#joe!john

[brian-roger-deaky-and-fred]

Me, on my way to work at 6:45 am, harmonizing with I'm In Love with My Car like it's Ave Maria.

[anerdquemoraaolado]

Have you guys seen this?

Gwilym posted the first two some days ago, Joe posted the third one some months ago, deleted scenes from the movie

[youre-in-the-psycho-circus]

Halloween Haunts

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader, Joe Mazzello (platonic)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,921

Summery: Ben and (Y/N) are visiting Joe in New York during spooky season, and insists the group celebrates Halloween properly, by going to a haunted house. 

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“No, Joe, come on, I don’t want to go. It just sounds like a waist of money.” Ben complained crossing his arms stubbornly over his chest as he sat on Joe’s couch in his tiny New York apartment. He had opted to visit the actor as the blonde and his girlfriend made their way to LA for some prep work for Ben’s next project. (Y/N), being his official personal dresser on all his films naturally accompanied him as this would be a costume fitting visit. She stood in the kitchen of Joe’s flat helping him prepare a stir fry for their dinner that evening. Joe had practically begged for her help stating the apartment was likely to go up into flames if she didn’t apply her ‘magic touch’ as he so called it. Truth be told, he was just using it as an excuse to make Ben jealous, and with the female in on the joke, it was working quite well.

The American actor turned to the Brit with a side eyed glare. “Did you really think that you were going to come for a visit over spooky season and get out of going to a haunted house? No, you’re in America, you’re both doing Halloween the right way.” Joe chuckled to himself. He knew that when it came to Halloween no country went as hard at it as America, and he wanted to show the couple just what they had been missing out on. “Come on Ben, don’t be such a stick in the mud, (Y/N) wants to go, right (Y/N/N)?” Joe looked over at the (h/c) female with hopeful eyes slinging an arm over her shoulder. He knew that Ben would’ve been a little resistant given that he could be a bit stubborn, just like his Bohemian Rhapsody counterpart, when he wanted to be, but he also knew that (Y/N) was capable of convincing the blonde to do just about anything she wanted. “Help me out here.” He mouthed silently to the female.

(Y/N) giggled silently at Joe’s desperateness before taking her eyes from her chopping of veggies to look at her boyfriend. “It sounds like fun to me!” She smiled at the blonde.

“You? The girl who absolutely hates all things horror films and jump scares, want to go to a haunted house?”

“You’re not just trying to get out of this because you’re not fond of them either, are you?”

“No! Of course not!” The blonde scoffed, waving her off much too quickly to be sincere before turning his gaze away from the pair as they began to snicker very slightly. The very idea that he, of all people, would be scared of going to an attraction set up to spook children was impish on their part. “I just don’t see why we’re wasting our time doing something that was made for kids.”

“It’s certainly not a waste of time! Dude trust me when I say that Blood Manor isn’t for the faint of heart. My friend Sebastian and I went there last year with a couple of dates, and we were screaming just as much if not more than they were.” Joe chuckled softly at the fond memory.

“Sounds like a good time to me!” (Y/N) smiled brightly, as much as she detested being scared, there was something about having it done on purpose during the Halloween season that intrigued her so. Joe had gone on and on about this place in their WhatsApp conversation, she wanted to see what the big fuss was all about. “Come on Ben. Please?” She pleaded with her best puppy dog eyes knowing the blonde could never resist them.

“No, don’t you dare give me those eyes.” He groaned annoyed at his one weakness as he turned away from the pair. “I’m not going.”

Joe looked over at (Y/N) with a sigh of defeat, shrugging as he went back to cooking his portion of the meal. She raised a hand, silently reassuring the older actor that she had a plan to get the stubborn blonde to agree to go. “Alright if you insist, guess I’ll just have to cower in fear in Joe’s arms, and you know how much he’ll like that.” She smirked mischievously at the blonde as he stiffened ever so slightly. She had struck the proper nerve. He knew very well that his friend thought that his girlfriend was attractive. She had even admitted to having a wet dream that involved him one night…well actually it had been a threesome with all of them, but the details were unimportant in Ben’s mind. He turned to see his American friend with his arm around his girlfriend again, this time around the female’s waist, both with innocent smiles plastered to their lips.

And this is how Ben now found himself stood in a rather long queue in the heart of New York’s Tribeca District, arm protectively latched around his girlfriend’s waist as she and Joe chatted about how unbelievably excited, they were for the spooky haunts that were surely to come their way. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Ben groaned loudly, interrupting (Y/N) and Joe’s excited chatter.

