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[omgmarieux]

Drumming Fetish // Roger Taylor!Sub x Reader!Dom (SMUT)

Summary: You cannot stop yourself from thinking endlessly about your new found kink, and Roger's actions are quite the big part of it. (Yes I suck at summaries.)

WC: 1.8K

Note: So today’s our boy Roger Taylor’s birthday and I’ve decided to stop postponing to post this smutty ass fic from my drafts. Birthday is not actually a thing in this fic but let’s say it’s just a gift to all of Roger girls here. Enjoy reading!

Smut below the cut!

Roger was drumming inside the booth. You couldn’t help but your mind drift away once again. You eyed Roger from his toe up to his head—leg bouncing in every step to his bass, arms continuously banging the drums to his best, the sweat that rolls from his temples, his hair that flows to the direction of his head and that duck formed lips. Suddenly feeling all too hot only about his sight, made you shift uncomfortably. You didn’t even notice Roger who left the booth and sat beside you.

“Why are you so flustered love?”

You snapped out of your flying mind and instantly looked at Roger. When he noticed the invisible yet noticeable lust in your eyes, he laughed at you.

“What are you imagining right now love?” He asked teasingly and you punched his arm.

“Don’t fucking start you hot asshole.”

“Oi Roger! Come back inside!” You head Brian shouted from behind and you pushed him.

“We’re not done talking.” Roger said and winked at you before running back inside the booth again.

After a few moments of nonstop fantasies about your boyfriend, you weren’t able to contain it only to yourself so instead, you decided to meet and discuss it with your best friend.

“You are what?” Your friend almost shouted after hearing your monologue about your new found kink and imaginations.

“I can’t seem to stop it. I really can’t watch Roger drumming furiously like that.”

“Well for starters, what the fuck are you doing? Starring another what the fuck were you thinking and another what the heck is going inside your mind?” Your friend retorted while frantically gesturing her hands all over the air.

“It’s unstoppable!” You replied; face becoming redder as you recalled the earlier occurrence.

“Well you better stop imagining Roger naked while he’s drumming, that’s for sure.”

“Or?” You asked, hoping to look for another option.

“Tell him about it?” She added doubtfully, both eyebrows raising in confusion.

“Yeah, right right. Maybe he’ll do something with it.” You said smiling as your mind goes back and forrt to your imagination and the reality.

“Oh please stop imagining him like that when I’m here!” You friend hissed at you and you gave her an apologetic laugh.

Later on, you weren’t sure if Roger’s the one who got home first. You closed the door behind you when you reached inside. Eyes are quickly roaming the surroundings looking for him. It was soon answered when you hear the loud banging of drums from the opposite side of the room. You ran as fast to find Roger and the lust in your eyes were back again. Your panties may have even been wet.

Roger’s gaze flew up to you and sheepishly smiled at you.

“Oh, the predator has come.” He announced and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh fuck off.” you said, huffing a laugh and you walked towards him. He tapped his lap inviting you to sit on it and you obliged. As you sat down, he wrapped his arms around your waist and laid his head on your shoulder.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked while he planted feather kisses on your neck.

“You?” You try to sound confuse when your heart was instead thumping out so loud.

“No seriously, tell me. What were you thinking earlier?” He spoke with concern and confusion but a little bit inside, Roger wanted to tease you even if he doesn’t know what’s running in your mind. Although he might have a little idea about it.

“You, drumming…” you paused for a moment, asking yourself over and over again. Should I tell him? Should I? Should I?

“Ah! It’s not worth it.” You quickly changed your mind.

“What? No love! I’ll listen! Anything on your mind is worth hearing!” He remarked as he tightens his arms around your waist. You glanced at his face, now showing his ‘please’ facial expression and you shook your head.

“I won’t tease you about it?” He tried to convince you. You laughed and attempted to stand up. “You’re not leaving unless you tell me.” He said as he tightened his grip on you and started to nibble the shell of your ear. You gasped and pinched the side of his legs.

“Ugh Roger!”

“Hmmm?”

“I’ll tell you when you let me go.” You said and he instantly took his arms off you, freeing you. “Will you play drums for me Rog?” You asked as you drag a stool in front of his drum kit.

“Ok what do you wanna hear?” He asked tapping a few beats.

“Anything.”

“You should hear the new song we’re working on. Here’s the beat.” He said as he started to effortlessly bang his drums. Your lips left a small opening as you watch him; saliva might have even dropped from it.

“Oh love what’s into you lately?” Roger asked once he finished his performance to you.

“Play another one please.” You requested and he did so without any more questions. But his mind drifted as yours did; only focusing about what’s bothering you.

You stood from your chair and walked to stand behind Roger. Your insides are getting all tingly and messy while you’re feeling intensely hot. You cross your arms to Roger’s neck and leans your chin to his head and started unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt. Halfway, Roger stopped his drumming so did your hands stop unbuttoning.

“Continue love.” You whispered in his ear seductively and he did start to play again only this time, the beats were rather shaky, inconsistent, and imbalanced. When the last button was undone, you slid his shirt off him revealing a view of his bare back and shoulder to you.

“So fucking hot.” You said pressing a firm wet kiss on the top of his shoulder which gave a shiver out of him and you started making a trail of marks to his neck. Once you’ve finished, you moved your hands down to his waist and you reached to cup him between his hips. He groaned and his drumming faltered.

“Keep on the beat Rog.” You warned as you grope his rock hard dick. His head falls backward towards to lie on your shoulder and you take this as a kind of motivation to start rubbing him.

“Does that feel good?” You asked him, lips directly to his ear and he moaned as he dropped his stick. You sighed as you let go of him then picking up his drumstick and putting it back to his hand.

“Banging stops, I stop. So will you be the pretty boy to play his pretty drums for me?” You said harshly at first to cooing him for the question.

“Y-yes!” He said as he started on another beat of a familiar song, though you didn’t really want to think what song he is playing. It’s enough that he’s moving with all of his might just to feel you.

Your hand goes back on his pants, but now straight to his undo the button and the zipper. He lightly lifts his hips and you tugged his pants together with his underwear down and he raised both of his feet to be fully naked. He missed a few step for the bass but you didn’t really mind. You walked in front of his drum kit and eyed Roger drumming, head to toe. Smirking and excited.

You slowly strip your clothes away, starting with your white plain blouse. You threw it away leaving a black neck tie that hangs loosely on your neck. You also removed your panties underneath that has a visible wet stain where your pussy sat not so long ago. You left your skirt on, but hiked it up, the hem meeting your stomach and your wet shiny cunt on a full view for Roger. You sat on the edge of the stool and widened your legs, your middle finger reaching your hole to grab a few wetness to circle it on your clit. Roger moaned at the sight, quickly forgetting the fact that he should be playing his drums instead of his cock. You slipped two fingers in you, not wasting any more time and your mouth instantly moaned Roger’s name. Despite your eyes that are rolled up, you noticed Roger standing up.

“D-don’t even fuck!—fucking think about it! P-play your fucking drums.” You said and bobbed your fingers a little faster, uniting with how fast Roger started to beat his drums once again.

Roger was unbelievably dripping, hard, and really turned on. His drumming had literally turned to banging the drums. He wasn’t even creating music, he was creating noise which covered yours. He didn’t noticed how loud you were screaming his name, he was so focused on resisting to touch his so fucking hard cock and so fucking hard beating of his drums that you already finished and you are already on your knees beside him to face his side. You kissed his belly down to the base of his cock.

“You’ve been a good pretty boy, now let me take care of you.” You said and you took his drumsticks and threw it somewhere in the room then ordered him to stand up. You didn’t wait for anything, you shoved his dick inside your mouth, bobbing your head, in out in out in out, taking all of him as his tip hit the back of your throat. His hands flew to hold your strands of your hair, helping you to bob faster than you could. Gagging on his cock, you felt him twitch inside you and you took his balls in your hand to massage it and moaned around his cock to create a vibrating feeling.

“Oh f-fuck Y/N!”

His hips also started fucking your mouth. You were doing your best. You felt your eyes losing some tears and you were more than proud knowing that you’re pleasuring Roger.

“I-I am—“ Roger was cut off by his own orgasm. His seed spilling inside your mouth and he emptied in you. Legs shaking, he slips his dick out and drop on his knees in front of you.

“Fuck Y/N, that was so fucking good.”

He grabbed you by your waist and he kissed your lips.

“Take me to bed Rog.” You tiredly requested and he nodded and carried your whole body to the bed. Laying you softly and carefully on the mattress.

“We’ll clean you up first so don’t you dare fall asleep on me.” He said but before he could walk away, you caught his hand. Another smirk was already visible in your face.

“Who said something about sleeping?” You sheepishly asked and pulled Roger causing him to crash on you. He was on top of you and you could feel his cock getting hard again.

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[omgmarieux]

Love is Strange [Part 1] // Roger Taylor x Reader

WARNINGS: Few curses, was it few?

NOTES: Okay here’s the whole part 1, thanks for taking an interest with it. This isn’t a good excuse but if there’s any mistake (especially the grammar), English isn’t my first language (even though I did proofread this part 2 times, yeah mistakes are bound to happen.) Anyway I hope you enjoy this one!

WC: 2.1K

Roger leaned over the door frame in awe as he watches the woman stand on her feet with her confidence that she always wears. Even with only her white bathrobe and a towel that rolls over her head, it made her look like a goddess. She had her black sunglasses perched on her nose as an accessory as she apply her red lipstick while leaning ever so slightly over the glossy countertop of the bathroom to watch her reflection in the mirror.

“You know it’s rude to stare.” She said with a thick accent then she pops and pouts her lips, admiring just how perfect the red colour fits on her.

“Yeah but I also know how enchanting you look like now. Ethereal, but kind of devilish inside.” Roger replied smirking, walking over her side and slightly pushing her on ass away with his to fit in the mirror.

“Hey!”

“You’re not the only one who needs to get ready.” He said, fixing his tie in front of the mirror. She just watch his reflection as he snarls his own necktie and she giggled at him, taking it from his hand and tangling a proper knot to his neck.

“You’re 30 and still don’t know how to properly tie a tie.”

“Most of the men don’t, even the elder ones.” He argued.

“Well you should try to differ, you like being exotic.”

He rolled his eyes on her remark as he flips her off. “Wear your goddamn clothes lady, we’re late.” He said walking out of the bathroom. She wore her dress, a red satin one with gold embroidery details. It fits on her curves as if the dress were actually made just for her. She took her bulky yet soft fur coat, a white one that’s long as her dress and she removed her towel from her head. She walks back into the living room and found Roger tapping his finger from his left hand and holding his cigarette in another hand.

“You sure we’re late? My hair isn’t dry yet.” She spoke as she sat on the velvet ottoman in front of Roger. He rolls his eyes on her, sure enough that she will still win the shaping argument. He taps the cigarette’s butt on the ashtray and let its spirit die.

