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Pairing: Bohemian Rhapsody!Roger Taylor x Reader

Word Count: 2037

Request:  Could you please do an imagine about being in a relationship with Roger Taylor? You love each other so much but you always fight really intensely too? The whole band gets involved because of how intense you guys are?

Warnings: N/A

A/N: First imagine back after a huge break so pls be kind lmao i’m still getting back into the swing of things. Hope you enjoy, please feel free to spam me with Bohemian Rhapsody requests, I wanna write so many more imagines for all the members so hit me up with any ideas you have! ( and feel free to send any non-boh rhap requests too )

To say that you were ‘a little pissed off’ would be to say that Freddie’s fashion sense is ‘only a little unique’. It was no shock to anyone that once again, Roger Taylor was the cause of your anger. Your relationship had always been a strange one; there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that the two of you were in love as anyone could be, but your fights were notorious for being more explosive than a nuclear bomb. Having matching personalities made the two of you as close as anyone could be, but matching personalities also came along with matching tempers. Brian, John and Freddie were no strangers to your arguments either. Sometimes they were caused by something as simple as Roger not tidying up after himself, or Roger getting irritated by how long you took to get ready. But other times they could be fuelled by something much worse. On this particular occasion, it had been one of the more extreme reasons. It was pretty well known that Roger was awfully popular with the female fans, he had been getting mounds of female attention even since the days of Smile. You had learnt to ignore it and brush it off because at the end of the day, you were the one he would be coming home to. However, sometimes it did put a strain on your relationship particularly due to the fact that Roger seemed to really enjoy the attention and never really learned where to draw the line with them for your sakes.

This time, a group of girls had immediately flocked Roger the second he stepped off stage after the show; that was nothing new to you, but what really stung was how Roger just cast you away and completely ignored you when you tried to congratulate him on the show in favour of the girls surrounding him. Of course you understood that the band had to be thankful for their fans and communicate with them, but that made it hurt no less when he acted as if you didn’t even exist. You took in a sharp intake of breath, biting down on your bottom lip to stop the tears building up in your eyes from spilling over. Grabbing your handbag, you quickly rushed away backstage, flashing your pass to the security guard as you zoomed past, just wanting to get somewhere alone. The tears in your eyes threatening to spill over eventually did as you flopped down on the sofa in the band’s dressing room, bringing your knees up to your body as you sat. In your head, you knew that it was silly to get upset over it because you knew that Roger truly did love you, but all of the doubts and horrible thoughts that had been building up across the time of your relationship all came flooding back together. Being the girlfriend of the Roger Taylor had its perks and obvious downfalls, there were a lot of jealous fans and tabloids just wanting an easy story that often said a lot of horrible things about you which often came flooding back at times like these.Your thoughts were interrupted as the door burst open with Brian and John stumbling into the room. The grins on their faces soon faded away as they spotted the look on your face, and they instantly came rushing over. Brian sat down on the coffee table in front of you, and John beside you on the sofa. “Y/N what happened?” John stumbled out, his words laced with concern.

You eventually managed to compose yourself and explain what had happened to John and Brian and you were met with the usual look of annoyance and lack of shock on their faces.

“He never learns does he?” Brian spoke solemnly, placing a comforting hand on your knee.

John sighed loudly, pulling you into a hug “I’m sure he didn’t mean for you to be hurt, he just doesn’t think sometimes.”

“I know, it just sucks when I see him surrounded by all of these gorgeous women I can never compete with. What if he changes his mind about me one day and goes for someone prettier?” You spoke sadly, resting your head on John’s shoulder.

“Y/N, Roger would have to be absolutely idiotic to ever swap someone as utterly incredible as you for one of those idiot gold diggers only in it for a shag.” Brian said with an endearing tone.

You went to reply when the dressing room door burst open once again, revealing Freddie along with the man in question, Roger.

“What the hell is going on here?” Roger questioned with a slightly raised tone.

“Just attempting to cheer your girlfriend up after you acted like a total prat...once again.” Brian shot back immediately.

“I think I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself thank you very much.” Roger snapped “What the bloody hell have I even done now anyway? I was just talking to some fans”

You stood up as Roger spoke, crossing your arms over your chest as you did so. “See Roger, it’s never just talking though is it? You completely shoved me to the side and acted like I was something you had just scraped off of the bottom of your shoe out there. It was embarrassing!” You yelled back, your hands balling into fists in your fit of anger.

“You’re not the only bloody person in the world you know? I do have a life outside of our relationship. Why do you overreact about everything?” By this point, both of you were on the verge of screaming and Freddie, John and Brian had long since snuck out of the room to avoid getting caught up in the crossfire.

