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ship??

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- it can be anonymous or not, your choice

- send your gender(?), sexual preference, height, appearance and traits you possess! hobbies and things you enjoy!

easy peasy :)

i’ll tell you who i ship you with out of the marvel bunch!

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He’s jealous

"Great seeing you again Danny.” I said and hugged him. “You too Y/N.” My childhood best friend, Danny was in town today and I decided to visit him while Niall was at the studio. I headed back home, while the paparazzi were following me around. “Y/N is it true you’re pregnant? “Y/N are you cheating on Niall?” “Y/N!” The paps continuously shouting my name and questions at me. Finally arriving home, seeing Niall on the couch.

I smiled. “Hi leprechaun.” I greeted. “Hi.” He mumbled. This is surprising, usually he would get up and greet me with a kiss. I hung my coat on the rack and put my purse down. I bent down, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “How was your day?” I asked. “Fine.” He mumbled expressionless. This is getting weird, and I am getting worried. I pouted and quickly kissed his temple then changed.

Sitting next to him on the couch, his eyes glued on the TV. “Nialler, are you okay?” I asked. Not a word. “Niall, talk to me, please?” I begged cutely and pouted, latching onto his arm. He still remained silent.

I sighed. ‘What has gotten into him today?’  I thought. “Mm.” I hummed while thinking, pursing my lips. “Nialler, why don’t we go on a little road trip tomorrow? The weather is beautiful and it’d be fun to have some exploring. What do ya say?” I asked. “Why don’t you go with Danny? I’m sure you’d have loads more fun.” He grumbled. “Niall is this what’s bothering you?” I asked.

Silent. I sighed. “Nialler.” I started, trying to resolve this calmly. “Are you jealous of Danny?” I asked with a slight smile on my lips. He started blushing. “W-what, Of course not!” He argued. I giggled. “You are! You’re blushing because of it.” I teased and poked his cheek. “Hmph.” He groaned and crossed his arms, he looked like a cute five year old.

I laughed slightly and shifted to sit on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek, then pressing our foreheads together. Looking into those beautiful ocean blue eyes of his which never fail to make me swoon. “You know you’re the only one for me.” I said. He sighed, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’m just going to be honest, I’m scared.” He explained. 

“Why?” I asked.”That you might leave me for him, I mean he’s handsome, fit and he’s been your best friend for years, you guys have a great connection and so much in common, it just makes me feel like I’m not good enough for you and that-Mph.” I cut him off with a soft and passionate kiss. He smiled into the kiss. 

Wrapping his arms tighter around me and doing small circles on my back while I played with his hair.  We pulled away. He smiled warmly at me. “You do know you are very handsome and fit as well, I know we’ve been dating for a year but I think we have an amazing connection with each other and I only see Danny as a friend, or like a brother. I love you and that’s not going to change, I promise.” I said.  He smiled at me. 

Placing a soft kiss on my forehead. “How did I get so lucky to have a girlfriend like you?” He whispered. He loves to say his thoughts out loud. I blushed while shyly smiling. “I love you more baby girl.” He said and softly kissed me, both of us smiling into the kiss. We pulled away. “You do know that’s impossible.” I said. “No it’s very possible.” He said. “Can we cuddle now?” He asked cutely, showing that adorable smile. 

I giggled. “Of course.” I said and kissed his nose. We cuddled in a nice silence, enjoying each other’s embrace. I wouldn’t want anything more than this moment. 

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Hi lovelies, sorry that this took so long. My exams are coming up and I’ve been really busy. So sorry if I’m inactive. 

- Yas <3

Notice

Hi everyone! As you noticed in my last imagine, I didn’t use Y/N and used the name Melody instead, I am so sorry for the inconvenience as I have been writing my own personal fan fictions and have been using the name Melody in them, so It’s practically a reflex for me to write melody in the imagines, I hope it doesn’t bother and you can just replace Melody with your name, I may also describe how Melody looks like unconsciously as well, so sorry for that. If you’d like yourself in the imagine just replace everything with your name and features.Thanks for understanding, also I have a question to ask. 

Should I just put Melody, or continue to type Y/N?

Bully

“Hey loser.” I heard, I mentally groaned when I heard his voice. Niall Horan, notorious for being one of school’s biggest bullies. I can’t believe I used to be best friends with him. He’s changed, and for the worse. I was pinned against the lockers, one of his arms, gripping mine and the other against the locker next to me. His face centimeters away from mine, although overwhelmed with fear, I couldn’t help but somewhat admire his features. 

