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»The Boys 

Meeting the band

How they react to you coming home with a puppy

Living with the boys

»Brian 

Dating Brian *

Brian’s reaction to your suicide attempt ⚠️X (Triggering)

Telling Brian you are Demi/Grey

Kissing another girl

Dating a PhD student (different major)

Having your first time with Brian (headcanons)*

Brian meeting your parents

Brian’s size kink **

Visit at Ridge Farm **

You braid their hair

First time with Brian **

Brian rejecting young!reader (Sail Away Sweet Sister) X

Having a baby with him

Dare you

Homemade Spaghetti

»Roger 

Dating Roger *

Roger dating a girl clueless about romance *

Waltzing with him

»Deaky 

Dating Ace!Deaky

Deaky’s reaction to your suicide attempt ⚠️X (Triggering)

Domestic Ace!Deaky Part 1 & Part 2 & Part 3 Part 4X

Hugging another girl

Fake Date

First Nose Kiss (ace!Deaky)

You braid their hair

Dating 80’s Deaky

Having children with Deaky

Young Reader Dating 80’s Deaky

Updated 28th July.

Masterlist

Updated 4/10/23

/ = sequel - * = Request 💦 = Smut - 💗 = Fluff -☔ = Angst - ⛅ = Hurt/Comfort

ROGER TAYLOR

I’ll Make It Up To You 💦 / You Can Make It Up To Me 💦

Quiet In The Library Series 💦

Good Times Are Now 💗

Thief 💗💦

Rough Day * 💦

Roger x Reader x Linda Series  💦

Future Management Series  💦

Lazy Sunday 💗💦

Red Ribbon Series💦

Curtains Series 💦

Interloper* 💦 / Snapshots From Before* 💦 / Out of Context* 💦

Code Red* 💦☔⛅ / Aftermath* ☔

Better Than Chocolates  💦 💗 (Without Daddy Kink)

No Particular Place To Go 💗

Welcome Home 💦💗

The Come Down 💦💗

A Different Kind of Education Series 💦💗

BRIAN MAY

Interloper* 💦 / Snapshots From Before* 💦 / Out of Context* 💦

JOHN DEACON

Interloper* 💦 / Snapshots From Before* 💦 / Out of Context* 💦

BEN HARDY

Whole Lotta Love 💗 / Every Inch Of Your Love* 💗💦

Hoodie 💦

Hangover Cure 💦 / Drunk Ben Blurb* 💗

The Dinner Party (feat. Rami + Lucy + Joe + Gwil) 💦💗

Taking Control (feat. Gwil) 💦

BRJ Series (feat. Joe) 💦☔💗⛅ 

DMs  💦 / Panty Stuffing HC* 💦

5 Simple Rules For A Successful Fake Relationship Series  💗☔💦 

Platonically Series 💗💦

Rip It Up 💗💦

Rich Fuckboy Ben Series 💦

Sugar Sugar💦

Fairy AU (Feat. Lucy + Gwil + Ben)💦

JOE MAZZELLO

The Dinner Party (feat. Rami + Lucy + Ben + Gwil) 💦💗

Seaside Rendezvous* 💗💦☔

BRJ Series (feat. Ben) 💦☔💗⛅

After Party (feat. Lucy)💦

Stood Up, Make Love💦

GWILYM LEE

The Dinner Party (feat. Rami + Lucy + Ben + Joe) 💦💗

Taking Control (feat. Ben) 💦

Countdown To Christmas (feat. Lucy) 💦💗

Easy as A-B-C  💦

Fairy AU (Feat. Lucy + Rami + Ben)💦

The Assistant

Lucy Boynton

The Dinner Party (feat. Rami + Gwil + Ben + Joe)  💦💗

Countdown To Christmas (feat. Gwil) 💦💗

After Party (feat. Joe)💦

Fairy AU (Feat. Rami + Gwil + Ben)💦

Rami Malek

The Dinner Party (feat. Lucy + Gwil + Ben + Joe)  💦💗

Fairy AU (Feat. Lucy + Gwil + Ben)💦

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now i’m only left with my own jealousy (Roger x Brian x reader)

Summary: alright so here is FINALLY a part two. I hope you guys like :) basically the reader is in a love triangle and things get wild

Read the first part here

Warnings: smuuuuuT (18+), fluff (Kinda), angst (like a lot), kinda sad ngl

Author’s note: I’m sorry this took so long I have been feeling uninspired. please request, I love writing for you guys. enjoy!