“I’ll blow dry it.” He suggested, already standing up to take it from her bedroom and she’s clapping her hand in enthusiasm as she quickly moved over in front of the full length mirror their living room has. Roger walked back, and stood behind her. She plugged the hairdryer and he started to point it on her hair.

“Careful, my make up!” She warned and Roger just nod. He focused on how her hair was still perfect even if it’s lightly wet. He combs her hair with his hands, pointing the mouth of the dryer in every handful of hairs that he grabs. She always liked it when he touches her hair; she could fall asleep then and there every time.

She already had her eyes closed when she no longer felt the heat of the hairdryer and the noise had come to halt.

“It’s done, let’s go.” He said dryly, she could sense that she got him annoyed and impatient.

“Wait I need my shoes!”

“God fucking damn it.” Roger cursed under his breath and she froze on her feet.

“What?”

“I said nothing. Go get it.” Roger replied exasperatedly but you didn’t move. Her forehead folded into thin layers and eyes are bounded to tear up. She never liked this kind of Roger. It always gets her so emotional, even if it’s just a small useless thing.

“Oh my god Y/N! i didn’t meant—“ He was stopped when she stomped her feet away from him, hastily walking towards to her bedroom and inclining to slam the door heavily, and she did.

Roger brushed his blond hair frustrated with his hand, asking himself how did she get so upset over four words. He tries to calm himself down and walk on her door to knock.

“Y/N, c’mon, let’s go.” He tried to speak nicely, in a soothing voice. He’s not about to leave her alone just because they’re both late to a very important event or maybe important to him and not to her. After all, she’s already dressed and it’s rather impractical for her to take a cab wearing such a revealing garment even with the fur coat covering the rest. Though the dress’ view in front still left a little to the imagination.

“Leave me alone.” She said choking on a sob.

“Come on Y/N, you’re already dressed it’s such a waste. We do have to go.” He pleaded, wishing she would just caved so easy and she would stop crying so her makeup would not be ruined. He knows how her confidence fails when she doesn’t look so nicely with her appearance.

“She doesn’t like me there anyway. Why bother?” She replied, her voice muffled by a tissue.

“No no, Y/N. Listen to me love, she likes you there alright? Now open this door.” He cooed and he taps her door. She gave up and unlocked the door for him. He saw her mascara had flown down on before her cheek and he shook his head in distaste.

“Now I’m ugly. You could just go.” She said but he held her chin up, taking a tissue from her hand and dabs it on her lower eye.

“No love, we’ll fix it okay?” He replied. He took the powder from her vanity and applied a good amount on her cheeks.

“Now you look fine, shall we go?” He asked and her reply was a light nod of her head. He guides her to his car and the rest of the drive was quiet. When they entered the house, one with loads of fancy and shiny decorations, they could already hear the happy birthday song, toning down on to its end.

Adalene was encircled by the crowd with smiling faces. Roger thought she still looks fantastic as ever. Especially now, dressed in for an important occasion. The decorations had matched her entire appearance, her dress ends right before her knees reflecting sparkles from the light, so did the diamonds on her neck. Too bad he was late that he didn’t even get to sing her the whole happy birthday song. She blows her candle and the loud “Happy Birthday Adalene!” was heard which followed by claps.

“Thank you all for coming, just enjoy the rest of the party!” Adalene’s voice echoed throughout the entire room, sounding so happy yet her eyes was visibly disappointed.

“Go find the rest of the guys, will you be okay?” Roger asked with concerned and she nod at him and went off. She knows that in a party, when you get yourself dressed, you look for Freddie for approval, so she did. And she instantly catches his frame, a combination of red and gold crown on the top of his head, she quickly strides to his direction and greeted him with the happiest one.

“Hello there to you too Y/N!” Freddie squealed and hugged her. As they both parted, she twirled herself in front of Freddie as he watched her and she raised an eyebrow towards him.

“What do you think?” She asked excitedly.

“Stunning as always! Where’d you got this dress from?” He said with a huge smile plastered on his face, vertically gesturing on her dress.

“Roger got it for me!” She squealed, contented with Freddie’s approval of your ‘outfit of the night’.

“Speaking of Roger, where is he by the way? Adalene was looking for him earlier.”

“Oh he’s here somewhere. We’re kind of late.” She replied, eyes roaming the surroundings in hope to see Roger.

“Late with his own girlfriend’s thirtieth birthday party? Where’s the justice!”

She replied with a tight-lipped smile and shrugged. “I’m going to get a drink.” And with that, she made her escape. She knows that she’s the responsible one for Roger being late, and she hate to admit it, she is indeed guilty.

She walked towards the bar, it’s right before the kitchen, but when she heard two familiar voice arguing inside, she stopped on her tracks.

“Where the fuck were you?”

“Adalene I’m sorry, I had to wait for Y/N—“

“Y/N? Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! It was always her! Roger! I’m your girlfriend, I’m supposed to be the one you’re living with not her!”

Her face turned red in the mention of her name, embarrassed and guilty that she’s the reason that the lovers are fighting. Everyone would be able feel her anger from her voice even without seeing her face, right then and there, she were scared but curious at the same time.

“Then what should I do? Huh? Leave her?” It was more of rhetorical question to Roger but Adalene didn’t hesitate a second to answer.

“Yes!”

Her hearing went cloudy after that, she’s not sure where will their conversation ends, and afraid that something else would end along with it too. Not that she’s that supportive with their relationship, in fact, she didn’t give a damn about them, but she never liked two or more than people are fighting because of her. She hated that.

“You know what Roger!”

“What!”

They were practically shouting each words out right from their lungs, probably delighted that the party noise outside was louder than them.

“Choose! Fucking choose between me, and her!”

There was a short silence and she didn’t know what will Roger answer, so does Adalene. She doesn’t know which side is she taking, hers or her best friend’s girlfriend, because let’s face it, Adalene has a point.

“Oh dear god Roger! Are you seriously contemplating about it? Five fucking years Roger! Five! We’ve been together for five fucking years!” She heard Adalene choked on her words.

“What do you want me to say? ‘You?’ I’ve had Y/N since forever, no I can’t leave her that easy!” He shouted back. Y/N heart beat has conquered herself, and she could feel it in her entire body. She’s frozen and dead on the spot.

Adalene let a sob out. “Wow happy fucking birthday.”She mumbled. Roger’s eyes were on her frame, watching her wipe her tears. How badly he wanted to do that himself but he cannot even bring himself to touch her.

“You know what? Maybe we should break up.” She said more quietly that made Roger fume in anger. How easy if her to let go with one mistake?

He punched the wall and walked out of the kitchen but he shortly found Y/N just right there, standing and staring at him. He ignored her and then started walking even faster out of the house and her feet voluntarily followed his trail, almost running just to catch him.

“Roger!” She called him when they reached outside. He slammed his car door close and starts the ignition but not yet leaving with his car. He still waited for her even though he is raging in anger, sadness, and disappointment.

She was shaking by the time she sat on the passenger seat and closed the door beside her. Scared of what he might say, or him driving too fast, which he did the moment she’s settled on her seat. He instantly pulled away from the curb and drove off, speeding as fast as he can and in about fewer than ten minutes, they’ve already reached their apartment building. He turned the engine off and just sat there, basking in the darkness of the night, allowing himself to feel empty.

“Roger.” She finally made herself spoke, a low sound of her voice echoed inside the car which had his head turning to you, but she were afraid to continue. He noticed her shaking hand and took it to his, tightly holding and squeezing it to comfort her.

“I... I am so so sorry Roger.” She said, a tear escaping her eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, not ready for her dramatic apology. “I should’ve known, I shouldn’t have been a brat...”

“Shh. You were right; I should’ve left you in the first place.” He replied, the small amount of light coming from the moon allows him to look at her. She was shocked, not even for the first time tonight. “Oh no, no, love. Not that. I meant I should’ve left earlier than you.” Roger cooed and lightly laughs. “Goddamn it, come here.” He said as he pulls her by her two arms towards him and he hugs her tight. He kissed the top of her head and assured her, “I’m not leaving you, understand?”

She nods while her face is buried on his chest, her left over tears are wetting his polo, but he didn’t mind. All he was thinking of was how glad he is that he chose to stay with her instead, all satisfied with just being with her best friend.

END NOTES:I hope you enjoyed reading that.

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[omgmarieux]

Love is Strange // Roger Taylor x Reader [snippet]

Hi people!

I’m throwing out a five-part fan fiction all about our dear Roger Taylor. All parts are planned but could change as I progress with it.

It’s my first time creating a short series but I’ll do my best? Also, updating would be not too fast. Sometimes I just wait for my writing motivation to come, or just plain busy (why I literally only promised a five parts for this one.)

Want a snippet? Check after the cut!

Roger leaned over the doorframe in awe as he watches the woman stand on her feet with her confidence that she always wears. Even with only her white bathrobe and a towel that rolls over her head, it made her look like a goddess. She had her black sunglasses perched on her nose as an accessory as she apply her red lipstick while leaning ever so lightly over the glossy countertop of the bathroom to watch her reflection in the mirror.

“You know it’s rude to stare.” She said with a thick accent then she pops and pouts her lips, admiring just how perfect the red colour fits her.

“Yeah but I also know how enchanting you look like now. Ethereal but kind of devilish inside.” Roger replied smirking, walking over her side and slightly pushing her on ass away with his to fit in the mirror.

“Hey!”

“You’re not the only one who needs to get ready.” He said, fixing his tie in front of the mirror. She just watch his reflection as he snarls his own necktie and she giggled at him, taking it from his hand and tangling a proper knot to his neck.

“You’re 30 and still don’t know how to properly tie a tie.”

“Most of the men don’t, even the elder ones.” He argued.

“Well you should try to differ, you like being exotic.”

He rolled his eyes on her remark as he flips her off. “Wear your goddamn clothes lady, we’re late.”

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[omgmarieux]

Love is Strange [Part 2] // Roger Taylor x Reader

Warnings: just some angst there.

Notes: Hi there’s really nothing for me to say but I hope you enjoy reading!

WC: 1.9K

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

The soon sun was up, Y/N is already on her heels getting ready for the day, but knowing she’s highly in debt to Roger since his relationship had fell on the ground, she knows she had make up for him. So she’s decided that she would instead cook meal for Roger. She cooks breakfast first, then his lunch, even his drinks and fruits. She made sure to make the meal healthy and perfect for the man and she left note beside it; ‘Hi, eat this and I hope you feel better. I’m truly sorry Roger. X, Y/N’ the letter was not appropriate for apologies; she knows that she had to do it properly. Last night is hardly a ‘proper’ apology for such a big blunder.

She left for work, not quite ready to be tired yet but she knows it will distract her from Roger’s problem, which had became hers as well. Not so long after, Roger woke up. The sunlight passing between the small spaces of the blinds directly to his eyes. He was a bit tired, feeling heavy in every move and fully aware of the occurrence last night. He didn’t move, still trying to fathom the thought of her longest girlfriend had broken up with him, just as when he’s considering to finally settle down.