His thin pink lips, His dyed blonde hair with his brunette roots, styled into a quiff, his button nose, his sharp jawline and finally, those ocean blue eyes that can strike fear with one glance yet somehow, so mesmerizing and... well, beautiful. 

“You’re looking fat and ugly as usual.” He snarled. I looked down, paying attention to my feet, yet tempted to look back and get lost in his eyes. “What’s the use of talking to a lonely nobody anyway?” He asked, and harshly pushed me away. 

I sighed as he walked away. What happened to that sweet boy I used to love? What do I mean used to, I know that sweet, carefree, little boy I fell in love with is still there, I know I’m wrong, but I refuse to believe he’s changed, I still believe that my Nialler is still there, but there’s nothing I can do to bring him back.

I sighed, walking to my next class, my head held low and wrapping my arms around myself. He’s right, I am a lonely nobody, Niall was my only and best friend, now I’m just a piece of shit that no one wants. Sitting at the back and covering myself with a hoodie. Slowly pulling my sleeve down and delicately tracing the scars I’ve caused.

“Oh my god! How lame are you to do that?” One of the bitches in the school came up to me, quickly hiding my wrist. “You self harm? Oh my god that’s so stupid of you.” “You know she actually looks good with those cuts.” “She’s and expert at it.” People gathering around me. I pushed past everyone and ran to the bathroom, knocking people as I did. 

Rushing into a stall and locking myself in it and tears flowing down my cheeks and muffling the sobs with my hand. What felt like hours of crying I finally finished and left, washing my swollen face and seeing my bloodshot eyes. I’m a mess. I sighed. “You’ve always been ugly Mel, that’s not changing.” I whispered to myself. Walking out feeling light-headed. Seeing Niall walk up to me, “Melody.” He called. That was the last thing that I heard when everything went black. 

Slowly opening my eyes, annoyed by the bright lights, and my head was pounding. “Where am I?” I groaned as I slowly sat up seeing...Niall, holding my hand and sleeping on the side of the bed. ‘What is he doing here?’ I thought. He flinched and sat up. “You’re awake! Oh thank goodness, you fainted.” He said and sighed of relief, seeing my sleeve rolled up and I quickly pulled it away from him. “I already saw it. “ He said. “Well, go ahead, make fun of me for doing it.” I said. “No baby.” He cooed and sat on the bed. “Why not? You’ve ruined my life already by hurting me, you left me, you’ve caused me enough grief. So why don’t you just torture me like you’ve always done.” I said, tears pouring out of my eyes. He sighed, reaching for my hands. “Get off me!” I shouted, pulling back, trying to get out of his grip. Pulling me into my chest and holding me tightly, while I was hitting his chest with my fists. 

Still holding onto me tightly, while crying my eyes out. I gave up, I feel to weak. The next thing I knew I was hugging him so tight, gripping onto the back of his T-shirt, crying silently in his arms. I felt I could lose him again if I let go.  “I’ve missed you so much.” I sobbed. “I’ve missed you too.” He cooed. Finally I ran out of tears, he did small circles on my back to calm me down and pressing his lips to my head. 

“Why?” I asked, my voice cracked from so much crying. “The doctors said you lost too much blood and apparently mentally exhausted.” He explained. “No, why did you turn on me?” I asked. He sighed and pulled away slightly. “Mel, I never meant to hurt you, I was forced to or you’d get hurt by the other bullies, I did it to protect you, but I only made it worse didn’t I?” He asked. I looked down, fiddling with my hands to avoid the question. 

He lifted up my chin, meeting with those beautiful eyes of his again, now full of concern and sorrow. “Mel, listen to me, I know I’ve hurt you, you don’t know how painful that is, to hurt the person that you love the most. Words can’t explain how regretful I am for doing all of those actions, saying all of those words. I despise myself for pushing you causing bruises when I wanted to run up to you and hold you. The words I said felt like a spear went through my heart every time it came out of my mouth. Mel, the word sorry isn’t enough for me to apologize, but please, I want my best friend back, I want to be with the girl who stole my heart.” He confessed. 

