Prompt: "If you hate me so much, kill me already. It's not like I have anything to live for."
Pairing: female Y/N & Queen members
TW: Depression
Word count: 1,236
Your the best friend of Brian May, you two were inseparable all through the 50s and 60s, but when Uni hit, you two barely saw each other. When his band Queen got big, Brian had asked you if you could be the bands official roadie. You have a degree in engineering, you're always fiddling with something, and Brian had assumed that this would be a great job for you since they always needed something to be fixed or tweaked. At first it was the best, you got to tour with your best mate, but as time went on the more your depression took upon you. You barely saw your family, and your friends drifted away from you, not to mention everyone around you started families. On top of everything, your the only girl on the road, so your surrounded by men and their fragile masculinity. You pretended everything was fine in front of Brian, but he knew and tried to make it easy for you. The other members, not so much, they didn't know you like Brian did, they never really knew who the real Y/N were. The most pain for you was Roger. He was constantly creating a drum beat on everything. The constant noise irritates you. You told him to stop, but he never did. This time you were fixing an amp with Deaky, he likes helping you. Roger was beating his drum sticks on your tool box, which was loud and echoing.
"Can you please stop!" You glared at him as Roger smirked and pretended he didn't hear you.
"What's wrong Y/N, don't like music?" Roger teased as you huffed. You finally finished the amp, harshly cleaned your things, and went to your room as you threw yourself on your bed, tired.
"Knock, Knock," You heard a familiar voice as you chuckled.
"Come in Brimi," You laughed as Brian walked in with two mugs of hot chocolate, with whip cream like you always loved, and envelopes.
"You have mail," Brian sat next to you and gave you the mug first, "Plus it looks like Rog pissed you off, so I got you your comfort drink."
"Thanks," You chuckled, "How did I get mail?"
"It came with our fanmail," Brain shrugged. You had all sorts of stuff like letters from your mom, dad, and siblings, but the one that stood out was this thick envelope. Curiosity took the best out of you, and you opened it first. It was the invitation to a wedding. You read the names as your heart sank, its from your now ex-boyfriend, who broke up with you because he didn’t like you traveling with a boy band and your, or who you thought she was, your best friend. You only have been touring for a year and they are already getting married. You didn’t even know they were together. You felt a blade stab you in the back and went right to the heart.
“That- those- assholes!” Your frustration made you speechless.
“What, Y/N?” Brian asked as you showed him the invitation and Brian softly looked at you, “Y/N, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine,” you mumbled. You forced a smile to make it seem like you were alright to Brian as you felt yourself sinking into this dark hole.
Days later…
New city, same shit, you thought as you were now fixing Roger’s drum kit since he broke it last concert.
“Don’t break it!” Roger looked over your shoulder as you glared.
“Fuck off,” you scoffed.
“Someone’s feisty today,” Roger smirked as you rolled your eyes. Roger grabbed his drum sticks and started to hit them onto any surface.
“Y/N darling,” Freddie walked in with tea, “I haven’t seen you drink anything all day, you must stay hydrated.”
“Thanks Fred,” you smiled, taking the tea, then taking a soft sip.
“It’s her fault, she sleeps until we need her,” Roger shrugged as you bit your tongue. That is true, since the news of your ex and your best friend, all you want to do is sleep endlessly.
“We work her like a dog, excuse her for resting,” Freddie quickly stood up for you as you smiled.
“The tea is lovely, thanks Fred,” you softly smiled.
“Anytime darling,” Freddie quietly said, then walked off. He was always gentle with you. You went back to trying to fix Roger’s drum kit, but you were one cocky mark away from duck-taping the thing together and telling him to have fun. Roger started to bang his drumsticks everywhere again, and at this point you very much had it with Roger.
“Will you please go away or stay quiet!” You snapped.
“Time of the month?” Roger frowned as you stood up.
“You have fun putting this piece of shit back together, your the one that broke it!” You scoffed.
“Why am I killing you?” Roger sarcastically asked, “I mean your grumpiness is practically killing the fun of touring, if your that grumpy go back to London. If not I might wanna kill you.”
“Listen, If you hate me so much, kill me already. It's not like I have anything to live for!” You snapped, without thinking, it blurted out, and very loudly to the point everyone in the other room heard you. Roger’s face twisted soon as you said you had nothing to live for. His face then softened once he realized how you were really feeling. You felt the emotions you had buried come up.
“Y/N?” You heard Brian, you turned around to see him with the other two band members. You coughed to excuse yourself and went back to your room and locked the door. You slip down the door, balling your eyes out.
