What about an imagine that takes place in like 1973 and the band goes to a pub and there’s a band preforming, but the drummer is a girl and everyone else in the band is a boy. And Roger is amazed by her because she drums as good as him. Then after the show he goes up to her and starts talking to her and asks for her number. And she says yes
In Sync- ( Roger Taylor X Reader Oneshot )
Word Count: 2K+
Warnings: None!!
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November 1973:
You sat in the back of your band Illusion’s van, clutching your drum sticks with your other band mates, John the guitarist (because every band needs a John), Ian the bassist, and Steve the singer as the four of you made your setlist for the night. You were pretty much finished, only needed to add in two or three more songs.
“So we’re definitely doing White Room by Cream, right?” You said. Being the only girl you had to be assertive.
“We always do, Y/N” Ian laughed. The four of them treated you like a sister; always making you feel right at home.
“I know, but it’s one of my best songs. I’m just making sure.” You said, punching him playfully in the arm.
“How about a Beatles song?” Steve asked.
“Aren’t we more Zeppelin than the Beatles, Steve?”
“Yeah, but we’re already doing three Zeppelin songs, and who doesn’t like the Beatles?”
“Good point,” John added. “So ‘Come Together’ it is?” the other three of you gave him an approving nod.
“We really should have one more, guys.” Ian said, counting your setlist.
“Say, what about that song the drummer sings from that new band Queen that just put out their first album? You know, the one that plays over at Imperial all the time?” You said.
“Oh yeah, the one Freddie’s in?” Steve asked. Him and Freddie used to work together at the airport.
“Yeah. What about Modern Times Rock and Roll? Their drummer has a pretty good voice. He always sings a song at their concerts.”
“Would you sing it, Y/N?” Steve asked.
“Oh, well, I-” you stuttered. You wanted to sing it, but were nervous to ask the others. Typically Steve was the only one who sang. Illusion wasn’t like Queen.
“You can if you want, Love.”
“Really?” Your face lit up.
“ ‘Course. Might be nice for a change.” He smiled.
“Thanks,” You said hugging him. “Would you all mind running through it once? Just so we make sure we’re all together and so I can practice singing?”
They all nodded in approval as you started to unload your gear into the presently empty bar, ready to prep for your upcoming gig.
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Roger and the boys of Queen had just finished a set at Imperial College. Though it started out as a smaller gig, with the release of their new album their popularity began to grow, and little by little their followers seemed to grow as well. After packing up the van, Brian suggested walking to the bar down the street to celebrate their performance, to which the other three members happily complied.
When they arrived outside of the bar, the band performing inside was booming- the bass and drum beats soaring over the loud hum of the crowd.
“They’re good, aren’t they?” John smiled as they waited in line to enter the bar.
“Yeah, I mean from what we can hear they sound great,” Brian laughed. “Well they’ve drawn quite a crowd, haven’t they? They can’t be that bad with all these people here.”
Freddie was eager to find out who was performing; budging to the front of the line to see the name of the band on the poster next to the door. “Guys!” he smiled, running back to his mates. “My old friend Steve is the lead singer of that band! We used to work together at the airport! We’re not waiting in this stupid line. After all, we’re her royal majesty.” He flourished as he dragged the other three to the front of the line, earning lots of eye rolls from his band mates and spectators alike. Freddie always got what he wanted, so through a little convincing and proving he really did know Steve, the bouncer reluctantly let the four of them enter the bar.
They walked in looking to the stage at the other side of the bar, smiling to see the band doing an amazing rendition of Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin, the four of them starting to sing along to one of their favourite songs.
Roger noted that the drummer was superb- playing perfectly on the beat yet adding the perfect flourishes when there was space too, yet when he looked to the stage he couldn’t see anyone.
How odd, he thought. Whoever they are, they must be short. Yet no later did he brush away the thought and join his mates at the bar.
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After about fifteen minutes or so, the four of you went into ‘Come Together” upping the tempo and drum beat a bit to make it more of a glam rock type song, earning high praise from the crowd as they seemed to like your version of such a well known song. You ended the song going directly into a drum solo, the crowd hooting and hollering as you played difficult beats.
As Roger listened to your incomparable solo, he couldn’t help but let his curiosity get the best of him and have to get up to see who was sitting behind the kit. When he walked to the front right of the crowd, he was shocked to see you, a girl, doing some of the best drumming he’d ever seen. In all honesty, you were the first person he’d heard play as good as him in a very long time. He was in awe. On top of it, he couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous you were as a brad of sweat dripped down your forehead; a look of intense focus on your face as you banged out a shockingly fast rhythm, coming to the end of your solo. He never found someone so attractive in his life.
By the end of your solo Steve had set up a microphone for you so you could sing for Modern Times Rock N’ Roll.
This is it, it’s now or never.
When you finished your solo and the crowd applauded you were dying of heat, the object of singing a song while playing right now seemed virtually impossible. As you downed your water bottle you took off your t-shirt, leaving you in a sports bra as the audience whistled at your audacity.
“Ready boys?”
They looked back at you with a nod.
“A-one, two, a-one, two, three four!”
And with that you started Modern Times Rock ‘N Roll, coming in to sing for the first time in front of a crowd, the feeling making you liberated and play harder than you ever had before.
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Roger was completely speechless. First you take your shirt off, and then you play a Queen song. But not just any Queen song.
His song.
His mates came up behind him, Freddie grabbing his shoulder. “There you are, Rog! We were looking all over for you!”
“They’re playing our song!” John smiled.
“I know, I know.” Roger laughed, trying to hide that he was equally, if not more excited about it than they were.
“She’s pretty good, isn’t she, Rog?” Brian asked.
“She’s great.”
As you finished the song, the crowd erupted in applause, you standing up and taking a bow as Steve took the microphone back.
“Thank you everyone! That was featuring our amazing drummer, Y/N Y/L/N, give it up for her one more time!” The crowd roared. “That was Modern Times Rock ‘N Roll by a new band called Queen. They’re a friend of mine so go check them out. Oh! And while I stood to the side as Y/N took vocals for a song, I noticed a good friend of mine standing over there to the right, ladies and gentlemen Mr. Freddie Mercury and his mates of Queen!” The crowd cheered again as the four of them laughed and waved to the people around them.
You felt the blood rush to your face in embarrassment. Not only did you just play in the presence of one of the best drummers you’d ever heard, you played his own song in front of him. Does it get more embarrassing?
“Alright loves, we’re going to take a fifteen minute break, thank you!” Steve shouted as the crowd cheered.
As you stepped back stage, wiping the sweat from your face, you decided to just put your leather jacket on, you were over the shirt.
“Come on, Y/N! Steve is going to introduce us to Queen!” Ian yelled.
“Oh that’s alright,” you laughed. “I’m just going to get a drink at the bar.”
“Don’t you want to meet them?” John asked.
“Well, yeah, but I just sang and played one of their songs. Little awkward if you ask me.” And plus, you thought. Roger Taylor is incredibly attractive. After singing his song I don’t know how I’d even be able to speak to him right now.
And so, as the guys hurried out of the room in the back you emerged into the crowd and found a seat at the bar, ordering a beer. As you waited, a hand was placed on your shoulder, making you jump in shock.
“Oh, sorry, Love. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
It was him.
It was Roger. Fucking. Taylor.
“Oh, no, uh. You’re fine.” You laughed nervously.
“I’m Roger. Roger Taylor.” He said sticking his hand out to you as he grabbed the stool next to you.
I know.
You shook his hand as you tried to calm yourself down.
You can do this, Y/N. You can speak to him.
“I’m Y/N.” You smiled.
“You’re an amazing drummer, Love. I mean really, like wow. I was in shock.”
You laughed at his candidacy. “Well I guess I could say the same thing,” you giggled.
“Yeah, about that. You played my song.” He smiled.
Oh god, here we go. Time to hear how terrible I did from the person who wrote it.
You nodded; completely unable to come up with words.
“It was great. I mean, you were great. Really, I haven’t heard someone drum like I do in a long time. You’re really great, Y/N.”
“Well thank you,” you blushed.
“No shirt still?”
You looked down, immediately wishing you had your shirt on, yet knowing that if it was any other person in front of you you’d be completely comfortable in just your bra. You were nervous in front of him, desperately wanting to make a good impression because of your attraction to him, even though you usually controlled every conversation you were a part of because of your reigning confidence. Ultimately, in your moment of brief internal panic, you decided it’d just be best to be yourself in front of him, no need to change for a man.
“Yeah, shirts are over rated.” You smiled.
“Must be a drummer thing,” he winked, opening his gold embroidered flower patterned jacket to reveal his bare skin. “Listen, Love, I have to be honest with you. Besides the whole drumming thing, I think you’re incredibly attractive, I mean look at you. You’re absolutely gorgeous. I was wondering if I could get your number, maybe we could go out some time, get a drink somewhere?”
“Really?” You said, shocked. Roger Taylor wants to go out with me?
“Really.” He smiled.
“Well then, of course.” You scribbled your name and number on a napkin with a heart as he put it in his pocket.
The two of you continued talking for a while you noticed Ian waving you back to finish your set.
“Oh, Roger, I’ve loved talking to you, but I’ve gotta go finish playing. I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah, and just look to the front right; I’ll stay watching the whole time.” he smiled.
“Say, we’ll be done in about 45 minutes, would you like to get a drink when we’re done, Rog?”
“I’d love to.” He smiled. “Now go knock ‘em dead.” He said, leaving a peck on your cheek.
“Could you hold my jacket?”
“ ‘Course.” He said as he watched you take it off and hand it to him. “Break a leg, Love. I’ll see you after.”
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A/N: This is adorable thank you for reading!!! for some reason it wont let me do tags rn, ill do them tomorrow
Summary: Reader is an emerging actress who met Roger at a premiere of one of her movies. They immediately clicked and now they have been in a relationship for almost a year. There’s only one big problem: the reader isn’t the only woman in Roger’s life. In fact, he is married and has a child. That makes them keep their relationship a secret to the world.
In the series, I imagined Roger to be 32 years old while the reader would be 27.
A/N: And here it is, late as always, the new chapter!
English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for any mistake.
Hope you like it and don’t be afraid to let me know what you think!Have a nice day xx
Warnings: mention of sex, be ready to get your hearts broken.
Words: 2.6k
Call your girlfriend
It's time you had the talk
Give your reasons
Say it's not her fault
But you just met somebody new
Don't you tell her how I give you something that you never even knew you missed
Don't you even try and explain how it's so different when we kiss
Call your girlfriend
It's time you had the talk
Give your reasons
Say it's not her fault
But you just met somebody new
And now it's gonna be me and you(x)
You sighed in relief when you heard some knocks at your door “Finally you’re here” you said opening and seeing Roger standing outside. “I need you to sit on my luggage so I can close it” you kept telling him while walking back to your bedroom. “Well, hi, it’s really nice to see you too” he chuckled softly while following you, you stopped and turned around smiling. “Sorry” you pecked his lips “Good morning love.”
“Did you left something in your wardrobe?” Roger asked scratching the back of his neck.
“Oh, I really want to see how many luggage you have with you”
“But I’m going on tour” he said sitting on your suitcase.
“And I’m coming with you, I need a different outfit for any concert” you chuckled and started to zip the suitcase. “So, how are you?” You both knew your question was to know how things have been between him and his wife. “Good.” That was the only thing he was able to say and, as silence started to fall between you, he spoke again “We’d better leave before we will late for the flight.” You nodded and got up from the ground.
As Roger helped you taking your luggage you both walked inside the elevator, you were softly humming, your back laid against the elevator wall when you saw Roger looking at you and smiling at you. “What’s that smile for?” you chuckled.
“I’m happy.”
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You sat down on one of the seat as Roger got in the one next to you “I would propose a toast” Freddie said standing up and gave each of the members a glass, filling it with champagne “To (Y/N), who is joining us on tour for the first time and that joined the Queen plane for the first time. Welcome on board love” he grinned lifting his glass. You smiled softly sipping from your glass but you felt uncomfortable, for the first time you felt out of place.
