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Roger Taylor Pregnancy Headcanons/ Timeline (Part 4: Labor and Delivery)

A/N: So I know like nothing about like birth and all that, so if this is like way off, awful, or inaccurate, I’m trying my best. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!!!- C

(Requests are o-p-e-n!!!!!!)

For the last few weeks, things were quiet and relaxing

But one afternoon as you sat watching tv with Roger, you felt pains in your lower abdomen

So when you said to Roger that you were having contractions, that tranquility was broken very quickly

Roger got up so fast you though he would surely break an ankle

He was running around like a chicken with its head cut off

He was getting your bag and the baby’s bag and he was calling people who were wanted at the hospital

He barely noticed you struggling to get your shoes on and make your way to the car

You figured you’d have enough time to wait for Roger to notice you were gone before you really had to be at the hospital

It soon struck Roger that he was forgetting something...you

So he naturally panicked for a few minutes when he couldn’t find you, then realized you were probably already in the car

The drive to the hospital was full of stress (for Roger)

And so was getting out of the car

And so was walking into the hospital

And so was signing into the hospital

And so was getting to your room

And so was talking to the doctor

If you can’t tell by now, Roger was stressed

You were honestly relaxed

It was probably the fact that you could look over at Roger and see that he was having a far worse mental breakdown than you were

So you just sat and patiently waited for the guys and your parents to arrive

Doctors and visitors came through continually

When your contractions started getting worse, you practically had Roger’s hand in a death grip

You could see Roger’s pained face as he tried not to pull away from you

This continued on and off and each time Roger’s attempts not to let go of you got better and better

Mentally you were laughing hysterically at him

In reality, you were using some rather colorful language in Roger’s direction

Like just imagine, your in the middle of a contraction and your telling your lovely boyfriend some rather violent things that you would do after you had the baby

And the guys walk in, freeze for a moment, and just leave as quietly as possible in terror of your wrath

When you were told that you had to start pushing, Roger basically had an aneurysm

“You’re doing great Y/N.”

“I love you darling.”

“We’re going to have a baby soon.”

He wouldn’t shut up

So when you turned to him and said “Roger...shut the fuck up. I am pushing a human being out of me and it would be so lovely if you could get your head out of your ass and be a nice, silent, comforting boyfriend.”

The complete horror that struck his face did give you some comfort

As soon as the doctor showed you your baby, both of you realized you’d never been happier

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you love,” Roger whispered to you as he pressed a kiss to your forehead

“All the stress and panic was so worth it.”

“Y/N, I didn’t know you were so stressed sweetheart.”

“Oh no, I meant dealing with your stress and panic was worth it.”

At that moment all that mattered to you was your family

You had only just met this perfect little person and you loved them more than anything

Attention: Please Read 👇

(So if y’all liked this, you should request some more stuff. I love hearing your ideas and I’ve finally started writing a new series. So, I’ll need some stuff to post while I’m writing that. I’m also happy to answer submissions that are just blurbs or literally venting about how fucking amazing Queen and 5sos are 😊. -C)

Roger Taylor Pregnancy Headcanons/Timeline

(Part 2: Telling Family)

A/N: So I’m hoping to be working on another series soon. 😉😉 It’s probably going to be an oc fic and I’m really excited so... Anyway here’s part 2. Requests are open!!!!!

You and Roger have known about the baby for almost a month now

And you have yet to tell anyone

You two have been talking about ways to tell the guys but you just can’t seem to get it right

Every time you’ve tried to tell them, one of you chokes at the last second or something else gets in the way of your announcement

One day Roger invites you to the studio to listen to them record

You had been particularly nauseous that day and the guys had noticed

They kept asking if you were ok and it was starting to piss you off, because technically yes you were fine, you felt sick but it wasn’t the time to tell them why

That combined with your mood swings bothered you to no end

And when you were pissed off, Roger was pissed off

About halfway through the day you and Roger were 5 seconds from exploding

So when Brian asked for the 5th time that day if you were ok, Roger lost it

“Actually Brian, Y/N is fine, we’re both wonderful actually. Every fucking time we’ve tried to tell you the good news something got in the way.”

“Roger what are you talking about?” Brian asked.

“Y/N’s pregnant.”

It had all happened so...awfully

You had been waiting to tell them in the most fantastic way, but hey, the secret was out

They all immediately got up and hugged you and Rog

Congratulations we’re heard all around the studio

Freddie talked about how much he was going to spoil the baby

Brian already said he’d keep the kid from becoming a complete nightmare (knowing you two)

Now that you had told the rest of the band, you and Roger finally felt some relaxation

Until you realized you still had to tell your parents

You didn’t really want to be driving all over the country at the time

What was the best way to get your families in one place at one time?

