, calling him Benjamin for the first time in the entirety of the past year you have worked on set.

Ben looked a bit taken aback, his eyes widened at the sudden anger that has erupted from you. You were usually a person that kept her peace, so this was so new for him to witness.

And just like word vomit, Ben uttered, “You are so hot when you are mad.”

The look on your faces made it evident that even he can’t believe that he actually just said that.

“W-what?” you felt yourself blushing, but a puzzled look remained on your face as you took a little step back away from him.

My heart is beating so fast, what the hell is this?

“S-sorry, forget I said anything, it’s been a tiring day. Just-”

Word vomit, again. This time, it’s you: “Just shut up and kiss me.”

With the swiftest move possible, Ben’s hands cup either sides of your face as his lips crash onto yours. His right hand slowly lets go of your cheek only to embrace your waist, pulling your body closer to his. Your hands were resting on his hard chest. As your lips move in sync with each other, you start tugging at his pink and yellow tie, deepening the kiss. For people that irritated each other 99% of the time, it felt like you guys have been kissing each other for years.

Ben breaks the kiss for a few seconds, opening his eyes to take a good look at your pretty ones. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and he utters a few words, “you also look so hot with your cheeks firing up like that, too.” His thick accent manages to turn your insides into mush, making you uncontrollably smile despite trying to keep your calm poise.

“And you look very fine with that skirt, I must say,” you let out a small giggle, gathering up the courage to plant a sweet kiss on his pink lips. As soon as you break it, Ben sends another small kiss, making you feel like he just couldn’t get enough of you.

His hands leave the side of your face and waist to tuck a stranded lock of hair behind your ears.

“So, why was all of that affection buried behind this bitterness?” you asked, holding one of his hands as you innocently looked at the floor under your feet.

“I was confused as hell, (Y/N). I promised myself that I will give my all to this movie, and that I wouldn’t let any kind of emotions or relationships distract me,” his serious voice suddenly gave out a chuckle, “but then you came into our lives and I had to deal with you every day. In the beginning, it was easy to handle, but as the days went by, I couldn’t help but admit to myself the feelings I have been denying for months. These feelings just kept on growing like crazy.”

“And not knowing what do with these feelings, you decided that the best thing you could do is self-preserve by being distant and acting completely opposite to the way you felt, yeah?” you completed, earning a startled look from him.

“Exactly! How did you know?” Ben questioned, his hands softly squeezing yours.

“Been there,” you laughed and carried on, “with you. Funny enough, I had the same mindset you had. I guess that’s why we were so extra with our bitterness, we didn’t know that we were fighting the same battle,” you ended your words with a shrug. A couple of seconds later, you noticed Ben’s eyes giving you a very tender look.

“What?” you spoke softly, admiring the features of his face.

“I really like you, (Y/N),” Ben uttered, a little color rising on his cheeks despite the foundation covering it.

“I really like you, too, Ben,” you shyly said, “but I think I really like Rogerina, too, so I don’t know where my feelings are exactly,” you teased him, your fingers ruffling the hem of his skirt.

“Oh, shut it, love,” he gave you a cheeky grin, his hands moving to tickle your waist a little.

“Why is Ben’s makeup taking forever? We need him on set right now, (Y/N)!” you heard the director shout from outside.

“Shit, your makeup is ruined again because of the kiss!” you squeezed the bridge of your nose with one hand, pushing Ben with the other onto the chair again.

“He’ll be ready in five!” you shouted back, scurrying to fix the mess you’ve made. Ben kept cheekily chuckling at your worried state, his eyes lingering on your every move.

“Do you think they killed each other?” you heard Joe whisper as he, Gwilym, and Rami walked into the room.

“Hey guys, is everything alright?” Gwilym worryingly stated, the other two guys appearing next to him.

Both you and Ben quickly turned to look at them and spoke in unison, “Everything's fine!”

Rami’s lips twisted into a sneaky smirk, “Judging by the absolutely messed up lipstick on Ben’s lips and the smudges of, coincidentally, pink lipstick on (Y/N)’s lips, I think they were far, far from killing each other.”

You and Ben froze as the three other guys burst out laughing at your expressions. Although they were shocked at how things turned out to be between the two of you, they still couldn’t stop their laughter.

"So, you guys are a thing now?” Rami continued, standing smugly in his high heels.

“God knows!” Ben winked at you, earning a smile from you that made his heart skip a beat.

