promise | boh rhap!roger taylor x reader
Pairing: Bohemian Rhapsody!Roger Taylor x Reader
Word Count: 2037
Request: Could you please do an imagine about being in a relationship with Roger Taylor? You love each other so much but you always fight really intensely too? The whole band gets involved because of how intense you guys are?
Warnings: N/A
A/N: First imagine back after a huge break so pls be kind lmao i’m still getting back into the swing of things. Hope you enjoy, please feel free to spam me with Bohemian Rhapsody requests, I wanna write so many more imagines for all the members so hit me up with any ideas you have! ( and feel free to send any non-boh rhap requests too )
To say that you were ‘a little pissed off’ would be to say that Freddie’s fashion sense is ‘only a little unique’. It was no shock to anyone that once again, Roger Taylor was the cause of your anger. Your relationship had always been a strange one; there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that the two of you were in love as anyone could be, but your fights were notorious for being more explosive than a nuclear bomb. Having matching personalities made the two of you as close as anyone could be, but matching personalities also came along with matching tempers. Brian, John and Freddie were no strangers to your arguments either. Sometimes they were caused by something as simple as Roger not tidying up after himself, or Roger getting irritated by how long you took to get ready. But other times they could be fuelled by something much worse. On this particular occasion, it had been one of the more extreme reasons. It was pretty well known that Roger was awfully popular with the female fans, he had been getting mounds of female attention even since the days of Smile. You had learnt to ignore it and brush it off because at the end of the day, you were the one he would be coming home to. However, sometimes it did put a strain on your relationship particularly due to the fact that Roger seemed to really enjoy the attention and never really learned where to draw the line with them for your sakes.
This time, a group of girls had immediately flocked Roger the second he stepped off stage after the show; that was nothing new to you, but what really stung was how Roger just cast you away and completely ignored you when you tried to congratulate him on the show in favour of the girls surrounding him. Of course you understood that the band had to be thankful for their fans and communicate with them, but that made it hurt no less when he acted as if you didn’t even exist. You took in a sharp intake of breath, biting down on your bottom lip to stop the tears building up in your eyes from spilling over. Grabbing your handbag, you quickly rushed away backstage, flashing your pass to the security guard as you zoomed past, just wanting to get somewhere alone. The tears in your eyes threatening to spill over eventually did as you flopped down on the sofa in the band’s dressing room, bringing your knees up to your body as you sat. In your head, you knew that it was silly to get upset over it because you knew that Roger truly did love you, but all of the doubts and horrible thoughts that had been building up across the time of your relationship all came flooding back together. Being the girlfriend of the Roger Taylor had its perks and obvious downfalls, there were a lot of jealous fans and tabloids just wanting an easy story that often said a lot of horrible things about you which often came flooding back at times like these.Your thoughts were interrupted as the door burst open with Brian and John stumbling into the room. The grins on their faces soon faded away as they spotted the look on your face, and they instantly came rushing over. Brian sat down on the coffee table in front of you, and John beside you on the sofa. “Y/N what happened?” John stumbled out, his words laced with concern.
You eventually managed to compose yourself and explain what had happened to John and Brian and you were met with the usual look of annoyance and lack of shock on their faces.
“He never learns does he?” Brian spoke solemnly, placing a comforting hand on your knee.
John sighed loudly, pulling you into a hug “I’m sure he didn’t mean for you to be hurt, he just doesn’t think sometimes.”
“I know, it just sucks when I see him surrounded by all of these gorgeous women I can never compete with. What if he changes his mind about me one day and goes for someone prettier?” You spoke sadly, resting your head on John’s shoulder.
“Y/N, Roger would have to be absolutely idiotic to ever swap someone as utterly incredible as you for one of those idiot gold diggers only in it for a shag.” Brian said with an endearing tone.
You went to reply when the dressing room door burst open once again, revealing Freddie along with the man in question, Roger.
“What the hell is going on here?” Roger questioned with a slightly raised tone.
“Just attempting to cheer your girlfriend up after you acted like a total prat...once again.” Brian shot back immediately.
“I think I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself thank you very much.” Roger snapped “What the bloody hell have I even done now anyway? I was just talking to some fans”
You stood up as Roger spoke, crossing your arms over your chest as you did so. “See Roger, it’s never just talking though is it? You completely shoved me to the side and acted like I was something you had just scraped off of the bottom of your shoe out there. It was embarrassing!” You yelled back, your hands balling into fists in your fit of anger.
“You’re not the only bloody person in the world you know? I do have a life outside of our relationship. Why do you overreact about everything?” By this point, both of you were on the verge of screaming and Freddie, John and Brian had long since snuck out of the room to avoid getting caught up in the crossfire.
