72 Hours In Montreal [Part III] [Series Finale]

A/N: Hello again! I’m terribly sorry for the delay in getting this fic miniseries finished. If you’re still here, thank you for bearing with me throughout my little 3.5 month hiatus. I never lose faith in a story, but I do sometimes lose faith in my ability to tell it. I hope this finale is worth the wait. There is something new coming in the next week or two, so be on the lookout for that. Much love to you all! 💜

Series Summary: John Deacon is a rock star at a crossroads. Y/N is a world-weary employee at a Yankee Candle shop. They’ll only ever have three short days in Montreal together…or will they??

Chapter Warnings: Language.

Word Count: 6.2k.

Other Chapters (And All My Writing) Available: HERE

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“Oh my god,” you hear him gasp through a murkiness like dark water. “You did this? When did you do this?”

Your eyes come open: sore, unfocused, wincing from the sunbeams spilling in through the dusty windows. The air is thick with the scent of baking bread, pastries, muffins, scones, doughnuts twisted into braids and bathed in glaze. It’s an unusually bright morning for late November, cloudless and hopeful, unseasonably warm. You can hear the rustling of trees outside, Norway maples and Siberian elms and red ashes, their leaves fading and fragile and taken away by the wind piece by piece. Taken maybe as far as London, you think, flooded with visions of fragments of leaves bobbing on cold waves before you can catch your bearings. John is standing in the open doorway of your bedroom wearing a pair of ill-fitting Levi’s and nothing else. He’s still staring thunderstruck at the painting.

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Oh my god. Well worth the wait! I am so glad you’re back!! Another beautiful story 🥰🥰🥰

no, i don’t have a “dream job.” i want to spend my days reading and writing and lazing in the afternoon sun. i want to bake bread and brownies and apple crumble. i want to grow my own vegetables and plant a rainbow of flowers. i want to be with nature. i want to be at peace.

Enemies to lovers romance is the journey from sweetheart (derogatory) to sweetheart (affectionate)

There are two kinds of fic writers:

1. Fuck it, it’s fiction

2. Let me look up real estate listings, so I can plot out subway routes and schedules and see if this walk really is long enough for them to have this conversation.

Guess which kind I am.

3. People who are a weird mix of the above two.

Me: you know what I don’t care if this doesn’t quite make sense no one cares they will love it and this won’t be analysed it’s fanfic

Also me: I SWEAR if I can’t find a TREE with this EXACT type of bark that I’m imagining I WILL DIE

Yep. Definitely both

Omg I can’t believe you remember me or my comment 😭😭 you are too sweet! If I ever actually finish anything, I might take you up on that offer 💕

if you’re reading this, i’m putting a thought out into the world for you. a hope that whatever’s worrying you works out in your favor, that a happy moment comes your way, and that you have a heartwarming reason to smile tonight

I think we all need this tonight.

But You Can Never Leave [Chapter 12: The Mirror]

A/N: Hi y’all!! Please enjoy, this is a long one. We’re getting into the exciting stuff now, so I’ll be putting all my creative energy into BYCNL and will hopefully finish up the series within the next month. Thank you so much for your love and support! Each and every reblog/message/comment makes me smile and means the absolute world to me! 💜

Chapter summary: John gets a rap sheet, Roger gets defensive, Y/N gets suspicious, News Of The World gets a headline.

This series is a work of fiction, and is (very) loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

Song inspiration: Hotel California by The Eagles.

Chapter warnings: Language, drugs, babies, drama, angst.

Chapter list (and all my writing) available HERE

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Please yell at me if I forget to tag you! :)

You’re not late. You’re never late.

And at first that’s okay, it’s more than okay, it’s a relief; because it was too soon to have a baby anyway, less than a year into a supposedly meaningless marriage, a marriage you and Roger never even speak of, a marriage that might have never happened at all—might only exist as a particularly vivid and pleasant dream—if it wasn’t for your freshly-minted British citizenship. At first you greeted each dark, fruitless stain of blood with a casual ruefulness—oh well, one more month of freedom, you would think, smiling a little, worrying not very much at all—content to let that milestone trophy of womanhood, of life, lay undusted and unclaimed in the cluttered pit of your mental oak trunk with a tarnished gold latch shaped like a lion’s jaw.

After four months, you start to notice things. You notice the way Chrissie’s twins have small willow-green eyes that turn down in the corners, just like Brian does; you notice how John’s children have his downy hair and that innate sort of reticence that some people mistake for banality; you notice all those pretty, anonymous young women pushing strollers through the blossoming summer foliage of Hyde Park. You notice the way Roger grins and waves at babies when you see them in airports or hotel lobbies, dazzles them like he dazzles very nearly everybody, like he still dazzles you. You notice a longing buried in your bones that you hadn’t known existed.

