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[matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl]

Hormones - Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader FanFiction

Summary/AN: I initially intended this to be smut or implied smut, but it came out rather fluffy. I might write a part two if people are interested. The reader is horny and on her period, and has something to share with Roger.

Warnings: mention of periods and pregnancy (non-descrip.), sexual innuendos, etc. Mainly fluff.

Word count: Aprox. 700

Only four months into your relationship you had a pregnancy scare with Roger. Luckily, it was just your period acting up due to stress, but you still decided to go on birth control. Birth control is more acceptable these days, so you were able to get prescribed it rather easily.

Your doctor said, if you’re lucky your period will stop completely. You still got yours but the pill helped regulate your cramps and lowered your flow a bit. You still had horrendous mood swings. Whenever you were in your period you would get insanely horny as well. Hormones are hormones, what would you expect?

You got your monthly yesterday and let Roger know. He always seems a little bummed when you get it, partly because that meant most sexual things were off the table, but also because it pained him to see you in pain.

Roger was sat on the couch, T.V. on a low volume as he flips through a magazine. “These reporters are rubbish. They aren’t reporting anything!” he scowled as he read through the article about the band.

You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving his cheek a quick peck. “Whatcha doing?” you ask, and Roger tosses the magazine away.

“Just reading complete and utter lies,” he mumbles, giving the magazine a side eye. He brushes off the ill feelings about the article and turns his head to meet yours, quickly kissing your lips.

“What’s up?” he asks, and you smile. “Nothing much,” you explain. You find your way around the couch and land in Roger lap.

“I know you’re in your period, Y/N,” he says. “You know how I feel about that stuff.” Roger wasn’t entirely grossed out by menstruation, but he felt that you should be taken care of and rest while on your period, not handled like some one night stand.

“Okay, Mr. Jumping-to-conclusion,” you huff. Roger rolls his eyes with a smile. “I’m not saying that you had that intention, but you know how riled up I get when you sit on my lap like this,”

He was right. If you were him, you wouldn’t be able to resist when you had a breathtaking girl straddling your hips who wouldn’t hesitate to start grinding on you at any moment.

You shrug. “Well sorry that I want to show my beautiful boyfriend some love and affection,” you say, crossing your arms in a dramatic way, and Roger laughs. “Don’t be like that,” he chuckled, giving you a kiss which breaks you out of your bit.

“What can I help you with, love?” he asks. You wrap your arms around his neck again, gently gazing into his.

“I want to have a baby,”

Rogers' soft gaze turns wide. “Y-you want to have a baby?” he stammers his words as he confirms your question. You nod and your smile slowly fades. “Do you not want one?” you ask. Roger quickly shakes his head. “No, no. Of course I want a baby. I’d love to have a baby,” his hands slowly move down to your stomach where your child would be resting. “I just- got caught off guard,” he explains.

You smile at his hands on your stomach, imagining you round with his child. “I want your baby.”

“Is this because you’re horny?” he questions. “Maybe,” you say. “But who says a baby has to be made out of pure, non-sexual love, and not lust?”

Roger nods at your point. “Well you’re going to have to stop taking your pills if you’re serious about this,” he explains. “I’m serious,” you tell him.

You've been thinking about this for a long time, actually. Even before you began dating you imagined yourself round with Rogers child, and his strong arms wrapped around to cup your stomach.

His lips suddenly crash with yours. He smiled against the kiss, humming as his hands moved up to grip your hair lovingly. You breathlessly part from the kiss. Roger leans his forehead against yours. “We’re gonna have a baby…” he whispers, and you smile. “Mhm…” you hum as his hands gently hold the non-existence fetus in your stomach. “You’re gonna be the best daddy there ever was…”

You hear a small snicker from Roger. “Trying to get me even more riled up?” he jokes. You hit his shoulder and laugh. “Shut up,” you say. He grins and gives you another kiss. “And you’re going to be the best mommy in the world, I promise…”

[rogertaylorshbb]

"after concert" roger Taylor x reader imagine

hi, this is just a short imagine I have been working on. I've been trying to work and get better on my smut writing skills. the smut I've written in the past has been Absolutely horrible, don't know how anyone actually even read it. if you wanna tell me your thoughts about if its good smut or not, please comment!! but anyway enjoyy!!♥♥

Roger came up from behind you, his loud footsteps and heavy breathing making his presence known. You could see his sweat dripping down his chest as he whipped his sweat with a towel. Roger groaned, staring at you, he walked over to you gently placing his hands on your shoulders. “You look nice,” “Mhm, you like this outfit?”. “Yea, makes you look so fuckable” he groaned desperately. Roger smiled, his tongue grazing the top of his teeth. “Hey, why don't you be a good girl for me?” he whispered. You nodded, guessing what he had in mind.

