#joger hc's

[freddie-mercury-rising]

Hi Jen 😄! 2 and 4 for the salty asks please 🥰

2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*

Well, considering I write almost every pairing (even the dreaded TayTay), it would seem odd for me to say that I only BroTP some of them. But it’s true.

I only BroTP Deacury. I have written a couple Deacury and I probably will again, but I truly only see them as buddies. I also only see Maylor as buddies, even though I know Maylor is mad popular in the fandom, and I have written and read it, too. If I’m being absolutely 100% honest, I even BroTP Maycury and Froger (IRL) but of course I ship the hell out of both of them in the fandom. So I suppose that’s what this means in context. So I’d say my BroTPs are Deacury and Maylor.

Also, a BroTP would be Brian and John or John and Roger, too. So Maycon and Joger/Dealor.

4. Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?*

I really don’t have a solid NoTP in the fandom. I don’t actually ship Deacury or Joger or Maycon at all. Honestly, I see John very solidly with Veronica in my HC. So those are probably my NoTPs. That being said, I do read them and I probably would write them in the future. But that’s probably as far as I would go for that. The ultimate horror NoTP would be Mary/Jim. LOL

#thanks for the ask

[sarinataylor]

joger trying (and failing) to make sweet love in the back of a car

"Rog," John groaned into his mouth. Roger licked it up, tucked the sound into his chest where he could keep it warm, and renewed his efforts to reduce John to that beautiful point beyond words.

One hand cradled the nape of John's neck, and the other clutched the slick leather of the backseat they were sprawled across. Cold leather and warm skin; heaven.

"Rog," John murmured against his lips.

Roger pressed down with his hips into the V of John's legs, shuddered at the heat that met him. John's hand moved from where it had been playing a concerto against his ribcage, slipping and sliding against the friction of his shirt, until it gripped harsh and sharp in his hair.

"Rog," John panted, tugging.

Roger's head followed John's instruction, teeth reluctantly giving up the quarry of his plush bottom lip, as his hips bucked forward; John was inescapable, a gravitational well that Roger was ever attracted to. For every inch they moved apart from another, one part of Roger was always yearning to move closer once more. There was no such thing as too close.

"The fucking window crank is digging into me like a bitch," John grumbled, shuffling in position. "Give me a sec, yeah?"

#lo talks #lo writes #anonymous #yeah this was sent fucking months ago im a piece of shit what else is new #Anonymous #joger #joger hc's

[a-froger-epic]

Ooh do you have any platonic joger HCs?

I wish I did but I actually don't, I'm sorry. XD I'm not into them to the point of really having thought about them much. @ivyyara Probably has plenty, though!

#ask response

[thosequeenboys]

My Tumblr One-year Anniversary

Appreciation Post: Shout out to some great creators!

I put together this post of creators whose work I’ve enjoyed as part of my One-year Anniversary. Many create in multiple categories: Art, gifs, moodboards, writing, history, humor. My mind boggles daily at the talent on this site! Thanks to those here and many others for contributing to a great year!

Enjoy their work-and you know what to do!

I’m no doubt leaving people out-sorry if I upset anyone-I actually maxed out the allowed @‘s!

@warriorteam1924. “I want it all!” And this Renaissance Woman delivers: Gif/video/photo editor/moodboard creator—and talented writer of many styles! And Bestie! Recent fave offers a glimpse into Roger’s past As far as the Eye Can See And other gems on this Masterlist

@johndeaconshands Dear friend with great sense of humor! Lovely Works including this BoRhap Boys with Families: it’s the little things

@roger-taylors-car Here’s the glorious Masterlist of this great writer & lovely supporter

@bohemianartsfarts: This amazing artwork inspired my Joger Week submission.

@freddie-moments Curator of stunning Freddie photos and gifs. Here’s one of my faves as I am a huge fan of Fred in Arrow-wear ™️ and Hot off the press: 10-day Freddie challenge

@angrylizardjacket Especially love this writer’s Unspecified Reader works like this Soft Sunrise with Roger

@seventhmoonforreal I was in tears upon discovering this artist’s graphic novel of 39

@onegoldenglance posts rare photos and beautiful gifs-also does scientific study (x)

@debdarkpetal “Everyone knows Deb” as Joe said about Ben. Curator and Editor Extraordinaire of Queen photos and gifs. (X)

@quirkysubject For the Day I Take your Hand is a gorgeously written work of time travel that weaves in Queen, AIDs and NYC history. Hold the handrail, kids-it’s 88 emotional chapters.

@his-majesty-king-mercury Freddie expert and Historian!! Lovely pal - And talented writer too: Loverboy

@an-abyss-called-life Historian esp. for Roger and Brian. Love this interview with Roger (x)

@melisa-may-taylor72 Amazing historian, gif creator and lovely pal. Yoyogi ‘85 concert clips and all Japan tour gifs-and stories are stellar!

@cumberbitchposting Hilarious creations and comments. I feel called out with this one - as do many (x)

@doctorqueensanatomy All around great contibutor, humorist, supporter-and writer: Masterlist

@stesichoreanpalinode: Leads the humor brigade. This post almost made me choke. And why am I being called out as John? It happened ONCE ok maybe TWICE— but I did find plates!

@mephisto92 Gawd what talent! Here, combining two of my loves: Queen and Monet moodboards And one of the Best Fandom creations: Let me tell you the story about the sun and the moon

@drivenbybri Gorgeous artwork and mood board creator. This stunning Queen 30-day Song Challenge will kick-off my second year!

@natromanxoff posts amazing historic photos and gifs. Gosh, I love this Queen Backstage mood board made for me. Thanks, Dear! (x)

@queensilveryrog Talented writer and mood board creator plus lovely person and supporter! Also leader of the Small Writers Discord Group!Can’t choose one work so have at it! (X)

@captvinswaan This Joe and Ben gif-Moodboard is a fave-and puts me in a damn good mood!

@stardust-killer-queen Amazing contributor! Must-see compilation: feel good Queen vids Gifted me this stunning moodboard for the Possessed by Love event. I love it so much!

@heybuddy-drabbles @halfasleepoetry This creative duo penned the beautiful slow burn Parallel Hearts and supports Hardzzello writers.

@yourlocalmusicalprostitute great work in Masterlist. This Brian HC is •gulps•

@benhardypout Incredible writer, Moodboard creator and supporter. Masterlist

@slutforbritdick Darling pal and supporter & writer. Love this hot and lovely Ben work.

@bohemiansweede a multi-faceted contributor Totally blown away by this art work (x)

@mirkwoodshewolf: Treasured pal. creative brainstormer. Gifted writer. Smart as hell. Was Thrilled to receive this amazing work as my Secret Santa: Two bassists in rhythmic love Elton John+Queen John=Happy TQB. Blessed!

@jessahmewren Talented writer who has inspired me. This Poly!Queen Four Eyes is a fave. Who wouldn’t want to show Rog how sexy he is in his glasses??!!

@queeme-machine Interesting and insightful poster - this one about The Prophet’s Song. (X)

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels Dear friend & supporter, skilled Sunflower 🌻 grower - and writer. Faves: Very Mazzello Thanksgiving & Don’t you hear my call

@im-an-adult-ish Lovely pal and supporter and a skilled writer to boot: Morning Surprises

@deakysgurl Curator of beautiful Deaky pics, great supporter and writer. Love this present day John love story My Life Has Been Saved.