“Sorry to mildly inconvenience you.” Joe chuckled.

“Yeah, come on Ben, lighten up! This is supposed to be fun.” She smiled, gently pecking the blonde’s cheek.

“I just don’t see the point.”

“Dude, you’ve got to listen to your girlfriend more.” Joe rolled his eyes. “Like she literally just said, it’s to have FUN! F-U-N! Don’t make me sing the SpongeBob song.”

“I’m begging you please don’t.” Ben rolled his eyes.

“Look we’re up next!” (Y/N) cheered excitedly as they stepped up next to the door into the haunt.

Their hearts quickened with excitement as the whole event became a bit more real. They were finally next! “You may enter, but you may never see the light of day again.” The employee running the door laughed evilly.

“Woo! Let’s get our Spook on!” Joe cheered walking in first, (Y/N) behind, with Ben bringing up the rear. It was dark much too dark for any of them to see. They hadn’t even been inside for ten seconds before Ben felt someone grab his arm and yell in his ear. Ben let out a yell of surprise, only to groan as the laughter of Joe met his ear. “Ha, I knew you could get scared.”

“Oh, piss off, would you?” Ben spat bitterly into the darkness.

They made their way through the attraction, and as time went on Ben was not ashamed to admit that he was, in fact, spooked. (Y/N) found herself laughing more often than not at Ben and Joe’s reactions than screaming herself a lot of the time. Joe was known amongst the BoRaph community for his screaming, his videos often devolving to him screaming like an absolute maniac a lot of the time. The haunted house was no exception, but the best moment by far for the female was when Joe jumped into Ben’s arm as one of the actor’s rushed him and the pair of them stood their screaming like Shaggy and Scooby-Doo frightened at a monster.

At one point they reached a pretty mellow part of the haunted house about halfway through where the actors were standing menacingly around the room. (Y/N) had somehow managed to bring up the rear of the group and was still visibly shaken by their last haunt. Having a bit of cluster phobia, she also wasn’t fond of how close the actors in this particular room were getting to the group, particularly her. So, when one stepped in front of her not allowing her to pass as Joe and Ben proceeded through a door, she felt a lump form in her throat. “Ben!” She called as they backed her into a wall. The boys looked back to see a sick grin on one of the actors faces as they waved through the door before, they closed it. “Ben!” She called through the door, screaming after one of the actors screamed at her.

Ben paced back and forth worriedly, waiting for the door to reopen. “Bro relax, they picked her as the scared one in our group, they’re just playing up separation anxiety.” Joe tried to calm his visibly worrying friend.

“I know, I know.” Ben tried to wave him off. “I just don’t like be separated from her in a place like this.”

Joe smirked evilly. “Is somebody scared?”

“Scared for her.” Ben glared. Joe gave him a knowing look. “Alright fine, I’m scared, this has been scary. But this for me right now is the scariest of all. The fact that I can hear her screaming my name from behind a door knowing there is absolutely nothing that I can do to help her.”

“God Ben, why can’t you be like that with me?” Joe chuckled.

“When you have tits like hers then I’ll consider it.” The blonde rolled his eyes.

“Plastic surgery does wonders.” Joe winked as the door opened again and (Y/N) came rushing through.

She ran immediately into the blonde actor’s arms, whimpering very slightly. “You’re okay, you’re okay.” Ben gently cooed to her, holding her tightly. “What did they do?”

“Nothing just cluster phobia and…well you not being there to protect me…” She looked up at him with sad eyes.

“I’m always going to protect you no matter what.” Ben told her proudly. “Nothing scares me.”

At the end of the haunted house, a man with a chainsaw appeared out of nowhere and rushed the group. Joe had fallen oven on top of (Y/N) preventing them from getting up as the rubber chainsaw thrust in his face. Ben however was still standing, and fight or flight instincts kicking in with the exit being right there, bolted from the attraction. “You alright?” Joe asked getting off of (Y/N) helping the hysterically laughing female off the ground.

“Yeah, let’s go find him before he runs all the way to LA instead of taking our flight tomorrow.”

“Well he does like to make everything harder for himself.” Joe laughed as they exited the haunted house together finding the blonde hunched over trying to catch his breath a few meters away from the door. “So now we know, we ever need to get Ben to run fast, we just get a guy with a chainsaw.”