Roger slowly started to undo the buttons on your shirt, his hands sloppy with frustration but once he got the buttons undone he was fast to cup your breast desperately as he softly let his fingers wander passionately. You moaned over the sensation of Roger's overworked hands gripping at you. He Lightly took your nipple between his teeth as he trailed down your body.

You slid your skirt off and Roger smiled.

 “Good girl,” 

He reached for the sides of the chair you were on, kneeling to the floor.

Roger sensually glided his fingertips along the inside of your thigh, a shaky gasp escaping your lips.

“fuck-”

“Already so wet,” Roger groaned.

roger let his hands grip your things sucking on the soft skin, you could feel there was gonna be marks the next day

You whined because of his teasing. 

“Don't worry, by the end you'll be a soaking incoherent mess” 

Roger then slid two fingers into your cunt slowly, then Sucking harshly over your sensitive clit. 

You moaned uncontrollably. 

His perfect stamina and speed makes your drip onto his hands. 

He smirked seeing you frantically gasp and tremble. 

You could feel his fingers pushing into you as his swollen lips and wet tongue roughly sucked at your clit. 

You could feel yourself reaching climax but to your disappointment he moved his mouth away from your clit, and pulled his two fingers out from you as a wet sound followed.

“Roger please” you desperately begged. 

“Don't worry I'm not gonna stop, just figuring out what way I should let you finish”

You tilted your head back. “God” you breathed.

Roger placed his hands on your hip-bones pushing himself up. You melted yourself into the chair as he looked deeply into your eyes. 

“Please, roger, just fuck me”. 

“sit on the make-up desk”

You quickly stood up propping yourself up onto the desk.

He carelessly took his clothes off. 

As he walked close to you, you ran your fingers over his hard penis. “Uh uh” he tutted “you can suck me off after if you want to, but now, I just wanna be inside you”. 

Roger looked into your eyes.

He grabbed you hips needlingly and slid himself into you, your loud gasp making him chuckle. 

Roger's head fell forward to your chest, his hair falling in front of his face as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

He started to pound into you recklessly but still so loving at the same time. Letting his hair fall onto his face and he groaned louder. 

“I- fuck- it feels so- jesus christ” you stuttered. 

Roger roughly grunted as his fingertips dug into your hips.

You reached your orgasm, your fingernails digging into his back as his warm breath breathed into your shoulder.

Roger then jolted as he came into you, his soft groans and whimpers.

“Fuck, your so amazing” he whispered his eyes scanning your body.

He slowly slid out of you, his fingertips touching your wetness. Roger examined your cum covering his hands. “I'll get you a towel”.

Roger picked up a clean towel and carefully whipped all the mess off you including his cum. After he picked up his pants and underwear sliding them back on. 

You walked over to him. 

“Are you tired?”

“A bit” Roger chuckled, “why?”

“Well remember what you said earlier? About me being able to suck you off…..only if your still-” 

“y/n, i'm never too tired for that”

He slid his pants back off falling into the chair. 

I've tried my best with this, but I still think it feels a bit awkward 😭. I hope it is good to the person reading this. I'm also gonna write part 2! anyway, again, hope you enjoyed!!

@sarcastic-sourwolf

[brianmayism]

are u gonna read my fic or not 😠

[psychedeliagroove]

I’m having a Bob Dylan phase

[2rembrandt]

Commission set for @beatlegirl1968.

[mylovelyrog]

Roger on 'It's a hard life' video 💛💛

[painandpleasure86]

Joger Week 2022 - The Masterlist

Here's the whole list of contributions of the event!! (updated to 2/8/22). If it has late contributions during this month, I'll update the individual masterlists, so check it up regularly!

