What about an imagine that takes place in like 1973 and the band goes to a pub and there’s a band preforming, but the drummer is a girl and everyone else in the band is a boy. And Roger is amazed by her because she drums as good as him. Then after the show he goes up to her and starts talking to her and asks for her number. And she says yes
In Sync- ( Roger Taylor X Reader Oneshot )
Word Count: 2K+
Warnings: None!!
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November 1973:
You sat in the back of your band Illusion’s van, clutching your drum sticks with your other band mates, John the guitarist (because every band needs a John), Ian the bassist, and Steve the singer as the four of you made your setlist for the night. You were pretty much finished, only needed to add in two or three more songs.
“So we’re definitely doing White Room by Cream, right?” You said. Being the only girl you had to be assertive.
“We always do, Y/N” Ian laughed. The four of them treated you like a sister; always making you feel right at home.
“I know, but it’s one of my best songs. I’m just making sure.” You said, punching him playfully in the arm.
“How about a Beatles song?” Steve asked.
“Aren’t we more Zeppelin than the Beatles, Steve?”
“Yeah, but we’re already doing three Zeppelin songs, and who doesn’t like the Beatles?”
“Good point,” John added. “So ‘Come Together’ it is?” the other three of you gave him an approving nod.
“We really should have one more, guys.” Ian said, counting your setlist.
“Say, what about that song the drummer sings from that new band Queen that just put out their first album? You know, the one that plays over at Imperial all the time?” You said.
“Oh yeah, the one Freddie’s in?” Steve asked. Him and Freddie used to work together at the airport.
“Yeah. What about Modern Times Rock and Roll? Their drummer has a pretty good voice. He always sings a song at their concerts.”
“Would you sing it, Y/N?” Steve asked.
“Oh, well, I-” you stuttered. You wanted to sing it, but were nervous to ask the others. Typically Steve was the only one who sang. Illusion wasn’t like Queen.
“You can if you want, Love.”
“Really?” Your face lit up.
“ ‘Course. Might be nice for a change.” He smiled.
“Thanks,” You said hugging him. “Would you all mind running through it once? Just so we make sure we’re all together and so I can practice singing?”
They all nodded in approval as you started to unload your gear into the presently empty bar, ready to prep for your upcoming gig.
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Roger and the boys of Queen had just finished a set at Imperial College. Though it started out as a smaller gig, with the release of their new album their popularity began to grow, and little by little their followers seemed to grow as well. After packing up the van, Brian suggested walking to the bar down the street to celebrate their performance, to which the other three members happily complied.
When they arrived outside of the bar, the band performing inside was booming- the bass and drum beats soaring over the loud hum of the crowd.
“They’re good, aren’t they?” John smiled as they waited in line to enter the bar.
“Yeah, I mean from what we can hear they sound great,” Brian laughed. “Well they’ve drawn quite a crowd, haven’t they? They can’t be that bad with all these people here.”
Freddie was eager to find out who was performing; budging to the front of the line to see the name of the band on the poster next to the door. “Guys!” he smiled, running back to his mates. “My old friend Steve is the lead singer of that band! We used to work together at the airport! We’re not waiting in this stupid line. After all, we’re her royal majesty.” He flourished as he dragged the other three to the front of the line, earning lots of eye rolls from his band mates and spectators alike. Freddie always got what he wanted, so through a little convincing and proving he really did know Steve, the bouncer reluctantly let the four of them enter the bar.
They walked in looking to the stage at the other side of the bar, smiling to see the band doing an amazing rendition of Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin, the four of them starting to sing along to one of their favourite songs.
Roger noted that the drummer was superb- playing perfectly on the beat yet adding the perfect flourishes when there was space too, yet when he looked to the stage he couldn’t see anyone.
How odd, he thought. Whoever they are, they must be short. Yet no later did he brush away the thought and join his mates at the bar.
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After about fifteen minutes or so, the four of you went into ‘Come Together” upping the tempo and drum beat a bit to make it more of a glam rock type song, earning high praise from the crowd as they seemed to like your version of such a well known song. You ended the song going directly into a drum solo, the crowd hooting and hollering as you played difficult beats.
As Roger listened to your incomparable solo, he couldn’t help but let his curiosity get the best of him and have to get up to see who was sitting behind the kit. When he walked to the front right of the crowd, he was shocked to see you, a girl, doing some of the best drumming he’d ever seen. In all honesty, you were the first person he’d heard play as good as him in a very long time. He was in awe. On top of it, he couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous you were as a brad of sweat dripped down your forehead; a look of intense focus on your face as you banged out a shockingly fast rhythm, coming to the end of your solo. He never found someone so attractive in his life.
By the end of your solo Steve had set up a microphone for you so you could sing for Modern Times Rock N’ Roll.
This is it, it’s now or never.
When you finished your solo and the crowd applauded you were dying of heat, the object of singing a song while playing right now seemed virtually impossible. As you downed your water bottle you took off your t-shirt, leaving you in a sports bra as the audience whistled at your audacity.
“Ready boys?”
They looked back at you with a nod.
“A-one, two, a-one, two, three four!”
And with that you started Modern Times Rock ‘N Roll, coming in to sing for the first time in front of a crowd, the feeling making you liberated and play harder than you ever had before.
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Roger was completely speechless. First you take your shirt off, and then you play a Queen song. But not just any Queen song.
His song.
His mates came up behind him, Freddie grabbing his shoulder. “There you are, Rog! We were looking all over for you!”
“They’re playing our song!” John smiled.
“I know, I know.” Roger laughed, trying to hide that he was equally, if not more excited about it than they were.
“She’s pretty good, isn’t she, Rog?” Brian asked.
“She’s great.”
As you finished the song, the crowd erupted in applause, you standing up and taking a bow as Steve took the microphone back.
“Thank you everyone! That was featuring our amazing drummer, Y/N Y/L/N, give it up for her one more time!” The crowd roared. “That was Modern Times Rock ‘N Roll by a new band called Queen. They’re a friend of mine so go check them out. Oh! And while I stood to the side as Y/N took vocals for a song, I noticed a good friend of mine standing over there to the right, ladies and gentlemen Mr. Freddie Mercury and his mates of Queen!” The crowd cheered again as the four of them laughed and waved to the people around them.
You felt the blood rush to your face in embarrassment. Not only did you just play in the presence of one of the best drummers you’d ever heard, you played his own song in front of him. Does it get more embarrassing?
“Alright loves, we’re going to take a fifteen minute break, thank you!” Steve shouted as the crowd cheered.
As you stepped back stage, wiping the sweat from your face, you decided to just put your leather jacket on, you were over the shirt.
“Come on, Y/N! Steve is going to introduce us to Queen!” Ian yelled.
“Oh that’s alright,” you laughed. “I’m just going to get a drink at the bar.”
“Don’t you want to meet them?” John asked.
“Well, yeah, but I just sang and played one of their songs. Little awkward if you ask me.” And plus, you thought. Roger Taylor is incredibly attractive. After singing his song I don’t know how I’d even be able to speak to him right now.
And so, as the guys hurried out of the room in the back you emerged into the crowd and found a seat at the bar, ordering a beer. As you waited, a hand was placed on your shoulder, making you jump in shock.
“Oh, sorry, Love. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
It was him.
It was Roger. Fucking. Taylor.
“Oh, no, uh. You’re fine.” You laughed nervously.
“I’m Roger. Roger Taylor.” He said sticking his hand out to you as he grabbed the stool next to you.
I know.
You shook his hand as you tried to calm yourself down.
You can do this, Y/N. You can speak to him.
“I’m Y/N.” You smiled.
“You’re an amazing drummer, Love. I mean really, like wow. I was in shock.”
You laughed at his candidacy. “Well I guess I could say the same thing,” you giggled.
“Yeah, about that. You played my song.” He smiled.
Oh god, here we go. Time to hear how terrible I did from the person who wrote it.
You nodded; completely unable to come up with words.
“It was great. I mean, you were great. Really, I haven’t heard someone drum like I do in a long time. You’re really great, Y/N.”
“Well thank you,” you blushed.
“No shirt still?”
You looked down, immediately wishing you had your shirt on, yet knowing that if it was any other person in front of you you’d be completely comfortable in just your bra. You were nervous in front of him, desperately wanting to make a good impression because of your attraction to him, even though you usually controlled every conversation you were a part of because of your reigning confidence. Ultimately, in your moment of brief internal panic, you decided it’d just be best to be yourself in front of him, no need to change for a man.
“Yeah, shirts are over rated.” You smiled.
“Must be a drummer thing,” he winked, opening his gold embroidered flower patterned jacket to reveal his bare skin. “Listen, Love, I have to be honest with you. Besides the whole drumming thing, I think you’re incredibly attractive, I mean look at you. You’re absolutely gorgeous. I was wondering if I could get your number, maybe we could go out some time, get a drink somewhere?”
“Really?” You said, shocked. Roger Taylor wants to go out with me?
“Really.” He smiled.
“Well then, of course.” You scribbled your name and number on a napkin with a heart as he put it in his pocket.
The two of you continued talking for a while you noticed Ian waving you back to finish your set.
“Oh, Roger, I’ve loved talking to you, but I’ve gotta go finish playing. I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah, and just look to the front right; I’ll stay watching the whole time.” he smiled.
“Say, we’ll be done in about 45 minutes, would you like to get a drink when we’re done, Rog?”
“I’d love to.” He smiled. “Now go knock ‘em dead.” He said, leaving a peck on your cheek.
“Could you hold my jacket?”
“ ‘Course.” He said as he watched you take it off and hand it to him. “Break a leg, Love. I’ll see you after.”
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A/N: This is adorable thank you for reading!!! for some reason it wont let me do tags rn, ill do them tomorrow
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Hey! So I just found your blog but I wanted to say your master list is insanely impressive and I’m in awe by what I’ve read so far! You’re amazing!
Thank you so much! Honestly, since Tumblr sort of broke my masterlist, I’m thinking about re-working it and condensing it because it is a lot to scroll through lol. It’s just a lot of work to do that and idk if I’m up for it tbh
Warnings: None! Talk of sex, bad words, but really just loads of fluff.
Word count: 4K
Plot: This is based off of @yourlocalmusicalprostitute ‘s request which read “Plz give me bad-ass hard to tie down reader that Roger cant help but chase after cause he likes a challenge” which then inspired me to write this based off of the song Unforgettable by Nat King Cole, so give that a listen while reading. -C
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June, 1975
“Unforgettable, that’s what you are,”
The song played on a loop each time he saw you.
Each time he thought of you.
So basically every minute of every day.
But this time, sitting in the lounge of the bar in the early hours of the morning with his band mates, all of them too exhausted to get up and move from their show just hours before and a couple of days of partying, so the four of them just sat in the cushioned, velvet booth, silently enjoying their drinks. Roger had zoned off when he saw you leave with some guy you’d been talking to all night.
Again.
And now he was fantasizing, thinking of that song.
Your song.
He knew it was never going to happen; you were always onto the next thing, not an easy one to catch. But still, the thought of it was nice. Made him smile.
“Roger!” Freddie yelled, snapping a finger in his face as he was reeled back to reality.
“So… who’s got your mind this time?” Brian teased.
“Oh shove off guys,” Roger blushed.
“Who is she?” John egged on.
“ ‘C’mon, Roger.” Freddie started. “Nothing to be ashamed of. Who’s the lucky lady? There’s a new one every night?” His question send the other two into a spiral of laughter.
“It’s not like that,” Roger said, attempting to hide his blush.
“Then what’s it like, mate?” Brian pressed.
“It’s Y/N, okay?”
“Again?”
Roger nodded.
“God, Rog,” John added, “you bring her up like-“
“Yeah, every week, John. I know.” Roger sighed.
“Darling, you’ve got to say something soon. Why haven’t you? You’re desirable?” Freddie said.
“Because It’s Y/N. She’s… untouchable.”
“Um, you’re a rock star, Rog.” Brian said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I know, I know. But she’s rich, her daddy’s got money. She does what she wants, when she wants to.”
“But Darling, we’ve been friends with her since college. The two of you especially.” Freddie smiled.
“I know.”
“And she follows us around because you told he she could.”
“Because she wanted to,” Roger corrected. “And I wanted to see her all the time. But it’s been how long, three months now we’ve seen her go off with a different guy every night? And I’ve been that guy how many times?”
Silence.
“Exactly. None. It’s getting exhausting.”
“So, why don’t you just tell her how you feel, Roger? That’s what I did with Veronica, and you’ve got much more confidence than I ever will.” John admitted.
“I- I can’t. Not when it comes to her.” Roger sighed. “You know what guys, I’m exhausted. I’m gonna go back to my room.” He moped.
“Hey mate,” Brian said, grabbing his arm as he walked past him. “Just think; just two more weeks until the tour is over. Then you can get out of this funk.” He smiled sympathetically.
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As Roger boarded the elevator, he couldn’t help but think of you. Think that you were in the same building, on the same floor his room was on.
It drove him crazy.
As he walked down the hall to his room, he stopped for a moment, gazing down one door and across the hall to your room, considering knocking; catching you in the middle of the act with the bloke who you’d been seducing all night in efforts to take a hit at your reigning ego, but in retrospect, what would it all be for? To improve his own state of mind?
With a groan of frustration he un-locked his door and stripped to his boxers, shutting off the lights and flopping onto his bed.
In the darkness, his mind wandered as he found himself too hopelessly enamored with you to fall asleep. He wasn’t one to fall head over heels for someone, it was usually quite the opposite. Girls always fell head over heels for him, all except for one girl.
You.
It drove him mad, but some part of him couldn’t get himself to stop chasing you. To stop saying yes to everything you asked for. Maybe he liked the chase, the fact that you didn’t want him made him want you more.
Or did you want him?
At this point, he wasn’t sure anymore. It was all so confusing. Every morning, Roger woke up to a knock at the door, you, in your 1920’s night robe, coming to give him a back massage. It made every day worth getting out of bed. The ‘20’s robe suited you; you always had given off a sort of modern day flapper vibe, you know, hard to tie down, just looking to have fun, pretty, naive but seductive. All of it.
The back massages confused Roger, it was like you were his in the morning, but at night you were a free bird, trying to catch another new breath of wind for the night, yet in the mornings you always came back. Maybe that was why he also had so many one night stands, to mimic you. Show that he was just as free willed. Or maybe it was to forget you, to prove to himself that he could move on from you.
But he never could.
In all honesty, he hated one night stands. The king of one night stands hated them, all because he only had one girl on his mind.
His mind couldn’t help but drift to the image of you as he groaned in disbelief of his unfortunate position. There wasn’t one thing he could think of that he disliked about you. He loved your body; had been craving it for years now. Your face was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on, your hair like perfectly spun silk, always effortlessly framing your face. He loved the way you dressed, it looked vintage, and classy, yet undoubtedly sexy. You knew what you were doing with your sheer tops and skirts that were custom hemmed almost too short. The only way he could think to describe your style was classy (but not too classy) rocker.
He glanced at the alarm clock, realizing he’d been fantasizing about you for a full hour without any glimpse of sleep in his near future, so he got out of bed and put on a pair of pants and decided to go for a walk.
When he opened the door to his room, he glanced down the hallway toward yours, realizing the door was left open, immediately worried for your well being, so he rushed over, and didn’t see anyone in the main foyer of your room, so walked in. He walked into the bedroom, mind panicking as he saw no trace of you and noticed there was no light on in the bathroom, until he felt a burst of wind, jumping from the ruffle of the large white curtain which covered the sliding glass door. He turned to the balcony to see your silhouette leaning against the railing in your sheer, 1920’s robe, figure completely illuminated by the moonlight as the wind blew your hair back. He stepped closer, knocking at the glass door to announce his presence, which made you jump in surprise, eyes immediately flicking open.
“Sorry, Love. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled, walking on the balcony as you pulled him into a tight embrace.
You let out a breath of relief that it was just your friend, his sudden appearance knocking you out of your trance like state. “Thank god it’s you,” you smiled. “I was just enjoying the night. Come with me.” You said, grabbing his hand as you pulled him to the edge of the balcony.
Then, as you turned, he felt something small and hard brush his chest and looked down, the moonlight illuminating your breasts as you turned. You didn’t have anything on underneath your robe.
Anything.
Not even panties.
His breath hitched in his throat; he’d never seen you nude before. You always had a nightgown on when you’d come to his room in the morning.
“What are you doing up so late, Roger?” You asked as you looked at him. Your words snapped him from his trance as you admired his moonlit beauty.
“Oh, uh- just couldn’t sleep.” He tried to avoid to keep his hungry eyes off you, yet couldn’t help himself. “Say, why was your door wide open? I shut it behind me.”
“Oh,” you said, letting out an airy laugh. “I was bored. Just wanted to see who’d come in. I didn’t think anyone would, yet sure enough, look who came. Guess I was kind of hoping you would.” You laughed.
You hoped he would?
“Well, you shouldn’t leave the door open like that, Y/N,” he laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s dangerous, Love. If something happened to you while on tour I think your dad would have my head.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” You smiled. “I’ll be more careful next time, promise.” you said, creeping on your tip toes to peck a kiss on his cheek, breasts bouncing as you feel back down.
“You said you hoped it was me, Y/N. Why?”
“Been wanting to talk to you. You seem like you always have something on your mind, it’s like you don’t want to be around me anymore. What’s up with you?”
Wow, you couldn’t be more wrong, he thought.
“Oh, course I wanna be around you, Y/N. Think I’m just sad that the tour is ending.” He lied, thankful that it seemed believable. You seemed to accept his answer, but tentatively. You could still tell there was something up with him, but decided not to press; leaving the two of you in silence as you appreciated the beauty of the night.
“Oh.” You said with a simple pucker of your lips as you shaded your eyes from him. You could tell it was something more. The two of you stayed in silence for a moment. “Then why don’t you look at me? Why do you shy away from me? Avoid me? It’s like you don’t even want to think about me anymore, Roger.”
“Believe me, Y/N, I think about you all the time.” he muttered.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he blushed.
“No, say what you said again. I’ve gotta make sure I heard you correctly.”
He let out a breath of air, “I said I think about you all the time, Y/N.”
“Then what’s with you?”
“What’s with me?” He scoffed. “I’m not the one taking a different guy to my room every night, I think I should be asking you the same question, Love.”
“That’s what this is about?” His look away from you seemed to confirm your question, so you continued. “I kept going, you know, bringing more and more guys back with me because I thought you didn’t care. Wanted to catch your attention.” You admitted.
“You what?”
You nodded your head. “I didn’t even do anything with the guy I left with tonight; most of the time I never actually do. Just make sure you see me leave with someone. ‘Course I’ve had a couple of one night stands throughout the tour, but not nearly as many as you have. Guess I figured I’d just keep leaving with guys until you noticed.”