You fell asleep on the floor. The boys had to do their concert and Roger fixed his kit. When they were about to go on Freddie asked what had happened and Brian had told them what he knew. He knew you'd been upset and the news hurt you, but he didn’t know you were that low. After the concert, their manager suggested this high class fancy restaurant, but the boys passed by [insert ur fav takeout], Brian knew it was your favorite type of food. He demanded for them to go there, then they went back to the hotel. Brian knocked, but you didn’t answer. He tried to go in, but you locked your door.
“Y/N?” Brian asked as John, Freddie and Roger were behind him. Your a deep sleeper so Brian’s knocking and calling for you, didn’t wake you up.
“Y/N?” Brian said louder, as you were still soundly sleeping. The boys started to pound on your door. They had your food. The smell blew under the door and filled your nostrils. Your love of food woke you up, but then you heard the boys banging on your door.
“Jesus Christ, shut up can a girl sleep!” You yelled.
“Y/n?” The boys called out as you sheepishly stood up, unlocked the door, and opened it.
“This better be good, I was having a good dream,” you rubbed the tiredness out of your eyes. .
“We got you [insert ur fav dish],” Brian lifted the bag. As you smirked, you appreciated the small gesture. You invited the boys in, even Roger, and all watched some cheesy hotel tv as you ate your favorite food.
Hi, I love your work and can I perhaps request a daughter of Roger Taylor, perhaps the twin of Tigerlily, where reader is the quiet introvert type and she is the girlfriend of Ben Hardy. Where Roger is just this fluffy loving dad to reader as she is not as outgoing as her siblings and she lived with Roger permanently when he and Debbie ended things? 😄 I hope you are doing well 😄
Nothing to worry about...
Warnings: fluff (cute Roger), isolation talk
Roger Taylor!Daughter reader x Ben Hardy
"I can't wait to see you, love," Ben smiled at you over facetime.
You smiled back, "Me neither. I miss you like mad," You glanced up at the sound of footsteps coming toward you, "I'm sorry I'm not there with you and Frankie." You let out a soft sigh, guilt overtaking you as you thought about the situation you were in.
Ben shook his head as he reached out and stroked Frankie behind the ear. "Sweetheart, it's not your fault, you can't help the situation, can you?"
You shook your head, "I guess not,"
"I've told her a thousand times, Benny-boy, but she won't listen to me," Your father sighed behind you as he put the kettle on before he turned around and faced your phone, waving at Ben.
You rolled your eyes with a smile, "Yeah, alright, dad,"
Ben chuckled, "Does she ever listen?" He smirked.
Roger shook his head with his own chuckle, "Nope,"
"Like you then," You grinned at him.
"Oy!" Roger stuck his fingers in your sides and began to tickle you making you giggle and wiggle in your seat at the breakfast bar.
You pushed your dad away with a laugh, "Okay, okay," You smiled back at Ben, "I best be off, babe, gotta get some work done."
Ben nodded with a smile, "No problem, love. Speak to you later?" You hummed nodding, "Okay, bye Roger,"
"Bye, Ben," Your dad waved goodbye to him before he turned around to turn the boiling kettle off.
You waved goodbye to Ben, blowing him a kiss before ending your call and letting out a heavy sigh.
What a shitty time this was for everyone, and as much as you loved being at your dad's, you missed being with your boyfriend. Just before everything went tits up you were visiting your dad for a couple of weeks, having managed to get time off work for once to actually spend some quality time with him. You were only there a couple of days when the news broke and you had to stay put.
"It's not forever you know," Roger whispered as he placed a mug of tea down beside you.
You thanked him before nodding, "I know," You sighed.
Roger took a sip of his tea before letting out his own sigh, "C'mon, let's go see Fred,"
You nodded and followed Roger out the back door and down the garden to the statue of Freddie. You took a seat on the bench that was nearby and listened as your father spoke to Freddie, updating him on all your lives.
"You're a lot like Freddie, you know," Roger whispered as he took a seat next to you.
You looked up, "I am? How? I'm not exactly, outrages am I? Tigs has that covered," You chuckled.
Roger smiled as he shook his head, "No, you're right, but Freddie wasn't always like that. When he was around us, the people he loved, he was more, calm and happy, loving, funny... shy." He smiled as he thought about his old friend. "Freddie didn't always need to be loud to be noticed. His smile and charm were enough to hook people in."
You smiled softly at your dad before turning to look at the giant statue, a small giggle leaving your mouth as you thought about how ridiculous it looked sometimes. "Dad, do you think, do you think Ben is, happy?"