Day 1 (1/31)

Day 2 (2/1)

Day 3 (2/2)

Day 4 (2/3)

Day 5 & 6 (2/4 & 2/5)

Day 7 (2/6)

Thanks again for all the effort you made to write stuff for the week and also thanks for the support. It counts a lot!!! <3 It was so fun. I hope we can have Joger Week next year <3

[somethinginrocknroll]

Day 9 Of Winter Wonderland!

Today's theme is By The Fire

Mini Holiday- LIYF

Word Count: 1144

A/N: between book one and two!

Pov: third person

Paring: Roger Taylor x oc (Scarlett Walker)

The car ride was quiet. Roger suggested a mini holiday for just Scarlett and him. Which Scarlett slightly refused, but Roger assured her she needed one. Scarlett has been so busy with her three jobs. At Kelly's Closet, Kelly has been giving scarlett this big load of work but refuses to tell her why. At Apple, since the internationalization of the company, Scarlett has been busy with phone conferences, scooping out new artists and finding other companies that will partner with them. And her Beatles Twin career sky rocketed soon as her and Star released their album. Their manager has been scheduling the two with interviews since they are the biggest it group at the moment. Plus, on top of this, Scarlett is still a technical new mother to their seven month son. Scarlett has been trying to be there for everyone as her work has tripled in the last few months, and after the holidays he noticed how stressed out she was from that. Roger declared that those two were going on a romantic getaway. Finding a sitter for their son wasn't hard since Roger's mom and Scarlett's siblings all volunteered to watch him. Scarlett just kept on looking out the window. Roger took one of his hands off the steering wheel and finger-walked to Scarlett's hand. The two hands mingled together, fitting perfectly with the other. Scarlett smiled and scooted over to Roger and leaned onto him.

"Hi love," Scarlett giggled as Roger kissed her head while driving, "Where are we going exactly?"

"No where special," Roger smirked, he wanted to keep it a secret. Scarlett watched the road ahead. The snow draping the world around Roger's car. The drive wasn't that long after, the two got to this small cabin. When they walked in there was every room, besides the bathroom, all in one. It was very festive. The place's aroma was filled with peppermint and the fragrance of a nature kindling fire. Next to the bed was this fireplace that was gated enough for someone or something to not accidentally go into the fire. The couple first unpacked their stuff, then after Scarlett sat near the window and watched the snow from falling. She started to sketch the scenery as Roger was looking at the place he had rented out for the weekend.

"Whatcha drawing?" Roger walked up to her, bent down and kissed her cheek.

"The snow," Scarlett looked up and kissed Roger, "So Mr. holiday, what are you planning?"

"Whatever you want," Roger sat to the seat parallel to Scarlett, "You need to decrease your stress levels."

Scarlett didn’t say anything. She just got up and sat onto Roger’s lap. Roger smirked, giving her a kiss as he slightly shifted Scarlett to make both of them comfortable. Scarlett went back to sketching as Roger looked at the art that was pouring out of Scarlett’s mind. This was both of their happy places. They just love being with each other. They knew in the future this wouldn't happen as much since Scarlett has three technical careers and Roger is trying to get big. Little does he know that the following year his band gets a final bassist and his road to fame begins being one of the most influential and unique bands that are known to man. But right now, neither are worried where the future will take them and even if they will still be together… even though Roger is planning on proposing next month. Scarlett drew the scenery, adding a little snowman and people playing in the snow. Once she finished the art piece, she put her sketch supplies on the side and cuddled up with Roger in the chair. As much as she’s grateful for this holiday, she misses her baby boy terribly. This isn’t the first time Scarlett has had to leave him back in London. When the baby was three months old, she got sent to Los Angeles for half a week for her job at Kelly’s Closet.

“Lion?” Scarlett finally broke the silence.

“Yes my little wolf?” Roger hummed as he gently brushed his hand up and down her back.

“Thank you, with all these holidays… it seems like you plan them better than me.” Scarlett half jokingly said.

“You need to relax and it’s good to get away from life for a bit,” Roger smirked.

“I do miss Ezra though,” Scarlett softly spoke.

“I know, I do too,” Roger sighed then kissed her neck, “But if Ez was here he wouldn’t let me do this.”

That was true, Ezra is an extreme mama's boy, if someone else gives Scarlett attention, he cries immediately for Scarlett. Scarlett giggled then kissed him back and the two enjoyed the sibling-free and baby-free moment.

