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Queen  A Night at the Opera (Weiße Vinyl LP)

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Hopelessly in Love

Prompt: But that’s just it, isn’t it? I’m just a girl who fell hopelessly in love with someone who will never love her back.

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex (nothing explicit)

Word Count: 1526

A/N: So, this is pretty angsty but I might do a part two to try and rectify that if people what it. This is part of @bensroger 3K writing challenge (congrats btw!!), thank you for the awesome prompt. Also, I haven’t written in a while so this might be crap and I apologise in advance. 

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Y/N couldn’t remember when the tender kisses and sweet smiles had turned into harsh words and tears. She couldn’t place when he stopped coming home straight after the studio and started going out drinking. She couldn’t recollect the moment the ring on her finger started to burn every time she looked at it. She couldn’t recall when she started staying late at work just to avoid the empty apartment. When he was away on tour, the emptiness was somehow bearable; she knew where he was. Now, the emptiness seemed to encase the room in coldness as a reminder that something wasn’t quite right. Each time she came home, hoping to find him laid out on the sofa like he used to watching some crappy movie, she was met with the empty silence that made her heart ache.

Tonight though, she decided as she threw her bag down onto the sofa, she wasn’t wasting another Friday night waiting for him to come home black out drunk. She snatched up the phone and dialled the only person she currently wanted to see.

“Hello?” Freddie’s voice came drifting through the line.

“Hey, Fred.” She smiled. He was the reason she had met Roger in the first place, after Freddie had become obsessed with Smile before their lead had quit and he had replaced him. She had grown up across the street from Freddie and they had always been inseparable.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He asked immediately.

“None of you were at the studio today, were you?”

“No, why?” Freddie sounded concerned.

“He’s not here again.” She heard him sigh. “I want to go out and have some fun.”

“Alright. I’ll pick you up at eight.”

She couldn’t contain her smile. “See you then.”

“Y/N, eat something beforehand though, I don’t want another trip to the hospital.” Freddie said sternly.

“Promise. See you later.”

“Until then.” Freddie replied before she hung up the phone.

She immediately hopped in the shower and got dressed into the most daring outfit she owned. She did her make-up and styled her hair. No more moping around the house; she was going to give Roger a taste of his own medicine. Knowing Freddie, they would be out until dawn after visiting all the best bars and clubs in the city. Something she couldn’t remember the last time she had done, but it had been far too long. There was a knock on the door and before she walked out to answer it, she twisted the engagement ring he had given to her off her finger and set it on the vanity. She fluffed up her hair one more time before grabbing her purse and walking to the door.

She pulled it open to reveal Freddie, looking spectacular as always. He smiled at her and led her outside before gesturing wildly towards the car.

“Your chariot awaits, my darling.” He bowed and she laughed causing him to smile. She locked the door and took his arm as they walked to the waiting car.

The first club they entered was stifling; the air hot and heavy. There were people everywhere dancing and jumping around to the music pouring from the speakers. The beat calmed Y/N’s soul as Freddie immediately made a beeline for the bar.

“So, which F are we drinking to, tonight? Fuck, fun or forget?” He asked as they reached the bar.

“Forget.” She called over the music.

“Two shots of tequila.” Freddie leaned over the bar and asked the bar tender. He handed Y/N one before holding the shot in the air. “To forgetting!”

She echoed him as they both tipped back the shot and let the alcohol burn their throats and warm their chests. That was the first shot of many, many drinks.

Seventeen different clubs and bars, hours of dancing and lots of loud music later and they finally stumbled out of the final club. Y/N was clinging to Freddie’s arm to try and stay upright as they both giggled like children. Roger was completely out of her mind as they stopped on the pavement and watched the sun start to come up. They reminisced old times as they climbed back into the car that Freddie had ordered.

“You going to be alright walking back up those stairs?” Freddie chuckled as they pulled up outside the apartment block.

“I think I’ll make it.” She laughed before leaning over and kissing his cheek. “Thanks for a great night, Fred.”

“Anytime, darling.” He smiled. “See you soon.”

She waved as she got out and the car drove off. She looked towards the complex door and contemplated just running away. She wondered if he would even be home, if he even cared where she was. She doubted it. She somehow managed to make it up the stairs and get the keys out of her purse. She cursed as she dropped the keys onto the floor. She wanted a shower and then to sleep until late afternoon. She managed to get the door unlocked and step inside without another incident. She threw her bag onto the sofa before turning to lock the door.

“Where the hell have you been?” Roger’s voice sounded rough, like he hadn’t slept.

