Michael-loves-chickens - Idek Rn

Could u pleaseeee write something where Rog finds out the Reader's pregnant for himself and he's all mad (and sad cause she didn't tell him) and they fight but then it ends all fluffy plzzzz

Roger’s POV

Something was up with Y/N. She had been avoiding me for a few weeks now. She was asleep when I got home at night and up and out of the house in the morning.

I was left to wonder what I’d done wrong. Was she cheating on me? Was she breaking up with me?

I was didn’t want to lose her. I was going to find out sooner or later, why couldn’t she just tell me?

Time skip...

I was happy to be home after a long hard recording session.

I had headed upstairs to shower and realized there was no soap. I was looking for some in Y/N’s drawer when something caught my eye. A plastic stick with a plus sign. If this is what I think it is...

“Y/N, love.”

No answer.

“Y/N.”

I moved her shoulder slightly and she started to wake up.

“Rog? I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Y/N is there anything you’d like to tell me?”

“No, why.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”

She kept denying that anything was going on.

“Why are you lying to me?! You’ve been ignoring me for weeks! What did I do?! You haven’t spoken to or so much as looked at me!”

“Roger stop yelling at me.”

“No! You have been treating me like I don’t matter and all because you couldn’t tell me you were pregnant!”

(This was when he knew, he fucked up.)

“Why do you say that?”

She looked scared. I immediately felt guilt wash over me and I regretted yelling at her.

“Darling I found the test. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

I think sudden change in tone confused her slightly and it took her a moment to reply.

“We’ve never talked about kids, hell we’re not even married. I didn’t think you’d want a baby.”

“I wish you had told me earlier, I wouldn’t have been angry with you. I was actually pissed that you kept it from me for this long.”

I was disappointed in myself for making her think in any way that I wouldn’t be happy about a mini Y/N or mini me running around.

“Darling, I love you. I’m thrilled that we’re going to have a baby.”

“You are?”

“Of course.”

“I’m relieved. I couldn’t hide it for too long. I’m already about 2 months.”

I was going to be a father. How amazing was that?

I laid on the bed and pulled Y/N to my chest as I started playing with her hair.

“So Rog...how long do you think we can go without the boys noticing?”

“Mmmm I don’t know. At least 3 weeks.”

“Bet?”

“Of course. We’ll figure out the winnings later love,” I laughed.

I loved how she could go from upset to happy in such a short time.

We talked for a little longer about baby things and such before I realized she had drifted off to sleep.

I kissed her forehead and whispered, “ I love you two so much,” before closing my own eyes.

I couldn’t be any happier at the moment.

I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?

every time you see a headline like this

I want you to remember these ones

Bravo, Cory Booker. Let the resistance take the momentum started by AOC and Bernie, add Cory and Chris Murphy, encourage all Democrats to speak out, and keep these fascist Republicans on their heels.

Punch back.

Why is Henderson!Reader the god tier trope for me with Eddie ??

Like I’m all for bestfriend!reader, she’s a part of Hellfire, into metal or not but my god the second It’s Dustin’s sister I’m sold.

I May Be Dumb, But I’m Not Stupid (Part 1)

[Roger Taylor]

A/N: Ok so this is my first fan fiction. This is mainly based on Ben Hardy/Roger Taylor, because who doesn’t need that. This is probably gonna be multiple parts but bare with me because I have no idea what I’m doing and this may be complete shit. So for rn just enjoy!

(P.s. These are like background details and the necessary setup for the story so it’s kind of boring and short but I promise it’ll be more dramatic later.)

😊-C

Y/ N’s P.O.V

Ever seen Roger Taylor without a girl on his arm? I sure haven’t, hell I usually am one of those girls. I’ve been one of those girls for years, ever since I met Roger at a pub his band performed in...

I think it was his smile, or maybe it was the way he played his drums, or maybe it was how he sang. I don’t quite remember what attracted me to him, but I do remember that as soon as he was on stage, he caught my eye. I was out with a few friends that night, but I had already lost sight of them. The band’s music got my attention and I couldn’t help but stare at the blonde drummer. He was very attractive in my book and my gaze couldn’t be torn from him. He momentarily looked up from his drum kit and made eye contact with me. That wink he gave me made me sure that I would have to find a way to talk to this man.

Later that night, I was about to go search for my friends when someone bumped into me. I was about to yell at them for nearly making me drop my beer when I realized it was the drummer from the band. You can’t yell at him, contain yourself. Attractive man in front of you, don’t fuck this up. He just smirked at me.

“What’s your name love?”

“Y/N.”

