Hi dear, can I get a ship with Queen and or the borhap boys? I'm around 5'2, latina (i'm billingual, eng/spanish), with dark brown eyes and blue hair. I like to read/write/listen to music 24/7. I'm pretty flirty and touchy (only with friend, tho), a bit sassy, I give very bad advice so I give hugs and make bad jokes to cheer up my friends. I'm short tempered, but I don't stay mad for too long. Also i'm feminist and bisexual! I think that's it, thank you so much 💓
Sure, love! Thanks for your patience <3
Out of the band, I ship you with Roger! At first, you two would absolutely despise each other. To the degree where Freddie had to physically remove one of you (he took turns on who had to go) from the room if they wanted to get anything productive done. You met the boys through John, your best friend, when he joined the bad. You’re very protective of him, so you had to know who he’d be spending his time with. You loved Freddie’s spirit and you and Bri could talk for hours, so you loved hanging around the studio when they were recording or writing. You made yourself useful too, learning some of the tech to help them out. You loved being there! Most of the time.
Some days, Roger got particularly bitchy and you tried your best, your absolute best, to keep your temper and let him bicker himself to boredom. The man never seemed to run out of steam, though. It wasn’t until he moved from being critical of the boys’ playing to taking it a bit more personal. It’s not like they couldn’t shoot back themselves and they definitely did, but one comment he made about John really rubbed you the wrong way and you couldn’t stay quiet any longer. You exploded on him and he sat up from his drum set to argue, face practically to the glass, screaming his heart out. You weren’t going to let him win, you were the only girl he had ever met who could keep up with him. Who refused to bow down to any request he may have.
If Roger was being honest with himself, he loved it. He loved the rush of adrenaline from someone just as passionate as him, he respected the hell out of you for always standing your ground, not that he’d ever say it to your face. If you were being honest with yourself, you loved it too. Not that he didn’t annoy the hell out of you, he most definitely did. There was just something different about him, about your relationship with him. You had a good feeling about it. Not like you’d ever say it to his face.
Out of the cast, I ship you with Ben! You and Ben meet on a night out. You usually like to stay in, curled up with a good book, but your friends have been pestering you all week about this new bar in town. You finally give in with a sigh, rolling your eyes as your friends cheer. When the time to leave finally rolls around, your friends pick you up and whistle at your outfit. You look damn incredible and when they ask you why you dressed up, you don’t have an answer really. You just tell them you’ve got a good feeling about tonight.
Your instinct is correct, to your surprise. You’re sitting at the bar by yourself, almost empty drink in hand, stirring what’s left of its contents when he comes up. You feel a presence next to you and look up into the most gorgeous green eyes you’d ever seen. You can’t help the smile grow across your face as he ushers the bartender to get you another of whatever it was you were drinking. You couldn’t even remember, you were so lost in him. He seemed to feel the same way, a blush crawling across his cheeks.
After you finish your drink and get to know him a bit, the two of you dance for the rest of the night. Ben can’t imagine going on and not getting the number of the girl of his dreams, which you willingly give him. When he has to go, he wraps his arm around your waist and pecks your cheek, promising he’ll see you again.
He wasn’t lying, because before the weekend was up, you got a text from him asking to hang out again. Somewhere a bit more low key this time so you could get to know each other outside a rowdy bar. The night goes wonderfully, like all nights with him afterward go as well. He’s always kind to you and super protective as well. It’s a few months into the relationship that he accidentally lets the L word slip out. You can see his face go a ghostly white color. You walk up to him, place a hand on his cheek, tell him you love him too and kiss him. You feel the grin in his kiss and goddamnit, you are happier than you’ve ever been.