One hour and many glasses of champagne later Roger’s hand couldn’t stop roaming your tight. “I’m bored” he murmured. “We can play scrabble” you looked at him and he shook his head “You could help me with my crosswords” you suggested. “What about if you join the mile high club?” he whispered in your ear, you looked around, Brian was reading a book, John was sleeping and Freddie was browsing some magazines. “We can’t Roger” you whispered back “Oh come on” he groaned as his hand on your tight moved upper. “Roger skipped some turns, so it would be fair for him to get in the club today” Freddie not leaving his eyes from the magazines, of course, he would be listening to you two. “Turns?” you frowned looking at Roger. “Do you really think he’s the only one who enjoys it? We rotate, and this is Roger’s turn.” Freddie explained. “This is disgusting.” You stated.
“You’ll love it.” The drummer said getting up from his seat and holding his hand out for you.
“I can’t believe I’m actually doing it” you shook your head following him to the small toilet.
As soon as the door behind you was locked Roger’s lips were on yours and his hands under your dress. As he tightened on your hips he lift you making you sit by the sink, you left some open-mouthed kisses down his neck, you were already turned on by all his lust. He pulled away lightly from you as he started to open his belt, you wanted to lift your dress up to your ankles but as you moved to make it go past your bottom you slipped from the sink. Roger’s arm held you from your waist, preventing you from falling on the ground and you couldn’t help but laugh from the scene, he holding you as his jeans were town to his ankles, your dress pulled up and your hands gripped on the sink to hold you up. “I must admit it was pretty uncomfortable up there” you chuckled looking up at the blonde who shook his head while smiling. “Let’s try like this” he made you turn around, your back was against his chest, your hands on the sink as you bent as much as the small place let you, you had to bit your lip not to laugh again at the less agility you showed before, “I imagined it to be sexier” you joked. “Oh shut up” Roger laughed against your skin as he kissed you down the back of your neck.
“Welcome to the club darling” Freddie chuckled as you got your way back to your seat and in the corner of your eye you could see that Brian was smirking while he kept reading his science book. “Can we please stop talking about this?”
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You saw Roger walking towards you as he got off the stage, locks of his hair were stuck on his forehead, he was wearing no t-shirt and you could see his skin glimmer under the light. Once he finally got backstage to you his arms wrapped around your waist as he slightly lifted you up from the ground. His lips found yours in a quick kiss and you pulled away, afraid that someone could see you. “So, how was the show?” he asked smiling still holding you close to him. “Amazing, as always” your feet touched the ground again and you looked around hoping that no one saw that scene, Roger held your hand guiding you to his dressing room. “Does it mean that I’m getting a reward?” he asked closing the door behind him. “Oh no sir, you already played your card this morning on the plane. No more sex in a bathroom for today.” You said grinning as you sat down on the couch. “And who said it has to be in the bathroom, we have the whole dressing room for ourselves.” He got dangerously closer making your noses touch “You can’t tell me to contain myself when you’re wearing that dress” You exactly knew what you were doing by wearing that red dress which showed enough of your skin to make the drummer fantasize about you, you knew the reaction you would have got, that’s why you decided to wear it. “You’re all sweaty and sticky, I don’t think I want to ruin this dress in this way” you joked looking at him and Roger shook his head sighing “You are causing the death of a man, just know it”. “The night is still young darling” you pecked softly his lips “Now go freshen up we have a party waiting for us.”
The party venue was close to the concert arena so, instead of taking the car, you both decided that you could walk there, “Are the guys already here?” You asked as you approached the entrance. “Hmmh” Roger mumbled, luckily you wouldn’t have been left alone as Roger would have to go to talk with other people. You always tried not to make it obvious that you two came together, at times he went there first and you walked in some minutes later, other times you would go straight to Freddie and he would talk with some friends, you never got too close when you were talking with people, no touching, just some looks now and then. That’s why you were taken out of guards when Roger decided to hold your hand at the hall not leaving it as you walked in. “Rog, people can see us” you tried to let go of him but his grip didn’t let you. “I don’t care, don’t worry about it.” You couldn’t help but feel a knot on your stomach and Roger could tell you were tense and he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand hoping to make you feel better “Most of the people here are already drunk, they won’t realise anything.” You just nodded and walked side by side with him towards the other band members “Look who decided to show up” Freddie said almost screaming catching the attention of other people who turned to look at you, you quickly took your hand off from Roger who this time wasn’t quick enough to keep it. “Do you want something to drink?” the music was loud and he had to get closer to you so that you could hear him. You just nodded biting your lip and moved closer to Freddie. “The show was great guys, I think one of your best so far.” They smiled nodding “Yes, I think that tonight we had the right amount of energy” Brian agreed.
“Also the fact that it was the first gig, a fresh start, counts a lot.” John added.
“Here your drink love” Roger came back holding two beers in his hands and you took one of them. He sat down on one of the stools listening to what the guys had to say about the concert and the ones that had to come, then you felt his hand on your waist as he pulled you between his legs making your back lay against his chest, his chin laid on your shoulder as he held you close to him, your muscles tensed again. “Relax” he whispered in your ear as his hands caressed your hips. Your hands travelled to his ones laying above them intertwining your fingers, you really wanted to loosen up but your brain seemed to be against your willings. “Do you want to go out for a smoke?” Roger asked feeling that you were still uncomfortable. You just nodded and followed him to the back of the building. “So” he said taking his pack of cigarettes handing you one of them. “What’s wrong?” he asked laying his back against the wall while lighting up his cigarette and handing you the lighter after that. “Rog, we were in a room filled with people and you kept acting as we were together.”
“But we are together” he shrugged and you looked at him with a disapproval look “You know what I meant.”
“And I told you that no one would care, who cares with who I am?”
“Then why back home you never acted this way?”
“Because there are people I know and that knows Dominique and they could go and tell her.” You stayed quiet and looked at the ground while puffing some smoke out of your mouth. Sighing softly Roger laid his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him. “Do you want to go back to the hotel room?” you nodded and he kissed softly the tip of your nose causing you to smile. “I’ll call the driver.”
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As you step into the hotel room you let out the breath you didn’t even realise you were holding. Two arms wrapped around you and finally, your whole body relaxed against Roger’s one, your eyes closed as his nose rubbed against the crook of your neck. “I love you” he whispered leaving kisses down your shoulder which was covered only by the dress strap. You didn’t reply lost in his touch and in the thoughts about the eventful night that still ran your mind. His hands then moved to the zip on your back as his lips left kisses on every inch of your skin that had been revealed from the dress. Your fingers went to your shoulders pushing the shoulder straps down to your arms. Only when the dress fell down, revealing your naked chest, you turned around facing Roger, your hands on both of his cheeks as you kissed him deeply, with a kissed filled with love. When both of you were left wearing only your underwear he motioned you to jump lightly so that he could lift you up, with your legs wrapped around his waist and holding you close he moved on the bed sitting on the edge of it. You looked down at him pulling a strand of his hair away from his forehead “I love you too” you whispered as you looked him in his blue eyes. He smiled widely pulling you down with him and you stood there just looking at each other, not saying a word, for minutes. You didn’t need words, you could feel his heart beating for you against your chest “Don’t ever leave me” You whispered in his ear, because you realised at that moment that you couldn’t bear to lose him, to live without him. You wanted him to be only yours more than ever and for the first time you didn’t think that he had a wife back home, for the first time that night he made you feel like you were the only one in his life. He made you understand that he was feeling the same thing by the way he made love to you that night, his fingers intertwined to yours never left your hands, and if they did it was to run through your hair. His eyes were always on you, his forehead always against yours or hidden on the crook of your neck. He kept repeating how much he loved you with each slow thrust into you and you did the same with your hands on his back to hold him as close as possible to you. His face against his chest, your hands through his hair and you moaned each other’s name in unison as you both came undone at the same time.
You were laid side by side, your arm over his waist as his arm was wrapped around your shoulder. Roger looked down at you as you were drawing some circles with your fingertips on his chest, his fingers were stroking your arm while his lips were against your head which laid on his chest.
“Marry me.” It was a whisper, but you heard it. You looked up at him meeting his ocean eyes “Did you hit your head somewhere?” you asked chuckling but he shook his head. “I’m serious (Y/N), marry me.”
“You can’t ask me such a thing while you’re still married to another woman” you sighed softly.
“After that I will break up with her, marry me” he never stopped looking at you but you had to look away, you couldn’t reply to him because you knew that him leaving his wife was still an uncertain thing.
“Promise me you will always be mine” and you looked back up at him, hope in his eyes, and you whispered “I promise.”
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The following day you were woken up late in the morning by someone banging repeatedly against your door “Rog open this fucking door” You both groaned hearing Freddie’s voice. Roger got up from the bed and put on his boxers after going to the room door. “What do you want Fred?”
“You are in deep shit mate” and then there was silence.
The drummer walked back to your bed, a newspaper in his hand and he gave it to you. Hesitantly you took it from him and read the front page “Roger Taylor all cosied up with TV actress (Y/N). Wasn’t he married?” Under the big title, there were photos of you Roger talking and the one where he kissed your nose “People attending the party said that the two had been really close at the venue, holding hands and cuddling all the time.”
Then the phone rang and you looked at Roger, he stood still for a few seconds before picking it up. “Hello?” silence as he listened to the person on the other line. “Hi Dominique.”
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Warnings: None! Talk of sex, bad words, but really just loads of fluff.
Word count: 4K
Plot: This is based off of @yourlocalmusicalprostitute ‘s request which read “Plz give me bad-ass hard to tie down reader that Roger cant help but chase after cause he likes a challenge” which then inspired me to write this based off of the song Unforgettable by Nat King Cole, so give that a listen while reading. -C
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June, 1975
“Unforgettable, that’s what you are,”
The song played on a loop each time he saw you.
Each time he thought of you.
So basically every minute of every day.
But this time, sitting in the lounge of the bar in the early hours of the morning with his band mates, all of them too exhausted to get up and move from their show just hours before and a couple of days of partying, so the four of them just sat in the cushioned, velvet booth, silently enjoying their drinks. Roger had zoned off when he saw you leave with some guy you’d been talking to all night.
Again.
And now he was fantasizing, thinking of that song.
Your song.
He knew it was never going to happen; you were always onto the next thing, not an easy one to catch. But still, the thought of it was nice. Made him smile.
“Roger!” Freddie yelled, snapping a finger in his face as he was reeled back to reality.
“So… who’s got your mind this time?” Brian teased.
“Oh shove off guys,” Roger blushed.
“Who is she?” John egged on.
“ ‘C’mon, Roger.” Freddie started. “Nothing to be ashamed of. Who’s the lucky lady? There’s a new one every night?” His question send the other two into a spiral of laughter.
“It’s not like that,” Roger said, attempting to hide his blush.
“Then what’s it like, mate?” Brian pressed.
“It’s Y/N, okay?”
“Again?”
Roger nodded.
“God, Rog,” John added, “you bring her up like-“
“Yeah, every week, John. I know.” Roger sighed.
“Darling, you’ve got to say something soon. Why haven’t you? You’re desirable?” Freddie said.
“Because It’s Y/N. She’s… untouchable.”
“Um, you’re a rock star, Rog.” Brian said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I know, I know. But she’s rich, her daddy’s got money. She does what she wants, when she wants to.”
“But Darling, we’ve been friends with her since college. The two of you especially.” Freddie smiled.
“I know.”
“And she follows us around because you told he she could.”
“Because she wanted to,” Roger corrected. “And I wanted to see her all the time. But it’s been how long, three months now we’ve seen her go off with a different guy every night? And I’ve been that guy how many times?”
Silence.
“Exactly. None. It’s getting exhausting.”
“So, why don’t you just tell her how you feel, Roger? That’s what I did with Veronica, and you’ve got much more confidence than I ever will.” John admitted.
“I- I can’t. Not when it comes to her.” Roger sighed. “You know what guys, I’m exhausted. I’m gonna go back to my room.” He moped.
“Hey mate,” Brian said, grabbing his arm as he walked past him. “Just think; just two more weeks until the tour is over. Then you can get out of this funk.” He smiled sympathetically.
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As Roger boarded the elevator, he couldn’t help but think of you. Think that you were in the same building, on the same floor his room was on.
It drove him crazy.
As he walked down the hall to his room, he stopped for a moment, gazing down one door and across the hall to your room, considering knocking; catching you in the middle of the act with the bloke who you’d been seducing all night in efforts to take a hit at your reigning ego, but in retrospect, what would it all be for? To improve his own state of mind?