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Always knew you / chapter twentytwo

Joe Mazzello x reader

Warning: angst, fighting, nightmares, crying, sex

Comment: Y/N is corrently 23, while Joe is 36.

Summary: you knew Joe all of your life, and as best friends you two always find the way back to each other.

Joe opens the door like nothing happend, but when he sees you sitting next to some suitcases he stops in his movement.

“Hi... you find more stuff? I thought we packed everything out...” his eyes are telling you he feels something is wrong.

“No, we did pack everything out!” You say so quietly, you feel your heart just turned into ice right now.

“Than what are those?” He asks, and you just throw the tabloid in his face. “What the hell are you...” he starts but than he sees the headline.

“So that is why I shouldn’t read all those “bullshits”?!” You scream.

“I can explain!” He holds up his hands.

“Ooh God, you can explain?” You laugh, while holding your hand on your round belly. “It is the worst you can say to a woman, who saw the headlines saying you are cheating on her!”

“She is working for the company I’m coordinating with!” He says.

“The one you have meetings with for months now? And you didn’t told me? How is fucking her?” You ask, and feel your heart breaking.

“I didn’t fuck her, Jesus!” He yells back. “We only had two fucking meeting, I huged her, that is all!”

“You were with her tonight! Am I right?” You ask with tears in your eyes.

“Yeah, it was the second meeting” he can’t look in your eyes.

“I’m out of here!” You grab your bags.

“Wait!” He screams, grabing your hand. “You want to leave like that? I didn’t do anything!”

“You didn’t said anything either!” You cry out.

“What you expected me to do?” He yells at you again.

“I don’t fucking know! Maybe fucking tell me you are working with your fucking ex?” You scream. “I’m your fucking wife... fuck, just months and our princess will be born, and you just do this!” You hold your belly, while crying.

“I didn’t do anything!” He screams with tears falling from his eyes. “I don’t wanna lose you!”

“Me neither, but it is too much for me now!” You look at him. “I want to trust you, but if you act like this, I can’t!”

“I wasn’t about to keep it a secret from you!” His voice is so quiet now, you almost can’t hear him, as he just collapses to sit on the floor.

“Than why didn’t you told me?” You ask looking in his eyes, while you get down too.

“I wanted, but then you were so happy, and I didn’t wanted to make you sad, or upset...” he sniffs.

“You did hurt me now! If you just tell me, maybe I would be upset, but not hurten...” you cut in.

“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!” He starts to cry again.

“You always do this! Broke my heart and then just cry sorry!” You shake your head.

“It happend once, once and I was just as stupid now, as there!” He tries to swallow his tears.

“What do you want from me?” You sniff, sitting on the floor in tears. “After this, I should just wait until you say sorry for cheating on me?”

“I would never ever cheat on you, Silly!” He climbs closer to you, but you get your hand out of his, as he tries to hold it. “You are the love of my life, my wife, the mother of my children, the air I breath, you are everything for me! Please, please forgive me that I didn’t said anything, it wasn’t ever my purpose to hurt you!” He kisses your cheek, but you just get away from him. “Please don’t rip my heart out! I need you, I can’t... I can’t... I just can’t lose you!”

“Give me time and space!” Your tears are falling from your cheek. “I just don’t know how to process it, and how to process that everyone now thinks you cheated on me!” You bury your face in your hand. “I hate this, I hate our life is so fucking public if we want it or not...”

“I know, I hate this too, I hate when they just make up things from one thing, or they just want to have a say in our life!” He nods. “Do you wish you choose someone else?” He looks on the floor as he can’t even look in your eyes.

“I love you, so it would be hard to choose someone else...” you wishper. “Even I hate you right now!”

“You don’t hate me...” he looks in your eyes.

“No, I don’t...” you let out a sigh.

“Will you leave me?” He sniffs.

“I need time, alone!” You answer.

“I sleep on the couch if it is good for you! You can have our room!” He says with a smile that does not reach his hazel eyes. The hazel eyes you loved so much, still cursed right now.

“I guess, but I just leave these here, in any case!” You nod as you get up, and head to the bathroom. He does not follow you, and you are happy he really leaves you some space to think. You make yourself a warm enough bath, and sit in. “Ooh princess, what should mommy do?” You look at your belly, like you would get an answer. “I don’t want you to come to something like this, and I don’t want you to suffer between us neither!” You wishper. “I want the best for you, even if it hurts me, or your daddy. Ooh I wish I would know what is the best...” you whisper, and hear some sniffing behind the closed door. You don’t say anything to make him realise you hear him. You just sit there in silence. Just some minutes later you hear his loud steps getting away from you.