After six months, you are no longer casually rueful. You start ignoring the calendar, as if not noticing you’re due could stop the bleeding from coming at all, like how you’re not supposed to stare at the clock if you want time to pass faster. You start watching what you’re eating, trying to get more sleep, opening all the windows when Roger smokes as he flips through fashion and music magazines with crafty little snickers, flashing those pointy canine teeth you once assumed your children would have.

And now, after nine months—as the world hurtles towards the conclusion of the brisk October of 1977—you have begun to worry; because maybe this thing, this thing that everyone accepts as a guaranteed feature of the all-inclusive package of the human experience, isn’t something you get to have at all. Roger doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask you about it. He is as he always is: sunlight and joy and heat and raw kinetic energy. But sometimes Roger’s huge blue eyes—those eyes you fell in love with, those eyes that convinced you to follow Queen to London, to stardom, to thunderous stadiums all over the world—go vacant as he gazes out into the horizon, as the sun sets over the garden of the Surrey house, as his face is lit up in gold and amber and celestial fury like the wildfire his soul is made of.

And you’ve begun to worry about him, too.

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Your writing is always amazing, but I think you’ve really outdone yourself with this one. Beautiful and heartbreaking. Can’t wait for more!

are you ever scrolling through tumblr and you have a thought and immediately lose it so you have to scroll back up to give your brain the conditions under which it originally created the thought so you can bring it back

Twenty-Seven Steps, Chapter 26: There’s A Shadow Hanging Over Me [October 1993]

This is a slow burn BoRhap fanfic starring Joe Mazzello!John Deacon, Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor, and Reader!Callahan. It is VERY LOOSELY based upon real people and events. This is a work of fiction; no offense is meant to any real people who may be mentioned.

A/N: This has always been a VERY tiny fic in terms of notes so I am so grateful for those of you who take the time to read it! As always, reblogs/comments/asks/etc are SO appreciated. :) Just ONE more chapter left!!!!!!

Re Predictions: You can inbox me predictions for the final chapter (anons are fine), and the person/people who are closest to the real ending will get a small prize! :)

Series summary: Callahan is an American living and studying in London. When Freddie befriends her and brings her into Queen’s inner circle, she finally learns what it’s like to have a family. But love and loyalty aren’t always black and white, and Calla must navigate conflicting desires and obligations as she accompanies John, Roger, Brian, and Freddie through their interwoven lives.

Chapter summary: Brian gets a visitor.

Chapter warnings: Language, mentions of terminal illness, this starts out VERY sad I’m sorry!!

Link to chapter list (and all my writing) HERE

Link to series Spotify playlist HERE (I finally finished this! The songs follow the chapters chronologically. Maybe there’s a hint for the final chapter…??)

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Loss is something like the night sky, something like the stars. There are times when it is muted by cloud cover, intangible, just out of reach. There’s no doubting that it still exists, that it’s lurking beyond the veil—all the counterbalanced mechanics of the universe keep spinning ever-onwards, earths and their suns, memories and their sharp obsidian weight, restless dreams and claw marks on windows to the past—but it is removed somehow, dull, a shadow in place of a blade. Then there are times when the sky is laid bare, the stars naked and piercing through the darkness, the loss breathless and overwhelming: and it splits you open, hollows out everything you are, leaves you feeling nothing, nothing at all; were they ever really here? What was the precise timbre of their voice, the pattern of their footsteps? How did their eyes gleam when they were in love, how did they take their tea, which types seashells would be the first they’d pluck up from golden sand shaved down over eons? How could you miss someone whose humanity was slowly slipping through your fingertips into lost memory, into oblivion? How could you still love someone who was now just polaroids and whispers?

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I refuse to believe there is only one chapter left. I want this to go one forever 💕💕💕

The Edge of Thirty - Part 12

Summary: Everyone seems to be getting married, having babies, or “growing up.” Except Y/N. Suddenly at almost thirty, reality seems to be crashing down on her – and hard. Nothing seemed as daunting as turning thirty…until she met Gwilym Lee anyway.  

A/N: Hiya! Thanks for reading and supporting this story. I hope you enjoy!! Taglists are open! xx

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: tw - miscarriage talk, sap/tooth rotting fluff

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“Ben? Are you home? Please open up!” she said as she pounded on his door, not even caring about how loud she was being. She was on the verge of a complete crying breakdown and wanted nothing more than to be with her best friend, and indulge in his comfort.

After a few moments of painful silence, she was just about to give up and head home, praying that Gwil wouldn’t just show up at her door. Wiping at her damp eyes, she started to drag herself away when Ben finally opened the door.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” he poked his head into the hallway, almost running out of the apartment when he saw her standing there, face red as warm salty tears steadily dripped down. She just shook her head as he came over, instantly wrapping his strong arms around her trembling body, “oh love, it’s alright. I’ve got you.”