In true Roger fashion, he decided on a party

You managed to get a hold of everyone and were able to set the party for a week later

You’d already had multiple people ask if you wanted a drink and you obviously denied them all

Your mother was starting to become suspicious

You never passed on a glass of wine

When the party was coming to its end, Roger stood up

“Excuse me everyone, could I have your attention for one moment. We never really gave a reason for this party so we might as well tell you now...Y/N’s pregnant!!!!”

Before the end of the party you had gotten many hugs, handshakes, and promised of gifts from family

You looked over from where you were standing to see Roger smiling at you

How did you get so lucky?

Can u plzzzz write something about Ben!Rog where it's a timeline of the reader and him going through pregnancy? Like when she found out she was pregnant all the way up to delivering the baby? It's all over the place but I'd love for u to write it♥️

Roger Taylor Pregnancy Headcanons/Timeline (Part 1: Telling Roger)

A/N: I really love this idea. I haven’t had like any time to write in the last two weeks so even though this isn’t the whole thing, I wanted to post something. So, I had an idea to kind of split up the headcanons into like periods. I will get the whole concept done, especially since my winter break starts next week!!!!!!!😎 -C

PS: Requests Are Open.

So when you found out you were pregnant, you thought Roger was going to freak out.

You weren’t planning on kids at all and you thought that with his career and all, he wouldn’t want it.

You made sure to go to the doctor and everything just so that you could be sure.

About two weeks after finding out, Roger was due home in an hour and you decided it was the night to tell him.

You weren’t sure how yet but tonight was the night.

When he walked in the door, you just went for it...sort of.

“Hey Rog.”

“Hello love.”

He kissed you on the forehead and moved toward the living room.

“Say Roger, what’ll you be doing in oh I don’t know, 9 months?”

“I don’t know, why do you ask?”

Ok. Just try again.

“I don’t I just thought there may be a new addition that we’d make in about 9 months.”

“Like to the house?”

How was he still not connecting the dots here?

“No Roger, I’m pregnant.”

Well that was one way to convey your message. In a very very blunt way.

But then, he started laughing.

“That was funny Y/N. I really thought you were pregnant for a minute.”

“I am.”

You handed him the papers from the doctor and the test.

Silence fell over the room as Roger’s eyes widened and a slight look of panic took over his face.

“You’re really not kidding are you.”

He was searching your serious expression for any sign of you cracking a smile or holding in a laugh.

“No.”

He stood up and for a moment you thought he was going to leave.

You thought you were going to be left alone to raise this child, when suddenly he wrapped his arms around you and picked you up.

“I’m going to be a father!!!”

He was happy. You could relax.

“I love you so much Y/N.”

“You’re not mad?”

“How could I be? You already do so much for me and now you’re giving me a baby. My life couldn’t be any better.”

That night when you went to bed, as you were cuddling with Roger, your dreams couldn’t help but be filled with the giggles of a baby and your future happy family.

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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.

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.

“Uh Oh”

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do like a fun day with the boys (BoRhap cast as their characters) and Roger brings the person he likes? They could be doing any number of things like studio or movie or something. Basically just fluff all around (Thank you sooooo much @graceelizabeth2 !!!!!)

A/N: THIS IS LITERALLY ALL FLUFF JUST A WARNING. ITS ALL LIKE DOMESTIC AND CUTE!!!!(Also if you guys want like an oc or something just tell me, I basically use the reader as a default) - C

It was Y/N’s first time meeting the rest of the band. Of course she was nervous, she was meeting one of the biggest bands in the world. However, she was faced with another factor; Roger’s reputation.

Roger never really had serious relationships, so when he finally admitted that he wanted to keep seeing Y/N, she was shocked to say the least.

Obviously his band mates knew of his new “friend” as soon as Roger let the word “girlfriend” slip out of his mouth.

Roger had been hesitant to let Y/N meet his friends and he always managed to make up some excuse as to why she couldn’t go. Roger knew his friends could be...interesting and he didn’t want them to scare off someone he really cared for.

On the other hand, Y/N didn’t want the rest of the band to hate her. She already wasn’t part of a famous crowd, it would be easy for Roger to drop her if she didn’t fit in.

Walking into the studio felt as if she was walking into another world.

Roger guided Y/N to the correct room and kept his hand on her lower back as they entered.

Immediately, the three other members of the band lifted their heads to see Roger and Y/N walk in.

Their smirks already told Y/N that she was in for one hell of a day.

