#queen drabble

Thanks for another request! I hope this doesn't disappoint 😁

Can I ask: 💻 + Joger 👀❤️

Congratulations again

AMORE! 🥺❤️ Thanks for the kind words hun, you're a sweetie.

And well you gave me my fave ship dwtpfibdggdubwtpsidneqadiiwodjejwj 🥰 !!

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That was their special day. John didn't forget it. He woke up early and started to prepare a special breakfast for his boyfriend. He tried to be as silent as possible so Roger didn’t wake up earlier than expected. John knew that Roger would love to have a delish breakfast in bed, they talked a lot about to surprise to the other with a homemade breakfast and anniversary would be a nice opportunity to do it.

He took the special tray for bed and started to put the whole breakfast, among his own breakfast. John was hungry but he decided to wait to take his breakfast with Roger.

He opened the room’s door and entered to the room slowly, taking care to not throw anything to the floor. When he was near to the bed, he left the tray on the floor and opened the curtains. Roger started to awake, feeling uncomfortable for the sudden light presence. 

“What the fuck Deaky…” Roger said sleeply, covering his eyes with his right forearm.

“Happy anniversary, you jerk” John said, a bit dissatisfied. “Open your damn eyes”

Roger quitted his forearm over his eyes and took his glasses. When he saw John with his favorite breakfast, started to feel bad for his response. 

“Sorry John, I-”

“No biggie, you fool” he replied, smiling. “Now let’s eat our breakfast together before the coffee is lukewarm”.

John sit on the bed and started to enjoy the breakfast with him, on bed.

"I love you, John" Roger said suddenly. "I didn't deserve such a kind and romantic partner like you"

"Bollocks, I love you as you are". John added.

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Hi everyone 💕! To celebrate the 50 years of Queen, I wanted to write on a subject I’ve never really touched before, the roadies and their work. I also decided to try again my hand on poetry, something I hadn’t touched upon in a while, and so I wrote a sonnet about the roadies 😁

Thank you again @50yearsofqueen for organising this great event! ❤

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Without them, nothing is certainly possible

The smooth run of the shows is their utmost duty

When Queen shines bright on stage and sings delightfully

Even if for the public they’re invisible

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Vivacious spirits, swift legs and deft hands, as such

Masters of the logistics, all the tech and gear

Guardians of instruments, costumes and what is dear

Their involvement and presence matters very much

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Outside of shows, they can be friends and companions

Living many stories through all kinds of missions

During travels, adventures, but also respite

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The mothership: four pilots, one hard-working crew

They don’t get the spotlight but deserve the credit

So to the many Queen’s roadies, a big thank you

Request: Hello darling! If you're not overwhelmed with requests to write, could you do a little fic where Roger Taylor protects the reader from some creepy guy? Thank you! 

Thank you love, it has been way too long! <3

You lay your hand on the rough paintwork that coats the bar door and slowly creak it open, the splinters slicing neatly through your fingertips as little bits of paint crumble to the floor. Glancing behind your back to make sure he wasn’t following you, you braved it out into the cool night air.

The hinges squeal as though they are a warning, but their plea is silenced by a wall of noise. A sharp smell of drink wafts out with you, followed the dank stench of cigarette smoke, like black plumes bellowing from the windows of a burning house. 

It was even eerier out on the sidewalk; the side alley you dipped into should have been thronging with bar commuters by this time of day. The litter instead blew like tumbleweed in the sharp November wind, the silence pressed in on you and all you could hear was the beating of your own heart, as well as the slight fizz of the streetlamp as it flickered auburn and back onto the tar of the empty road.

And then suddenly, it’s not empty.

He had followed you out.

His bloodshot eyes twitch uncomfortably under his slightly unkempt hair. He speaks with a brazen, yet intimidating voice; booming without flinch; his presence drains anyone's elated feelings, seemingly absorbing it for is own selfish self, leaving those around his child-like persona deflated and diffused. Bold gluttonous lightening feed into his cutting scythe; fuelling it for it's next unlucky encounter, which just happened to be you.

‘Hello beautiful, haha, what’s your name?’

‘Look, I’m not interested sir-’

‘What’s someone as beautiful as you doing out here, ha, what’s someone like you doing alone, you shouldn’t have to be alone out in the pitch dark, gorgeous. I can protect you, you know, I can keep you warm, and safe.’