I did smile slightly, I know he’s sincere. “Nialler.” I called softly, he grinned when I called him by his nickname. I took his hands. “Let’s take baby steps okay? I need to get used to it again, hmm?” I asked, giving him a weak smile. “Of course princess.” He said smiling from ear to ear. We hugged, I can finally be in his arms again. 

It’s crazy how 6 months have past, now we’re as close just like before. I was walking by the field, when I heard his voice. “Munchkin!” He shouted, I turned around and he was running up to me and scooped me into a massive hug, lifting me up. I squealed as he did. We pulled away slightly, Niall still lifting me up. “What in the world happened?” I asked, giggling at how cute he looked. 

“I got into the school’s football(soccer) team!” He said excitingly. “Oh my god! That’s amazing Nialler!” I said and hugged him. We pulled away slightly, pushed by some guys running by, and our lips connected briefly. Quickly pulling away and blushing. He set me down. 

“Well, that was an awkward first kiss.” I said. “Well, why don’t we have a proper first kiss?” He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist. My cheeks heating up. He leaned in and softly and passionately kissed me. I melted into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with his hair. I felt as time had stopped and it was only us in the entire world. Pulling away reluctantly and smiling at each other. 

“So, how was your first kiss?” He asked smiling from ear to ear and leaning his forehead on mine. I smiled. “Amazing.” I replied. “Well, you can enjoy more kisses if you agree to have a date with me this weekend...” He said with his cheeky smile. I giggled and tiptoed to kiss his cheek. “I’ll see you at 7 then.” I said and winked,pulling away and walking to my next class, looks like turned out well after all. 

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AN: Hi lovelies! Here is a new Niall Imagine and I hope you enjoy it! <3 (Hope it’s not too long) 

Niall Imagine.

You can’t sleep:

I sighed as I was staring up to the ceiling. Wide awake just staring at it, trying my hardest to fall asleep in order to get enough rest for uni tomorrow. Meanwhile Niall was practically knocked out, sleeping deeply, with his lips parted slightly to help him breath and an arm a draped around my waist. I slowly turned to my side, careful not to wake him up. 

I smiled, seeing how cute he looked. I delicately traced his features. He flinched at my touch as I pulled my hand away. He slowly opened his eyes halfway, he wrapped his other arm around me and pulled me into him, his lips softly pressed on my forehead. “Can’t sleep?” He mumbled, his voice cracked from sleeping. “Yeah.” I softly replied. 

He did small soothing circles on my waist and played with my hair. “Am I asleep, am I awake or somewhere in between?” He softly sang. Truly, Madly, Deeply, otherwise known as our song. My eyelids got heavy as I was slowly relaxing and falling asleep to his soothing voice. I felt him smile against my forehead. “Goodnight beautiful, sweet dreams.” He cooed. “I love you.” He whispered before I fell asleep with a smile on my face. 

one must imagine their f/o in a playboy bunny suit.. for the occasion..

FELLOW HAPPY TRAIL ENTHUSIAST, THOUGHTS ON THE GREY IN THE BURLY BEAST'S HAPPY TRAIL

do i appreciate sunlight. do i love the sound of birds in the morning. is the thought of milking that old man like a cow one that haunts me often.

hopping on the medic chest train, i think they’re a really erogenous zone for him and his nipples are especially sensitive. like, “brush the pad of your thumb over one of his nips and he’ll blush and jump like you poked him with a live wire” sensitive

i wanna pierce his nips just to watch him squirm and yelp. and then after they’re healed i’ll lick and suck and nibble them to make his breath hitch as he barely holds back a whimper

mmpp

Thinking about pinching his nipples a little and press my legs against him to hold him down so he can only squirm and whine. And maybe to bite on them to see him jump; where there's marks all over his chest.

Or perhaps the touches are more gentle, feeling his heart race by every second and I tease him for being responsive for something so mild.

i want to have surgical goresex with medic as much as the next guy but i also want to cuddle him and have slow, sleepy sex while we kiss and giggle at each other

-a-dope-fiend

the best part is that he would absolutely do both. absolutely the kind of a guy to teehee while balls-deep into someone.

I'll be honest, I watched Emesis Blue before actually Getting into Team Fortress 2, but I already knew Medic was carnally desired by the community. And even back then, I could see the appeal. Been rewatching it in smaller doses with my partner, and man, man, I'm an Engiefucker (would take Scout's place in the torture room in a heartbeat 🥴), but Medic is HOT in that movie.