With a groan of frustration he un-locked his door and stripped to his boxers, shutting off the lights and flopping onto his bed.
In the darkness, his mind wandered as he found himself too hopelessly enamored with you to fall asleep. He wasn’t one to fall head over heels for someone, it was usually quite the opposite. Girls always fell head over heels for him, all except for one girl.
You.
It drove him mad, but some part of him couldn’t get himself to stop chasing you. To stop saying yes to everything you asked for. Maybe he liked the chase, the fact that you didn’t want him made him want you more.
Or did you want him?
At this point, he wasn’t sure anymore. It was all so confusing. Every morning, Roger woke up to a knock at the door, you, in your 1920’s night robe, coming to give him a back massage. It made every day worth getting out of bed. The ‘20’s robe suited you; you always had given off a sort of modern day flapper vibe, you know, hard to tie down, just looking to have fun, pretty, naive but seductive. All of it.
The back massages confused Roger, it was like you were his in the morning, but at night you were a free bird, trying to catch another new breath of wind for the night, yet in the mornings you always came back. Maybe that was why he also had so many one night stands, to mimic you. Show that he was just as free willed. Or maybe it was to forget you, to prove to himself that he could move on from you.
But he never could.
In all honesty, he hated one night stands. The king of one night stands hated them, all because he only had one girl on his mind.
His mind couldn’t help but drift to the image of you as he groaned in disbelief of his unfortunate position. There wasn’t one thing he could think of that he disliked about you. He loved your body; had been craving it for years now. Your face was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on, your hair like perfectly spun silk, always effortlessly framing your face. He loved the way you dressed, it looked vintage, and classy, yet undoubtedly sexy. You knew what you were doing with your sheer tops and skirts that were custom hemmed almost too short. The only way he could think to describe your style was classy (but not too classy) rocker.
He glanced at the alarm clock, realizing he’d been fantasizing about you for a full hour without any glimpse of sleep in his near future, so he got out of bed and put on a pair of pants and decided to go for a walk.
When he opened the door to his room, he glanced down the hallway toward yours, realizing the door was left open, immediately worried for your well being, so he rushed over, and didn’t see anyone in the main foyer of your room, so walked in. He walked into the bedroom, mind panicking as he saw no trace of you and noticed there was no light on in the bathroom, until he felt a burst of wind, jumping from the ruffle of the large white curtain which covered the sliding glass door. He turned to the balcony to see your silhouette leaning against the railing in your sheer, 1920’s robe, figure completely illuminated by the moonlight as the wind blew your hair back. He stepped closer, knocking at the glass door to announce his presence, which made you jump in surprise, eyes immediately flicking open.
“Sorry, Love. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled, walking on the balcony as you pulled him into a tight embrace.
You let out a breath of relief that it was just your friend, his sudden appearance knocking you out of your trance like state. “Thank god it’s you,” you smiled. “I was just enjoying the night. Come with me.” You said, grabbing his hand as you pulled him to the edge of the balcony.
Then, as you turned, he felt something small and hard brush his chest and looked down, the moonlight illuminating your breasts as you turned. You didn’t have anything on underneath your robe.
Anything.
Not even panties.
His breath hitched in his throat; he’d never seen you nude before. You always had a nightgown on when you’d come to his room in the morning.
“What are you doing up so late, Roger?” You asked as you looked at him. Your words snapped him from his trance as you admired his moonlit beauty.
“Oh, uh- just couldn’t sleep.” He tried to avoid to keep his hungry eyes off you, yet couldn’t help himself. “Say, why was your door wide open? I shut it behind me.”
“Oh,” you said, letting out an airy laugh. “I was bored. Just wanted to see who’d come in. I didn’t think anyone would, yet sure enough, look who came. Guess I was kind of hoping you would.” You laughed.
You hoped he would?
“Well, you shouldn’t leave the door open like that, Y/N,” he laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s dangerous, Love. If something happened to you while on tour I think your dad would have my head.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” You smiled. “I’ll be more careful next time, promise.” you said, creeping on your tip toes to peck a kiss on his cheek, breasts bouncing as you feel back down.
“You said you hoped it was me, Y/N. Why?”
“Been wanting to talk to you. You seem like you always have something on your mind, it’s like you don’t want to be around me anymore. What’s up with you?”
Wow, you couldn’t be more wrong, he thought.
“Oh, course I wanna be around you, Y/N. Think I’m just sad that the tour is ending.” He lied, thankful that it seemed believable. You seemed to accept his answer, but tentatively. You could still tell there was something up with him, but decided not to press; leaving the two of you in silence as you appreciated the beauty of the night.
“Oh.” You said with a simple pucker of your lips as you shaded your eyes from him. You could tell it was something more. The two of you stayed in silence for a moment. “Then why don’t you look at me? Why do you shy away from me? Avoid me? It’s like you don’t even want to think about me anymore, Roger.”
“Believe me, Y/N, I think about you all the time.” he muttered.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he blushed.
“No, say what you said again. I’ve gotta make sure I heard you correctly.”
He let out a breath of air, “I said I think about you all the time, Y/N.”
“Then what’s with you?”
“What’s with me?” He scoffed. “I’m not the one taking a different guy to my room every night, I think I should be asking you the same question, Love.”
“That’s what this is about?” His look away from you seemed to confirm your question, so you continued. “I kept going, you know, bringing more and more guys back with me because I thought you didn’t care. Wanted to catch your attention.” You admitted.
“You what?”
You nodded your head. “I didn’t even do anything with the guy I left with tonight; most of the time I never actually do. Just make sure you see me leave with someone. ‘Course I’ve had a couple of one night stands throughout the tour, but not nearly as many as you have. Guess I figured I’d just keep leaving with guys until you noticed.”
“Let me get this straight. You’ve been faking having one night stands every night just to try to get my attention?”
You nodded with a giggle, “Guess it didn’t work very well.”
“Why me, Y/N?”
“I’ve liked you for quite some time now, Rog. Just didn’t know how to tell you, so I guess I tried to make you jealous instead?” You tentatively admitted earning a groan from Roger as he rested his elbows on the railing, fingers brushing through his hair as he hung his head in his hands.
“You must be joking,”
You shook your head.
“Do you realize I’m absolutely fucking mad about you?”
“You are?!?”
“Oh my god,” he muttered. “I’ve been avoiding you because I thought you were happy with your one night stands every night and just couldn’t handle it anymore. Now it turns out your one night stands aren’t even one night stands, and I-”
You cut him off with a kiss, shocking him slightly until he ultimately softened into it, the two of you making out on the deck as you each learned of your new found love for one another.
“It’s about time this happened,” you smiled when you both pulled away for a second. You’d never seen him smiling bigger as he pulled away for a moment.
“You can say that again,” he smiled back as he brought a hand up to your jaw, his other hand roaming along your body. Your arms settled around his neck as he scooped you into his arms and carried you inside to the bed, your robe falling open. He looked down with a satisfied smile, his eyes looking up at you lovingly. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, Love.”
“Then don’t.” You smiled, connecting your lips with his once more.
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As the tour came to an end, you and Roger grew closer, his arm subtly sneaking around your waist at the after parties, the two of you gazing across the bar to one another silently signaling you were ready to go back to one of your rooms for the night. There weren’t many nights you didn’t sleep together, but there were some.
Some that you left with other guys very early in the night, but you’d always come back to the bar and get Roger in a couple hours. It confused him; what did that mean for the two of you? Did that mean that you weren’t exclusive? And what would you do with those guys? What was their purpose? Roger never explicitly asked you; simply just happy that he now could spend time with you romantically, but it confused and slightly upset him nonetheless.
The week following the conclusion of the tour left the two of you out of contact; Roger assuming that his shot with you was over, until one day an envelope addressed to him with your name on it came to his house. It was an invitation to a Roaring ‘20’s themed party, one he knew would be just as grandiose as those which Freddie threw ever so often. He had a week to decide if he’d be going, and though a part of him wanted to call you immediately and say he’d be there, something held him back.
Jealousy.
Jealousy because he thought you were deciding to keep your romantic life open.
A couple hours later while Roger was still overly contemplating the invitation to your party, he was pleasantly surprised to receive a call from his good friend and band mate Freddie.
“Hello, Darling.”
“Hi, Fred.”
“What’re you wearing Saturday?”
Roger stuttered to find an answer to his friends’ abrupt question.
“You’re going, aren’t you?”
“Well,” he trailed off.
“Roger,” Freddie scolded, “you must!”
“But I’m afraid she’s seeing other guys; that we have an open relationship. I just don’t want to put myself through all that again. I’ve been chasing her for too long.”
“Well you’ll never know if you don’t go, now will you Roger?”
Roger paused a moment before responding, knowing Freddie was right, but partially just not wanting to admit it.
“Yeah; I guess so.”
“That’s my Roger. Now get your fucking confidence up, Darling and get your girl!”
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Though partially due to Freddie’s everlasting perseverance, Roger did end up deciding to go to your party on Friday. All four of Queen’s men arrived in a limo to your mansion together, the party already bustling outdoors, completely assuming the appearance of an authentic Gatsby party. Roger’s suit looked authentic to the time period, only helping to further accentuate his natural beauty. As they all walked in together, they were handed glasses of champagne and ushered into the large ballroom where the party was being hosted, Roger eagerly looking for you, but not being able to locate you in the ever growing sea of people.
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You purposely waited to make your debut until all of Queen had gotten to your party, partially so you could have your true, authentic friends to surround yourself with instead of having to make fake conversation with people you only half knew, but you also wanted to be able to make a grand entrance to impress Roger. You’d admit it; you liked to have fun, but in the last week you’d missed Roger being at your side, and decided you were ready to take a step forward in your relationship.
You looked down at your outfit once more and took a glance in the mirror, slightly adjusting your necklace before sending a butler down to the Jazz band to have them start their music for your introduction. You had a blush pink silk gown custom made just for the event which you paired with a huge, extremely glamorous and 1920’s themed pink feather shawl, pink silk gloves of the same material as your dress, a large diamond ring and a thick diamond collar. You heard the introduction start as you stepped out onto the stairs, grabbing a microphone to talk to your guests as you cascaded down the stairs.
“Hello everyone! Thank you all so much for coming! I’ve been on tour with the boys, and I missed you all so much that I just had to throw a party!” Everyone cheered. “Now Darlings, Darlings,” you laughed, “all the drinks are on me tonight, so everyone grab a flute of champagne, and let’s get fucking wasted!” You screamed, raising your opposite hand of champagne in the air as everyone hooted and hollered, a DJ taking over the music.
As you reached the base of the stairs, you felt an arm grab your wrist, turning to find Roger surrounded by his band mates.
“Hello, boys”! You smiled, pulling them in for a tight embrace. “I’m so glad you all could make it!” The other three made small talk with you, but Roger just stood there awkwardly, still holding onto your wrist as he stumbled to find words to say to you.
“Did you, um, want to say something, Rog?”
“Oh, yeah,” he stuttered, snapping back to reality and awkwardly removing his hand from your wrist, instead using it to pretend to fix his suit jacket. The your of you looked at him expectantly, Brian shoving him in his shoulder in efforts to push the words out of him. “I, uh, just wanted tell you that you look freat- uh I mean grantastic, uh,” he sighed as he shook his head in disbelief at his awkwardness around you.
Freddie looked at him in disbelief as Deaky raised his hand to his mouth to try to conceal his laughter. Brian looked between the two of you in efforts of mending his friends dignity a tad. “Y/N,”Brian chuckled, “I think he meant to say you look fantastic, right, Roger?”
Roger nodded in response as he tried to avoid your glistening eyes.
“Well thanks, Rog.” You smiled. “All of you look fantastic as well. I’ve gotta go say hi to more guests, but I’ll catch up with you guys later.” You winked as you floated off into the sea of people, the three of them glaring at Roger with wide eyes.
“I know, I know! I can’t believe how much of an idiot I just was either.” He sighed.
“Darling, you’ve gotta stop with all this insecure bullshit!” Freddie said with a drink of champagne. “Be the Roger Taylor you are in the magazines, the Roger Taylor you are with every single other girl. She’ll have no chance at resisting you then, Dear.”
“I must say though,” Deaky added, “I’m usually the awkward one with girls, so seeing you be awkward with a girl is quite rewarding, I must admit.”