“Let me get this straight. You’ve been faking having one night stands every night just to try to get my attention?”
You nodded with a giggle, “Guess it didn’t work very well.”
“Why me, Y/N?”
“I’ve liked you for quite some time now, Rog. Just didn’t know how to tell you, so I guess I tried to make you jealous instead?” You tentatively admitted earning a groan from Roger as he rested his elbows on the railing, fingers brushing through his hair as he hung his head in his hands.
“You must be joking,”
You shook your head.
“Do you realize I’m absolutely fucking mad about you?”
“You are?!?”
“Oh my god,” he muttered. “I’ve been avoiding you because I thought you were happy with your one night stands every night and just couldn’t handle it anymore. Now it turns out your one night stands aren’t even one night stands, and I-”
You cut him off with a kiss, shocking him slightly until he ultimately softened into it, the two of you making out on the deck as you each learned of your new found love for one another.
“It’s about time this happened,” you smiled when you both pulled away for a second. You’d never seen him smiling bigger as he pulled away for a moment.
“You can say that again,” he smiled back as he brought a hand up to your jaw, his other hand roaming along your body. Your arms settled around his neck as he scooped you into his arms and carried you inside to the bed, your robe falling open. He looked down with a satisfied smile, his eyes looking up at you lovingly. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, Love.”
“Then don’t.” You smiled, connecting your lips with his once more.
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As the tour came to an end, you and Roger grew closer, his arm subtly sneaking around your waist at the after parties, the two of you gazing across the bar to one another silently signaling you were ready to go back to one of your rooms for the night. There weren’t many nights you didn’t sleep together, but there were some.
Some that you left with other guys very early in the night, but you’d always come back to the bar and get Roger in a couple hours. It confused him; what did that mean for the two of you? Did that mean that you weren’t exclusive? And what would you do with those guys? What was their purpose? Roger never explicitly asked you; simply just happy that he now could spend time with you romantically, but it confused and slightly upset him nonetheless.
The week following the conclusion of the tour left the two of you out of contact; Roger assuming that his shot with you was over, until one day an envelope addressed to him with your name on it came to his house. It was an invitation to a Roaring ‘20’s themed party, one he knew would be just as grandiose as those which Freddie threw ever so often. He had a week to decide if he’d be going, and though a part of him wanted to call you immediately and say he’d be there, something held him back.
Jealousy.
Jealousy because he thought you were deciding to keep your romantic life open.
A couple hours later while Roger was still overly contemplating the invitation to your party, he was pleasantly surprised to receive a call from his good friend and band mate Freddie.
“Hello, Darling.”
“Hi, Fred.”
“What’re you wearing Saturday?”
Roger stuttered to find an answer to his friends’ abrupt question.
“You’re going, aren’t you?”
“Well,” he trailed off.
“Roger,” Freddie scolded, “you must!”
“But I’m afraid she’s seeing other guys; that we have an open relationship. I just don’t want to put myself through all that again. I’ve been chasing her for too long.”
“Well you’ll never know if you don’t go, now will you Roger?”
Roger paused a moment before responding, knowing Freddie was right, but partially just not wanting to admit it.
“Yeah; I guess so.”
“That’s my Roger. Now get your fucking confidence up, Darling and get your girl!”
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Though partially due to Freddie’s everlasting perseverance, Roger did end up deciding to go to your party on Friday. All four of Queen’s men arrived in a limo to your mansion together, the party already bustling outdoors, completely assuming the appearance of an authentic Gatsby party. Roger’s suit looked authentic to the time period, only helping to further accentuate his natural beauty. As they all walked in together, they were handed glasses of champagne and ushered into the large ballroom where the party was being hosted, Roger eagerly looking for you, but not being able to locate you in the ever growing sea of people.
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You purposely waited to make your debut until all of Queen had gotten to your party, partially so you could have your true, authentic friends to surround yourself with instead of having to make fake conversation with people you only half knew, but you also wanted to be able to make a grand entrance to impress Roger. You’d admit it; you liked to have fun, but in the last week you’d missed Roger being at your side, and decided you were ready to take a step forward in your relationship.
You looked down at your outfit once more and took a glance in the mirror, slightly adjusting your necklace before sending a butler down to the Jazz band to have them start their music for your introduction. You had a blush pink silk gown custom made just for the event which you paired with a huge, extremely glamorous and 1920’s themed pink feather shawl, pink silk gloves of the same material as your dress, a large diamond ring and a thick diamond collar. You heard the introduction start as you stepped out onto the stairs, grabbing a microphone to talk to your guests as you cascaded down the stairs.
“Hello everyone! Thank you all so much for coming! I’ve been on tour with the boys, and I missed you all so much that I just had to throw a party!” Everyone cheered. “Now Darlings, Darlings,” you laughed, “all the drinks are on me tonight, so everyone grab a flute of champagne, and let’s get fucking wasted!” You screamed, raising your opposite hand of champagne in the air as everyone hooted and hollered, a DJ taking over the music.
As you reached the base of the stairs, you felt an arm grab your wrist, turning to find Roger surrounded by his band mates.
“Hello, boys”! You smiled, pulling them in for a tight embrace. “I’m so glad you all could make it!” The other three made small talk with you, but Roger just stood there awkwardly, still holding onto your wrist as he stumbled to find words to say to you.
“Did you, um, want to say something, Rog?”
“Oh, yeah,” he stuttered, snapping back to reality and awkwardly removing his hand from your wrist, instead using it to pretend to fix his suit jacket. The your of you looked at him expectantly, Brian shoving him in his shoulder in efforts to push the words out of him. “I, uh, just wanted tell you that you look freat- uh I mean grantastic, uh,” he sighed as he shook his head in disbelief at his awkwardness around you.
Freddie looked at him in disbelief as Deaky raised his hand to his mouth to try to conceal his laughter. Brian looked between the two of you in efforts of mending his friends dignity a tad. “Y/N,”Brian chuckled, “I think he meant to say you look fantastic, right, Roger?”
Roger nodded in response as he tried to avoid your glistening eyes.
“Well thanks, Rog.” You smiled. “All of you look fantastic as well. I’ve gotta go say hi to more guests, but I’ll catch up with you guys later.” You winked as you floated off into the sea of people, the three of them glaring at Roger with wide eyes.
“I know, I know! I can’t believe how much of an idiot I just was either.” He sighed.
“Darling, you’ve gotta stop with all this insecure bullshit!” Freddie said with a drink of champagne. “Be the Roger Taylor you are in the magazines, the Roger Taylor you are with every single other girl. She’ll have no chance at resisting you then, Dear.”
“I must say though,” Deaky added, “I’m usually the awkward one with girls, so seeing you be awkward with a girl is quite rewarding, I must admit.”
“Oh shove off. Fred, that’s the thing though, I can’t be like I am with other girls with her. I try, and then I make a fool out of myself. You saw what just happened!”
“Then what is it, Rog?” Brian interjected. “Is she different because she’s the first one you actually had feelings for.”
“Somethin’ like that. Yeah.”
“She has feelings for you too, mate. You’ve got this. We’re gonna help, and you’ll have her by the end of the night.”
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After some slight planning and a couple of beers, the boys split up to unfold their plan. Roger stood at the edge of the bar, concealing a microphone in his jacket as he watched Freddie and Brian talk to you on the other side of the room. John paid the DJ to stop playing for a little bit and requested that the jazz band played a song for Roger to make his move.
Roger’s song to you.
As Roger took a deep breath, he saw John wink at him; the band starting the first chord of the introduction to the song, giving him ample time to speak.
He clicked on the microphone.
This is it.
“Y/N, Love,” he said, silencing the crowd. Everyone separated to watch the two of you, creating a clear pathway from him to you as Freddie pushed your forward. “I think I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now, and just can’t shake it, no matter how hard I try. So, I’d like to ask you to share this dance with me, Sweetheart, because ever since I met you all those years ago, this has always been the song that makes me think of you.” The crowd awed as the two of you joined in the center of the floor, the singer starring perfectly on cue.
“Unforgettable
That's what you are
Unforgettable
Tho' near or far”
“Roger,” you blushed. “This is so perfect.”
And it all was, you looked like a dream. He’d never been so awe stricken in his life.
The two of you swept across the dance floor effortlessly; a childlike smile never leaving your faces. Roger softly sang the lyrics in your ear, his strong meaning behind them prevalent.
“I didn’t know you were such a softie, Roger.” You giggled.
“Only for you, Love.”
“I think I like this side of you,” you smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
“And forever more, that's how you'll stay
That's why darling it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too”
The song slowed to an end as the two of you stopped dancing in the centre of the floor. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, foreheads touching. Roger froze, unsure of how you felt.
Unsure of what to do next.
“That song is very true, Rog.” You whispered.
“Huh?”
“I think you’re unforgettable, too.” You smiled.
“So does that mean, you know?” He blushed.
“That I’m your girlfriend?”
He nodded.
“I thought you’d never ask.” you smirked, pressing your lips to his, the kiss passionate, yet full of love. The crowd roared in cheers for the two of you as Roger dipped you, the two of you giggling.
“I love you, Rog,” you said as he lifted you back up.
“I’ve waited to hear you say that for too long.” He sighed, rubbing his nose with yours and making you giggle.
“Well, now I’m all yours.” You said as you brought your lips to his once more.
This moment was to be one of many unforgettable ones to come with Roger, and even five years later on your wedding night, you recreated this very moment, dancing to the same exact song, making that unforgettable too.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! This one makes me so soft. I love it. Keep sending in one shot requests! I’ll answer them all! As Always, Please excuse typos. Thanks for reading! -C
Hi darling! I saw you want to write some little fics about the boys, so, could you write a fic with Roger in which he finds the reader talking to other guy and gets jealous? * Jealousy plays in the background *
My Other Half (Roger Taylor X Reader One Shot)
Full Ask/Plot: Hi darling! I saw you want to write some little fics about the boys, so, could you write a fic with Roger in which he finds the reader talking to other guy and gets jealous? * Jealousy plays in the background * I was thinking about Rog and the reader being steady for a while, so he is thinking of proposing to her, but one day he sees her (at a diner or a shop, maybe?) talking to this other guy and gets more than jealous, he feels really bad about it? I guess this is going to turn out a little angsty 😅
Word Count: 7.2 K (its even lengthier than the last!)
Warnings: None really, mentions of sex. Swearing. Some angst. Thats it!
January of 1977, interview with the boys in Chicago while on tour:
“So Roger,” The interviewer asked. “We understand your girlfriend Y/N has been in the news a lot lately. What’s your life and relationship with her like?”
“Well she’s not my girlfriend,” Roger nervously laughed.
“She’s not?”
“Well if I may interject,” Freddie said. “She basically is his girlfriend, they’re just an odd bunch who says “oh we’re not dating, she’s not my girlfriend, we’re just in a relationship.”
“Fred,” Roger blushed, scratching the back of his neck.
“I must say he’s quite in love with her. They’re really the perfect couple.” John said.
“Yeah we love Y/N,” Brian started. “The two of them are pretty much inseparable. They’re a package deal, you can’t have Roger without her. I’m not quite sure why they don’t ever say they’re dating. Maybe it’s because they’ve been friends for so long? They’re great though.”
The interviewer laughed. “So, Roger. What is Y/N like?”
He smiled when he thought of you. “She’s the definition of the word rock star other than the whole being in a band thing. Plays guitar sometimes though.” It was visible to anyone watching him that his head was in the clouds. “We’ve been best friends since college, and then our relationship kind of just blossomed from there. You know; people always say opposites attract but-” Freddie cut him off.
“Oh not with them, Darling! I swear they’re the same person sometimes.”
Roger laughed at his friends comment. “Yeah, that’s what I was getting at. I mean we just always have fun together. Of course we have our quiet moments too, but we just really get each other; rarely fight. Always have a good time.”
“She’s the most wanted model in England right now, let alone the whole world. How does that make you feel?”
Roger smirked. “Well she ‘ain’t a model yet, mate.”
“Yeah, but I mean you two did that photo shoot together, and then all of a sudden everyone knew her name. Why hasn’t she taken any of those modeling deals?”
“Oh I don’t know, but she has an interview back home in a couple days. I don’t want to speak for her or anything, you know. I’ll let her say.”
“Then what made you do that photo shoot?”
Roger laughed. “Well I think any guy can understand where I’m coming from there, mate. If you’re a rock star and you’ve gotta do a solo photo shoot for your new song, (which I didn’t want to do, may I add) and you’ve got a hot significant other, you have her do the shoot with you. Plain and simple.” Everyone laughed at his blatantly honest statement, and the interviewer continued asking the rest of the band questions.
After the interview, the guys were in their shared dressing room, Roger fixing his hair at the mirror and Freddie and Brian gushing over pictures of John’s baby who just learned to walk.
“Guys,” Roger started with a clear of his throat.
They all turned up to look at him; it was obvious he was stressed about something. “Well you all know, uh. Y/N left to go back home the other day, and tonight is our second to last show in the states, and in like five days we go home, and do one more show in London to end our this tour, you know?” He was clearly sweating, scratching the back of his neck as he talked around what he was trying to get at.
Deaky nodded confused, Freddie said “Yup?”
“We know our schedule, Rog. What’re you trying to say?” Brian encouraged.
“If it makes you feel any better, I miss Veronica too, even though you saw Y/N two days ago and I haven’t seen my wife or children for four months, but yeah, I get it.” Deaky added.
“No, no. I um, uh-” Roger could barely form words. He covered his smile with his mouth as he looked down blushing. Unable to get out what he was trying to say, he unzipped the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a small black box. “I’m gonna do it.” He laughed, opening it to reveal a huge pear shaped engagement ring. “I’m gonna ask her to marry me!” He smiled, his friends congratulating him with a huge hug.
“Wow, you really went all in for that ring, didn’t you, Rog?” Brian asked.
“Yeah, bought it on Rodeo Drive when we were in California at Cartier. You know how she is, the bigger the better. Had to impress my girl.” he gushed.
“Well I’m so happy for you, Rog. She’ll definitely say yes. I see the way she looks at you.” John added.
“Of course she will!” Freddie exclaimed. “Though I must say; I expected Brian to be the next to get married. Honestly thought you’d be the last. You just have that free attitude. I mean, you’re only 27, Darling.”
“I know, I know. I thought the same thing. But I’m just so happy. I never want to lose her. I know we’re young. We’re both free spirits, but together we ground each other. It’s just one of those things that works, you know?”
“When you know you know.”
On the way back to the hotel room Roger couldn’t stop smiling, his years with you replaying in his head, going all the way back to the day you two met.
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It was an intro to dentistry class, only the second day of freshman year, and all the seats were filled in the lecture hall except for the one next to Roger. He knew everyone had been there the day before, so tried to figure out who was missing. Suddenly, you burst into class clad in your rock star aesthetic, popping your bubblegum ever so confidently, as you said, “Sorry I’m late,” to the professor.
“You know, Miss...” He started.
“Y/L/N”
“Miss Y/L/N, if you were here maybe you’d know that chewing gum isn’t good for your teeth.”
“Well Professor,” you started, noticing the teacup on his desk as you walked to the only open seat near the back. “Neither is tea; it stains them. Yet we all drink it anyways.” You smirked, plopping in the only free seat next to the wide eyed blonde boy. You relaxed back in your chair and put your feet up on the chair in front of you, red heels popping out of your black leather pants which you paired with a black leather jacket, some layered necklaces and a Led Zeppelin shirt.
Roger was absolutely smitten. He loved your attitude. Finally, he thought, someone to rival him. Someone equal to his level of strong headed-ness. Then he noticed what you were wearing. He almost wore the same bloody thing. He had on his black leather trousers, red converse, a Led Zeppelin shirt (thank god it wasn’t the same one you had on), his gold layered necklaces and black leather jacket. You were missing the sunglasses though. Was he looking at an alternate version of himself?
“Hello, Love. I’m Roger.” He smirked.
“Hi,” you smirked back, noticing how attractive he was. “I’m Y/N”
“Not gonna compliment my outfit?”
“Huh?” You asked, confused.
“Look at your outfit, Love. Now look at mine. See any coincidence?”
“Oh!” You laughed. “God, what’re the odds.”
It was silent for a couple minutes until you let out a groan of exhaustion. “I don’t want to be here, my parents are making me go to school to be a bloody dentist. I just want to go home and get ready for tonight.”
“Same thing is going through my mind, Love. I’ve got a gig tonight.”
“Oh really? I love music. What do you play?”
“Drums and sing a bit too.” He proudly smiled.
“That’s great. Wish I played something.”
“I can teach you,” he encouraged.
“I think I’d like that very much.” You smiled. “Where are playing later?”
“Imperial hall. You-“
You cut him off. “Really? You must be joking. You’re in Smile?”
“Yeah?”
“That’s why I was saying I wanted to go get ready for tonight! I’m going to your gig!”
“What are the odds?” He mimicked, making you giggle. “Hey, I’ll make sure you get a front row seat. Really, I mean it. I know how crazy those can get.”
“Thanks.” You smiled as he put a strand of hair behind your ear.
After class he called, “Hey, Y/N! I can't help but want to get to know you better. Do you want to go grab a coffee or something?”
“I’d love to, but I’ve gotta say I’m more of a whiskey girl than I am coffee.”
God, she’s perfect. He thought.
“Then the bar down the street it is.” Roger smiled.
Your relationship didn’t turn romantic after that for a couple years, you and Roger were just the inseparable friends who spent at least two hours together every day, and everyone thought were twins because of how similar you were. You always flirted and held hands, but kept it platonic until about a year after Queen had formed.
You and Roger were living together as friends, and one night after a Queen gig got wasted playing truth or dare with Freddie and the rest of the band. You had on a tight, revealing red dress. Knowing you could never pass up the riskiest of questions, Freddie said,
“Alright. We’ve been playing classic truth or dare for a while now. It’s time to spice it up. Who here is brave enough to do a truth and a dare that are connected at the same time?”
“Me! I’ll do it!” You burst up, making the four of them laugh.
“Alright, Darling. I was hoping you’d chose to participate.” Freddie was trying to get you and Roger together. “Of the four of us, choose who you like the most and want to be in a relationship with the most, straddle them and make out with them for a full minute, and then tell us the truth of why you chose them.”
“Deal.” You rose from your chair, gaze shifting between the four of them. You knew you’d choose Roger; had been in love with him for a while, but things had been going so well between the two of you for so long as friends you considered choosing Freddie just to make everyone laugh and not mess up anything between you and Roger.
But you couldn’t do it.
You turned to your left, locking eyes with your roommate as you straddled him, smirk on his face as your arms went around his neck, his hands reaching to your hair as your lips connected. The kiss was drunkenly passionate, the other three cheering the two of you on and counting to sixty as Roger’s hands roamed your back, your hands now tangled in his hair. You opened your mouth, his tongue immediately slipping in.
