#the coincidences with k stopped and i barely even see him anymore and his clothing style is changing???

[barredandromeda]

i hate change id rather die

[ohtheseboysilove]

Silly boy. [Roger Taylor x F!Reader]

Words : 1, 700 K +

Warnings : angst, fluff, tiny hint of steamy time

Summary : Reader and Roger fought. The drummer misunderstood the situation and thinks Reader is leaving him.

Note : Thank you for the request lovie (and the compliments about my writings !!! Jeez im still blushing!!!) I changed few things and it’s a bit dramatic but it’s not too bad, hope you like it cutie pie !

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"Are you fucking kidding me Roger Taylor ?" You shoved violently the magazine in his face as soon as your boyfriend of three years passed the door of your shared flat. "Roger Taylor and his girlfriends celebrating the new Queen’s album. Girlfriends Roger, with a fucking S at the end ! What’s wrong with you ?" You yelled furiously, face red and tense.

"Oh, please baby, not again. We’re not gonna have that discussion again" The drummer pushed your hand away and sighed, kicking his shoes off.

"Oh yes, we damn will Taylor ! Do you know how humiliating this is for me ?" You followed him in the flat, smoke practically coming out from your ears.

"For god’ sake (Y/N) ! Nothing happened, you know that ! They’re just fans, crappy journalists like to create dramas to sell there shitty magazines" The blond groaned, leaning against the kitchen’s counter.

You snorted loudly, resisting of the urge to slap him in his face.

"Everyone think you cheating on me, even my parents, Rog ! They asked me why I stayed with you the other day !" You hit his chest with the magazine repeatedly. "You slap stupid slap wanker slap ! I don’t know how to deal with your childish behaviour Roger !" The drummer snapped the journal from your hands and threw it on the counter, rubbing his torso.

"It’s called marketing (Y/N) ! I can’t just shoo away every people who come to me because you’re bloody jealous" He crosses his arms, jaw clenched tightly.

You had this argument again and again, it always ended in screams and shutting doors.

"You’re funny, it’s never men that I saw on your lap on the photo or ugly girls ! What a freaking coincidence ! Only models are allowed to have pictures with you, very convenient Roger" You bit back, this time you wouldn’t just drop the topic. And he wouldn’t get away with a charming smile and sweet nothings, not this time.

“Jesus, (Y/N)..." The blond pinched his nose bridge, chest panting with anger. "You know what ? Maybe if sometime you would come with me to these events, I wouldn’t be so fucking bored ! But no, of course, you’re always busy with your stupid work !"

You took a step back, mouth parting at the audacity of the man.

"Did you hear yourself Roger ?" You let out a loud fake laugh as you shook your head. "You’re on tour half of the year and you’re telling me that I’m too busy with work ? You’re a joke" You walked away and this time he was the one to follow you. "You know what ? Me and stupid job are telling you to go fuck yourself Taylor"

"What a mature reaction for sure !" He threw his hands in the airs, brows furrowed by how tense he was about the whole situation. "Maybe you could get out of your ass the giant stick you got in there, couldn’t hurt" He added, his lips drew into a thin line.

You nodded slowly and grabbed your jacket and handbag, before shutting the door on his face without another word.

**

You and him ignored each other for two days until Roger came home after work, to find boxes in the entry. His eyes widened and his heart quickened against his rib cage. No. You couldn’t leave him. It had always been (Y/N) and Roger against the rest of the world, no matter how bad your fights were, you always found your ways to each other. Every time. Roger swallowed nervously at the boxes full of clothes, dropping his things on the ground and rushing to the bedroom.

Love of my life was playing quietly on background as you were kneeled next to a box, folding clothes inside it. This was it. He lost you. The thought of you not in his life anymore was unbearable, his stomach twisting in horror at the realisation. This was his fault, he pushed you away with his bullshits, he was the only responsible of the situation. His heart compressed heavily his chest, tears pooling in his eyes.

Not you.

