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sweetlybo · 5 years

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Come Dream With Me// Roger Taylor

Roger Taylor X Fem!Reader

Summary: Roger has been staying over at Brian’s flat whilst Queen record A Day At The Races because Y/N and Rog’s flat is a little further away from the recording studio. The two have been having trouble sleeping without each other, when Y/N comes to visit the studio her and Roger end up falling asleep.

Warnings: Just all complete fluff so :)

A/N: Hey guys! I’m back! Sorry its been so long, I’ve got some new stories lined up to post but this was my favourite that I’ve written. Thank you all for the great feedback on my Joe Mazzello fic <3

For the past few weeks your boyfriend Roger had been staying at Brain’s flat whilst him and the band record their new album A Day At The Races. You on the other hand opted to stay at yours and Rogers shared flat because it was closer to work for you. Though being away from Roger did cause some problems, you weren’t sleeping well without him next to you. You were getting around 3 hours of sleep at the max and that wasn’t coinciding with your job and the amount of work you had piling up. Roger was just the same, catching just over 3 hours of sleep each night then having to go to the recording studio at ridiculous times of the morning to start his day of work. The two of you were exhausted and wanted nothing more then to just curl up in each others arms and sleep the day away. For the first time in weeks you managed to convince your boss to let you have the day off so you could go and spend time with Roger and you couldn’t be more happy.

“Hey Brian!” You said excitedly as you bounded into the recording studio.

“Hello Y/N, nice to see you. Rog here hasn’t stopped complaining about not being able to see you.” Brain greeted you with a smile and a hug.

“Is that so Bri? Talking of the devil, where is he?” You asked returning the hug.

“He’s in the booth now, he’ll be delighted to see you.” Brain said leading you toward where both Freddie and John sat watching your boyfriend drumming away in the recording booth.

“Y/N! Darling! How have you been? It’s been a little while my dear. You look fantastic!” Freddie got up and engulfed you in a big bear hug.

“Hi Fred! I missed you and you look bloody gorgeous as always.” You giggled as he returned to his seat.

“Hey Deaky.” You waved at the more reserved one of the group, offering him a soft smile.

“Hey Y/N, how have you been?” John asked as you took a seat next to the shy man.

“I’ve been great th-”

The recording booths door swung open to reveal your very sweaty boyfriend.

“Y/N?!” He asked almost in disbelief that you were sat only a few feet in front of him.

“Hello Rog.” You smiled at him. Before you had a chance to do anything you were attacked by the man you chose to call your boyfriend.

“I missed you so much!” He mumbled into your shoulder. You felt the sofa get slightly light and saw John move over next to Brain, the three of them had smiles on their faces as they looked at you two.

“I missed you too Rog.” You smiled into the crook of his neck and ran your free hand through his hair. It felt so nice to have him back in your arms. You two fitted together like puzzle pieces.

“I thought you had work today?” He asked moving into a more comfortable position, looking at you with the same tired eyes which matched yours.

“Managed to convince Ali to let me have a day off, that in itself was tiring.” You let out a soft laugh. The two of you let a simple but comforting conversation flow as Freddie, Brian and John got back to work leaving you guys alone. As the conversation went on, you got increasingly tired and it was getting harder to keep your eyes open. After awhile you stopped getting detailed replies from Roger and just got the occasional hum out of him but when you finished your sentence you heard Roger’s soft snores. Looking up at him, he had his eyes closed, mouth slightly agape and breathing gentle. He looked incredibly peaceful and you couldn't help but feel slightly jealous. You quietly repositioned yourself and drifted off too. When the boys came back, they expected to see the two of you running around and being loud as usual, what they didn’t expect to find was you and Roger cuddled together completely passed out.

“I’m so happy that man is finally sleeping.” Brain whispered to his other bandmates.

“Why?” Freddie asked.

“He’s hasn’t been sleeping well at all over at my flat. Going to bed incredibly late but waking up at ridiculous hours of the morning. I was starting to get worried but now I know why.” He laughed lightly. For the rest of the day Freddie, John and Brain decided to let you and Roger sleep the day away and just worked around you in awe of the sweet couple you were.