@amethyst-serenade Blessed to be friends with this lovely, fun & talented writer. Must read!: In the Name Of Love

@mazzell-ro Lovely pal, supporter and writer. Love this creative depiction of Joe as Villian.

@stephydearestxo. Lovely pal and supporter-and wonderful writer! Play the game

@ramblingqueenfangirl insightful and lovely posts. This of Freddie is beautiful (x)

Much gratitude to the following dears who support, reblog and comment and also have great blogs. Love seeing u on my dash: @jennyggggrrr @captaincoffeegirl515 @marianaletosnape @oniriquex @punkebass @stewielover95 @mrsjosephmazzello @igotsuckedintothevoid @lapofthemusicgods @fairestkillerqueenofall @hellysthings @roger-hardy-taylor @pastelhybristophiliac @nickie--picky @orionis8689 @brinteylovesaliens @supernaturalee @39-ers

Here’s all the ways I measured my great tumblr year!

#hope all the links work #one year anniversary #queen band #queen fan fiction #queen fandom #bohemian rhapsody fan fiction #borhap fic #amazing fandom #bohemian rhapsody #blessed #so much talent #roger taylor #john deacon #brian may #freddie mercury #joe mazzello #ben hardy #rami malek #gwilym lee #queen fan art #love you all

[yasmamamercury]

masterlist

As of 2021 I’ve deleted all the requests, prompts etc. that I’ve gotten, so I’m really sorry if I wasn’t able to get to your request last year. In honour of starting the year fresh, my askbox is still open, just know that there’s a chance I may not be able to fill every request I get. You’re always welcome to come say hello too! 

Below the cut, you’ll find all the prompts I’ve filled on tumblr so far, sorted by ship 💖

KEY:

Smut ✴️

Fluff ✳️

Hurt/Comfort 💠

Breaky:

I could make you feel better than that pathetic toy ✴️

I care about you ✳️

Angry Sex ✴️

I called you at 2am because I need you ✳️

I fell in love with you, not them 💠

Relationship HCs

Deacury:

I’m never letting you go 💠

Having a bad day and the other noticing ✳️

Dealor/Joger:

Have you never been touched like this before? ✴️

Come here, I’ll show you how to make yourself feel good ✴️

I’m not wearing anything under this ✴️

Relationship HCs part 1

Relationship HCs part 2

Relationship HCs part 3

Relationship HCs part 4

NSFW HCs ✴️

Scream for me, I want everyone to know how good I make you feel ✴️

Instead of staring, you could join + Brian ✴️

Blind date set up by friends ✳️

I’m being hit on at a bar, please pretend to be my boyfriend ✳️

You took a bullet for me ✳️

You’re leaving for something dangerous and I can’t help but kiss you ✳️

Jolting awake after a nightmare and being cofmorted ✳️

I’m your new neighbour and I got locked out ✳️

What’s cookin good lookin ✳️

Jimercury:

Those are the moans I love to hear ✴️

John/Roger/Freddie:

Twentieth kiss ✳️

Maycury/Frian:

Relationship HCs

Maylor:

Relationship HCs part 1

Relationship HCs part 2

NSFW HCs ✴️

Why are you crying? ✳️

After everything we’ve been through, you still think I don’t love you? 💠

It’s cold out, you should take my jacket ✳️

Joining the mile high club ✴️

There’s only one bed ✳️

You look like you could use a hug ✳️

Your jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn’t help but steal it ✳️

PolyQueen:

I didn’t know your nipples were so sensitive ✴️

Relationship HCs

Cuddle pile ✳️

Jolting awake after a nightmare and being comforted ✳️

There’s only one bed ✳️

Relationship HCs

Bubble bath ✳️

Last update: January 20, 2021

#breaky #deacury #dealor #joger #jimercury #maycury #frian #maylor #poly!queen #poly queen #polyqueen #masterlist #fic

[talkingismylifewrites]

do you picture dyldyl joger ever adopting? or do they just accept being the BEST godfathers?

i can actually see both??? i know that john and roger want kids in the dyldyl verse, the question is just when and how. but personally, yeah, they definitely will have kids and they’ll be the best goddamned parents and godfathers ever. 

i’ve already written that roger is like a fantastic godfather to jimmy may, and i hc that as him being like “whelp i might not ever get a kid because i’m in love with a man but i’m gonna love this baby as much as possible” 

i have a fic planned out that i need to finish where its crystal, roger, and john with a baby, stuck trying to make it work. once i get it finished, i’ll post it! but i make no promises on it soon haha

[disabled-queen-hc-blog]

DISABLED-QUEEN-HC MASTERLIST

This masterlist will list every thing I’ve written under each band members name. 

On the side of the link it tells you if it’s a ficlet or a headcanon blurb, what disability the piece is about and if there’s a ship.

Thanks!

Freddie

Drug Seeking (Ficlet/Fibromyalgia)

Dealing with OCD (HC/Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)

Flare Up (Ficlet/Fibromyalgia/Deacury)

Anti Cane (Ficlet/Rheumatoid Arthritis) 

Chronic Migraine Before a Show (Ficlet/Migraines)

Blind Freddie (HC/Retinal Detachment/Jimercury)

ADHD (HC/ADHD)

Bubble Baths (HC/Autism/Jimercury)

Anxiety and Scrabble (Ficlet/Panic Disorder/Jimercury)

Overload (Ficlet/Autism)

Jimercury (HC/Autism/Jimercury)

Synesthesia (HC/Synesthesia)

3 Times Freddie Spoke (Ficlet/Selective Mutism)

Selective Mutism (HC/Selective Mutism)

Garden (HC/Autism/Jimercury)

I Love You (Ficlet/Mutism/Jimercury)

Positivity (HC/ADHD)

Coke Bodies (HC/Anorexia)

Live Aid (HC/Autism/Jimercury)

Cats (HC/Autism)

Touch (Ficlet/Blind/PolyQueen)

Sickness (HC/Autism/Jimercury)

Echolalia (Ficlet/Autism/Jimercury)

Dementia (HC/Dementia)

GAD (HC/Generalized Anxiety)

Mutsim (HC/Selective Mutsim)

Friends (Ficlet/BPD)

Brian

Special Interest Astronomy (Ficlet/Autism)

Blind Brian and Deaf Roger (HC/Blind/Maylor)

Mute Brian (HC/Mutism)

Rocking Brian (Ficlet/Blind)

First Meeting (Ficlet/Mutism/Maylor)

Arthritis (HC/Arthritis)

Friends (Ficlet/Social Anxiety)

Social Media (HC/Mutism)

A Roadie Goofed (Ficlet/ Blind)

Insomniac Bri (Ficlet/Insomnia)

Hyperkinetic (Ficlet/ADHD)

It Was Dark (Ficlet/Depression/Maylor)

Curly Haired Friends (Ficlet/Autism/Platonic Breaky)

Autopilot (Ficlet/Paraplegia)

Disrespect (Ficlet/Mutism/Frian)