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After two knocks, the morning after, Roger, standing in nothing but baggy grey sweats and a cigarette between his lips narrows his eyes at you.

“Welcome home.” He smiles and chuckles while the smoke bobs up and down between his pink lips as he spoke, leaning up against his door frame and his chest moving with his breath.

You stood there in a plain white sundress, platform sandals, and two pink Barretts in your hair. You wanted to show the man who broke your heart long ago what he was going to miss after this encounter,

“Can I come in or-” You say looking down at floor and shifting a little.

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Hi Queenies! I need your help. I've ran out of Queen x reader fanfiction to read ( the smutty kind that is), here on Tumblr. The writers I follow are either on a hiatus or no longer taking requests. So if any of you can recommend a Queen fanfic writer, either here or on another platform, I would be absolutely grateful. 🤗

Just a reminder, I'm into steamy, smutty/erotic stories involving a frem reader or ofc.

I'm NOT into Maylor, or other in group pairings. Sorry.

Thank you all for reading this. 🫶💖💖

Roger is prettier than any woman and you can’t deny it

A Little Help (a Queen fanfiction)

prologue

disclaimers: a looooot of angst and mental health issues. also some swearing I guess

Number of words: 1157

A/N: This is a little introduction into the OC of this story (since it’s going to be several chapters long, it seemed fitting to choose to design an OC). I hope you guys like it and I hope you guys have patience with me as I try to write towards the more fun and Queen inhabited parts of th story! xx

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I existed in 1973, in South London, in an apartment that looked upon an old factory. They used to weave cotton in there, you know. Lower class laborers would go every day to their badly paid jobs, just so they could afford their small mold-infested houses where they slept with seven people in one room. They worked 12 hours or more a day in an environment that was just a hotspot for contagious, deadly diseases, just so they could feed their children. Children that had to work themselves instead of getting the education they needed otherwise they would die of hunger before they could even die of tuberculosis.  

But that was a hundred years ago. Now I existed in 1973. Not that it was much better, you know. Every day I looked upon that factory and thought of all the people that uselessly laid down their lives, all in the name of making lots of money for the big bosses. Why wouldn’t I just move if this view made me so unhappy? Well, because it was useless. Everywhere I went there was pain and suffering and I wouldn’t have to travel to the previous century to see it. Scattered along the London streets you could find strays living under the dark colored English skies. In the cold winters they would freeze and when the temperature was actually decent, they would beg people for understanding, for a means to survive. But no one even saw them. They were treated as if they were not human beings, as if they were just annoyances on the way to the office. Like mosquito’s zooming around your head.

It was sad enough that there were actually a lot of people like me. People that just couldn’t find the light in every day things. I tried so hard to make them see that happiness, but I was starting to realize they might just have been right. The world really is a ridiculously awful place.

I curled up in my bed grabbing the nearest pillow and pushing it against my body for dear life. The tightening, pushing feeling in my chest didn’t care about my attempts to stop it, to get myself to calm down. I knew this wasn’t real. This dark cloud over my mind was just my brain not producing certain hormones. Hormones that would make you see through a more positive pair of glasses.

I felt my heart beat in my chest and the vibration went through my entire body. My muscles were stiff as stone, all I could do was shake. I couldn’t even lift the glass of water that was beside my bed and spilled cold drops of water all over my sheets and soaking the case files that I had laid down next to me.

I looked upon the smudged letters on the paper and tried to wipe away some of the droplets that had fallen on her name. ‘Eliza’ it read, but I could only read it because I knew it was there. Other people would just see the black stains left by my trembling hands.