“Fuck off.” Ben spat at his friend, a laugh escaping his lips.

(Y/N) walked over and draped herself over his back, holding him softly as she laughed wholeheartedly. “So, nothing scares you, huh?”

“Just guys with chainsaws.” Ben chuckled.

“My hero.” She retorted with an eyeroll, gently pecking his cheek.

“Actually, I think that would be me, after all, I did shield you with my body.” Joe pointed out. “So, where’s my kiss?”

“Think again Mazzello.” Ben grunted, standing up right before pulling (Y/N) into his embrace again. “Scared or not, she’s mine to protect and mine alone.” He smirked proudly before kissing the top of her head. The rev of a chainsaw erupted from behind them, sending the group into a screaming fit again. They hadn’t realized chainsaw guy was still lurking behind them. “God fucking damn it.” Ben laughed, his heart racing yet again.

“See? Told you it’d be scary.” Joe laughed as they started to walk back to the subway. “And you thought it’d be a waste of money.

“You were right.” (Y/N) giggled softly, leaning her head on Ben’s shoulder. “American’s go hard at Halloween.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

[deacied]

bohemian rhapsody and everything is the same but joe mazzello is as tall as john deacon

[gayspamer]

Joe at interviews (Part 1/?) 

[liliah39]

For the one shots, what about reader is a fifth member of Queen and John cheats on her, and so they break up. And a month later at a concert just before it ends, John grabs the microphone and starts talking about how sorry he is and then “Your My Best Friend” starts playing from Freddie Brian and Roger. And John walks up to her and whispers how sorry he is. And the crowd starts chanting “Take Him Back” and reader takes him back and they hug and kiss. Sorry that was long.

Glimmer (Chapter 1) : John Deacon x Reader 

A/N: This oneshot is actually going to be the beginning of a little 4-5 chapter John x Reader Mini-series! It has nothing to do with CLGOL, but I have some other asks for John oneshots that seem like they could all be worked into the same storyline, so I figured I’d do that. This one is for you, my love @deakysmisfire -C

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Word Count: 3.3K

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September, 1976:

You and the boys were performing in Hyde Park tonight, news stations stuck in every corner waiting to grab one of the five of you in hopes to get a new piece of information about the band. You were sitting in your dressing room with your hair and makeup just finished as you slipped into your first performance outfit, sighing as you once again were upset by John’s absence.

 Nothing would ever compare to the heart wrenching feeling you experienced a little over a month ago when you wandered back to yours and John’s hotel room after a crazy party following a concert to unlock the door and find him drunkenly fucking another girl. 

A girl who looked like you.

 Same hair color. 

Same skin tone. 

Even same body shape. 

It was like an out of body experience as you watched him pounding into her from behind as she was bent over the bed. A gasp of disgust and heartbreak left your throat as you slammed the door, tears flooding out of your eyes as his movement came to a halt, head turning to look at you in the entryway, his eyes growing wide, immediately pulling out of the girl and stumbling to find his pants. He looked at you. He looked at the girl. He looked at you again. 

“Fuck.” He muttered. “Get out. Get the fuck out of here now!” He screamed at her. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” 

“I thought I could get you to think I was her! I wanted to know what it was like! I’ve been following you for years now, and you still chose her over me!” She cried as she pulled on a shirt, slamming the door behind her.

 “I don’t even know your name!” He slurred. 

“John,” You shuddered. “What the fuck?”

“Y/N please, I didn’t mean it,” he pleaded, slurring his words as he stumbled over to you.

“You drink too much.” You managed to get out as you hurriedly gathered your belongings to get out of his hotel room as soon as possible. 

“Baby, you know this isn’t normal for me,” he cried. “I think she drugged me.” 

You let out a laugh in disbelief at his seemingly absurd comment. “Yeah, right John. I know how the other three are. I can’t believe I thought you were different.” You cried. 

“Y/N, Baby, please. We’ve been together for three years, Baby please don’t do this,” he cried as he sat on the edge of the bed, face in his hands as he realized what just happened.

“I didn’t do anything, John.” You retorted. “Never have, either. I’m leaving because of what you just did.” By the way you glared at him, if looks could kill he’d be dead. 

“You’re leaving me?” He cried, springing to his feet.

 “Yes, John, what else to you fucking expect me to do? I just walked in to see you fucking another girl!” You cried as you ran to the door. 