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uhhiimrogahtaylah · 5 years

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One Night Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader Chapter 1

Summary: You were a good friend of Freddie’s back when he worked at Heathrow Airport. Unwanting to leave you behind as he rose to fame, he often takes you along to Queen parties and events- you’ve made good friends with the boys, although you feel somewhat love-hate towards Roger specifically. Long build up to Roger payoff smut and relationship :)

(Part of a Chapter Series)

Warning: Swearing, Brief Scene of harassment, alcohol/drug use, angst

Chapter 1

“So how exactly did you make your way into every event we host?” Brian laughed- he’d gotten used to your extravagant outfits, seeing a somewhat diva in you, much like Freddie.

“Sounds like complaining to me... got something I need to know?” You smirked back, ruffling his locks as you walked past him to refill your glass of whiskey.

“Well if you must know, darling,” Freddie turned to Brian, “I’m too generous a man to leave behind a friend in such a shithole. Besides, the lack of sleep I saw Y/N getting was becoming an eyesore, to be quite frank.” Freddie glanced at you, shooting you a dazzling smile which you humbly returned.

“By the looks of it, you’re still not getting much sleep” Roger snarked, raising his head from the girls beside him. You shot him a nasty look, mocking his demeanor, which he effortlessly laughed off, only to once again divert his ateention to his pets.

It quickly became apparent after joining the band’s events that you fit into this climate- partying, drinking, quick flings and shameless flirting. It suited you more than the colourless and bleak life of a 9-5 job, and you found comfort in Freddies relentless support of you - that being, financially too. You explored the many rooms of his home by day and lived like one of them by night.

Tonight’s event was no different- another pointless party at Freddie’s because “you never need a reason to party, you just do it.” People were scattered everywhere, kissing sloppily and drinking and dancing. You let yourself get lost in the music, twirling around without minding your spilling drink or tangly-mess of hair. You felt good, and even better seeing all the boys had their eyes turned to you, almost enchanted by seeing you in your element.

“You all just gonna sit there and stare or join a girl, huh?” Deacy and Brian looked at eachother, faking a look of exasparation, but smoothly took their dates by the hand and led them away from the seating area. Freddie jumped up dramatically and immediately allowed the strong beat of the song move through his every joint, prancing away. Only Roger remained, still buried under the redheads smothering him, although his eyes were transfixed on you. You narrowed your gaze back at him, and he shook his head, maybe in dismissal or something you couldn’t quite read. You knew he felt weird about your utter uninterest in him, honestly insulted by how you were so okay being just friends with him; although he was much too prideful to ever admit it. You shrugged this psychoanalysis away and continued to dance, every so often taking a sip of whiskey, and letting it wash you away. An hour later you found yourself in another mysterious bathroom, in another secluded corner of Freddies house. You could barely recognise the face staring back at you in the mirror and that’s when you knew perhaps you’d taken the drinking a little too far that night. Your mascara was still in place but the thrill of it all made your eyes pop larger and wider, making you look borderline crazy. You hair was now messier and larger too, and lipstick smudged halfway across your cheek. You felt yourself getting more and more dizzy until a sharp knock at the door stabilised you. “Sorry, is anyone in there?” A feminine voice asked. You silently crept up to the door,opening it, but decided not to leave. In stumbled one of Rogers little friends; are tall redhead whose make up was almost missing, a look just as unawake as yours on her face. For a moment you both looked into each others eyes and shamelessly giggled at how often you looked this terrifying at the end of these events. She walked in hastily, leaning agaisnt the counter and biting her lip. “God, you know I hate to admit it but sometimes... I wish Roger actually noticed any of the girls he hung out with. I mean, it’s all fun and games being a groupie for a world famous rockstar, but honestly his manner and sheer confidence can make a girl crazy. Am I absolutely batshit crazy for feeling something more?” she smiled. She looked at you somewhat in discontent feeling that you’re confused eyes and bewildered expression didn’t relate to what she had said- “C’mon, you’re his friend, you can’t tell me that you don’t feel it too sometimes!” Your eyes widened in disbelief, ”Actually, babe, it’s very easy to not feel it. You just have to realise how much of a dickhead he can be,” Your voice trailed away slightly, feeling weirdly guilty for having said something so crude. “Anyways, I’ve got to return to the party. I’m sure they’re missing me dearly,” you said leaving. Turning into the corridor, trying hard not to stumble at one of the millions of cats walking slowly in front of you, you saw a pair of leather boots ahead, realising Roger was walking in your direction. “Did you see Cassie by any chance? She seemed a bit upset and I just wanted to check on her.”