My eyes instantly filled with tears as I looked upon the smudged file. I couldn’t help her before and now all hope had disappeared that I could ever possibly help her in the future. But I had to. It was my responsibility. I couldn’t just let her feel how she felt now.  It would turn her into the London street homeless or the nineteenth century factory laborers: alone and forgotten. What if she hurt herself? What if she would feel like the whole world was against her? What if she…

I couldn’t finish that thought before I gasped for air and started crying to the beat of my aggressively fast breath. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t do anything right. My entire live was this heap of chaos, this huge uncontrollable mess. There wasn’t a thing I looked forward to anymore, not a thing that I could do right anyway. I had this big responsibility of looking after people, of making them feel at peace with themselves. But they would always end up worse. They told me it wasn’t about me, but that wasn’t the point. I needed to help them and I couldn’t. They were better off without me.

I threw Eliza’s case file through the room, but I couldn’t quite see where it ended up. Everything was blurry from the tears. My hands found their way up my soaked face trying to keep myself from screaming, from falling completely apart. But the knot in my chest just kept getting tighter and tighter. It felt like a heart attack, but I knew it wasn’t. I couldn’t even keep up trying to count the times I had felt like this. I should be used to it by know, but it wasn’t like that. Every time it got worse, every time it took longer to get away and by now it felt like it never really went away at all.

I couldn’t take this anymore. I needed to get away, to a place where this wouldn’t follow me anymore. I needed it gone. Now. Maybe I should just…

I gasped for air and immediately stopped crying through shock of my own thoughts. How could I have let it get this far? My trembling fingers graced over the last tear that was rolling over my cheek. What in good God’s name was I doing? This couldn’t get any further than this. My grip on the pillow loosened and it fell out of my arms on the pile of case files.

With a huge pull of my legs I forced myself to swing them to the edge of the bed. I took up the horn on the phone and turned at the wheel until I had dialed the phone number. After a few agonizing rings someone answered the phone: ‘Hello, Gallagher household.’ The grumpy low voice felt like a little light at the end of the tunnel and the tears started to silently roll over my face again.

‘Dad…’ I said, my voice felt painful and unused. ‘I-I-I’ was all that left my mouth in soft whisper tones.

The tone in his voice spun around. There was now something of concern detectable in it. ‘What’s the matter, love? You can tell us anything, you know.’ By referring not only to him, but also to my mother, I figured she was listening in on us. I could almost picture her pushing her face against my dads to catch what I was saying. Which wasn’t a whole lot.

I really didn’t want to do this. But it had gone too far now. I had made a promise to myself and I wasn’t about to break it like I had broken all of my promises. I just needed…I needed a little… ‘Help’ I cried out followed by a few sobs. ‘Please help me, dad. I need help.’

A Little Help (a Queen fanfiction)

Chapter 1

click here to read the prologue

disclaimers: swearing, mention of drug use, anxiety

Number of words: 4718

A/N: Welcome into the actual story! I promise to you, all this build up is necessary for the plot. I wanted to write a fanfic that wasn’t just romantic and fluff (it’s still going to be those things), but also tackles a difficult topic that I myself have also dealt with. I hope that you guys can appreciate it.

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I lived in 1974. The time in which powerful men in fancy buildings threatened each other with atomic weapons and they called it a ‘cold war.’ I grew up knowing that somewhere in the eastern end of the world bad people called communists wanted to take over the world. Luckily President Leonid Brezhnev from the Soviet Union and president Richard Nixon from the United States have agreed to not be at each others throats from now on. The Vietnam war seemed to have seized as well. It seemed to be won by the North Vietnamese army, but you would never hear an American admit to it.

Economically things weren’t too great either, since that big oil shock of last year ‘was going to affect’ everyone. At least that was what all the people on the telly were telling us. I didn’t quite notice anything yet.

The biggest hit at the moment, to my greatest frustration, was Kung Fu Fighting by Carl Douglas. I heard it everywhere I went. EVERYWHERE. And no matter the situation, I always left the grocery store or the car with that stupid fucking tune stuck in my head.

Talking about infectious tunes, a Swedish band named Abba won the Eurovision Song Contest this year, making their song Waterloo one of the biggest hits of the year.

As always the tabloids were full of drama concerning British stars. Most of it made up. The headline of this week: BREAK UP JOHN LENNON AND YOKO ONO. I didn’t see any use in feeling bad for them since it probably wasn’t even true.  Let’s be honest, who in their right mind would believe the tabloids?