He didn’t fuck it up by cheating, but he did fuck it up with being in a good relationship with someone, which is such a stupid reason for a break up. There are tons of things he regretted, but the first one on the list is walking out on Adalene. Roger felt a tear fall from his eyes, slowly flowing down on his cheeks. He couldn’t decide which one he treasures the most; Adalene, his long time girlfriend or Y/N, his long time best friend. He is caught in a dilemma of choosing between the two of the most important women in his life. Was it too late to decide though? Was last night the final decision? Is there any way to go back, and maybe change the flow of the hap? He didn’t know, he doesn’t know a thing as of right now.

It is as if something is holding him back from doing anything. Something that locks him with his bed like a heavy thing weighing him down, and causing him stay there all throughout the day. But after felt like years but only few hours had pass, his back started aching from staying on the bed too much. He slowly let himself get up, preparing and hoping for a meteor to just hit him at that very moment, but it didn’t come. Only a wave of never ending emptiness flowed through in him as he walked to his turntable, putting a record of Johnny Mathis’ It’s Not for Me to Say.

Roger goes back to his bed, stretching out first before letting himself drown in the fabrics once again. He closed his eyes, reminiscing his happiest moments with Adalene

Y/N slowly entered their apartment, paper bags hanging from her hand, apart from her work, it is one of the ways how she distract herself from real world problems.

“Roger?” She called out, walking towards the kitchen only to find that Roger had not touched a single thing on the dining area, including the meal she prepared for him.

She went to Roger’s door to knock, a soft one that is not disturbing. After few more of calling Roger and countless knock on the door, there was still no answer so she opened it and peep her head through the small space. She found Roger asleep on his bed, and a familiar song playing in the background.

“Roger honey.”

He didn’t respond, not a single move. She was frowning, thinking why Roger is acting this badly, even though it’s obvious enough, but last night he said it’s all right. She didn’t wait for Roger’s consent anymore, she walked towards Roger and sat beside his body, her ass lightly dipping in the pool of fluffy fabrics.

She tapped Roger on the shoulder ‘causing him to stir ever so lightly. His energy can’t even produce a groan out of him. “Roger, please. You need to get up.”

No response again. She was getting more annoyed as time pass by. “Roger you know you can’t live like this.”

Internally, Roger was half listening. Only if he got the guts to actually roll his eyes on his best friend, he would.

“I’ll get you a warm bath, and some food, alright? Promise me you’ll stand up.” She was hoping for him to oblige or at least response, but nothing came out of him. “Roger, Roger, Roger…” she started to poke him through different parts of his body to awaken him. He slap her hand away, eyes are finally opened and already glaring at her.

“Is it bad that I want to make you feel better?” She asked, frowning at him. Roger sighed and shook his head.

“Alright mister baby boy, wait for your bath.”

She went to their bathroom, quickly drawing a nice warm bath for Roger, even putting a large amount of bubble soap. She lighted few candles in the bathroom and prepared towels for Roger, then proceeding to take Roger from his room.

“One night you say you’re alright staying with me then now you can’t just bring yourself to fucking stand up and take care of yourself without being in a relationship with Adalene?” She ranted while she keeps Roger up, almost dragging him to the bathroom.

“Go take a bath, I’ll be back soon.” She said, leaving Roger alone inside of the cozy bathroom. Roger’s feeling better the moment he dipped into the warm bubbly water. He let his head rest on the tile behind him and let his mind drifts back again to Adalene. Few moments later, a pat in the door was heard followed by Y/N announcing that she’s entering the room. Roger stared up at her, a tray full of food was on her hands and she kneeled down between the tub and placed the tray on the chair near her.

“Did you eat anything while I was gone?” She asked and Roger contemplated on answering, No he didn’t, and yes she’ll get mad. But Y/N knew better, his face was already sending an obvious response: no I did not eat anything today.

She sighed loudly, a combination of exasperation and worry flooded her. She took the spoon attempting to let Roger eat while he just tuts his face away which worried her even more.

“Roger you need to eat.”

“No I don’t think so.”

She raised her eyebrow towards Roger, fully debating on whether did she heard it right or was she hallucinating. “Did you just say you didn’t need food to continue living?”

“No I didn’t. I said I don’t want to eat, right now.”

“Yeah? When are you planning to do so? When you get back with Adalene? Will you still be able to eat when she finally comes back to you? Oh will you be alive then?” You scoffed at him. He’s declining your care towards him, and you can’t even understand why. He ignored all of your question and gestured towards the towel on the opposite side of the tub and you reached it for him then you left him for his own privacy.

You just couldn’t understand why he would stop functioning like a real human after just a break up. Does his entire existence depend on it? No, not really. Then, why?

He was startled when he heard a loud cymbals crashing, which caused him to bolt back to his room.

“What the hell!”

“Roger, if you don’t get your shit up, I’m going to beat your ass.” You hissed at his and he just glare at you.

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one who’d someone broke up to.” He replied, rather annoyed as if he’s holding a grudge towards her.

“Roger I know what my fault was, being late. But your girlfriend rather took it too seriously and let’s face it, it is a stupid reason for breaking up such a long relationship. But Roger, don’t blame me for your fault as well. You’re the one who walked out on her, as if you just agreed to whatever the hell she is onto.”

“Yes honestly, being late to one of her most important milestone is not a stupid reason-“

“Then just go the fuck wherever the hell is she. Kneel before her, beg until she takes you back. Hell! Just go fucking move out already! It seems like I’m just a little sister who’s a big burden to you when all I’m trying to do was to help you!” She said walking out of the room, but before she even reaches the door outside, he heard him murmured; “Yeah help me break up with her.”

She felt her entire body burned by the boiling blood inside her. She couldn’t contain it, she wanted to punch Roger in the face but she never want to hurt him so she slammed the door leaving Roger alone in his room.

 Her heart was still beating fast, loud enough that it could almost explode right inside her. On the other side, Roger was fuming in anger. Pride as well taking over him. He would more likely to blame everything towards Y/N but it’s not fair to her, and she’s not the only reason why they broke up.

The night passed through, it’s in the middle of the night and neither of them could go to sleep. Y/N decided to lie in the living room’s couch for a moment, maybe put the telly on and watch reruns of football, or put on some movie like Breakfast at Tiffany’s and try to feel living like Audrey Hepburn, or maybe just read and drink wine so you could fall asleep even faster. She decided the latter instead, taking the wine and a glass. She laid down on the couch, grabbing a magazine on the coffee table and occupying her attention with articles in it. Moments later, she heard a door creaks from being opened slowly, she held the magazine higher to her face to cover it, not wanting to see any parts of Roger and he as well didn’t try to catch a single sight of her. Completely ignoring her presence and staring straight to the kitchen to grab some snacks.

‘Ha the bastard got hungry.’ She though and rolled her eyes through the magazine. As the fridge was close, he heard his footsteps fade out back to his room, and the door was closed again, and the lock was aggressively pushed, Roger’s making sure she hears it. She rolled her eyes one more time as she closes the magazine rather harshly.

Instead of aiming to take the glass of wine, she took the bottle instead and drank on it. Stupid flatmate, best friend, relationships.

Two days and nights carried on, no conversation or any sort of interacting inside the apartment. She was starting to think how does Roger keep himself alive without opening his mouth to say anything he has to say. But she kept her pride up, not caring about Roger too much since he’s big enough, hell he’s thirty, he can handle himself. Not until the third day of no interactions with him, the night she came home from work. His bedroom was widely open, as well as the rest of the rooms in their apartment. He was nowhere to be seen. She thought, maybe he went at Freddie’s, Brian’s, or John’s.

And you mentally scolded yourself to stop caring. He’s thirty, he can handle himself.

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Roger Taylor blurb // 80s!Roger Taylor in Modern AU x Fem!Reader

WC: 543 Words

Warnings: none because the whole story is pure softness.

Note: Just gonna feed you the most cliche fluff with Roger (just because I've been feeling soft and empty lately.)

You walked downstairs to meet Roger when you heard the entrance door opened and closed. You couldn't wait to see him, and tell him how much you have missed him for these past few busy days of his. You threw your arms in his shoulder, pulling him as closely as possible.

"Hey, hello babe!" He laughs and you tighten your hug on him. You haven't let him go when his arms snaked around your waist to throw you on one of his shoulders and carries you upstairs back to your bedroom. He drops your feet on the floor and turn your body away from his so you're both facing the full length mirror inside your bedroom.

"Oh how much I've missed you." He said peppering kisses on your cheeks down your neck and your shoulder. You giggled at his movements. He's holding your waist with one arm to prevent you from moving and he brings his chin to rest on your shoulder.

"Mhm, honey you're so beautiful. Most beautiful women in all universe." He said smiling. It was intoxicating, you could watch him like this forever, you wouldn't mind.

He drops his arms and took a flat square box in his pocket. You watch him doubt his own movements. "Honey would you please close your eyes first?" He asked and you nodded and followed. Few seconds after, you felt a cold chain rested on your chest and you couldn't wait anymore to see (besides the obvious feeling) what it was.

"Open your eyes now love." Roger hummed in your ears and you slowly opened your eyes. You gasped when you saw the necklace that goes around your neck.

"Oh Roger you didn't have to!" He chuckles and kissed the shell of your ear.

"Yeah but I've missed you." He said as he once again wraps his arms on your waist. You held his his hands onto yours and rested your head on his shoulder.

"This is Cartier you idiot!" You said to him in disbelief.

"I know I'm the one who bought it." He replied cooly.

"No that's not the point! It's expensive." You said but your voice is nowhere near negative. You're feeling quite different with the expensive necklace you're wearing.

"We can afford it." He replied and you shake your head. "Plus what's the point of having a rockstar husband without him giving you a rockstar life."

"Damn it Roger Taylor. I love you." You said nuzzling your face in his neck and kisses it.

"And I saw your browsing history looking for accessories. You've got the best taste by the way." He said and he sways both of you, slowly dancing in front of the mirror.

"No that wasn't for me Rog. I was helping Fred to find the best gift for Mary." You replied as you full lean your weight on him.

"Speaking of gifts, your birthday's coming soon. What do you want?" He asked and turned your body to face him.

"You." You replied as you fixed your eyes to stare at his.

"You already have me." Roger said and you didn't hesitate to answer in a beat.

"Then I guess I don't want anything else." You said and pulled his collar to press your lips in his.

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[omgmarieux]

Raw and the Baby means Yes. // Roger Taylor x Reader (smut)

Hi!: I just want to say tnx for a hundred followerS! Also I attempted to write smut this week which has a back story of me finishing it until midnight and accidentally erasing the whole thing so I had to rewrite it before dawn 😂 so I hope you like this one, I put a big effort in it, lol.

Warning: nsfw/just smut(fem&male recieving), face (riding&fucking), unprotected sex, softie afterwards.

Summary: besides morning sex, you asked your boyfriend: Roger, to raw you and put a baby in you as another term for your yes.

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"Y/N love."

You woke up with your favourite scent of Roger lingering in your nose, and a soft kiss on your forehead, and arms hugging you towards the best person you've ever been with your whole life.