Seeing the Band (Ficlet/Blind)

First Panic Attack (Ficlet/Anxiety/Platonic Breaky)

Scrabble and Panic Attacks (Ficlet/Panic Disorder/Frian)

Out of Place (Ficlet/Autism/Platonic Maylor)

An Annoyance (Ficlet/Blind/Maylor)

Food Allergies (HC/Food Allergies)

Nose (HC/Body Dysmorphic Disorder)

Group Cuddle (Ficlet/Depression)

Hiding Neuropathy (Ficlet/Neuropathy)

Struggling (HC/Neuropathy)

Squish Toys (Ficlet/Autism/Breaky)

Hendrix (HC/Autism/Platonic Maylor)

Skirts (HC/Autism)

Massage (Ficlet/Back Pain)

Clingy (HC/Autism)

Overload (HC/Autism)

Hair Stims (HC/ADHD)

Leggings (HC/Autism)

Nightmares (Ficlet/Nightmares/Platonic Frian)

Friends (HC/Autism)

Happy Wiggles (Ficlet/Autism)

Don’t Try Suicide (Ficlet/Depression)

Depersonalization (Ficlet/DPDR)

Sleepy (HC/Narcolepsy)

Zero (Fic/Anorexia)

Masking (Ficlet/Autism)

Squished (Ficlet/Autism)

Pampered (HC/Amputation/Frian)

Mick Rock (HC/Self Harm)

I Can Fix That (HC/Amputation/Breaky)

Roger

Blind Roger Headcanons (HC/Blind)

Deaf Roger and Blind Brian (HC/Deaf/Maylor)

Panic Disorder (HC/Panic Disorder/Maylor)

Asthmatic Drummer (HC/Asthma) 

Autistic Roger (HC/Autism)

Bipolar Roger (HC/Bipolar Disorder)

First Meeting (Ficlet/Deaf/Maylor)

Hyperfixation (Ficlet/Autism/Maylor)

Congenital Heart Defect (Ficlet/Pulmonary Atresia)

Date Night (Ficlet/Autism/Joger)

Mute Roger and a Kitten (Ficlet/Mutism)

Soft Joger (Ficlet/Autism/Joger)

Joger Beginnings (HC/Autism/Joger)

Dyslexic Rog (HC/Dyslexia)

It Was Dark (Ficlet/Depression/Maylor)

Sleepy (Ficlet/Autism/Joger)

Prosthesis Annoyance (Ficlet/Amputation/Maylor)

Nighttime Routine (HC/Autism/Joger)

Hearing Aids (Ficlet/Deaf)

Understimulated (HC/Autism/Maylor)

Spinal Cord Injury (HC/Paraplegia)

Sleep Walking (HC/Sleep Walking)

Final Stages (Ficlet/Retinitis Pigmentosa/Platonic Maylor)

Interview Over (Ficlet/Stutter)

This Bitch is Blind (HC/Astigmatism)

Mania (HC/Bipolar Disorder)

Three (Ficlet/OCD/Joger)

Dragon Attack (Ficlet/Asthma/Joger)

Hyperfixation part 2 (HC/Autism/Platonic Maylor)

Masking (Ficlet/Autism)

Movies with the Grandkids (HC/Autism/Joger)

Halloween (HC/Autism/Joger)

Losing Time (Ficlet/CPTSD)

Night Terror (Ficlet/Night Terrors/Platonic Froger)

Rain and a Guitar (HC/Autism/Maylor)

Impulse (HC/ADHD)

Yelling (HC/ADHD)

Flashback (Ficlet/CPTSD/Platonic Maylor)

Muffin the Mule (Ficlet/CPTSD)

Chrysanthemum (HC/Autism/Chrys)

Stimulus (Ficlet/Autism)

Meltdown (Fic/Autism/Joger)

Anti Depressants (HC/Depression/Platonic Froger)

Slamming (HC/Autism)

Sunrises and Sunset (Fic/Autism/Joger)

Wedding (HC/Autism/Joger)

Dementia (HC/Dementia) 

Chewing (Ficlet/Autism)

Food (HC/Dairy Allergy)

Cooler New Friend (HC/Mutism)

I’m in Love with my Car (HC/Autism)

Stubborn (HC/Amputee/Joger)

ABTKA (HC/Amputee/Joger)

John

Flappy John (Ficlet/Autism)

Social Stress (Ficlet/Social Anxiety)

Sensitive to Noise (Ficlet/Autism)

Change (Ficlet/Autism)

Misunderstanding (Ficlet/Autism)

Roger Knows Best (Ficlet/Autism/Joger-y)

Baseball Cap (HC/Autism)

Group Cuddle (Ficlet/Autism/OT4-ish)

Interoperception (HC/Autism)

Date Night (Ficlet/Autism/Joger)

Soft Joger (Ficlet/Autism/Joger)

Joger Beginnings (HC/Autism/Joger)

Comfort Toy and the Band (Ficlet/Autism/Beary)

Beary During Concerts (HC/Autism/Beary)

Curly Haired Friends (Ficlet/Autism/Platonic Breaky)

Beary and Borhap (HC/Autism/Beary and Joe)

Friendship and BSL (Ficlet/Deaf)

Sleepy (Ficlet/Autism/Joger)

You’re My Best Friend (Ficlet/Autism/Joger)

Lost Beary (HC/Autism/Beary)

Nighttime Routine (HC/Autism/Joger)

Photo Shoot at Fred’s (HC/Autism/Beary)

Deacy Amp (Ficlet/Deaf)

First Panic Attack (Ficlet/Anxiety/Platonic Breaky)

Schizophrenia (HC/Disorganized Schizophrenia)

Surgery (Ficlet/Autism/Beary)

101 Ways to Use a Wheelchair (Ficlet/Polio)

Disney Special Interest (HC/Autism)

Winnie the Pooh (Ficlet/Autism/Joger)

The Beary Blessing (HC/Autism)

Stress (Ficlet/Epilepsy)

Synesthesia (HC/Synesthesia)

Psychosis (HC/Paranoid Schizophrenia)

First date (Ficlet/Tourettes Syndrome/Joger)

The Four Times John Had Something to Say but Couldn’t Find His Own Words  (Fic/Autism/Joger)

Wheelchair User (HC/Polio)

Diabetes (HC/Type 1 Diabetes)

Finances (Ficlet/ADHD/Platonic Joger)

Squish Toys (Ficlet/Autism/Breaky)

Touch Repulsion (HC/Autism)

Cooking (HC/Type 1 Diabetes)

Fantasia (HC/Autism/Johnica)

Understanding (HC/Autism/Johnica)

Wedding (HC/Autism/Johnica and Beary)

Outfits (HC/Autism/Beary)

Winnie Socks (Ficlet/Autism/Johnica)

Peanut Oil (Ficlet/Allergies)

Operation part 2 (HC/Autism/Beary)

Sound of Feet (HC/Autism)

Lightening (Ficlet/Autism/PolyQueen)

Teasing (HC/Autism/Beary)

Teddy Bear (HC/Autism)

Disney Singing (Ficlet/Autism/Joger)

Pompoms (HC/Autism)

Late Diagnosis (HC/Autism)