You just get out of the room, only wearing your towel when you hear him on the phone. “Yes, I ask you to not send Jessica anymore for any meetings with me!” He sighs. “Yes, we were a couple years ago... Yes it is in the past, but it is making my wife uncomfortable, and I totally get it, so I don’t want her to feel this way.” He is covering his face with his hand , you are standing on the top of the stairs, you see him from the back, but he does not realised you are there. “If you can’t make this happen I need to say we can’t work together anymore!” He is almost yelling. “Yes, I will be in tomorrow to sign that shit, bye!”

You walk away before he turns. You get into your bed and hear It’s late from Queen playing so loud downstairs. “It is not fair to use the guys to win me over again!” You shout down from your bed.

“Is it working?” He shouts back.

You just don’t answers, just scroll through the insta stories of today. You don’t get too far when Joe’s comes up. It is a fully black screen with the following on it: “Lovely DM’s, but I’m not a cheater, I never was, and never will be!”

You just put it on your story as you see the fans angry DM’s in your instagram too. You want them to not look at him as a cheater, simply because he is not. You put the caption over it. “Thank you tabloids, but we don’t need your bullshits!”

“It is working!” You hear Joe’s excited screaming.

“Big boy, I try to save your reputation, not get you in my bed!” You shout back.

“That is enough for me today!” Comes the answer.

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Days went by and you were like two ghost in your new house. Joe stayed on the couch everynight, and you never called him to join you, even you missed him so much from there. Everynight as you speak to your unborn daugther you here him sobbing, but he never says a word to make himself known there, until today.

“Oh Princess I miss him too, but you can’t punish me all night long!” You wishper as your baby kicks one more inside your stomach.

“Is she kicking?” You hear Joe’s weak voice from outside of the door.

“Yes!” You indorse.

“I don’t wanna loose you two!” He says, but you can’t answer anything, your heart just aches. “I can’t live without you, my heart is aching all the time, I just want to hug you in my dream. I need you two to make my nightmares disaper again...” he sniffs, while you sit down on the otherside of the door, with your back pushed to it. “I hate myself for doing this to our family!” You feel his words vibratating on the door, and you know he is sitting there just like you. “Oh my little princess I miss feeling your kicks so much...” he moans and you cry out. You cover your mouth to lessen your noise even you are sure he knows you are crying. “I miss kissing your mama, I miss her laughter, and her sweet smile, I’m dying without her!” He cries quietly.

“I’m still here...” you wishper.

“Your body is here, but you can’t look at me like I’m the best thing in your life!” He sniffs.

“I just need time to not ache all the time...” you nod. “Need time to see you as I saw you before, I hope I can...”

“But you still don’t know!” He cries out loud.

“I want to know...” you wishper quietly. “ So badly...”

None of you say a thing, there just silence while you both cry with your back pushed to the door, but than he breaks the silence. “Did you regret that you married me?”

“Never!” You say and get up, to go to your bed you shared with him just a week ago, but now you sleep in it alone. “Good night, my loves!” You wishper both to your husband and to the child under your heart.

“Better night,my loves!” Comes as he stands up and walks down to the couch.

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You are in the kitchen cooking dinner when Joe comes home, he steps behind you almost kissing the top of your head, but before he puts his hand on your hip you feel him hesitating. “I’m still your wife!” You wishper, but he still won’t move. “You can kiss me, hug me, what ever you want to do to greet me!” You sigh.

“Are you sure? Aren’t you still mad at me?” He asks, and as you shake your head he grabs you, and hold you so close. “You are not mad at me?”

“No... I said I needed time, I had my time, and decided!” You say, and you feel him freeze behind you.

“And?” He asks, but than you hear angry knocks on the door. “Who can it be?”

You walk to the door, and open it. “Tom?” Your mouth fell open.

“Where is that bastard?” He gets in, almost making you fell on the floor. He gets to the kitchen where Joe stands. “You...you... I said I will kill you!” He says as he speeds up to get him.

“Tom, wait!” You scream but he punches Joe in the stomach. “Tom!” You scream again as you run there, as he is beating Joe out to the living room. You fell into the couch as he raises his hand and you start to stop him. You see Joe’s eyes darken, and for the first time not only defending himself, but fighting back.