I hope he clasps his hands in front of his chest, pretty lips bitten into blood by his pearly whites, shimmering wet eyes directed to the sky, as he grunts and gasps through his teeth. Hope he sniffles, and his voice starts out as a creaky whimper, before his mouth drops open with a moan, his cross cradled by his ample chest that rises and falls at such a fast pace, it's like it'll burst open if a starved gasp for air and a frantic pump of his heart sync up just right. Defile that man, taint him, make him shoot ropes into the air as he averts his eyes shamefully, but never actually asks you to stop ravishing his body, the filthy little sinner he is.

Or, y'know, just take him out to dinner. Treat him to something nice. :-з

- Penis Anon.

I could make this holy man into a whimpering sinner that's ashamed of how much he adores to be tainted with lust or i can wrap my arms around him and make him feel comfort he hadn't felt in a very long time.

me when emesis blue medic-

you are so real for that

i need him tied up with his own rosary, whimpering, shaking, knowing that once he feels my touch he can never go back to his old god because he belongs to me now and i’m the one he’ll worship

i’d kiss him hard, running my tongue along his sharp teeth and pushing my thigh between his, feeling him moan into my mouth at the slightest friction because he’s been untouched for so long and fuck, he’s so sensitive

i want to hear his stuttering gasps when i push inside him, feel the shock run through his body when i find the spot where it feels best and hit it over and over just to watch his brain melt

god i would edge him for so long, promise him that he’ll still be holy just so long as he doesn’t come, his face dripping tears and his cock dripping pre as he struggles to hold it together under my unforgiving hands and mouth

It’s me again, I need to share one more thought that’s stuck with me.

ALSO. I need a priest on his knees before me, hands on my hips looking up at me with a weight in his eyes like I’m something holy. I need to feel him mutter prayers against my skin, prayers of forgiveness that maybe come to bleed into prayers of worship, spoken in the breath amidst each kiss he presses to my skin. I need to feel his breath across my inner thighs as he pauses, I need to feel the way his hold grows a little firmer as I can almost feel another prayer on the tip of his tongue tantalizingly close to where I want him. I need him to barely bite back the heady gasp that leaves him before he presses a kiss to my sex and takes me in his mouth.

I need a priest to eat me out with a devotion that reads as worship in every regard.

OUGGGGH THATS THE GOOD SHIT

This is the blog that made me realize I have a hierophilia kink in some regard or another. I’m shaking you.

I need to be on my knees before a priest and press a kiss to his cock with the weight of worship before I take him in my mouth. I need him with one hand braced against the altar as if to ground himself, voice breathy yet heady as he breathes out prayers of forgiveness all the while I feel his free hand start to brush back my hair. I need him to lose himself in the haze of his lust and thrust into my mouth but catch himself near immediately, a hot sense of guilt bleeding into the rush of pleasure that only grows when he feels how I moan against him, I need him to barely bite back the moan that comes to him as he lifts his hand from the altar to press his palm to his lips.

I need to make a priest struggle in real time to contain his deepest desires as i kiss the tip of his cock. I need him to hold my head with one hand and a rosary against his face with the other. I need-

Don't imagine Medic patting you down, assessing your build, gently pinching handfuls of your thighs and sides, rolling his palms around over your stomach, smiling with a self-satisfied hum, as he watches your breath lick up.

Don't think about the German's voice getting a little raspier, as he speaks to you in a softer tone, rubber gloves venturing over your legs, claiming to test your reflexes, when in reality, all he wants is an excuse to explore you a bit more, and feel the heat radiating off of your skin, even though he still has his clothes on.

Don't even consider what his face might look like, the knowing "Aaah. Ich verstehe..." he might let out, as he finally allows himself a look at what exactly you've got going on, a visible flicker of hunger in his eyes, as he takes in the gorgeous sight before him. Well, as your beloved Doctor, he must ensure that your body functions properly! He has speculated how long it might take to make you melt on his operating table, but, what better way to find out, than to test your organism's limits, while he has the chance?

All Medic needs is your permission, and he promises, this "check-up" will be a pleasant one, kuchen.

- Penis Anon.

I am not imagining it I am not imagining it I AM NOT IMAGINING IT I AM NOT IMAGINING IT-

thinking of medic doing an examination in his office and his touches getting more 'intimate' while he insists the check-up needs to be "through" as he touches the chest / the backside / the inner thighs.