Y/N came to learn in a matter of minutes that Freddie was rather theatrical (what an understatement), Brian was the most sensible out of the band (though he was still very sarcastic), and Deaky was quiet and extremely cheeky.

“Roger aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend???”

Freddie was grinning at Roger and Y/N could tell he was trying to push her boyfriend’s buttons.

“This is Y/N. Be nice.”

“Hello darling, wonderful to meet you I’m Freddie.”

“Brian.”

“Please call me Deacy.”

She felt uncomfortable. She didn’t exactly know how to act. Y/N always wanted people to like her and when meeting new people, she was extremely careful about how she presented herself.

“Now Roger, since you’re already late, later than Freddie even, you’ll be recording first.”

“Brian I bet you’re just making me do that so you can interrogate my girlfriend.”

“Of course he is, how dare you suggest any different.”

This only solidified what Y/N had already thought about the boys.

As the day went on, Y/N became more comfortable and started making friends with the other guys.

“Y’know Rog, we like her. Much better than other girls you’ve let speak to us.”

Brian was right. Roger’s past flings had been rude to and really quite dumb. Y/N was sweet and could actually have an insightful conversation, as well as make very snide and sarcastic comments.

Roger was now sitting on the couch next to Y/N and he could tell she was more relaxed.

“I told you that there was nothing to worry about love,” Roger whispered.

“I like your friends. They’re definitely more um...”

“Yeah. I know they’re a lot.”

I leaned into his shoulder and he kissed my forehead. But Roger was Roger and he lifted my chin and left pecks all over my face and neck, avoiding my lips.

“Roger stop making out with Y/N and maybe, oh I don’t know, help with the recording.”

Y/N knew this was the beginning of a very interesting chapter in her life.

Imagine where the reader is calming down her now drunk boyfriend at a pub (B.H. Roger Taylor) from getting into a bar fight because another guy “flirted” or “touched” you. Angst and FLUFF xxoxoxo

(A/N: Thank you for requesting @inlovewithmybicycle 😊😊😊. Also, I feel like this around the beginning of Queen, so just go with it 😂.)

(P.s. Also low key kinda proud of my self cause I wrote this in like half an hour.)

-C

Y/N’s POV

Roger is such a baby when he’s drunk. He’s prone to having temper tantrums, screaming and yelling, and even throwing things. So, when Roger has decided to throw a punch at some guy at the bar, I knew I had to step in.

You see, Roger had wandered off and because I wasn’t too worried that he would get into trouble, I went to go get another drink.

As I was waiting for my drink, an obviously intoxicated man came up to me and started hitting on me. (I’m mean who wouldn’t y’all are gorgeous af). I had dealt with this type of situation before, so I knew to just ignore the guy and reject his advances. Everything was fine until the creep decided to grab my hips and try and kiss me.

It was almost as if an alarm went off in my head telling me Roger was coming and I could tell he was not happy.

Suddenly the man was pulled from me by my boyfriend. Roger had a raised fist and was gripping the guy by the collar of his shirt.

Knowing the consequences of the fight I yanked on Roger’s raised arm, letting him know I wanted to leave.

He looked between me and the stranger for a few moments before deciding to drop him.

He directed me towards the exit and through the crowd that had congregated around the expected fight.

“Did he hurt you Y/N?”

“Rog I’m fi-“

“God, if I had the chance, that jackass would be 6 feet under ground by now.”

Roger was red in the face and his heavy breathing and pacing wasn’t helping calm his fury.

I walked over to him and placed both of my hands on his shoulders in an attempt to get him to stop for a second.

He looked at me with soulful eyes and I couldn’t help but melt under his gaze. He just wanted me to be safe, but he always toook things to extremes.

“Roger, I’m fine. Nothing I’ve never seen or heard before.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

His words were slurring and I could tell that the alcohol was catching up with him.

“I just don’t want people talking to you like that or touching you, especially the touching part. I’m the only one that can do that stuff. You’re mine.”

I leaned in to his chest and wrapped my arms around him and he rested his chin on my head.

“You’re just trying to protect me and I understand that, but I wish you wouldn’t take things so far Rog.”

“I would do anything for you, love. Even if it meant causing a little mayhem.”

I laughed slightly at that comment knowing it was probably true. Also knowing Roger, there would always be mayhem involved.

“I love you Y/N.”

It sounded like heaven coming from his mouth. Every time he said it, I could hear angels sing.

“I love you too.”

He may be a drunk idiot, but he’s my drunk idiot.

I May Be Dumb, But I’m Not Stupid (Part 3)

[Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader]

Read Parts 1 & 2 First!!!!!!!!!

