queen oneshots

r.t. | j.d.

these next few imagines will probably not be smutty, because i'd like to take a break from that sort of stuff. i'm sorry if im disappointing anyone. in a couple chapters. i promise. fluff is much more fun to write anyways. 

john woke up to the sun in his face, and he didn't realise where he was for a couple seconds. "shit," he swore, remembering where he was, "shit, shit, shit." john flailed about, and accidentally hit a warm body. roger. he got up from the bed he was on and got dressed as fast as he possibly could, seeing as he was sleeping in his boxers. "shit."

john richard deacon was in roger meddows taylor's house.

"shit!" john swore again, now desperate to get his pants on, but seeing as they were skinny jeans, he'd have to take it a bit slower to get them on. at this point, roger woke up. 

"alright, babe, c'mere. lemme get a li'l more of yeh 'fore i 'ave to leave for tha studio," roger half-slurred with his eyes closed. 

"shit. i'm dead," john responded in a hushed voice.

roger opened his eyes, recognising the voice from somewhere, and saw john with his pants half on

"john!" roger's eyes went wide. he hadn't expected john to be in his bed, let alone his house. flurries of thoughts flew through his mind. "john," the blonde said a bit scaredly, "do you remember any of last night?"

"n-no," john stuttered, still trying to get his pants on. "i don't remember anything."

"shit." it was now roger's turn to swear. "must've been s'me pretty hard stuff we 'ere on. did you need pants?"

john pondered his situation. "yes," he decided and started taking his jeans off. 

roger got up from his bed and fell over almost immediately. "ow! yeh might jest want teh find some shorts from my closet."

with his pants finally off, john walked to the door that lead to roger's closet. he found a pair of shorts, and excused himself from roger's house to go home. 

...

in his house, john collapsed on the couch in his living room, thoughts hurriedly racing through his head. 

what did we do last night?

what was i on last night?

why did i take what i took last night?

it dawned on him. 

"veronica..."

john got up in record time, and raced to his phone and dialed veronica's number, hoping that she hadn't left for work yet.

the phone was silent.

"oh shit. i've done something terrible."

...

at the studio that afternoon, john tuned his bass repeatedly to take his mind off of the things that might happen once roger had shown up. he thought about his actions that morning, and slowly realised that he had feelings for the drummer. he didn't want to acknowledge that he had feelings for him, but he didn't want to lock them away. so he did the only thing that made sense in his mind. he decided to ask brian for advice.

"hey, brian?"

"yea, john?"

"so i have this thing... could we talk somewhere more private. i don't want anyone nudging into this conversation."

brian nodded, instantly concerned for his slightly shorter friend. "of course."

"oh, thank you," john nodded toward the janitorial closet, and lead brian toward it. 

inside, brian concernedly asked, "this is serious, innit?"

"i guess," john replied. "i mean, i don't know what to think anymore. i love veronica, but ever since i woke up in roger's bed this morning... i think i'm attracted to him."

"whoa, whoa, whoa. hold up," brian said hurriedly, "you mean to tell me you slept with roger?"

"no. well, not exactly. i don't know. i can't remember last night at all. all i know is that i woke up in roger's bed this morning, and veronica won't answer the phone."

"tell him, john. it'll only get harder as time goes by. that's how it was with me for freddie. face our fears and just tell him." brian said with a sudden urgency. 

"yes, yes, okay. i got it. what happens if he doesn't like me back?"

"we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. now go!" brian urged as roger walked in the door to the studio, pushing john in roger's general direction.

"oh! hey, john. didun't see yeh there," roger said, obviously surprised. 

"yeah..." john started, "uhm... would it be okay if we were to talk outside?"

"sure! of course it would be okay," roger said, pulling out a cigarette.

...

outside, in the back of the building, roger was the first to speak.

"john. i've been meaning to tell you something, ever since this morning."

"really?" john countered, "i have something to tell you as well."

"i'm scared, john," roger whispered.

"me too. how about we both say it at the same time?" john suggested.

"sounds alright," roger said with uncertainty

"3- 2- 1," john counted.

at the same time, they both said, "i think i might have feelings for you."

"really?" john questioned, inching his face closer to roger's.

"yeah. really," roger reassured. 

at this point in time, john's face was inches away from rogers, and with a nod from roger, he closed the gap and kissed roger softly. this action sent butterflies down to the stomachs of both parties, and caused them to continue kissing until brian alerted them that it was time to start recording the next song of the album they were working on. 

fin.

just south of 900 words, guys. should i shoot for a longer imagine next time? or should i go shorter? let me know in the comments. don't forget to vote if you deem it appropriate for this piece of writing. i'll try to update again within this month, but with work in the way of me doing a bunch of stuff, that might not be possible.

as always, i love you!

kisses!

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