Wash Day (HC/Autism/Beary)

Movies with the Grandkids (HC/Autism/Joger)

Halloween (HC/Autism/Joger)

Cooking (HC/Type 1 Diabetes)

MS Diagnosis late 30′s (HC/Multiple Sclerosis)

MS Diagnosis in 20′s (HC/Multiple Sclerosis)

Dating (HC/Social Anxiety/Johnica)

Fire Alarm (Ficlet/Autism)

Their Favorite (Ficlet/Autism)

Rockabye Beary (Ficlet/Autism)

Rockabye Beary part 2 (Ficlet/Autism)

Veronica Helping (HC/Autism/Johnica)

Anti Vaxx (HC/Polio)

Hypo (HC/Type 1 Diabetes)

Marital Bed (HC/Autism/Johnica)

Meltdown (Fic/Autism/Joger)

Allergic to Poker (Ficlet/Low Blood Pressure)

Fluffy Black Rat (Ficlet/ADHD/Platonic Deacury)

Indirect Touch (Ficlet/Autism/Platonic Breaky)

Questions (Ficlet/Autism/Platonic Deacury)

Inhaler (Ficlet/Asthma)

Sunrises and Sunset (Fic/Autism/Joger)

Wedding (HC/Autism/Joger)

Dad (HC/Autism/Johnica)

Sesame Street (HC/Autism)

Faint (Ficlet/Anemia)

Hair (Ficlet/Autism)

Johnica (HC/Autism/Johnica)

Lopsided (Ficlet/Scoliosis)

Penicillin (Ficlet/Allergies) 

Living Together (HC/Paranoid Schizophrenia/Platonic Deacury)

Introductions (HC/Autism/Beary/Aide!Crystal)

Lilo and Stitch (HC/Autism)

Nonverbal Info dumping (HC/Autism/Aide!Crystal)

Broken Arm (HC/Autism/Aide!Crystal)

Onesies (HC/Autism/Johnica)

Queen

Happy Stims (HC/Autism)

Red Instead (HC/Autism/Joger and Jimercury)

Unhappy Stims (HC/Autism)

Words (HC/Autism)

Hugs (HC/Autism)

Raptor Hands (HC/Autism)

Makeup (HC/Autism)

Fidget Toys (HC/Autism)

Meltdowns (HC/Autism)

MS (HC/Multiple Sclerosis)

Tics (HC/Tourettes Syndrome)

Vocal Stims (HC/Autism)

Special Interests (HC/Autism)

#masterlist #longpost #long post #fuck

[sarinataylor]

the beginnings of a soulmate au that may, one day, eventuate.

So, here’s the thing.

John didn’t notice.

When his soulmate died? John didn’t notice. It hadn’t been anything like all the stories he’d heard over the years: the colour didn’t leave his life, his heart didn’t skip a beat, and he didn’t fall to the ground as grief overwhelmed him. He’d gone to school with a soulmate, the words dark against his skin as he’d gotten dressed in the bathroom with steam from the shower curling the hair at the nape of his neck, and come back without one and he hadn’t noticed. He didn’t know when his soulmate died, didn’t have a time that made the breath catch in the back of his throat each day as it passed by agonisingly slow. He’d gone to school with a soulmate, a future, and come back home without one.

Or, perhaps, he’d still had one when he’d come home. He wasn’t sure. He’d come home and watched TV for a bit, fucked about on his Xbox while ignoring both his math homework and his little sister who insisted on chattering on at him about her day even when he snapped at her that he didn’t fucking care, Julie, Jesus Christ. He’d come home and for all he’d known he’d still had a soulmate waiting for him right up until the moment Julie had spilled her milk at dinner, splashing down his school top that he’d been rather hoping to stretch out for another day before washing. He was grateful, later, that she had — it was difficult enough, even after years of the fucking things, to sit amongst his peers in the Deceased Soulmate support groups and admit that, no, he didn’t know when his soulmate had died right down to the bloody second, let alone how difficult it would be to admit he didn’t know the day. 

If she hadn’t of spilled her milk… well. The thing about soulmarks is: you sort of take them for granted. They spill out over your skin for your entire life and they don’t change. The don’t change unless your soulmate dies and when you’re fifteen years old death is a foreign concept. Death is for old people, or sick people, or people in different countries. Death isn’t for you or the people you care about; death isn’t for the person who is meant to be the other half of who you are. The act of obsessively checking your soulmark was considered a symptom of a multitude of mental illnesses and it was frowned upon to actively seek them out — they just were. If Julie hadn’t of spilled her milk he couldn’t say he would have realised until his shower the next morning. His soulmark sat low on his hip, just below the waistband of his boxers that he usually slept in and… 

John’s soulmate died somewhere between 7:30 in the morning and 8:15 at night on the 12th June, 2012. He was fifteen years old, stood naked in his family bathroom with milk growing tacky on the skin of his belly when he found out. He’d been confused at first. He was pale, so the words usually stood out in dark contrast against his skin: You’re better than I ever imagined.

That was what got him, really. When he sat in the support groups and he talked about his experience. He didn’t have a generic soulmark. He didn’t have one of the Common Marks. There was no ‘Hello’ for him; no ‘Sorry, do you have the time?’ or ‘Nice to meet you, I’m—” No, John had the soulmark of a fucking fairytale. John had a soulmark just begging to be sold off to a major Hollywood studio and turned into a three part saga about the enduring nature of true, instantaneous love. John had You’re better than I ever imagined and he never got to find out what he would have said to deserve such praise.

He was pale, so the words usually stood out in dark contrast against his skin but as he peeled himself out of his pants, one hand stuck absently under the spray of the shower to test the water temperature and grumbling under his breath about Julie’s clumsiness, the contrast he was so used to seeing wasn’t there. He’d been confused, staring down at himself, and it had taken him a good thirty seconds to realise what was wrong. Staring down at himself, his pants pooled around his ankles and his hand still under the water, he hadn’t understood straight away that his soulmate was dead. The words had gone a dull, dirty colour — grey and purple and blue and not black. The words hadn’t been black because his soulmate had died.

His first support group, a week later after school at the local YMCA centre, please, do sit down, we only have an hour before the Alcoholics Anonymous get here, had been terrifying. Surrounded by others who had been just like him and yet so fucking different. It was like a strange badge of honour: who had the worst soulmate death. A lady had put her hand up and introduced herself, Suzie, apologising for not being able to stand. She was sorry, she had said, but her soulmate’s death had caused her to pass out as she drove to the shops and she’d be in a cast for another three months. It was unfair, she had said, that she hadn’t died too.

That was a common theme. 

Suzie passed out from the pain of her soulmate dying and John didn’t even fucking notice.

(“I think, sometimes, about what it would have been like to meet them,” Suzie had said, a wistful smile on her face as she traced an absent minded pattern on her cast. “With words like God, they take their time I just know it would have been so romantic.”

John had sat opposite her with his eyes darting to the others in their circle, all nodding sympathetically as if her words had been a declaration of love, and wondered if this circle jerk of self pity actually helped anyone.)