The man is a charm to be sure. He has the right twinkle in his eyes and a voice that is more warm than sunlight on amber, with just the right hint of menace to make you back away, your hand sliding over the brick wall as the man frowns, following your every step. There's something in the way he looks at you too, like he's doing so much more than just taking in your form like others do. In that way his own face starts to look like a mask, controlled in order to have a particular effect on you. You mentally put in your ear plugs and find a reason to leave, any excuse, as his form hunches over yours and you can feel his breathe against your cheek, all warm and sickly sweet.

‘Look, I really need to go find my boyfriend-’

‘No need love, he’s right here. And who, might I ask, is this asshole?’

Before he could reply he was ripped off of you by an unknown person. Once you looked up you saw that it was Roger, anger flaring in his eyes as the man desperately tries to break free from his hands, but his fists had scrunched so hard into his shirt that his pathetic punches against Roger’s leather jacket were like rain drops hitting against the ocean.

He throws the man to the floor with a hissed warning, ‘don’t touch her again, or I won’t be so pleasant, next time.’

‘I believe it’s the ladies choice, pretty boy,’ he says with a crooked smile, spitting out a little blood onto Roger’s shoes as he looks up at you, licking his bottom lip slightly.

Roger scrunches up his face in disgust as he walks over to you, grabbing your hand to make sure you were alright, the two of you barely noticing a wild eyed Brian flying out the door with John on his heels, having heard the scuffle outside and fearing they would have to hold Roger back.

A/N: oops this contains some hot takes (in my opinion) but this is what i wholeheartedly believe. enjoy !!!!!!!!!

Freddie: Gryffindor

okay this mans is 100% a gryffindor

like this should not be a surprise to anyone

first off, we all know that harry potter is 100% problematic and loses house points for them all the time

now imagine freddie

he would totally make gryffindor lose points on a daily basis just because he was being himself

gryffindors are also judgemental

and freddie is the king of the judgmental face

we all know this

it takes approximately three (3) minutes hanging out with a gryffindor before you get into some ~*trouble*~

freddie’s parties were def the same way, y’all

3 min in ?????? things got fucking insane

it’s hard to admit this, but without gryffindor, there wouldn’t be much of a story for hogwarts

because not much shit would go down

and hogwarts would be a whole lot safer

and the same is true for queen

like, without freddie, queen wouldn’t have much of a story either !!

moving into gryffindor qualities:

brave-

this honestly doesn’t need much of an explanation

an lgbtq+ icon

went through AIDS during the 80s (such a scary time)

did not give a single fuck about what anyone thought of him

is the actual definition of bravery

loyal-

not to be dramatic, but freddie would have died for any of the other boys

he loved them so fucking much

i hope they know that oof

although he had his moments, freddie was so loyal to all the guys and was/is so fucking amazing ugh

wise-

because of his life experience and different outlook on life, i feel like that made freddie so wise

he had all of these different perspectives compared to a lot of other people

and he would showcase these perspectives in his music

freddie was just so fucking amazing, my heart

i think freddie is muggle born

and he owns it !!!!

he is so proud of his heritage but is also so into the fact that he’s a wizard

freddie is the cutest gryffindor ever awwww

plus he’d look amazing in scarlet and gold

Brian: Ravenclaw

this choice should come as no surprise as brian harold may is a true and true ravenclaw

we’re going to start off with how ravenclaws are all so goddamn cool and intelligent ????? like wow, no one can top that shit

brian may is literally a rockstar and astrophysicist and that’s some hardcore ravenclaw energy right there

ravenclaws are also so hardcore interested in the universe

they nut for philosophical conversations and that sort of shit

look at luna lovegood for example

this girl always had the coolest and most interesting shit to say

she is also so fucking smart and no one really believed it for a hot minute and that makes me so angry

ravenclaws also have the ability to see past the surface of what’s in front of them

brian totally has the ability to see past the front that someone has so carefully put up and would get to know you for who you are

also, he looked up at the stars one day and saw them for so much more than glittery things in the sky

it sparked such a passion in him

ravenclaws also take friendship so fucking seriously

friendships are cherished so much within ravenclaw, sometimes even more than their cleverness

bringing up my girl luna again

we find out in deathly hallows that luna literally had decorated her room with portraits of her best friends in the entire world

and all of these paintings have a thin golden chain weaving around them to connect them that literally reads the words “friends” over and over

that’s some cute ass (and kind ass) shit right there

moving into ravenclaw qualities:

intelligence-

we all already know that this man is smart as shit

he has a fucking phd

(i’m repeating this for emphasis) a phd

in space dust !!!!!!!!!!