“Wait!” he said, grabbing your wrist. “I thought she was you.” He cried. 

“You’re pathetic.” You spat at him, opening the door and slammed it in his face. 

You spent the next couple tour dates in your cousin Roger’s room until they could book ahead enough for five rooms instead of four. When you got to Roger’s room that night, you were a crying mess with your belongings spilling out of your arms, Roger quickly kicking out the girl he had in his room to pull you inside and find out what had you so upset. You dropped your clothes right inside the door as he pulled you in for a tight hug, letting you cry out your heart wrenching cries until the account of what had just happened came spilling out of you.

 He grew tense, the blood boiling in his veins, as he remembered what he told John all those years ago. “If you hurt her, I’ll fucking kill you.” 

Roger broke himself of your embrace, deaf to your cries trying to get him to stop as you watched from the doorway as Roger burst into John’s hotel room. You heard him pin John against the wall, as he screamed, “What the fuck is wrong with you? That’s my cousin! She’s like my baby sister, John! What the fuck?”

John just cried the whole time, “I thought it was her, I promise Roger. I’d never do anything to hurt her. I love her. Please, Rog.” as Roger beat him senseless, Brian quickly running down the hall and pulling him off of John as Freddie called an ambulance. It wasn’t bad, but Roger had broken his nose and gave him two bad black eyes. The band had never come so close to breaking up. You were the fourth to join the band per Roger’s request due to your all around musicianship at singing, piano and guitar, but they still needed a bassist, and so John joined a week or so after you had. 

For a couple days, you and Roger talked about breaking off and starting something with just the two of you called The Taylor’s, but after some very heated discussions with the other three, the five of you decided you could all act like adults for the well-being of the band and your fans. 

Of course the whole thing was covered by the media- they ate it up like it was candy. Everyone knew the next morning what had happened, John had cheated on you and Roger beat him up for it, you and Roger almost leaving the band. Your names were at the top of every newspaper. Of course John had been inconsolable throughout the entire process, Freddie told you he cried every night, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him, because you were still hurting too. When John was in the hospital, they had done some blood tests and found out that the girl had, in fact, drugged him. But no matter how many times Freddie, Roger, and Brian told you, trying to explain that it really wasn’t his fault, you just couldn’t get the image of him fucking another girl out of your mind. You missed him terribly; were crying yourself to sleep every night too, but you just couldn’t do it. Couldn’t go back to him. 

Now, in your dressing room at Hyde Park, you prepared for another show when you heard a knock at the door, hearing your cousin call your name on the other side.

 “Come on in Rog,” you smiled, pulling him in for a tight embrace. “Just the person I needed to see right now.”

 “Yeah? Must be that cousinly intuition thing.” He smirked. “How’re you doing with the whole thing?”

“Oh, um, I’m alright.” You sadly smiled, knowing he was talking about John. “Miss him. Don’t want to, but I do.” 

“I know.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “Just wanted to warn you, there’s a whole swarm of reporters waiting for you to come out right outside your door; all of ‘em wanna hear from the lady of the hour.” He smiled.

 “Okay. Tell them I’ll be out in a minute,” you said, waving him off as you hurriedly did your last minute preparations.

 “Oh,” he said, just as he placed his hand on the doorknob, “I can’t tell you what I’m talking about, but just so you know, I was out voted and I’m sorry in advance.” He said sincerely as he slipped out the door, leaving you majorly confused. 

You finished getting ready and grabbed a couple bottles of water as you left the room, immediately engulfed by the flashing of cameras and dozens of reporters yelling your name.

 “Everyone shut the fuck up for a moment!” You screamed, smiling at your ability to control the crowd. “I’ll answer three questions, so make them good. You.” You decided, pointing at an NBC reporter.

 “Miss Taylor, what made you all decide to do a free concert? People are predicting this to be the biggest turn out for a concert yet, with over 150,000 people. Does that scare you?”

 “Oh I don’t know, it’s something we’ve been talking about for a while.” You smiled. “We love the idea of giving back to our fans, so we thought doing a free concert would be really nice. And no, the amount of people doesn’t scare me one bit; no matter if it was 50 people or 150,000, we’d still all put in the same amount of effort to our performance. To me, the number is just a beautiful representation of how many people we have affected with our music.” 

The journalists furiously scribbled down what you had said on their notes, once again screaming your name. 