“Wow, that’s very gentlemanly of you Roger. Honestly I’m impressed.” He sarcastically bowed in courtesy and followed the nod of your head pointing him towards the bathroom. You lingered in the hallway for a while, accidentally overhearing the sincerity of Rog’s voice in the bathroom. You mind wandered for a while, your finger working its way up to your lips, wondering what... Loud moaning and grunting suddenly emerged from behind the door. You snapped out of your head and eagerly stumbled away.

Yet another hour later you found yourself in a completely different bathroom, with two grand windows and gold plated tiles. Your mouth was locked onto that of a short, brown—haired man, and after having to uncomfortably open your eyes to such a view, you sluggishly pushed him away, slightly queasy from his desperation.

“What the hell?! I was just getting into it, why did you stop?”

“Get away from me dude,” you replied, completely unfazed by his quickening anger. You tried to push past him but he quickly grabbed onto your wrists and slammed you hard against the window. The sound of partying and laughter slightly dimmed below you, you recognising that you must’ve been in the bathroom above the garden. You heard someone shout below you but everything was blurring in and out of focus, and unable to make out what they were saying you didn’t reply.

“God you’ve got a lot of fucking strength in you for someone so short” you complained, irritation getting the best of you. Outside the bathroom door you heard hurried footsteps and a struggle with the locked door handle. You mustered up all your strength and were able to push the guy away, but he himself was so drunk, he loosely fell back and passed out on the floor. You took out a cigarette from your pocket, lighting it as you walked over to the door. You unlocked it only to see Mary and Freddie, faces of concern slapped across them.

“Are you alright?” Mary asked frantically, checking to see what was going on.

“Yeah I’m fine, just some wanker trying to ruin my night,” Freddie peeped past your shoulder, chortling at the drunken man on the floor.

“Well, you really are a girl who can take care of herself. I applaud you.”

“Wow, that’s my second applause of the night!” You squeezed past them, unmoved by their bewilderment and hurried back downstairs to join the rest of the party.

The next morning you woke up with a banging headache, and almost couldn’t find the will in yourself to get aspirins and water to calm it down. You were once again in a bed that did not belong to you, but judging by the grand pillars and luxurious furniture of the place, you found relief knowing that you were still at Freddies. To your surprise, the space beside you in bed was empty -thank God- and you slipped a blanket around you as you decided to venture downstairs for some breakfast. Almost all of the partygoers had already disappeared leaving rubbish, cups and bottles, cigarette butts, scrap pieces of food, and even condom wrappers laying forgotten on the floor. The large room was accompanied only by a loudly snoring Brian, confetti in his hair, and Deaky passed out in an armchair, still holding onto his glass.

“God what a mess,” you laughed to yourself, fastening the blanket around your hips. You habitually avoided looking at the tall mirrors in the hallway between the large room and the kitchen, not even wanting to be terrified by the view you might see.

“Christ you scared me,” said an astonished Roger, glass of water in one hand and a bag of crisps in the other. “What are you doing up so early anyway, shouldn’t you be getting some sleep and getting rid of those eyebags you’ve got?”

“Fuck off Roger,” you smiled. “I’m too tired to even deal with your taunting.”

“D’you want me to make you a cup of tea? I just boiled some water,” he said. You nodded in acceptance as he turned around to mend to the kettle. You couldn’t help but notice his physique, not something you are too proud of often admiring.

“Nice arse you’ve got there,” you teased.

“Take a picture love, it’ll last longer,” he said not even turning around. You sparked another cigarette.

“I wonder if I’ll ever get bored of this life.” You mindlessly remarked, suddenly embarrassed to have said your thoughts out loud. Roger, not noticing your moment of awkwardness, replied “Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll ever get bored either... maybe I’ll just get too sick to keep partying and die a fatal death,” he joked.

“Christ Rog, don’t say things like that,”

“Maybe if I die suddenly you’ll have a reason to cry at my funeral,” he teased, his tone of humour not doing a good job at hiding his genuine interest.

“I’d cry at your funeral you dip shit,”

“Would you really?” he asked. You for a split moment saw that behind his confidence and luck with the ladies, was a man needing validation, needing to be wanted or missed by someone else. “You’re not psycho-analysing me again, are you? I’ll give you my medical records if you’re that keen,” he said. He paused for a moment, clearly focusing on something, chewing it around in his mind. He bit his lip as he did so, giving you something else to think about.