like this mans started his phd, went and became a member of one of the biggest bands of all time, and then literally went back and finished his phd

he is so smart it makes me want to cry

creativity-

what’s so amazing about bri’s creativity is that it all derives from how fucking smart he is

look at the songs he’s written... like, he’s a musical genius

and even on the songs he didn’t write, he was still super helpful with coming up with the guitar lines which is fucking sick as hell

they’re all so fucking good too

we stan a creative king

acceptance-

from a young age i think brian realized that his interests were probably a lot different than his peers

not only was he constantly thinking about the stars and what was going on in the universe, he also had such a passion for music

this prob led to him standing out from everyone else in a good way

and he had to come to terms with it 

but boy did he bc look at him now, that rockin’ space man

tbh i see brian being a half-blood

because he’d have understanding of both the wizard and muggle worlds

something that would benefit his intelligence even further

the tea is that brian may is such a perfect ravenclaw it makes my heart hurt

Roger: Gryffindor

ok so we are starting this out with the fact that roger meddows taylor is in no way a slytherin

he is a gryffindor in the same way the weasley twins are gryffindors

they’re all so fucking cheeky (sorry for using british slang as an american, we just don’t have a term to perfectly embody what they all are)

rog is chaotic in a gryffindor way and not in a slytherin way

gryffindors literally die if the attention isn’t on them and that’s just the tea

they are always constantly throwing themselves into shit they have no reason to be involved in

this boy would literally throw hissy fits all the damn time and that is true gryffindor energy

HE LOCKED HIMSELF IN A CUPBOARD BECAUSE HE DID NOT GET HIS WAY FOR FUCKS SAKE

in summary, roger meddows taylor invented being the boy in the cupboard before harry potter

gryffindors are also a bit arrogant about the fact that they’re gryffindors

sorry, it’s the truth

and roger literally lives up his own asshole

which is really hot but besides the point

they also think their opinion is best

always

we’re bringing up i'm in love with my car again because this boy would not fucking let it go

tbh he prob thought that song deserved song of the year... lbr

gryffindors break the rules all the god damn fucking time and always get away with it

literally rog with anything

that boy probably could have killed a man and everyone would’ve been like ????? did u see something ?????? he’s got all my uwus, that sweet lil murder baby

also gryffindors are hella hot headed

“he would fly off the handle all the time” -brian may

he would throw televisions out the window

the literal definition of hot headed

moving into gryffindor qualities:

brave-

this boy gave literally zero (0) fucks about what anyone thought of him

his friends used to call him rainbow and he WENT WITH IT

toxic masculinity in reference to his wardrobe ????? not here !!!!!!!!!!!!

loyal-

despite all the fights he’d get into with the boys, he loved them so fucking much and could never imagine himself without them right there

like yeah, they disagreed a lot

a lot, a lot

but they’d always come back together in the end

cunning-

FIRST OF ALL, ROGER TAYLOR IS SO FUCKING SMART AND FUCK ALL OF Y’ALL WHO MAKE HIM SEEM LIKE THE DUMB MEMBER OF THE BAND

because he isn’t

ok tea, to be cunning, you gotta be smart

also, he could be quite cunning with the ladies & we all know this

like damn, that man could say “butterbeer” into my ear and i would probably cum

also rog is def skillful and used his cunningness to get what he wanted in the end

i'm in love with my car being the b-side of bo rhap ???? yeah, he played the band like a fucking harp

i think rog would be a pure-blood

prob because he can be so cocky (and most pure-bloods are seriously so cocky about the fact that they’re pure-bloods)

even harry could get cocky about it sorry but it’s the truth

also rog looks like a lion and gryffindors literally nut about lions

John: Slytherin

i’m going to start this by saying i know this is a hot take but john being a slytherin is seriously one thing i hold so close to my fucking heart. don’t @ me

we’re going to start off with the fact that even when he had his soft™ moments, he still exudes chaotic energy 100000% of the time

john is the most chaotic member of the band and he knows it too

as a slytherin, i can honestly say that we are literally the most chaotic people in the world

slytherins also exude big dick energy 10000% of the time

john is the perfect representation of this

his bde is seriously off the charts, holy fuck

slytherins will push you to succeed

this is because we have so much confidence

sometimes our confidence is confused for cockiness though, not all confidence is cocky !!!!!

guess what ??? that confidence we possess goes toward other people too !!