“Alright…” you searched. “You?” You said, pointing at one to your right a few rows back. 

“I know that you’ve done some modeling with Prada outside of Queen. Can you give us any hints about the new winter collection? What made you start modeling? Any new projects in that aspect?” 

And then you saw it. 

Saw him. 

John was leaning against the will on the other side of the hallway trying to inconspicuously listen in on your interview, hoping to hear some bits of new information about your life. 

So you decided to have a little fun. 

The crowd quieted as you’d started your response. “Well I must say, I honestly think the modeling thing is luck. The modeling industry is extremely particular about who they allow to model and such, Roger and I are just lucky that the Taylor’s have such fortunate genes. Queen’s my main focus, but I must admit it is a nice hobby.” You laughed. “But I’m afraid there’s nothing I can tell you about the new Prada collection! I honestly don’t know much either. I went in for a fitting when we arrived back to London last week, and I will be walking the runway at the debut of the winter collection, but that’s really all I can tell you now.” You smiled. “Did I answer everything?” 

“Almost,” the reporter smiled back. “I was wondering if you have any new projects with modeling coming up?” 

“Oh, yes! Absolutely. And I think I can actually tell you about this one too,” you started, smirking to see that John was still eagerly listening into your interview. What you were about to say wasn’t 100% true, although you had received a call from them about being the model of the month in February for Valentine’s Day, but you hadn’t accepted it yet. Oh well, you thought, a public acceptance to their offer is still an acceptance. I can always turn it down later. Here goes nothing. “Well, I'm going to be the model on the cover of February’s Playboy Magazine!” You smirked, noticing the shock on John’s face; he almost choked on his beer. “None of that playmate stuff, just the model on the cover. But hey, it’s a big leap for my modeling career and I’m excited for that to be going other places.” 

The reporters took no time to start screaming your name again as you chose one to your left, noticing the look on his face as he was about to ask his question. You could tell what this one would be about. “Ms. Taylor, we haven’t really heard much of anything about it for a month, so I was wondering if you could tell us how things are between you and John?” 

You froze. 

Do I tell him the truth, about how I’ve been a mess every night and miss him terribly, with John standing right there?

“Well, it’s been hard, but we’re handling it like adults. But I mean, honestly, I couldn’t care less about what he’s doing. Only talk to him if I absolutely have to, which isn’t often. Not that I want to, anyways.” You said coldly, shooting daggers his way. He heard everything, and it was too much for him. He walked away with his head down and tears in his eyes, and in that moment you almost felt bad. 

Almost.

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The concert was going great, the five of you playing completely in sync the entire night. You’d taken lead vocals on Flick of the Wrist, ‘39, and Stone Cold Crazy, and took lead vocals for sections of Sweet Lady, Killer Queen and Liar, but other than that provided some harmonies and played guitars with Brian. You just finished the finale, In The Lap of the Gods (revisited), and walked to the front of the stage to take your bows with the other four, but no one walked up with you. Roger stayed at the drums, Freddie at the piano, and Brian and John in their usual places, leaving you and the crowd majorly confused. You watched the audience looking around with majorly confused looks, the one on your face surely matching theirs. You noticed a section to the left started chanting 

“One more song!” 

“I’ve got no idea what the fuck is going on either, darlings,” you exclaimed, earning a laugh from the crowd. You spun around to look at the boys, Roger mouthing, “I’m sorry,” with a sympathetic look as John hesitantly took the microphone out of his stand and stepped toward the front of the stage. He was nervous, and now you were too.

 “Hi, everyone,” he hesitantly smiled, his shyness taking over for a moment. The crowd cheered him on, eager to hear from the member they usually heard from the least. “I, um- I just wanted your attention for a moment. I’m sure you all know what happened about a month ago…” his voice trailed off, the crowd silencing; eager for the next piece of juicy information surrounding the scandal. “but I just wanted to personally acknowledge it, I’ve been a recluse throughout the entire thing, and quite honestly know it was the worst mistake of my life. I’m sure you all saw the papers that said how I was drugged, which my doctors have proven was true, but that’s not my reason for speaking right now. I think it’ll be a little more apparent what I’m trying to get at after we do this, but right now we’d like to end with something we don’t usually end with. Enjoy.” He smiled, Freddie starting the much too recognizable piano intro to that song.

 John’s song.

 The song that was in dedication to you.

 You’re My Best Friend.