Roger frowned slightly, "How do you mean, love?"
"With me?"
Roger nodded, "Of course he is. He loves you, you can see that a mile off," Roger smiled putting his arm around you. "Why would you think he's not?" You stayed silent and wouldn't look at Roger, "Love? What's going on?"
You let out a heavy sigh, "I'm just worried. Compared to Ben's ex's, or Tiger-Lily... Even Rufus, or you, I'm not exactly, memorable." You frowned, "I'm the opposite, aren't I? And once I actually talk to him, he's probably, going to hate me,"
Roger rolled his eyes, "Does this, by any chance, have something to do with you being pregnant?"
Your eyes widened, "How do you-"
Roger chuckled as tightened his arm around you, "I might be seventy, love, but I still remember the signs," He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "And, what you're saying, is a load of bollocks."
"Dad," You gasped before you began smiling at him, "Rude,"
Roger chuckled, "Well, it is. You're just feeling, vulnerable and worried because, well, I'm sorry but it's your hormones. Ben, bloody love's you, love and he'll be thrilled. Stop, worrying, okay?"
You nodded with a smile, resting your head on his shoulder, "Thanks, dad... how do you, feel?" You asked nervously.
"What? About you having a baby?" He asked, smiling as you did, "I'm thrilled. You'll make a great mum."
You smiled lifting your head and looked at him as you cupped his bearded cheek, "You'll make a great Granpa," You grinned. "OH! You can dress up as-"
"PISS OFF! I don't look like Santa!"
You burst out laughing as Roger stood up and began to storm off back to the house. "Love you!"
@demo-wise requested. Would you mind writing something for college era Brian with a first date? Like all cute and nervous and shit? Thank you so much! You’re so lovely!
Brian fidgeted as he adjusted his collar not used to having the buttons be done almost all the way up, this was close to driving him mad. But he promised his mum he’d be decent when he picked you up for your date together. So here he is, with a button down done up, dress pants and all and his mum even went as far as to brush his hair back into a pony!
He’d been friends with you for as long as he could remember. He’d been so set on the band and school that you’d been shoved to the back burner but he missed his friend. Calls were all well and good but nothing beat doing something together face to face. Roger had often said you were interested but remained on the sidelines thinking it was Rog you’d be interested in. Little did he know that Rog meant him, Brian.
Brian knocked on the door to your house and drew a deep breath, it was just dinner and a movie, things you’d done before. So why is he so nervous? The answer came when you answered the door wearing the most gorgeous dress looking like you you were your own constellation, bright and beautiful filled with promise and light.
“Hey Bri,” you say with a shy smile as you feel your cheeks redden.
He breath a soft ‘hey’ as he gazed at you mesmerized at the vision you are. He shouldn’t be this nervous, he knows you! But he couldn’t help the clamminess on his palms and the giddiness he was sure would come through during the evening. This is a date! A date date! With a girl he liked and liked him back, he needed to make tonight something special...or well special enough for her to want to go out with him on a second.
“Bri what did you do to your hair!?” You asked trying to contain a giggle.
He gave you a bashful grin and shrugged.
“Mum thought I should make a good impression on our first date and insisted, and ‘helped’ in sleeking it back,” he said.
You shook you head at that and walked out closing the door behind you before walking up to him, “Bri...you’ve such gorgeous curls. I’ll never understand why anyone, you included, would do anything to them.”
Brian looked at you in shock, no one bar his mother had complemented his hair as you did.
“Next time we go out leave them unruly,” you said and took his hand to stroll into your date.
//00//00//
At the end of the date, Brian felt like he was as high as a kite in delight and affection for you. The date had gone better than well for both of them and the way he treated you sang his praises alone. The couple walked home hand in hand both feeling elated and calm as they approached your home.
Brian fidgeted some as they neared your door clearly out of his element at this point. He wanted to kiss you...and hold you as he did. He wouldn't push if you weren’t willing though–
His thoughts came to a full stop as you pressed a tender kiss on his lips.
“Goodnight Brian,” You said with a blushing smile, “Thanks for tonight! I really had fun. Hopefully for the next one we can go star gazing?”
With that she gave him another parting kiss goodnight and went inside.