It had been explained to him over the years, so many times that he’d lost count, that he had noticed. He had noticed that his soulmate had died but his brain wouldn’t let him remember to protect him. He had noticed that his soulmate had died but that his brain had waited until he was naked in his bathroom, half covered in milk, to let him come to terms with it. On some days this made more sense than others. On some days John just thought that he had been broken, been left behind, long before his soulmate had died. 

Because the thing was that even when he’d noticed, even when he was sitting in a badly lit YMCA hall surrounded by his grief stricken peers… John hadn’t felt grief for his soulmate. He’d felt confused. He’d felt confused because this wasn’t how his life was supposed to go, how anyone’s life was supposed to go. You had a soulmate and then you found them. You had a soulmate, you found them, and you got married. You had a soulmate who you married and no matter what everything else would work out because you had your soulmate. He’d felt confused because his entire idea of what his future held was built around the idea that he had someone he was fated to spend that future with and all of a sudden he didn’t.

John was fifteen when his soulmate died. He was fifteen and he didn’t notice.

John was fifteen when his soulmate died, and sometimes he felt like that was the only thing anyone ever needed to know about him. It was one of the most common ice breakers: so have you met your soulmate yet? He lied, sometimes. Demurred with a shake of his head, eyes on the ground as his new acquaintance eagerly told him about their own soulmate, or attempted to commiserate about how difficult it was to wait for your one. Usually he told the truth in all its ugly glory.

There were cultures in which the soulmates of the dead were killed once they were left behind, John had learned in school. This was a barbaric practice, his teacher had intoned, praising the civilised nature of the Western world. There were cultures in which the soulmates of the dead were killed once they were left behind, but that was not a practice followed in England. No, in England they merely treated you as if you were already dead. This was supposed to be somehow better.

Usually he told the truth in all its ugly glory and he got to watch his new acquaintance recoil minutely, flinching away from him as if the death of his soulmate was somehow contagious. He got to watch as they stammered out their consolations as if their lukewarm apologies for his sorrow, his pain, his anger would have any effect on him now, years after the fact. He got to watch as the words formed on their lips: “I’ve heard there are support groups and dating sites—”

And there were. Support groups, of course, past the initial mandatory ones that GP’s were required to send patients to in the event of a soulmate death. The support groups got more bearable as time went on, the leaders referring him to ones filled with people whose experiences aligned better with his own. People who had become jaded by their experiences, who looked at coupled soulmates and wondered: would you have felt it if the other had died before you’d met? There were dating sites as well but John found them horrendously depressing. 

If you were of the left behind, you had to options: your peers, or the soulmated who hadn’t met their one yet. The other left behind tended to be… depressing as all hell. It was an accepted opinion that any relationship post soulmate death was merely settling because you didn’t want to be lonely, and it was expected that any relationship pre soulmate meeting was a placeholder to be abandoned posthaste when the one was met. Neither options appealed to John all that greatly. 

He’d dated, of course. Had a relationship or two which had fizzled out for one reason or another: they hadn’t been able to look past their own faded mark, let alone his; the chemistry simply hadn’t lasted; he’d felt as if he was competing with the ghost of a sentence that had never so much as been spoken. 

(“Well, darling,” his mum had said, spooning another serving of roast potatoes onto his plate as Julie canoodled opposite him with her soulmate. “You can’t afford to be pi— I mean—”)

#john deacon #if it did it would be #joger #dealor #idk #my writing #this was writen about four months ago lmao #joger hc's

[sarinataylor]

not that im getting excited for joger week or anything but do you have any Joger Thoughts TM that could tide us over till that glorious event?

ohhhhhhhhh umm oh i had one earlier where did it go

ok so i wqas thinking about like angsty modern au joger? like real life shit is tearing you apart and at the end of the day they’re actually both unfortunately Practical so. okay john (for instance) gets a grant to get his masters in brazil or something? he’s obviously going to take it but also….. the realities of a long term long distance relationship…………..

so they break up. and it’s not a BAD breakup, but it’s a hard one nonetheless bc they love each other but they know, with their particular personalities, that a long term relationship probably wouldn;t work out so that is that.

and anyway. three years pass and john comes back just in time for freddie’s wedding and, of course, roger is freddie’s best man but well jim didn’t have many options for groomsmen so, darling, would you mind??? and john doesn’t, he really doesnt! but jim’s “person of honour” was going to be his sister who, as it turns out, is 8 months pregnant by the time the wedding rolls around and well….. it was an amicable break up, right?????????????????

they fuck at the wedding reception and freddie totally claims the next day before he leaves for his honeymoon that he set up the whole wedding to get them back together,.

jim goes on his honeymoon alone.

freddie shows up three days later very apologetic. it was merely a consideration. not the whole reason. 

#lo talks #joger hc's #headcanon asks #Anonymous

[sarinataylor]

any AU is automatically improved by Crystal who first came to Roger’s attention when he refused to wear a red shirt (‘do you know what happens to people in red shirts who accompany the mission down to the planet for backup? They don’t come back! Look at the statistics! Why does no-one talk about this?’) So Roger présents him with a fluorescent purple and orange shirt saying ‘Earth men are easy’ he happens to have with him and Crystal wears it to all missions ever since.

okay so the thing is? the crystal and roger “terror taylor twins”???? is totally jo’ohn’s fault. after about the fourth planetary incident involving roger (see: the time he almost accidentally got married to a high priestess after she requested he take a look at her glands) jo’ohn requests from captain beach (”please, call me miami”) that roger be appointed his own security officer for away trips because the man is a walking trip wire. 

there’s like three security officers that come before him that…. don’t pan out (see: two almost fatally injured, and one just straight up refuses to work with roger again. the feeling is mutual.) but crystal has just been reprimanded for refusing to wear his red shirt and attempting to do an away mission in his blacks so….. he’s the next fall guy serco toss up for slaughter. after one mission with the two of them jo’ohn attempts to reverse the damage he’s wrought but it’s too late. they’ve bonded (which is something that tends to happen when you survive an ancient temple, which you were sent into to collect spore samples, collapses on top of you. they’re rescued and they come out bitching at each other the whole fucking way). 

and captain beach (”miami, jo’ohn. it just looks bad if the rest of the crew call me that and my own first officer sticks to formalities.”) takes one look at the mission logs and correctly deduces that crystal is the only security officer that roger a) listened to and b) didn’t have to rescue from his own murder and that’s that.

jo’ohn hates himself so very much

(he’s also incredibly jealous because well. roger now has someone else to bug??????)

#lo talks #joger hc's #headcanon asks #long post #Anonymous

[sarinataylor]

Do you have anymore hcs for the star trek au? Like ANYTHING honestly

…….. my tags are such a mess that i genuinely can’t even FIND my og ones lmao. did spend an hour rediscovering some au’s that i wish i had the time to write tho, jeez.