Later…

Once it hit night, then the place got cold, the fire by the bed was on and the couple enjoyed their alone time. All the lights were off and Scarlett just admired her boyfriend with the glow of the fire reflecting on his face. She drugged her finger along Rogers chest as Roger looked at the fire crackling.

“Do you think the bed will catch on fire?” Roger truthfully asked.

“I hope not,” Scarlett broke out of her gaze. A chill went down Scarlett’s back, as Roger picked up his petite girlfriend and moved her on top of him, just like how they usually cuddle in bed. The fire was now warming both of them as well as the others body. Scarlett played with Rogers medium-length hair. His hair at a slight curl.

“Scarlett?” Roger played with Scarlett’s hair as both eyes were set onto the fire.

“Hm?” Scarlett hummed.

“Do you ever see a future of me and you getting married?” Roger truthfully asked, even though last year they had a fight, since Roger didn’t believe in the terminology of marriage. But after wise talks with George and creating a family with her, his ideology changed, since he wanted more than where they were out. For months he started to think about what Scarlett always said about marriage. He started to agree with her and realized he wanted more than the stage where he thought was what he wanted. He wants to marry Scarlett to promise her forever, through the band shit and whatever gets thrown at them, he will be there for her until his last breath.

"I thought you said you didn't want to," Scarlett continued to play with his hair.

"Well, if I changed my mind, do you see us getting married?" Roger asked Scarlett once more.

"Of course I see us getting married, and it's not because of Ezra," Scarlett truthfully told him, "I'm in love with you Rog, and I want bloody forever."

Roger smirked and kissed Scarlett. The two making love by the fire, enjoying their holiday in the cottage.

[rogertaylorsfalsettos]

It's Maylor week so I'll start writing some Maylor stories. If you guys can, please give me ideas for the story

• smut, sex

• when Queen was formed/ When Smile was formed

• 1970s or 1980s

• Brian top/bottom

• Roger top/bottom

• Should the setting be in Highschool, College, or When Queen was formed?

You guys can decide and tell me please 🙏🥺

[imalososos]

Roger & Freddie - AU! reincarnation in 2518

There were envoys from the future, who became traitors for them in their first lives - traitors gave them another chance for love, chance in the far far future. The contract is signed, the pills are drunk, now the path lies in the year 2518 through their own death and rebirth.

[matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl]

Woman taken by the wind - Roger Taylor x Fem!reader

Summary: You've taken a liking to a new band and your boyfriend cant help but tease you about your recent infatuation. 

Warnings: no swearing, implied sex, mention of oral sex, minor stress, mainly just fluff

Word count: 1.6k

     Alone in your apartment, you skip over to the turntable set up in the living room and turn up the volume to fifteen. The recently released sound of ‘Rhiannon’ by Fleetwood Mac blared through your flat. You weren't a fan of the earlier stuff from the band, but with the newest addition of Stevie Nicks and Lindsay Buckingham to the group really brought a new interesting vocal and guitar sound, you couldn’t get enough of it. You heard the track that was playing from the speakers on the radio, and you demanded that Roger pull over the car so you could go get a copy of the album. 

     Your boyfriend, Roger, wasn't as much of a ‘Fleetwood Mac super fan’ as he so lovingly calls you. He preferred the heavier tracks of Jimi Hendrix, while still liking some of the softer stuff from Dylan and such. He didn’t mind when you played them, though.

     You were alone at the moment. Roger was off in the studio with the boys. He suggested you stay home this day so you don't get caught in the middle of their idiotic arguments over if the harmony should be sung with an ‘ah’ sound or an ‘oh’ sound. You had some work to do in the apartment that day, so you were fine with staying home. Your recent purchase was great background noise for your daily chores. 

     You take a moment to walk over to the turntable again and flip over the record to side B before you continue on with washing the dishes. Swaying your hips to the beat of the song, you sang along to lyrics you were able to figure out. You had most of them memorized after listening to the album a couple of times.

     Roger had always loved your dancing. You felt dorky and rarely danced in front of others, but Roger was able to bring that side of you to light. You felt free around him, even if you still felt embarrassed to dance around him.

     You dry off the dishes and put them into the cabinet. That was another chore knocked off your list. You were surprisingly productive this afternoon. You often procrastinated by saying you'll do it later or you get too invested in whatever TV show you're watching. 