"Morning love." you said as Roger kissed your lips softly. He was about to pull away when you held the top of his head for him to stay put, giving you both the time to kiss passionately, but finally pulls away when your hands left him.

"Rog?"

"Yeah?"

"Today I have plans on riding you." you said back at him as your hands wandered on his clothed chest. He raised an eyebrow at your remark.

"Hmmm? And then?" he hummed in response.

"Riding your face and then, maybe give you a li'l blow." Your hands travelled underneath his shirt and you drew circles on his chest.

On a sudden movement, his hand caught your wrist and pinned you down to the bed, as his another hand caught your free hand to join your pinned body.

"You can't crave for morning sex without answering my proposal to you last night." Roger said chuckling at you. You just rolled your eyes at him.

Oh really? you thought to yourself. Roger kissed you once more again and finally lets go both of your wrist while he tops you over. He crawled down, tugging your pajamas and discarding them off the air, as your panties followed the same fate.

He brings his face close to your inner thigh to kiss it and made a wet trail towards your glistening cunt. As he brings his mouth to your core, his nose brushed with your clit that let out a breathy moan from your mouth. You tangled your hands with his hair pushing his face to meet more of you and you felt his warm mouth covering majority of your vagina, stretching and opening your folds.

"F-fuck!" you hissed as his tongued entered you. Roger's hand holds one of your legs that threatens to close tightly around him while the other one's at your clit performing small circles to stimulate you. You couldn't contain the feeling Roger is giving you as you relentlessly moan his name over and over.

"R-rog, think 'm c-comming." your breaths are short and your eyes are shut closed until you felt Roger pull away.

"What the fuck Roger?" you hissed at him.

"What? Thought you're gonna ride my face?" He asked innocently but not so innocent.

"Wow! Thank you for noting that, Rog." you said sarcastically while rolling your eyes but deep inside you actually do appreciate Roger remembering it before you forgot it yourself.

He crawls back up and kissed you.

"Just passing how good your taste is, love." he laughed as he wraps his arms around your waist and flip your position. You are now on top, straddling him.

"Come on up love." he cooed and you obliged.

Your knees crawled to meet his face and you held on to the headboard. His hands fall on your hips as you start rocking to his face a little bit slow until you build the pace that you desired. His mouth are back at yours, pleasuringly giving you a hotter experience than earlier.

Another chain of moans excape your mouth as your knees are trembling while holding your own weight. Roger's hand never fails to guide and help you, neverthless, your pace went slower than usual.

You looked down to Roger and having to visibly see his long beautiful eyelashes from that angle, you felt more determined to come undone right to his face. Roger brought a finger to your clit stimulating you to reach your high and for a moment, you grabbed all your energy to build up your pace once again. You tightened your grip to the headboard as you felt yourself reaching your high.

Unfortunately, Roger is physically unavailable to coo you because of you hovering his mouth, so you muttered forms of encouragement in the back of your head, until you felt yourself coming undone to Roger's mouth.

He kissed your cunt one last time before you laid down to his chest and rest for a moment.

"So, how do you like to be repaid, love?" you smirked at him as you fix your knees to kneel on both if his side. You tug his shirt, signalling him to remove it and he complied.

You felt his bulge growing inside as you were sitting on his crotch and rode it a little to tease him.

"Fucking hell, Y/N." You lift youself off Roger, and he arched his hips to make your work easier when you started pulling his boxers down. His cock instantly flying over to slap his belly and you smiled you the view.

One hand grabbed his balls to massage and the other one took his length and shove it to your lips to kiss. He whined at the contact that made your smile grow wider.

"You're enjoying this, are you?" he shakily asked you and you chuckled at him.

You took only his tip in your mouth, letting your tongue to swirl and sucking it like a lollipop. Roger grabs a handful of your hair to push you to himself as you bob your head.

"Yes go on love. You're doing good."

You took him deeper as you heard his encouragement, in which you earned a moan out of him. Your free hand held the rest of his length as it moves concurrently with your mouth. You did it for a little while until you pull him out and he whines at the lost of contact.

"Fuck my face daddy." It was supposed to sound like a dirty talk for him, but you were no good at it and it comes out like a command, in which soon he obliged and you're thankful for that.

"Of course stand up Rog. So lazy."

He chuckled with you as he stood up on his feet and you got youself on your knees. He held his length and pumped it first as he grabs your hair one again before shoving his cock inside your mouth. He rocks himself in a fast motion, forcing his whole length to be inside your mouth and you gagged as its tip hits your throat. Liquid dripping from you mouth as he goes further. Soon, Roger failingly keep his pace.

He suddenly pulls out leaving you puzzled.

"Lay down, back on the bed." He commanded as he was about to walk off.

"W-where you going?" you asked panting.

"To get con-"

"Raw me instead Rog." you said and his eyes twinkled at you.

"You sure?" he asked reassuringly.

"Yeah, put a baby in me." He laughed at you as he carries your body towards the upper area of the bed.

"We'll tackle that later." he said and he laid you down properly and he hovered you. He kissed you passionately as his hands took the hem of your shirt and pulled it upwards to remove your covers. He caressed you breast for a moment before proceeding to align his manhood to your entrance. He pushed himself inside you. Rocking back and forth slowly until he found a pace perfect for him. His groans and your moans, together with the skin slapping are the only sound that occupies your whole bedroom.

His pace grew faster that made you grabbed sheets like you've never grabbed them before, curling your toes just as he puts a finger on your clit to rub circular motion on it.

"I'm f-fucking close R-roger!" He burried his face between your neck and shoulder, leaving whichever part of your skin his lips landed violet marks.

He brings your leg to his shoulder giving him the ability to hit deeper and the spot that you've wanted.

"T-there it is!" You walls tighten around Roger's cock and soon you felt yourself filling his length which was enough to drag him to his high as well. You felt a pool of hot spurts waving inside you as he dedicatedly rock his hips slower as he finishes off. Roger's body fell onto yours and rested his weight for a short while until he pulls out of you and laid beside you.

"So love. Why did you want to me to raw you and put a fetus there?" Roger asked.

"Because-" he cuts you off.

"Wait!" he stumbled as he got up from the bed rushing to the bathroom and he walks back with a wet washcloth and cleans you up. He set down the washcloth on the table and laid back at your side, body facing yours.

"So the baby?"

"Roger, it's because I'm saying yes. Yes I will marry you."

He stayed still for a moment, in shock, lost for words, it was when he realized You said yes to his proposal last night he came back to the world. Roger kissed you passionately and about to go deeper when he stood up and whisphered "Where is that goddamn ring?" to himself. He walks towards the hatstand and he cupped his coat for the box and goes back a you and knelt at the side of the bed and put the ring in you.

"Just fits you perfectly love." He said and he kissed the diamond ring attached to your finger and pulls you up to stand with him. You shared kiss with Roger and pulls away after.

"Sex number two today?" He asked smirking at you as he carried your body and throw both of you on the bed.

"First sex after being engaged." You answered as you kissed him passionately and instantly transitioned to hungrily.

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[omgmarieux]

Red Chili Pepper // Roger Taylor x Reader

Note: just a short one, 'cause I want to imagine a blushing Roger. For warnings, there's love making but not detailed :)

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Roger had a dirty mind. Wherever he goes he just dives his hands on to whatever skin was available for him to touch. But you? You we're always even more horny and much teaser than he is. You would ride his band mates' jokes to tease him until he would turn into a red chili pepper, which you always find so funny and stunningly so hot.

One time you were fucking yourself to him and you had that sense that some people's ears are attached to the door dying to hear both of you. Of course you always liked entertaining these kind of people especially that you already know it was just Freddie, Brian, and John. You would even moan louder for them to hear how good is Roger making you feel, and funnily Roger would join your loud moans with his ungodly groans that could be even heard the following blocks away, exaggeration added. But little does he know, there are three pairs of ear pressed against the door just to listen to both of you having sex.

"Roger! God Roger! Harder!" It was sincere, every bit of it, you tell him things like prayer and he would obey you every single time, thinking that it was just you needing him more than you need anything.

And after you had sex with him in that—every bathroom, you would always compliment him: "Dammit love, you did so great! I love you so much." and you will start to kiss his temple, then his nose, then devouring his lips; or "That was the best sex I've ever had."—which you probably have said to him more than ten times. Every bit of experience as time passes through, of course there will be times that it gets much better.

You'd click your heels to the floor walking towards the exit of the bathroom, Roger following closely behind and finding the rest of your boys standing before you. They are grinning. They love doing it as much as you love fucking Roger.

"Seems steamy inside there huh." One of them would comment while five of you walks back to the table.

"Yeah. Roger was definitely the only god I wanted to pray and praise."

Roger would shake his head in disagreement and nervously laugh at you.

"You should've heard how loud I was moaning his name."

"Heard it enough love." Deaky would say and Roger's toes will silently curl inside his shoes and his grip on your thigh would tighten as a sign of embarrassment. You would laugh at every reaction he shows but soon will take each side of his cheek by your own two hands and press a firm kiss on his lips.

"Enough guys, my baby's cheeks are too hot to be touched, I think he's getting fever." The rest of you shares a laugh but followed quickly with your remark.

"Seriously guys, let's stop."

His hand continues to grip your thighs but it's a sign of a thank you from him and you just find him so cute and that is why such scenario did not only happened once, and each one follows a wicked punishment back home.

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[omgmarieux]

DEATH ON TWO LEGS // Roger Taylor x Reader // Two-Shot Story (1/2)

Part 1/2: Death on Two Legs

Part 2/2: Planting Gardens in Graves (title inspired by r.h. Sin)

Wordcount: 3.2k

Note: Originally the story is supposed to be a one shot entitled Planting Gardens in Graves which is the title of r.h. Sin's book. Was spacing out and had an imagination with its title.

Anyway, it's a two-shot story now, idk how'd it happenned, lol. And this is the part one.

One walks on the hallway of noise. Where people are never alone unless you have no friends. In your case, you never wanted to have friends. And another case, that one was definitely you, and only you.

After a couple of heart breaking relationships with too many people you've been with, you have stopped hoping to have an actual companion 24/7. Even friendships had crashed down harder than a landslide and you eroded towards sadness and loneliness that never left you alone. You should've cried like anyone else did, but you always thought of it as an act of being weak. And never did you found out that it helps to lessen the pain inside you. Even if you discover it today, it's already all too late.

The good side of having no friends or any sort that surrounds you is, actually none. You liked being positive but could not give justice to it, you relentlessly held on giving up, and that's the only thing you we're never tired of.

Too sad to notice the people around you, you sat on an empty high chair and wait for the professor. You're taking psychology and it's quite ironic when you think about relating it to your current situation.

"Excuse me sweetheart, but is this the Biochem class?"

You raised your eyes towards the masculine voice beside you and momentarily analyze him. You sighed and nodded ever so lightly and bring your gaze back to the table in front of you.

His eyes are blue as if it describes your whole existence.