“58!”
“59!”
“60!” They cheered as the two of you breathlessly broke away.
“You chose me?” Roger questioned, astonished.
“ ‘Course I chose you.” You smiled, turning around on his lap to face the other three, his arms still tightly wrapped around your stomach.
“So,” Freddie smiled. “Why our Roggie boy?”
“God this is so embarrassing.” You blushed.
“Get on with it!” Deaky slurred.
“Firstly, you’re just as good if not a better kisser than I imagined,” you confessed, everyone laughing. “But I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you, Rog. I’ve just never been able to tell you. So scared I’ll mess everything up. I mean, you’re my best friend, and my roommate. I could really screw up my whole life if you didn’t feel the same way. Do you know how hard it is to confess you’re in love with your best friend and have been for the last four years?”
“Yeah, I actually do.” Roger laughed, making you flick your head at him in shock. “Wait,” he said in realization, the alcohol impairing his thinking. “You’re in love with me too?”
You nodded, smiling.
“So we could’ve been together all this time, but we were too scared to mess anything up?” He said in disbelief. “God I’m such an idiot!”
“But you know now,” you teased. “And besides, relationships are better with an established friendship.”
He sat there silenced for a couple moments, trying to process what had just happened. You and the other three couldn’t stop laughing at his thought process that was visually represented on his face.
First he was shocked, then happy, excited, confused, angry, annoyed, shocked again, and then it just kept going in that order until he had a look of realization, standing up as he grabbed your hand. “We, um, we gotta go home. Kay bye!” He said, rushing out with you in tow, leaving you and the boys laughing like crazy.
That night was a passionate night as soon as you had stepped through the door. The two of you had sex at least three times, maybe even more. After that day, you never really slept in your bedroom anymore. You gradually moved your things in with Roger, turning it into a spare room as your relationship blossomed. You never really had publicly described your relationship status, which was fine. To any outsider you were dating, and that’s fine because you essentially were, but really, the two of you were madly in love, and really that’s all that mattered.
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Back in England, you just finished getting dressed, ready to walk onto the set of Good Morning Britain in a half hour. You were nervous; knew criticism was bound to come from your outfit, but it also gave you an adrenaline rush. You always liked some excitement. Your hair and makeup were styled impeccably, and you wore a pair of tightly fitted black jeans which were slightly frayed at the bottom and stopped at your ankles to show off your new sparkly heels. You paired the whole ensemble with a leather jacket; one that you found in Roger’s closet back at home, and that was it. No shirt, no necklace. Nothing. Just an open leather jacket to drive the modeling agencies crazy with your cleavage - but tastefully. Of course it was taped down with double sided tape, but one wrong move and you’d flash everyone.
To calm your nerves, you decided to call Roger’s hotel room even though it was two in the morning back in the states.
“Hello?” He tiredly said, half awake. His groggy voice put an immediate smile to your face. Roger was always so adorable when he had just woken up. Took him a bit to come to his senses sometimes. He always said the funniest things.
“Hi, Baby.” You cooed.
“Y/N?” He asked, clearly still kind of confused.
“Yeah it’s me, Rog.” You giggled.
“Do I need to come pick you up now?” He slurred.
“What?”
“What?” He tiredly echoed, making you laugh.
“Roger wake up, it's me, Y/N.”
“Oh, oh. Sorry, sorry. I’m here now.”
You laughed. “What was that all about?”
“What was what about?” He said completely awake now.
“You saying you had to come pick me up?”
“Oh, yeah. Think I had a dream where you were at a bar or something and didn’t want to leave and I had to go back and get you. Gimme a break, Love. It’s two in the morning here, you know.” He teased.
“I know,” you smiled. “I just wanted to hear your voice. Miss you.”
“Well I miss you too, my Love. It isn’t just a saying. The bed really is much colder without you.”
His comment made you laugh. “You think that’s bad, try our bed back at home. It’s bloody awful.”
“You know,” he yawned, “you’re usually pretty good about calling at a decent time for us both. Why are you calling so early?”
“Nerves. I’ve got my interview in a half hour.”
“You’re the most headstrong person I know beside myself. You’ll be fine.”
“I know, but I never really do interviews. Just say a word or two when someone shoves a camera in your face. Never had one where I’m the Roger.”
“The Roger?” He laughed.
“You know, the famous person.”
“Ohh, righttt.” He smiled at your adorable comment. “Just keep your head together, be the personable girl you always are. Be the Y/N I know and you’ll be fine.”
“What about the questions?”
“Just answer the ones you want to, but answer them truthfully. You’re usually blatantly honest, so if you don’t like a question just tell ‘em. Or you can just dodge it. Both work equally as well. Being honest will show people your personality the best.”
You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “And what if they ask about my modeling career?”
“Like I said, be honest. Tell ‘em you’re not a model. Tell ‘em about us, how the photo shoot came about. All that.”
“And if they ask if I have a manager?”
“You don’t.”
“But-”
“Y/N,” he cut you off, “you don’t even work or have a job. I pay all the bills, which I’m completely fine with and don’t want to stop doing. I love providing for you. But like I said, don’t lie to say what they want to hear or they’ll just prove you wrong.”
“Can I say you’re my manager?”
“Sure,” he chuckled, “Roger Taylor the best friend, manager, and uh,” he was unsure what you considered him in your eyes.
“Boyfriend?”
“You consider me your boyfriend?” He asked, shocked.
“Yeah,” You laughed, “you basically are anyways.”
“Alright, I like the sound of that. Roger Taylor the boyfriend. So what’s your outfit look like? Sure you’re all dolled up per usual.”
“Oh, um,” for some reason you were nervous to tell him. Your outfit was something that's usually a bedroom thing between the two of you. You didn’t need his added comments to your nervousness right now. “Black. All black.”
“Ooh,” he cooed. “You know how much I love you in black. Take a picture for me.” He imagined your in a tight, straight fitting, lace, black dress.
“Of course.” Although it’ll probably end up on the news in America later if I get the shock factor I’m looking for, you thought. “I’ve got those new sparkly heels on you got for me too.”
“I’m sure you look gorgeous.” He yawned. “Alright, Love, I had a show tonight and I have another and some traveling tomorrow. I’m exhausted and really need some rest. You’re gonna do great.” He smiled.
“Thanks.” You smiled back. Though neither of you could see, you could hear the smile in each other’s voices.
“Goodnight, Baby.”
“Goodnight Rog, sweet dreams, Love.”
Just as you hung up you heard, “Miss Y/L/N! Five minutes!”
~~~~~~
The woman sitting across from you shook your hand as you sat down, eyes slightly widening from the shock factor of your outfit.
“So good to have you here with us this morning, Y/N.” She smiled.
“So good to be here,” you smiled. “I’ve always wanted to be on the morning show ever since I was a little girl.”
“So the last couple weeks have been crazy for you, haven’t they?”
“Oh yeah, total change in my life.” You laughed. “I mean, I was kind of used to the cameras from Roger, but it was never like it is now. I mean they’re everywhere. Everyone has a question, I’m on covers of magazines. It really makes you want to look your best all the time when people are constantly taking photos of you and publishing them.”
“And the calls?”
“Oh yeah, that too,” you continued, kicking yourself in the head for not adding that in. “Course that has been crazy too. The phone’s literally off the hook. I just got back from tour with Queen in America a couple days ago to come here today, so I mean of course I was getting some while I was there, but I assume it was harder for the agencies to locate me then. Now that I’m back home it’s just non stop modeling agency after modeling agency ringing me up, one offering me more money than the last, all trying to get me to sign a deal.”
“And you haven’t accepted one yet,” the interviewer, said perplexed. “Do you realize you’re being called the most beautiful girl in England? Some sources even say most beautiful girl in the world. Why haven’t you taken this opportunity?”
“Oh I don’t really know,” you laughed. “The game of continuously turning them down is kind of fun to me, I must admit. But really, I’m happy with the way everything is. I mean being a model is every little girl's dream, but I’ve never been looking to make a career out of it. I don’t need it. Roger and I are happy just the way everything is. We don’t need anymore money. If the right one comes along, then sure, maybe I’m interested. But really it just was never part of my plan.”
“Can you explain how this craze to get you to sign a modeling contract came about?”
“Sure,” you laughed. “Sorry, it still sounds so funny to me. Well, Roger has a solo album coming out soon, and he had to do some promotional pictures.”
“For those who don’t know, could you say who Roger is to you?”
“Of course,” you smiled. “well I’m in a relationship with Roger Taylor, the drummer of Queen. We’ve been together for a while now, and have been best friends even longer. Can’t imagine my life without him.” You gushed, earning an “awe” from the studio audience. “Anyways, he’s coming out with his first solo album soon and had to do some promotional photos, which he hates doing, so he asked if I’d go along with it, so I did, and then it just kind of expanded from there. We went all out.”
“I’d say you did,” the interviewer smiled, holding up some photos of you and Roger in the photo shoot, (I imagine Kylie Jenner and Travis Scott’s GQ photoshoot) earning hoots and hollers from the audience. “What made you choose the outfit you’re wearing today?”
“Well that’s a rude question.” You retorted.
“I-I’m sorry.” The interviewer stumbled. “I like your outfit, I was just wondering how you chose it.”
“Oh, well, wanted to show a little more. I mean you are all referring to me as a model after all; might as well dress like it. And besides this is Roger’s jacket.” You said, tugging lightly on the collar.
And then you felt it. The release of the tightness on the skin of your breasts, the double sided tape breaking loose from your breasts from the change in pressure from your slight pulls.
And then it happened. The right side of the jacked flew open a little bit.
And you noticed.
The interviewer noticed; you saw it on her face.
The crowd noticed; you heard it from the gasp.
And the camera caught it.
The camera caught you flashing all of Britain on live television.
Hey, you thought in a state of panic, at least it was the good side.
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Knock, knock, knock.
Roger groggily awoke from his sleep checking the clock.
3:30 AM.
Only an hour and a half after you had called him.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Roger, darling. You’ve got to turn on the news. It’s Freddie, Brian, and John.” He said giddily. He was excited about something.
Roger stumbled out of bed, unlocking the door and flopping back onto his pillow as Freddie grabbed the remote, hurriedly putting on the news.
“Look, Rog!” Freddie encouraged.
And then he heard it.
“Roger Taylor’s girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N flashes all of Britain, and now the world on her interview with Good Morning Britain.”
Roger shot straight up, watching it again and again. It was being blown out of proportion, yet at the same time was extremely noticeable. It made him turned on while also making him extremely jealous.
The whole world just got to see something that was only supposed to be his.
~~~~
You cried to Roger on the phone after his concert that night. How embarrassed you felt. How sorry you were.
He did his best to calm you down, almost blowing up at one point, but he kept his emotions in control. Decided he couldn’t start a fight with you if he was going to propose soon.
It was just the idea that the whole world saw something that he considered his, saw a part of you nude made him upset.
It made him jealous.
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Two Weeks Later:
Roger had been home for a week, and you were feeling on top of the world. It was nice to not have to worry about traveling for a little bit, about where he was and if he made it there safely. It was nice to feel like a normal couple that lived together for a little bit.
The media had been ruthless. You took it hard at first, all the media calling you a slut, a whore. Saying Roger had been dating a prostitute and that the two of you tried to cover it up. You stayed in bed for a couple of days. Didn’t want to leave the house, turn on the TV, or look at the newspaper without Roger. You didn’t answer the phone to anyone. Only called Roger once a day. When he came home he found you in bed looking like a complete mess. Dark eyes, only wearing one of his sweatshirts. Glasses of water around the room, an empty bag of chips on the end table. The lights were dimmed and there was a box of tissues on your chest. He didn’t say anything when he saw you, and he didn't have to. He just held you in his arms as you cried.
It was all over soon enough though. As Freddie assured you, any media is good media. It brought attention to your name. Soon enough, your were out of your funk and getting free things from big designers in the mail. It all ended up alright.
Roger told you he had to run out and do a couple errands, and to be ready for dinner at six. He said he had some surprises coming throughout the day, so to be prepared. Little did you know he was planning on proposing that night. You awoke to his absence, still in your lingerie from the night before to a new, versace, fluffy bathrobe with a note on the hanger hanging from the bedpost across from you. It read:
“Love you more, xoxo, Roger.”
You smiled as you put it on, hearing the doorbell ring and starting the trek through your mansion to the front door.
“Oh my god, he didn’t.” You said to yourself as you stepped out of the master bedroom. There were photos covering the floor everywhere. Photos of the two of you. You picked one up. It was of a day you and Roger went on a hike back in college. It brought a smile to your face as you stuffed it in the pocket of your robe. You walked a little further, looking over the banister into the living room and foyer and down the stairs. At your feet was a photo you took of him when you went skiing last winter. Everywhere was covered with photos of the two of you. There were repeats, but it didn’t matter. Of course there’d be some repeats, he had a lot of floor space to cover. The pictures on the stairs made you smile the most, or instead just picture, singular. The stairs were covered in Roger’s favorite picture of you, a photo of you upside down, playing Tenement Funster on the guitar, which he had taught you because he thought it was the easiest to play. He took copies of that picture everywhere. Kept one in his pocket, one in his wallet, one taped on the side of his drum. One stuck in the mirror in your bedroom, one framed in the living room downstairs, one framed in his music room. It was everywhere. He said he never wanted to forget it. There was a poster board taped to the wall to the side of the stairs with “The love of my life, Y/N” and an arrow down written on it in sharpie, which made you giggle. Little by little, you picked up your favorite pictures, some of which you didn’t know existed, and put them in the pocket of your robe.
You made your way to the front door, unlocking it to find a huge bouquet of roses. There were easily six dozen roses, maybe even more. God, he was extravagant. But it made you smile. The card on top read, “Love you most, xoxo, Roger”.
Man, he really knew how to make a girl swoon. Around one, someone came with a dress bag. “Miss Y/L/N?” They asked as you opened the door.
“Yes?”
“I’m with Versace. Mr. Taylor designed this dress for you.”
“Oh!” You said, clearly shocked. “Thank you,” You smiled, taking the bag and tipping the man. You hurried upstairs, careful to not trip on all the photos, and hung the dress in your walk in closet, eagerly unzipping the bag.
It took your breath away.
There was a strapless, scoop necked satin, floor length, white dress. It had a high slit on the left side with a black stripe. It was gorgeous. It came with a matching black handbag and strappy black heels. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
“Wear this to dinner tonight, there will be people coming to do your hair, makeup and nails at four, I’m coming home around 5:30. Love you to the moon and back, xoxo, Roger.” Read a note that fell out of the shoe box. You went downstairs to eat lunch, gathering some more photos of you and Roger as you walked past them.
By four you were in your dress, literally feeling dressed to the nines, the stylists setting up camp in a spare room upstairs so Roger wouldn’t see you until you got ready. You heard him come home at 5:30, just like he said. He sounded so excited as he talked to you through the door, telling him you were almost done as he retired to the master bedroom to get on his tux, praying that everything went well tonight.
The stylists left around 5:50 leaving you with long, wavy curls, a beautiful, glammed up makeup look, and a white and black French manicure. Roger was waiting for you downstairs, pacing back and forth from his nerves.
“You ready down there?” You called.
“ ‘Course! Been dying to see you all day.” He smiled.”
“Okay then,” you said, opening the door to walk down to him, his head flicking up as you appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Wow.” He said, breath taken away from him.
You lowly made your way down, careful not to slip on any photos as he picked you up off the last step, spinning you around as he kissed your cheek.
“You look gorgeous. Just like I imagined this dress would look.” He gushed.
“So you really did design it?”
“Yup.”
“Wow.” You didn’t know what to say. “Not that I want you to stop, but why all the gifts today?” You smiled, caressing his cheek.
“You’ll find out later.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple as he grabbed your hand, leading you out the front door to his car. “Hey, has anyone ever told you that you should be a model?” He joked.
“Oh shut up.”
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He brought you to the Cordón Bleu, the most expensive restaurant in London. As he pulled up, he said, “You go inside, Love. I’m going to park the car. I’ll be in in a minute.” The two of your separated with a quick kiss as you strutted inside, cameras flashing in your face.
When you walked in, the receptionist at the front desk called your name, shocking you. “Y/N?”
“Oh my god, Mark?!” You ran over to him, embracing him in a hug. You and Mark hooked up a couple times in college when you and Roger were still just friends.
“Hi! You look amazing!”
“Oh, thank you! So do you! How’s life?”
“It’s alright,” he laughed. “You seem to have made out much better than I did.”
“Well, Roger made out well. I just happened to be his girlfriend.” You laughed.
“Yeah. Believe me, I know about that.” He laughed. Just then Roger walked in. “But everything they’ve been saying is true. You’re really the most beautiful girl in England.”
Roger heard what he said. Saw who it was. Mark. His blood boiled in his veins, fist wrapping tightly around the ring box.
“Thank you,” you blushed, as Roger’s arm snaked its way around your waist.
“Oh, Darling look! It’s Mark!” You smiled.
“Hey.” Roger stated, monotone, as he stuck out his hand to shake Mark’s.
“Hey, mate! Great to see you again. You music with Queen is some of my favorites. Always gush about how I went to college with you two! Anyways, Y/N. I saw your interview the other day, for your first interview you did great. I was very interested.” He smiled. He didn’t mean it maliciously at all, however Roger took it the wrong way.
“Thank yo-” You started, but Roger cut you off.
“Hey, Mark, was it? I’d really prefer it if you didn’t talk about my girlfriend’s tits in front of me. Or actually, how about you just don't talk about them at all?” He snapped, catching you and Mark off guard.
“I-I wasn’t.” Mark stuttered.
“What has gotten into you?!” You whispered in Roger’s ear as he grabbed your hand protectively as he approached the host table which Mark stood behind.
“If you don’t mind, mate, I’d like to be seated now.” Roger coldly insisted.
“Of course, you had the private room upstairs rented out, right?”
Roger nodded.
“Alright then, this way.” Mark said, clearly uncomfortable.
“Actually,” Roger interjected, “would you mind if she brought us to our seats? I don’t need someone from my past ruining this day for me.” He said, coldly snapping at Mark.
Mark looked at him, confused to say the least. Your expression matched his, astonished that Roger could be so rude.
“Excuse me, Ann. Mr. Taylor would like you to bring him and Ms. Y/L/N to their room.” he said.
“Sure, right this way.” She smiled, leading the two of you to the stairs.
Roger’s grip on your hand was tight. You followed the hostess first as he trailed behind you, leaving one last dig as he said, “Oh, and Mark. Make sure you’re not our waiter.”
You gasped back at him in disbelief.
The room was gorgeous, there were roses everywhere, a table lit by candlelight waiting for the two of you in the center. Roger pulled out your seat for you, sitting across from you as he looked down in concentration.