Brian looked like he was imitating a tomato but the cat that ate the canary grin on his face showed how excited he is for the promise of more between them to grow.
request: She’s in the band (she plays the piano) and on live Aid, Freddie gets the crowd to sing Happy birthday! - @80s90steen
pairing: queen x female reader (platonic)
word count: 1.7k
warnings: fluff, a lil bit of crying, stage fright, anxiety, overall lots of fun & proud moments!
a/n: ok so all the boys supporting their younger girl band member is the cutest thing ever. i kinda made roger her closest band member? although all the boys are close tbh. i hope you like it, i worked really hard on this lol. (maybe i’ll do a backstory pt. 2 to this? leave some feedback)
The muffled music on the loudspeaker in Wembley Stadium gives you goosebumps, you sit in the trailer with the boys relaxing as you try to get your nerves to calm down. You couldn’t get over how Live Aid is broadcasted to billions of viewers across the globe, it doesn’t feel real.
The laughs of conversation of your band mates made you smile as you focus on their conversation, “What are you going on about, Roger?” Your accented voice fills their ears, you reach over to slap Rog’s arm.
“Just makin’ fun of how you’re zoning out, love.” He playfully tells you, that’s obviously not what they were talking about, right? You just roll your eyes at his comment. Although, the peaceful sound of Brian strumming on his guitar makes you feel less anxious.
A knock that sounds on the door of the trailer makes everybody shut their mouths. Jim gets up from his seat to answer it and before he could speak, Brian peeks his head around the corner of the doorway. “Hello, Mary.” He says with a grin.
“Hello Brian. We’ve just come to wish you good luck.” Her soft voice speaks which makes Freddie perk up and waltz over to her to give her a kiss on the cheek. Fred introduces Jim to Mary and David.
You can’t keep your hands still as your fingers absentmindedly ‘play’ the piano keys on your knees, almost like you’re practicing. Roger, being the closest one to you, notices and puts his hand on top of your fidgeting ones. “Calm down, we’ve done concerts before, right?” You just smile and agree. It didn’t really help much though.
Fred and you will be playing as a duo on the piano together for the opening song, Bohemian Rhapsody. It’s what you both always do. You notice Freddie usher Jim to go with Mary and David, leaving the band to themselves.
“What do we think of David?” Fred asks in thought as he leans back in his chair, you and Rog look at each other.
“Nice chap,” Brian says with a small smile as he nods, his curls bobbing along with it. “I think he’s gay,” Freddie says with a smirk. Roger chuckles in response. Everyone chats among themaldives, you join in on some conversations too.
“We’ll be on in about one minute.” The announcer tells the crowd, you can hear them all applaud out there.
Freddie looks over the band, “There’s no need to be nervous, loves. How many times have we done this? I cannot count on my fingers and toes.” He gives the band his famous grin.
He sends a reassuring nod your way when the door is knocked on once again; You just smile at him. Rog gets up as Fred leaves the trailer, taking his leather jacket off to hang to the crew member outside.
When you get up, you check yourself in the standalone mirror next to your seat. You’re wearing a fitted white v-notch neck tee that’s paired with high waisted denim cuffed jeans, layered gold necklaces, and white hightop chucks. “You look great, don’t worry.” Brian chuckles as he walks out after Rog and Deacy.
The crew members walking backstage all focus on the band, starstruck by the five of you. It felt nice to be back in this element. You watch as Fred jumps excitedly, pumping his fists back and forth in the air. John puts an arm around your shoulders as you all walk up the ramp, his own smile is big too. Everyone is so ecstatic.
“You ready, birthday girl?” He asks as you all near the white curtain, a man pulls it back for Queen to walk on the stage; Freddie being the first one out, not wasting any time.
The four of you lose your breath for a moment as you look over all the people, “Ready as I’ll ever be.” John pulls his arm off of you as he walks out to his bass guitar on stage, his hand coming up to wave. You take a deep breath and take a step onto the stage, the crowd screams as Queen begins to set up.
You wave with a big smile on your face, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you look over the crowd and blow kisses to the— Your signature move.
Freddie begins to play some keys on the piano, the crowd dying down slightly as they listen. You slide next to him on the piano bench as he starts to play the main notes to the song. Your hands instinctively play the right notes. You press the keys, creating a beautiful melody as he starts to sing. The stadium roars, you can’t help but get emotional.
Your vocals join in with Freddie’s as you sing, “Mama... Oooo ooo oo,” into the mic with him. His free arm slings around your shoulders as you both double task to play the piano and sing. You smile and lean into him for the last part, “Cause nothing really matters...” You move your mouth towards the mic to sing, catching Freddie’s eyes. You can tell he is so happy.
-
After Bohemian Rhapsody, you move over to the keyboard to play it as Freddie sings and prances among the edge of the stage. Your body bounces with the beat as your fingers press on the keyboard to create sound.