You frowned with the comment of the voice from the back of your head.

His blond locks screams as if he's prettier than you.

That being said, he's too pretty, and is obviously a whore, in men's version.

Your eyes widened and you drop you head down to the table resting it on your folded arm before you and solely focused on preventing your mind to assume more of what the person beside you is.

"Hey are you alright?" you heard his voice and the clearness of the sound says his lips are only few inches away from your ear. You didn't bother on moving and you grunted in response. He did not bother you for minutes until he taps your shoulder to inform you that the professor had arrived. You did not gave him a single attention for the following moments and planning to leave the room as quickly as possible when the class come to halt, but the demand of your professor had ruined it minutes before you take an action. Grouping each students in pair, with their seat mate.

"I don't really need a group mate." You said to the guy as he offered you his hand to introduce himself. He took his hand back to his side.

"But I have no other seat mate, and you don't have as well. Do you think it's too selfish of yours to leave me alone?" He responded as he focused his gaze to your eyes.

"I can be alone, guess you can too." You shrugged and avoided his eyes.

"But—." He was cut off when you stood up, knowing that the class has ended and you're free to go. He got on his feet following you until outside of the room and held your wrist the moment you stepped out.

"I really need a group mate with this one." He said sounding like a beg. You took your wrist from him. You we're going to protest before he pleaded more.

"Please, please?"

With that beautiful face of yours, you could definitely find other students who would like to pair up with you, no doubts involved. Is what you would've said if he did not attempt to kneel before you. But you reacted too quickly to hold his arm before he slide down on his knees.

"Alright! Fine! Okay!" You said in defeat. He stood up straight, gained his coolness back and smiled widely at you.

"Knew you would cave!" He said brightly to you. You rolled your eyes at him.

"Not much of a talker then?" He asked as he walks along beside you. You didn't respond as an answer.

"By the way I'm Roger Taylor." He said once again and offered his hand to you.

"Y/N." You replied and did not took his hand so he drops it back to his side once again

"You're either too rude or just hate socializing." Roger said and you frowned.

"The latter." You said to him as you entered the ladies' restroom to avoid the conversation to be longer than you want.

Behind the door, Roger shrugged with a sigh and walked away.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, and your cheeks are visibly light red than usual. You sighed at the occurrence earlier. He's just a man that you'll be working with the lab practices. It's alright, don't make it such big deal. You comforted yourself. Soon you left the restroom to head towards the library to do research. Why do I need to study this for psychology again? You mentally asked yourself as you walk alone. You scanned through the bookshelves and gathering books that seems like could help with the lab activity. Your feet went directly to an empty study space to secure your personal space, but minutes after, Roger is at your side with another three people in front of you.

You frustratedly looked to his side and raised your eyebrow.

"What do you need Taylor?" You hissed at him. He raises his hands up at shake it in the air.

"We wanted to see you!" The guy from the left side of three long haired man squealed. The librarian shushed your group from behind and the guy from the left lowered his head down as if it helps him to lower his voice as well.

"Yes Roger told us about your mystery behavior—" the guy from the middle said but was cut off by you. You faced Roger again and attempting to give him the most impossible eyebrow raise to intimidate him.

"As far as I remember, Roger, we spoke to each other 5 minutes ago and you already told your friends about your 'groupmate'—in which you begged me to do, and this," you paused for a moment to gesture towards his friends and continued, "looks like I need a validation in whether I'll be alright to be your groupmate."

"Slow down honey. I never expected you to speak that much." Roger replied to you emphasizing "that much" exaggeratedly. You glared at him.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just you're very interesting!" He said, louder than he expected resulting to another shush from the librarian. He as well did the same action like the guy from the left did, bowed his head towards the table.

"This is Freddie, then Tim. And that is Brian." Roger introduced his friends from the left to right. You gave them a small smile and turn your attention back to Roger.

"So what do you need Roger?" and you were replied with Freddie's "It's actually us that needs you darling." You tried to not look irritated at the boys and nodded for him to continue.

"Wanted to see why Roger was so curious at you." Fred said and was instantly followed with "And not validation to be his groupmate, seeing how responsible of you going to the library this soon." in which Brian said. Tim nodded along with their explanation.

"I don't really have time for this kind of bullshit." You said standing up and picking the books with you to bring them home instead.

Roger ran after you, apologizing and looking very guilty and embarrassed.

"See you tomorrow Roger." Is what you answered him without even looking.

You have lost your focus on your books as soon you tried to read at home. Your mind drifted to Roger and you admit to yourself, he is attractive as much as he is annoying, and frustrating. Sounds like the type of guy who would kiss and tell. Talks too much, and is overconfident. In which you really mind too much than necessary.

The moment you arrived at the laboratory the next day, your eyes looked around for a bit of Roger but you did not found him. You sighed as you walked towards an empty space and sat on a stool and securing one beside you for Roger. You mentally prepared yourself for another socializing for today. The professor already came and Roger is still not around. You rolled your eyes in your mind not wanting to grab weird glances. Well in the first place, you could do it without Roger.

You wore your lab coat and your gloves and your safety goggles. You paid attention to your professor speaking until there was a slight movement, and you caught a sneaking Roger sit beside you. He quickly wore his lab coat, goggles and gloves as he swing his stool's direction towards your side. "Sorry I'm late." He silently said . You shrugged to him, not taking your eyes off the professor. You only looked to Roger when the professor had gave you the go signal to proceed on following the steps on your textbook.

"Have you ever used one of this?" You asked Roger as you set the volume of the pipet.

"Nope." He answered as he focused his attention on the thing that's on your hand.

"Well for a little lesson for you, you have to set its volume first with this knob," you said. "Also will you hand me the disposable tip there?" You requested and he obliged.

"Then you attach this. Depress the plunger then immerse the tip in the sample." You narrated every single thing you did as Roger closely watched you, and taking mental notes in his head.

"How'd you know all of that?" He asked. You hummed momentarily and finished immersing from the sample before answering him.

"Book said it. Do you ever read?" You answered with question in return as if completely allowing yourself to fall in the conversation you never wanted to have, but you're having it now. He took the book and read few lines.

"Oh yeah there they are. Thought you just know everything." He answered as he placed the book down and you frowned at him.

"Well then, Roger the useless groupmate, you can finish this off." You said handling him the pipet and pushing the weighboat in front of him. He took it from you and read a few from the book once again and perfectly aced the procedure on the book. You stared at his hands doing the work in awe.

You were recording the datas and commenting about the results of the activity as Roger follows the procedure. Once you finished it, you helped him clean your area and properly disposing your wastes.

"You're not that bad as a groupmate." He said as you cleaned the last spot and he removed his gloves and goggles. You dismissed his remark and get on with cleaning yourself as well.

He took the analysis to pass it to the prof and followed you closely behind.

"Do you really hate socializing that much?" Roger asked as he moves beside you and synchronized his walking with you. You sighed and stopped to face him.

"Roger, we're not friends. I don't like having friends, don't like keeping one and don't like interacting to have one. There are plenty of other people that surrounds you, and probably wants your attention, and you should give that to them instead to me. The relationship we only have is classmates, which is limited inside the laboratory room at that particular Biochemistry subject. So don't waste your time on me." You said and before he could reply, your eyes found the restroom and quickly entered to leave him, once again. On the other side, there's a standing Roger, frowning to himself, heart aching with your little speech. Little does he know, you are a walking dead. Alive but feeling quite dead. Or more, not quite feeling anything.

You never stopped attending biochemistry. Everyday you have to deal with constant fear of bumping into Roger and not being able to hold yourself back from hurting him more. You were heartless but you're not a bitch.

Fortunately to you, his absent is more constant and it's almost a week since you last saw him. You are left alone with the laboratory practices, which you didn't mind but you realized that work is easier when he's around.

Alone, your days were only spent going to university and back to your dorm walking. Nothing ever happens, as if you ever dream on anything that makes your life more interesting. The moment you've thought of it, came Roger into your sight. Walking towards you. You, as usual did not react though you felt something incredibly weird, something that tickles your stomach, and made your throat dry. You weren't going to say hi to him, but you considered. Only lost the consideration when he walked past you heading towards another person and did not acknowledge your presence crossing his path. Well you were never friends with him in the first place.

Your last subject today was biochemistry and seeing that you have seen him in this noisy hallway, you can guarantee yourself seeing him inside the room, and much worse do an experiment with you. You headed towards the laboratory and sat down on your usual spot, where Roger was already set on his chair. He was reading the class' textbook while occasionally scribble texts on his notebook which you recognize was not a biochem related, more like a poetry.

"What you starin' at?" Roger spoke suddenly and you froze on your seat. You looked away, any directions far from him that even your peripheral vision could not catch a single shape of him. He had enough. He stopped whatever he was doing and swing your chair to face him.

"So partner that I'm only allowed to speak inside this laboratory room and specifically only in this subject—" he stopped momentarily when you glared at him. "What did I miss?" He asked as if it's okay to go full mia for that long.

"Basically half of the term." You mocked him and he gasped in response.

"No way doll, I don't think so." He said as he chuckled to himself, letting him swing sideways with his stool.

"A lot." You said and you swing your stool to change direction, to avoid his direction.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave you in this shit hole alone. How did you do on the lab experiments?" He asked in concern.

"No need to be. I told you before I could handle this experiments without a partner. But don't worry 'bout your grades. I think I included your name to every experiments I did alone." You replied dry.

"You didn't have to do that!" He said surprised. You sighed at him.

"I already did." You replied plain then rolled your eyes at him.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" He said non stop.

You did not try to return any sort of answer that lead you both to shut up the whole class as you followed closely the book's procedure and occasionally taking Roger's not really needed help.

The class had finished and he stood up even before anyone else and stormed off. You were glad because being tense with someone is not your favourite.

Roger had realized it. You are independent, and doesn't need help from anyone. Doesn't need communication unlike how much he needed it. Doesn't need anyone unlike how he craves one. As if you were dead, he never looked at you, talked to you, or approached you when you're outside the class that you share. But when you're both there, he never shuts his mouth and just blab about everything to you. He'd sometimes call you death on two legs like this time.

"Hey Y/N!" He called you as he sat on his stool, already in his lab coat. You shoot him a look that asks what does he need again.

"I am thinking about getting things a little to level up." You rolled your eyes. He mentioned that line a lot that you already know what you will hear next. "Like we should discuss the last lesson to a café!" He said. You never agreed everytime he would bring it up but it was needed today because the last lab experiment is tomorrow and it is the half of final exam so both of you need to prepare for it and master each and every procedure, especially that the professor do not allow any manual this time.

You and Roger went to bunch of cafés but all of them are occupied and you ended up in your dorm. You just prepared a tea to his liking and went over the procedures to be familiarized but ending up to memorize the whole thing.

As soon as you finished studying with Roger you let him to be comfortable in the house for a little and let him talk and ask you questions.

"Y/N why are you like that?" He asked and you raised an eyebrow at him.