A/ N: First of all sorry this took so long. I’ve had a very busy week and a half and I had like zero time to just sit and write. This is also the last part in this series ☹️, so I’m going to try and start on other imagines and such. If you guys have any requests for imagines, headcanons, concepts, or blurbs, I will definitely try to work on them.-C

(P.s. Sorry this first series was super short but, it’s my first time writing so 🤷‍♀️.)

Y/N’s POV

Roger’s fist had connected with the guy’s nose before I could even move.

“Why are you bothering her? Did he do anything to you Y/N?”

Roger couldn’t just shut his mouth. I knew he was tipsy and that wasn’t helping his judgement but, he had to go and have one of his little meltdowns at the worst possible time.

I placed my hand against Roger’s chest in hopes that it would somehow calm his rage.

It did not.

The guy, whose name I didn’t even know yet, already had a bloody nose and the look of terror on his face told me he wasn’t going to put up much of a fight against Roger.

Roger then proceeded to threaten the guy with so many injuries that I lost count and after several more attempts to both physically and verbally attack, Brian and I managed to drag Rog away from the bar we had been standing at.

I then decided that it would just be easier to take Roger home and by that I mean he was already dragging me towards the exit as I gave John, Brian, and Freddie a nervous smile.

I didn’t know what Roger was going to do. Usually his actions were predictable but right now, I was panicking. There were three possible scenarios; Roger decides he’s in the mood, Roger goes on a rant and starts yelling until he gets tired, or (my worst nightmare) he finally decides to cut me loose.

Roger’s POV

I was beyond livid. How dare she talk to him and expect that I wouldn’t be angry. Does she not care how I feel? All I want is to be with her and she decides to stomp all over my feelings and let another guy buy her a drink.

The short walk to the hotel was silent and my grip on Y/N had not loosened,I couldn’t let her (literally and metaphorically) slip away from me.

As soon as the hotel room door was shut, something inside me snapped.

“Who was that guy? Was he flirting with you? Was he bothering you? Why didn’t you come find me? I don’t want you talking to guys like that. I was worried. I don’t like you talking to other guys period. Eventually something bad is gonna happen, I’m just trying to pro-“

“Fuck you Roger.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You act like your so perfect, like you don’t mess around with other girls. Did you ever stop to think that you’re not always the victim! You think I like you talking to other girls? I hate it.”

I was stunned. I had no response. I never knew she felt that way. I didn’t know she even cared. I wanted to apologize immediately and tell her I only wanted to be with her, but my stupid ego got in the way.

“So you’re saying that it’s my fault girls can’t resist me?”

“You self-centered idiot, I’m saying I’m jealous! There I admitted it. I don’t like you being with other girls because I get jealous. I know that our whole ‘relationship’ isn’t exclusive but, every time you leave with one of your groupies who’s not me, I can’t help but want to beat them to a pulp.”

“Oh.”

Fuck. I couldn’t push her buttons any further, the little bit of humanity I had at the moment was stopping me. This is your moment Roger. Tell her how you feel.

“That’s how I feel when I see you with other guys. I don’t like that I’m not the only person you’re seeing.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not. Yeah I sleep with other girls, but I can’t get you out of my head so, I try to distract myself.”

Y/N’s POV

Holy shit is he saying what I think he’s saying.

“But I do care Roger. I care too much for my own good. I’ve been trying to ignore you for a few months, but I missed you too much.”

I can’t believe I was finally getting somewhere. All it took was a slightly drunk Roger punching a random guy in the face. Why hadn’t I thought of something like that a long time ago?

“Look Y/N, you mean a lot to me. You can support me better than anyone else. I can’t loose you because I did something stupid. I’m so sorry.”

He sounded almost...apologetic, I didn’t know that was possible coming from Roger. I was managing to get something out of him that I’m pretty sure not one person on the earth had heard before.

I didn’t want to let him off the hook that easy but, my heart was melting with every word he said. Forgive him. Do it. You know you want to Y/N.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier Rog. A lot of shit could have been prevented.”

“Yeah.”

“You mean a lot to me too.”

“God, I’m relieved. I mean what if you had said you didn’t feel the same, that would be embarrassing. I need to stop rambling.”

I just gave him a are-you-seriously-talking-right-now look. He just smirked back at me and took a few steps until he was face to face with me.

“Is this really happening?”

“Well I would hope so darling.”

Before I could say anything else, his lips were meeting mine and it felt as if Roger and I were the only two people in the world.

I had waited so long for this moment and I felt a great pressure being lifted from my shoulders. I didn’t have to hide anymore and neither did he.