Roger felt a rush of adrenaline rolling through his veins. He wouldn’t allow that, whatever it could take, you needed to stay by his side. You noticed him and rolled your eyes still pissed at him but you didn’t except what followed.

The drummer dropped on his knees next to you and cupped your cheeks, bringing his lips on yours for a kiss. You kissed him back, forgetting for few seconds that you were mad at him as his tongue caressed yours, in a deep but incredibly soft and full of love kiss.

"Please don’t leave me" Roger whispered, his forehead resting on yours, his shaky fingers reaching for your hands. "Baby, please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m such an idiot"

You blinked and knitted your brows together in confusion.

"I don’t—"

But he shook his head, putting his hand on your mouth, pleading you to let him talk. You were confused but Roger’s eyes were glassy and his voice sounded so weak, you kept your mouth shut.

"I will do better okay ? No more girls at parties, I don’t give a shit, just stay with me" The blond squeezed your hands and you looked at him with a parted mouth, wondering why he was suddenly reacting like that. The romantic rhythm of the famous song Freddie wrote for Mary was echoing in the room and Roger’s mouth started moving in synch, singing the words to you. "Love of my life don't leave me, you've stolen my love, you now desert me..." A tear escaped the drummer’s eyes, his lips pressing against yours in the softest way you ever felt. Your own gaze was starting to get teary at Roger’s words and state, you never saw him so...vulnerable. "Don't take it away from me because you don't know, what it means to me..." He was sobbing at the end of the song. You weren’t better, his head was buried in your neck, his salty tears soaking your top but you didn’t give a care in the world.

"Roger..." You were speechless, trying to find a reason to his desperate behaviour but feeling completely helpless. And clueless. You had worst fight than the last one, it couldn’t be because of that.

"I’m begging you (Y/N), don’t leave me. You’re the love of my life, you’re the one and Freddie is right, you stolen my love but I don’t want it back, I just want you" The drummer raised his head, his bottom lip shaking with fear and his beautiful big blue eyes were puffy and red from all the cries.

Your heart twisted with pain at his state, heartbroken and visibly hurt.

"Roger, love, I’m not going anywhere" You caressed gently his wet cheeks, giving him a small but reassuring smile. "How could think I would leave you Rog ? Silly boy" You peppered several kisses on his parted lips, your hands falling on his tense shoulders.

The drummer blinked away the few last tears in his eyes, breathing slowly calming down. He seemed confused.

"But the boxes..." It was your turn to be a bit lost. He gestured to the clothes folded on the floor. "It look a lot like you were packing and leaving me" He sheepishly said, still a bit shook by the previous event. Roller-coaster of emotions.

"Oh my god Roger, you’re serious !" You cried with a pitched-voice. The blond recognise your exasperated tone and bit his lips. What did he forget again ? "I have been asking you for ages to get ride of the clothes you don’t use ! For my cousin's charity shop, are you listening to me when I talk ?" You tilted your head with annoyance, crossing your arms with a sigh. "I’m cleaning my closet and I’m still excepting you to do the same"

The drummer’s lips parted in a perfect O. Yes. You did talk about this a lot. But Roger always pushed it back, too lazy. Well, it just fireback right on his face, giving him the biggest fear of his life.

"I remember now" He murmured bitterly, rubbed his forehead and feeling incredibly stupid. "God, I really thought you were leaving me !"

"You silly ass !" You shook your head but smiled tenderly, fingers messing a bit his hairs. "But at least it did make you said things I really like. Especially the part about not seeing girls at parties anymore" You tilted your head, arching a brow.

The blond glanced at you and pretended to think about it, making you humphed in annoyance. "I’m joking baby, I meant what I said. I don’t want to lose you. Never" You smiled happily, almost purring at Roger’s gentle stroking on your cheek. "You’re the love of my life after all" He added, lips melting against yours.

"Stop it, we cried enough today" You replied in the kiss, gasping when Roger slid his tongue in your mouth, cheekily grinning.