"You're like a walking dead. Alive but dead. Death on two legs." He said and he brings his arm on your shoulders and you flinched.

"Please put your arm off me." You warned and he quickly took it off.

"Y/N, something serious. I really really like you." He said staring at your eyes. You stood up from the couch and walked towards your door.

"Get out." You commanded him, he followed but never passing the doorframe.

"It's simple being close to anyone. Let yourself loose. What's wrong with it? What's wrong with you?" He asked, but in pure concern but it certainly made you shake in anger and distaste.

"What's wrong with that? You were nothing but a pure distraction! All the time! You showed too much care, too much that could drag my walls down and I can't let that happen! I stopped believing in all of these bullshits, and please don't dare try to change it." You screamed firmly at him. He had his forehead crumpled into lines as he stares back at you. You pushed his chest pass the door and attempted to close it.

"But—I'm serious Y/N. I really do like you." He said almost as if to himself. His voice was too low and you could hear only a bit of it. Somewhere between like and you.

"No Roger. It's probably infatuation. Leave me alone." You said attempting to shut the door. He held on it as tightly as possible.

"Please Y/N. Take a risk, give me a chance. I won't fail you." Roger said, eyes pleading you. Those eyes were far from the first pleading he did the first time you met each other. This one seems very eager to do anything for you, well except leaving you.

"Roger, I'm sorry. I've taken too many risk. Being your partner in laboratory was a risk. Talking to you is a risk. Taking you here was apparently a risk and nothing came good out of it. I can't do much of it anymore." You said and you grab all the opportunity to close the door when his grip on it loosened. As soon as you locked it, you pressed your back on it and slides down the floor, your knees folding as you bring your face to it. Such a stupid idea getting involved with him in the first place.

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Tag: @rtyler19 i am so thrilled to tag the first ever user to my writing!

And to anyone who read it, thank you so much!

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[omgmarieux]

Wish I had met you sooner// Au!Roger Taylor x(not so totally) Reader

Summary:

You met Roger too late, and you wish one kiss would solve it all.

Warning:

guess she cheated or what?

Also 1 swear.

1.4K words only

"And if you ever take time to read this, thanks lovelies!"

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　enjoy reading?　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Roger had just entered college. Still new to the stuffs that elder teenagers do around.

One time as he was walking on the open grounds, he noticed a woman standing, smiling at the camera while a man kisses his jaw. The woman was so stunning, had such a gorgeous hair and sweet smile. Even her taste in fashion is phenomenal to Roger.

You had pushed Tim, your boyfriend, off you and took the polaroid that had developed. You momentarily waited for the photo to appear clearly, and there shows a picture of you and your boyfriend kissing you jaw. It was for him to keep as you decided to give it to him as a gift for your two-year anniversary. You took a marker out of your bag and wrote "I love you" and signed the polaroid and handed it to him. You smiled sweetly at your boyfriend.

"Don't let anyone see that." You told him. You're having a hard time trying to keep your affection with each other, but you do try hard because your family is Christian. He nodded and kissed your cheeks before carefully hiding the polaroid in his wallet. The moment you two turned to leave the grounds, Roger snapped back into reality as he realized he was completely enamored with you. He walks right to his next class, sitting next to Brian, which is the only friend he had acquired for the moment.

"Do you know everyone here?" Roger asked Brian, hoping that he knows you.

"That's kind of impossible, but I'm quite familiar with many faces here." He answered as he scribbled words on his notebook. He hummed to him in reply and the conversation ended.

That afternoon, Roger was walking back to his shared apartment when he stumbled upon Brian talking to you and Tim few meters away. He was quite shocked to know that you knew Brian. And now that Roger found that out, he know he had a straight chance to finally talking to you, or maybe the chance to ask you out, or being plain friends with you.

He had thought about you the whole week, planning how could he get your path to cross his. It kept him distracted from studying and Brian had noticed it when he attends the class he takes with him.

"You seem preoccupied Rog." Brian called out Roger. He just nodded to him.

"Yeah, can't seem to get some things off my mind lately." Roger replied, absentmindedly fidgeting with his pen.

"You know my band's playing later at the auditorium later at six. Maybe you should come by, say hi to my friends or so." Brian offered and Roger was stunned. It didn't take too long for him to pop the question that had been circulating in his mind.

"Who's friends?" Please let it be her! He silently wished.

"Well, really few. You could meet them there, if you want." He didn't even answered Roger's question.

"Do they study here as well?" He curiously asked as all of his attention are focused on Brian.

"You seem excited." Brian laughed, "Yeah, they're around the campus." He continued.

"Mh'kay, think I'm going." Roger tried to answer as casual as possible and not letting his excitement to spill out.

After all his class ended he went straightly back to his flat to change, at least trying to look fashionable to draw your attention to him. And he was there at the auditorium before six. He was looking for you, glancing at each direction trying to find you but instead he saw Brian, which is not a bad thing either.

Roger walk towards Brian to greet him, and in an instant, his friends walked over as well and Roger finally saw you. At least few feet away, he's even more fascinated with how you look.

"Roger, this is Tim. He's the vocals and bassist of the band. His girlfriend, Y/N. And," he turned around to look for someone. "Yeah the drummer's missing again." Brian said chuckling at himself.

"And guys, this is Roger." You nodded at Roger and he did back. Tim mumbled something at your ear you couldn't quite heard and you just shrugged.

"Can you find a seat for yourselves?" Tim asked again.

"Yeah think so. The place isn't really too packed." You answered.

"Alright see you after." Tim said pecking your cheeks before Brian and him jogged off to the backstage.

You returned your attention to Roger. "So you're Roger?" You asked smiling at him. Roger smiled back at you.

"Yeah I am." He answered awkwardly as he followed you to the empty seats.

"Brian had mention you at least once, as far as I could remember. And he said you're taking Biology?" You asked more, trying to lighten up the mood, but Roger was not comfortable. His heart was pounding too loudly in his chest and he thought you could hear it.

"Yup." He answered. Roger sat down beside you and you made sure you save three seats for the rest of the guys in the band for later.

"So, what are the other words you know beside the ones that are synonymical to 'yes'?" You asked and lightly laughed. Roger's face went red, and there's really no way of turning them back to normal when you said that to him.

"Oh boy, I was just kidding." You said instantly when he didn't respond. He flinched momentarily when you touched his shoulder until you started to shake him.

"Loosen up Roger! I don't bite." You said.

"I'm sorry." He apologized the same time people started clapping. You glanced up the stage and saw your boys waking towards their instruments.

"Do you know why are they playing tonight?" You asked Roger. He replied no and you started explaining to him.

"This event is actually a competition for the bands here in uni." And you talked more. Roger's eyes never left yours as you continued babbling about it. He was falling for you even more when he hears your voice. It sounded like an angel talking to him.

"So that's it. Hope they win though. They'd get much more audience, and maybe get recognized." You said to him. You frowned at him when he did not respond to anything you have said. You have literally spoke about how the band started and how did they end up 'til today and he was just staring at you. That's when you noticed his blue eyes that you'd probably have fallen into easily except there was a loud bang from the drummer that startled both of you.

"Fuck!" You and Roger uttered in surprise and both of you laughed from it.

"Sorry!" You said while still laughing and wiping few tears beside your eye.

"That's alright." He said laughing as well.

At that moment, Roger finally calms down and fully enjoyed your company, but unfortunately to Roger, sooner the band came over and sat down on their seats and your boyfriend steals back all the attention you've given Roger.

You have shared occasional glances and half smiles with Roger throughout the whole event. You'd lose your focus on Tim, and just looking at Roger's side more often.

Soon you heard the speaker announced the winner, and your boy's band had been called out. You were clapping so hard and were very proud of them as they walked back towards the stage, ready to take their trophy and play once last song. Which to Roger, had rewarded himself with enough time to enjoy your alone presence with him.

You'd move over to his side and grabbed his arm and ask him to dance with you, which he complies so easily. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you swayed your hips with him, trying to leave enough space between you two.

"You know Roger, you're fun." You said when the band had finished their song and a few meters away being back at both of you. Still haven't releasing your arms to Roger's neck, you bring you face closer to him and plant a soft kiss in his lips.

"Wish I had met you sooner though." You said after and pull yourself out of him and ready to welcome your boys back, hoping no one noticed your action earlier.

You hugged Tim and congratulates him and the rest of the band and said your goodbyes dragging Tim away from the group. You knew what you did was wrong but you couldn't stop admiring Roger the moment you had notice him staring at you and Tim taking a picture when you were in the open ground, much for being unfortunate, you met him too late.

And Roger? He was totally stunned and as much as he wants to swallow what had happened, he couldn't decipher whether it was only his imagination or not. Despite of the confusion, the occurrence unendingly flashed behind his mind the whole night and still quite feeling the softness of your lips in his.

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[omgmarieux]

PLANTING GARDENS IN GRAVES // Roger Taylor x Reader // Two-Shot Story (2/2)

Part ½: Death on Two Legs

Part 2/2: Planting Gardens in Graves (title inspired by r.h. Sin)

Wordcount: 4k

About the Title: The title is inspired by a book called “Planting Gardens in Graves” by r.h. Sin, but not really related to the contents of the poetry book itself. So yeah, not my title lovies.

Note: This took so long, very sorry. I’m debating with myself whether which is better way to start this part between my two drafts (for a whole week, yes). Anyway, enjoy and thanks for reading! (also I accidentally posted this earlier and boy I’m really sorry about that)

Every single hour, Roger seems to cross your mind. Even if you have distracted yourself from memorizing the procedure more, hell you can dictate it while sleeping, he still somehow manage to slip in.

‘Like? Like me? That’s a weird combination of words, especially that it’s for me.’ You said to yourself.

The laboratory practice had ended and you had finished it with flying colours. No mistakes or troubles, heck you did memorize the procedures by heart, of course you’re going to ace it with Roger. But he seems like acing everything he likes.

Since then, he started walking you back to your dorm. You never really agreed to this with him, but it always seems too late to speak about it when he’s already out there, waiting for you. Most of the time he waits outside your last class if it weren’t Biochemistry—for god knows how he found that out. Then he’ll offer to walk you home, you would say no, he don’t need to do it and you don’t want him around yet he still follows you behind; catching up to your side and talking to you absentmindedly about his day or something he is annoyed about. You rarely spoke back; it didn’t seem to be important.

“Roger, you can just leave me alone.” You said to him as soon as you saw him standing before the door of the room.

“I don’t want to.” He replied pressing hard onto the two t’s between want and to.

“You don’t need to walk me home Roger. I’m a grown up. It’s not like you’re my father.” You said as rolled your eyes at him.

“But I want to.” He replied like a whine later on. You would walk faster to reach your home to avoid further discussions with him. With everyday you walk with him, you should be comfortable with his presence but the more time you spend with him it looks like you grew an uncontrollable discomfort towards him. It’s not that you hated him, it’s just your socializing issues.

And then starts another habit of him; waiting outside your dorm early in the morning, with breakfast on a paper bag and he would give it you once you open the entrance door.