Well, except for my neighbor Betsy, I guess. She kept me up to date with every bit of gossip going  around about our now twenty-six year old prince Charles. According to Betsy he was a ‘highly respectable young man’ and the ‘youths like me’, could really learn some ‘proper British manners’ from him. She lectured me about it every time I left my door and I would have to keep myself once more from hitting an lonely elderly woman.

At least I didn’t have to worry about that right now. It seemed like I was miles and miles away from everything going on in the world. And miles and miles away from my mediocre apartment in south London. All I could see now were the perfectly round Scottish hills which looked like they had been hiding under a soft green blanket. I used the sleeve of my jumper to wipe away the morning daw on the window of the bus so I could clearly see the dark grey sky hanging above the hills. We were rushing by just at the right tempo for me to see the last few leaves fall from the empty branches on the trees.

‘Are you up already?’ I heard a voice say from behind me. I looked up to see Luc, a colleague of mine. ‘You really should’ve slept a little longer. We have a big night tonight, you know.’ He had a thick french accent, but grammatically his English was perfect.

I rolled my eyes at him and looked back at the Scottish morning sky, my sleeves now slightly wet from wiping the window. ‘What would it matter? They have pretty much lost all their fans by showing up pissed drunk to every show.’ I said, my cheek pressed against the cold window. ‘We work our bloody asses off for them every night and they just-‘

‘Throw all our hard work away by thinking they are better rockstars than they are? Yeah, I’m aware, we’ve had this same conversation fifty times in the last two months.’

I shot him a frustrated look, which wasn’t that hard since frustration was basically my morning resting face.

Luc sighed and sat down next to me on the red leather sofa. His hazelnut brown hair was tangled and a few strands had fallen in his face. ‘Look, all we can do is try to make this last show their best. Make sure they show up half decent and not too late.’

I sat back so the back of my head was resting against the top of the seat. ‘We’re not their nannies, Luc. If they want to make it, then they really need to get their act together.’ I said as the bus was going over a big bump in the road. The roads weren’t the best in this part of the country.

‘They’re not gonna make it anyway. You really think their producers will stick around after this?’ Luc asked me and I felt that he was looking at me.

I just kept my eyes at the ceiling of the bus and shrugged. He was right. Within a few days we would all be without a job. ‘So, what are you planning on doing after this tour then?’ I asked mostly because I didn’t have a clue yet of what I wanted to do.

‘Find another job.’

‘Yeah, but what job?’

He remained silent for a few seconds. In the corner of my eyes I could see his lips slightly parting like he was going to say something and then he closed them again. ‘I’ve been trying to find another roadie job for a while, but no one seems to want me anymore after this disaster of a tour.’ He slightly bit his lower lip. ‘Maybe I’ll go back to my old waiter job…In worst case scenario I have to go back to France to work at my fathers bakery. I already know what he is going to say.’

He turned towards me, straightened up and put up his most stern face. I noticed that he actually looked like an old man when he did that, even though he was only twenty-five. The words that then left his mouth were spoken in French and sounded low and grumpy. I couldn’t help but giggle at the sound of it even though I had no idea what he was saying.

‘And that translates to…’ I pushed him. I wasn’t getting far translating this with my secondary school French.

His face remained in the mocking of his father as he spoke in the same voice: ‘Luc, you’re wasting your time with that music. Did you really think these arrogant Englishmen would welcome you into their country? You could do so much better. You could’ve been the best baker in the entire area. All that wasted potential. Terrible!’

I busted out laughing. Luc’s face softened again and he smiled at me proudly for making me laugh. ‘It’s true, tough. We really are incredibly arrogant.’ I said still having trouble controlling my laughter.

‘You’re not…’ he said softly, almost like his words were meant to sooth me. Before I could even attempt to blush he had dramatically changed the tone. ‘I mean, you’re a leprechaun.’ He said with a cheeky grin on his face. A grin that I had come far too familiar with.

I put up my best offended face. ‘I’m only half Irish.’ I said. My lips curled down in a pout and I swirled a strand of my red hair in between my fingers.

‘Half a leprechaun then.’

‘I’m not a leprechaun!’