     You boogie(Rogers words) out of the kitchen and bend over the dining room table, reaching for the little notepad and checking off ‘wash dishes’ on the list. You had finally finished everything you had to do, and it was only 2 pm. You flip the cardboard cover to the front of the notebook and hook the pen back into the metal coil holding it together. 

     The way you were dancing almost made you feel like a hippie. You were too engulfed in the booming music that you didn't hear the door of your apartment unlock.

     Roger enters the apartment. He could hear the music before he even reached the doorstep. He leans against the entrance frame of the living room, watching as you dance in a pair of short pj shorts and his t-shirt. He loved seeing you wear his clothes. 

     “Hey, cutie,” Roger says, and you almost jump out of your skin at the sudden sound of his voice. “What- Roger! That's not funny!” you whine. You scramble to the turntable and turn the volume down to three. 

     Roger laughs at your childish reaction. “I think it's very funny, actually,” he says with a smirk. You feel his strong arms wrap around your waist as your bent over the turntable. “Why are you turning it down, lovie?” he asks as he takes hold of your hand and turns it up to ten. 

     “Why are you home so early?” you ask, not answering his question about the volume. Roger spins you around, smiling at you as he holds onto you in a waltz-like position. “We decided to stop for today. Too much arguing,” he says. “Is that all?” you ask as you begin swaying in his hold. “And because I missed my girl,” he smiles and gives you a kiss. 

     You hum against his soft, pillowy lips. “You were only gone for a couple of hours,” you giggle. “Is it so criminal for a man to miss his woman?” Roger laughs. “If so, give me the electric chair,” he says as he spins you around, causing a small yelp of excitement from you. “Not criminal. Maybe needy,” you smirk back.

     “You look cute,” he says, laying a kiss on your lips and then your cheek. “Oh, do I?” you ask, and he hums. “Love it when you wear my shirts,” he smiles softly as he toys with the hem of the shirt. “Especially when you wear those tiny shorts,” he adds.

     “Why? Because it looks like I’m wearing nothing underneath?” you question. 

     “Yep,” he grins and spins you again. “Maybe I should send you to the chair,” you joke. “On what charges?” he asks. “Horniness,” you say. Roger's hands slide down your sides, poking at your hips. “Oh, you're not too innocent yourself,” he points out.

     You laugh and give him a kiss before pulling yourself from his hold. “Never said I was,” 

     Roger watches as you walk away from him. “Where do you think you're going?” he asks as he cocks an eyebrow. “Changing the record,” you chuckle. You carefully lift the vinyl from the padded surface and return it to the protective sleeve before you feel Roger's hot breath against your neck. 

     “You know, I was thinking about you earlier,” he whispers into your ear. You couldn't help but smirk. “What were you thinking?” you ask innocently, still keeping your attention fixed on the neatly organized display of your shared record collection in front of you. 

     “I was thinking about that little red outfit you wore on my birthday last year,” he says. You laugh under your breath. You had great memory of that night. “Mhm?” you hum, telling him to continue as you feel his hands wrap around your waist. “You had on your favourite red lipstick,” he continues. 

     “You mean your favourite red lipstick,” you laugh. Roger always loved how you looked in that specific shade of red. He loved when it smudged onto your chin, and when you would leave kiss marks all over his body with the lipstick just to get a rise out of him. “Whatever,” he chuckles.

     “And, my head between your thighs,” he whispers. “Roger!” you whine, hitting his hand like a mother disciplining their son for having a potty mouth. Your cheeks were as red as that god-forsaken lipstick. You turn around to face him, putting on a brave face as if your cheeks weren't blaring red. “And you screaming that!” he grinned. It took every ounce of strength in your body not to smack that smirk right off his face.

     “You're such a pervert,” you joke. Roger gave you a kiss and laughed. “You keep sleeping with that pervert, so you make up your mind, y/n” he hummed.

     “See, and I would ask if you were thinking about me too, but you were probably too focused on your artsy fartsy music,” he teased. You huff and cross your arms, but it was so difficult to stay mad at him when he was staring at you with those big blue eyes. “Hey, baby, don't be so mad. I like your music,” he says as he gives your cheek a kiss. You tighten your lips as you struggle to hide your smile. “There's that smile,” he hums, and you finally let it be seen. 