“No thanks, Roger. I already ate.” You answered him and his disappointment is plastered in his face the whole way to university. Although some days, he would offer a cup of coffee to you but you hold your hands up to refuse, and that leaves him with a full two cup of coffees to fuel himself for the whole day. He ended up having palpitations and feeling nauseous after so he never bothered to try bring a coffee once again.

Some mornings; since he discovered you don’t skip breakfast, he would bring flower instead. One stem of rose each day, or a daisy, or if he’s feeling different he would also bring sunflowers. It depends on his mood, but you’d shake your head no to him.

“Roger first of all, this is a waste.” You said after you reached for the flower. “Second, I don’t like or want it. But thank you anyways.” You’ll continue and then he would walk beside you with a wide smile as if he had won a lottery, no, as if he had found the love of his life to spend the rest of his life with. He would try to repeat it as it makes him happy whenever you acknowledge him, or simply thank him. It wasn’t annoying, but sure it was disturbing to you. You hated attention and that’s all you’ve been receiving from Roger.

As soon as finals week began, you told Roger to at least not walk you home. Less distractions for you and more focus on your academics, or just to have a valid excuse to avoid his presence. He agreed with that considering it is very important to you.

He asks few questions in the morning, trying to simulate your brain for the exam. You’d answer him and he’s glad with that kind if interaction, rather content with it. It inspires him for the whole day.

In laboratory written examination, laboratory partners are separated so he is across the room and it gave you enough focus and it kept Roger from being distracted with your presence. To be honest, it’s not a problem if Roger had stopped walking to after your classes but it did bother you. You become used to being his side every afternoon, walking back home, but when that thought crossed your mind, you thought that you’re being selfish. Giving him small hopes for your affection. Eventually, you thought that maybe if you persuade him to not fetch you in the morning, he would stop walking with you and fully giving up. You considered that.

In Roger’s side, summer is around the corner and he solely focused on his band whilst still tries to get your attention. He popped his head once in your few last classes one afternoon. “Hi Y/N!” He greets you cheerfully. And planning to ask you out to go on their band rehearsal.

“Hey.”

“I can’t walk you home today. I’m really sorry.” He apologized and you frowned.

“You didn’t need to walk me home anytime Roger. You don’t need to apologize for that.” You replied.

“Uh, but I want to.” He stuttered. “You think you want to join me and my friends rehearse?” You politely decline his offer and went home alone that day. He was indeed disappointed but he knew there was no chance of you actually going. But he didn’t think that a little hope would disappoint him this much. Needless to say, he was very hurt.

Summer came, there’s no interaction between you and Roger. It gave you time to peacefully think and enjoy your alone time but in the mid-summer, you felt lonely. Realization hit you. How you felt lonely for years before Roger pestered you. How he made you feel happy and appreciated during the times you were with him. But you can’t use him for your happiness, can you? It would be unfair to him.

You were walking in the grocery store, grabbing few snacks to survive the week. It was boring. All you did was read books and you felt extremely lonely so you tried going out for a while. Food shopping seems to be the best solution so you did went to the grocery.

“Hey death on two legs!” You turned around to the familiar voice. It was the one with the black long hair, rather the guy from the left.

“Oh hi.” You respond awkwardly with the nickname.

“Roger had never shut up about you since he met you. He speaks about you 24-7! It’s much worse, he’s my roommate!” He exclaimed but a bit of a joke sounding.

“Oh. I’m sorry then.”

“Oh no darling, it’s alright! I just want to tell you how much he likes you and how much he misses you right now that twenty four hours each day is not enough for him to babble things about you.” You blushed at his remark. You were the next on in the line. The cashier had called you out and you walked directly to the cashier.

“Darling, if you don’t mind can you please give me your number so I could pass it to Rog?” He asked and handed you a small note and pen. You half smiled and took it to write your number down.

“Thanks Y/N!” He said as he got it back.

“No problem…” You were half embarrassed to yourself that you forgot his name, but glad that he didn’t seem to notice it. Frank? Ferdie?

Hours later when you got home, the telephone rang. You hesitated on answering it, fully sure that Roger’s probably the one who’s calling. You reached for the phone and brought it to your ears.

“Hi Y/N!” That voice you heard wasn’t Roger’s; it was the one you met at the grocery store. You were hit with disappointment like a wave. As if he sensed it on the other line, “Sorry for disappointing you honey, but Roger is being a bitch, so I decided to not give him your number.” He spoke an you chuckled lightly as you heard a groan behind the call. Roger did not believe that Freddie got your number; you were not the one who would give that easily. So the moment Freddie speaks through the phone, he thought he was just pretending.

“But I think you’d rather come by instead.” He said and he dictated their address. You wrote it on a piece of paper behind your telephone thinking that maybe it would come in handy. “So that’s all darling! Hope you have a good day!” He said then he drops the line.

‘I must have seriously missed that jerk and considering that you kept the note.’ You thought to yourself. But it will take all your pride to actually show up in their doorstep. With reason or none.

It was hot, you were sweating and you hated this kind of weather. You opened your windows and not-too-chill wind entered your dorm. It’s tolerable at least. You stepped towards your kitchen and prepared a breakfast, rather an early lunch for you. And of course, a tea. Soon you found yourself on your couch again, for almost every day, this couch is your only companion. Hell, summer is going to end soon and you didn’t even do anything ‘fun’. You laughed at the sound of fun inside your head. You haven’t had that since years ago or did you had a little of them with Roger’s presence. Did you?

Few weeks to go before a new term begins. Maybe I could go back to my parent’s home? Visit for few days? You laughed at yourself with the thought again. And then what? See my old friends with their eyes dropping on me screaming “pathetic.” I guess no. You sighed realizing how really pathetic you are right now.

You looked over the clock hanging on your wall. Not even a minute had passed since you sat. Should I visit Roger? I’m really really really bored. You stood up and went to the bathroom to get ready. The whole time, you heart was racing fast. What ifs danced behind your mind.

What if he’s not home? What if he’s busy? What if he has another visitor? Or maybe he’s not interested in you anymore. If he was then maybe he would have at least showed his ass there even for once for the previous weeks. You were in the middle of wearing your clothes when you stop. Pity you. Lonely again, lonely forever.

As you finished dressing up, you sat on the edge of your bed, having second thoughts about going to Roger’s. Maybe you shouldn’t because you might bother him. But soon after debating with yourself, you gave up on your over thinking session and picked up your purse to hurry outside.

There are plenty of places to go when you’re bored; like library, coffee shops, parks, boutiques, and more. But for a person like you, you always opted for peace, which distracts you from your chaotic mind, a little. A bookstore or library is good for more moments of silence, as if you never had enough of them. So your feet brought you to the nearest bookstore. You scanned the shelves looking for interesting titles or covers. They say “do not judge the book by its cover”, yet you are here doing it. After an hour of constant gliding of your fingers to the spine of each books, ou gave up looking for one and just went to the cashier to buy a newspaper and left. Bookstore made you even more frustrated; nothing to buy, and nothing to turn your attention into.

Your feet started walking and it take wherever in the city but when you came across to a music store, you stopped on your tracks and entered it. You went straight to classics. Pianos. You needed some to calm your chaotic mind. You chose a record of Chopin and another random one before heading to the cashier to pay.

Just before you passed the records to the man behind the counter, a hand landed on your shoulder startled you.

“Sorry Y/N!” The man said instantly and chuckled. The voice of a man that made your mind a mess.

“Oh, hi Roger.” You said and you properly passed the record to the cashier. Roger was amused with your greeting. He wasn’t expecting a nice and welcoming sound from you.

“Hey Y/N, what are you up to?” He asked and you pouted directly to the record that’s being wrapped.

“Chopin? Really?” He asked and you moved your gaze at him and glared. “Sorry it’s just that… that’s your type of music?” He asked again.

“Yes.” You muttered. Because you are noisy inside my mind.

“And you? Beetles?” You asked in rude way and raised your eyebrow at him.

“Uhh, yeah.”

“See? The kind of uncomfortableness you feel when someone indirectly criticizes your choice of music.” You replied as he too paid for his record.

“So sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting you to have that taste.” He nervously laughed. “What are you doing after?”

“Getting a coffee.” You said. A coffee?! You didn’t even plan on getting a fucking coffee! Your mind went south. Did I sound like I’m inviting him to come? Was that too needy?

“Can I come?” He asked, looking somewhat desperate and you stopped yourself from panicking then a small smile formed in your lips.

“Yeah no problem.” You replied as both of you left the store and stroll to find a café.

On the counter, you insisted to pay for Roger’s coffee too. “It’s just because you have maybe spent too much before for those flowers and morning snacks.” You reasoned out.

“You don’t owe me anything. It’s really alright.” He replied as he tries to shove his money to the cashier but you’re holding his arm to prevent it. You gave an apologetic look to the cashier before turning your eyes back to Roger.

“But I want to. I stopped you before but you didn’t, so let me, please?” You gave him your puppy eyes that were never used ever since and he was instantly stunned. He wished that it would last forever. And you took that opportunity to pay for the bill. You gave a cheeky smile at him and led him to an empty seat.

“Oh no you’re doing too many things today, you are freaking me out.” Roger said as he sat in front of you.

“What?”

“You doing that eyes thing, and you smiling. Too many improvements today, I love it!” He said to you and your forehead crinkled. You realized that you’re having too much fun today. Oh there’s the word again. Is this really the effect of his presence to me? How much did he actually change in you? Your mind was once again clouded with thoughts. You snapped back in reality when the waitress served your coffees on your table. Although it made your forehead fold when he gave Roger a knowing glance. Okay, was that jealousy? You thought to yourself.

“Excuse me.” You said as you stood up heading to the restroom’s direction, you talking to yourself in the back of your mind. What the hell we’re you thinking? So what if the waitress is flirting with the man you’re with? You’re not even on a date. You sighed to your reflection in the mirror. Here we go again, the pathetic moments in you. You walked back to your table with Roger. It was full of silence, it was awkward to you, but it was comfortable to him.

“Rog I want to go home. Thank you for the time.” You said standing up.

“We didn’t even talked.” He said frowning.

“Ah, yeah sorry, maybe next time?” Your mind was panicking as you pick your cup and your belongings and quickly exit the café. Roger did not catch up behind, you were walking—no, running too fast.

That day, your mind drifted back to Roger once again during the night. You had let yourself do some ‘accepting or rejecting’ with all what happened and as when you were all set up to get to sleep, your brain screams Roger and there you couldn’t fall asleep.

You decided to write. Write your feelings instead. Maybe it will help you get some things off your mind.

Hi Roger. I like you. Then you crumpled the paper and threw it to the trash. And since that, you started asking yourself questions, more likely shouting those questions to yourself in exasperatedly manner.

“What’s the perfect first line?”

“Why are you thinking like you’re going to give this to him?”

You stopped yourself there. If writing your feelings about Roger would help ease your clouded mind? Will it help to silence your heart if you send this to him?