You sing into your provided mic, “All we hear is, radio gaga! Radio goo goo! Radio gaga! All we hear is, radio gaga! Radio goo goo! Radio blah blah!” You sing into the mic as you watch the audience clap.
“Radio what’s new? Radio, someone still loves you...” Freddie sings as he walks up to the drums then back down in front of them. “Loooooves....!” He sticks his tongue out at the camera before continuing, “Yoooooou!” Freddie gets down on the stage floor, extending the mic stick next to his leg.
Your hands pull away from the keyboard when the rest of the instruments cut off, rocking on your heels excitedly your hands pump in the air. Your eyes look over the band, your family. You’ve all come so far from the little pubs in London.
Rog catches your eye as he nods his head towards Freddie. You watch as he walks to the edge of the stage. “Ayo!” His magnificent voice sings. The audience instantly mimicked him making goosebumps stand on your skin.
You looked over at Deacy with a proud smile, he has the same look on his face. Freddie continues having the audience echo him. It is surreal how the audience reacts to him, how he controls what they say. “Alright!” He finishes with a smile, reaching the mic over the stage towards the audience.
“Hey hey hey hey hey! Hammer to fall!” On that cue, Brian and John start to play the guitar part as Roger hits his drums. Your hands go to your keyboard to play again.
-
“Loveys! Before we leave, I have a special request for you all today...” He trails off as he glances back at you, his chest heaving from extertion. The crowd cheers in response. “Before we leave, I have to announce that one of our band members is celebrating a very, very special day. Not only is it Live Aid day but its... her birthday.” He emphasizes the words as he points at you. Your cheeks instantly redden, shaking your head as you grin from ear to ear.
Freddie walks over to the grand piano, his hand expertly plays the tune to the ‘happy birthday’ song without looking. You walk in front of the keyboard as the rest of your band members come to stand next to you. Rog puts his arm around your shoulders with Bri next to you and Deacy next to Bri.
“Sing it!!” He screams enthusiastically into the mic. The audience and the boys sing along with him, “Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday, Miss Y/N Y/L/N...” His dark brown eyes trail to you, your own eyes obviously glistening with happy tears. “Happy birthday to you!” He presses some keys to finish the song before he comes running over to you.
He practically tackles you in a hug and almost lifts you up from the ground. Then the boys join in, you’re surrounded by them all; although it was definitely a very sweaty group hug. “I love you, boys!!!” You say so they could only hear.
“We love you too!” They said in unison before pulling away. You all walk confidently to the front of the stage to bow. Roger’s arm still around you as you both bow in unison. You raise your hand to blow a kiss to the crowd and wave. Roger walks with you off stage, his arm falling from your shoulder to go celebrate with the boys.
Your eyes search around for Freddie, seeing him talking to Bowie near the picnic tables. Your eyes light up as you jog over to them, not wanting to interrupt their conversation but you did anyway.
As you gain speed, you pounce onto Fred’s back and wrap your legs around his waist. A big smooch landing onto his cheek, “You did amazing, darling.” A nickname you’ve grown accustomed to. “As did you, lovely.”
Freddie smiles at your response. “You’ve met before right?” Fred says sarcastically.
“God, Fred... You’re putting me under pressure with that question!” You let out a faux groan. Your smile widened when you saw the pun click in their heads.
Brian comes up behind you three, “Wow, Fred. I don’t get that kind of treatment.” He motions towards you with his hand. “I’m just special.” You stick your nose up in the air with a smug grin.
“Oh okay. Mhm.” Brian has a mischievous smile on his face. Before you could question him, his hands clutch your waist to pull you off of Freddie. Of course, you didn’t want to drag Mr. Mercury down with you so you let go of him.
“Ya twit!” You yelp, pushing him away. You grab the scrunchy off of your wrist to tie your hair on top of your head in a side pony. “You’re gonna get it, May.” You started to run after him like playing a game of tag.
“Even in their early thirties, they still act like damn children.” Freddie scoffs, crossing his arms as he proudly watches you tackle Brian successfully.