(dammit im gonna be thinking about that idea for the rest of the day fuck)

Okay, but hear me out, I saw yesterday a thing about Zemo being a sort-of-father figure to Sam and Bucky, so why not a male reader that reminds Zemo of his kid, like Zemo sees him and he feels as if he gets another chance to be happy, making him very protective of the reader, and in my head the reader does not have a dad and his mother works all day, so Zemo takes care of the reader, teaches him stuff, but then Sam and Bucky think that Zemo is going to hurt the kid and try to keep the two fo them separated but Zemo just finds a way to be with the boy again. 

I don’t know, it is just, I really like that thought and I had to share it.

PS: This is the thing I saw

[dni minors, dni blogs that have no 18+ age listed in their bio] astarion x trans man! reader/tav /// smut, dysphoria comfort, reader's chest is un-described and untouched, reader has a vulva, soft dom top astarion, bottom reader

whenever there's a day when you feel off, wrong, you're hyper aware of your body and how it doesn't feel right to you, he'll notice. perhaps not at first, but the way your posture is different, the way you reject and shy away from his touch, don't flush or scowl at his flirting.

it's late when he decides he has to ask you what's wrong, him not being used to having others to care about, to worry for.

"have i done something wrong?" his voice is quiet and yet it startles you from your thoughts.

"no? no, of course no," guilt festers in you. "i'm sorry."

"there's no need to apologise, darling. as i've been told by someone quite dear to me, there's nothing wrong with not wanting to be touched."

"it's not that. i do, i," you breathe. "i want you to touch me quite badly."

"then i don't understand."

his fingers twitch, wanting to reach for you as your eyes flicker to the mirror across the room.

"when you look at me... what do you see? that is, i mean... you could have anyone you wanted, and i know what you'll say to that. and i believe you. that you want me. i just, sometimes it's hard thinking about the men you've been with, hells just men in general, and then... how they compare to... me. because sometimes, sometimes it's hard to see myself as... as..."

you trail off, aware of your shaking breath, aware of the wetness on your eyelashes, aware that you want to bury yourself against him but find yourself scared.

just as you start to wonder if you've ruined something, his hands hover by your face, not touching, waiting. and so you nod, and his he cups his palms against your cheeks, tilting your head to look at him.

"my sweet boy."

those words and his voice make everything the smallest bit better, you hold back a sob and place your head into the crook of his neck. him calling you a boy both soothing and comforting, but also always slightly arouses you.

"you know i love you? exactly as you are, because of who you are."

"i know."

he raises one of your hands to his lips and kisses it.

"would you let me show you?"

he's not used to being so careful with someone else, not that he hasn't been gentle before but it's never been out of his own desire to cherish the person he's with. but perhaps he can understand, in his own way, feeling disconnected to your own body.

"you're such a handsome man, such a pretty boy. and aren't i ever so lucky. when i was a child i would fantasize about some dashing prince, but i could have never imagined i'd find one like you. you're far lovelier than any dream. you're real. and for some unknown reason managed to see something good in me. you're the most incredible person i've ever met, and i'm going to help you see that."

your shirt stays on if you wish it, as much as he loves every inch of your body, and will continue to regardless of if it stays as it is, or if parts of it change. but he wants you to be comfortable.

he kisses you, trailing down from your lips to your neck, never meaning to get carried away there but always does. you find it hard to mind though as he kisses, teeth nipping but not drinking, leaving faint little marks. he likes leaving marks on you, a reminder that you're here, that you're proud to be with him.

his hands slide down your sides, over your stomach, they pull at the laces of your trousers, sliding them off you legs, leaving your bottom half bare, waiting for his attention.

you flush as he maintains eye contact with you as he slides a hand under your ankle, then down your leg as his mouth moves with it, kissing you calf, next to your knee, up your thigh. and if there's more to grab there, he reveals in it, adoring any curves, your softness. he pauses when he reaches the top of your thigh and chuckles, smirks to himself

"such a sensitive boy, i haven't even touched you anywhere intimate yet and look," you gasped as he glides a couple of fingers between your folds and then holds them up. "already wet for me."

he slides his fingers back against you, teasing around you before thrusting in, curling them upwards as he lowers his head.