     “I hate you,” you mumble through an embarrassed laugh. “Love you, too, babe,” Roger smiles. He wraps his arms around you again as the sound of the second track on The Beatles album ‘Abbey Road’ begins playing. Roger nuzzles his face into your neck and gently kisses it as you sway. “Somewhere in her smile she knows, that I don't need no other lover…” he hums to you softly, and you smile yet again in response. 

     “How's the album coming?” you ask, and you feel as he shrugs. “Sort of behind schedule, but I much rather spend time with you,” he says. “Oh, Roger. You know I don't like it when you choose me over your work,” you annoyingly say. Roger sighs, and he moves his head from his neck to meet your eyes. “I know, I know. Just, you know, the constant bickering is exhausting,” he confesses.

     “I love making music, but now it's just like clockwork now,” he says. He didn't want to admit it, but he had to. “And the record company has us on a strict deadline, it's just… so stressful,” 

     You hated to see Roger like this. You remember the days when he was so excited to go to the studio and work on the albums. But now, every day he would come home more miserable than the day before. 

     “I understand,” you tell him, letting your fingers comb through his un-styled mop. “It will get better soon, I’m sure of it,” you say. “Just wait, soon you’ll be on tour, and you get to see the world and perform for thousands of fans!” you smile, hoping that the response from the fans would cheer him up. It did, in part. 

     Roger hugs you, burring his face in your neck yet again. “Thank you, y/n,” he whispers. The only thing he didn't favour about the tours is that he didn't get to see you. You both understood that it was an important part of his career and that it would get easier with time. 

     The next track, ‘Maxwells' Silver Hammer’ comes on. This one was a bit funny to you. You both giggle as the lyric “Bang Bang Maxwells’ silver hammer came down upon her head” came. 

     “You remember that thing you mentioned about the red dress and lipstick…?” you ask, and Roger smirks. “Of course, I do,” he says. “Still in the mood?” you ask. He didn't even have to answer, because the next thing you knew Roger was pulling you down the hall to your bedroom, not even bothering to turn off the record. 

[rogertaylorshbb]

"studio stress" roger Taylor x reader fanfic [part 1]

hey, I just wanna say sorry if the ending of this part is sloppy to anyone, I wrote on half of it yesterday, and I was writing the other half today but I was eating spicy noodles at the same time lol. anyway hope you enjoy this and part 2 will be posted soon!!

You pulled up slowly in front of the studio parking outside. You were dreading going inside.  It has been a stressful week for you. You were so tired, sleeping less than 4 hours last night doing large amounts of paperwork and having to work the night shift at your other job.

You weighed your head down between your arms on the steering wheel, your eyes began to swell “dont cry dont cry, don't cry” you whispered to yourself whipping your cheeks with your sleeve. You looked in your car mirror, you hoped that when you went in the studio no-one would notice your red eyes and puffy cheeks. 

You shuffled into the studio seeing brian at a desk. “Oh hey y/n” he waved. You smiled shyly and walked towards Freddie with some printed lyrics. “Here- I- printed them last night for you” you said, slurring your words together like a drunk.

“Thank you” freddie beamed while taking a sip of his coffee. “Ok everyone lets record!”.

John walked over to you handing you a little cup of hot, black coffee, “here, looks like you need it”. “Thanks John, I do” you laughed, falling back into a chair. 

You couldn't bear to sit in that studio next to the producer while they were recording. The loud beat of the drums, the screeching of Brian's guitar, and John's repetitive bass playing. Your pounding headache and sensitive ears couldn't take it so you tapped the producer on the shoulder and told him you were gonna go outside for a break.

You sat outside on the scrub, dropping your head on your knees, your arms resting on your head. You could almost fall asleep but you knew you would get in trouble and just look useless and that the band would probably fire you.

After what seemed 10 minutes you heard footsteps coming towards you. 

“Hey, you ok” Roger asked sitting down next to you. 

You lifted your head up “yea, just- very stressed”.

“Oh well, I'm here if you want to talk,” he assured, placing his hand on your back. 

“Thanks roger but i don't want to annoy you with my problems you should focus on the band” you nodded at him. 

“You're just as important as the band y/n” he smiled. “Doubt it” you blushed, shaking your head. You and Roger talked for a bit, and Roger ended up rambling about his childhood cat.

“Anyway” he sighed. He stood up taking a deep breath and held out his hand “cmon, i'll let you try out the drums”.