“Ha! Even with those long legs, I still caught up to you!” You exclaim loudly, people sitting and some walking around all turn to stare but you couldn’t care any less.
request: Would you maybe be interested in writing something with Rog when he is like 27/28 and reader is just 19 and starting college and he is kinda protective over her and all because he is head over hills in love with her and is afraid that his past (with women) will scare her off but he knows she is the one? Or something similar. I will read anything you write really so no pressure or anything. I understand if you don't like the idea or something ❤️❤️❤️❤️
A/N: Love-ly! Lovely. I love this idea, sorta feels family-ish. I don't know. Hope this meets your standarts and that you enjoy. I feel lots of love right now although i feel shitty, mostly physically. I tried to find a nice picture of Rog in 1977, which is where he is 28 and uh, he still looks quite young, which is good, I love this picture. Happy reading!
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1977. The time 'flower-power' and rock'n'roll hit their peak and everyone was experiencing drugs, love and music. Although, there were people focused on studies and not wasting their youths away with psychedelic adventures. Yes, she enjoyed music as much as the next person, but she knew there would be a later time for having fun in her friends' way and being in the rock'n'roll lifestyle, she has to finish her degree to ensure a stable future for herself. But, the time of rock'n'roll for Y/N came sooner than she thought.
Roger Taylor of Queen had found her one day at a park while she was studying and completely lost all track of where was supposed to go and what he was supposed to do. She was breathtaking. The sun shining down on her hands and the book she read, her hair swaying just so in the soft autumn wind and a small smile on her face. Her gentle features held the look of determination and ambition on them. Roger smiled to himself and looked down, his hands in his pockets, and walked over to the beautiful stranger after silent contemplation in his head.
She looked up at him and her smile stretched wider, and she recognised him. Y/N knew who he was, but didn't let that impact her first impression of him and vice versa. Roger smiled and he looked not a bit older than her, his posture reminding Y/N of a shy school boy. “Can I—” he gestured for a spot across her on the grass, right where her book bag layed with the ends of her legs. “Sit down?” Roger finished his question and Y/N nodded, tugging her legs closer to herself while Roger sat down.
The question 'why me?' scratched at her mind as she watched the man in front of her. Because his already bright hair was brightened by the sun rays, he looked a bit etheral and she admired how he looked. Beautiful. She smiled and hummed to herself, which returned Roger's attention to her.
“What book are you reading there?” He asked and leaned his arms on his legs, leaning closer to Y/N. She looked at him a bit strangely, and for a moment the look seemed a bit angry, but she was really concentrated on her book. And due to the lack of sunglasses, Y/N's face was scrunched in the sun.
“It's about Ancient Greece's mythology.” Y/N responded. Roger nodded, impressed. “I've just started college.” She explained and Roger mistakenly raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes, but thankfully Y/N didn't see it. She really didn't look as young as to have started college, and now he's a bit worried that he came and sat next to her.
“Really?” He asked. Y/N nodded. Roger could see the excitement in her eyes, and he loved it. She was visibly keen to learn and study. Such a different characteristic from himself. “What are you studying?”
“Mm,” Y/N hummed, “currently world history and psychology. But I'll have to choose in which I have a degree eventually.”
“Ah, can't choose?” Roger asked with a cheeky smile, raising his chin, and Y/N nodded. They both shared sweet laughter, the sun making them look just like out of a movie.
“What are you doing here?” Y/N softly asked, tilting her head to the side and taking the man's features, trying to find out more about him from just the way he looked. Roger smiled and looked away.
“Had some free time,” he said, “and this park seemed the most unoccupied of all in London. Wanted some time alone.” Y/N raised her eyebrows and closed her book, starting to raise to her feet and taking her bookbag in hand.
“I won't be helping you with that.” She said and Roger suddenly panicked, standing up after her and looking at her a bit hurt and in fear.
“Wait, no, it's alright,” Roger started, “I chose to come here.” He argumented, reaching his hand out to touch Y/N's arm. She hung her bag over her shoulder and looked at Roger, a bit confused.
“I know.” She said. “And I have to go.” Y/N told him, and Roger furrowed his eyebrows for a second before drawing back a little and nodding.
“Oh, alright.” He responded. “A lecture?” Y/N gave a little chuckle in response and Roger almost lost his posture. She's so beautiful. She's the most beautiful.
She shook her head. “No, but I have studying to do, so it's time for me to go.” She replied. “I'll... see you around.” She said unsurely and began walking away, but Roger wasn't going to let this opportunity slide so quickly away. He wrapped his fingers around her arm, trying to be subtle and light. Y/N looked at him, and there was no hint of irritation on her face. Thankfully.
“Can I at least know your name?” He asked. She nodded, blushing a little. He wanted to know her name.
“Y/N.” She gave it to him. Roger smiled widely.