He laughed and his voice shot up a few times like it always did. When he was laughing he sounded like a thirteen year old boy that had just reached puberty. I secretly thought it was adorable. His laugh came to an end and his face turned a little more serious, the smile still remaining on his face. ‘On a more serious note. What are you going to do after this tour? Are you going back to your old job?’

Oh dear God, there was that dreadful question that I was trying to push out of existence. Over the edge of the world into space, preferably. It had always been the plan to eventually go back to my old job. I just didn’t know if I was ready for it. I was so dreadfully scared to end up like last time. This tour had taken me through these Scottish hills and from pub to pub, making so many friends across the way. I had found some peace and clarity in my mind.

But was I clear and peaceful enough to go back to the life I lived a while ago?

‘Aella?’

I hadn’t even realized that I had been silent for a while until Luc had said my name. ‘Are you okay?’

I nodded to shake myself out of my thoughts. ‘Yeah, I’m alright.’ I said as I looked down at my fidgeting hands. ‘I don’t know what I want to do yet. I’m probably just going back to being an employed and lazy piece of shit.’ I said and I let out a sarcastic chuckle. It sounded way to serious for a joke, though.

‘You’re such a pessimist, goddammit.’

‘You are just as much as me a cynic, Luc. And you know it.’

‘Fucking cheers to that.’

After a short silence I stood up from the sofa and walked over to a record player on the other side of the room. I smiled at the old thing and pulled at the needle that was almost falling apart. I turned around towards Luc. ‘You think we can listen to some music?’

He chuckled and turned his face sidewards. ‘It’s six in the morning, Aella. The rest of the crew will wake up.’

‘We will just turn the volume down really low.’ I said as I ignored his refusal and let my fingers go over the stock of records in the closet next to the record player. They were probably all damaged, because whenever we had made a sharp turn all the records would fly out of the closet. We really should’ve attached them in some way. I wouldn’t mind the occasional scratch or bump though. I just felt like being swept of my feet by a beautiful melody.

My freckled fingers stopped at a single that was half hidden between some bigger records and pulled it out from between the mess. I let the vinyl glide through my fingers as I turned it towards the A-side and put it in the record player. When the needle started gracing the single, the room was filled with the voice of Elton John. I slowly nodded my head to the complicated piano rhythm. ‘And I’m gonna be hiiiiIIIIgh as a kite by then.’ I sung purposely flat noted even though I was classically trained in singing. Purposely singing awful just was a lot more amusing.

Luc grinned from the sofa and then threw back his head. ‘Ah man, I wish I was high as a kite.’ He said. I smiled at the thought of all the memories of this tour and realized that for most of them Luc had been smoking. I didn’t know whether it was just a habit of his or if all frenchmen were complete stoners.

The quality of the speakers was really poorly, but I could still feel the beauty as the chords mashed with Elton’s words. When I listened to music, I almost felt like I knew the musicians. Or at least the people they were pretending to be.

I closed my eyes and threw my hands up above my head, swirling them around, led by the music. ‘I’m a rocketmaaaan’ I sang along softly, to not wake the rest of the crew. And I just stood there for a while, letting the music guide my movements.

‘You’re so beautiful.’

It was merely a whisper, but I could still hear it over the low volume of the music. I slowly lowered my hands, but I didn’t yet dared to open my eyes. I know I had them closed way too long for any social standards, but the lump in my throat commanded me to keep them from being opened.

I heard footsteps come closer to me until I felt Luc’s presence hovering over me. He was one of those people that had a signature smell without using perfume or deodorant and I think I could spot his from mars if he would ever go there.

I frighteningly opened my eyes and stared right into his brown ones. That little moment seemed to stretch on forever. I didn’t dare to move at all, it was a wonder that I was still able breath. ‘Only you could dance to this music.’

‘You can dance to all music’ I replied, still petrified.

His blue eyes travelled to my lips as he leaned in, his lips slightly parting before they touched mine. And I let them. As a thank you for all the amazing times on tour. For making me feel ten times better than before all of this. But most of all, because I had secretly been hoping he would kiss me.