(shoutout to the mpreg au, french philosophy au, and roger getting stood up au; u the real mvp’s)

ANYWAY

right ok so 

roger totally had the worlds biggest crush on jo’ohn in the academy right? because jo’ohn was his instructor for an advanced engineering course that was a pre-req for some bullshit class on replicator maintenance (he stops thinking the class on replicator maintenance is bullshit after he’s admitted to the (classified) advanced history of the federation course in his third year and learns more than anyone would ever want to know about tarsus iv). and jo’ohn is so fucking smart and he’s funny! he’s so funny in this dry, cutting way that has students not even realising he was laughing at them until they’re three beers deep at the local dive bar after class. and also???? he’s so YOUNG and he’s an INSTRUCTOR and yeah he’s a vulcan but that just makes it COOLER bc he could be doing ANYTHING and he wants to HELP PEOPLE

….. this is before he enrolls in that history of the federation course and becomes incredibly disillusioned with the federation AND starfleet. there’s a reason they only let you take it after your posting has already been confirmed. 

jo’ohn did not have a thing for roger when he was his instructor. that would have been incredibly inappropriate. (jo’ohn did, however, request that another staff member mark roger’s assessments. just in case.)

freddie is in communication. he’s that bitch on the comms like “and then roger said this! can you beleive it??? hang on jim, got another call coming in, something about romulans?? not sure anyways, so then brian–”

roger has, individually, been responsible for the discovery of seventeen sex pollen’s in the first 3 years of his service. 

(Jo’ohn was looking down at him blankly. There was a tightness to the corners of his mouth, however, that betrayed his concern as he clasped his hands behind his back. “This is your third exposure to contaminants which engage your reproductive instincts–”

“Sex pollen,” Crystal coughed from where he was sat on the next bed over, swinging his legs like the asshole he was.

“Yes,” Jo’ohn said, shooting him a tight glare that Crystal accepted with a bright grin. “In a month, Leiutenant Taylor.”

Roger fought the urge to whimper, nodding against his pillow desperately as he twisted against his restraints.

“How,” Jo’ohn continued, bouncing on his toes in a rare expenditure of nervous energy that, if he weren’t a little distracted, Roger would have ordinarily delighted in. “Does this keep happening?”

Roger shrugged. Or attempted to. The handcuffs pulled at his wrists. He bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed. 

“Well,” Crystal interjected, shit eating grin still firmly in place. “You do keep sending pretty boy over here down to planets with fun sex rituals,” he shrugged. “There’s only so much me and the security boys can do to keep the biologist from….. biology-ing.”

“That’s not a word,” Jo’ohn snapped.

Roger moaned.

“I don’t get paid enough to see your dick this regularly,” Crystal bitched at him.

“You can’t,” Roger panted, trying to still his hips as his body attempted to find the friction he so desperately wanted. “You can’t see it.”

“This time,” Crystal muttered darkly.

“Hazard pay,” Roger gritted out, closing his eyes. The awful thing was that he wasn’t even embarrassed by this shit anymore. 

“How does this happen, Leiutenant Taylor?” Jo’ohn demanded again, seemingly ignoring the way his words had Roger immediately squirming in place.

“I don’t know,” Roger stammered, twisting his wrists so that he could grip at the links of his handcuffs and pull at them. “But, I gotta say, you standing over me and calling me Leiutenant while I lay here in handcuffs is not helping the situation.”

He opened his eyes to glare blearily up at Jo’ohn who blinked at him, gobsmacked. A light green flush traveled up his neck and spread across his cheeks, lips parted as he looked down at him. 

Crystal laughed loudly, hopping off his medical bed to clap a heavy hand on Jo’ohn’s shoulder as he headed for the exit. “Have fun! I’m gonna go collect my winnings, cheers!”)

#long post #headcanon asks #joger hc's #lo talks #Anonymous

[sarinataylor]

Idk if u still taking hcs right now but could you possibly elaborate on that good omens joger au you mentioned a while back? Im curious and excited to hear more

i am always taking hcs (this is a shout out to the anon who sent me an angsty roger prompt like two months ago: ilu and i am so sorry. i have ideas! something will appear eventually! i just gotta get this chapter of my…. actual fic out. i promise i havent forgotten u bb)

ok! so i had to like. scroll waaaaaay back to find what i’d said lmao but there’s basically two ways this goes right? book!au or show!au

show!au

roger is crowley and john is aziraphale

roger, who didn’t mean to fall! he just asked questions! that’s all!!! but then, that’s all it took back in the day…. and who most definitely has a vintage bentley that hasn’t aged a day (despite blowing up, like clockwork, at the 6th hour of the 6th day of the 6th month, every sodding year), who swans about in sunglasses no matter the day or time

and john who’s always been a little bit of a bastard, when it comes to it, but who likes his home comforts and really, really just doesn’t want to get involved if he can help it (but oh, he doesn’t mind being tempted)

roger has never been able to decide whether or not he regrets falling, really. sometimes he rages against himself, against God, against the unfairness of it all. he rages at the stacked deck, and at his own stupidity in questioning Their Mother. but sometimes the darkness feels like a freedom that was worth sacrificing his grace in payment to. sometimes, when he’s faking reports back to hell (who haven’t bothered him in several hundred years other than to send him commendations for the terror humans inflict upon one another) so that john isn’t spirited away back to the gilded (prison) gates of heaven…. sometimes it feels like freedom, and he wants to laugh in God’s face for, yes, he missed the embrace of Home sometimes, the celestial harmonies of his brothers and sisters which had their match in the damned screams below; sometimes he missed the feel of his grace warming the gap in his chest where a human would have a heart, but if he had that he wouldn’t have this. he wouldn’t have the delights of the humans who had the burden, the joy, of choice in thanks to him. he wouldn’t have the warmth of john’s grace that had once rubbed him raw as they stood upon the ruins of eden, but now set him alight in all the best ways that no poet could ever hope to describe. 

(it is the year 4703 AD, the humans are growing and learning and improving at every turn, as they do. “you once said you didn’t mean to fall,” john says thoughtfully, watching him pensively over the rim of his cup of tea. the ritz still stands, as it always will if roger has anything to say about it. it says something important, he thinks, that a miracle is a miracle whether the entity performing it is of heaven or of hell. “and?” roger replies, picking at the slice of cake john had ordered for him. an indulgent smile had lurked about the corners of his mouth as he had done so, as it often did when he looked at roger. it was chocolate and strawberry, but it tasted of apples. everything tasted of apples to roger, and everything always would.“i was thinking,” john said, blowing across the surface of his cup as if it would ever be anything but the perfect temperature when he sat across from roger. if roger had the ability, nothing would ever be anything less than perfect for john. but then, that kind of thinking had the trappings of heaven around it. no, a little imperfection was much better. “that it must have been ineffable.”“oh, sa-, go-, someone have mercy,” roger huffed, shoving his plate away from him with a clatter. around him the servers paused in their movements. a clatter was not meant to sound in the ritz, a place reserved only for the small tinkle of champagne glasses clinking in a toast or teaspoons on saucers. “not this shit again.”“it must have been!” john insisted, and chucked his teaspoon across the table at him. “i still think about it, you know. the apocalypse that wasn’t.”roger still thought of it too. he was waiting for the next one. sometimes he thought john was, also. but sometimes he thought that john was wishing for the best instead. “and i was thinking that the Almighty…. well, she knows all, yes?”“that is sort of her whole thing, yes, John.”“well then! she knew you had to fall! to be on the other side, to be a spy in the ranks, so to speak.”“i’m a demon, john,” roger said, reaching for calm. it was hard, so hard, to hear john, after all these years together, still trying to justify their relat– friendship. to wave away his occultism as if it were merely a guise for some hidden angelicism that lay below the surface. roger was a demon, this he knew. he may not know whether he was happy about this state of affairs, a much as he were capable of such an emotion nowadays anyway, but he knew what he was. “yes, but–”“there’s no but, john,” roger snapped, and around them the servers, the patrons, all the annoying, bumbling humans stood and left at his wish. john, looking around them, sighed and gave him a disappointed look. roger fought the urge to bring them all back. “fuck all of that shit about not meaning to fall. fuck that. i knew what i was doing when i did it. i chose to fall because i wanted to know the answers to my questions and She wasn’t giving them. i was willing to fall for the answers to my questions, and i did. i wont give Her the credit for my choices when she’s done fuck all, all these years.”he had been expecting shock, maybe. perhaps hurt, at the harshness of his vitriol towards their Mother. john smiled at him, instead.“very good,” he murmured, taking a sip of his tea. “another coffee, old friend?”)