 Tears stung your eyes at the gesture, knowing what would be coming when the song came to an end. It made sense why Roger had been apologizing to you profusely all day for something that hadn’t even happened yet: he didn’t know how you’d react, and quite honestly you didn’t know how to react either. You watched to the side the entire time as this was completely unexpected to you, trying to wrap your head around the decision you knew you were going to have to make at the end of the song. 

“Oh, you’re my best friend.” Freddie ended, John once again grabbing the microphone as he walked over to you, taking your hand in his and bringing you to center stage. 

“Y/N, I'm so sorry for what I did. Like I said earlier, Love, it’s the biggest regret of my life. Each day without you feels like an eternity; I haven’t had one single happy moment since you left me. Believe me, I know I deserved it, and I know I honestly don’t deserve you to come back to me, even though it wasn’t entirely my fault what happened. I think you know it wasn’t my fault too, and if I wasn’t drugged, I never in a million years would ever have done anything to hurt you, Love. I wouldn’t then, and I wouldn’t now. So, Y/N, would you please make me the happiest man in the world, and be my girlfriend again?” 

The world spun around you as the crowd started to chant, “Take him back! Take him back!”. Over 150,000 people rooting for you to take him back. The answer seemed simple, didn’t it? It really wasn’t his fault, and you knew that, but you just couldn’t get that image of him with her out of your head; couldn’t remove the fear of being hurt again, until you saw it. 

Saw the glimmer in his eye. 

A little tear fall down his cheek, because he saw the uncertainty in your eyes. 

But as you looked in his eyes, you saw the man you fell in love with all those years ago, saw the sincerity in his words. He truly didn’t mean it; he really had been drugged. And then instinct took over as you connected your lips with his. The crowd roared in cheers of happiness and approval, John’s arms wrapping around your waist as you put your hands on his cheeks. Tears of happiness rolled out of both of your eyes as the two of you separated for a moment, John quietly whispering, “I didn’t think you were gonna say yes,” before you hurriedly pressed your lips to his again. The world seemed to dissolve around you, the 150,000 audience members disappearing to leave only you and John in the arena. The other four walked up to take their bows with the two of you as God Save the Queen started, John’s arms never leaving your waist as the two of you smiled at each other the entire time. The other three were ecstatic; especially Roger, because he was so fearful that you’d be mad at him for trying to help John behind your back. All three of them patted him on the back, congratulating the two of you for getting back together as they walked past where the two of you stood just off the stage; Freddie admitting that over the last month or so you were both a complete mess without each other. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” John admitted between kisses. 

“Believe me, I’ve missed you too, Deaky.” You gushed. “I was just scared, didn’t wanna get hurt again,” you admitted. 

“I promise you won’t, I, I didn’t- I wasn’t…”

 “I know,” you said, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “I know.”

 “I’d never, ever do anything to hurt you, Love. God, I’ve only been able to think about you, it’s been driving me mad. I’ve missed your smile, your laugh, your voice, your hugs, your snarky comments,” he laughed as he tickled you sides. It was true, you’d been missing the same things about him, but there was one thing he hadn’t said he was missing. The thing that made you leave him.

 “What about… the other thing?” You seductively said, twirling his hair in your finger. 

“God,” he groaned. “I’ve missed that the most, couldn’t even get myself to try with a groupie. It’s not worth it if it’s not you.” He said, attaching his lips to your neck. You were looking to tease him, make him admit how much he needed you. 

“So… you’ve missed me screaming your name every night?” You laughed. 

“More than anything,” he shyly admitted. “You have no idea how many nights I got thinking of you, then had to look at old polaroids I had of you just to, you know?” 

You knew. 

Just to get himself off. 

“Then what are we still doing here?” You smirked, hands wandering dangerously close to the top of his pants as he scooped you up in his arms making you laugh at his inability to control himself. 

“ ‘Cmon, Love. We’re going back to my hotel room a little early.” He smiled. 

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A/N: Thats it guys! I hope you enjoyed!!! I think the name of the fic will make more sense as more chapters come out; I am going to do aesthetics and q&a’s and all that like I normally do for CLGOL. Today is gonna be a catch up day for me with some other things I’ve posted, so i think im gonna be posting like 3 aeshetics today haha. -C

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[kurih-a]

I can’t be the only one who is doing this

.

I should probably study

I have a test today

[redspecialstardust]

When Freddie realized he was an ass to the band in BoRap