“Oh shove off. Fred, that’s the thing though, I can’t be like I am with other girls with her. I try, and then I make a fool out of myself. You saw what just happened!”
“Then what is it, Rog?” Brian interjected. “Is she different because she’s the first one you actually had feelings for.”
“Somethin’ like that. Yeah.”
“She has feelings for you too, mate. You’ve got this. We’re gonna help, and you’ll have her by the end of the night.”
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After some slight planning and a couple of beers, the boys split up to unfold their plan. Roger stood at the edge of the bar, concealing a microphone in his jacket as he watched Freddie and Brian talk to you on the other side of the room. John paid the DJ to stop playing for a little bit and requested that the jazz band played a song for Roger to make his move.
Roger’s song to you.
As Roger took a deep breath, he saw John wink at him; the band starting the first chord of the introduction to the song, giving him ample time to speak.
He clicked on the microphone.
This is it.
“Y/N, Love,” he said, silencing the crowd. Everyone separated to watch the two of you, creating a clear pathway from him to you as Freddie pushed your forward. “I think I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now, and just can’t shake it, no matter how hard I try. So, I’d like to ask you to share this dance with me, Sweetheart, because ever since I met you all those years ago, this has always been the song that makes me think of you.” The crowd awed as the two of you joined in the center of the floor, the singer starring perfectly on cue.
“Unforgettable
That's what you are
Unforgettable
Tho' near or far”
“Roger,” you blushed. “This is so perfect.”
And it all was, you looked like a dream. He’d never been so awe stricken in his life.
The two of you swept across the dance floor effortlessly; a childlike smile never leaving your faces. Roger softly sang the lyrics in your ear, his strong meaning behind them prevalent.
“I didn’t know you were such a softie, Roger.” You giggled.
“Only for you, Love.”
“I think I like this side of you,” you smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
“And forever more, that's how you'll stay
That's why darling it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too”
The song slowed to an end as the two of you stopped dancing in the centre of the floor. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, foreheads touching. Roger froze, unsure of how you felt.
Unsure of what to do next.
“That song is very true, Rog.” You whispered.
“Huh?”
“I think you’re unforgettable, too.” You smiled.
“So does that mean, you know?” He blushed.
“That I’m your girlfriend?”
He nodded.
“I thought you’d never ask.” you smirked, pressing your lips to his, the kiss passionate, yet full of love. The crowd roared in cheers for the two of you as Roger dipped you, the two of you giggling.
“I love you, Rog,” you said as he lifted you back up.
“I’ve waited to hear you say that for too long.” He sighed, rubbing his nose with yours and making you giggle.
“Well, now I’m all yours.” You said as you brought your lips to his once more.
This moment was to be one of many unforgettable ones to come with Roger, and even five years later on your wedding night, you recreated this very moment, dancing to the same exact song, making that unforgettable too.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! This one makes me so soft. I love it. Keep sending in one shot requests! I’ll answer them all! As Always, Please excuse typos. Thanks for reading! -C
Hi darling! I saw you want to write some little fics about the boys, so, could you write a fic with Roger in which he finds the reader talking to other guy and gets jealous? * Jealousy plays in the background *
My Other Half (Roger Taylor X Reader One Shot)
Full Ask/Plot: Hi darling! I saw you want to write some little fics about the boys, so, could you write a fic with Roger in which he finds the reader talking to other guy and gets jealous? * Jealousy plays in the background * I was thinking about Rog and the reader being steady for a while, so he is thinking of proposing to her, but one day he sees her (at a diner or a shop, maybe?) talking to this other guy and gets more than jealous, he feels really bad about it? I guess this is going to turn out a little angsty 😅
Word Count: 7.2 K (its even lengthier than the last!)
Warnings: None really, mentions of sex. Swearing. Some angst. Thats it!
January of 1977, interview with the boys in Chicago while on tour:
“So Roger,” The interviewer asked. “We understand your girlfriend Y/N has been in the news a lot lately. What’s your life and relationship with her like?”
“Well she’s not my girlfriend,” Roger nervously laughed.
“She’s not?”
“Well if I may interject,” Freddie said. “She basically is his girlfriend, they’re just an odd bunch who says “oh we’re not dating, she’s not my girlfriend, we’re just in a relationship.”
“Fred,” Roger blushed, scratching the back of his neck.
“I must say he’s quite in love with her. They’re really the perfect couple.” John said.
“Yeah we love Y/N,” Brian started. “The two of them are pretty much inseparable. They’re a package deal, you can’t have Roger without her. I’m not quite sure why they don’t ever say they’re dating. Maybe it’s because they’ve been friends for so long? They’re great though.”
The interviewer laughed. “So, Roger. What is Y/N like?”
He smiled when he thought of you. “She’s the definition of the word rock star other than the whole being in a band thing. Plays guitar sometimes though.” It was visible to anyone watching him that his head was in the clouds. “We’ve been best friends since college, and then our relationship kind of just blossomed from there. You know; people always say opposites attract but-” Freddie cut him off.
“Oh not with them, Darling! I swear they’re the same person sometimes.”
Roger laughed at his friends comment. “Yeah, that’s what I was getting at. I mean we just always have fun together. Of course we have our quiet moments too, but we just really get each other; rarely fight. Always have a good time.”
“She’s the most wanted model in England right now, let alone the whole world. How does that make you feel?”
Roger smirked. “Well she ‘ain’t a model yet, mate.”
“Yeah, but I mean you two did that photo shoot together, and then all of a sudden everyone knew her name. Why hasn’t she taken any of those modeling deals?”
“Oh I don’t know, but she has an interview back home in a couple days. I don’t want to speak for her or anything, you know. I’ll let her say.”
“Then what made you do that photo shoot?”
Roger laughed. “Well I think any guy can understand where I’m coming from there, mate. If you’re a rock star and you’ve gotta do a solo photo shoot for your new song, (which I didn’t want to do, may I add) and you’ve got a hot significant other, you have her do the shoot with you. Plain and simple.” Everyone laughed at his blatantly honest statement, and the interviewer continued asking the rest of the band questions.
After the interview, the guys were in their shared dressing room, Roger fixing his hair at the mirror and Freddie and Brian gushing over pictures of John’s baby who just learned to walk.
“Guys,” Roger started with a clear of his throat.
They all turned up to look at him; it was obvious he was stressed about something. “Well you all know, uh. Y/N left to go back home the other day, and tonight is our second to last show in the states, and in like five days we go home, and do one more show in London to end our this tour, you know?” He was clearly sweating, scratching the back of his neck as he talked around what he was trying to get at.
Deaky nodded confused, Freddie said “Yup?”
“We know our schedule, Rog. What’re you trying to say?” Brian encouraged.
“If it makes you feel any better, I miss Veronica too, even though you saw Y/N two days ago and I haven’t seen my wife or children for four months, but yeah, I get it.” Deaky added.
“No, no. I um, uh-” Roger could barely form words. He covered his smile with his mouth as he looked down blushing. Unable to get out what he was trying to say, he unzipped the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a small black box. “I’m gonna do it.” He laughed, opening it to reveal a huge pear shaped engagement ring. “I’m gonna ask her to marry me!” He smiled, his friends congratulating him with a huge hug.
“Wow, you really went all in for that ring, didn’t you, Rog?” Brian asked.
“Yeah, bought it on Rodeo Drive when we were in California at Cartier. You know how she is, the bigger the better. Had to impress my girl.” he gushed.
“Well I’m so happy for you, Rog. She’ll definitely say yes. I see the way she looks at you.” John added.
“Of course she will!” Freddie exclaimed. “Though I must say; I expected Brian to be the next to get married. Honestly thought you’d be the last. You just have that free attitude. I mean, you’re only 27, Darling.”
“I know, I know. I thought the same thing. But I’m just so happy. I never want to lose her. I know we’re young. We’re both free spirits, but together we ground each other. It’s just one of those things that works, you know?”
“When you know you know.”
On the way back to the hotel room Roger couldn’t stop smiling, his years with you replaying in his head, going all the way back to the day you two met.
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It was an intro to dentistry class, only the second day of freshman year, and all the seats were filled in the lecture hall except for the one next to Roger. He knew everyone had been there the day before, so tried to figure out who was missing. Suddenly, you burst into class clad in your rock star aesthetic, popping your bubblegum ever so confidently, as you said, “Sorry I’m late,” to the professor.
“You know, Miss...” He started.
“Y/L/N”
“Miss Y/L/N, if you were here maybe you’d know that chewing gum isn’t good for your teeth.”
“Well Professor,” you started, noticing the teacup on his desk as you walked to the only open seat near the back. “Neither is tea; it stains them. Yet we all drink it anyways.” You smirked, plopping in the only free seat next to the wide eyed blonde boy. You relaxed back in your chair and put your feet up on the chair in front of you, red heels popping out of your black leather pants which you paired with a black leather jacket, some layered necklaces and a Led Zeppelin shirt.
Roger was absolutely smitten. He loved your attitude. Finally, he thought, someone to rival him. Someone equal to his level of strong headed-ness. Then he noticed what you were wearing. He almost wore the same bloody thing. He had on his black leather trousers, red converse, a Led Zeppelin shirt (thank god it wasn’t the same one you had on), his gold layered necklaces and black leather jacket. You were missing the sunglasses though. Was he looking at an alternate version of himself?
“Hello, Love. I’m Roger.” He smirked.
“Hi,” you smirked back, noticing how attractive he was. “I’m Y/N”
“Not gonna compliment my outfit?”
“Huh?” You asked, confused.
“Look at your outfit, Love. Now look at mine. See any coincidence?”
“Oh!” You laughed. “God, what’re the odds.”
It was silent for a couple minutes until you let out a groan of exhaustion. “I don’t want to be here, my parents are making me go to school to be a bloody dentist. I just want to go home and get ready for tonight.”
“Same thing is going through my mind, Love. I’ve got a gig tonight.”
“Oh really? I love music. What do you play?”
“Drums and sing a bit too.” He proudly smiled.
“That’s great. Wish I played something.”
“I can teach you,” he encouraged.
“I think I’d like that very much.” You smiled. “Where are playing later?”
“Imperial hall. You-“
You cut him off. “Really? You must be joking. You’re in Smile?”
“Yeah?”
“That’s why I was saying I wanted to go get ready for tonight! I’m going to your gig!”
“What are the odds?” He mimicked, making you giggle. “Hey, I’ll make sure you get a front row seat. Really, I mean it. I know how crazy those can get.”
“Thanks.” You smiled as he put a strand of hair behind your ear.
After class he called, “Hey, Y/N! I can't help but want to get to know you better. Do you want to go grab a coffee or something?”
“I’d love to, but I’ve gotta say I’m more of a whiskey girl than I am coffee.”
God, she’s perfect. He thought.
“Then the bar down the street it is.” Roger smiled.
Your relationship didn’t turn romantic after that for a couple years, you and Roger were just the inseparable friends who spent at least two hours together every day, and everyone thought were twins because of how similar you were. You always flirted and held hands, but kept it platonic until about a year after Queen had formed.
You and Roger were living together as friends, and one night after a Queen gig got wasted playing truth or dare with Freddie and the rest of the band. You had on a tight, revealing red dress. Knowing you could never pass up the riskiest of questions, Freddie said,
“Alright. We’ve been playing classic truth or dare for a while now. It’s time to spice it up. Who here is brave enough to do a truth and a dare that are connected at the same time?”
“Me! I’ll do it!” You burst up, making the four of them laugh.
“Alright, Darling. I was hoping you’d chose to participate.” Freddie was trying to get you and Roger together. “Of the four of us, choose who you like the most and want to be in a relationship with the most, straddle them and make out with them for a full minute, and then tell us the truth of why you chose them.”
“Deal.” You rose from your chair, gaze shifting between the four of them. You knew you’d choose Roger; had been in love with him for a while, but things had been going so well between the two of you for so long as friends you considered choosing Freddie just to make everyone laugh and not mess up anything between you and Roger.
But you couldn’t do it.
You turned to your left, locking eyes with your roommate as you straddled him, smirk on his face as your arms went around his neck, his hands reaching to your hair as your lips connected. The kiss was drunkenly passionate, the other three cheering the two of you on and counting to sixty as Roger’s hands roamed your back, your hands now tangled in his hair. You opened your mouth, his tongue immediately slipping in.