“You see, you’ve bloody gone and wasted all your money then, haven’t you?” The return of his snide comments made any sympathy you felt for the guy leave just as quickly as it had came.

“I’m not following,” you said.

“Well, I mean you spent all that money getting a psychology degree, in a bloody good university too, might I add, just to end up working a shitty airport job and spending the rest of your 20s drinking yourself away. “

Your eyes narrowed again and you felt his own become nervous. “I just mean to say, my experience as a guy doing this has been rather tasteful... but I can’t imagine to ever meet another girl like you, who’d be comfortable with the uncommitted flirting and one night stands like you are,” he chuckled lightly. After a long drag from your cigarette, you’re replied, “That’s just because you’re too big headed to think anyone so similar to you could ever exist,” and smiled as you took a mug of tea from him, leaving him rather startled in the kitchen.

As the afternoon rolled in, Freddie, dressed in a flamboyant purple-sequinned jumpsuit, walked onto the balcony on which you were sat.

“What an entrance,” you said, smiling at him. He however did not return the smile, but only hummed along in agreement. Freddie sat beside you for awhile, taking in the view as if it was something that didn’t quite belong to his own house.

“Mary is worried about you,” he finally spoke. “She thinks you’re taking everything in a bit too fast,” Somewhat offended, you searched his curious eyes , trying to figure out why he felt you needed another parent. However, not wanting to come across as rude, typical to your British custom, you simply responded with, “Tell her not to worry. She must know I’m happy Freddie. This just feels right for me,”

“God darling,” he began, “you’re starting to sound like even more of a bitchy rockstar than I. I don’t think I’ve even met a bandmate as non-committal as you,” he paused for a moment as if trying to stiffle a laugh. “I honestly think you’re even worse than Roger!” At this you almost spat out your drink.

“Roger? Jesus, Freddie,” together you laughed, knowing however that as soon as the amusement faded, you had another lecture coming.

“You know doll, there is so much colour out in the musical world. So much to see and do and experience- but you don’t belong to it. You’re not ready for how destructive it can be. Isn’t there a higher purpose you may have?”

“Freddie,” you laughed, “higher purpose? I think you must still be drunk from last night.”

“No, no, I’m serious!” his voice concerning you, “Y/N, I wanted to do the right thing for you when I took you out of that job, and I want you here by my side as always, and you know that I always want what’s best for you- and I can see that right now it’s not how you’re living. Roger is concerned-”

“Wait, is this seriously about Mary? Or did Roger just get jealous because I was a little cocky in the morning?” Freddie looked back at you pleadingly.

“No, darling you know I wouldn’t lie to you. Doll, when Roger is concerned, something must really be a problem, because believe-you-me, that boy doesn’t have a reason to be concerned by much.”

“Well,” you replied, “Roger can take his concern someplace else, because it doesn’t belong with me.” You stood up in anger, leaving behind a defeated Freddie, knowing he perhaps pushed too far. You stormed downstairs hoping to find Roger. To your disappointment, the only person you could find was Brian; he was indulging in a tabloid, kissing his teeth at every other article his eyes glanced upon. When you walked in with so much anger in your eyes, he quickly shut the articles, tapping the seat next to him.

“Sit down, Y/N. Is everything alright?” Through heaving anger you explained the situation.

“I’m just afraid that they want me to be a quiet mouse who has no fun in her bones and wouldn’t know thrill if it was standing in front of her,” you whined.

“Y/N, I think you’re taking it the wrong way. I don’t want you to feel attacked by what I’m saying because I understand your frustration, but perhaps they just want you to be alright? That doesn’t mean you have to compromise who you are or your personality or extravagant shenanigans. Just, sober up a bit,” He was slightly embarrassed at having to tell you something so bluntly. “Try to be alone for a while- no flings- well, as alone as you can be, because you know you’ve always got us here as well.” You closed your eyes, laying your head on the back of the sofa. Maybe Brian was right- you knew he was a little more levelheaded than Roger and even Freddie when it came to the emotional stuff. Not wanting to address the conversation directly, you laughed at him.

“God, I thought I was supposed to be the one with a psychology degree,” He gave you a warm smile, embracing you in his long arms. Just at that moment, Roger came in with John Reid, whose presence admittedly you were not too fond of, never being the type to favour the rich businessmen of this industry. You politely smiled at him while shooting daggers at Roger, ones to which he didn’t even try to retaliate.