You took his hand as he pulled you up, you stumbled a bit when you got on your feet, lucky he was there to make sure you didn't fall.

You both strolled into the studio and were a bit confused when none of the band was there. 

Only one of the guys that worked there was there. “Um hey, where is everybody?” Roger asked. 

“Oh they all went up to that fancy place up the street, they said they would be back in a bit” Mark said grabbing his jacket “I'm off my shift now though, make sure to close the lights if you guys wanna leave. 

Roger stumped his foot and shook his head “why didn't they come get us?! Idiots”. 

“Haha, it doesn't matter, I always pack my own lunch anyway” you chuckled, reaching for your handbag pulling out a sandwich. 

“Here, you can have half,” you said, handing him one half. “No no, it's ok” he waved his hands softly. 

You both sat down on the couch and you asked Roger to tell you a funny story about his childhood while you ate. “Funny? I don't think I have a lot of funny ones, annoying ones and ones of me throwing tantrums that probably made my mum wish she never had children, sure”. 

‘Well, go on!” 

Roger told you about some stories of him and his little sister. You nearly choked on your sandwich from laughing “woah woah, don't choke '' he laughed.

You claimed yourself down. 

“So, you were really a trouble maker huh?” 

“Uh huh” he smirked, stretching his arm out over the couch. 

@sarcastic-sourwolf

[ellus986]

Don’t stop me now part 6

August 1982

“You should really stop working!” Shouts Roger, as you pack your bag.

“We spoke about it, I’m only 22 weeks pregnant, I can still work, Mira is in if there is something that is needed to be lifted, and I love my job. I don’t want to sit here all along.” You walk out of the house and he is following you with heavy angry steps. “We were speaking with Mira, both of us think one more months is okay, she had two kids, I believe her, and my feelings too!”

“I just want to make sure you are okay!”

“I’m, you know I would never risk our son’s life!” You yell back as you get on your bike and start to ride. “I will be home at night!”

Roger’s point of view:

He finally got you back at home, but still couldn’t talk you down about working. He hated that you go to work three days a week, while you had his son under your heart. You did it again today, and he tried to relax at the pool, but couldn’t get you out of his head, so he went to see you.

The door was open so he decides to not say anything as he walks in and doesn’t see you in the first second. He walks in one of the rows, to find you at one of refrigerators, packing. Your feet is moving to the beat as you are putting some bottles in.

“Tiger, darling I like this music too, but could you quit being your daddy just for some minutes?” You giggle, not really being mad, making Roger smile. He find the smile on your face adorable as you taped your round belly to the beat playing with your child.

“Sorry, could I pay?” Comes from the front and Roger steps back to stay unseeable for you, as you put the bottles down.

“Ofcourse I’m coming!” You walk there. “Oh my God, Robert, Hi!” Your words makes Roger smile disaper.

“Y/N! Good to see you!” Comes from your ex.

“Good to see you too!” You say with smile on your face as Roger steps closer to see you from his hide.

“You look...” he is looking for the good word.

“Big” you giggle, and Roger Rolls his eyes.

“I wanted to say beautiful and happy!” He admits.

“I’m, I mean happy...” you chuckle, while your hand is in the work.

“You are still with that rockstar?” Roger almost walks to him to hit him, but your answer changes his mind.

“Yes, I am still with Roger Taylor the drummer of Queen!” Your voice is filled with pride.

“Is it his?”

“Oh God Robert, like you never even knew me, ofcourse it is his son!” Roger already knew it hurts your feelings, before he heared your hufish voice.

“I’m sorry, just rockstar’s are always like...”

“Like what?” Roger finally steps behind him, to make both of you realise he is there.

“It will be 3 £!” You say, like there was never a conversation, and he puts down the money and grabs his bags.

“I really do not wanted to hurt your feelings, I’m sorry!”

“It is okay! Have a nice day!” You try to keep your tears back, as you mumble.

“You too!” He walks out, and Roger runs to you.

“Come here!” He hugs you and you cry out. “Shhh! He was a dick head!” He holds you close as you make his shirt wet, but who really cares about that right now?

“Why are you here?”

“I missed you two, came in to see you!” He kisses your temple.

“Not telling me I should go home?” You sniff, still hiding your face in his chest.

“No, love!” He admits. “Just wanted to see your bright smile!”