and john???? john feels so very guilty all of the time. how can he not? roger, his oldest and dearest friend, is so tormented by Questions. questions which he fell to have answered and yet have merely multiplied as his change of circumstances have allowed him, in some degree, the burden and joy of choice. roger fell to have his questions answered, and john steals the answers he desires and is allowed, by the grace of Mother, to remain part of the heavenly host. where is the fairness of that? 

(john owns a bookshop. he owns a bookshop and he hoards the answers of every question he’s ever thought to ask in its four walls. he hoards the answers of every question he’s ever thought to ask and they sit on his tongue, heavy and waiting to be spilled into roger’s waiting mouth if only he would ever ask but he never does. roger never asks, and john never tells. roger never asks for to asks would be to tempt too far, and john never tells for to tell would be to admit to knowing that which he should not, that which he has not suffered to know)

  sometimes john thinks of falling. he thinks of falling and he thinks of being caught and he hates himself for his cowardice

(roger would rip hell asunder before he allowed them to sully his angel)

#lo talks #joger hc's #headcanon asks #Anonymous #good omens #long post

[sarinataylor]

Do you like harry potter? I cant remember if youve said before but im interested in your thoughts :) joger or general lol

roger is a slytherin and john is a gryffindor and that is fucking that

#im able and willing to fight on this front #lo talks #joger hc's #Anonymous

[sarinataylor]

Ok you have a supernatural au but what about a superpower/hero au? Im curious to see what youll give them!

rightio, pip pip! there is now like a fully developed au of this, but here’s the bare bones!

freddie: sound conversion

brian: replication

john: fire manipulation

roger: healing

freddie

so our boy can convert sound into other forms of energy

his faves are electricity and light (because they make such a show!) but he’s been known to forget to eat and supplement with sound instead

(he’s not a consumer of sound as such as he is a connoisseur. he likes his soul music, classical..... any sound will do, but he has taste you see? his body is a temple and all that)

you can imagine what their gigs are like 

people think it’s the louder the sound the better, but it’s not. sound doesn’t work like that, not when it’s filtered through the response of the human mind. the most beautiful light show he ever produced was the result of listening to the heartbeat of someone he loved overlaid with the soft sound of rain outside. not everything can be quantified, and the human element of his power makes sound one of those things. the softest of sounds can produce enough energy to keep the electricity on for a week, and then the next day give him barely enough juice to charge his phone.)

it’s a conscious choice to convert the sound though, obviously, otherwise he would be in energy overload so! he can sorta turn it on and off, though one time he slept through his alarm and woke up to all of the lights in the house blinking to the tune of Material Girl by Madonna

brian

this clone ass motherfucker (lookin @ u, invisible man mv)

so! his replication is sort of unstable? it doesn’t hold up to close scrutiny. 

like, it’s solid? but, like brian lmao, susceptible to folding like a house of cards when you prod at its weak spots. like. he essentially has anxious replications?

like his replications are aware that they’re not real? and so as soon as it appears that someone else also knows this they just collapse. disintegrate. there have been some awkward encounters

(usually they disintegrate on touch if they’re under scrutiny, or feel they are. however one time brian sent a clone to wake up roger who, half asleep, rolled over and blearily told the clone to “fuck off, i know you’re not real” which was enough to send the clone into an anxious disintegration.)

yeah. look what you’ve done, you’ve fucked up a perfectly good superpower is what you’ve done. it’s got anxiety.

he mainly uses his clones to get shit done? but

ok so each clone, when it’s outside of him, creates its own set of memories and experiences which then have to be assimilated by brian once they disintegrate which is fucking EXHAUSTING

it’s like the worlds worst hangover, depending on how long they’ve been out and about. one second he’s brian, and then the next he’s brian plus a shoehorn of memories which are trying to find their place in his brain. hell!

poor guy is always fucking exhausted, but also. he’s sorta always been like this so w/e ig

john

yeah i know roger is ALWAYS the fire manipulator but guess what fuck you it’s john

(also tbh i could see roger more as an earth manipulator? freddie as air. brian as water. WHATEVER IM OFF TOPIC)

boy’s gotta temper. 

general fire manipulation tbhhhhh he’s just not got the best control?

or, well. rather: he has the BEST control

until he doesnt

he’s just not all that comfortable with his power in all honesty. it has a bad rap as destructive, and well. this is the 21st century (yeah this is modern au too bc i say so) and no one really has much USE for burning pillars of fire nowadays do they?????? he’d have been a hit in the paleolithic age but they’re a bit past all that now. 

man have fire. without the need for superpowers.

john is, on the one hand, disdaining of his power and absolutely terrified on the other. he’d rather not have one at all. he can buy a lighter. it would be worth the rise on the heating bill. 

he can contain fire? but only small scale fire. any fire larger than him is out of his control -- which is part why his power is scary to him. fire spreads, and it spreads quickly

(over time he becomes more comfortable with his power and lessens his obsessive control over it. it’s like.... it’s like walking around with your teeth clenched. he was aware he was doing it in the beginning and he had control over it, he could choose not to clench his teeth. but soon it just became something he did and the idea of not doing it became abhorrent, felt as if it would lead to something horrible. but all it really meant was that when he stopped clenching his teeth, so to say, all his control was stripped from him at once. he learns to stop clenching his teeth.)

roger

rightio it’s my boy

so he’s a healer yo

except its a secret

bc, well. he didn’t grow up in the safest of households aight, and if there’s one thing an abuser is gonna take full advantage of it’s a victim who gets better and can heal others

so it’s a secret! bc its me guys cmon gotta have me angsty secrets

(not everyone in this au has powers? like they’re becoming more and more common. think mutants except without the fascism)

basically he can heal himself pretty much no matter what. and he can heal other people if he takes their wounds onto himself. he can then choose to pass the wounds on but, like, that’s an awful thing to do and he did it accidentally exactly once and felt so fucking guilty that he swore he’d never do it again

he doesn’t have complete control over it? if its someone he feels an emotional connection to sometimes he just..... takes their injuries and illnesses? 