“Out.” She merely said before dropping the keys into the dish by the door and turning around. His hair was stuck up at funny angles like he had been running his hands through it and his ice blue eyes looked tired. If he had just looked worried, she might have been sympathetic, but he just looked pissed.

“Where? With who?” He almost demanded.

She chuckled before walking towards the kitchen. “Around town with Fred.” She could hear him walking into the room as she turned on the tap and filled a glass with water before downing it.

“You could have at least called me! I’ve been up all night worried sick!” His hand was back tugging at his blonde locks.

“Called you where?” She fully laughed at his statement. “I don’t know where you are anymore. You just disappear! You can’t demand a phone call off me when you never call to say where you are.” She laughed as she turned back to fill her empty glass.

Roger stood frozen in the doorway. “That why you took this off?” He held up the engagement ring for her to see.

“Maybe.” She muttered.

“Don’t you love me anymore?” Roger dropped his eyes to the ring, which looked so small and fragile in his hands.

“But that’s just it, isn’t it? I’m just a girl who fell hopelessly in love with someone who will never love her back.” She laughed emotionlessly before placing her glass back on the side.

“How can you say that?” Roger’s voice had grown quiet. “How can you think I don’t love you?”

“I don’t know, maybe because I never see you. I can’t remember the last time we actually went out on a date. I can’t remember the last time we fell asleep together. The only times I’ve seen you are when you want a shag. I think this is the longest conversation we’ve had in weeks! And I tried, I tried so hard to get through to you and you just kept blowing me off.”

“I’ve been busy…”

She cut him off. “Don’t you dare say with the band because I’ve seen Freddie nearly every day and Brian and Deaky actually came round last week, but you weren’t here!”

“I’m sorry.” He kept his eyes on the ring.

She shook her head and walked through the other kitchen door into the living room and then into their bedroom. She pulled out her overnight bag and started shoving some clothes inside. She wiped the tears falling down her cheeks off angrily.

“W-what’d you doing?” Roger’s voice cracked, tears were starting to collect in his crystal blue eyes.

“I need a break.” She zipped up the bag and went to push past him but he caught her arm.

“Please, we can talk about this.” Roger pleaded.

“I already tried that, Rog.” She pulled her arm out of his grasp “Don’t come after me, I need time.”

A sob escaped his lips as she unlocked the door. She hesitated slightly with her hand on the handle and he thought she might turn around and jump into his arms. But she just sighed and left the apartment. Leaving Roger alone. His knees gave out and he found himself on the floor clutching the ring that had once held so much promise, wondering how he had managed to fuck up so badly.

Part 2

[anthonyed]

Fucking Crowley driving his fucking car with Roger's I'm in love with my car blasting on the stereo is such a fucking

#MOOD

[freakydeakycheesetoest]

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THE P R E S I D E N T I A L P O U F T E R P A R L O R

[anthonyed]

i just believe that tony stark played bohemian rhapsody on a loop in mit because he resonated so much with the lyric even though at first he thought "what the fuck" but then he hears it again and its "shit this is a good jam"

and that was junior year because by the time he gets to senior year, he discovers boys, he discover sex, he discovers that the world hate people like him and he's not normal even though he likes girls just fine just that he wouldn't mind the guys sometimes givin it to him

he discovers rock bands, he discovers rebellion. he discovers that he's 16 turning into 17 and no matter how many times Jarvis says "you got your whole life ahead of you, sir" he cannot help thinking he'd come to the end of it all

he discovers pain in the, he discovers booze. more booze and drugs. cocaine, marijuana, that little blend of something, name it; tony'd tried them all and some nights, when he lies on the bed sober to the bone, feeling cold break them into tiny shards of failure, he wonders how he's parenting handling what a fucking piece of disappointment he is

and he puts the record on, hears Freddie Mercury sing "mama i just killed a man" and he gets after all those years that what he meant by man was himself

he hears "life had just begun, but now i've gone and thrown it all away" and he thinks of his beautiful, beautiful mother and feels a tear run down his cheek into the sheet that ranks of yesterday's orgy

he laughs at "i'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me", laughs somemore at a "beelzebub has a devil put aside for me" cause scratch out the 'poor' and ain't it the fucking truth of his life

and by the third time Freddie sings "nothing really matters" he joins in, voice barely above whisper and he hiccups through "to me" and he almost feels wants to repeat that record just to sing that part again without a glitch; a perfection. but he remembers the line and he smiles because, nothing really matters, nothing really matters, "to meeee...."

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30 days Queen challenge Day 19: Your favorite quote by John→ “I'll probably make loads of plans, and then just sit around on my bottom all day long and do nothing”