“58!”
“59!”
“60!” They cheered as the two of you breathlessly broke away.
“You chose me?” Roger questioned, astonished.
“ ‘Course I chose you.” You smiled, turning around on his lap to face the other three, his arms still tightly wrapped around your stomach.
“So,” Freddie smiled. “Why our Roggie boy?”
“God this is so embarrassing.” You blushed.
“Get on with it!” Deaky slurred.
“Firstly, you’re just as good if not a better kisser than I imagined,” you confessed, everyone laughing. “But I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you, Rog. I’ve just never been able to tell you. So scared I’ll mess everything up. I mean, you’re my best friend, and my roommate. I could really screw up my whole life if you didn’t feel the same way. Do you know how hard it is to confess you’re in love with your best friend and have been for the last four years?”
“Yeah, I actually do.” Roger laughed, making you flick your head at him in shock. “Wait,” he said in realization, the alcohol impairing his thinking. “You’re in love with me too?”
You nodded, smiling.
“So we could’ve been together all this time, but we were too scared to mess anything up?” He said in disbelief. “God I’m such an idiot!”
“But you know now,” you teased. “And besides, relationships are better with an established friendship.”
He sat there silenced for a couple moments, trying to process what had just happened. You and the other three couldn’t stop laughing at his thought process that was visually represented on his face.
First he was shocked, then happy, excited, confused, angry, annoyed, shocked again, and then it just kept going in that order until he had a look of realization, standing up as he grabbed your hand. “We, um, we gotta go home. Kay bye!” He said, rushing out with you in tow, leaving you and the boys laughing like crazy.
That night was a passionate night as soon as you had stepped through the door. The two of you had sex at least three times, maybe even more. After that day, you never really slept in your bedroom anymore. You gradually moved your things in with Roger, turning it into a spare room as your relationship blossomed. You never really had publicly described your relationship status, which was fine. To any outsider you were dating, and that’s fine because you essentially were, but really, the two of you were madly in love, and really that’s all that mattered.
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Back in England, you just finished getting dressed, ready to walk onto the set of Good Morning Britain in a half hour. You were nervous; knew criticism was bound to come from your outfit, but it also gave you an adrenaline rush. You always liked some excitement. Your hair and makeup were styled impeccably, and you wore a pair of tightly fitted black jeans which were slightly frayed at the bottom and stopped at your ankles to show off your new sparkly heels. You paired the whole ensemble with a leather jacket; one that you found in Roger’s closet back at home, and that was it. No shirt, no necklace. Nothing. Just an open leather jacket to drive the modeling agencies crazy with your cleavage - but tastefully. Of course it was taped down with double sided tape, but one wrong move and you’d flash everyone.
To calm your nerves, you decided to call Roger’s hotel room even though it was two in the morning back in the states.
“Hello?” He tiredly said, half awake. His groggy voice put an immediate smile to your face. Roger was always so adorable when he had just woken up. Took him a bit to come to his senses sometimes. He always said the funniest things.
“Hi, Baby.” You cooed.
“Y/N?” He asked, clearly still kind of confused.
“Yeah it’s me, Rog.” You giggled.
“Do I need to come pick you up now?” He slurred.
“What?”
“What?” He tiredly echoed, making you laugh.
“Roger wake up, it's me, Y/N.”
“Oh, oh. Sorry, sorry. I’m here now.”
You laughed. “What was that all about?”
“What was what about?” He said completely awake now.
“You saying you had to come pick me up?”
“Oh, yeah. Think I had a dream where you were at a bar or something and didn’t want to leave and I had to go back and get you. Gimme a break, Love. It’s two in the morning here, you know.” He teased.
“I know,” you smiled. “I just wanted to hear your voice. Miss you.”
“Well I miss you too, my Love. It isn’t just a saying. The bed really is much colder without you.”
His comment made you laugh. “You think that’s bad, try our bed back at home. It’s bloody awful.”
“You know,” he yawned, “you’re usually pretty good about calling at a decent time for us both. Why are you calling so early?”
“Nerves. I’ve got my interview in a half hour.”
“You’re the most headstrong person I know beside myself. You’ll be fine.”
“I know, but I never really do interviews. Just say a word or two when someone shoves a camera in your face. Never had one where I’m the Roger.”
“The Roger?” He laughed.
“You know, the famous person.”
“Ohh, righttt.” He smiled at your adorable comment. “Just keep your head together, be the personable girl you always are. Be the Y/N I know and you’ll be fine.”
“What about the questions?”
“Just answer the ones you want to, but answer them truthfully. You’re usually blatantly honest, so if you don’t like a question just tell ‘em. Or you can just dodge it. Both work equally as well. Being honest will show people your personality the best.”
You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “And what if they ask about my modeling career?”
“Like I said, be honest. Tell ‘em you’re not a model. Tell ‘em about us, how the photo shoot came about. All that.”
“And if they ask if I have a manager?”
“You don’t.”
“But-”
“Y/N,” he cut you off, “you don’t even work or have a job. I pay all the bills, which I’m completely fine with and don’t want to stop doing. I love providing for you. But like I said, don’t lie to say what they want to hear or they’ll just prove you wrong.”
“Can I say you’re my manager?”
“Sure,” he chuckled, “Roger Taylor the best friend, manager, and uh,” he was unsure what you considered him in your eyes.
“Boyfriend?”
“You consider me your boyfriend?” He asked, shocked.
“Yeah,” You laughed, “you basically are anyways.”
“Alright, I like the sound of that. Roger Taylor the boyfriend. So what’s your outfit look like? Sure you’re all dolled up per usual.”
“Oh, um,” for some reason you were nervous to tell him. Your outfit was something that's usually a bedroom thing between the two of you. You didn’t need his added comments to your nervousness right now. “Black. All black.”
“Ooh,” he cooed. “You know how much I love you in black. Take a picture for me.” He imagined your in a tight, straight fitting, lace, black dress.
“Of course.” Although it’ll probably end up on the news in America later if I get the shock factor I’m looking for, you thought. “I’ve got those new sparkly heels on you got for me too.”
“I’m sure you look gorgeous.” He yawned. “Alright, Love, I had a show tonight and I have another and some traveling tomorrow. I’m exhausted and really need some rest. You’re gonna do great.” He smiled.
“Thanks.” You smiled back. Though neither of you could see, you could hear the smile in each other’s voices.
“Goodnight, Baby.”
“Goodnight Rog, sweet dreams, Love.”
Just as you hung up you heard, “Miss Y/L/N! Five minutes!”
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The woman sitting across from you shook your hand as you sat down, eyes slightly widening from the shock factor of your outfit.
“So good to have you here with us this morning, Y/N.” She smiled.
“So good to be here,” you smiled. “I’ve always wanted to be on the morning show ever since I was a little girl.”
“So the last couple weeks have been crazy for you, haven’t they?”
“Oh yeah, total change in my life.” You laughed. “I mean, I was kind of used to the cameras from Roger, but it was never like it is now. I mean they’re everywhere. Everyone has a question, I’m on covers of magazines. It really makes you want to look your best all the time when people are constantly taking photos of you and publishing them.”
“And the calls?”
“Oh yeah, that too,” you continued, kicking yourself in the head for not adding that in. “Course that has been crazy too. The phone’s literally off the hook. I just got back from tour with Queen in America a couple days ago to come here today, so I mean of course I was getting some while I was there, but I assume it was harder for the agencies to locate me then. Now that I’m back home it’s just non stop modeling agency after modeling agency ringing me up, one offering me more money than the last, all trying to get me to sign a deal.”
“And you haven’t accepted one yet,” the interviewer, said perplexed. “Do you realize you’re being called the most beautiful girl in England? Some sources even say most beautiful girl in the world. Why haven’t you taken this opportunity?”
“Oh I don’t really know,” you laughed. “The game of continuously turning them down is kind of fun to me, I must admit. But really, I’m happy with the way everything is. I mean being a model is every little girl's dream, but I’ve never been looking to make a career out of it. I don’t need it. Roger and I are happy just the way everything is. We don’t need anymore money. If the right one comes along, then sure, maybe I’m interested. But really it just was never part of my plan.”
“Can you explain how this craze to get you to sign a modeling contract came about?”
“Sure,” you laughed. “Sorry, it still sounds so funny to me. Well, Roger has a solo album coming out soon, and he had to do some promotional pictures.”
“For those who don’t know, could you say who Roger is to you?”
“Of course,” you smiled. “well I’m in a relationship with Roger Taylor, the drummer of Queen. We’ve been together for a while now, and have been best friends even longer. Can’t imagine my life without him.” You gushed, earning an “awe” from the studio audience. “Anyways, he’s coming out with his first solo album soon and had to do some promotional photos, which he hates doing, so he asked if I’d go along with it, so I did, and then it just kind of expanded from there. We went all out.”
“I’d say you did,” the interviewer smiled, holding up some photos of you and Roger in the photo shoot, (I imagine Kylie Jenner and Travis Scott’s GQ photoshoot) earning hoots and hollers from the audience. “What made you choose the outfit you’re wearing today?”
“Well that’s a rude question.” You retorted.
“I-I’m sorry.” The interviewer stumbled. “I like your outfit, I was just wondering how you chose it.”
“Oh, well, wanted to show a little more. I mean you are all referring to me as a model after all; might as well dress like it. And besides this is Roger’s jacket.” You said, tugging lightly on the collar.
And then you felt it. The release of the tightness on the skin of your breasts, the double sided tape breaking loose from your breasts from the change in pressure from your slight pulls.
And then it happened. The right side of the jacked flew open a little bit.
And you noticed.
The interviewer noticed; you saw it on her face.
The crowd noticed; you heard it from the gasp.
And the camera caught it.
The camera caught you flashing all of Britain on live television.
Hey, you thought in a state of panic, at least it was the good side.
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Knock, knock, knock.
Roger groggily awoke from his sleep checking the clock.
3:30 AM.
Only an hour and a half after you had called him.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Roger, darling. You’ve got to turn on the news. It’s Freddie, Brian, and John.” He said giddily. He was excited about something.
Roger stumbled out of bed, unlocking the door and flopping back onto his pillow as Freddie grabbed the remote, hurriedly putting on the news.
“Look, Rog!” Freddie encouraged.
And then he heard it.
“Roger Taylor’s girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N flashes all of Britain, and now the world on her interview with Good Morning Britain.”
Roger shot straight up, watching it again and again. It was being blown out of proportion, yet at the same time was extremely noticeable. It made him turned on while also making him extremely jealous.
The whole world just got to see something that was only supposed to be his.
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You cried to Roger on the phone after his concert that night. How embarrassed you felt. How sorry you were.
He did his best to calm you down, almost blowing up at one point, but he kept his emotions in control. Decided he couldn’t start a fight with you if he was going to propose soon.
It was just the idea that the whole world saw something that he considered his, saw a part of you nude made him upset.
It made him jealous.
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Two Weeks Later:
Roger had been home for a week, and you were feeling on top of the world. It was nice to not have to worry about traveling for a little bit, about where he was and if he made it there safely. It was nice to feel like a normal couple that lived together for a little bit.
The media had been ruthless. You took it hard at first, all the media calling you a slut, a whore. Saying Roger had been dating a prostitute and that the two of you tried to cover it up. You stayed in bed for a couple of days. Didn’t want to leave the house, turn on the TV, or look at the newspaper without Roger. You didn’t answer the phone to anyone. Only called Roger once a day. When he came home he found you in bed looking like a complete mess. Dark eyes, only wearing one of his sweatshirts. Glasses of water around the room, an empty bag of chips on the end table. The lights were dimmed and there was a box of tissues on your chest. He didn’t say anything when he saw you, and he didn't have to. He just held you in his arms as you cried.
It was all over soon enough though. As Freddie assured you, any media is good media. It brought attention to your name. Soon enough, your were out of your funk and getting free things from big designers in the mail. It all ended up alright.
Roger told you he had to run out and do a couple errands, and to be ready for dinner at six. He said he had some surprises coming throughout the day, so to be prepared. Little did you know he was planning on proposing that night. You awoke to his absence, still in your lingerie from the night before to a new, versace, fluffy bathrobe with a note on the hanger hanging from the bedpost across from you. It read:
“Love you more, xoxo, Roger.”