“That's beautiful.” He complimented her, and her cheeks tainted an even darker shade of pink. “I'm Roger.” He said and Y/N nodded. She wanted to say she knew, but she was sure it showed in her face. “Do you—”
“Yes, I might know a bit of who you are.” She said, nodding. Roger looked down and bit down on his lip, realising what it meant. She might reject him, she might know of his relationships and how he's not particularly... steady in them. But she seems different. She is different. Whatever may come hasn't started the way the previous relationships did, and it gives Roger a sigh of relief, giving him something new to hold onto.
Y/N didn't seem to be the girl he'd have his way with and doesn't seem the option to do it quickly, either. He felt different about her than all the other women. She was young, yes, much younger, but over the time they dated and were together, she proved to be older in mind than what her age might tell Roger. She was much more intelligent than all her peers and classmates that Roger had come in contact with, and it surprised him in a pleasant way.
They've been together for only eight months, and Roger is very sure of their relationship. His friends and bandmates tease him about it, knowing very well the characteristics of their drummer friend and his ways with women. But Roger had absolutely fallen for the innocent, young college student. She was like no other, and it pulled him towards her even more every day. Roger wanted everything with her. Everything that love could give, anything that she could give. Shared apartment, a car, pets, marriage, kids, legacy... Everything. He was craving it, and she had been the first one ever to plant such thoughts in his head. So Roger knew that she was really... the one.
For a stable eight month relationship, Roger has too many doubts. He thinks she doesn't want the same things he does, because she knows all too well his previous relationships. Especially the ones that felt right but which he fled last minute. Right before a big decision that might divide and turn around his life. And that's what she was afraid of - him running away.
“Really caught on that young girl, are you?” John asks, a hand on Roger's shoulder comfortingly. Roger looks up at him for a second, but looks back down at his hands, sighing.
“She's not just a girl, John.” He responds. “And stop with the young thing. It doesn't mean anything.”
“At least tell us this relationship is not one-sided.” Freddie says and Roger looks at him, fire and anger fueling the beautiful blue orbs.
“What the fuck, Fred?” He scoffs. Freddie rolls his eyes and turns away.
“You all know what I mean,” the vocalist replies earning grunts and sighs from the rest of the band.
“No, I don't.” Roger says. “Please, do tell.” His words are dripping with sarcasm, but he does want to know what Freddie means by his own words. Roger looks at Freddie, who slams the coffee machine down on the table and sighs heavily.
“Mutual consent, dear!” Freddie tells him in a reminding manner, raising his coffee cup and looking in Roger's eyes. He scoffs again and turns away.
“When have I not taken any girl's words or feelings into account?” Roger asks.
“I thought you said this wasn't just 'any girl'.” John replies and Roger shoots him an agitated look. That causes Brian to sigh and rub his eyes, and he stands up. He feels this is going nowhere.
“Look, Roger may be annoying and... pushing in ways,” Brian starts, which results in Roger groaning. Brian shoots him a look but carries on, “but he knows what consent is.”
“I never said he didn't!” Freddie defends himself.
“You just did!” Roger shouts in response. Brian groans and hangs his head down, John only stays aside, hating arguments.
“Okay, stop.” Brian raises his hands up, trying to stop the shouting match, and stands between Roger and Freddie. “Stop!” The guitarist shouts, which he never does, and that shuts up the drummer and the solist. Roger huffs and puffs and adjusts his shirt, keeping his gaze away from Freddie. “You,” Brian points to Freddie, “have to stop being so judging and accusing. Roger's a good person. And you,” he looks to Roger, “don't be so dramatic.”
“Well, I feel great when I'm called out for things that aren't true!” Roger shoots back angrily and Brian sighs.
“Look, mate,” Brian says, “we support you in every step of the way, alright?” He offers Roger kind words and eyes, and Roger bends his own will and looks at Brian shyly. “We just don't want you breaking any hearts and be known for it around the globe.”
Roger sighs. He knows what Brian's talking about, but this time the guitarist is wrong. The drummer shakes his head. “This is not the case.” He says quietly, and then he realises the next words he wants to say are true. The truest feelings towards her that he has. “I love her.” Roger adds in an even quieter voice.
That takes everyone by surprise, even Roger himself, widened eyes looking at the floor. John grips Roger's shoulder and smiles at him. “That's great, mate.” He says. “I'm happy for you.” Roger returns a small smile.
“Alright, I'm sorry.” Freddie says. “I shouldn't have said anything.” He apologises to Roger, and he watches the vocalist. “I'm sure she's lovely. I just pity all the good birds you lose for whatever reason it is each time.”