“Well Y/N, how about I buy you a drink and we talk about your oh so obvious attraction to me?” he asked with a not-so-innocent grin.

And that was that. Same old story, boy meets girl, boy and girl talk, boy and girl hook up, and that’s the end of it. However, when I received a phone call a few days later from this musician asking if I wanted to come to one of his gigs and “talk” again afterwards, I was shocked yet delighted.

Overtime, it became a regular occurance for me to hook up with Roger. There started to be days where we would just talk (real talking, get your minds out of the gutter) and I realized I genuinely liked spending time with Roger. I slowly became closer with both Roger and his band mates. It was kind of a friends with benefits situation, Rog and I could go from talking about his new ridiculous fashion statement to whispering dirty things in each other’s ears in 5 seconds flat. I knew he was sleeping with other girls and I was with other guys, but neither of us seemed to care. When their band blew up he even insisted on me touring with them.

Of course I agreed. How could I go months without Freddie’s dramatic stories, or Deaky’s sarcasm, or Brian and Roger’s frequent ridiculous arguments? Plus he claimed he would miss me too much to leave me at home.

The average day on tour began with a hangover from the night before. It was always a tossup who’s room I would end up sleeping in, or if I would even end up in one of the guy’s rooms. I would then go through the process of possibly having to get rid of any male “friends” I had aquired the night before and then making myself presentable for the day. Next, sound check (which I always sat in on), lunch break, pre-show preparation, concert, party, repeat.

I had grown to have a small crush on Rog, but my want for a relationship with him was overshadowed by the fact that he most likely did not reciprocate those feelings. Even though I knew this very tiny, minuscule crush would go away, it still killed me every time I saw Roger talking to, flirting with, breathing near another girl. The normal jealously things, right?

I’m not saying Roger and I didn’t still mess around, but he still got as many other girls into bed as possible. I knew I was his favorite, that’s why he dragged me to recording studios, events, tours, etc as often as possible. However, unlike the other girls I got the almighty privilege of being able to hang out with the band whenever I wanted because contrary to the media’s beliefs, I was not just Roger’s plaything.

A few years passed and I still hadn’t gotten rid of my crush on Roger. I tried to ignore it but it kept reappearing. I was able to find temporary distractions, but my mind always went back to the drummer. I thought I would be able to repress my feelings. Little did I know that I wouldn’t be able to hide my emotions forever. Problems always seem to arise at the worst possible moments and boy was I about to be drowning in a sea of complications, all because of my dumb feelings for the unattainable.

Despite being on opposite ends of the spectrum, season 2 and season 12 Spencer Reid were just the height of hotness

Like...

Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

Anon: Heyyyy since you are taking requests, I’ve been wanting to see a Ben!roger x reader when he tells her that Freddie has been diagnosed with AIDS and how they cope together

A/N: So this is gonna be real sad, just prepare.

3rd person POV

As soon as Y/N saw the clock strike 1 am, she knew something was wrong. Roger was never home past 12:50 unless she was with him. Where was he?

She called the guys’ houses. No answer. She called the studio. They had left earlier.

She waited for hours until she heard the front door open. There were some loud footsteps and what sounded like furniture shifting. Y/N got off of the couch where she had been sitting, only to have Roger stumble around the corner.

She couldn’t figure out if he was drunk or tired or both. But, when Roger wrapped his arms around Y/N, she could see tears running down his face. He could barely keep himself standing. A sobbing Roger was not a common sight.

Y/N dragged Roger to the couch as best she could. She couldn’t stand seeing him like this. His slumped form on the couch still shook as he cried.

Sitting down on the couch, Y/N leaned into Roger and let him lay his head on her shoulder. From the moment Y/N sat down, Roger held onto her and wouldn’t let go.

“Rog love, do you want to tell me what happened?”

“I-he-it was just...”

“You never cry Rog, what’s wrong?”

Roger could barely get out a word without a sob racking body.

“It’s Fred.”

“Oh.”

“He’s...he’s got it.”

“What?”

“He’s sick Y/N.”

She wasn’t expecting that. Poor Freddie. Now not only was Roger crying, Y/N was beginning to let a few tears fall.

She could have tried being strong for Freddie and for Roger, but she too let herself collapse into Roger and cry.

“Y/N he’s got to get better. He just has to. I know he will.”

Y/N didn’t answer. They both knew the truth. But in that moment it was just quiet. It was better to be quiet.

They didn’t have to accept it yet.

“I’m so sorry Rog.”

“I am too love.”

They knew he wasn’t getting better. They feared the inevitable. But rather than discussing anything, they just held each other and didn’t let go. They never wanted to let go.

Hamilton, Act Two Big Mood