Avoiding looking at you.
He tapped his fingers on the menu to keep himself occupied, his nostrils flaring in anger. The silence in the room was deafening; you could literally cut the tension with a knife.
“Roger,” you tentatively started, “Darling, I think you might be confused. That was Mark, remember? Remember how we used to all hang out in college?”
“I remember hearing you scream his name on the other side of the wall as he fucked you to sleep each night for a couple months.” He snapped back, eyes locking with yours.
“Okay, what is your problem? We never fight like this, we tell each other everything!” You exclaimed.
“You want to know my problem, Y/N? Tonight was supposed to be perfect, but that asshole just went and ruined it. Showed me we’re not actually exclusive.”
“What’re you talking about? Roger we’ve been exclusive for the last three years!”
“I knew I should have properly asked you out so you knew we were in a relationship. Then other guys wouldn’t think you’d just fuck them behind my back.”
“Roger! How dare you? I’d never cheat on you! We’ve lived together for eight years. I thought you knew me better than that.”
“Obviously not; I saw the way he was flirting with you.” He whined.
“So what if he was flirting with me? I wasn’t flirting with him! That’s what’s important! And I wouldn’t flirt with him, or anyone else for that matter, Roger, because I’m in love with you. Besides, if I’m going to be a model, you’ve got to get used to people hitting on me, and be confident that I love you and only you. What more do I need to say?” You said, throwing your hands up in exasperation.
“Really?”
“Yes!” You sighed. It was silent for a moment as the waitress came in to pour your champagne and take your orders, then silent for a little while longer. He broke the silence.”
“I’m sorry, Love.” He finally muttered.
You looked up at him, awaiting more of an apology as two salads were placed in front of the two of you.
“I don’t know what came over me,” he continued, “I had such a perfect idea of today in my mind with the photos, and the flowers, and the dress, and dinner, and then, well you know, but then I saw him. Saw the way he looked at you, remembered how he made you feel all those years ago, and I just couldn’t handle it. I’d never been more jealous in my life. I don’t ever want to live without you.”
“Rog,” you smiled, reaching across to grab his hand. “I don’t ever want to live without you either. You don’t have to worry, Baby. I’m not going anywhere.” You finally had brought a smile to his face. “So what if there was a little hiccup in your perfect day? There’s been so much good, it doesn’t even matter.” You smiled.
“Yeah,” he agreed, leaning across to peck your lips, deciding to wait until the end of the meal to pop the question.
“And besides, the sex with you has always been much better.” You winked.
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Your meal was great, honestly the best food you’d ever had. Roger’s mood improved drastically as the night went on, the two of you joking and laughing per usual. At the end of your romantic dinner you were sharing a huge piece of six layer chocolate cake, Roger putting Fred Astaire’s version of The Way You Look Tonight on the record player in the corner of the room. Roger kept taking photos of you with his Polaroid camera, made you laugh by saying you could add them to the floor when you got home. You could tell he was nervous about something, kept stuttering on about every word he said, sweat dripping from his forehead.
“Okay,” he whispered, blowing out a huff of air and catching your attention. “So I’m sure you’ve realized this isn’t your normal date, right? I mean I think I’ve managed to go a little more “all out” than I usually do, right?”
“Yes, Roger.” You laughed. “Look around us. Look at my dress, my makeup, my nails. You’ve certainly set the standard for the best date ever.”
“Good, good.” He looked down, nodding to arrange his thoughts. “Okay,” he said, getting up and grabbing your hands as he pulled you up, walking to the window to overlook the city skyline. “Y/N. I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you, that first day back at uni. You’re the only girl I’ve ever been nervous to ask out and, hey, I guess I never did.” He said, making the two of you laugh.
“What’re you doing?” You said, choked up as you knew what was coming next.
“But I never had to ask you out, Love. That’s what makes things so great between us. We just work. But I don’t want it to be like that for the next big milestone in our relationship, that’s why I’m doing what I am now, because I want everything to be perfect. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on inside and out, and I can’t imagine spending any day not waking up next to you and I don’t want to. You’re my other half, Love, you complete me better than anyone else ever has and I’m never going to let anything change that. I’m so happy at where we are now and I’m ready to start a life with you start a family with you, Y/N. I know we’re young but that doesn’t change the way I feel for you. So, Darling,” he started, getting down on one knee as you gasped. “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, please baby, please do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the world, by being my wife. Y/N,” he said, taking a box out of his pocket and opening it in front of you. “Will you marry me?”
“Oh my god.” You gasped, tears openly flowing down both of your faces. He looked nervous, unsure of what your face meant. “Yes, yes, a million times yes!” You screamed, as he scooped you up in his arms, spinning you around as your lips connected passionately.
“Oh my god,” you continued, smile never leaving your face. You were shaking from shock and excitement. “It all makes sense now,” you laughed. “Why you got so jealous. It doesn’t matter. I love you so much.” You smiled, connecting your lips to his.
“You gonna put it on? Spent a lot of money on it, it’s the least you could do.” He joked.
“Of course.” You smiled. “Wait, my hands are too shaky I don’t wanna drop it, can you?” You asked, making him laugh as he took the ring out of the box.
“Sure, Love. You’re too cute.” He chuckled. “And look, there’s our initials on the inside of the ring.”
That just made you cry of joy even more as he slipped the ring on your finger, the two of you a crying, smiling, laughing, kissing mess.
Roger paid the bill and the two of you walked out laughing together, hand in hand. He scooped you in his arms bridal style as you stepped out of the building, cameras immediately in your face, photographers screaming,
“Y/N!”
“Roger!”
“Mr. Taylor, what’s the occasion!”
He set you down as you walked to Vogue, the biggest editorial that was there.
“You wanna know what’s going on?” You asked, silencing the crowd and chorus of questions along with it.
“We’re getting married!” You said, shooting your hand out as countless cameras were snapped, the photographers taking your “engagement photos” all of which actually came out well. You were mailed the prints a week or so later.
“Thank you!” They shouted after the two of you.
“Thank you, Miss. Y/L/N!”
“Hey!” You turned around, looking at Roger as he read your mind, knowing what you were about to say so he just said it for you.
“You can start calling her Mrs. Taylor.” The two of you smiled, Roger scooping you up to bring home his fiancée.
For the one shots- super fluffy wedding and honeymoon with bri? Xx
‘Till Death Do Us Part, My Love (Brian May X Reader)
Here it is!!! So proud of this. Excuse typos plzzzz~~~
Word Count: 4.7K (IKR IM SO LENGTHY)
June 21, 1980
It was a beautiful, hot summer day as you stepped into your cupcake of a wedding dress, laughing as you remembered Brian trying to guess what your dress looked like a couple weeks ago.
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**3 Weeks Beforehand**
You and Brian were sitting on the couch together fantasizing of your upcoming wedding on a rainy London day. You’d just brought clarification to all the decorations and the timing of when food would be brought out at the reception. Brian never really cared to have an ornate wedding, he was fine with whatever you wanted; fine with paying for whatever you’d thought up. He just wanted to marry you. Though you felt the same way, you’d always dreamed of a fairytale wedding since you were young, so he made certain that was what you’d get. Suddenly he blurted out,
“Y/N, did you get a dress yet?”
He made you laugh hysterically.
“What? What did I say that was so funny?”
“Brian, darling. It’s three weeks before the wedding. Do you know how long it takes to get a wedding dress, and then get it altered? And that’s just for a normal dress! Freddie and I designed mine and had it specially made!”
His face went from confusion to shock. “Then where is it? Did you lose it? I can’t find it!” He blurted out.
“Brian?!” You said, standing up and looking down at him on the couch with your hands on your hips. “You’ve been looking for my dress?!?”
“I didn’t say that-” he said, nervously scratching the back of his neck.
“You just did! I can’t believe you! You can’t go looking for my wedding dress! You can’t see the bride’s dress before the wedding day! It’s bad luck! It’s immoral!”
Trying to recover his dignity, he said “I believe it’s actually that I just can’t see you in it, I just wanted to see the dress. Know what to expect, you know?”
“Oh, fuck off.” You laughed, still kind of mad at him as he pulled you into his arms.
“So, did you lose it?”
“No, Brian. I did not lose my wedding dress.” You said rolling your eyes.
“Then why can’t I find it? Why isn’t it in any of our closets?”
“To keep it away from prying eyes like yours!” You laughed, tapping his nose.
“Then where is it?”
“I’m not telling you!”
“C’mon Love, if I paid for it I at least deserve to know where it is!”
“Well… that’s the thing.”
“What’s the thing?”
“Remember how I said that Freddie helped me design my dress?”
He nodded his head.
“You, um. Well, Love. You didn’t pay for my dress.”
“Y/N, I told you you didn’t have to pay for any part of the wedding!”
“I didn’t, I swear! Freddie did!”
“Freddie bought your wedding dress?”
You nodded. “Please don’t be mad.”
“Y/N,” he laughed. “I’m not mad at all! As long as you didn’t pay for it; that’s what matters. And besides, Freddie will look out for me. He knows what I think you look good in. But God, this dress is probably the most extravagant dress the world has ever seen if Freddie helped design it and bought it.”
“Well something like that, yeah.” You said, blushing as you buried your face in his neck. You knew the dress was exactly the opposite of what he’d expect.
“Then if I had to guess, Fred probably has it somewhere in his house in some ornate closet of some sort. Am I right?”
You knew he was, so you buried your face in his neck a little more, hiding behind his hair.
“Perhaps.” You hummed in his ear.
“Can I keep guessing things about it?”
“Sure, if you really want to. I’m never going to give you any hints, though.”
“But Love, you just did. Said possibly to the dress being at Freddie’s. If it wasn’t at his place, you've said no. I know you can’t lie to me.” He smiled.
You sighed in annoyance. “Alright then, get on with your questions.”
“Okay. So, what’s the shape of it?”
“Not telling you.”
“It’s gotta be tight, right? Form fitting? If I had to guess it’s a form fitting mermaid dress with a huge train. Strapless. Loads of lace. Beading at the top.”
He was so wrong. “Now what makes you say that?”
“Sweetheart, I’ve written countless songs about you. One of them just happening to be called “Fat Bottomed Girls”. You always wear form fitting dresses to events just for that reason, since they’re my favourite. Don’t think I don’t notice those things.” He smirked.
You laughed. “Well then I guess you’ll just have to see.”
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Back to the wedding day
You’d just finished getting your enormous dress on; Freddie lacing up the back as everyone took pictures of you with your hair and makeup looking perfect. In efforts to make sure your legs weren’t killing you by the end of the day, you hadn’t put on your heels yet, so your dress was about 7 inches too long for you. You always opted to wear tall heels at fancy events to compensate for how tall Brian was. Everyone in your party had left the bridal suite for a couple minutes to give you some time to yourself as you stood on the small podium in front of three mirrors to see yourself from all angles.
In solidarity, your wedding day jitters began to set in, however imagining Brian’s face when he saw you start to walk down the aisle made you smile.
You knew he’d be shocked to say the least. He expected you in a tight, form fitting dress, yet in typical you fashion you always liked to surprise him, so you chose the exact opposite. He also didn’t know that you had two dresses; one to change into for the reception. That one was extremely risqué. Freddie designed that one completely on his own; said that it’d be the best gift he could give Brian on his wedding night.
Suddenly you heard a knock at the door. Thankfully, the door was locked so no one (aka Brian) could peek in.
“Yes?”
“Is my beautiful bride to be in there?” Brian smiled with a jiggle of the door knob.
“Yeah. Hi Bri.” You giggled.
“Come let me in, Darling.” He whined.
“Not a chance.” You laughed.
“Could you at least open the door and just stick your hand through it so I can hold your hand? I haven’t seen you all night. Missing you terribly, My Love.”
You paused. “Fine. But no peeking.”
“I promise, I promise. My eyes are closed.” He pleaded.
“Alright,” You warned, going to step off the podium. The added weight of your lengthy train weighed you down, making it difficult to move because the dress was seven inches too long without your heels on. Then, the first step you tried to take sent you falling forward, tripping on your dress and hitting the ground with a loud thud. You were immediately laughing hysterically.
“Y/N? What was that thud? Are you alright?” Brian said; worried.
You couldn’t stop laughing.
“I’m fine! I just can’t get up! There’s so much fabric!”
“Can I help you?”
“No! Get Freddie!”
“Darling, how is he going to get in if the door is locked and you can’t get up?”
“He has the key, now just go away!” You laughed, your hoop skirt flinging over your head.
“Alright. Love you too!” Brian teased as he walked away.
A minute or so later Freddie walked in with a gasp, shaking his head. “My God, Darling.” He said. “What did you do?”
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It was that time. You’d just arrived at the outside garden and were walking up the stairs to the opening where your fairytale wedding was to take place. You held an enormous bouquet of flowers in your head, grabbing Freddie’s arm quickly before he went to walk with your bridal party to have him make sure your tiara was in place.
It was perfect.
It was all perfect.
You heard the chamber group start your cue music; Pachelbel’s Cannon. You heard everyone stand from their chairs. You climbed the last couple steps, two of your bridesmaids carrying your train behind you, helping to take the weight.
Step. One tap of your heel on the concrete slab of the walkway to the end of the isle.
Everyone’s head turned to see a heel peeking out of a plethora of fabric.
Tap.
The last step up revealed your full form, everyone in the audience let out an audible gasp, but Brian’s reaction was the best by far. Though he went through all these emotions in a matter of seconds, you noticed every single one.
At first it was shock. Then he smiled, then shocked again as the train of your dress just kept coming. And then, when the fairy lights from the trees hit your tiara, makeup, and dress just the right way, his eyes welled up with tears, wiping one away with his left eye at the vision of beauty in front of him. He was so proud he’d soon be able to call you his wife. You handed your enormous bouquet to Freddie as joined hands with Brian, your train being fanned out behind you.
“I want to kiss you right now.” He said, still choked up.
“Why?”
“You’re so beautiful. Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Definitely surprised me with this dress, but God, I wouldn’t do anything to change it. I’ve been sent an angel from Heaven.” He smiled.
When it came time for your vows, Brian started first. “I never thought I’d love someone as much as you. I’ll be completely candid, there were points I didn’t even know if I’d find someone I wanted to marry, but as soon as I met you all those years ago, I didn’t even know your name yet and I knew you were the one. Your beauty and kindness have always overcame me with happiness, and it seems like everyday you get more beautiful, and I love you even more. Now this isn’t in my note cards, but you look absolutely gorgeous, my Love. I knew you’d look stunning today, as you always do, but you’ve completely taken my breath away. I’m honestly the luckiest man in the world. I can’t wait to give you all of me, and share every single one of my possessions with you, because anything that’s mine I want to be yours too. I’ve written countless songs about you, and I know there’s more to come. You’re my muse. You’re my everything, Y/N. I love you more than all the moons and stars in the sky, forever and always, ‘till death do us part, my love.” He smiled, tears of happiness streaming down his face as he placed your ring on your finger.
You were crying a little harder than he was, all happy tears of course, just overcome with emotion. You took in a deep breath of air, let it out, and began to say your vows. “You know,” you started, voice wavering, “they really should let the bride say her vows first, cuz now I’m crying and-” you were cut off as more tears needed to escape, leaving the crowd in laughter along with Brian in front of you.
“You’ve got this.” He whispered, squeezing your hand in reassurance. One more deep breath, and you were ready to go.
You let out a huff of air. “Wow. Okay, I’m ready now.” You smiled. “God, that‘s so hard to follow, Brian. You’re the most beautifully poetic person I know. This wasn’t planned, I promise, but this really shows how similar we are. You stole my ending, Brian. I planned to end my vows with “till death do us part, my Love” too. Really just shows how we’re meant to be together.” You smiled, family and friends “aww”ing and giggling. “Well anyways, I wanted to talk about when we first met; just in case someone didn’t know and such. I was working at the record store in London, when you entered one day. It was a slow night, and I’d just finished restocking the “Sheer Heart Attack” album, so I was bound to recognize you as soon as you walked in. “How odd?” I thought. “What is Brian May doing in my store?” I thought you’d overlooked me; that I didn’t have a chance. Until I saw you looking at me, immediately playing a game with me and grabbing a record off the shelf in front of you, putting it in front of your face, and popping out in a playful manner. I’d been a fan of your music for some time, but I fell in love with you right there. Suddenly you weren’t just a guitarist. You were the man of my dreams. After talking for a bit, you bought a couple of albums, and I noticed you wrote your number on my copy of the receipt. ’Course I called you right when I got home. Luckily, you answered, and the rest is history. So basically, I never thought I had a chance with you. You seemed out of my league, darling. But as soon as I stared into those hazel eyes, I knew I had found everlasting love. I knew you were supposed to be mine, and I yours. I fell for you the moment you opened up to me, and quite honestly I never want to stop. Now, not to quote him or anything because I clearly have it written on my card here: you’ll always be my everything, Brian. I can’t wait to start a family with you, and our life together henceforth. ‘Till death do us part, my Love.” Now Brian was crying as you slipped the ring on his finger, and it was pronounced,
“I hereby pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride.”
When your lips reunited, it was like Heaven. The crowd cheered, as you and Brian smiled into the kiss, your tears of happiness mixing on your face.
“I love you so fucking much.” He whispered, picking you up bridal style as he carried you down the aisle, your dress following behind. “God this dress weighs 100 pounds!” He laughed.
“You’re telling me!” You said, joining his lips as he set you down at a secluded park bench to spend your first moments as husband in wife in solidarity before taking wedding photos in the garden, since the reception venue was being held in the same park in a different section. “I know my dress wasn’t what you expected, but you know how I am, queen of surprises. Do you like it?”
“I’m completely enamored with it. Not what I expected at all, but much better than anything I could have thought up. The fact that you designed this is mind blowing. You look absolutely stunning. My beautiful, beautiful wife. You look like a princess.” He smiled, caressing your face.
“That’s right!” You gasped. “I get to call you my husband now!”
He laughed at your realization. “Yes, and I get to call you Mrs. May.” He smiled.
“God, I love the sound of that.” You hummed, leaning into a kiss.
The two of you sat like that for a while, realizing you only had five minutes before you had to go get pictures taken.
“You know,” you started. “After pictures I’ve got to go back to my bridal suite at the hotel in the centre of the park.”
“Why?”
“I’ve got another dress, Love.”
“Another one? They can’t possibly get much bigger than this one.”
“No, no. Not trying to one myself up in terms of size. It’s just different. Couldn’t possibly dance in this one with such a large train! You’ll absolutely love it. Freddie designed it completely. It’s his wedding gift to you.”
“I can’t wait.” He smiled.