You started writing again.

Roger, I don’t know what you do to me. You crumpled and three it again.

“What the hell! Why is this so hard?” You screamed to yourself. And you sighed. Roger Taylor your serious effect on me is killing every inch of me.

Again.

You put your mind aside and let your heart talk. If you want to really have peace with this the letter should come from your stupid heart, in that way it would be sincere. Your mind will regret it later, but your heart wont.

Soon after you finished the letter, you folded it in half and insert it in the envelope; then sealed it with a wax seal. You addressed the envelope to Roger’s name and took the paper containing their address.

You stood from your chair and grab your coat. You glanced on your wristwatch. 10 pm. It’s definitely okay to walk around this late. You comforted yourself, though your heart raced again from nervousness about walking alone this late at night, and of course the letter itself.

You stepped outside and mumbles their street in your head countless of times. You know that street; just few blocks away. It took you full ten minutes to find their apartment; a three storey house. You slipped the envelope on their mail and walked back home. Your heart still racing as fast as before until you fell asleep on your bed.

Dear Roger,

I wanted to say I had so much fun spending time with you.

I’ve never actually felt this since a really long time and if I’m being honest, I disliked your eagerness but in the end it’s one thing about you that I admire the most. You never give up, and it’s a really good personality when you’re pursuing someone.

During those days you pick me up in the morning, or babble random topics in class, and walk me back home, I don’t like you then but I’m alright with your presence. I found myself longing for that when summer came, when I almost never saw you again.

You never really came in the best time; you caught me at really bad, dark, and lonely moments of my life; to the point where I would consider myself dead, not literally, but since you called me death on two legs, I guess you get it.

You planted gardens in this grave you know? You never left pieces of you because in the end, each and every of them would grow. You planted happiness in my lonely life, and instead to move on from it, I started looking and accepting it. I have never ever felt complete once again, and it only shows when I am with you.

Thanks to those lonely summers without you, I’ve come to realized this.

Love, Y/N

Roger stood up from the dining chair and bumps on the dining table that caused to spill Freddie’s tea.

“Roger! What are you doing?” Freddie hissed.

“It’s Y/N!” He said as he waves the paper in the air with excitement.

“What?”

“A letter from Y/N!” He screamed again, happiness is overflowing in his whole body.

“If that’s a confession then I would be happy for you. If not, shut up please.”

“IT IS!” Roger shouted then and Freddie stood up quickly to jump with Roger.

“How did this thing get here?” Roger wondered out loudly and stopped on this feet. “If this is a prank Fred, I’m going to kill you.” He said nervously and stares up to Freddie.

“No! I told Y/N our address, remember?” He replied cheekily.

“What!?”

“It’s was Y/N’s number I dialed before. No lies darling!” He replied.

“Oh shit!”

“Now go off and get your princess there!” Freddie said as he waves his hand shoving Roger off.

“Yes yes yes I will!” Roger ran. He made it to the door of your dorm in less than ten minutes, in which a normal pace could get you there from his apartment. He knocked or more like banged your door. He was thrilled, excited, if they say butterflies are in your stomach, hell the wings felt like there were angels instead. But ten minutes of knocking, still you weren’t out.

He overthought about the situation. Analyzed what happened. If he were just imagining things. But he glanced down on the paper he’s holding, there lies your confession. He was scared for the moment. What if you confessed your feelings because you were leaving? You’re never the one to tell someone your feelings that easy. What if you planned on confessing right before you’d leave? But why would she leave? Roger thought. But all of it was pushed aside when he hears footsteps towards him and he quickly looked where the sound came from. It was you; an eyebrow is raised to the sight of Roger, and his visible sweat in his shiny face.

“What are you doing here?” You asked and your eyes fell to his hands where his fingers clutch the paper in him. Your lips formed a small smile and looks back at him.

“This… uh…” Roger stuttered as he lightly backed away from the door and you unlocked it.

“Come inside?” You asked when the door opened. He nodded and steps inside as quickly as possible as if you’d shut it close before he could get inside. You chuckled at his actions.

“I-Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“Is this all true?” He asked as he raise and waves the paper to you. You focused your vision to the paper and frowned.

“What’s that?” You asked as you bit your lower lip stopping yourself from smiling.

“Oh, was this not you?” He asked and he sounded so disappointed; very disappointed.

“Oh yeah, it was my heart.” You replied and started to walk towards your room. He stumbles as he follows behind you.

“What really?” and his mood changes instantly. His voice sounded squeaky and his legs felt like a jelly. “Can I hug you?” He asked when he held your wrist to stop you.

“Yeah?” He pulled you and engulfed you with a hug.

“I can’t believe this.” He whispered. “This doesn’t seem to be enough.” He added and you felt his lips grazing your ear.

“I know what you want.” You replied chuckling.

“Hmm yeah? Can I?” He asked lightly pulling his face away to look at you.

“No.” You said and laughed. He nuzzles his face on your shoulder.

“Damn it.” You laughed more. “But really? Planting gardens in graves? Funny metaphor. But I like it.”

“You do?”

“Yes. What have I planted in you besides happiness?” He asked, hands never leaving your body.

“Love.” You replied and smile.

“You sure you don’t want to kiss me? Because I’m hella sure this is where the part we need to do so.” He reassured and you laughed at him.

“I’m sure you could plant various of things to me—” you stopped when he snorted and started laughing. You hit his chest when you realized what he was thinking about. “But I would appreciate if we go slow. Let them grow before planting a new one.” You said and you held him closer to you. “And I think hug is enough for now.”

Roger did not complain. In fact, he’s already contented finally having you to him, no matter how very slow paced everything your relationship with him.

Tag: @rtyler19 @rogxrtaylxr —if I’m honest, I’m still thrilled with tagging omg, Lmao thanks!! (sorry for second tag? I accidentally posted this earlier but I wanna keep my words.)

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[omgmarieux]

A Kind of Date with Roger Taylor (imagines)

I always think about how would dating Roger be like.

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[omgmarieux]

Nothing // Roger Taylor x Reader

Details:

You and Roger has been friends ever since, too close that people would assume that you're together. Both of you talked about it a lot, testing each other's feeling in any way to found out if there's a possibility that you two could stay together as more than friends relationshionship, but the more tests you two tried, the more you both realize that there's really no feelings for each other and the intention of your relationship with Roger stays as pure friendship. But how will both of you will stop the questions that you've both been recieving and stop the assumptions people keep pushing into both of you?

Hey:

1.) I'm sad so I'm wrote a tepid one shot. And I wrote it at 4 am earlier today just so I could fall asleep.

2.) I have no audience in my notes so I'm posting this here

3.) Bite me if you think it's bad lol

4.) I'm gonna abandon tumblr for few hours bc I'm embarrassed with uploading this, uggh see ü l8r

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As best of friends, you and Roger lives together. It's been so many years that you're both staying under one roof and people would start assuming that you and Roger are more than friends. Both of you laugh everytime when either of you are questioned about an intimate relationship with each other, but you both always shrug it off your shoulders and just continue your businesses.

You were having a lunch with Roger at this diner and talking about random topics until one of you brought up feelings.

"Y/N, do you think they're right at there's a possibility that we could end up together?"

You looked at him with full disgust in your face and say, "We already ended up together, we're actually living in the same flat for years!" Rolling your eyes onto him.

"No! I mean romantically!" He whined and you laughed at him.

"I don't think so, unless we both catch feelings for each other. Do you know the three minutes stare?" You asked Roger.

"Three minutes stare? As in when you stare at each other for that long you'll fall in love?" You nodded at him.

"We should try that." You said biting your lips.

"Okay." He glances at his watch, "the long arm is in 47," he said as both of you stare at each others' eyes. Trying to blink as few as possible, and trying to be serious in any way.

1 minute.

Your eyes are tired from staring Roger. No matter how long both of you study each other's eyes, there was just no spark between you two.

2 minutes.

They can sense each other wanting to stop the staring. But this test only helps them figure out if there's actually a chance of them ending up together, romantically.

3 minutes.

Roger looked down on his watch, and the long arm was already at 50 and seconds are passed at 12. Both of you were distracted by the sound of Feddie's voice who's Brian and John behind him.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Freddie said as he sat down beside you, John followed and Brian sat beside Roger, in the opposite of your table.

"Staring contest." You said. You laughed in unison with Roger.

"That's intense. What for?" Brian hitched in.

"To test if we'll fall in love by staring." You answered. Roger just shrugged to it.

The three groan at you and Roger.

"As much as I don't really need the results, I'm half curious about what you two felt." Freddie said.

"Nothing." You and Roger said. John shooked his head in disagreement.

"Painfully still in denial." John added.

"No seriously, no matter how you people say we are going to end up together, Y/N and I can't seem to figure out how will that happen." Roger butted in.

"And plus, we seriously can't feel anything romantically for each other." I continued our point.

"Bla bla bla, bla bla bla," Freddie mocking you and Roger. You looked over to Roger with a frown and he just gave you a small smile.

The lunch ended you all headed to the recording studio where Queen are working for a new song. They would record the rest of the day leaving you to just watching them while you occasionally read the textbook you are holding.

Once the boys are done for the day, you and Roger head back to the flat and just lay down to the couch side by side. Television is open but neither of you are watching. You both just lost yourselves in the noise of the television and leaning your shoulders to each other.

"So did you felt something?" Roger spoked first.

"No, you?"

"Same."

You both fell into silence once again. You noticed a bunch of letters beside the table and  you reach for them and starts ripping them to read what's inside. All of the letters are addressed to Roger, each of them specifying that they're a big fan of Queen and etc. And the majority of the letters you've read, asking if Roger's in a relationship with you.

"Read something new?" He asked.

"No they all sound very familiar." You said dropping the letters back to the table and leaned back to Roger's chest who is now laying the the arm of the couch. This position you've both got into are normally said to be intimate, but between you two, still no feelings.

You both don't know why having no feelings with each other saddens the both of you.

"You want a cup of tea Rog?" You asked as you felt his hand combing your hair.

"Nope." He moves his arms to your waist and he rolled you over so your body are facing each other, he pulled you up to the level of his face.

"I'm definitely going to kiss you now."

His lips meet yours in a blink. The next thing you know, you're french kissing with him. You pulled away soon, gasping for air and you burried your face in his neck.

"Rog, still no feelings."

"Yup, same."

You both sit up straight onto the couch.

"You know, on the bright side, it's good that we don't acquire any feelings. We can be like friends with benefits." Chuckling, he said and you hit his chest.

"No you asshole!" You are laughing with him. "You have enough girls to fuck with, don't drag me into that."

"Why are we even trying to fall in love with each other." Roger wondered out loud, while pouting.

"Hmm, maybe it's because we're so tired with the endless questions about us, and we endlessly just deny it and we're not even lying! Then we maybe want to prove ourselves wrong but we were really never born to fall in love with each other. I'm tired at this Rog." You said and you slumped you back to the couch.

"Maybe we should stop living together and be independent from each other."

"Yes, maybe we should."

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