His warm palm travelled to your hips, bringing you closer and you happily obliged, your fingers wrapping tightly around his neck. You sighed softly when he left your mouth to nibbled at your neck, his hand cupping your breast through your top.

"Baby" You hummed questioningly, a quiet moan leaving your parted lips. " I need you” He grabbed one of your hand and put it on his crotch, proving you how much he needed you. "Please" He whined when you barely palmed him, feeling bratty today.

"I have a better idea" The blond’s eyes sparkled at your words, lust feeling his big blue eyes. "You, mister, gonna clean your fucking closet. I’m supposed to bring the boxes tomorrow morning"

You swallowed back a snort at the deception on his gaze, hips bucking desperately against your body.

"Baby, come on. I will do it after, I swear" The drummer pleaded. "I’m so hard right now"

"That absolutely not negotiable pretty boy. You said you will doing better at home, so help me with the boxes and clothes and eventually, I could let you have me. If you do a good job" You stepped away, sliding an empty box in his direction. He pouted, cheeks red with need and it was a beautiful sight. "Come on, you better catch up with me because I will certainly start without you if you’re too slow" You winked and chuckled as Roger accepted the challenge, practically tripping on his way to his closet.

"The winner cum first !" The blond yelled, half of his body buried into the closet, somewhere in the outrageous amount of clothes hanging in it.

"You got yourself a deal, Mr Taylor"

**

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[demi-angel-novel]

Chapter 1 Fire! Fire! (Yes I’m serious this time)

“Baking paynes” heh I still remember the first time I was here. I was around 9 years old and I ran away from the orphanage. But it was winter, and I barely had clothes to begin with, so I was freezing but I didn’t stop running. Eventually the cold caught up to me, and I collapsed. I began falling in and out of consciousness. I saw a woman walking up to me her lips said, 

“a boy?” After that I fell unconscious. I woke up to warmth, and jumped awake, looking around frantically. 

“Wh-what? Where?” I was wrapped in a blanket.

 “Oh your awake” I heard a gruff voice speak. 

“Hmm, here kid.” He handed me a cup of hot cocoa and a plate of food. 

“Th-thank you,” I said through a shiver. The man who gave me the food had a pudgy face with a thick black beard and black hair covered in a chefs hat. A long sleeved green shirt with a apron covering his pop belly with jeans. After I ate the food and drunk the cocoa he spoke again.

“ You alright kid?” 

“Yes sir.” 

He breathed out, “that’s good to hear. My wife brought you in here nearly dead. Your a strong kid so, anyway what’s your name?“ 

“Thomas sir.” 

“Thomas, huh? Nice name, I’m Jack Payne, my wife’s name is Mattie.” A woman with brown hair walked in, I saw the man named Jack face light up with happiness. She has her hair in a ponytail, her skin is pretty fair with red rosy cheeks and she’s wearing a navy blue shirt with khaki pants. Heh, speak of the devil.“

“Oh my your awake! That’s good, your okay.” 

“I should th-thank you. You helped me, thank you miss.” 

“Oh, it’s no trouble. Now, rest up ummm “Thomas”.

 “Miss, thank you.” 

“You’ll need your rest.” 

“Oh I don’t want to bother you two.” She put her hand on my shoulder 

“nonsense Thomas, we would be happy to.” my face lit up, 

“grazie,” I said 

“excuse me?” 

“Oh it’s thank you in Italian.” 

“Huh interesting well on up to bed mister.“ 

"But I’m not sleepy.” Jack said. 

“Not you, Thomas!”

 “Right. Come on Thomas.” He held out his hand I grabbed it and he led me up to a bed. I got under the covers it’s comfortable extremely more comfortable than the orphans beds. If I could describe them, they’re like prison beds but with one layer of padding. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out. Downstairs Mattie is pacing back and forth. 

“Mattie, what’s wrong?” 

“It’s Thomas. Doesn’t he look familiar to you?” 

“No we just saw him today,“ 

"but he looks so much like…like Eliza and that man.” 