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After pictures, the majority of the wedding party decided to go back with you to the hotel for dress number two. Brian’s Groom’s suite was at the opposite end of the hall from yours, so your 3 closest friends who were your bridesmaids, Freddie (who managed to make himself a member of both the bride and grooms party), Roger, and John, lined the hallway between your rooms, eagerly awaiting your outfit change. It’d be Freddie’s first time seeing you in it, and he just couldn’t hold back his excitement, so he went in to help you remove your gargantuan ball gown as the hair stylist removed the bun and styled your hair into long, soft, sparkling waves with a small tiara as the makeup artist darkened your eye look and gave you a nude lip. You stepped into the risqué dress, feeling extremely confident and sexy. Freddie could hardly control his excitement, saying you looked like a “bridal sex goddess” , which of course made you laugh.
Freddie left to join the rest of the party in the hallway as you stepped from the podium with much more ease this time. Confidently opening for the door and strutting into the hallway as the wedding party hooped and hollered.
“Did I do good, or did I do good?!” Freddie exclaimed.
As you walked past Roger, he laughed in awe, pulling your shoulder to whisper in your ear, “Are you trying to give him a hard on for the night, Y/N? Embarrass him at his own wedding? Cuz with that dress it’ll sure as hell work.” He joked with you.
“Stunning. Absolutely stunning.” John added.
You put your hand on Brian’s doorknob. “You ready, Bri?” you seductively said.
“Been ready, Darling. All the excitement out there only makes me more ready.”
You started to turn the handle. “Good luck Brian!” Roger exclaimed.
“Good luck with what?” he said back through the unopened door.
No one knew how to phrase answer to his question.
“Er, good luck keeping it in your pants, we mean.” John shyly added.
You stepped into the room, Brian still turned away from you as you shut the door behind you. The wedding party rushed to the door, pressing their six ears against it to hear his reaction.
“Alright; turn around.”
“Oh my fucking God!” He exclaimed, earning a chorus of laughter from you and your nosy friends in the hall. He rushed over to you, spinning you and pulling you close to him as he placed his hands low on your curves.
“You look so fucking sexy.” He whispered in your ear. “Know you’ve only had it on for a couple minutes, but I’d take it off you now if we had time.” he smiled. He pulled back, taking in more of the dress. “God, it’s sheer and there’s a slit?!” He yelled. “Thank you so fucking much Freddie!” he said, making everyone laugh again.
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The rest of the night was perfect. Though there were loads of other people there, the world only revolved around you and Brian that night. Your hands were always intertwined, feeding each other cake and dancing to your heart's content. Even though choosing your first dance song was one of the only parts of your wedding that you left to Brian, after he consulted you, you’d planned to dance to Your Song by Elton John. However, when the song didn’t start playing, Brian took the microphone and said,
“Now, dancing to a track would be fine for most people, but as the guitarist of Queen, I think I’ve got to do a little better.” He smirked. “C’mon boys. Get up there.”
Roger, Freddie, and John climbed up to the stage as someone brought Brian out an ear microphone and took away the handheld one.
“Ready darlings?” Freddie asked them, earning a nod from the other three, and starting his piano intro, which shocked you.
It wasn’t what you expected in the slightest. You expected to hear Freddie play Elton’s iconic piano riff, (which would have been hilarious considering Elton was sitting at a table to your left), but he started with something else. The tune was recognizable, but you could tell the four of them had rearranged the song. Brian started to dance with you to the piano intro, making you feel on top of the world.
*** play Fred Astaire’s version of The Way You Look Tonight***
And then Brian started singing.
“Someday, when I’m awfully low
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you.
And the way you look tonight.”
It immediately brought tears to your eyes, so thankful you’d met him and for where you were today. You layed your head on his shoulder as he continued to serenade you, John coming in on the string bass and Roger on the drums in the second verse.
It was absolute bliss, the love of your life, your husband of only a couple hours and 3 of your closest friends serenading you. You couldn’t have asked for anything more.
At the end of the song, he grabbed your cheeks, looking into your eyes as he sang, “Just the way you look, tonight.”
Your lips connected, and the world seemed to pause. You’d never been happier in your life. Now, how does it get better than this?
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The reception ended around two in the morning, the two of you getting in Brian’s private jet at 2:30 AM to fly to Paris for three weeks. Your bags were already packed and loaded on the plane, and the two of you opted to stay in your wedding attire to take photos at the Eiffel Tower since the flight was just under an hour and fifteen minutes long. You and Brian slept for most of the flight so you weren’t completely exhausted when you got to Paris.
Once getting there, Brian refused to set you down, carrying you to the limo and into your honeymoon suite with a perfect view of the glimmering city and the Eiffel Tower. You quickly set your bags on the dresser and touched up your hair and makeup for photos, and hurried down to the limo to the Eiffel Tower. At first, the two of you just took in its beauty, hand in hand, smiling at each other. The photographer was rapidly taking photos, eager to get some perfect unplanned photos as well. Your dress glistened in the lights.
“It’s so beautiful.” You smiled.
“Eh, it’s alright. Not nearly as beautiful as my wife, though.” He chuckled, the two of you joining your lips, making for a perfect picture.
After taking thirty posed pictures, Brian tipped the photographer and limo driver 300 pounds, thanking them for coming out so late, and telling the limo driver he could leave so you two could spend some time together as husband and wife in such a romantic location, and that you’d be walking back to your hotel. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing your back to his chest as you rested your head back, admiring the Eiffel Tower and your first moments in true solidarity as husband and wife. You two spent a while, probably twenty minutes in silence before Brian lead you to a bench, pulling you into his lap as he said,
“I’m so lucky.”
“I think we both are.” You smiled.
“Thank you for choosing me, Y/N. Really. You have no idea how much I love you.”
You laughed.
“Brian, I think I’m the one who should be thanking you. You could’ve had any girl in London. Someone famous, someone prettier. Yet you talked to me that night. Gave an average nobody your number. Why?”
“Well yeah, I could’ve gone for all those other girls you mentioned, but none of them mattered to me. You’re the only one who’s gorgeous inside and out. Everyone always gave me a chance, even people who you’d consider “average” , yet didn’t want to continue a relationship. You’re the only one who’s stayed. And besides, I don’t need someone with all the movie premieres and designer gowns, granted I’ll buy you all the designer gowns you want, I just need you, Love.”
He pressed a kiss to your lips, closing the distance between the two of you as the two of you made out for a while, lips moving in sync perfectly. As your lips parted, you asked “Are you tired?”
He nodded. “You?”
“Yeah.” You said, getting up as he followed quickly, hooking your arm around his and joining your hands as you started the walk back to the hotel.
“So what’s now?” You asked.
“Whatever you want, Love. Maybe have some fun when we get back to the room, go to sleep, wake up late and order some room service, enjoy Paris for the next couple weeks. You know, whatever people do on their honeymoons.”
“I know, I mean what’s next for us? For our lives? We already live together. We have gifts to open when we get home, but materialistically we have all we need. I mean soon you’ll be going on tour in like what, five months? Then you’ll be recording again. The Game is released in nine days, Brian. You’re bound to leave me.”
“Well of course you can come with me, Y/N. Just like you always do. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. We can get a pet if you want to stay home. Really, whatever you want.”
“I know.” silence. “But what about our life as a couple? A family?”
“Well I want a family.” He quickly retorted.
“I know. Me too.” You smiled. “That’s what I'm getting at.” You seductively said.
“Thank god.” He sighed.
“What?”
“I thought maybe you’d want to wait a while since we just got married, but I don’t. I want a baby while we’re still young, and then maybe more, and more.” His tone became playful as he tickled your sides, the two of you stopped in the streets by a beautiful garden as you giggled.
“I just don’t want to go through it alone.” You confessed. “A baby needs its father. I’ll need it’s father too. Pregnancy is scary, especially for a first time mother. I want you to be there, Brian. I don’t just want my husband, the rockstar. I want my husband. The man I fell in love with, a father to be.”
“I know. And I’ll be there, I promise. I don’t want to miss any appointments. Whenever it is that you get pregnant, you can come with me on tour, we’ll go to appointments together and such. When it gets to the time you can’t travel anymore, you’ll go home, and I’ll come visit you at least once every week. Then the last month we’ll postpone the rest of the tour and I’ll stay with you till our baby comes, then I’ll stay with you for a while in the months after the baby comes. Then you both could come with me on tour again or whatever. The guys will understand. I honestly think they’ll be quite excited too, Love. John’s babies would have a little friend.”
“Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.” You smiled. “I’m just happy to start our lives together.”
“Me too. So when do you want this baby?”
“Oh whenever. Let’s just let it happen. When Baby May comes, it comes. Let’s not plan it. Let’s just let it happen naturally. From love. I love you, Brian.”
“I love you more.” He said as you arrived at the hotel, carrying you up to the room as you made out the entire way up.
Once in your room, he feverishly pressed you against the door, passionately making out as you removed his suit jacket, unzipping your wedding dress and letting it fall to the floor as he picked you up and laid you on the bed which was covered in rose petals. As you each stripped each other, your lips never disconnected. With Brian left only in his boxers, he said, “You know, it would be pretty cool to say we made our baby on our wedding night in Paris, don’t you think?”
“Definitely would be something interesting to talk about.” You nodded.
“Then let’s make that baby.”
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A/N- Ah! I’m so happy with the way this came out! it’s so cute omg I love it. It’s long! but that’s ok! i hope you all like it!!!!! Send me more asks for one shots please!
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A/N- Hey y’all! I think this is the chapter I’ve been most excited for so far, so I’m having a great time writing it. Just a reminder! when writing is in Italics, it means it’s Y/N’s thoughts. Also, the start of this chapter takes a lot of inspiration from the song Hurricane from Hamilton by Lin Manuel Miranda, so any lyrics used all rights go to him. The beginning is Y/N’s Alexander during hurricane moment. If you’ve seen Hamilton/know the musical you’ll understand what I mean. Also, the opening may seem like it flows kinda odd, but that’s because it’s kinda supposed to be like a stream of consciousness. -C
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20 Minutes After where we left off:
In the eye of the hurricane there is quiet.
For just a moment.
There are some moments, when a teenage girl needs her mum.
This was one of those moments.
Has my mum been the best? No. Far from it. She made me never want to return home. But your mum is your mum, no way around it. And it’s times like this I just want to say “Help me! I’m conflicted and don’t know how to deal with breaking my own heart and the heart of the guy I love, what do I do?”
As I lay here floating all I can think is that I want to run in the house and grab the phone and call my mum, cry about how much I miss her, and beg for her advice.
I have Jer; I have my new mum.
But I can’t even call her because the main reason for my conflict is because of Spain, if I tell her she’ll tell Freddie.
My Freddie.
My rock. My constant shoulder to cry on, and I can’t even tell him. I’ve never felt so alone.
As a wave pushes me under for just a brief moment, my mind can’t stop racing, insecurities flooding back and forth like the waves that rush the shore.
What if I’m not good enough?
What if I ruin all my friendships?
What if I go to Spain and die?
As you softly cried you thought about what had gotten you here.
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20 Minutes before hand (Where we left off)
“You’re my love, Y/N.”
One.
You inhaled to speak.
“I- I’m sorry Roger, I can’t handle this right now.” You spat out as you hopped off the rock and started toward the beach. Roger grabbed your wrist.
“Where are you going?”
“For a swim.”
“You’re what?” He said, the fear immediately apparent in his voice.
“I’m going for a swim, Roger. Need to clear my mind.” You said as monotone as possible.
He let out an annoyed laugh at your actions. “I profess my love to you, and you just walk away from me?” He said, raising his voice.
“I can’t even believe you’d put me in that situation. You can’t just demand things from me, Roger! You expect me to know exactly what I want, -or no! Expect me to say exactly what you want to hear!” You yelled, tears flooding out of your eyes.
“I just don’t want to bloody lose you, Y/N!” He yelled back.
You ignored his statement. “I said I was going for a swim.” You said, looking at the ground as you tried to pull your wrist away from his grasp.
“Please, Love, go for a walk, or a drive, or take a bath, or whatever you need. I won’t bother you with whatever you decide to do, just please don’t go for a swim. You know how I am.”
“You can’t hold me back forever, Roger.” You said coldly, a dual meaning present to you both in your statement.
His shock from your words allowed you to pull your wrist free, as you quickly walked into the ocean and dove in, hearing Roger scream your name behind you.
As you came up for air, you heard his screams. “Y/N! Are you okay?”
“I’m fine Roger,” you said annoyed. “Let me fucking relax!”
“Fine, I’m sitting right here, then.” He said plopping right on the shore line. “Remember; I’m sitting here because I care about you and worry about your well being! Apparently, it’s not reciprocated.”
You screamed in frustration. “I did not say that, Roger! Do not put words into my mouth. I don’t care what the hell you do; just don’t bother me while I relax!”
“Fine!”
“Fine!”
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And so I lay here, regretting my mistakes as I let the ocean consume the weight of my body.
“You still okay?” You heard.
You stuck a thumbs up in the air, the salty water coming in drips off of your arm and plopping on your face and in the water around you.
And then, it came to you. You were staying an extra day for a reason; to enjoy your relationship for an extra day. There was no reason to be having an argument at this moment; you both knew what would happen once you got home, so why not enjoy the last moments you had left together?
You started to swim in with complete intention to stop this argument, but not let him off the hook completely right away. If this relationship was actually going to last longer than the next 24 hours, and there really was a part of you considering it, then Roger needed to learn how to respect you and the decisions you make, plain and simple. As you walked onto the shore, you immediately heard “So, what did y-”
“Don’t talk to me right now, Roger.” You coldly cut him off, grabbing your towel and putting it on top of the flat rock you were laying on earlier. About ten minutes after you laid in the sun, you heard a beach chair being set up snugly to the left of the rock. Through the side of your eye you saw the straggly blonde locks, immediately revealing that it was Roger. You expected to hear him say something…
but it was silent.
For a good twenty minutes the only sound was the seagulls and the rushing of the waves on the shore. And then, you heard a quiet voice, one similar to a hurt child after being put in a time out,
“I’m sorry.”
Silence.
“I shouldn’t have talked to you that way; shouldn’t have pressured you. You gotta understand, this is hard on me too, Love.” He laughed. “I mean, the girl I’ve been trying to get with for almost a year has sex with me five times in a night and then expects me to believe we’ll be nothing more than friends within a matter of days, and that we’ll be mere acquaintances that are countries apart within months? I’m genuinely sorry; I didn’t mean anything I said.”
Silence.
You could hear the sadness in his voice. You opened your eyes to see one of his hands resting on the rock while the other held the book he was reading. You reached for his hand as you sat up, earning a gasp from him as a smile explodes on his face as he turned to look at you. There were tears welled in the bottom of his eyes, which made you feel even worse for all the stress you had just put him through.
“Rog,” You smiled. “We could never go back to being acquaintances after this. Romantic or not, we have something special.”
You saw one tear slide down his cheek.
“Yeah.” He sadly chuckled.
“I made a decision,”
“Okay,” he said, lump settling in his throat as he swallowed.
“And that is to not make a decision.”
“What?”
“... yet.” You hesitantly said, patting the rock next to you, telling him to climb on. “While I was floating out there I realized that the reason we extended this trip was so we could spend more time together before having to make a decision. I love you, Roger, and if these are our last days being able to express it-”
“Don’t say that.”
“But it could be. So if they are, I don’t want to go through them making a decision. And besides, the longer we spend as a couple will have an effect on the decision I make. Yes, it also makes it harder, but nothing in life is easy, is it?” You said, pressing your forehead to his. You were both softly crying, your shoulders simultaneously moving up and down at the apparent ruined dream of your relationship.
“Can I just ask you a question?” Roger softly said as his eyes flicked around the scene before you and then settled on yours. You nodded your head as he grabbed your hand. “Is this just a fling to you, and that’s why you’re saying we can’t continue a relationship? Because just for my own purposes, since I’ve admitted my feelings for you I need to know if you actually feel the same way.”
You thought this was a moment where actions would speak louder than words, so to prove to him his feelings were reciprocated, you pressed your lips to his, and felt him smile against it, putting his hand up to your cheek as he deepened the kiss a little more. After some time, you pulled away and said, “Of course I feel the same way Rog, my life is just going to be completely turned upside down in a couple months-”
“It’s really almost a year, Y/N.”
“What?”
“I realized it last night when it was like our second time? Maybe it was the third? I don’t know. Anyways, when I flipped you so you were laying on the bed you said ‘I wish I could leave in August of ‘73 instead of ‘72 so we could do this every night.’ Remember that?” You shook your head no.
“I think I was in so much ecstasy, Rog, that I forgot most of our conversations after the bath.” You giggled.
“Then that just means I’m as good in bed as I thought I was.” He smirked, leaving you shaking your head as you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “But yeah, I thought you were going next semester, but no, you leave in August. That’s ten months away, Love. This is the last I’ll speak of it until I physically drop you off at your dorm, but don’t deny yourself something you so badly want out of fear. Just something to think about.” You nodded your head. “It’s just about 4:00, do you want to go up and get ready for dinner? I was hoping we could go to that really ritzy restaurant, then maybe to the club after?”
“Sounds perfect.” You smiled, leaning in to kiss him as he hopped off the rock and scooped you up in his arms which gave you that feeling again.
Bliss.
Do I actually want to let this go?
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You put on your black Peter Pan collared dress, thinking that it’d be dressy enough, and started on your makeup. Just out of curiosity, you yelled through your door to Roger’s room.
“Rog! What are you wearing?”
“A suit.” He yelled back.
“A suit?!”
“Yeah, is that a problem?”
“Is it that dressy of a restaurant?”
“Yeah, Love. Five course meal, reservation only, live string quartet, chandeliers. You know, all that kind of stuff.”
“Okay.” You nervously laughed.
You looked down at your dress. It certainly wasn’t dressy enough. You thought about what you had packed and panicked. You knew you hadn’t packed anything that dressy, but pulled your suitcase apart hoping you’d find something. With the contents of your bag on your bed, and no luck in finding a suitable dress to wear, tears welled in your eyes as you noticed something bulging out of the large, zippered pocket on the inside of the door to your small suitcase. You wiped away a tear as you unzipped the pocket to find a grocery bag tied shut with a large piece of clothing in it, and silver sparkly heels in the pocket under the bag. There was a note taped to the bag that read:
Hello Darling!
If you’re reading this it means my plan worked! Roger told me about the fancy restaurant he was planning on taking you to, and I knew you wouldn’t have packed accordingly, so I stole some of my mum’s heels (did you know you two were the same shoe size?!) and bought you this dress. Don’t worry, I bought it in your size. :) I know it’s not your style, but let’s face it. You wouldn’t have chosen the right style dress for this type of venue even if you knew about it, sorry to make you face the truth, Darling. Hopefully you’ll get to wear this though! And if you ended up not going there, don’t worry, you can wear it to our school’s gala in a couple months! Hope you’re having the time of your life!!