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I could still hear the scratching of the needle over the empty vinyl. Scratch, scratch, scratch. The sound was still playing as I walked through the door of my apartment complex. I hadn’t even fully grasped that I was home again. In spirit I was still in that bus, on my way to Glasgow. In my head I was still standing there with Luc, making out to the Elton John track that had already come to an end. And so it started scratching. Scratch, scratch, scratch.

I dragged my hand over my face as I entered the elevator. What was I going to do with this situation? He had asked me if he could call and I had agreed, but was that really what I wanted? Did I really like him? I seemed to be so sure about that at first.

‘Oh ms. Callaghan, that’s not a way to present yourself! All the youth wears nowadays are those awful jeans and jumpers.’ My neighbor Betsy remarked as I walked down the hallway wearing just that. ‘A lady should be wearing a presentable blouse with an elegant skirt. Below the knees of course. I bet that if our prince chooses a princes she will be very dignified.’

‘I’m sure she will be, mrs. Smith.’ I monotonously expressed as I put down my bags to search for my keys. It would be just my luck that right now of all moments, I didn’t remember where I had put them.

‘Oh, I sure hope he will get married soon. How delightful would a royal wedding be?’ She said and she smiled so widely that all the wrinkles in her face started to fold upwards.

‘Very delightful, indeed.’ I said. I had found out a while ago that answering in short polite answers was the way to get rid of her the fastest. But it took everything in me to not correct her on her narrow minded, elitist and nationalistic ideas.

‘Oh, before I forget, you should really fix your telephone, dear. It hasn’t stopped ringing for the last two days.’ She sternly stated.

‘Well, that’s what telephones are supposed to do, mrs. Smith.’ Oof, I shouldn’t have said that. I braced myself for the impact.

‘Don’t be such a smart mouth!’ She cried out, raising a wrinkly finger with a delicately painted fingernail in the process. ‘I am the one that had to listen to it for two whole days!’

I can’t believe that all my tax money is going to women like this. I could’ve think of better ways to spent my money. And to spent this moment differently for that matter. ‘Forgive me for my rudeness.’ I forced through my teeth as I had finally found my keys and started to open my front door. ‘I will definitely look at my telephone.’

‘Don’t just look at it! Fix it!’

‘I will! I will right now!’ I hurriedly said as stepped inside of my house. ‘So, if you’d excuse me.’

A few mutterings about the ‘youths of nowadays’ still slipped through the crack of my door as I closed it, but I was content with not having to listen to another lecture of her.

As my front door clicked closed, I looked upon my apartment that I hadn’t laid eyes upon in two months. It was almost like I had never left. Like that whole tour didn’t happen. Not the crappy shows, not the excessive drinking of the band, not the kiss I had shared with Luc. None of it. I had always had this feeling after coming home from a vacation. But coming home from work and feeling like you hadn’t really been there at all was a totally new experience to me.

I never had that problem at my old job…

Yeah, but my old job brought along other very pleasant issues like-

I was shaken out of my thoughts by the phone ringing from inside the bedroom. My heart skipped a few beats as I looked at the phone on my bed-stand that I could just see through the crack of the door. Maybe it was Luc…I really really didn’t want to speak to him right now. My chest started tightening a bit as I thought about what I had to say to him. It felt just like a year ago.

I jumped at the sound of a fist pounding on the door, even though it had sounded soft and delicate. I stood there for a fear-filled moment as I was going over my choices. Surely I was exaggerating all this and I should just pick up the phone.  Realizing that fist was probably from a certain wrinkly neighbor that was planning on complaining about the sound of the phone, I finally moved.

Still slightly shaken up I picked up the phone from the horn. ‘Hello? Aella Gallagher speaking.’ I said barely loud enough for the other person to hear my response.

‘Aella, this is Veronica!’ An almost relieved sounding female voice answered.

I felt the muscles in my chest relax again as I realized that it was just an old friend from secondary school. We had met up a while ago to chat and drink coffee. Even though I hadn’t heard from her since, I had never been more delighted to answer the phone to her voice. ‘Veronica! How nice to hear of you! How are you doing?’ I breathed out.

‘Well, I’ve been calling you for the last two days. So yeah, I’m slightly stressed.’ She jokingly expressed.