You smiled as you put it on, hearing the doorbell ring and starting the trek through your mansion to the front door.
“Oh my god, he didn’t.” You said to yourself as you stepped out of the master bedroom. There were photos covering the floor everywhere. Photos of the two of you. You picked one up. It was of a day you and Roger went on a hike back in college. It brought a smile to your face as you stuffed it in the pocket of your robe. You walked a little further, looking over the banister into the living room and foyer and down the stairs. At your feet was a photo you took of him when you went skiing last winter. Everywhere was covered with photos of the two of you. There were repeats, but it didn’t matter. Of course there’d be some repeats, he had a lot of floor space to cover. The pictures on the stairs made you smile the most, or instead just picture, singular. The stairs were covered in Roger’s favorite picture of you, a photo of you upside down, playing Tenement Funster on the guitar, which he had taught you because he thought it was the easiest to play. He took copies of that picture everywhere. Kept one in his pocket, one in his wallet, one taped on the side of his drum. One stuck in the mirror in your bedroom, one framed in the living room downstairs, one framed in his music room. It was everywhere. He said he never wanted to forget it. There was a poster board taped to the wall to the side of the stairs with “The love of my life, Y/N” and an arrow down written on it in sharpie, which made you giggle. Little by little, you picked up your favorite pictures, some of which you didn’t know existed, and put them in the pocket of your robe.
You made your way to the front door, unlocking it to find a huge bouquet of roses. There were easily six dozen roses, maybe even more. God, he was extravagant. But it made you smile. The card on top read, “Love you most, xoxo, Roger”.
Man, he really knew how to make a girl swoon. Around one, someone came with a dress bag. “Miss Y/L/N?” They asked as you opened the door.
“Yes?”
“I’m with Versace. Mr. Taylor designed this dress for you.”
“Oh!” You said, clearly shocked. “Thank you,” You smiled, taking the bag and tipping the man. You hurried upstairs, careful to not trip on all the photos, and hung the dress in your walk in closet, eagerly unzipping the bag.
It took your breath away.
There was a strapless, scoop necked satin, floor length, white dress. It had a high slit on the left side with a black stripe. It was gorgeous. It came with a matching black handbag and strappy black heels. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
“Wear this to dinner tonight, there will be people coming to do your hair, makeup and nails at four, I’m coming home around 5:30. Love you to the moon and back, xoxo, Roger.” Read a note that fell out of the shoe box. You went downstairs to eat lunch, gathering some more photos of you and Roger as you walked past them.
By four you were in your dress, literally feeling dressed to the nines, the stylists setting up camp in a spare room upstairs so Roger wouldn’t see you until you got ready. You heard him come home at 5:30, just like he said. He sounded so excited as he talked to you through the door, telling him you were almost done as he retired to the master bedroom to get on his tux, praying that everything went well tonight.
The stylists left around 5:50 leaving you with long, wavy curls, a beautiful, glammed up makeup look, and a white and black French manicure. Roger was waiting for you downstairs, pacing back and forth from his nerves.
“You ready down there?” You called.
“ ‘Course! Been dying to see you all day.” He smiled.”
“Okay then,” you said, opening the door to walk down to him, his head flicking up as you appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Wow.” He said, breath taken away from him.
You lowly made your way down, careful not to slip on any photos as he picked you up off the last step, spinning you around as he kissed your cheek.
“You look gorgeous. Just like I imagined this dress would look.” He gushed.
“So you really did design it?”
“Yup.”
“Wow.” You didn’t know what to say. “Not that I want you to stop, but why all the gifts today?” You smiled, caressing his cheek.
“You’ll find out later.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple as he grabbed your hand, leading you out the front door to his car. “Hey, has anyone ever told you that you should be a model?” He joked.
“Oh shut up.”
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He brought you to the Cordón Bleu, the most expensive restaurant in London. As he pulled up, he said, “You go inside, Love. I’m going to park the car. I’ll be in in a minute.” The two of your separated with a quick kiss as you strutted inside, cameras flashing in your face.
When you walked in, the receptionist at the front desk called your name, shocking you. “Y/N?”
“Oh my god, Mark?!” You ran over to him, embracing him in a hug. You and Mark hooked up a couple times in college when you and Roger were still just friends.
“Hi! You look amazing!”
“Oh, thank you! So do you! How’s life?”
“It’s alright,” he laughed. “You seem to have made out much better than I did.”
“Well, Roger made out well. I just happened to be his girlfriend.” You laughed.
“Yeah. Believe me, I know about that.” He laughed. Just then Roger walked in. “But everything they’ve been saying is true. You’re really the most beautiful girl in England.”
Roger heard what he said. Saw who it was. Mark. His blood boiled in his veins, fist wrapping tightly around the ring box.
“Thank you,” you blushed, as Roger’s arm snaked its way around your waist.
“Oh, Darling look! It’s Mark!” You smiled.
“Hey.” Roger stated, monotone, as he stuck out his hand to shake Mark’s.
“Hey, mate! Great to see you again. You music with Queen is some of my favorites. Always gush about how I went to college with you two! Anyways, Y/N. I saw your interview the other day, for your first interview you did great. I was very interested.” He smiled. He didn’t mean it maliciously at all, however Roger took it the wrong way.
“Thank yo-” You started, but Roger cut you off.
“Hey, Mark, was it? I’d really prefer it if you didn’t talk about my girlfriend’s tits in front of me. Or actually, how about you just don't talk about them at all?” He snapped, catching you and Mark off guard.
“I-I wasn’t.” Mark stuttered.
“What has gotten into you?!” You whispered in Roger’s ear as he grabbed your hand protectively as he approached the host table which Mark stood behind.
“If you don’t mind, mate, I’d like to be seated now.” Roger coldly insisted.
“Of course, you had the private room upstairs rented out, right?”
Roger nodded.
“Alright then, this way.” Mark said, clearly uncomfortable.
“Actually,” Roger interjected, “would you mind if she brought us to our seats? I don’t need someone from my past ruining this day for me.” He said, coldly snapping at Mark.
Mark looked at him, confused to say the least. Your expression matched his, astonished that Roger could be so rude.
“Excuse me, Ann. Mr. Taylor would like you to bring him and Ms. Y/L/N to their room.” he said.
“Sure, right this way.” She smiled, leading the two of you to the stairs.
Roger’s grip on your hand was tight. You followed the hostess first as he trailed behind you, leaving one last dig as he said, “Oh, and Mark. Make sure you’re not our waiter.”
You gasped back at him in disbelief.
The room was gorgeous, there were roses everywhere, a table lit by candlelight waiting for the two of you in the center. Roger pulled out your seat for you, sitting across from you as he looked down in concentration.
Avoiding looking at you.
He tapped his fingers on the menu to keep himself occupied, his nostrils flaring in anger. The silence in the room was deafening; you could literally cut the tension with a knife.
“Roger,” you tentatively started, “Darling, I think you might be confused. That was Mark, remember? Remember how we used to all hang out in college?”
“I remember hearing you scream his name on the other side of the wall as he fucked you to sleep each night for a couple months.” He snapped back, eyes locking with yours.
“Okay, what is your problem? We never fight like this, we tell each other everything!” You exclaimed.
“You want to know my problem, Y/N? Tonight was supposed to be perfect, but that asshole just went and ruined it. Showed me we’re not actually exclusive.”
“What’re you talking about? Roger we’ve been exclusive for the last three years!”
“I knew I should have properly asked you out so you knew we were in a relationship. Then other guys wouldn’t think you’d just fuck them behind my back.”
“Roger! How dare you? I’d never cheat on you! We’ve lived together for eight years. I thought you knew me better than that.”
“Obviously not; I saw the way he was flirting with you.” He whined.
“So what if he was flirting with me? I wasn’t flirting with him! That’s what’s important! And I wouldn’t flirt with him, or anyone else for that matter, Roger, because I’m in love with you. Besides, if I’m going to be a model, you’ve got to get used to people hitting on me, and be confident that I love you and only you. What more do I need to say?” You said, throwing your hands up in exasperation.
“Really?”
“Yes!” You sighed. It was silent for a moment as the waitress came in to pour your champagne and take your orders, then silent for a little while longer. He broke the silence.”
“I’m sorry, Love.” He finally muttered.
You looked up at him, awaiting more of an apology as two salads were placed in front of the two of you.
“I don’t know what came over me,” he continued, “I had such a perfect idea of today in my mind with the photos, and the flowers, and the dress, and dinner, and then, well you know, but then I saw him. Saw the way he looked at you, remembered how he made you feel all those years ago, and I just couldn’t handle it. I’d never been more jealous in my life. I don’t ever want to live without you.”
“Rog,” you smiled, reaching across to grab his hand. “I don’t ever want to live without you either. You don’t have to worry, Baby. I’m not going anywhere.” You finally had brought a smile to his face. “So what if there was a little hiccup in your perfect day? There’s been so much good, it doesn’t even matter.” You smiled.
“Yeah,” he agreed, leaning across to peck your lips, deciding to wait until the end of the meal to pop the question.
“And besides, the sex with you has always been much better.” You winked.
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Your meal was great, honestly the best food you’d ever had. Roger’s mood improved drastically as the night went on, the two of you joking and laughing per usual. At the end of your romantic dinner you were sharing a huge piece of six layer chocolate cake, Roger putting Fred Astaire’s version of The Way You Look Tonight on the record player in the corner of the room. Roger kept taking photos of you with his Polaroid camera, made you laugh by saying you could add them to the floor when you got home. You could tell he was nervous about something, kept stuttering on about every word he said, sweat dripping from his forehead.
“Okay,” he whispered, blowing out a huff of air and catching your attention. “So I’m sure you’ve realized this isn’t your normal date, right? I mean I think I’ve managed to go a little more “all out” than I usually do, right?”
“Yes, Roger.” You laughed. “Look around us. Look at my dress, my makeup, my nails. You’ve certainly set the standard for the best date ever.”
“Good, good.” He looked down, nodding to arrange his thoughts. “Okay,” he said, getting up and grabbing your hands as he pulled you up, walking to the window to overlook the city skyline. “Y/N. I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you, that first day back at uni. You’re the only girl I’ve ever been nervous to ask out and, hey, I guess I never did.” He said, making the two of you laugh.
“What’re you doing?” You said, choked up as you knew what was coming next.
“But I never had to ask you out, Love. That’s what makes things so great between us. We just work. But I don’t want it to be like that for the next big milestone in our relationship, that’s why I’m doing what I am now, because I want everything to be perfect. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on inside and out, and I can’t imagine spending any day not waking up next to you and I don’t want to. You’re my other half, Love, you complete me better than anyone else ever has and I’m never going to let anything change that. I’m so happy at where we are now and I’m ready to start a life with you start a family with you, Y/N. I know we’re young but that doesn’t change the way I feel for you. So, Darling,” he started, getting down on one knee as you gasped. “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, please baby, please do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the world, by being my wife. Y/N,” he said, taking a box out of his pocket and opening it in front of you. “Will you marry me?”
“Oh my god.” You gasped, tears openly flowing down both of your faces. He looked nervous, unsure of what your face meant. “Yes, yes, a million times yes!” You screamed, as he scooped you up in his arms, spinning you around as your lips connected passionately.
“Oh my god,” you continued, smile never leaving your face. You were shaking from shock and excitement. “It all makes sense now,” you laughed. “Why you got so jealous. It doesn’t matter. I love you so much.” You smiled, connecting your lips to his.
“You gonna put it on? Spent a lot of money on it, it’s the least you could do.” He joked.
“Of course.” You smiled. “Wait, my hands are too shaky I don’t wanna drop it, can you?” You asked, making him laugh as he took the ring out of the box.
“Sure, Love. You’re too cute.” He chuckled. “And look, there’s our initials on the inside of the ring.”
That just made you cry of joy even more as he slipped the ring on your finger, the two of you a crying, smiling, laughing, kissing mess.
Roger paid the bill and the two of you walked out laughing together, hand in hand. He scooped you in his arms bridal style as you stepped out of the building, cameras immediately in your face, photographers screaming,
“Y/N!”
“Roger!”
“Mr. Taylor, what’s the occasion!”
He set you down as you walked to Vogue, the biggest editorial that was there.