Xoxo,
Freddie Bulsara but really Farrokh soon to be Mercury.
(P.S. remember when I introduced myself like that?)
A huge smile spread across your face.
My guardian angel. I’ll never know what I did to deserve him.
You stepped into your new dress, a gorgeous, floor length, flowy, satin red dress. It had no beading, but an extremely high slit, and it’s thin straps crossed in the back. It was completely elegant, and actually fit you right! You’d have to remember to thank Freddie profusely when you got back home. You put on your dangly silver earrings as you finished your makeup, opting to go with a more glammed up look than you originally had planned, put on a red toned nude lipstick, and kept your hair down as you curled it into soft waves that rolled down your back.
As you sprayed on your perfume you heard a knock at the door. “It’s been twenty five minutes Love, you almost ready?”
“Yup!” You replied. “You can come in, I’m just putting on the necklace you gave me.” You said as you leaned to look in the mirror of the vanity in your room to put on your necklace.
(Start playing You Take My Breath Away by Queen from the piano entrance)
Roger’s breath was completely taken away when he first saw you, a huge smile on his face. He quietly walked over to you, standing behind you as he took the necklace from your hands. “Here, let me.” He smiled, as you pulled your hair over your shoulder. After he put the necklace on, he wrapped his arms around you looking at your two reflections in the mirror. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He softly said in your ear.
Bliss.
“You ready Rog?”
He nodded, grabbing your hand as you walked out the door.
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As you and Roger walked into the restaurant (a huge building that looked like a large Victorian mansion) with your arm hooked around his, your breath was taken away. There were three floors of seating for guests, all which were open in the center to overlook the ballroom in the center of the first floor. Each table seemed to be spread out enough that each dining party would have an extreme amount of privacy, and they were decorated with beautiful bouquets of roses and candles. On the high ceiling above the ballroom floor, there was a huge chandelier, and there were small ones all around the restaurant. There was a string quartet playing at the front of the dance floor as couples waltzed around it. On each end of the ballroom from the second floor balcony, the area in which you in Roger were standing and what you saw from walking through the entrance, there were huge, picturesque staircases that looked as if they were out of a fairy tale. You’d never seen such a beautiful place in your life.
“Rog,” You whispered in his ear, “How do you have the money for this place?” You nervously said.
“Don’t worry about it, a guest and I eat here for free. I’ll explain later.” He smiled, tapping your nose.
“But how-“ You were cut off as a host appeared in front of you, napkin draped over his arm, hand outstretched to help you down the four stairs to leave the entry way as another worker took Roger’s overcoat, just leaving him in his suit coat. As Roger came down the steps to join you again, immediately hooking his arm with yours, the host said,
“Good evening, Mr. Taylor. Would you like your usual table?”
“That’d be perfect.” Roger smiled.
“Right this way.” The man smiled. You were completely in awe. Not only did this already seem like the last place you’d ever find Roger, but now he had his own table? You were shocked to say the least.
You were led to a table on the left side of the second floor right next to the railing with a perfect view of the string quartet. It was set back around the curve of the balcony, so it was completely isolated, and right next to the opening of the castle-esque stairs. It was perfect. Roger pulled your chair out for you as you sat down, and once your menus were placed in front of you and you two were left alone, you snapped your head up at him, eyes immediately telling him you needed an explanation. You caught him laughing at your curiosity.
“My great grandfather was the founder of this restaurant. As a result, all the Taylor’s get to eat here for free for all of eternity, plus one guest per Taylor. No joke; he literally wrote it in the expectations/rules for this restaurant when it was passed to the next owner.”
You nodded your head. The scene in front of you was so romantic, it was hard to believe it wasn’t all a dream.
“Do you want to dance? They always leave twenty minutes before they come to ask which item of the night you’d be choosing for your entré to give everyone time to dance a little. When we come back there will be a bottle of wine, a salad, and tonight’s appetizer. Since it’s a 5 course meal, there isn’t much picking from the menu. Very fancy. But yeah, we’ve got time to dance. Although I must warn you, there’s no disco.” He laughed.
“Of course I want to dance, Rog.” He got up and outstretched his hand to you as he escorted you to the stairs. You noticed a couple people staring, and assumed it was because Roger’s family was the royalty of the restaurant. Once you got to the dance floor, Roger brought you to the center, and a new waltz started. Your right hand joined with Roger’s left as your other hand went on his shoulder and his other on your hip.
The side with the slit, you noticed.
You noticed more people staring. A couple of the other pairs who were previously on the dance floor paused to watch the two of you dance. You noticed some of the women whispering things in their husbands ears as their gazes focused on the two of you, their hands attempting to subtly point at you and Roger waltzing in the middle of the ballroom floor.
“They’re all looking at you.” You blushed.
“No, believe me. They’re all looking at you.” He smiled back. “I’ve gotta warn you love. I’m not a great dancer even though my parents always tried to teach me to ballroom dance when we’d come here when I was young.”
“You’re doing just fine Rog, to be honest, I don’t really know what I’m doing either.” You laughed as you pointed your leg on the side the slit of your dress was on. The slit went all the way to the top of your hip, and Roger definitely noticed. His hand on your hip slipped a little lower.
“No underwear?” He smirked.
“Nope.”
“God, I love you even more each day.” He said, kissing your forehead and shaking his head in disbelief of the amazing girl he held in his arms.
“Well you would have seen them if I wore them!” You playfully opposed.
“Hey, I didn’t say to wear them, Baby. There’s never going to be a situation where I encourage you to wear underwear.” He said, making you laugh as you threw back your head in disbelief of how candid he was. You then put your focus at the waltz in front of you, gazing into Roger’s ocean blue eyes as he stared back at you with an eternal love in his eyes. Just the way he was looking at you made you feel more beautiful than you ever had in your entire life. In that moment, you felt so lucky to be Roger Taylor’s girlfriend, and would have done anything to keep it that way.
Your dinner was absolutely wonderful, and quite honestly the best food you’d ever eaten. Dessert was filled with laughter and admiration as Roger fed you chocolate covered strawberries, which they usually don’t have at the restaurant, but Roger had called ahead of time to have some specially made after checking your favorite dessert with Freddie. It truly made the night your ideal fantasy of the perfect date.
Roger consistently fed you strawberries from the large plate of forty in the middle of the two of you. The strawberries were made from every kind of chocolate imaginable, from plain milk chocolate to dark chocolate with sea salt and caramel drizzle. You’d never had something so good in your life. He occasionally took one for himself, or would eat one if you held it out to him, but was completely content with resting his chin on his hand as he watched you with admiration.
“Why chocolate covered strawberries?” He asked as you licked the tip of the strawberry he held in front of your mouth before taking a large bite of it. In the candlelight, your large eyes sparkled with a light of false innocence. You knew exactly what you were doing with your movements, pleased that you could make him flustered with just a lick of a strawberry and the batting of your eyes.
“What do you mean?” You said, broken from your trance.
“Why are they your favorite?”
“How did yo-”
“Freddie.” He smiled.
“Wow, Mr. Roger Taylor. I must say I’m impressed. You’ve really done everything to surprise me, make me happy, take me on lavish dates,” you said, reaching across the table to grab his hand. “Every girl dreams of a man like you. This has easily been the most romantic night of my life.”
“Your boyfriend loves you.” He gushed, a smile on his face from ear to ear. You leaned across the table to press a kiss to his lips. “But really, why chocolate covered strawberries? I’m curious.”
“Oh I don’t know, really, I don’t. Strawberries and chocolate alone are alright, but together it’s just like they were made for each other,”
Pause.
“like us.”
He was so happy by what you said, he couldn’t even speak. It was in this moment he knew you’d choose him once you got home. The connection between the two of you was too strong.
“One more dance, Love?”
You nodded. “Wait, can we take the rest of the strawberries home?”
He laughed. “You’re adorable.”
He walked over to you, reaching a hand out as he spun you, your dress slightly flying up and cascading around you. With a kiss on your cheek, he walked over to a server, asking for the remaining strawberries to be wrapped up, and coming back to you, leading you to the ballroom floor for the last time that night.
After sharing one more dance, the two of you walked arm in arm to Roger’s car, giddy like school children as you pressed yourself closely into his body. You stopped, looking up into the sky at the crystal clear night above you, the stars glistening brighter than you ever remembered seeing before due to your close proximity to the ocean. You turned to face Roger arms wrapping around his neck as his laid on your waist.
“Look how beautiful they are.” You said smiling, head angled toward the sky. “This all just seems too good to be real. I mean, I know it is, but like I said before, this doesn’t happen every day. This is the kind of date girls dream of.” You said, pressing your nose to his.
“Well I’m only dreaming of one girl.” He said just loud enough for the two of you to hear as he caressed your cheek in his hand, slowly locking your lips together. Your eyes fluttered shut, as the kiss deepened, your lips moving perfectly in sync. The kiss remained slow, yet passionate. There was no lust behind the kiss to drive it to push faster speeds. The kiss was purely love.
By the time you got back to the house it was about 9:30, and Roger scooped you up and carried you in his arms with plans to carry you all the way to your bedroom. “Roger!” You laughed with your arms around his neck. “You can put me down to unlock the front door.”
“No I can’t,” he smiled.
“And why would that be?” You said as he finally got the door open and walked inside.
“Have you seen yourself tonight?”
“Huh?”
“You look like a bloody princess, Y/N. You were honestly the most beautiful girl there. You see how jealous the other women were? Much dressier than anyone else was. Can’t let my princesses feet touch the ground.” He smiled, pressing his nose to yours as his words of affection made you giggle.
Once you arrived at your room, he sat in the middle of your bed still cradling you in his lap, your large dress fanned out over your bed with your leg out of the slit. With one arm under your head, Roger lovingly looked down at you, his other hand lovingly stroking the side of your face and fanning your hair out around your head. You closed your eyes, completely relaxed by his gentle touches. A couple minutes later, you sighed as you turned your head into his lap a little more.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, Love.” Roger laughed.
“I’m not, I’m not. Just relaxed.” You smiled, opening your eyes to return the love he gazed at you with. You turned your head to place a kiss to the inside of his palm, and you noticed him blush as you did so.
“You don’t wear red often,” he said.
You laughed at his awkward statement. “Yeah, I guess I don’t?”
“You should. Very sexy color on you, my Love.”
You laughed at his once again very candid statement, reaching one hand up to caress his cheek. “Alright, Rog. I’ll take that into consideration.”
“Say, where’d you get this dress from anyway? To be honest, and don’t get me wrong, I love the dress on you almost as much as I loved your sheer jumpsuit, but it doesn’t seem quite your style.”
“Well, my angel Freddie struck once again. You see, you forgot to tell me how dressy the restaurant was, and -”
“Sorry about that, by the way.”
“No don’t be! I’m honestly happy with the way the situation played out, since I never would have chosen this dress on my own. Anyways, I was planning on wearing a casual dress, but once you told me you were wearing a suit I started panicking and threw everything out of my bag looking for something suitable to wear, and noticed the inside pocket of my bag was bulging. I didn’t remember putting anything in it, so I opened it out of curiosity finding a note from Freddie saying he knew I didn’t know how fancy the restaurant was, and even if I did, he knew I wouldn’t have packed something dressy enough, so he bought me this dress and borrowed mum’s shoes, secretly packing them for me in hopes I’d find them. I’ll have to thank him when I get back.”
“Wow. Well, make sure you thank him for me too.”
After both laughing at his joke for a small bit, there was a patch of silence.
“I really do love you, Rog.”
“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled. Some part of him told him you’d choose to stay in the relationship. He wasn’t sure why, but something just seemed like you would. “I’m not ready to call it a night, are you?”
“What do you mean?”
“We’ve still gotta go to the club, you know, go disco? I promised you we would!”
“Wait, really?!” You said, getting a newfound adrenaline rush from your excitement, wrapping your arms around his neck, sitting up and turning your whole body to look at him.
“Really.”
“Then we’ve gotta get changed!” You said, springing up and digging through your bag. Roger laughed at your antics as you frolicked around the room. “What are you waiting for?! Go get changed, Roger!”
“Okay, okay!” He said, raising his arms up in defense.
As soon as he was in his room, you quickly slipped out of your dress, and put on your new rose gold pantsuit. It was completely sequined, and had a halter top style neckline that plunged just above your belly button. You decided to stay not wearing a bra, and put on your white pumps. Looking in the mirror, you applied a hot pink lipstick and fluffed out your hair, threw your newly gifted fur coat over your shoulder and stepped out into the hall.
“What color are you wearing?” You heard Roger yell toward the bathroom that united your bedrooms as he assumed you were still getting ready.
Deciding to be a little devious, you opened his bedroom door and stepped in. “Rose gold.” You smirked.
His head snapped up instantly. He was in his white suit pants, matching coat on the bed as he stood at the closet shirtless. “Wow, so different to the girl I was with three minutes ago.” He chuckled. “You must be excited, that was a very fast outfit change, Love.”
You nodded as you walked up to him, pressing your body flush against his as you pressed your hands to his chest, cherishing how beautiful he was. “Different how?” You teased.
“Curvier, sparklier, sexier. Much more cleavage. I could keep going.” he smirked.
“Cleavage, huh?” You said, resting your hand on top of his as he leaned against the trim of the closet.
“Mmmm, cleavage. You know I’m much more of a tits guy the ass, though I do have to say your ass looks amazing, maybe even just as good.” He winked.
“Well tell me, do they feel better?” You said, pulling his hand away from the wall and slyly under the jumpsuit to your left breast. He let out a breath of satisfaction, immediately starting to massage it as he easily pulled it out of your revealing top.
“Ah, gotta be careful dancing tonight, Love, seems like you could easily slip out of your top.” He smirked.
“And would you even care?”
“Not as long as other people didn’t watch. Want ‘ya all to myself.” He smiled, bending to attach his lips to your nipple as he roughly applied both of his hands to your ass, immediately kneading both sides in his hands.
You let out a moan of satisfaction, arms draped around his neck. As he switched to the opposite breast you noticed a light pink dress shirt in his closet that you started to put on him as he continued his work.
“You know, usually people undress their boyfriends in situations like this, not put on clothes.”
“I’m trying to get to disco!” You jokingly protested as you put the shirt on him, Roger aggravated as he couldn’t continue his suckling while you did so.
Once you finished with his shirt he said, “By the way, your tits are hanging out.” He joked, stopping your hand as you reached up to conceal yourself. “I wanna do it.” He playfully whined as you threw your hands up in resignation. He continued massaging both of your breasts as he put them each underneath their sequined layer of fabric. He put on his coat and shoes, also grabbing his fur coat matching to yours and draped it over his arm as he grabbed your hand to go to the club as the two of you walked out of the house toward the car.
“And by the way, my little experiment back in the bedroom once again proved your breasts feel much better than your ass.” He joked, squeezing your breast as he opened the door for you.
Each of his actions did things to you.
Things you didn’t know if you could ignore once returning to a friendship back in London.
On the car ride to the club, Roger constantly kept his hand on your inner thigh, rubbing and squeezing, every once in a while, rubbing your core to which you’d let out a breath of air and a smile from the pleasure his motions brought you.
“You know,” you started, “ I don’t even know how you’re driving right now. I’m not even trying to focus on anything and yet I can’t focus on anything except your touches.”
“Sorry Love, can’t fucking help it when you dress like that, tease me all day. Show me how amazing only you have ever made me feel five times in a night?” He grunted.
“Have I really affected you that much today?”
“So are you saying we can pull over?” He said, hoping you’d relieve him of the throbbing inside his pants. You did it much better than anyone else ever had the night before.
“No! It’s already 10:00, Rog, I wanna get there before everyone else leaves.” He let out a puff of air in annoyance. “You know, you’re much more sexual after sundown.” He laughed at your accusation.
“Touché.”
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When you arrived at the club, the music was loud and you could hear all the people inside, evident by the amount of cars parked out front. You walked inside hand in hand in your fur coats, paying the bouncer to put them in the coat check as you absorbed the night life in front of you, quickly pulling Roger to the dance floor before he could even get a drink. As you arrived, Play That Funky Music by Wild Cherry started, and the crowd went wild. You started dancing just facing him, hands held together as the two of you jumped back and forth with the fast beat, and just before the chorus at the lyric “Somebody turned around,” you turned yourself around, ducking under one of his arms so they were tightly wrapped around you as they pushed you into him. In doing so you immediately slowed the rhythm down, only grinding your hips back into him at the start of each measure throughout the entire chorus. You felt his arms squeeze you tighter into him as he bucked his hips with the slower rhythm to the song, matching your movements. You heard him softly and lowly moaning into your ear, only audible to you because of the volume of the club. As the chorus ended with the line that starts “Lay down and boogie” you slid out of his arms, forcing him to watch you as you swayed your hips side to side as you slowly dropped with the music, your hands gliding up your sides as you purposely pursed the fabric so he could see clearly down your jumpsuit, hearing him let out a quiet grunt as you hit the word “die” with the end of your drop to the floor, hands now joined as you bent at your waist as you stood, upper body slowly coming up as your hands traced along your legs giving him a clear view of your toned, dancers body, bending suggestively in front of him, clear to him what you were implying. Once you were fully stood up, he grabbed your arm, whipping you around to face him as he pulled you off the dance floor, and toward the back of the club, entering a bathroom and quickly locking the door behind him. Once the closed door muffled the sound of the partying crowd you said,
“What was that for?”
“God,” He rushed out, “With you dancing like that I couldn’t make it through one fucking song. You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re killing me. Making me incredibly hard only in the way you do, and let me remind you in public, Y/N. I can’t handle it anymore, my hearts fucking racing, I feel like I’m going to explode. I need you right fucking now, Y/N.”
“Aww, Roggie,” you teased. “I thought you’d never ask.” You finished as he pulled you flush to his body.
“Stop fucking teasing me, which you have been for the last hour, and please just let me fuck you.” He growled, his voice animalistic.
“By all means, go right ahead.” You smirked.
You let him unzip the back of your jumpsuit, shrugging it off your shoulders as it immediately dropped to the floor leaving you in a lacy, black, thong.
“Too perfect.” He mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your lips and picked you up to sit you on the edge of the sink counter top. He attached his lips to your neck, leaving you a mess as you ran your fingers through his hair, thankful for the loud music that would drown out your sounds of ecstasy to passerby’s. Roger pressed a finger to your clit, massaging as you became a mess beneath his touches. “I’m sorry I’m moving so fast, Baby,” he said, breathless, “I’m just gonna stretch you out a little before, you know. I wouldn’t last if we had a lot of foreplay right now. You have no idea what you do to me.” He shyly admitted.
“That’s fine,” you smiled, cupping his cheeks in your hands as you pressed a kiss to his lips, completely enamored with the man in front of you who turned every small pain in your body to bliss, and your darkest thoughts to dreams of sunshine.