Roger nods. “Thanks.” He replies. “Thanks, guys.” Brian smiles and puts a hand on Roger's other shoulder.
“Well,” the guitarist says, “are we ever gonna meet her?” He asks and the band laughs heart-warmingly.
Rumors spread and the news travelled fast of Roger's and Y/N's relationship. She was the hot girl of university, everyone wanted to talk to her and spend time with her, even take photos with her on their cameras. The so-called 'popular girls' even became friendlier to her and wanted to know every detail of her relationship with Roger Taylor, like everyone.
She was getting tired of it at some point, but now she's used to being the almost-star of the school. Y/N's been very polite to her peers and fellow students about how she'd like to be treated, so there are less privacy intrusions and studying interruptions than before. But when Roger comes by her school, it's either complete mayhem or the deadliest of silences. Everyone either runs to the pair of them or keeps their distance, but looks and talks. Y/N feels like an alien by the way the other students look at her, and so she turns closer to Roger.
Roger is, of course, flattered by the attention and likes showing Y/N off at any opportunity. But he knows she doesn't like that much attention on her, especially not knowing who to trust of all the people she meets. So he shoos off all the papparazzis or media people or anyone who's bothering his girl. She loves it, but tells Roger there's no need. To which he, of course, argues.
This is the first relationship that Roger hasn't ever thought of running away from or going with someone else behind her back. And it feels safe, secure, stable. She's a safe haven for him at all times, Roger would casually slip through her dorm window to surprise her, or wait for her outside of school when her lectures end, if he ever misses her more than usual. And Roger misses Y/N every second they're away from each other.
He's bought them both a flat, actually. Her school's and his studio is easily accessible from it. Roger just hasn't told her yet, but since it'll be their nine-month anniversary soon, he will have the best chance to tell her. And he can't wait to see the excited look on his face, and neither can he wait for them both to live together. The couple might even get a dog, who knows?
Anonymous: Would you do Freddie/ John ? Maybe something sweet and tender like them laying in bed shrugging off some responsibilities for the day. With a splash of kissing. Sorry if this is what you meant for prompts.
A/N: Wow, I'm sorry this took a few days, I had so much trouble with it. I find writing for Deacy really hard since he was so private. I wanted to get something out for you though!!! I'll have a go at anything :D
"Mmmgh," Freddie mumbles something incoherent. "Go away," he grabs his pillow and tucks his head under it trying to block out the noise.
"Freddie. You need to get up," his partner chuckles quietly and leans up onto his arm, starting to trail gentle kisses down the side of Freddie's neck. "We're going to be late," he grabs onto his shoulder trying to flip him over.
"Wake me up tomorrow Delilah. We...we can do whatever it is then," Freddie yawns and is eventually forced to turn over onto his back and stare up at John.
"Did you just confuse me with your cat?" John pulls back.
"It's a compliment darling, not everyone can compare to Delilah," he shrugs it off and pats John in a reassuring way. "Now about what you were saying before, I don't care if we're going to be late. I don't plan on getting out of this bed for a long time yet." He watches as John swings both of his leg off the bed and slowly sits. "And you're not leaving either." Freddie reaches out and wraps his arms around John's waist pulling him back.
"Freddie, we can't just blow this off. You do remember what today is don't you?" John allows himself to be pulled back into bed and lay next to his partner.
Of course Freddie remembers. Miami had been reminding him about the stupid meeting every day for the past week. Four local radio stations wanted to meet together at the same time and interview the band about the new single. Boring. They also wanted to get a few lines recorded just a simple 'Hello this is Freddie Mercury and you're listening to blah blah blah on this station and that station'. Also boring. "Yeah, I'd rather just sit this one out love. Let Roger and Brian do it. I'm sure they can handle talking to a few people without messing it up."
"Freddie we really have-"
Freddie cuts him off, "no, we don't have to do anything. We're the band we make the rules. Honestly just tell me you don't want to go either, and don't lie to me. You're a terrible liar."
John sighs and rolls his eyes knowing that there's no way that he's getting out of this conversation. "Fine, you're right, I don't want to go." He definitely did not want to appear on a radio advertisement. He hated anything press or promotional related but always put up with it anyways.
"There we go!" Freddie claps his hands startling John and leans in to quickly kiss his boyfriend. "That's all I wanted to hear." He cuddles closer up to him and takes a moment to get comfortable, finding the best position is to lay his head on John's chest while throwing one of his arms around his waist. "Now," he yawns again. "I'm going to grab another hour then we can go bother Peter for some breakfast. How does that sound?"