He just locks his eyes with Mira who walks in the store, while you are still have tears in your eyes, burrying your face in his shirt.

“Honey, your shift is over, I get it from here!” She steps to you and taps your back.

“Are you sure?” You sutter.

“Yes, I’m! Spend some time with your man before your boy arrives!” She pushes the two of you out of the shop and Roger just silently froms thank you as he walks you to the car.

“What do you want to do?” He asks you with a smile on his face, that makes you a little happier. “Some food? Or just walk in the park? Going to the festival?” He continues as you don’t answer.

“The walk sounds nice...” you mumble.

“That’s my girl!” He pinches your cheek.

Your point of view:

“You look so stunning!” Elena screams on otherside of the phone.

“Oh shot up!” You chuckle looking at the latest magazine in your hand.

“No, really, I haven’t seen a prettier pregnant woman alive!” She just can’t let it go. “Oh man who would think things will turn out like this? From the night I listened to you guys fuck three times, to become parents!” You can hear how amazed she is.

“You tell me?” You pause for a bit. “I mean two years not using any protection, it is a suprise we lasted this long!” Your laughter is loud you almost can’t hear the answer.

“You really played with fire!” She is amazed, even you can hear it.

“I think deep down both of us was okay with having kids with one and other.” You wonder.

“Even at the party?”

“Okay, I don’t know we were drunk, to say the least! But I think I trusted him already with my life at that point, beyond I knew!”

“Hey! They will think I have feelings!” Comes Roger kissing your nape.

“You don’t need a soul for me to be so stupid to trust you my life!” You say and hear Elena laugh in the phone.

“But I need a soul to be stupid enough to fall in love with a girl who’s family to me!” He smooths some hair out of your face.

“Ooh man, like we had a choice...” you wonder. “So where were we?”

“You two being totally adorable dorks next to eachother!” Laughs Elena.

“Adorable dorks... hmmm... i doubt the boy next to us in the kitchen would say that...” you laugh.

“Who choke on your words?” Ask Roger.

“Yeah, I’m sure he thinks we are adorable...” he smirks, before kissing your forhead. “I go now, but I will be home for dinner!”

“Have fun!”

Roger’s point of view:

He was the first one to arrive to the pub, so he sits down at the bar. Not long after the whole class starts to arrive. All his high school mates are in his favorite pub in the town, he haven’t seen them in years.

“Rainbow!” Oh God how long ago he did he hear that name.

“Beatrix!” He greats her. Yes this nickname came from a girl obviously.

“How growen up you become, rockstar!” She pokes his side.

“It was time!”

“Sure, soon to be dad!” She countinues.

“Yeah, couldn’t have a better life!”

“Sure, sure, sure... but isn’t she a little too young for you? I mean almost 10 years, isn’t that a little bit much?”

“Ooh if I would fall in love with her because of her age!” He laughs.

“You didn’t?”

“Oh I did not! First time I met her, I remember she already helped John and Veronica in the garden, she was cutting woods while singing along our songs. I was just walking there when she sang “I got a way with the girls on my block

Try my best to be a real individual” and that time I didn’t know she meant it, but man I liked her from that moment, and when she looked at Brian with a smirk singing “Oh give me a good guitar

And you can say that my hair's a disgrace” like she already knew I wrote it to piss him. To be fair I’m sure she knew, she saw deep inside me from the very first moment, if not before, but I needed a year to have the balls to really hit on her.” He smiles at the memory.

“So you fell in love with her because she knew some of your lyrics?” Beatrix looks totally suprised.

“No, I fell in love with her, because she has a free spirit, knows how to make me happy, she makes me think I’m enough, that I’m old and young at the same time, but yeah I liked her, because she liked the songs I wrote.”

“The look on your face tells everything, so I won’t ask you again that are you sure about this!” She laughs sipping on her champagne.

“Yes, I’m sure!” He replies and slicks the box in his pocket.

To be continued...

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My sweet perms:

[that-70s-page]

Some of the original contenders for Queen’s name included Build Your Own Boat, The Rich Kids and The Grand Dance.

[thosequeenboys]

Happy Freddie Friday. This has been a long week. How about for you? Today features black and white Freddie and Roger. Froger. Feel free to add. I love picturing them at their Kensington Market stall. Too bad there aren’t pics of that — or are there???

[mylovelyrog]

70s 🤍💛