He kept his lips attached to yours, massaging one breast in one hand as he pushed your panties to the side, rubbing a finger up and down your core before fastly inserting two. Your breath hitched from the unexpected action, a moan of pain and pleasure paralyzing you as you leaned back into the wall behind you. Your breathing quickened, rubbing Roger’s back as you squeezed your eyes shut. He started scissoring with his already fast speed, not only trying to get you to the same level of arousal he was at, but also trying to prepare you for his member. He never remembered being so hard in his life.
“I’ve gotta add another.” He breathlessly muttered, you nodding against his lips. As he inserted his other finger, you tilted your head back, in that moment oblivious to every other thing in the world except for you and Roger. In your ears, the music became silent, and you didn’t even notice a knock on the door. In that moment you and Roger were the only two people that mattered.
“You ready?” he asked, as you nodded feverishly. He pulled down his pants, his aching member suffering to spring lose. He looked at the space around you, unsure of how you two would manage this. You read his eyes, hopping from the counter and bending yourself over it. “You sure this is how you wanna do this, Love?”
“Please,” You begged, watching in the mirror as he grabbed your hips, inserting himself deep into your core.
You had never let out a louder moan in your life. It was honestly more of a scream of immense pleasure from how deep he was inside you, how much larger he was than the night before, how fast he was pounding into you, and the fact that you could watch it all happen in the mirror in front of you. It was obvious you both weren’t going to last long. You hadn’t tried this position the night before, and were feeling things you hadn’t even known you could feel. The look on Roger’s face said the same thing, and you couldn’t help but agree with what he’d said on the beach earlier.
Made for each other.
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After your sweaty bodies became one and you fixed your hair and makeup so it wasn’t completely apparent what just went on in the bathroom, you and Roger exited as you picked at your fingernails and joined the crowd of other young people on the dance floor. All your favorites like ABBA and Chic came on, making the night perfect. It was apparent how much better of a dancer you were than Roger, and how comfortable you were with the disco style. Roger loved watching you dance; it reminded him of the first time he saw you.
“Say, Baby, make sure you learn how to do some Latin dancing while you’re in Spain.” He joked.
“Why?” You said as you danced to Shake Your Groove Thing with him.
“You’re an amazing dancer. Definitely have the hips and rhythm for it. Salsa, Cha Cha, Rumba, I don’t care. Whatever you can learn, learn it.” He said his instructions with such conviction it made you laugh. Just then a voice came over the speakers.
“Alright folks, grab your partners, because we’re slowing things down all the way back to the ‘50’s. This slow dance is for all you couples out there.”
The song Put Your Head on My Shoulder came on as you draped your arms around his neck and your head on his shoulder as his arms pulled you close to his body. He softly sang the words to you as you swayed back and forth.
“Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear
Tell me, tell me that you love me too”
As the song ended you pulled your head up to look at him.
“I think that’s our song, Love.” He smiled, pressing his nose to yours.
Emotional at the situation before you, you could only nod your head as you pressed your lips to his.
Once you arrived home that night, you were both extremely exhausted from the full day you had, and retired to bed in Roger’s room almost immediately. You wore one of his shirts to bed as you climbed into his arms under the covers laying on your side as he spooned you, nuzzling his face in your neck every once in a while.
“So tomorrow.” He said awkwardly in the pitch black.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you…” he was hesitant to ask his question.
“No, I don’t know yet. I’m just so thankful for this time we had together and for the fact that you’re in my life now. I’m so happy for where we are right now, and please don’t ever forget how much I love you, Roger Taylor. I know this has only been a short, fleeting moment of a relationship without knowing it’s outcome, but remember love you with all my heart”
“I love you more, Baby. So much more. And don’t try to prove you love me more, because you’ll never able to. I’ll always love you more, and that’s the way it should be.” He said, pressing a kiss to the back of your head as the two of you drifted off to sleep with plans to leave around four the next day.
You awoke to the smell of bacon, cold from Roger’s absence. You got up, walking down the hallway to find him cooking for you in the kitchen once again. He was so focused, he didn’t hear you come behind him and jumped when you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his shirtless back.
“Hi, Baby.” He smiled.
“Hi.” You managed to get out, as your eyes filled with tears.
“What’s wrong?” He said, flipping around to see you looking up, trying to get rid of your tears.
Your lips pressed into a tight line. A couple tears slipped down your cheeks. “It’s just- today,-“ You were unable to form words. You moved your hands as you spoke to try to get your point across.
“I know, I don’t want it to end either.” He said, trying not to cry, as he came to you and engulfed you in a huge hug, you pressing your face into his chest. “Do you, well, do you know?”
“No” you whispered through your sobs, shaking your head. He stroked your hair for comfort.
“Shh, Love, please don’t cry.” He said, rocking back and forth. He then picked you up and sat you on the edge of the counter, walking in between your legs, picking your chin up to look at him. He wiped some of your tears away. “Whatever you decide will be the right decision. I promise you whatever you do, I'm okay with. I might want something else, but in the end I’ll know you were probably right.” He joked, making you laugh through your tears. “We still got all day. We don’t have to leave until later, so I wanna relax before we leave so I’m not too tired driving home, but we have pretty much all day, Y/N. And it’s not like this is the last time you’ll see me. Even if we… well, you know. You’ll still see me all the time.” He had to be strong for you.
“I know.”
“Please don’t cry. I hate to see you so sad.”
“It’s not your fault, I brought all this on myself. Maybe if I wasn’t so skeptical of everything-“
“Hey, you’re just being logical and I’m so proud of you for that. Let’s not talk about it until we get back.”
“Until you drop me off.”
“Okay, until I drop you off. Whatever happens, I love you.”
“I love you too.” He pressed his lips to yours, still wiping away your tears. You couldn’t help but cry at the situation. You knew what you’d have to do, but just couldn’t deal with it yet.
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Tuesday, the day after they got home.
You and Roger arrived home late from the beach the night before, so you just stayed overnight with him in his room at his and Brian’s shared apartment. Besides, it’d be weird not having him with you once you returned back to the dorm. Roger got up after kissing your nose and making you smile to start breakfast (the now usual routine for you two) and you heard a bang in the kitchen.
“Fuck!”
“Rog? What’s wrong, Love?”
“I bloody missed rehearsal yesterday; didn’t even think of it. I just saw it on mine and Bri’s calendar. There’s a rehearsal now, started a half hour ago. Brian must’ve left already. They’re gonna fucking kill me.” He said, running past you to get changed in his room. “You’re coming with me, c’mon, Love get changed.”
“Roger, I don't have any of my normal clothes with me. I- I can’t go out like th-”
“Go out like what?” He came up to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “Looking absolutely gorgeous? It’s just the boys. You’ll be fine.”
“Okay,” you tentatively said, and began looking through your suitcase.
“Maybe you could wear that sheer pantsuit you wore a couple days ago?” Roger smirked.
“Oh, fuck off.”
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The two of you rushed into the rehearsal hand in hand in your matching coats. It was much colder back in London. You opted to wear your collared Peter Pan dress.
“Well there’s our drummer.” Brian huffed.
“Brian, I’m sorry, really.”
“No call? No attempt to change the schedule?”
“I’m sorry, we were busy. I forgot.”
“You forgot? You forgot about your band and you both forgot about your roommates and your best friends?” Brian pressed.
“Alright, now that he’s here can we just fucking play?” John asked , throwing his hands in the air. He kept staring at you. At your necklace.
Freddie pulled you to the side. “So? You two didn't come back the same as when you left. Something happened, didn’t it? Something good.”
“Something more than good,” you whispered back. “But yeah. Something happened alright.”
“You’ll tell me?” he said, hopeful, just like a little kid.
“Later” You winked, and went to sit and watch the band play.
“Oh, and I like your necklace.” Freddie smiled.
After they finished practicing, Freddie, Brian, and Roger were over by the piano discussing songwriting, and John came up to you, yet turning his face away from you. You saw his shoulders shake.
“Deaky, what's wrong?” you said springing up to him.
“Lovely,” he whispered, shaking his head as tears fell from his eyes.
“Y/n,” he closed his eyes shut quickly as he thought about the pain surrounding what he was about to say. He motioned to the blonde in the corner as he quietly sobbed, “D-do you love him? Are you in love with him?”
You didn’t know what to say.
Of course you loved Roger. Said it multiple times over the last four days. But could John really handle to hear that right now? You looked over to Roger as he laughed with his friends and patted Brian on the back. You hadn’t made a decision yet. You and Roger hadn’t talked; he hadn’t dropped you off at home yet.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? You don’t know if you’re in love with someone? Unbelievable.” He said, shaking his head.
Suddenly both of your attentions were drawn to the conversation at the piano.
“Yes Roger! Absolutely brilliant idea! Pulls the whole song together. I missed you terribly yesterday.” Freddie said, pulling Roger in for a hug. Then he loudly gasped.
He noticed Roger’s necklace.
Remembered yours as he looked between the two of you.
You and Roger saw the realization come across his face, the smile on Roger’s fading. Then Freddie pulled Roger closer again, smelling his neck, his shirt, then when he smelled his hair, an even bigger light bulb went off.
An even louder gasp.
“You had sex!” Freddie exclaimed.
“Freddie,” Roger said lowly, warning him to stop talking. Freddie ignored him and ran over to you, looking at your fingernails, picked down to the cuticle he noticed. You always did that after being with someone. It was a nervous tick, per-say. He smelled your hair too.
“So did you!” He exclaimed. Brian looked at him, eyes wide in disbelief that he hadn’t put two and two together if his suspicions were right.
He prayed they weren’t.
Roger came to stand between you and Freddie, an act of protection.
Then an even louder gasp came out as it hit him.
“Oh my god, you two had sex?!”
Your look down seemed to confirm it.
“I can’t believe you.” Your voice tremored as you looked up at Freddie. “When are you going to learn to just mind your own business?”
Freddie realized what he just did, saw the hurt in your eyes. You and Roger weren’t actually together yet.
“I’m sorry, I can’t handle this right now.” John said, head down as he wiped away another tear and stormed out of the building.
“John, wait!” You screamed after him, running to the door and flinging it open. “It’s not like that!” You screamed, but he was nowhere in sight.
“It’s not like that, huh?” You heard Roger say behind you. You turned to see him with a look of disbelief on his face, his eyes red.
“Rog, I didn’t mean it like that I just-“
Brian walked up to the two of you, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you, Roger. You knew how I felt and yet you- And you know how I felt about the trip, and what I asked you. What I asked you not to do?” he shook his head again, his lips pursing. “Wow, I’ve got some best friend.”
“I’m gonna go sit in the car.” You said.
“Y/N wait!” Roger screamed after you.
You still hadn’t made a decision.
“Brian, please let me explain, but just not here, not now. John ran off, now Y/N’s all upset. Should probably go make sure she’s okay.” Roger said, the look of betrayal still prevalent on Brian’s face.
“Just let her be Rog,” Freddie started. “She’ll be fine. She’s just going through an identity crisis.”
“You,” Roger started, waving his finger at Freddie. “How dare you just expose her like that in front of everyone? She’s supposed to be your best friend. How could you do that to her?”
“Well I guess I wasn’t thinking.” Freddie admitted.
“That’s exactly right, mate. You weren’t thinking. Now look what you’ve done. And she’s going through a hell of a lot more than an identity crisis.”
“It all goes back to the fact she’s ashamed she left her family. Doesn’t know who she is anymore.”
“No, that’s not it. You don’t know.”
“Well of course I know, she’s my best friend, and-” Roger cut him off to make his point clearer.
“Freddie. You. Don’t. Know.” Freddie stood there awestruck. “I- I gotta go get her. Make sure she’s okay. I’m sorry Brian, I truly am. I promise it’ll all be okay later.” He said before grabbing both of your coats and quickly walking out to the car where he found you hugging your knees in the front seat as you cried.
“Cold?” He asked, opening the door as he tried to lighten the mood.
“Yeah,” You whined, standing up and burying your face into his chest as you softly wept and he put your fur coat on you. “Can I go home now?”
He let out a big breath of air. “ ‘Course. You know what your decision is going to be?”
You nodded your head as you cried.
“Alright then. Still need to stop by my apartment to get all your things.”
With that, you got into the car, holding hands the whole way.
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As Brian drove Freddie home, he asked him, “How did you know, Fred?”
“Huh?” He said, snapping back to reality from his world of ogres and fairies.
“How’d you know… her and Roger I mean.”
“Oh, well-um” he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “There were a couple things that went into it. First of all, I realized a couple years ago that you can pick up a different smell on people you are around all the time a day or so after the have sex. It’s kind of musky, and you only smell it in their hair. They also had matching necklaces and matching coats, and Roger was acting extremely protective toward her. It’s obvious he’s in love with her but she doesn’t know how she feels.” That gave Brian hope. “And lastly, the thing that really gave it away was Y/N’s fingernails.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Brian said, completely confused.
“Y/N has this weird thing that right after she has sex with someone she picks her fingernails down to the cuticle to the point they almost bleed. Sounds quite painful if you ask me, Darling. I never understood it; must be some type of nervous tick. But it’s always a dead giveaway if she hooked up with someone or not.”
“Oh. So it’s definite then.”
“Well, yeah. I mean she definitely had sex on their trip, Roger probably did, and since they were together the whole time, extended it without telling a single soul, and come back with matching coats and necklaces I’d say it just makes the most sense.”
“Right.” Brian said defeated. “So now three of us are in love with her in some kind of way?”
“You’re in love with her?”
“I guess so. I’m so crazy about her, Fred. I don’t know if I can say “in love” since we’re not together yet, but I really thought there was hope for us after the pumpkin patch. But then Rog expressed he liked her too, and I was too scared to tell him I wanted her, so instead I just said I kinda liked her too and until she decided between us, not to do anything sexual on the trip. Guy code, you know? And I guess I was naive in thinking she didn’t think of Deaky that way, but then with the way she reacted when he ran out, I think she might like him too. I’ve got no shot. Please don’t tell her how I feel, though. Don’t tell Rog either. I gotta find a way to calm my emotions and deal with him tonight.”
“In all honesty Brian, I really don’t think she’s with Roger. She said she needed time, seemed she had reservations. There’s still hope. I’m rooting for you, Brian. I know you won’t hurt my girl.”
“Thanks, Fred. Let’s hope.” The pair smiled at each other. “Wait, you call her “your girl”,-“
“Oh no, I promise we’re not like that.”
“I know. Just listen. You call her “your girl” yet you call her out like that and make her feel like shit today? I know I called her and Roger out for being bloody awful best friends, but how does exposing her intimacy in front of everyone make you any better?”
Freddie sighed. “I wasn’t thinking. I truly wasn’t. I feel awful, I hope I didn’t lose her forever. It’s just, at home, we joke about that kind of stuff. Bluntly call each other out. We’re really brutally honest with each other at all times, or so I thought we were until Rog said there’s something I don’t know, and now I’m all insecure and hoping I didn’t lose her. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her.” Tears came to his eyes.
“Hey, Fred. You won’t lose her. She talks so great of you. You’re the only person she really relies on in her entire life, she told me so herself. Tell her exactly what you just said. It’ll all be fine. And whatever is bothering her, she’ll tell you. You just gotta talk to her.” He said, pulling in front of the dorm.
“I know you’re nervous to express your feelings, darling, but you need to talk to her too.” Freddie said, hugging Brian and opening the door to the car. “Thanks for the ride,” he said getting out of the car. “ and good luck with Rog tonight. Call me later or tomorrow and let me know how it all plays out.” Freddie winked as his friend threw him a soft smile and he went inside.
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Your last moments spent with Roger before definitively having to make a decision were mostly left in silence. When you arrived at the apartment, you went inside and put all your things in your bag, since it’s contents were mostly strewn across Roger’s room from trying to find something to wear that morning. Once finished, you stood by the door waiting for Roger to finish his search for whatever he was looking for in the kitchen cabinets. After a couple minutes, he approached you with a soft smile, taking your bag from your grasp and intertwining his hand with yours as he silently lead you back to the car.
On the way to your dorm, hands still intertwined he broke the silence. “Are you mad at him?”
“Hm?”
“Freddie?”
“Oh. No, I don’t think it’d do any good for me to be mad at him, I live with him in one room for Christ’s sake.”
“How can you be so forgiving?”
“Well, I hope he’d be that way for me. I’ve gotta break the whole Spain thing to him soon. It’ll be better if we’re both not mad at each other.”
“I told you Freddie isn’t gonna be mad about that, Baby.”
“I don’t know.” You muttered.
“Well anyway, I’m gonna have a mouthful to hear when I get back home.” He said, changing the subject.
“Brian’s really that mad?”
“Well, he um, yeah. Think he likes you too. He was pretty odd about me taking you on the trip, and then Freddie,”
“I see,” you said, understanding. As if this wasn’t already hard, Brian liked you too. Great.
Roger turned onto your street. “But I can’t let him get my girl, now can I?”
“I’m not your girl, Roger.” You said under your breath as you pulled your hand away from him, the actions unfolding in the car making you both completely oblivious to Brian driving opposite you. Roger quickly diverted his eyes from the road to look at you in shock as he turned into the driveway of your dorm, once again pulling up to the front of the building and putting his car in park.
“Hey,” he gave you a sad smile. “At least I can say I tried.” He got out of the car and opened the door for you as you immediately got out and jumped into his arms, tears welling in your eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Roger.”
“It’s okay Ba-Love.” He corrected himself. It was shocking how quickly a nickname became custom, even if it was just adopted a couple days ago. He pushed the door shut just as Freddie reached the door to your shared dorm, confused as to who was out front. He receded back, walking into the common room and seeing the two of you on the sidewalk as he opened the window to observe.
You continued to weep. “I understand, Y/N. I don’t like it, but I understand.” He tried comforting you.
“But I know how you feel about me, and I just feel awful.” You cried. A tear slipped down his cheek.
“I know.” He whispered. He kissed your head as he broke your hug, grabbing your bags from the back seat, and setting them on the ground beside you.
“Thank you, for this weekend I mean. I’ve never felt like someone was so in love with me as you made me feel these last couple days. It was nice.” You smiled, grabbing his hand as he stood across from you.
“That love hasn’t just gone away, Y/N. Even right here as you’re dumping me, I’m still crazy about you.” He laughed.
“But Roger-”
“I know, I know. You don’t have to tell me. I know nothing I’m saying is going to change your mind. I just wanted to make sure you know how I feel while I still have the time.”
You laughed as you cried out more tears. You’d experienced heartbreak before, heartbreak from relationships that had lasted eight months to two years, yet none of them had ever hurt this bad. The two of you weren’t crying because it was the end and your attraction had died as it had with your previous boyfriends, you were crying because it was the beginning. The hope for the two of you and your beautiful relationship seemed shattered.