She mumbled a string of incoherent words in between her sobs as he held her, rubbing her back soothingly for a few moments, letting her cry into his shoulder. Once she was quieted down, able to catch her breath, he led her inside.

“I-I think it’s over,” she wiped at her damp eyes with the back of her hands, biting down harshly on her lower lip to keep from crying out again, “I think we’re actually through this time.”

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Ahh!!! Yes we’re back to happier times!! I’m glad because my heart couldn’t take anymore sad this week. Can’t wait to read more 💕💕💕

Is there rly any softer scene than when o'malley sees duchess and falls in love with her at first sight in the aristocats, complimenting her at every turn and climbing into a cherry blossom tree to make the flower petals snow gracefully down on her? How dreamy 🥀💕

This Is Love 😍😍

Not to mention when he found she had kids, he was thrown for a second, then proceeded to not only still help her, but dote on them too.

“Not all men” you’re right, Abraham DeLacey Giuseppe Casey Thomas O’Malley would never.

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Twenty Seven Steps (BoRhap, John Deacon x reader/oc x Roger Taylor, love triangle, both vv fluffy and angsty depending on the chapter) (still in progress, there will be 27 chapters total)

Chapter 1: I Love Your Work

Chapter 2: Do You Play Bass

Chapter 3: You’re Coming Home With Me

Chapter 4: Never Tell Anyone

Chapter 5: I Understand You

Chapter 6: Too Fucking Far

Chapter 7: I Don’t Want Anyone Looking At You That Way

Chapter 8: She’s An Investor

Chapter 9: I Didn’t Mean It

Chapter 10: All Of These Gifts

Chapter 11: I Really Love You

Chapter 12: In The Year Of ‘39

Chapter 13: Don’t You Get Lost

Chapter 14: What Do You Need

Chapter 15: You’re Not His Wife

Chapter 16: Who Are You Really Calling For

Chapter 17: This Isn’t Something I Can Explain

Chapter 18: You’re In Love With Her

Chapter 19: There’s Nothing Temporary About You

Chapter 20: She Has Been A Saint

Chapter 21: Try To Stop Me

Chapter 22: A Window Into Paradise

One Shots/Requests

Your Clothes Say Different (Ben Hardy x reader)

It’s Lonely Out In Space (Request: The boys discover you can sing)

Superheroes By Day (Queen fic)

I’m reblogging the masterlist because I can’t pick just one chapter. This story isn’t even over yet and i have no idea how close you are to being done, but I want it to go on forever. I spent the last 2 days rereading this, which I’ve been wanting to do since I started. I can’t even describe the way it’s written. But it’s wistful almost, and raw, and just so, so good. I absolutely cannot wait to see where this story goes. I have this feeling my heart is going to get broken, but I’m going to love every second of it. And seriously everyone should go read this right now! You will not be sorry!

The Edge of Thirty - Part 10

Summary: Everyone seems to be getting married, having babies, or “growing up.” Except Y/N. Suddenly at almost thirty, reality seems to be crashing down on her – and hard. Nothing seemed as daunting as turning thirty…until she met Gwilym Lee anyway.  

A/N: Hiya! Thanks for reading and supporting this story. I hope you enjoy! Taglists are open! xx

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: mentions of death; pregnancy

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“What?” Gwil dropped Jenny’s hand as jaw fell open at her revelation. He heard the words, repeated them silently to himself, but still couldn’t manage to wrap his head around them. I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant.

“I…I’m pregnant, Gwil,” she repeated slowly, feeling her eyes well up with tears. She wasn’t sure what response she expected from him, but for some reason his lack of excitement, or lack of any real response, was a little heartbreaking. Wishing she could go over there and shake him, to get him to say anything, her gaze was trained on him in nervous anticipation.

“Uncle Gwil,” Jenny’s small face had a frown on it as she tugged on Gwil’s pant leg. She looked back and forth anxiously between Y/N and Gwil, trying to understand what was going on, “what’s happening? I want to go and eat ice cream!”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Gwil took his niece’s hand back in his own before bending over and picking her up, holding onto her tightly. She wrapped her small arms around his neck and burrowed her little face into his shoulder, the long day having worn her down. Still unsure of how to feel or what to say he turned back to Y/N, “I’m going to take her home.”

“Okay,” she said, unsure of what to make of his response. Was that it? Was there more to come? Just an excuse for a quick getaway. But she didn’t want to push him, deciding their interaction was rocky enough as it is.

“She’s tired and I doubt she understand anything of what’s going on,” he could start to feel himself rambling, his nerves starting to get the better of him. The despondent look on Y/N’s face broke his heart all over again, “I’ll be back. I, ugh, I didn’t expect any of this-”

“And you think I did?” she snapped at him, looking away and biting her lip to keep the sobs she felt welling up at bay. She could feel his eyes flick to her stomach, as if he was searching for any sign that she was lying or pulling some sort of joke.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he sighed quietly, “let me take her home and I’ll come over to yours…unless you want to come round to mine?”