“It’s just a coincidence honey” 

“but he even spoke Italian to me like Eliza, he even has the same wavy hair.” 

“Listen, it won’t do you any good to worry yourself over this. We can ask him any questions tomorrow all of us need sleep” sighs 

“yeah your right let’s go to sleep.  I woke up scared frantically looking around me, oh right, those two took me in last night.  After a few minutes of silence i jump at a knock on the door, 

“hello, Thomas were cooking breakfast but first lets get you a bath.”  

“But I don’t have a change of clothes.”  

“Oh, we bought you some.”  

“You didn’t have to.” 

“Yes, but we wanted to, so come on. Let’s get you out of these raggedy clothes.” 

“Um, yes mam.” I turned around and lifted up my shirt above my head, he’s awfully skinny I can see his bones easily, where are you from 

“Th-hm?” Her face displayed pure shock with her hands covering her mouth.

 “T-Thomas what are those scars?” I winced 

“t-there nothing.” 

“Don’t lie to me. What happened?” I looked at my feet 

” please tell me, Thomas please.“ 

"O-okay.” I reluctantly told her about the punishments, “cough” “cough”, torture “cough”. She couldn’t speak for several minutes “how long has this happened?” 

“For a year now. She treats us all like this , but I get it worse because I rebel.” 

“Oh my,” she hugged me I flinched. “I’m so sorry. Is qthere anyway I can help you? I know, I’ll call the police.” She went to turn around but I grabbed her wrist 

“no, please.” 

“What do you mean? Your all going through abuse why stop me?”

“Because so many of us will be taken from each other. We’re all the family we all have left. Please,” 

“Thomas…okay,okay I won’t now explain your physical state, you’re literally skin and bones. Why?” 

“We..really don’t have much food, well edible and fresh food.”

 “That’s awful. After a few seconds her face switched from one of sadness to that of determination. 

“You know what, I have an idea. What if I help you all even if it’s a small way. How I’ll send everyone fresh meals each day and on top of that, I’ll also donate clean clothes if I have the money or resources. My eyes teared up, and I gave her the largest hug I could. 

"Grazie! grazie!” 

“Your welcome. Alright now go get a bath I’ll take you back tomorrow, but with my help this time.” 

“Right” I turned and walked to the bathroom. Why does slits on his back those weren’t scars huff she breathed out I have so many questions, I’ll save them for later. 

Present~ She made good on her promise and then some heh well I should go in. I swung open the door and was greeted by the scent of freshly made bread, coffee, and sweets. The cafe had booths by two large windows with stools in front of a counter with a few tables scattered around. 

“Ah, good morning, Thomas.” 

“Mrs.Payne Buongiorno!” 

*Buongiorno-hello, good morning, goodbye [formal]* 

Her once brown hair now has strands of grey in them and no matter how many times I see her she has a motherly smile with honey brown eyes. 

“How are you doing today, Thomas?” 

“Uh, pretty good.” 

“Hm, are you sure about that?” She said with a cocked eyebrow.

“you weren’t up to mischief again were you?” I really hope I wasn’t smiling because I have a trademark mischievous smile when I do certain things. Note to self invest in duct tape. Um no ma'am. Hmm, I mean yes ma'am." She always finds a way to drag the truth out of me. 

"I got kicked out". She scoffed again. *sighs* "what level was it this time?" 

"5?" 

"Wow no wonder she did it this time. But still you shouldn't do anything that bad," sigh 

" I know," I muttered as I pouted 

"do you have pictures?" My face lit up smirking 

"of course." 

"Good, show me." We laughed for a good few minutes. 

"Hahaha. Whew, you really are something Thomas." 

"Thank you, so where are the twins?" 

"They're helping their dad prepare, but if your off later, swing by. They want to play with their big brother." 

"Heh, sure. So anyway how'd you know I was lying?" 

“That smile of yours." 

"Dang it I know I should have worn duct tape." 

"That and mothers intuition, after raising two children and an orphan who gets into trouble a lot. You learn how to tell when they're lying." 

