costume party (y/n)

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"don't forget- the costume party is tonight."

"yes yes how could I forget."

"ok good. love you y/n."

"love you too roggie." you laughed as you hung up the phone.

roger and the rest of queen were on tour at the moment, and was going to return tonight, but at fred's place for a halloween costume party, meeting you there.

you had no idea what to wear, the least you could do would be have a look for what you have to just throw something together.

you rummaged through your wardrobe, not to your surprise, you found nothing.

although you discovered an oak wood box, filled with lots of polaroid photos of you and roger.

you found one of you, roger, brian, deaky and freddie after recording the "i want to break free" music video.

Bingo.

you picked the phone back up and called the boys.

"hey love, you alright?"

"i'm okay. can i talk to freddie?"

"um.. sure."

after a few seconds a familiar voice spoke.

"hello darlin'."

"hello freddie. um.. i was planning on teasing roger later on... do you have his rogerina costume?"

"pop round around an hour earlier to pick it up." you heard brian whisper.

"thanks." you laughed, hanging up the phone.

later on you went to freddie's to take the clothes and surprise roger.

"well?" you asked, coming out of the room and doing a spin.

"suits you so well darling."

during the party later on, you struggled to find roger, until you finally saw the most recognisable pair of sunglasses and scruffy blonde hair talking to someone.

you approached him and tapped him on the shoulder with a smile on your face.

"hey ba- oh my god." he laughed.

"what do you think?" you giggled.

he bit his lip and looked you up and down, laughing slightly.

"hot." he softly whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"it's called a costume party for a reason you know."

"couldn't be arsed."

his hand went up the back of your shirt, as he pulled you in closer.

"roger! n-not here."

"fine." he said, taking your hand and pulling you into the bathroom, shutting the door, sitting you down on the extremely uncomfortable sink, sending kisses up your neck.

he began to unbutton your shirt, kissing lower and lower.

that's when the door opened.

shit.

it was brian, in the most ridiculous witch outfit.

"really? how long are you two gonna be because I really need to piss."

"just wait till we get home." he whispered in your ear, before leaving the bathroom.

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