“Just…come over when you’re ready to talk,” she waved her hand at him as if to dismiss him. She wasn’t ready for a complete breakdown in the middle of the school yard. Once he caught her eye, he nodded before turning on his heel, still carrying Jenny who was fast asleep in his arms, “Gwil!”

He turned around wordlessly, one eyebrow raised in curiosity, and she meekly responded, “I’m sorry.”

What exactly was she sorry for? She didn’t know either - sorry for ever meeting him? Sorry for how things ended? Sorry for getting pregnant? All of it?

“Me too,” was all he said before turning around and walking away without another word. Her heart shattered into what felt like a thousand little pieces as she walked him walk away. He didn’t want this; he didn’t love her. Any affection that he had for her was gone, and there was little doubt in her mind that was furious.

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I needed this today 💕💕 thank you for continuing to write an awesome story! I cannot wait for the next part and to see where this goes!

im sick of having crushes its time for the tables to turn and ppl to have crushes on me!!!!!

King of My Heart - Two - B.H.

Summary: Cassidy King is an Olympian. Four years ago she competed in Rio. Unfortunately, she didn’t live up to expecations. Now she’s preparing to go to the trials to compete again in Tokyo. After four years of swimming with a team that doesn’t feel like a team, she’s finally found a friend. Ben Jones is also preparing for the trials, and he’s felt like an outcast in other ways. With a dual-citizenship and a quiet personality, their teammates treat him like he doesn’t deserve to compete for Team USA. Together, they’ll push each other harder and faster to perfection.

Pairing: Ben Hardy x OC

AU: Collegiate/Olympic Swimming

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: Sexual situations, masturbation, swearing

A/N: Okay so, for the sake of the AU, I’ve had to change some details about Ben. First and foremost would be his height. 5′9 isn’t gonna cut it for an Olympic swimmer, so we’ll say he’s about 6′4. I’ve also decided to give him dual-citizenship in order to make it possible for him to compete with the US.

Thank you to @bensbuttercup for the moodboard, after this go check out her new fic “The Girl Almighty.” Thank you to @hollandlovely for beta reading and moral support! She has a new fic coming out soon as well. And thank you to @dtftomholland who is Irish but helped me with some British swear words!

Part One

Cassidy’s curls splayed out across the pillow. White. Ben thought the pillow was white. He couldn’t focus on anything besides Cassidy. Her eyes, hot whiskey fire, burned into his soul and she was so warm beneath him.

Freckles danced over her cheeks, down her neck, over her collarbones and shoulders. And Ben kissed every single one. Hundreds of freckles, hundreds of kisses. Down her neck, over her collarbones. He found her trap muscle, the one she’d guided his hand to that second day by the pool, but now there was no swimsuit digging into her skin, marring her shoulder with a red mark.

“Ben,” her voice was soft in his ear. Her fingers climbed up his back, tangling in his hair, pulling him away so she could see him.

“God, Cass, you’re so beautiful,” Ben murmured, reaching up to brush a stray curl off her neck. She smiled up at him. Her nails dug into the back of his shoulders.

“You feel so good, Ben,” Cassidy moaned, her mouth falling open as her head tilted back.

Ben leaned down to capture her lips with his, so soft against his mouth.

“Hey!”

Ben woke up with a start. Someone was shaking his shoulder.

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Ahh!!! I was so excited for this and it didn’t disappoint!! I love the way you write, seriously so awesome! Can’t wait to see where this goes 💕💕

I’m Game (Part 15)

John Deacon x Reader

Author’s Note: huh, 15 whole ass parts. wow. never thought it’d get to this. never thought it would become what it has. i only have you guys to thank. that sounded like an ending, don’t worry, it’s not. there’s more to come :) (side note: the pic is one of my favorite photos of john at the moment so :) i thought i would bless you all w it !! look at him what a precious angel)

Summary: There’s a party. Shit goes down. Shit goes REALLY down. :)

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: drinking, death scrabble (non-explicit), profanity, cheating (hey, you get bonus points if you read “profanity” like in this voice, cause that’s the voice in my head when i wrote it)

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Seeing John’s face light up was the most beautiful thing in the world. Your heart squeezed almost painfully at the wondrous joy that crossed his face. He looked happy and content and for the first time in a long time, you realized, he looked at peace.

You thought back to the last time you remembered seeing him this joyful. It had been the night that you’d broken up with him. Right before you’d broken your own heart, he had looked at you with the exact same look on his face as when the plane landed in Japan and you all stepped off to see the beauty and nature surrounding you.

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Oh. My. God. 😱 I am so hooked on this story. This just leaves me wanting more. Well done, beautifully written 💕💕