“You wanna know what’s going on?” You asked, silencing the crowd and chorus of questions along with it.
“We’re getting married!” You said, shooting your hand out as countless cameras were snapped, the photographers taking your “engagement photos” all of which actually came out well. You were mailed the prints a week or so later.
“Thank you!” They shouted after the two of you.
“Thank you, Miss. Y/L/N!”
“Hey!” You turned around, looking at Roger as he read your mind, knowing what you were about to say so he just said it for you.
“You can start calling her Mrs. Taylor.” The two of you smiled, Roger scooping you up to bring home his fiancée.
A/N: Thank you all for being so patient! I used a BoRhap gif because it goes with the general mood of the end of the chapter a lot even though I usually envision the OG Queen boys, but of course you can picture whoever you want; CLGOL works both ways.This chapter is very important so I rewrote it a lot. Lots of foreshadowing! See if you can find it!! I tried to do an even amount of time with each of the guys to make all of ya happy. Also, this is supposed to show how the love of singing and Y/N’s unknown ability to sing starts to make itself present. As usual, plz excuse typos. Love y’all. ♥️
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Where we left off:
He pulled up to the dorm to find a vision of an angel outside. Your pink, sheer robe flowed effortlessly behind you as you walked between the trees and bushes out front of your dorm. Your hair cascaded down your back, still wavy from the salt water; the full harvest moon illuminated your face as you concentrated on the leaves in front of you as you kept occupied waiting for the recipient of your phone call.
He stepped out of the car, quietly walking closer to you until he paused about four feet behind you, just appreciating your moonlit beauty. The rustling of leaves behind you made you whip your head around in fear, only to find him gazing at you lovingly.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry I made you come here right now.” You said, running to him as he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your hair to get the scent of you in.
“Don’t be, Love. Told you I’d do anything to make you happy.” He smiled.
My Roger.
“Even coming picking me up at 3:30 in the morning?”
“Yup, anything for you, Love.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “God, you’re freezing, Y/N. How long have you been out here?”
“Since I got off the phone with you.” You lied, yawning as you closed your eyes as you rested your head on his shoulder.
“Jesus Christ, Love. We’re back to normal October weather now. You’ve gotta be more careful.” He smiled, noticing how sleepy you were. “Alright,” he started, scooping you up into his arms as he started back to his car. “Let’s get you home so you can get a proper rest.”
Home.
You loved how he called it home.
“Thank you for coming to get me.” You shivered, cuddling into his grasp a little more.
“You’re welcome, Baby.” he said, his voice lulling you to sleep. “And now that I’ve got you again, as long as you let me, I’m never letting you go.” he said, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he set you in his car. Once he got in the drivers side, you drifted off to sleep with your head on his shoulder and your hands intertwined.
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15 Minutes Before:
After you hung up the phone, you walked in the dorm to return Freddie’s phone book to his desk, noticing your friend angled toward the edge of your bed with one arm hanging off. You quietly walked to him, sitting at the side of your bed as you pulled the blanket over him, tilting your head and resting it so it was only inches away from his.
“Freddie,” You whispered, putting a piece of his hair behind his ear.
His eyes fluttered open to see you sitting on the side of the bed, moonlight illuminating your features as it shone through the window, your long robe fanned out around you. You looked ethereal. “Yes, Dear?” He yawned, only just coming to his senses.
“I’m a horrible person.” You quietly spoke.
“What do you mean?”
“I just called Roger; he’s coming to get me.”
“Well, that’s alright, Love.” He said caressing your cheek. “As long as you’ve decided what makes you happy.”
“But last night, before John and I made plans to have a day together today, I kissed him.”
“You what?” he said, sitting straight up.
“I know.” You grimaced. “And now I’m going to Roger’s, and I’m just an awful person.”
“You’re not an awful person, Y/N. You’re just indecisive.” He yawned.
“But I'm supposed to have a day with John, and I told him I was over Roger, and-”
“Darling, you’re obviously not over Roger. You complained until you fell asleep last night, and cried every five minutes once you laid down to go to bed. Don’t deny it to yourself. See how tonight goes with Roger and how tomorrow goes with John, and believe me: you’ll know.”
You smiled at him, nodding that you understood.
“Now let me sleep, and get back to me later about how it all went.” He said with a huff as he rolled away from you.
“I don’t mind, but you’re not going back to your bed?”
“Well yours is much more comfortable than my pull out couch and you’re not going to be using it, so…”
You laughed at his candidacy. “Alright, goodnight Freddie.” You said, walking out the door.
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You were fast asleep once arriving at Roger’s apartment, so he carried you inside in hopes to just let you sleep. Once inside and taking off his shoes without setting you down, your head stirred a little before cuddling into Roger’s chest as he shushed you back to sleep, heading down the hallway to his room. The desk lamp in Brian’s room was on, door wide open. His head turned at the sound of Roger’s footsteps, forced to take in a peaceful, lifeless, you, completely content in Roger’s arms.
“So you went and got her?” He said, getting up from his desk and walking to the doorframe opposite Roger.
“Yeah,” Roger nodded awkwardly. “Had to. She needed me, I love her Bri.” He said earnestly, hoping to ease the tension between him and his best friend.
“Right.”
“How’d you know I was going to get her?”
“Been up since she called; the phone woke me up. Not two minutes later after you answered it, you were out the door, Roger. There isn’t anyone else you’d do that for.”
“Well… I would for you.” Roger timidly admitted. “You’re my best mate.”
“Yeah,” Brian added with a small chuckle and soft smile. “But we live together, Rog. You know what I mean.”
“Yeah.”
Brian took a step closer to the two of you, now slightly hovering over you both. “She’s so beautiful, isn’t she?” He whispered, a hint of sadness in his voice.
“Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
Brian nodded in agreement. “You guys got close awfully fast.”
“Yeah, I know. I guess sometimes people are just right for each other. Don’t think everyone is that lucky to find that person though. I just know we were.”
Brian found full validity in Roger’s statement, apparent by the actions you both exhibited; how co-dependent you’d become in a matter of days; but he didn’t want to believe a single word of it. Each thing he said was a stab in his heart.
“Well I’m sure we’re all tired, so go on to bed, mate. Just take good care of her. It’ll be easier for me if it’s clear she’s happy.” Brian stated, about to close the door.
“Thanks Brian. I know how you feel. You don’t know how much what you just said means to me. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of my girl.” He smiled. “Night.” He stated, closing his door behind you two.
His girl.
Brian’s face saddened at the thought, closing the door behind him as he turned out the lamp and laid back down to bed. He was happy for Roger; yet had never felt sadder in his life. He was just happy that if you couldn’t have been with him, you were with his best friend.
In the next room over, your eyes fluttered open as Roger set you into his bed, walking to his dresser to strip into his underwear; what he usually slept in.
He didn’t know you were awake, and you quietly got up, walking behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso as you pressed your face into his back with a yawn. He jumped a little from the surprise of your contact, but then smiled at the sight of you in the mirror in front of him. He turned to face you with your arms still wrapped around him, face now firmly pressed into his chest.
“Come back to bed.” You whined, rubbing his back with your hands. “I’m cold.”
Roger chuckled, “I’m just getting comfortable, Love. You look gorgeous. My little princess.”
“I’ve gotta admit, it’s pretty uncomfortable.” You yawned. You weren’t even completely awake. There was no way you’d remember this in the morning.
“Hold on, I can fix that.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as he picked you up and set you on the edge of the bed. You instinctively laid down immediately on contact with the mattress as he backed away to his closet for a moment; grabbing a shirt and coming back laughing since you were almost asleep already. “Come on, Love. Sit up so you can get more comfortable clothes on.”
He helped you sit up, handing you a long sleeve shirt of his. Your eyes were half way open as he kneeled in front of you, untying your ornate robe and throwing it on his dresser. He laughed as your tried to put the shirt on backwards, with your “uncomfortable” dressy tank top still on.
“Hold on, hold on. Let me help.” He smiled, kissing your cheek as he took the shirt from you, pulling your tank top over your head. No bra, he noticed. That’d be interesting in the morning when you didn’t have any of your clothes with you. He tossed your tank top on the dresser too, pulling his long sleeve T-shirt over your head and opted to keep your silk shorts on you. “You ready for bed now, Baby?”
You barely nodded, almost completely asleep and unaware of the situation before you as you instantly laid back down; Roger walking to the other side and laying next to you.
“Still cold?”
“Mhm.”
“Come ‘ere, Love.” He said with a huge grin, pulling you into him as he enveloped you in his arms and kissed your forehead before laying his head down and closing his eyes as well. He knew you were asleep, but decided to say it anyways. “I love you, Y/N. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything before. Please don’t make me leave you again.”
And with that, you both fell into a deep sleep, completely content just to be with one another.
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The first time you two woke up, it was about 6 in the morning. Your shared sleepiness was consumed by passionate morning kisses, and eventually you fell back asleep. When you awoke for the second time, it was about 9:30 and Roger surprisingly wasn’t awake yet. You carefully removed his arm from around your middle and rolled out of bed, changing back into your tank top and ornate robe, opened the door, and decided to make breakfast with what you could find. You had to admit you were sick of scrambled eggs. With what you could find it seemed like you could make hard boiled eggs and chocolate banana pancakes, so you buckled down and got to work, making sure you’d have enough time for your get together with John in a couple hours.
Brian awoke to the smell of food which pulled him out of bed against his will to go investigate. He was curious; food never smelled that good in his and Roger’s household. He walked into the kitchen to see you happily humming as you flipped a pancake. It was an image he knew he could get used to - wished he could get used to. He leaned against the wall, for a moment, pretending he was in another universe where you were his and not Roger’s.
“Good morning, Cinderella.” He smiled, remembering your afternoon in the pumpkin patch as he sat at the table.
You turned around, surprised, yet knew exactly who was standing across from you. “Morning, Bri.” You giggled. “Want some pancakes?”
“Course. I’ll take a couple please. That is, if you have enough?”
“Oh sure,” you said, hurriedly putting the plate of the four finished pancakes in front of him. “Roger’s not up yet, so please help yourself. I can always make more.” You said with a pat on his shoulders, turning back to the stove.
Your touch sent a jolt through his body. He was immediately confused emotionally. Enamored by your beauty and personality, yet turned off at the mention of Roger’s name.
“Your nightgown is lovely.” He smiled as he cut his stack of pancakes.
“Oh this?” You said, pausing to re-tie the bow at your waist. “It’s just a robe.”
“Well, it flatters you.”
“Why thank you, Mr. May.” You said with a blush.
Why am I blushing? Didn’t I chose Roger?
After making a couple more pancakes for yourself in awkward silence you sat next to him at the table with some pancakes for yourself. You started to eat, the tension still building, and it finally broke as he finished his second pancake.
“Does he make you happy?”
“Roger?”
He nodded, unable to verbally confirm.
“Yeah, I think so? It hasn’t been long, but I feel happy when I’m with him, if that counts for anything.”
He silently nodded, observing the information.
“What about Spain?”
You paused. “You know about that?”
He nodded, looking at Roger’s door, silently divulging who spilled your secret.
“He came home crushed last night, Y/N. I’ve never seen him so defeated. You know Roger; depressed isn’t usually one of his modes. He’d been out drinking for a little bit; not that he wasn’t coherent, he just went to drink away his sorrows for a bit. You crushed him. I don’t think he slept at all until you guys got back here. That’s how I knew he was going to get you when you called at 3:30 in the morning. You’re the only person in this whole world who could have gotten him to leave his room last night.”
“Oh.”
“So? What about Spain, then?”
“I don’t know. I just was lonely last night and-”
”So you’re using him?”
“No. I didn’t say that.” You said, getting up to get more pancakes as he grabbed your arm.
“Then why, Y/N?”
You took a deep breath. “Because I guess I’m afraid to let him go. Afraid of what will happen if I don’t give this a chance.”
A look of shock came across his face. “Has he hurt you? Is that why you feel like you can’t leave? Because if he has, I swear to god I’ll kill him.” Brian said enraged.
“Oh no! Oh god, no. Roger’s been nothing less than a perfect gentleman. I guess that’s what’s making it so hard. I love him.”
“Oh… good. Well then I guess we both have our answers.” He said, getting up to put his plate in the sink.