“I’m not asking for everything to revolve around me twenty four seven Roger! All I want is for you to actually give me a shred of attention sometimes out there in front of those bimbos who only care about you because you’re hot and famous. How would you feel if I completely ignored you in favour of a group of guys that you thought were a hundred times better looking than you. I just want to feel good enough for you for once!” You shouted, with hot tears now running down your cheeks.

“Y/N I-” Roger’s tone softened as he went to speak; but you simply raised your hand, cutting him off before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

After the argument, you returned to the home that you and Roger shared, spending your evening on the sofa in a bit of a sulk. It was about ten o’clock the next morning when you woke up after falling asleep on the sofa that night. You were rather unceremoniously woken up by Freddie kicking your door down, shouting for you to get your ‘sulky arse’ off of the sofa and into something pretty. It was moments like this that made you question why you had given the three other members of the band a key to your home.

“If it’s anything to do with Roger, I’m not going Fred.” You spoke in a deadpan tone with zero emotion on your face.

“No no, I want to take you somewhere.” Freddie replied flippantly before rather ungracefully dragging you off of the sofa and upstairs to your bedroom.

“Where on Earth could you possibly need to take me in such a hurry at ten o’clock on a Sunday morning?” You questioned with a raised brow, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Don’t spoil the fun with too many questions darling, just trust me and go along with it.” He replied with a mischievous grin, tossing an outfit at you.

“Trust you and go along with it? That’s usually the beginning of the end for my wellbeing when you say that Fred.” You called out from the bathroom as you changed into the jeans and shirt Freddie had picked out for you, grinning as you heard him chuckle at your remark.

Once you had gotten ready, Freddie had proceeded to toss you into his limousine, forcing a blindfold onto your face the second the driver took off. You eventually came to a stop after what honestly felt like an age, and Freddie attempted to gracefully guide you out of the car and into some building ( emphasis on attempted ).

“This scenario is the beginning of literally every serial killer movie ever made.” You chuckled, holding your arms out in front of you cautiously “If you murder me, I will come back and haunt you forever.”

You heard Freddie laugh quietly as he came to a sudden halt “Now stay exactly where you are.”

You could somewhat make out a few sounds as you heard Freddie’s footsteps move away from you, but you were still none the wiser as to where on Earth he had brought you.

“Freddie I-” You went to question your friends intentions when you were cut off by the sudden beginning of a piano sequence. You recognised the song in an instant, how could you not? An acoustic version of ‘I’m in love with my car’. You couldn’t help but let a soft giggle escape your lips, removing your blindfold as you heard Roger begin to sing. The view you were met with was simply breathtaking, Freddie had taken you to the bar where you had first met Roger but the room was covered in the most stunning little fairy lights and rose petals and a projection of all of your favourite photographs of you and Roger played behind the four of them. A few tears began to fill up in your eyes, threatening to spill over as Roger sang his utterly ridiculous yet brilliant song that he knew you loved so much. Roger’s eyes never once left yours as he sang every word, his notorious cheeky grin on his lips. As the song ended, Roger stepped down off the small stage, making his way over to you.

“Y/N, I acted like a total arse yesterday and there’s no excuse for it. Sometimes I’m an idiot and I lose sight of things, but there is never a single doubt in my mind that you are the most incredible, beautiful, talented and kind hearted woman I’ve ever met and that I want to spend every moment of my life with you. None of those girls that come to our shows and throw themselves at me will ever match up to you, not in a million years. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but don’t you dare ever doubt yourself again even for a second. I don’t give a shit what idiotic reporters or gold-digging fans say about you, nothing will ever change my mind about you. You make me a better man and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” Roger spoke softly, a look of complete adoration in his eyes. He took a deep breath before taking hold of your left hand, fiddling around with something in his back pocket with his other hand. Your eyes widened, your jaw dropping slightly as he pulled out a velvety red box.

“Rog. Wha-” You sputtered out as he opened the box

“Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to commit to marrying me yet.” He chuckled “It’s a promise ring, Bri told me about them. Its a promise of my commitment to you and a promise to one day when you’re ready, swap it out for an proper ring.” He finished with a nervous sort of smile on his lips.

A genuinely nervous Roger was something you had never really seen in your years of dating, it knocked you utterly speechless.

“This is the part where you say yes and get to the snogging.” Freddie called out causing laughter from both John and Brian.

“Roger Meddows Taylor. You are utterly insane.” You laughed, totally shell shocked “Of course I accept.”

A look of relief quickly washed over Roger’s face, a huge grin pulling on his lips as he slid the delicate gold ring onto your finger and Freddie, John and Brian burst into cheers.

Pairing: Boh Rhap!Brian May x Reader

Word Count: 1835

Request: Could I please please please request a BoRhap x reader fic that’s super angsty and fluffy at the end? Maybe the reader is dating one of the boys and they’re mad at her for seeming distant so she tries to be there 24/7 but ends up passing out in the studio and then they feel bad? Basically just all of the angst and the all of the fluff.