Suddenly it dawned on me that mrs. Smith had said that I had been called about a million times in the last two days. Well, phone fixed; it was Veronica. But why in the hell would she call me so many times? ‘Oh…’ I let out confusingly. ‘I was on tour. Is something wrong?’

‘Well, yeah sort of.’ She said. It sounded like she was a little bit dazzled herself. Probably because she hadn’t expected me to pick up the phone. ‘My fiancée-‘

I stopped her right there. ‘Stop right there! You’re getting married?! To that guy you were dating last April? Did he propose?’ I said letting out a wave of questions. I remember her glowing as she spoke of him. All around it was not hard to notice how much she loved this guy. But I certainly hadn’t expected her to drop this bomb on me.

‘Well, yes.’ She softly let out. ‘It happened last summer. We’re getting married next year. I will send you an invite, but that wasn’t actually why I called.’

I fell back on the bed next to the phone. As I tried to comprehend this strange conversation. Veronica tended to have trouble expressing herself from time, but this was honestly the most confusing talk I had ever had with her. And that says a lot since I used to tutor her mathematics. ‘You drop a bomb on me like that and you expect me to talk about something else?’

‘Well yes, it’s kind of important, Aella.’

I sighed. ‘Okay, you have my attention. But you have to tell me everything about your proposal afterward.’ I exclaimed, waving my finger up in the air sternly. I wondered what could possibly be more important and urgent than her getting married to a man I had never met before. I wondered what he was like and if he was nice to her. Even though we didn’t speak as often as we used to, I still cared a lot for Veronica.

‘You’ve got yourself a deal.’

‘Spill.’

I heard a sigh come from the other side of the line. ‘So, my fiancé-‘

‘The one you’re going to tell me all about in a minute.’

‘Yes him. Well, I have told you he was in a band, didn’t I?’

‘Sure.’ I said laying down on the grey covers on my bed. I remembered telling her that it probably wasn’t smart dating a musician, since they were always on the road and a lot of times there was drugs and alcohol involved with them. She had responded by saying that he was different. Yeah right.

‘Well, they’re going on tour this October and they still need an assistant stage manager. And I was sort of wondering if you could fill up that position…’ her voice faded out into an expecting silence.

‘Going on tour with your fiancé?’ I asked confused as I sat up straight again. Of all the things she could’ve asked me, this one wasn’t on my list of possibilities.

‘Yes, will you please consider it? You will be paid really well and you can also build up a name for yourself. They’re relatively well known, you know. And well, they’ve been going to a rough time lately…Begin this year they had to cancel several shows because the guitarist had gotten really ill. They just…They just deserve to have everything go right at this tour.’

I detected a sense of sadness and desperation in her voice. I hadn’t realized she had become so close to her boyfriends band-members. A silence fell in which I organized all the information in my head and went over my options. Being a roadie was actually supposed to be a one time thing, but if Veronica thought they were special. ‘What were they called again?’ I asked, trying to recall her telling me the name of her boyfriend’s band.

‘They’re called Queen.’

‘As in Her Majesty?’

‘Yes.’

‘I don’t recall- wait’ I said abruptly jumping up from my bed, leaving the the phone on my silver sheets. I stormed towards my living room, where I had my records orderly stored. I let my eyes frantically go over the selves of my wooden closer where I had labeled all of my LP’s. They were all alphabetically ordered since I didn’t want to lose any of them. When it came to other things I was the messiest person you could imagine, but my records were my proudest possession. My eyes arrived at the letter ‘Q’ and I noticed to my own surprise a label on a black cover saying ‘Queen-Queen II’.

I quickly took out the record and stared at the cover of four men staring intensely at me. As I walked back to the bedroom I turned the cover over and my eyes fell on the names of the band members. ‘John Deacon’. I mumbled to myself. Of course, that’s what her boyfriend was called. Wow, I really was a horrible friend and now it actually backfired.

Veronica’s voice was very softly hearable through the phone on my bed. ‘Aella? Hello?’