“I love you Roger.” You said, pressing your lips to his for the last time. It was a wet and salty kiss from each of your tears combining as they streamed down your faces.
As you pulled away, he said, “I know this is the end for now, but it doesn’t have to be, Baby. If you change your mind, you know where to find me,” he smiled as he started back toward the car.
“Thanks, Rog.” You didn’t know what else to say. His absence made you hold your stomach as you cried even harder.
“Please don’t cry.” He said, running back to you and wrapping his arms around you. It seemed like the string that was wrapped around the two of you wouldn’t let you part. You wrapped your arms around his neck, as you felt his shoulders shake.
“But you’re crying!” You laughed.
“Well ‘course I’m crying,” he said sarcastically, “my heart is being broken by the love of my life.”
“Oh, please.” You responded, a joking nature coming between the two of you.
“I almost forgot,” he smiled, reaching into his pocket. He placed a car key in your hands.
“Roger-” you gasped.
“Told you I was giving you my car.”
“I can’t accept this.”
“You’ve gotta.” he smiled. “Who’s gonna drive it when I buy my new one?” He silently mouthed ”you” as he pointed at you, making you laugh. “I just need this one until I buy my new one; should only be a couple weeks or so, but you can take the car whenever you need it, just give me a call.”
You were speechless. He embraced you in his arms one last time; you both knew this was the end.
“W- why, why are you so nice to me?” You said softly. Neither of you wanted to let go.
He lightly chuckled. “It isn’t obvious by now?”
You looked up at him with your chin on his chest awaiting his answer.
“I’m madly in love with you, Baby. Not a second has gone by this whole weekend that I don’t love you more and more. Believe me, it’s been short, but it’s real. Strongest I’ve ever felt for someone. On our trip, I realized that when you’re in love with someone, their return of affection doesn’t matter. It’s nice, but not really what you want. All I want is to make your life easier; to make you happy. As long as I do that, then I’m happy too.”
You let out a sob as you held him tighter, not sure if you were doing the right thing by letting him go.
“I’m gonna go now, Y/N. I- I think I need some time alone.” He stuttered.
You nodded understandingly, and as his went to pull away, a little chain around both of your necks was keeping you stuck together. Your necklaces had found each other once again, forming their heart as they strung the two of you together for one last fleeting moment. You both silently laughed as you reached your hand up to part your necklaces, and he walked with his head down to the drivers side of the car. “I really thought she’d say yes.” He thought.
Opening the door, he said, “I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. Always will, Baby.” With that, he got in and drove away, wiping the tears out of his eyes as he planned to drive to a bar and think for a while.
You watched him as he drove away, your sobs becoming louder as you realized what you’d done. The heartache was unbearable. You sat on your bag, unable to walk inside, and buried your face in your knees.
A couple minutes later, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, rocking you back and forth to comfort you. “It’s alright, Darling. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
My Angel, Freddie.
You thought, wrapping your arms around him.
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Once Freddie had gotten you inside, he held you in his lap on the edge of your bed as the room seemed to dim around you. He assured you everything would be okay and whispered words of comfort until you finally stopped crying. He continued running his fingers through your hair in the ear piercing silence, finally blurting out,
“Are you mad at me?”
“No Freddie, I’m not mad.” You said nonchalantly as you sat up next to him.
“Even after all I said?”
“Yeah, even after all you said.” You laughed. “I know you didn’t mean it.”
He smiled; it looked like a thousand pounds were lifted off his back. “Yeah, I didn’t mean it.” he giggled back. “You looked so mad, though.”
You’d never seen Freddie act so shy and depressed. He was acting quiet; for him that was never a good sign. You could tell he knew he was wrong. “I was mad at your impulsiveness. I’m fine joking around if it’s just us, and like I said I know you didn’t mean it. Knowing you, it probably just came out, but in front of the guys is what really got me upset. Mainly John’s reaction is what made me kind of mad.”
“I’m sorry.” He candidly admitted.
“I know you are.” You smiled, giving him a hug. “I think I’m gonna go to John’s later tonight. Him and I need to hang out more anyways.” You smiled.
“In your new car?”
“You know about that?” You said astonished.
“Oh of course I do, Darling. Watched the whole thing in the window.”
You laughed. “I’d bust on you, but I was planning on telling you what happened anyways so I guess your incessant nosy-ness saved me some breath.”
“Still have to explain what lead up to that, I’m majorly confused about the weekend.”
“I will, I promise.”
After going into detail about what you and Roger did each day and how your romance bloomed over the trip leading all the way up to your departure just minutes before, it was silent. Freddie had just listened throughout the entire thing, and you could tell after finishing your story he was stuck thinking about something. Nothing was said for a while.
“You know, you’re an absolute idiot.” He stated, seemingly out of nowhere.
“Hey! Why do you say that?” You playfully defended.
“Darling, look what you gave up. You gave up the guy of your dreams. The guy you’ve always wanted, type of guy looks and personality wise at least from what you’ve told me. I never would have expected all that from Roger. And have you seen the way he looks at you? I watched him all of rehearsal; he can’t keep his eyes off of you. I’d never seen Roger sadder than when you just broke up with him. I’ve known him for a little over a year, and been there when his parents divorced and grandmother died; neither time was his that upset. He knows what he could have with you; you can tell he sees it all now. I’m talking about a life with you, Y/N. a happiness, someone to rely on and pamper, and here you just threw it out the window.”
“Well I guess I didn't think of it that way.” You admitted.
“Obviously.” He scoffed.
“Well,” You started, already shaking at what you were about to do. “There’s another big reason for why I decided not to stay with him.”
Here goes nothing.
“Oh god, I don’t know how to tell you this.” You whispered.
Freddie nodded his head expectantly. He’d had a realization. “This is the thing I don’t know, isn’t it?”
You nodded, trying to avoid his glare of betrayal. You and Freddie told each other everything. It was a part of your unofficial roommate agreement. You always wondered if there were things he didn’t tell you, but the way he was looking at you showed he’d never lied or kept anything from you once. It made you feel awful.
“Well,” he spat, crossing his arms. “get on with it then.”
“I, uh, I-” you stuttered, “I’m going to Spain.” You blurted out, voice cracking at the end of your confession in efforts not to cry.
“That’s it? That’s what you thought you had to hide from me?”
“Well-”
“Y/N! Darling!” he laughed, “That’s nothing to hide from me! That’s so exciting! When are you to go? Maybe I could come with you!”
“I’m going for school, Freddie. I’m transferring. There was an opportunity that popped up, and I’ll be in one of the most prestigious orchestras in two years. I just didn’t know how to tell you I was leaving you because you’re really all I have, and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You were trying to hold back your tears.
“Oh.” He coughed. “Well, I-”
“Please don’t be mad,” you pled as you cut him off.
“Y/N, I’m not mad, Darling. I’m insanely proud of you.” He laughed, getting choked up as a couple tears slid down his face. “Gonna miss you like crazy, but more proud than I’ve ever been in my life.” He smiled, flinging his arms around you as you cried happy tears of relief from stressing about him being mad. “Why didn't you think you could tell me?”
“I just thought you’d be mad at me. You’ll be out of a place to live, won’t see me as much. I think it was honestly because I was afraid to lose you; didn’t want to accept that soon I wouldn’t be seeing you every day.”
“Y/N. We’re gonna be just fine. I promise you.” He said, tapping the tip of your nose with his finger. “So is this the real reason you said no to Roger?”
“Yeah,” You sadly admitted.
“Well, I can’t tell you what to do about this one, Love. This decision is up to you, you have to recognize what you can and can’t handle when you’re away.”
You nodded.
“Just give yourself time to think about it. Kay?”
“Kay.”
You took a deep breath, smiling at your friend, deeply thankful for all he’d done for you.
“I’m gonna go to John’s, okay?”
He nodded. “You calling to borrow your new car?”
“No. I think it'd be better if I didn’t see Roger so soon.”
He nodded understandably. “So?”
“So, I’m gonna walk. I think it’ll be a good time for me to clear my head.”
“Be safe.”
You rolled your eyes. He was always so worried about you, your happiness, your well being.
“I’ll be fine.” You laughed, quickly fixing your makeup as your grabbed a coat and reached for the door.
“Call me when you get there!”
“Love you, Freddie!” You smiled shaking your head as you shut the door behind you.
It was time to make things right.
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Roger walked in the door with a slight buzz, yet mainly drunk on his depression. Brian sat in a recliner, glaring at Roger as he hung his coat on the hook.
“I don’t wanna hear it right now, Brian. I just lost the love of my life.”
“You’re being dramatic, Roger. I just wanted to-”
“You just wanted to what, Bri?!” He said, throwing his hands up in the air as he sat in a chair next to him. “Make me feel even worse? Remind me how bad of a friend I am? I’m sorry, okay? Sometimes things just happen!”
Brian took a deep breath.“I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry I lost it. I just wanted her to be mine, but the decision isn’t up to me. It’s up to her. And if she chose you-”
“She didn’t choose me, mate.”
Brian was shocked. He couldn’t believe that without knowing anything, Freddie had predicted it all.
“Freddie was right about her again.” He said, shaking his head.
“I really thought she was going to, though. I damn near fell down when she decided we’d be parting ways. I really thought shed feel the same way; like we couldn’t live without each other. She’s going to Spain. That means you and I both shit out of luck. I tried to give her everything and she doesn’t care. When’d you talk to Freddie?”
“I drove him home after rehearsal. I was upset because of everything that happened between the two of you, but Freddie said he didn’t think she had made a decision. He always knows what’s up with her, even without knowing the situation. So if you want her, you have to talk to Freddie.”
Roger thought for a moment. “But I have talked to Freddie. He told me she likes chocolate covered strawberries.”
“No I mean you have to get closer with him, make it so he’ll tell her to go out with you; talk about you all the time. Not that I want you to do that, though.” Brian laughed.
“Don’t worry, mate. I don’t think I’ll be hearing from her for a long time.” Pause “Do you think we have anything to worry about with her and Fred?”
“I’ve been thinking the same thing lately. I can’t tell if they’re close or if she likes him.”
“Well then I guess we’re just gonna have to wait.” Roger said as he smiled hopefully at his friend.
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You knocked on John’s door to his apartment after about a half hour walk. He opened it with the look on his face immediately going from shocked to mad.
“Hi.”
“Please just let me explain, Deaky.”
He paused, and you were unsure of what he’d decide to do. Just as it looked like he was going to shut the door in your face, he opened all the way and slammed it shut behind you.
You sat at his kitchen table after calling Freddie, unsure of what to say as he paced behind you. It was silent for a couple minutes. You played with your hair, put on a lip gloss, ripped up a napkin in front of you- anything to keep you distracted. It was obvious the thought of you and Roger had hurt him- something you never meant to do, but it got you thinking. Why had this upset him so much? There was only one explanation:
He had feelings for you.
Although you just realized it, a part of you had always known. He was still your best friend and always had been, but realizing he had feelings explained some of his actions from the last couple years of high school, like how he asked you to prom in October, eight months early. He said he didn’t want to wait and risk losing you to someone else.
Risk losing you.
It all made sense. You glanced back at him, his auburn hair flowing behind him as he paced, his almond eyes focused in frustration. You figured a part of you had feelings for him too, or else you wouldn’t be here right now trying to fix things. You smiled at the thought of you and John dating, how happy it’d make his mom, who loved you and always gave you the consolation you lacked in your own home. If you two ended up together, it’d seem like your whole life would have came full circle.
“Why are you here?” he stated, breaking his silence as his pacing paused at a chair across from you.
He caught you off guard, and with no idea what to say, you blurted out, “I like your hair.”
He looked at you puzzled, immediately confused, so he pulled out the chair and sat down. “What?”
“Um- I… I didn’t mean that.” You felt so out of place and uncomfortable. “Well I mean I did, your hair looks great. I like it long. But that’s not why I’m here.” You let out a sigh as John blew out a puff of air, attempting to not look at you. It was silent for a moment. “I think you know why I’m here.”
“Fucking get on with it then. Guess I was a bloody idiot for not thinking this day would ever come.” He spat.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s nothing- no sense in you knowing at this point. Just get it over with.” His voice was cold and hurt. It made you feel dreadful.
“John I just wanna talk. Roger and I are over.”
His eyes perked up, figure relaxing a bit.
“So you two were together?”
“No, not really. I don’t know. I just don’t think he’s the right choice for me right now with how my life is kinda playing out. Now I know you got upset earlier, and I understand why, but there’s nothing with Roger and I anymore. In my eyes it was just like meeting someone at a bar and going home with them that night, or meeting someone on vacation. That’s happened to you before, right?” Of course that was a complete lie, you loved Roger, but you just were trying to make him happy at this point.
He nodded. “Oh, I guess I over reacted.”
You smiled, seeing you were getting through to him.
“What about the coats then?”
“Roger bought those for us before we even went on the trip. He tried real hard to get us to be a real relationship; he really likes me. But I…” You sighed. “I just don’t know.”
“Oh. I’m sorry I- Well, you know. I just- I’m sorry I don’t know how to say this.” He nervously laughed.
“I know.” You smiled, reaching across the table for his hand.
“You do?”
You nodded. “Well I mean you stormed out when you heard I had sex with another guy, asked me if I loved him. I kinda put two and two together.” You laughed.
“I was planning to ask you out a week after you got to school, did you know that?” He admitted, slightly sad yet sincere.
“You what?”
He spoke with a smile lit across his face. “Mhm. Sat there under that willow tree crying like a baby for hours after you left me. I already had the order for the flowers in to a florist near my school, had the route highlighted on the map I’d be using to drive to your dorm.” his smile faded, a look of sadness replacing it. “But that’s in the past. I’ve barely talked to you in over a year so, you know,” He laughed awkwardly. “Things change. People change.”
“Oh, John.” You gasped, hand slapping over your mouth as you tried to hold back the tears at the thought of what would have been. “I would’ve said yes.” You whispered.
He shook his head in disbelief. Angry at himself for not asking you sooner, while also angry with you for cutting him out. “You- you can't tell me that now. You messed up, Y/N. Now you’ve gotta fix it.”
“Don’t you think I know that!? Why couldn’t you have asked me earlier!?”
“Because I was afraid I’d lose you! In my eyes I couldn’t win! I’m always so fucking afraid of losing you, Y/N, yet look where we are now!” He yelled back. You both stood at the same time as your argument fumed larger.
“Well maybe if you’d have stopped being so afraid, you wouldn’t have lost me! I would have been your girlfriend! You can’t just put this all on me John,” You yelled, hands flying up in the air, “you’re the one who couldn’t ask me out!”
“You’re the one who broke my heart romantically and lost me my best friend, so yeah, maybe I could have asked you out earlier! But excuse me if I wanted to be romantic and surprise you with it while you were all alone off at college! Maybe I can take some of the blame, but a lot of this is on you, Lovely!” He yelled, an annoyed tone apparently in his voice.
“What about prom night!?!? Was that not romantic enough for you?! I got a purple dress because you say you like me in purple! I wanted to wear black! We danced just the two of us the entire night! Maybe if you made a move we’d be together!!!”
“Maybe if you made a move and didn’t cut me off none of this would be happening! He yelled, the two of you now yelling in each other’s faces.
“Maybe if you’d just shut up!” you yelled, grabbing his shoulders as you pulled him in for a kiss. His hands ran through your hair, and the kiss didn't go too far. It was so passionate from both of your anger, that it was very hard, yet there was so much behind it. Sparks seemed to fly as pent up emotions flooded around the two of you. He pulled away as you both just gasped for air.
“Did you just kiss me?” He said.
“Yeah?”
“Oh my god, you just kissed me.” He paced. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to deal with this right now.” He said.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend-“
“Offend me? Y/N, Lovely, I’ve been waiting for this for years.” He said, smiling as he walked back over to you, caressing your cheek in his hand. “I’ve missed you. You always look like a little doll.” He smiled. “I’ve missed my best friend.”
“I’ve missed you too, Deaky.” You said, tapping your finger on his nose.
“Don’t think that was me friend-zoning you, because I’m not.” He said awkwardly, and it made you laugh.
“Don’t worry, I’ve missed my best friend too.” You glanced at the clock behind him. “I really should get going. I’ve got a half hour walk and I want to be back before sundown.” You smiled.
“I’ll drive you.” he said, grabbing his keys off the counter immediately.
“Oh no that’s alright. I like walking.”
“But I don’t want anything to happen to you, I don’t want to lose you again.”
“I’ll be fine. Freddie’s waiting for me.”
“Alright,” he reluctantly agreed. “Call me when you get home?”
“Of course, just like old times.” You smiled, recollecting how John would make you call him when you got home from his house even though you just lived down the street. “Bye Deaky.” You said, kissing his cheek as you put in your coat.
“Lovely,” he started, “What does this mean for us?”
“That we’re becoming close again?” You naively said.
“You know what I mean.”
“I just can’t have a relationship right now. Are you free tomorrow? I don’t have classes Wednesday’s. I just want to explain why, where I’m going and all.”
“I’m free whenever you need me to be, Y/N.” He smiled. “What time do you want me to pick you up? We can make a day out of it, just like old times.” He smiled, reaching for your hand.
“Just like old times.” The saying made you warm and fuzzy. “Is one okay?”
“Whatever you say, Darling.” He glowed, kissing your cheek. “I’ll see you at one.”
“Kay. Bye John.” You said, hugging him as you left his apartment.
“Bye, Lovely.” He smiled, clutching his chest, the grin not leaving his face the entire night.
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After you and Freddie ate, you both were awfully tired from the eventful day and decided to go to sleep, but had never felt so empty and uncomfortable.
“Freddie, can you come lay with me?” You said in the darkness.
“Mhm.” He responded, half awake. Once he laid next to you, he was out in seconds, but it still felt like something was missing. There was no chest to put your head on, or arms to be wrapped around your waist. The only thing you had was the body heat from another person, yet you still felt the longing deep in your heart. After hours of stone cold emptiness, it was about 3:30 in the morning, when you finally couldn’t take it anymore. You quietly got up and slipped on your slippers, throwing your silk robe over your shoulders as you quietly rushed to the phone at the end of the hall, dialing the number from Freddie’s address book.
“Hello?” The voice groggily said.
“Hi, it’s Y/N. I can’t sleep. I keep thinking about how I miss having someone with me, and I know how I left things today, and was planning on taking to you tomorrow, but I had to call.”
“I can’t sleep either”
“Can you come get me?”
He sighed.
“Yup. ‘Course.” He said, grabbing a coat. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.
“Thank you.”
“No, thank you.” The smile in his voice made you giddy with excitement. As you hung up the phone, something made you look down.
The diamond in your treble clef necklace made you think about what you just had done.
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A/N- Who do you think she called?? Rog or John? I hope youre just as shook as i am!Q&A tmmw! Love y’all-C