(brian getting hep? a fucking NIGHTMARE. as soon as roger becomes aware of it he just starts...... taking it. which works fine-ish because well, he’s vaccinated correctly. it’s fine. except brian keeps fucking replicating and his clones still have hep so when they combine again he’s fucking got it again and no one understands why he keeps yo-yoing between being fine and being distinctly not fine, the doctors are in a tizzy about him potentially have unknwon healing powers, and roger is just Over It. and then ofc brian gets distinctly upset about the fact that roger just..... stops visiting him in the hospital but roger cant)

and roger hates hospitals. one time he went to visit a mate in uni and got stuck in the waiting room for half an hour. made friends with a little girl, was building blocks with her while her ma read a celebrity magazine. never ended up seeing his friend. little girl got called in for her appointment and went off skipping while roger suddenly had a broken fucking arm.     healing sucks. 

his power gets outed when john has a slip of control one day.

#headcanon asks #joger hc's #ig #Anonymous

[sarinataylor]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Queen (Band), Bohemian Rhapsody (Movie 2018) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Deacon/Roger Taylor Characters: Roger Taylor (Queen), John Deacon, Brian May, Freddie Mercury, Chris "Crystal" Taylor Additional Tags: Weight Issues, Aging, Insecurity Series: Part 2 of a chance you have to take with love Summary:

roger, melodramatic sod that he was, had had a crisis of confidence over aging a few months back all over a pretty young interviewer asking him is he was thinking about settling down and having a family any time soon now that he was heading towards his mid 30s.

(prequel to it's a long hard fight (but i'll always live for tomorrow))

#save me from myself #fic #joger hc's #ig?? idk #my tagging system is a NIGHTMARE #in that it's not a system it's a labyrinth of failure

[sarinataylor]

So this Music And Lyrics AU, I’m seeing washed up John from his Gone To Bali years and sunny moppet Roger as the plant-watering lyricist who bounces into his life, but I can also see Roger as the pop idol who has gone slightly to seed encountering the blend of innocent sweetness and zinger put-downs that is John

oh oh oh roger is defs the pop star gone to seed??? in my og version of this au but now im like hmmmmm. but ok so like

roger was part of a band with.... lets say brian and tim (bc well we need a bad guy, and poor tim is the fall guy). time fucks off with the music that brian and roger had written together and makes it big as a solo artist.

brian well. he’s pissed? but also, kinda wants to get his PhD, ya know? it was fun while it lasted, but. it’s not worth bankrupting themselves trying to prove their case, and the bands clearly over now anyway?

and roger, well. all roger ever wanted to be was a musician, right? and tim and brian have fucked off (and depending on the day he either respects brian’s decision or feels betrayed by it) so he’s.... stuck

and he puts out a solo album but it doesnt do well, and everyone’s comparing him to tim and he just. sort of gets in a rut. the music starts to run out and he’s fucking not gonna be the old time wonder working at fucking Sainsbury’s, okay? he’s not. this is not a pauper to popstar to pauper story, no way, no how. 

so he starts.... picking up gigs where he plays their old songs. it’s. it’s not great? but! he gets to play his music, he gets to sing, and he fucks around with his own music back at home but he learned his lesson. he’s not putting out any solo stuff any time soon. it’s fine. 

(freddie is his best mate who is, ya know, also a successful musician? he has a brilliant solo career and he’s constantly trying to convince roger to collab with him, or even just come on tour and drum for him? something????? but roger’s got it into his head that that’s not meant for him, that he fucked up his chance. he’s comfortable where he is even if he’s a little bit miserable.)

ANYWAY john comes to water his fucking plants

and john is, it should be noted, terrible with plants? like he does NOT have a green thumb at all, but a friend of a friend needed a favour for a week or so and

so when he walks in he immediately knows who roger is? cause like. his little sister julie? had SUCH a thing for him when they were teenagers. like, cried when the band broke up. was potentially one of the only people who bought his solo album, and definitely the only person who gave it a 5 star review. and johns like...... oh look at this sad sack of shit. 

which like. roger is. 

and freddie is over too with this lyricist they’ve rumbled up to work with roger for this pop sensations requested song and the lyrics this guy is coming up with are just.... they’re so bad? and freddie is taking a nap on the sofa because it’s so awful, roger looks about three seconds from strangling the guy

and john doesnt even mean to? he’s honestly jut talking to himself really but he comes up with a few lyrics and next thing he knows roger is inviting him to “a small performance tonight” (freddie rolls his eyes so violently he almost falls off of the sofa) and begging him to think about being his lyricist and

john makes the mistake of mentioning it to julie. then makes the mistake of agreeing to take her and. god it’s.... it’s sad okay? like roger is? 35? and doing high school reuinions? it’s just fucking sad.

and what makes it worse is that roger seems to know? like roger isn’t so much as in on the joke as he is.... resigned to it. makes the jokes before anyone else has the chance to. 

freddie finds john to the side of the audience and is like....... pls be his lyricist because i dont have the time and, fucking hell, this might be his last chance to escape the clutches of bingo nights and high school reunions. he almost did a bar mitzvah last month.

and john really cant say no to that

and roger’s fun! like john is surprised to find that misery doesnt come easy to him? like he has his self pitying moments, is certainly the first to say something disparaging about himself and his abilities, but! he’s fun??? his music is good! he had stacks of cd’s just wracked up and when john asks about them roger just shrugs and says, oh you know, just songs i’ve played around with over the past few years

he’s fun and he genuinely believes that john’s a good lyricist. he makes contributions, he’s honest. he writes music like it comes to him as easy as breathing and ok

johns not proud but he sorta has a crush on the guy he thought, like three days ago, was a washed up sad sack of shit

look ok! he didn’t know him! he was jusging the book by its cover! it’s a pretty dingy cover. it’s all marked up and the corners are bent, and like yeah it’s pretty but it’s pretty in that way that’s like three vodka soda’s from crying about how sad it is, deep down. 

(he tells this to roger, one day, once the song is released and they’re a collab team and, y’know..... just a team.    roger is so offended. he’s never even had a vodka soda in his life. give him like one and a half gin and tonics, however)

anyway they work together and get closer (john shares his own Dark Backstory: basically the same as in the movie, he got taken advantage of by a professor at his university who then went on to write a book about it.) and then.......... roger’s a dick

they run into the professor and roger is. he’s projecting. he’s projecting his own issues onto john. like roger needs to confront tim (and not so much confront, but clear the air with brian) but he cant and the root of john’s own issues is standing right in front of them and so he.... basically forced john to confront him

and it goes badly

it goes really badly

and so john is embarrassed and angry at roger for making him do that, and roger is frustrated because it wasn’t meant to go like that (in all his fantasies, he and brian are friends again at the end of it and tim is humiliated in the corner and.... that’s how it was supposed to go for john). and so they both start saying things they.... both mean and dont mean (because the worst things you can ever say to someone are the things just rooted enough in truth to hit home and scrape at their insecurities, but exaggerated enough that you create little pinpricks of paranoia that actually those little truths aren’t so little at all.)

and, well. 

john shows up to see their song performed and

roger sings a song for him

and song that roger wrote

which is a huge, big deal. because it’s not a joke. roger isn’t making a joke with this song, he’s not laughing at it before anyone else can. he’s singing it for john and he means it. and that’s

:)

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