I picked it up as I sat back down on the bed with my eyes still focused on the record in my hand. ‘Sorry, I ran out, Ron.’ I said not entirely focused. ‘I just realized that I have an LP from them. I heard a song of them on the radio a while ago and decided to buy the entire album.’ I decided to leave out the fact that I hadn’t actually listened to the record yet. I bought a bunch of them every week and most of them just disappeared in my closet. Including this piece of vinyl.

‘Really? What do you think?’ She asked me enthusiastically. I suddenly regretted my white lie. I couldn’t even remember what they had sounded like when I had heard them on the radio. I just remembered that I liked it.

‘Uhm yeah, they’re good.’

I think, I added in my mind. I went with my fingers over the tracks on the album and ended on the last track. Seven Seas of Rhye. I was almost completely sure that that was the song I had been hearing on the radio. ‘You said they were relatively well known…’

‘Yes, they are. Their second album was fifth on the album charts this year. They have been asked to perform on Top of the Pops…The tour I’m talking about will be a world tour.’

‘What?!’ I yelled out. ‘A-a w-world tour? How would I have missed something like that?’ I wondered to myself out loud.

Veronica remained silent for a few seconds, but spoke up again before I could’ve processed all this information. ‘But you said that you had heard of them…’

Never tell a friend a lie for their own good. It will always blow up in your face. ‘Yes, I have. But I didn’t realize they were such a big deal.’ My voice faded out at the end of my sentence. ‘When will they be leaving?’ I added after a short silence.

‘In a week. That’s why I’m calling you, they can’t seem to find anyone.’

‘A week?!’ I screeched. There was hardly any volume behind my voice, my scream was that high. I would be insane to say yes. I just came back from two months of hardly any sleep. I was totally drained of all energy, there was no way I could dive in, head first, into a high-demanding job like this. It being in a week also meant that I had already missed rehearsals. I had to learn the schedule on the road.

But still there remained a voice in my head reminding me of all the promising details of this tour. I got to travel the world, something I had always wished to do, but didn’t have the time nor money for. This was my opportunity to work with an actual headlining band that were going somewhere with their career. They would probably perform in actual halls, not just the puny pubs that I had visited way too much of recently. Besides, I knew deep down that it was too soon for me to go back to my old job. If I would postpone it a little longer, then I better postpone it in style.

‘Aella? Are you still there?’ I heard Veronica say and it snatched me away from my conflicted mind.

‘Did any of the band members ever get too drunk or too high to walk let along perform?’ I asked her with a specific memory in mind. Having to carry the lead-singer on stage was still one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.

A confused moment of silence followed. ‘Uh, not that I know of.’ She said, confused by my sudden off-topic question. ‘I don’t know how much John doesn’t tell me, but I know all four of these guys, Aella. I can say with a high amount of certainty that things like that won’t happen. This will be a good experience, I promise you. I’m not just saying that because I’m engaged to the bassist. You’ve never experienced a show like a Queen show before.’

It was these words of Veronica that made up my mind. I remembered all the times Veronica had given me advice in secondary school. And mostly all the countless occasions I had ignored those pieces of well-meant wisdom. From the time I had asked cigaret-tommy to the dance, to the time that I skipped school to go to a Beatles concert. All these things had ended badly, every single time. I had to believe my old friend this time, for all the times I had shamelessly ignored her. But also because I actually believed that she was the wiser one of us too.

‘Okay. Count me in then. Will you finally talk about your proposal now?’

Master Post ‘A Little Help’

Summary: Aella Gallagher has always been an anxious girl. When her mental health deteriorates so much that she has to quite her day time job, she chooses roadie work as her back-up plan. With only limited amount of work experience she receives an opportunity to work for Queen on their Sheer Heart Attack Tour. Her dream of travelling the world in mind, she accepts only to be sucked up in a world full of alcohol, nail polish, eyeliner and ego’s. On top of all that she doesn’t seem to get along with that one particular band member, no matter how hart she tries...

A/N: I made this masterpost so it would be easier for you guys to find back all the chapters. I will update it every time I post a chapter. Not that any one is reading this (yet), but I have faith in this story and I am so eager to write the rest of it! :)

If any of you think: ‘hey, this is a cool story, I want to know how it ends.’ Please let me know and I will tag you in the next chapter! And if you write stories too, please let me, because I actually need to read more.

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Prologue

chapter 1

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