Freddie Mercury imagines

Cooking consequences

AHHHHHHH WHY ARE YOU SO FACKING ADORABLE FREDDIE THIS IS FAR TOO MUCH BABY I KNOW YOU WANT TO MAKE YOUR CUTENESS CLEAR BUT THIS IS TOO MUCH 😭😭

This was going to go in my Queen ship book buttt I decided to put it in here instead cause why not lol. I feel like it could've been better written in the other book but I wanted to update and this is what came to mind lmao. And this shall take place in Freddie's POV again hehehe.

1977

"Alright Freddie, stop being a tart and start being a man and get this under fucking control." I mentally snapped at myself as I glanced around the kitchen, wondering just how I was going to manage to accomplish the feat I never attempted before, which was making breakfast. 

Today was my four year anniversary with my girlfriend Y/N, and I wanted to make sure this anniversary would be just as wonderful as our past ones if not the best so far. I somehow came up with the odd and considering my skills at it, very dangerous idea of cooking breakfast which I could give to her in bed before we discussed our plans for the day. 

As I was saying about the idea of cooking being dangerous for me, that would be because of the small tiny problem which was that I didn't know how to cook. Y/N was the one who always made breakfast, dinner and just cooked everything, but I was doing this for her so I couldn't enlist her for help. 

Oh, screw it. If I'm going to do this myself, then so be it. 

I sighed softly, I might as well first decide what I wanted to make. Obviously something Y/N liked, I didn't need to not only screw up the cooking but what I chose to cook as well...Hm, I decided to just go with an omelette. Now how to make it...

I took a look at the task in front of me and groaned. I needed help alright. But who to ask?

 John was on holiday with his family, Brian's gone for an interview...Roger's an option but I doubt he knows how to cook. I wasn't really up to asking Mary, she didn't act like it for my sake but I could tell she was still bitter about me being with Y/N instead of her. I didn't dare bring Paul over...Oh screw it, Roger may not always be the brightest but he's never let me down when I needed him.

I dialed Roger's number, listening to it ring.

"Hello?" His raspy voice mumbled, sounding sleepy.

"Rog, hey. Are you busy today?" I questioned.

"Yeah, later today. Right now I'm busy sleeping." He grumbled, making me groan.

"This is important! I need your help." I crossed my arms. 

"It better be important cause it's seven in the morning and I want to sleep." The drummer huffed.

"I'm trying to make Y/N breakfast in bed for our anniversary today but I don't know the first fucking thing on what to do and I need help and you're the first that came to mind." I explained, though I obviously sounded frantic and desperate as fuck.

"And why me?" He blinked.

"Because Brian and John aren't available and at least you're a mutual friend, if I brought Paul or Mary over Y/N wouldn't be too thrilled." I sighed.

"Can't imagine why," I thought I heard the blonde mutter on the other line.

"What was that?" I narrowed my eyebrows at the phone even though he couldn't see me through it.

"Nothing, I'll be there soon." 

"See you soon darling, you're a lifesaver." I responded, hanging up and putting the phone down. 

Thankfully Y/N was quite a late sleeper, so I'd have plenty of time to prepare and with some help I wouldn't struggle as much. 

A few moments later I heard Roger's car pull into the driveway, and I let him inside.

"There you are! Come inside. Y/N shouldn't wake up for a few hours so we have time." I greeted, closing the door behind the younger man as he came in. 

"So what are we trying to do exactly?" He yawned.

"Well first of all I could use your help on how to boil an egg." I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, that? You umm...Uh, I don't know exactly but I think it has something to do with hot water." Roger blinked.

"Some help you're being." I grumbled hopelessly.

I should've known he wouldn't be able to cook, now what the fuck am I supposed to do?

"Oi, you woke me up at 7 AM wanting my help so I'm gonna give it to you. Why don't you make her something besides an omelette?"

"Because I want it to be something nice yet simple to make and I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do now!" I huffed.

"Just calm down mate, we'll figure it out."

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Famous last words those were, figure it out? No, we didn't. Instead, we were trying to figure out how to stop the house from burning down because of our foolishness!

"How isn't Y/N awake right now!?" Roger yelped.

"I don't know but thank fuck she isn't! Help me put this fire out!" I shrieked.

"How!?"

"Somehow!"

"Let's just go wake her up, even she has to hear us!" Roger moaned.

"And risk a worse threat of death?! We can handle this ourselves, I know we can...Get water!" 

"What if that makes it worse!?" 

"Do you have a better idea!? I did NOT ask for this, I asked for help on cooking breakfast for my girlfriend I did NOT ask to die here!" I squeaked, sounding close to tears and feeling like it too.

"We WILL die if you don't move your ass and find a damn hose or something!" Roger cried.

I ran faster than I ever had in my life, darting outside to the hose where Roger frantically followed me with the flaming pan.

"Do it! Fucking put it out before my hand burns off!" The drummer screamed hysterically, me echoing his scream in pure terror as I doused the pan with the hose. 

"I-it's going out!" 

"Just keep going!" 

I sobbed in relief as the fire slowly died down, Roger throwing the pan on the ground as if it were a threat. 

"Well that woke me up." Roger croaked.

"You don't fucking say?" I giggled shakily, sounding like a madman laughing after I almost got killed by my own attempt to cook.

"I'm just surprised how Y/N didn't hear all that, I swear your girlfriend has some lucky ears." 

That just made me laugh harder, him joining as we laughed until our stomachs hurt while going inside.

"Morning?"

Me and Roger spun around at the sound of Y/N's voice, a relieved and still trembling smile appearing on my face.

"O-Oh, morning love..." 

"When did Roger get here?" Y/N quizzed.

"Like an hour ago, I think I'll leave you two." The blonde answered, all but speeding out the door.

"What's with him?" Y/N blinked. 

"It's Roger, what do you expect?" I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Touché...Happy anniversary." She smiled, wrapping me in a hug.

"Happy anniversary darling." I whispered, kissing her head softly.

"Shall we have breakfast?" 

"Wanna go out to eat?" 

If Y/N noticed how quick and nervous my question was with my voice being higher than expected, she didn't let on.

"...Sure."

The end.

Not too proud of this chapter but I had this in my drafts for like a week when I said I'd update in 'A few days' when I last published a chapter. No-

Welp I hope you enjoyed dears, see you in the next one!