“Uh, Y/N, John needs to talk to you. I’ll give you guys some space.” He signalled for Brian to leave behind his magazine and follow him into the hallway nearby.

John pursed his lips tightly, clearly not having good news as he awkwardly took a seat opposite you. Trying to stay cool, you asked him “Everything alright John?”

“Yeah-yeah...uh, no actually. I came here to talk to you about the image you create around Queen. We know, and trust me I get this, you’re a friend of Freddies... and you want to join into their fun. But some of the guys in management have started to fear you attract too many hostile visitors to these events. We know they’re not exactly formal parties, but still, security and management have agreed it’s not a good idea to have such a wildcard like you around. Especially after last night’s situation. I mean, someone filed a complaint against Queens management, claiming their safety had been compromised at the party,” He awkwardly looked back at you, finishing his speech. For a moment you felt stuck - like you couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even take your eyes off of him. Fury, disbelief, betrayal and anger - everything bottling up inside you.

“How can I be the compromise of health and safety when these parties are a breeding ground for drugs, alcohol and a plethora of sexual diseases, John? You’re not being serious. Think about what you’re saying,” you retaliated. Suddenly Roger had wandered back into the room, his eyes were wide and his stance felt intimidating.

“John, can I talk to you outside?” he said sternly. Johns eyes rushed between yours and Rogers, but he unwillingly obliged. In came Brian, "the audacity mate, can you imagine...” he muttered. You decided to remain silent in an attempt to hear the conversation Roger was holding with John. It was hard to make out exactly what they were saying, but through Rogers angry tone and Johns stuttering you knew Rog was fighting on your behalf. You heard the door shut with some attitude, and back came Roger. He opened his mouth in attempt to explain everything that had happened, but not wanting to hear it you dashed a big smile at him. “You haven’t got to worry about anything, love” he tried. You still tried to shut him up, walking over to plant a thankful kiss on his cheek, and immediately walking past to collect yourself elsewhere.

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I saw red hearing what John was saying to Y/N in the other room. As much as I found Y/N rather irritating most of the time, I knew what he was saying and accusing her of was unfair, and just had to interrupt. Brian tried holding me back for a while more, knowing my anger wasn’t my most logical state of mind, but I couldn’t hear anymore of it. I stormed into the room and as soon as John had followed me out into the hallway again, turned on him.

“John you need to fuck off,” I said.

“Well that’s a bit forward, Roger, don’t you think? Listen, what you don’t see is I’m trying to do something good for your image. Queen is still not secure enough in the industry to be flipping out like this on your event guests. That drunk guy she pushed over yesterday could’ve been seriously hurt by his fall had it ended otherwise, and the blame would fall on all of you.”

“But it didn’t end otherwise. She defended herself. We all saw how violent he got with her through the window, that fucking bastard.”

“Not the point, Roger.”

“John, she’s a good friend to all of us. We care about her. If she goes, I go,” It was a bold statement. It wasn’t even true. I had no idea why I’d even said it. I felt even more unnerved hoping that he wouldn’t know I was bluffing. His startled laughter annoyed me even more.

“Roger, you can’t be serious. I know you wouldn’t sacrifice the career of your dreams for some groupie to stick around for any longer than the others.” Upon seeing the slanted look in your eyes and your clenched fists, Johns laughter was wiped from his face and instead he slowly moved back.

“She’s not a groupie, John, and you better never forget yourself like that again. I’d rather we be known as the Queen who keeps around wild friends than the Queen who blames innocent girls for attacking guys who don’t know how to take no for an answer.”

That shut him up. John knew I was right. He mumbled something under his breath too quietly for me to even distinguish.

„Fine, alright. I’ll call Freddie when I get the chance and apologise,” I moved my body the slightest to signal him out the door and he sheepishly walked out. I returned to the large room, seeing an anxious Y/N on the sofa.

I tried to find the words to make my protectiveness come off as rather non-chalant, cos’ even I was slightly taken aback as to why I would go this far just for her to stick around. To my surprise she pranced up and quickly gave me a cheek on the kiss. Almost out of second nature I wanted to make a suggestive comment, something about how soft her lips were or where else I would like them- but absolutely fucking shocked by these thoughts in my head, I decided to shut up and not dare say another word.

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