“That, is a terrifying ability. Hey, speaking of parents you said you knew my parents, right? What were they like." 

"Well, your mother was very kind, patient, and kind of hot-headed when angry and from the look of her she had a trickster streak like you. I still remember when I first met her she got so mad at something and ranted in Italian for ten minutes. I couldn't understand her anymore. Your father was very kind, patient and extremely helpful. He always seemed to exude this aura of hope where ever he went she leaned in, and between you and me she looked side to side he was extremely good looking. You actually look a lot like him if you didn't notice." I felt my face warm a little and rubbed the back of my head. 

"Alright I think the old lady's calmed down by now, 

"go check up on her, and if she still doesn't let you in. Our doors are always open." 

"Thanks." I said as I waved behind me as I walked out. 

"Jack, kids, how's everything back there?" 

"Were almost finished, Marco hand me the yeast, Leo check on the first batch," 

"yes sir." They said together. They're both around 7 each, they both have black and brown hair with fair skin and their mothers eyes, the only difference between them was one of them inherited their mothers rosy cheeks, and that was Leo. Leo walked over to the oven, but when he opened it, there were sparks popping everywhere. 

"What the?" Suddenly it erupted into flames 

"dad, I need a fire extinguisher quick!" 

"Right on it!" Jack ran and sprayed the fire but as soon as it hit the flames, it immediately evaporated. What? The flames morphed into a face with a demonic smile.

" Finally I've returned!" This filled each of them with horror. 

"K-kids behind me I'll protect you." This caused the being to erupt in laughter 

"you? Hurt me? "Please, don't fool yourself." Jack aimed the extinguisher at the being on fire, but it only raised its newly formed hand and burned it to ashes. The being crawled out of the oven and formed until it reached the ceiling in height. 

"Hahaha child of thunder, we'll meet again soon." I was halfway to the orphanage when I got hit by an intense migraine.

"Agh!" I gripped my head it felt like my head was a base drum. I saw flashes in my mind. The family surrounded by flames, a grotesque monster towering over them, blood red eyes and a wicked smile. I don't know what took over me, but I sprinted back to the bakery as fast as my legs could carry me. What were those visions I saw? The bakery, it has flames and smoke billowing out of it. I have to hurry... faster, faster, I pushed myself on. I heard laughter, but it was extremely dark; it nearly made me stop in my tracks. I've heard that laughter before. I saw blood, a woman and a man with a white and gold robe, no I have to focus now! I finally reached the bakery it had intense flames flickering everywhere. I had covered my mouth with my shirt and busted through the doors and saw the husband and wife on the floor surrounded by flames. I ran towards them 

"no,no,don't you two dare be dead." I crouched and put my ear over their chests I heard faint heart beats. 

"Oh thank God. Alright let's get you two away from the flames." I dragged them to the doors alright they're safe for now. 

"Marco! Leo! Where are you two? I heard bone chilling laughter behind me filling me with dread as I shakily turned around. A creature, no a demon, formed from the surrounding fire then it solidified into a demon with black scales, but were disrupted by many scars exposing its flesh. It had large blood red reptilian eyes with a toothy smile on its face. Showing its grotesque sickening yellow fangs. In its right hand we're Marco and Leo. 

"It's so nice to see you child of thunder." I tried to sound intimidating but it came out more scared than I would have liked. "Let them go or so help me I'll"-

"you'll what bravado me to death? Oh you have no idea how I've waited for day! Now I finally have my prey without any interference." 

"Let them go." 

"Hehehehe, you should choose your words better child but if you insist..."he opened his hand and let them fall. 

"NO!" I ran to catch them, but I got smacked by a giant back hand that sent me careening into a wall shattering most of my bones. The pain was so intense that I couldn't even scream, the most that came out was a quiet aaaaa....my vision began fading. So this is how I die heh, at least I can finally rest. Before I fell unconscious I saw a winged figure amidst the flames with two gold items in each hands the figure launched at the demon with a battle cry with that I finally passed out.