I knew Roger wasn’t a man of many words, but his mouth worked another kind of magic. This kiss was unlike any other we had shared. This one meant something, it wasn’t friendly or lust filled. This kiss was indescribable, it was just perfect.

As soon as he had pulled away, I wanted more, however he started speaking...

“Ya’know, I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid for loving you.”

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I May Be Dumb, But I’m Not Stupid (Part 2)

[Roger Taylor x Fem!reader]

A/N: Thank you guys for such a positive response to part 1. It means a lot because I’ve never posted or really shared my writing before and I’m glad I’m able to give you something to enjoy!!! It’s still kinda short but shit goes down in the next chapter, I just felt like being evil 😈 and leaving it on a cliffhanger. Also thank you for being so patient. I’ve been very busy and haven’t had any time to write. 😘

(P.s. I couldn’t link the first part because I don’t have a computer on hand at the moment)

Read Part One First❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️

Reminder: I’m taking concept requests for Queen and 5sos (no full on smut)

Y/N’s POV

“Come on!”

“Go with us!”

“It’s a party for you, we’re all going.”

“Even Deaky’s going. If Deaky’s going you should go.”

Roger and I had been pestering Brian for a good thirty minutes. He refused to come with us to a party tonight which may I add, was celebrating HIS band’s upcoming tour. Brian said he had a “bad feeling” about tonight, whatever that meant.

“I just feel like something bad is going to happen and knowing you guys, I’d probably be the one having to fix it.”

I didn’t really want to go either but I was supporting my friends and knowing my 2 favorite things: boys and booze would be there, the decision was a little easier. Plus I would probably be shunned if I didn’t go (Freddie and Roger a.k.a the hysterical queens of the band).

I had recently tried distancing myself from Roger, however this task turned out to be much more difficult than I had originally thought. Roger was a drug no rehab could cure me of, I just kept relapsing every time I tried to quit. Partying always helped me cope; so I got a buzz whenever I could, even though the high only lasts till he catches my eye. And again and again, Roger kept reminding me that I couldn’t have him. I was his for the week, until he moved on to the next fling.

I had feelings for my best friend and I knew he would never feel the same way. Roger could barely pay attention to one girl for more than a week, I couldn’t expect a relationship out of him.

Later that night

Getting ready for the party was causing me more stress than I already had. I wanted to doll myself up just so Roger would notice me, but I couldn’t make it too obvious. I also had to make sure that I would be able to catch the eye of anyone but Roger, while still managing to grab his attention in a tasteful way. See, even picking out my clothes to impress Roger seemed like a life or death situation. It was completely ridiculous, obsessing over one guy like this. I just need to go to the party and completely ignore Roger. How presumptuous of me to actually think my will power would keep him away from me.

“Freddie’s already there Brian, lets go,” Roger complained. After convincing Brian to go, he’d decided to take the maximum amount of time possible to get ready (of course he did, have you seen his hair).

We finally leaving the house, we arrived at the party to find it was already on full swing.I immediately left the boys to go get shitfaced, that’s what I was there for after all.

3 rounds of shots and 2 beers later I felt my sobriety begin to disappear. I wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings, that was until a guy a few meters away offered to buy me a drink. Boy, did I make a mistake saying yes...

Roger’s POV

I had barely walked through the door and I already had girls lining up to see me. I liked the attention, I always did, but I felt guilty. I felt like every time I had a girl even flirt with me, I was cheating. I hadn’t actually admitted it to anyone that I felt guilty because of her. Y/N was the only girl that I kept around, ever. Brian had tried to get me to spill about my emotions, even though I’m pretty sure he already knew everything.

Y/N meant a lot more to me than anyone knew. I couldn’t lose my reputation for a girl that so obviously had no romantic feelings toward me. She’d been very distant lately and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was because she didn’t want to keep up our little agreement anymore.

My temper had been through the roof and I was set off by every little thing. I was pissed at myself. I let her down. It took a lot for me not snap the neck of any guy Y/N spent time with.

I didn’t want to lose her. She was...perfect, the only thing that kept me sane. Now I wasn’t the smartest guy, but it didn’t take an astrophysicist (get it 😂) to realize how amazing this girl was.

Here I was sat with a girl on either arm and all I could think of was where Y/N was. Not with me, which is where she should be. I scanned the room searching for her and as soon as I caught sight of her, I felt my blood boil.

Y/N’s POV

I guess Brian’s little prediction had been correct . It seemed Roger was in the mood for a fight tonight because I had looked away from the guy I was speaking to, only to see an enraged Roger stomping towards us. As soon as I spotted the red tinge in his face and how his fists were clenched, I realized that someone was getting majorly injured. Who it was going to be, I had no idea.

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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.