Warning: mentions of fainting/hospitals

A/N: Thank you so much for all of your love & kind feedback for my last Boh Rhap Fic & first post back after a long while, it means a lot 💖 Please keep the requests coming!

The past month or so had been a pretty intense time for both queen and yours and Brian’s relationship. The band was under a great deal of pressure from both the label and their fans to release new music and fast. This meant that most of the time you spent with Brian was also spent with Freddie, John and Roger along with dozens of other employees of the studio where you worked. Not only had the huge workload increase put a strain on your relationship, but it had put quite the strain on your own health. Your boss, who was known for being quite overbearing, was pretty much constantly down your neck to get things done in inhuman amounts of time; it didn’t help that half of your colleagues were constantly slacking off and leaving the bulk of the work to you. That was all on top of your ridiculous flatmates being absolute nightmares with not cleaning up literally ever or not covering their side of the bills. You hated to be a burden on anybody though, so allowed it all to just bottle up and be shoved to the back of your mind in the hopes that it would all just go away eventually.

“Y/N...Y/N!” Brian’s voice suddenly broke you out of your daze, you took in a sharp intake of breath, leaping into action.

“Sorry.” You apologised, rubbing your eyes with your hands in an attempt to make yourself a little more alert “Let’s go again from the second verse.”

You let out a heavy sigh as you pressed the record switch, jumping a little as the loud instruments suddenly kicked in.

Brian’s brows furrowed slightly as he looked up at you in the booth, sat in a total daze.

As you sorted the final touches to the track they had been working on that day, Brian made his way into the small booth you spent many hours of your life holed up in.

“Hey, Y/N. We’re going out for drinks tonight to celebrate Miami signing on as our manager. You in?” Brian spoke hopefully as you rushed around the booth gathering your things together.

“I’d love to Bri, but tonight isn’t really the best time.” You replied sadly with a sigh; you wanted more than anything to join them all, but your boss had decided it would be a great idea to put you on a double shift so you were stuck working through the whole night with some student band wanting to be the next Queen.

“You said that last time...and about seven times before that. I feel like I barely see you anymore” Brian sighed in defeat.

“I know Bri, i’m sorry, I just can’t right now.”

With that closing statement, you scooped up all of your possessions into your backpack, standing up on your tip-toes to give Brian a quick kiss on the cheek as you walked past to exit the booth.

That night had been absolutely torture for you, after being in the studio with Queen from 9am-7pm you ended up with the student band from 9pm till 3am meaning you didn’t make it home until gone four in the morning. Brian’s statement about the distance between the two of you had been playing around in your head all night; of course you felt awful that you had to do it to him, but your job was your lifeline and you couldn’t put that at risk, sometimes he did tend to forget that you were just a regular person, not a worldwide famous rockstar absolutely rolling in cash. You had another studio session with the lads at 9am the following morning, so you tried to make an effort to wake up a little earlier to run down to the coffee shop by the recording studio. Of course you had to grab yourself a triple espresso or you’d never make it even to the afternoon running on three hours of sleep (which wasn’t exactly a rarity these days); but you made sure to grab Brian’s favourite coffee and a slice of his favourite cake which he would constantly rave about to no end.

You made it to the studio for ten to nine, setting down your things in the booth only moments before John arrived with an unsurprisingly hungover Roger, that man really did not understand the meaning of ‘just a couple of drinks’. Brian arrived not long after looking pretty glum, a slightly shocked look on his face as he noticed the coffee and cake sitting on the drum stand by his guitar.

“Just a little token of my love.” You smiled, a weight lifting off of your shoulders as a smile broke out on Brian’s lips as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I mentioned this cake like once in front of you, how did you remember?” He chuckled

“Bri, you talk about it literally everyday. You actually never shut up about it.” You laughed in response, both John and Roger shouting in agreement with you.

Your conversation was cut short by Freddie bursting through the door at quarter past nine.

“Punctual as ever Mr Mercury.” You called out on your way into your booth, earning you a round of chuckles from Brian, John and Roger.

“Looking awake and chirpy as ever.” Freddie shot back with a knowing look. He had certainly noticed the amount of makeup you caked over your dark circles every day, how your hands shook more violently than an earthquake because you were practically living off of espressos and how you constantly zoned out of what was going on.

Taking a sharp intake of breath, you pressed down on the microphone button “Okay guys, Another One Bites The Dust from the beginning for me.”

By the time lunch came around it felt as if there were a literal ten story building on your shoulders and weights on your eyelids. You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep up the perky, happy go lucky act, bouncing around with Freddie as he sang and generally having a laugh with everyone.

“You seem a lot different today.” Brian commented with a smile, wrapping his arms around your body from behind you.