john ????? yeah we all know how supportive he was towards the other boys

seriously wants nothing more than for them to succeed

he still is that way

moving into slytherin qualities:

resourcefulness- 

THIS MAN MADE HIS OWN FUCKING AMP?!?! LIKE, HE LITERALLY BUILT THAT SHIT ON HIS OWNNNN

he also loved to discuss how much he loves diy projects in written interviews (as a fun pastime of his)

lemme tell you, diy-ers are the most resourceful bitches ever

seriously, go speak to your local diy-er

they could probably make a refrigerator out of a toothpick, three thumbtacks, and a litter box

cunning- 

this mans was known as the “shy” and “more reserved” member of queen (which we have all learned isn’t the fucking case)

he literally let himself slip under the public radar despite having such chaotic energy

he ran with that shy boy™ title and played us for so long

not that i'm mad but like, damn boi

ambition- 

this bitch literally got an honors degree in electronics while queen was recording a fucking album

he literally sat his FINAL EXAMINATIONS WHILE RECORDING A DAMN FUCKING ALBUM

sorry but if that ain’t ambition idk what is

it’s also hella sexy he did that oops

fraternity- 

john richard deacon, born the 19th of august 1951, embodies the definition of the word fraternity 

he loved each of the other members of queen with his whole fucking heart

the definition of fraternity is “the state or feeling of friendship and mutual support within a group” and john literally did that

the tea is that i think john would be a pure-blood

but he wouldn’t be a dick about it

but like, he’s definitely a pure-blood

and slytherins are most commonly pure-bloods

which sucks because muggle borns and half-bloods are dope af

also, john could be such a sneaky snake, don’t test me

plus, you can’t be that fucking kinky (ya know, freaky deaky if you will) and not be a slytherin

sorry, i don’t make the rules.

john and roger in japan. tokyo sky tree escapades !

“So what’s up there exactly?”

John just skips over, a grin fleeting over his face as he tilts his head at him. His ridiculous hair is a mahogany cloud over his head, bouncing and lively as he walks in that casual stride of his with his hands stuck inside the pockets of his coat.

“You’ll see.”

There is that mischievous smile of his, again, plastered on his lovely face as he tilts his head, and Roger curses at the way his heart misses a beat, the calm rhythm messing up at something so simple, yet breathtaking in a way that makes him wonder if this is what life has got to offer. When people say the world is beautiful, they must’ve confused it for John.

They walk towards the ticket office, and Roger keeps himself behind John, tailing after him as the other strides towards the counter with the legs that seem to go on for miles. And then he’d talk to the workers in what he said to be ‘basic Japanese,’ even if it’s enough to charm and sweep Roger off his feet with how effortless he does things in his own way, but still manages to be as awkwardly graceful as ever, that subtle, perfect imperfection.

“Sumimasen…”

Roger uses this moment to take a look around him. The lobby is in a somewhat moderate state, when there isn’t too many tourists hogging the place. The workers are visibly more lax, easy smiles fleeting over their faces as they bow.

John skips over to him, waving two pamphlets, eyes turning up into two crescents that makes Roger’s weak little heart melt.

“Rog, let’s go.”

One moment they’re getting into the elevator in a line of fours, ears ringing from the pressure, and the next moment, they’re 300 metres up in the air.

John is smiling next to him, always so giddy over trivial things like Tokyo’s night lights. He’s bouncing slightly on his feet, and Roger bites into his own lip to tamper down a smile. He looks like a child in his own element, even if he said that he’d been here twice before - but it seems as if no matter how many times he comes, it’s always beautiful.

The thing is, Roger isn’t really into views. He finds them boring – it’s just one thing to see, and then feel amaze at, and then you go. Nothing worth paying.

But when he sees John leaning over the railing with his face illuminated by the city lights beyond them, a small smile plastered on his face, Roger finds himself in love with the view right in front of his eyes.

(OOH OOH YES I’m gonna do Roger but flip it around a lil and make this a Sugar Daddy Roger drabble)

“Another credit card?!” you heard Roger cry out from the kitchen.

You had both just come back in from a walk in the garden, and he grabbed the mail on his way in. You had completely forgotten about the credit card you had signed up for just last week. 

You cringed from where you sat in the living room, the sound of his footsteps getting louder as he came to join you. He stopped in front of you on the couch, holding the paper in his hands. His bright blue eyes stared down at you as you gave him your best innocent look.

“Darling I’ve told you, whenever you need money, just tell me! You don’t need to be putting yourself in debt!”

“I know, but I still want to have some sense of independence, Rog! You let me live under your roof, you buy me all sorts of extravagant gifts… I have a job and my own money, I have to do something with it. Maybe I want to buy you gifts for once…”

His hunched shoulders deflated, a small smile playing on his lips as he sat next to you on the couch, taking your hand in his.

“I know, dear. I know I shouldn’t get so worked up and worried… I just feel a certain level of responsibility with you,” he kissed the back of your hand. “I don’t want to fail you,” he finished softly.