“I’m not asking for everything to revolve around me twenty four seven Roger! All I want is for you to actually give me a shred of attention sometimes out there in front of those bimbos who only care about you because you’re hot and famous. How would you feel if I completely ignored you in favour of a group of guys that you thought were a hundred times better looking than you. I just want to feel good enough for you for once!” You shouted, with hot tears now running down your cheeks.
“Y/N I-” Roger’s tone softened as he went to speak; but you simply raised your hand, cutting him off before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind you.
After the argument, you returned to the home that you and Roger shared, spending your evening on the sofa in a bit of a sulk. It was about ten o’clock the next morning when you woke up after falling asleep on the sofa that night. You were rather unceremoniously woken up by Freddie kicking your door down, shouting for you to get your ‘sulky arse’ off of the sofa and into something pretty. It was moments like this that made you question why you had given the three other members of the band a key to your home.
“If it’s anything to do with Roger, I’m not going Fred.” You spoke in a deadpan tone with zero emotion on your face.
“No no, I want to take you somewhere.” Freddie replied flippantly before rather ungracefully dragging you off of the sofa and upstairs to your bedroom.
“Where on Earth could you possibly need to take me in such a hurry at ten o’clock on a Sunday morning?” You questioned with a raised brow, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
“Don’t spoil the fun with too many questions darling, just trust me and go along with it.” He replied with a mischievous grin, tossing an outfit at you.
“Trust you and go along with it? That’s usually the beginning of the end for my wellbeing when you say that Fred.” You called out from the bathroom as you changed into the jeans and shirt Freddie had picked out for you, grinning as you heard him chuckle at your remark.
Once you had gotten ready, Freddie had proceeded to toss you into his limousine, forcing a blindfold onto your face the second the driver took off. You eventually came to a stop after what honestly felt like an age, and Freddie attempted to gracefully guide you out of the car and into some building ( emphasis on attempted ).
“This scenario is the beginning of literally every serial killer movie ever made.” You chuckled, holding your arms out in front of you cautiously “If you murder me, I will come back and haunt you forever.”
You heard Freddie laugh quietly as he came to a sudden halt “Now stay exactly where you are.”
You could somewhat make out a few sounds as you heard Freddie’s footsteps move away from you, but you were still none the wiser as to where on Earth he had brought you.
“Freddie I-” You went to question your friends intentions when you were cut off by the sudden beginning of a piano sequence. You recognised the song in an instant, how could you not? An acoustic version of ‘I’m in love with my car’. You couldn’t help but let a soft giggle escape your lips, removing your blindfold as you heard Roger begin to sing. The view you were met with was simply breathtaking, Freddie had taken you to the bar where you had first met Roger but the room was covered in the most stunning little fairy lights and rose petals and a projection of all of your favourite photographs of you and Roger played behind the four of them. A few tears began to fill up in your eyes, threatening to spill over as Roger sang his utterly ridiculous yet brilliant song that he knew you loved so much. Roger’s eyes never once left yours as he sang every word, his notorious cheeky grin on his lips. As the song ended, Roger stepped down off the small stage, making his way over to you.
“Y/N, I acted like a total arse yesterday and there’s no excuse for it. Sometimes I’m an idiot and I lose sight of things, but there is never a single doubt in my mind that you are the most incredible, beautiful, talented and kind hearted woman I’ve ever met and that I want to spend every moment of my life with you. None of those girls that come to our shows and throw themselves at me will ever match up to you, not in a million years. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but don’t you dare ever doubt yourself again even for a second. I don’t give a shit what idiotic reporters or gold-digging fans say about you, nothing will ever change my mind about you. You make me a better man and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” Roger spoke softly, a look of complete adoration in his eyes. He took a deep breath before taking hold of your left hand, fiddling around with something in his back pocket with his other hand. Your eyes widened, your jaw dropping slightly as he pulled out a velvety red box.
“Rog. Wha-” You sputtered out as he opened the box
“Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to commit to marrying me yet.” He chuckled “It’s a promise ring, Bri told me about them. Its a promise of my commitment to you and a promise to one day when you’re ready, swap it out for an proper ring.” He finished with a nervous sort of smile on his lips.
A genuinely nervous Roger was something you had never really seen in your years of dating, it knocked you utterly speechless.
“This is the part where you say yes and get to the snogging.” Freddie called out causing laughter from both John and Brian.
“Roger Meddows Taylor. You are utterly insane.” You laughed, totally shell shocked “Of course I accept.”
A look of relief quickly washed over Roger’s face, a huge grin pulling on his lips as he slid the delicate gold ring onto your finger and Freddie, John and Brian burst into cheers.
“I love you to the ends of the Earth and back (Y/F/N)”