“Only the best for my favourite guy.” You spoke softly with a sad sort of smile that Brian was completely clueless to. “So, drinks tonight? First round is on me.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice!” Roger called out, far too enthusiastically as he rushed to gather his things with Freddie hot on his heels and John just chuckling half in disappointment half in amusement. Honestly, you would need a miracle to make it through the night with the state you were currently in.

Everyone eventually finished gathering their things and after a quick change of clothes (barr Freddie because he was always runway ready) you were all ready to head off.

“One sec guys, I just need to grab my apartment ke-” You turned to reach out for your key on the table beside you as the world suddenly began to spin, your boyfriend and three friends soon becoming colourful blurs. The last thing you heard was Brian calling out your name as you stumbled for a moment before everything went entirely black, Brian only just managing to catch you in his arms before you could hit the ground.

Quite a few hours had passed before you eventually came to, you could feel a light pressure on your right hand before you fully awoke. As your eyes eventually fluttered open, you noticed that the pressure you felt was Brian holding onto your hand as if you were about to fly off, a deep look of concern his face. His face was honestly whiter than the walls of the hospital room you found yourself in.

“Y/N, thank heavens.” Brian sighed in relief, squeezing your hand lightly, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“How on Earth did I get here?” You questioned, your voice hoarse.

“We were in the studio about to go out when you just started stumbling everywhere and hit the ground. The doctor said it was from exhaustion, that you’re seriously dehydrated and malnourished. What’s been going on?” He spoke, concern lacing his tone.

You sighed heavily, playing with the blanket that lay over your body as you attempted to form an answer.

“Things have just been really tough lately. My boss is constantly down my neck to get things done in impossible timeframes, i’m stuck working with a team that but about 20% effort in so i’m having to run around after them too and my flatmate is being an absolute nightmare with her side of the bills so I’ve been working the night shift too every night for the last three weeks. I guess all thought of self care kind of drifted from my mind.” You replied, a look on your face similar to that of a young child getting a scolding from their mother.

As you looked up at Brain, your heart broke at the look of sadness and guilt on his face, tears pooling in his eyes.

“Y/N, i’m so sorry. It’s all my fault you’re here now, I pushed you too far, I was selfish and an idiot, not realising what you’re going through right now.” He spoke rushingly, running his free hand through his curly mop.

“Bri-no, please don’t feel guilty this isn’t in any way your fault. It’s only mine, I should’ve said something when things started to pile up on me, you shouldn’t have to be running around after me to make sure i’m okay twenty four seven.”

“But that’s what good boyfriends do, I’m meant to take care of you and help you when things aren’t going to plan.”

“And you do Bri, you do so many incredible things for me and I genuinely cannot think of anyone else I would rather be with in this entire world than you.”

A smile soon broke through the look of sadness on Brian’s face as you spoke.

“Just please promise me Y/N, remember to take care of yourself and come find me whenever anything starts to get too much. I don’t care whether its two in the morning or if I’m in the middle of a song on stage, if you’ve got a problem, please come find me.” He spoke softly, placing his other hand on top of your joined hands.

“And as for your ridiculous flatmate.” Brian began to speak as his hand fumbled around in his pocket, pulling out a shiny gold key, your brows furrowing in confusion as he placed it on your lap. “Come live with me, i’ve been meaning to ask you for ages but I could never work out the right time. But like they say, there’s no better time than the present. So?”

“I promise Bri.” You smiled

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Word Count: 1599

Request: can you do a Scott McCall imagine where the reader and him are dating and she almost dies in his arms like Allison and he bites her even tho she didn't want to be a werewolf but can you end it with fluff, please?

Warnings: sort of death? blood. hospitals

A/N: scott mccall is an actual angel who needs to be protected okay thanks. also i am not ready for the last 10 episodes to come out :( sorry i’ve been a bit quiet lately, i’ve just been in a pretty bad place mentally but i’m doing better now and channeling my emotions into writing so i hope you enjoy! have a lovelu day, stay hydrated x

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader + Team Flash (platonic)

Word Count: 726

Summary: Reader is best friends with Fred and George Weasley and has been for as long as they can remember. They were just going about their normal day at work when something rather peculiar occurred after a certain team Flash member decided to experiment with his powers. (I suck at summaries k sorry.)

Warnings: None as far as I am aware of

A/N: Thank you so much for all the positive response you’ve given to this story, it really does make my day when I see your lovely comments :) { i’m already working on the next chapter and it shall be vv fluffy ;) }

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Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader + Team Flash (platonic)

Word Count: 1,040

Summary: Reader is best friends with Fred and George Weasley and has been for as long as they can remember. They were just going about their normal day at work when something rather peculiar occurred after a certain team Flash member decided to experiment with his powers. (I suck at summaries k sorry.)

Warnings: None as far as I am aware of

Tag List: @the-fastest-mutant-sith @originah @booknerd424 { send me a message if you would like to be added to the list } 

PART ONE / PART TWO

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