“Fail me? Oh Rog…”

You pulled him into a tight hug, pulling back just a bit to kiss him soundly.

“You could never, old man.” You smiled brightly at him, your hand on his cheek gently stroking his white whiskers.

“Old man, huh?” 

He pushed you over onto your back, climbing on top of you as you giggled.

Single-Shot Macchiato (Reader x Roger Taylor Drabble)

Summary: You and Roger shared a heated debate on usual barista things until a customer called you out for supposedly distracing Roger who seemmed to have had his eyes on you this whole while

Word Count: 798 words

A/N: I wrote this on the way back from work. So a little context, I work at Starbucks and got transferred to a new store when I experienced a customer calling out my fellow barista on apparently getting distracted by me. Like he was implying that my co-worker was staring at me the whole time which was why he kept screwing up the drink. It was hella awkward for me, because i'm new to the store and I barely knew the guy (and like hello?? no one noticed me, what is this???) so I decided to write little about it instead, heh.

"So just to repeat, you've got a Tall Cappuccino and a Single Shot Macchiato," you clarified with the customer: a relatively old man, clad in white long sleeves and adorable suspenders, nodded in return, "anything else?"

"That's it, thank you," he smiled before waving off to the other side of the counter to await for his newly ordered drinks.

You marked his drinks accordingly on the labels and pasted them on their appropriate mugs before handing them to Roger, the only other barista on shift aside from you, while you tended on the Frappuccino drinks from the previous order.

"What's this?" he pulled out the second label.

"Single Shot Macchiato," I said.

"But why is it on this cup?"

He held up the little espresso mugs that I had pasted the label on.

"Because it's just a Macchiato?" you said as if it was the most obvious thing and then carried on with your Frappuccinos.

The striking sound of the steamer frothing the milk had interrupted the comfortable silence between the both of you until Roger spoke up again.

"The receipt printed S which obviously stands for short so you should have given me the short cup not the espresso cup."

You filled the cup with the Frappuccino and crossed over beside him where the whipped cream had been. From here on, you realized how the man was still waiting for his two hot coffees and was intently watching how they were being made.

"No, Roger," you said lowly, "The receipt says S because it stands for Single Shot Macchiato. We serve Macchiatos in small espresso cups because Macchiato essentially means espresso with a dash of foam on top."

He shook his head, completely dismissing what you had just said, "I really don't think so."

You rolled your eyes and finished up the frappe before heading towards the end of the counter, where the man had been waiting, to call out for the Frappuccino you had just made.

"Caramel Frappuccino-"

"You're distracting him," the man said with a subtle smirk which only threw you off. Was he mad or was he trying to be friendly?

You stared at him blankly before he continued, "he had been eyeing on you this whole while and can't get the drink right because you're distracting him."

Before you could respond, the girl that had ordered the Frappuccino collected her drink so you greeted, "Thank you! Have a great day!"

You took this as an opportunity to turn away and hide your face. Whether you were blushing due to embarrassment or to the fact that he might have been right about Roger, you felt the need to hide your face and distract yourself and so you did; you continued washing the blender you had used for the Frappuccinos.

"I'm right aren't I, young man," the man said with a smile in his face, "You keep getting distracted by her."

Roger poured in the milk meticulously for the cappuccino before looking up, "Yes, sir."

Your eyes widened and you turned, you expected him to decline this man's insinuation.

"She keeps telling me all these wrong procedures about the drinks," he carried his two drinks over to him, "and it is indeed distracting."

"I didn't mean it that way," he chuckled, "I see it in the way you stare at her. I've been there myself, you know."

"Of course you have," Roger paused to look at the tag to find his name, "Christopher."

The man took his two drinks on a tray and said, "Try being nice to her every now and then. I'm sure she'd appreciate that better."

"Will do, sir," Roger smiled and thoroughly internalized what the stranger had just said.

The concept of him being entranced by you was nothing but a perplexing misunderstanding - or at least he thought but the longer he let it ponder in his head, the more it seemed to have made sense.

Whatever comfortable silence you had a few minutes ago had slowly disintegrated into an awkward silence. These banters and disagreements happened too often that it became your social lingo with him; it was the norm.

"I'm telling you S stands for single, if he had ordered for two shots, I would have seen a D for Doppio which would mean two shots - Nevertheless both is served in the espresso cups, not the short-"

He chewed on the side of his mouth as he wiped the steaming wand clean, "Oh, love, that's not the only D you would have seen."

You rolled your eyes and smiled, "Roger, you are impossible and real mature."

"It's still Short by the way not Single," he insisted proudly.