“You can beat me to death, but you can’t hurt my wife!” He yells, and you see Tom stoping, looking at you realising what he did.

“I’m sorry sis!” He says, getting to you, but you see Joe collapsing behind him. Your heart stops, but your legs are faster then ever.

“Joe!” You scream, and when you get to him, you see he is still conscious. “Babe, are you alright?” You start to tap him, for possible injuries.

“I’m okay, but are my girls alright?” He asks as he sits up, putting his hand on your belly.

“Yes, we are great...” you nod as you hug him.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry...” starts Tom with guilt on his face.

“Stop, you missunderstood the situacion, turn on protection mode and seen nothing else around you. I know you, I know you didn’t meant to push me away.” You nod.

“I did not missunderstood anything, I still wanna kill this Shit here!” He wishpers between his teeth.

“No you won’t kill my husband, you won’t hurt him, he did nothing!” You answer, still shaking on the floor from the last minutes happenings.

“But I saw...”

“Yeah, the tabloids, nothing happend!” Nods Joe.

“The pictures with Jessica says otherwise!” Yells your brother.

“Tom, they had a meeting, but he broke up the arrangement with the company...” Joe turns to you suprised, he never had the courage to bring it up. “I heard you on the phone, I was standing on the top of the stairs.” You smooth some redish hair out of his face.

“That doesn’t mean he did nothing, I saw the pictures!” Your brother forces otherwise.

“I did too, yeah they huged that is all!” You nod.

“Are you sure?” He asks lowering his voice.

“Yes I’m!” You nod. “You should have called me before you come here like a maniac!”

“Sorry sis! You know I want to best for you!” He wishpers. “I feel like if I don’t protect you noone will...”

“I can protect myself, but I have someone who is looking after me” you smile at him.

“Sorry Buddy for beating you up.” He says.

“No biggie!” Joe offers a hand to your brother who takes it, and even help him up from the floor. You hear him groan in pain, but he grabs your hand to get you up too, and as you are standing his hand is landing instantly on your belly, protective as always.

Your brother hugs you, and after this you see something you haven’t seen in a while, he hugs your husband. “I’m sorry again, I let the anger drive me without asking, I promise it won’t happen again!” He looks at you two, before he closes the door behind himself.

Joe turns to you but you can’t say anything, you can’t look in his eyes, it was like riping of a new wound. It just kind of healed and now you faced it again.

“You feel sad again?” His voice is so quiet, and he continues as you nod. “I understand, it seems like I stay on the couch tonight still!”

“We can still eat dinner together...” you wishper.

“Sounds great!” He says but his voice tells otherwise.

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You stand on the street holding your hand on your belly, waiting for Joe to arrive. You know he supposed to be here already, so you call him, but he is not picking up the phone.

As you put your phone in your pocket you see him getting out of a cab one corner ahead of you. You wave to him, as he is looking for you. You get pushed by some running guy, you almost fall on the side walk, but when you look up your whole body freeze.

“Joe!” You scream but you are late, the man who bumped into you get a gun out and shoot him.

“Joe!” You scream in sweat, in your bed. The door shots open just when you open your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Joe runs to you in a second and start to look for anything unusual on your body.

“Sorry, I had a nightmare!” You shiver. “I didn’t meant to scare you!” You wishper with tears in your eyes as he holds you in his arms.

“Don’t be Silly, it is okay!” He nods. “I’m here now, I’m here and noone can hurt you ever again!” He mumbles into your hair as he kisses your forhead.

You press yourself into his arms, and let the tears fall down. He hushes you, smoothing on your arm back and fort. “Someone shoot you in my dream...” you wishper.

“It was just a bad dream, I’m here you can feel. “ he wishpers.

“I want to feel!” You sit up and turn in his lap keeping him between your legs.

“Wait... what...aah...” he can’t finish his words as you grab his member through his boxer. “Hey, Hey!” He moans as you get your panties down. “What are youuuuuu...” He can’t finish again as you get down his boxer and you feel his skin on your skin. “Whaat...”

“I want to feel you inside me, now! I need it, I need you!” You moan in his mouth as you slide down on his cock.

He lets out a painful moan. “Oh Y/N!”

You grab him closer and he shivers as you kiss him hard. The need for him just hit you, in a matter of a second, and you are devastated. You are already on the edge as he cups your face, and looks in your eyes. “I love you, Y/N!”

“I love you too... Joe!” You scream his name as you cum.

To be continued...

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