"we get be neglecting your cock can we darling? it's straining so hard. and just because it looks different than mine, doesn't make it less of a cock, does it?"

he stays blinking up at you until he realise he wants an answer and you shake your head no.

"good boy, that's right," he purrs and you want to feel condescended, but you just whine, flushing hot, wanting to be good for him, wanting to be his good boy, wanting him to call you that again. "and what shall we do with your pretty cock? shall i suck you off?"

you nod your head, eyes pleading with him and he laughs, not to make fun of you, but because your neediness, your eagerness for him endears him.

"very well then," his lips close around your cock, sucking and suctioning while his fingers continue to stroke inside you, your hands slip into his hair and tug accidentally and he moans around you.

"cheeky boy," he pulls back. "do you wish to come like this or..."

"fuck me," you say, and then. "please? please, astarion, i need you."

astarion always flushes when you tell him you need him. he slides up your body, "i suppose i shouldn't tease, you've been deprived of my touch all week, my poor boy thinking he didn't deserve this. don't worry, i'll fuck you like need."

his cock slips between you, holding you close, kissing your neck, hands stroking your waist as he pushes inside of you,

"that's it, such a good boy. always taking me so well," he loses control of his voice as he fucks you, murmuring praises as his hips snap against you, letting you tug him up to kiss you, pressing one of your hands down into the pillow so he can hold it.

he tells you that you're a good as you both come, he tells you that you're a good boy as you twitch, oversensitive, as he cleans you off, and he tells you that you're a good boy as you drift off in his arms.

Roger Taylor Pregnancy Headcanons/Timeline

(Part 3: The Pregnancy)

A/N: So this took forever. I have not written at all and now I’m on winter break. However, I have been with family and I don’t really like to write around people. So, writing is very difficult with a constantly full house. Thank you for your patience, here it is.

First Trimester:

Roger would 10/10 be protective

In the first trimester he would constantly be worried about you

He would be very specific about what other people could eat around you (for fear of you getting sick)

He insisted that you do no vigorous activity because he didn’t want you to get hurt

Plus, you thought he was overly jealous and protective before you got pregnant?

Now someone could look at you oddly and he was ready to snap their neck

He was so excited for you to grow a bump and he would almost always (consciously or unconsciously) have a hand on your stomach

He was always so excited and told just about anyone he could

Second Trimester

After around the 4 month mark, the pregnancy really started to sink in

You guys were going to have a baby to take care of in less than 6 months

However, this never stopped him from being ecstatic about starting a family with you

You guys didn’t end up finding out the gender yet ( A/N: I didn’t want to limtit y’all. Pick whatever you want.)

Even though Roger argued with you, you wanted to be surprised

Your mood swings were so abrupt and aggressive that Roger could barely keep up with them

Being the drama queen that he is, Roger would just end up in whatever mood you were in and I t was not pretty when this occurred

He also practically worshipped your bump

He loved it

He would talk to it all the time and would always have a hand on it

You guys started baby shopping around this time and he couldn’t figure out for the life of him why it was that furniture was so difficult to put together

“It’s for such a small person, why must it be so complicated?”

Roger really just couldn’t wait for your baby to arrive

Third Trimester

When the guys decided that you didn’t already have enough baby things, they took a little shopping trips

Having 3 grown men show up randomly at your home with huge bags of baby things was quite a shock to you

Especially because they showed up around 7 in the morning

Things happening at odd hours became normal during this time

Everyone suddenly got more protective of you (if that was even possible)

Roger would barely let you leave the house

And if he decided you were able to escape that day, he would have one of the guys or your friends be with you at all times

All in all, Roger was a nervous wreck

He was going to be a parent and he was going mental about how bad of a dad he might be

He constantly made sure that you were happy, comfortable, and fed

He painted and decorated the baby’s room, he packed the hospital bag

He wouldn’t even let you leave the couch without assistance

Roger felt as though he had to prove himself in some way

When he finally came home crying one day, he told you how terrified he was about not knowing what to do

“Rog, you’ve overworking yourself because you have no clue about being a parent? No one knows exactly what to do with a first kid. You can’t excpect so much out of yourself, it’s too much pressure.”

“God I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Roger calmed down about proving himself as a father

However, he didn’t stop being over protective of you (bless your patience)

You know the saying “calm before the storm”

Yeah well that applied perfectly to your scenario

Because you see, once you told Roger that you were having contractions

All hell broke loose

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?