“Brian please, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Well that’s the second time you’ve confessed it in front of me, and from what I’ve heard you said it multiple times in the last couple days. When are you going to admit to yourself that you’re in love with him?” He said, throwing his hands up in the air as he put his plate in the sink.
You were at a loss for words, and your eyes welled with tears.
“I’m sorry, Love. I didn’t mean to yell- I just, I don’t know.” He says, head hanging in shame.
“It’s okay.” You whispered.
It was silent for a moment, your hand on his bicep as he leaned against the counter top, you facing him as he leaned against the sink, gazing into his hazel eyes.
“I don’t know what I want yet,” you quietly admitted. “I’ll know soon though, I owe that to him and myself. I just need time.”
He nodded understandingly.
“Well, um, thanks for breakfast. It was re-” He said awkwardly as you cut him off, wiggling out of your grasp.
“Brian?”
“Yes?”
“Would you like to go do something soon? Whatever really; I’m not picky. I feel like I know you the least of the guys after this weekend with Roger, and you’re always so kind to me; always so full of advice. I’d like our friendship to grow.” You smiled as he stepped back your way.
“Uh, yeah, yes!” He stuttered smiling as he swiped under his lip. “Yeah, Y/N. I’d like that a lot. That’d be great.” He smiled, rubbing your arms and kissing the top of your head in a friendly way before backing to the fridge to get some juice. “We’ll be in touch?”
“We’ll be in touch.” You smiled, patting his arm as you backed to make more pancakes, content with the silence between you two.
“I think I know how you feel about me.” You blurted out.
A look of shock fled across his face. “You do?”
You nodded. “But it doesn’t bother me; doesn’t change anything I mean. I’m okay as long as you’re okay.”
He laughed. “I’m quite fine, Love.” He said, faking a smile. “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy, no matter who you’re with.”
“Thanks, Bri.”
“Well as long as he’s not a complete and total dick.” He said, making you two laugh.
“I’ll take that into account.” You joked.
“But really, I’m okay with you and Roger. It makes me feel good to see how happy the two of you are together. Don’t think you have to act differently with Roger around me; I don’t mind it. I just want to see you both happy.”
“Really?”
“Really. Roger’s my best friend. I’m an only child, so he’s like the brother I always wanted and never had. We just happen to like the same girl, and that’s alright. What matters is who she chooses. Whatever she decides, we’ve gotta be happy with, because that’s what brothers do. Go wake him up, Y/N. He’ll be so excited to see you.” He smiled.
“You’re such an admirable person, Brian Harold May. Most people never mature as much as you have. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Love. Now, go on.” He encouraged as you walked to Roger’s door.
“Oh,” you started, hand on Roger’s doorknob. “Please don’t tell John I was here.”
“Alright. Why?”
“Well, that’s not important right now. I have to talk to him later, I’ll weave it in somehow. I just want him to hear it from me; nowhere else.”
He nodded understandably. “You’ve got my word.” He winked, going back to his juice as you walked into Roger’s room as you closed the door behind you.
The room was still kind of dark; the sun was peeking through Roger’s drapes, just quietly illuminating the room. He laid facing the window, so you quietly walked to his side of the bed, softly climbing on the bed to lay directly next to him, chest pressed flush against his. His eyes flickered open, instantly smiling at the sight of you. He pressed a kiss to your lips tightly wrapping his arms around you as he rolled into his back so you were laying on top of him. You pressed kisses all over his face, running your fingers through his hair as he giggled.
“Have I died and gone to Heaven, Y/N?”
“No?” You laughed as he rubbed your back. “Why?”
“Because you look so beautiful, like a bloody angel.”
“Oh stop,” you said laughing as your lips rejoined again. “I made you breakfast, my Love. Figured it’d be nice for a little change of routine around here, and that you could use the sleep after driving so long.” You said, pulling on his arm to try to get him to stand up. It only earned you a whine of unwant to move from Roger.
“Come on Roger,” you playfully scolded. “Get up to eat breakfast.”
“But I could eat breakfast in bed?” He suggested.
You laughed out loud. “Breakfast in bed? I made this beautiful breakfast and you want to eat it in bed? Nope. Not happening.”
“Well I could eat something else,” he seductively implied, flipping you over so you were laying on the bed as he attatched his lips to your neck.
“Roger,” you giggled as his kisses got more intense. “Roger! Roger!!” You said laughing as he nipped under your chin on your left side. “Stop!” You quietly yelled. “We’re not alone!”
“Okay, okay.” He resigned, getting off the top of you as you still laughed. “Just let me get some pants on.”
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Your morning with Brian and Roger was spent happily laughing between the three of you. Sometimes Roger would pull you into his lap, kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms tightly around you. As much as you enjoyed it, you couldn’t help but notice Brian slightly look away as soon as the slightest bit of affection was displayed between the two of you, but he quickly recomposed himself and laughed at how Roger was acting like a typical boyfriend, or by commenting on how happy the two of you were. Roger let you take the car home, and you walked in around noon to see Freddie painting his fingernails black; a typical thing for him to do.
“So? How’d it go?”
“He’s perfect.” You grumbled.
“Then why is that a bad thing, Y/N?” Freddie said, annoyed with your antics.
“Because! There’s also John, and Brian, and the whole Spain thing?!”
“So John and Brian are candidates too?”
“I- um… well, yeah. I guess so. I don’t know. I gotta be around them more.” You resigned, sitting next to him on the pull out couch.
“Then why even do that to yourself, Darling? If you love Roger, why are you not dating him?”
“Because I feel like the others deserve a chance. They all deserve a chance.”
“All of us?” Freddie questioned.
“Yes?” You hesitantly replied.
“Alright then.” he sighed. “Then I’ve been wondering, would you ever date me? Where do I stand?” He joked with a tad of seriousness.
“Well I don’t know, Freddie. You’d have to ask me out, then.” You joked back.
“And that right there is why we’d never happen. I’d never ask you out because I know what I’d be getting myself into; those poor bastards have no fucking clue.” He said sarcastically.
“Hey!”
“Remember dear, they don’t live with you, I do!”
You playfully punched him on the shoulder as he pulled you into his lap. To outsiders it seemed extremely affectionate, but things between you and Freddie always remained platonic. The two of you were just exceptionally close. But to everyone else, it’d seem like you were dating.
“But really, Darling. Would you ever date me?”
“Freddie.” You said seriously, wrapping your arms around his neck to make him look at you. “Why are you asking me this?”
“Well, look at us. We live together. We’re best friends. I don’t know.” A part of him was jealous of the others, even though he had no romantic attraction to you. He didn’t want to lose you. He just felt given your circumstance, he should have some attraction to you. Why didn’t he? Wouldn’t most people think there was something wrong with him for not trying to pursue his beautiful best friend?
You were silent.
“We act like this all the time. Couple-ey I mean. I don’t know. Forget I said something.” He tried to push you off his lap.
“Farrokh. I’m not going to just get up and cause a problem between us. We can’t have any tension in our friendship, Fred. We live in one room together.” You laughed. “Well, I guess I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of us together. But I just don’t know. I don’t know how I feel, do you?”
“Well, I have feelings for you, but-”
“Not like that.” You said in unison.
“Exactly. That’s how I feel too.” You smiled.
“Then we’ll just wait, Y/N. We’ll just be friends like we’ve always been.” He joked.
“Wait for what?”
“Well,” he tentatively started. “I know all four of you; you, Roger, Brian, and John, fairly well. If what I think is going to happen happens, then you’ll… y‘know. You’ll need me.”
“Need you for what?”
“Oh hush, Darling.” He spat out. “If you haven’t realized it now, you’re not going to until it happens. Could happen next week, could happen in a year.”
“Can you tell me now?”
“No. Go get ready for your day with John. It’s 11:30 and you’re still in your pajamas for crying out loud!” He said, brushing you off laughing.
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John arrived promptly at one, just as you were finishing your makeup. You opted for a white , long sleeve shirt, layering it with your light blue pinafore dress, but you still hadn’t put on your shoes.
“Looking for your ruby slippers?” John said in the doorway, hands full of a bouquet for roses.
“Ha-ha. Very funny Deaky.” You smiled as you took the flowers, pulling him into a tight embrace.
“These are gorgeous, you really didn’t have to get me flowers.” You smiled.
His face filled with a blush as he nervously scratched the back of his neck. “Well I know how much you like them, so I had to get you some.” He smiled, leaning in to kiss you, but you strategically dodged it as you sat to put on your shoes.
“Do you have plans for us today?” He asked.
“Nope. Just wanted to be with you.” You smiled.
“Then I was thinking we could go for a picnic, I packed a basket in my car. We always liked to go for picnics back home.”
“That sounds wonderful.” You said, grabbing your coat to walk out. “Bye Freddie!”
“Bye, Love.”
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The car ride with John felt completely normal, like the two of you had never stopped talking. You sang along to the songs in the car, heard things about his family, really just enjoying the time you had lost over the past year with your best friend. As he pulled into a parking spot at the park, he looked at you smiling.
“Thanks, Y/N.” He smiled.
“For what?”
“For doing something with me today. You have no idea how much I’ve needed this. How much I need you.” He blushed. “Oh, and I didn’t mean that sexually.” He laughed awkwardly. “I just meant that I’ve missed spending time with you.”
“I know, Deaky. I’ve missed you too.” You smiled back.
The two of you got out of the car, John taking the blanket as you hooked the basket on your arm, casually laughing and joking as you followed the paved path to get to the pond at the center of the park.
“Lovely,” John laughed. “You look just like Dorothy.”
“Well, then you know what we have to do.” You smiled, hooking your arm with his, much like you and Freddie had the first night you met. The Wizard of Oz was yours and John's favourite movie growing up, the two of you constantly pretending you were Dorothy and the Cowardly Lion, and always choosing to watch it on movie nights.
The two of you started to skip down the pathway as you sang the title song, once again pretending you were skipping your way to Oz. You quickly reached an open clearing of grass to the side of the pond, turning there with your arms still hooked together as John dropped the blanket on the ground, scooping you in his arms and spinning you around as you ended the song, leaving the two of you laughing as he promptly sat on the ground, your head in his lap.
He smiled down at you, fanning your hair out on his lap as he said, “Just like old times.”
Not long after, the blanket was laid out and the food divided between the two of you as you comfortably ate your lunch in silence.
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After you left that morning with the car, Roger knew he didn’t have many options of what to do that day, so he decided to take the path through the woods behind his apartment building to the park. As he emerged from the woods, he started to walk around the pond, stopped in his tracks by the musical laughter across the pond from where he stood.
And then he saw it.
Saw you.
Being spun around by John, your head in his lap as the two of you enjoyed an afternoon together. He finally understood why John had erupted two times now at the mention of you with someone else; it made his blood boil. He couldn’t bear the thought of someone else being with you.
Love certainly did crazy things to people.
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After you John finished eating your sandwiches and catching up, John looked at you with an immense amount of sincerity in his eyes.
“Lovely?”
“Hm?”
“Are we going to talk about last night?”
You sighed, knowing exactly what he was getting at. “Yeah, I guess we should.”
“So, like. You kissed me, Y/N.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Pause.
“You kissed me back.” You said.
“Yeah, I know.” He smiled, scratching the back of his neck. “I’d been waiting for that to happen for quite some time now, Lovely.” He admitted. “So are we, you know, together?”
You closed your eyes, not wanting to beak his heart again.
“I can’t right now, John. I want to, but I- you know,”
He rolled his eyes, “I know. You’re in love with Roger and once again I’m second best.”
“No, John, it’s not like that.”
“Then what kind of bullshit excuse do you have this time, Y/N?”
You were taken back by his harshness. It appalled you how forceful he became when the two of you discussed your love life.
“I’m going abroad, John.” It was silent. “But I don’t want to lose you again. Or Roger, or Brian, or Freddie. I’ll call every day; I have a lot to make up for considering how awful of a friend I was, but I’ve got to make it up to you. I promise I will.”
He seemed to process the information. “Where are you going, Lovely?”
“Spain. An area on the coast called Valencia. It’s a beautiful place filled with opportunities. I’ll leave there a part of a symphony. It was too good to pass up, you know?”
“So that’s why you don’t want a boyfriend right now?”
You nodded. “I think it’d just be too hard, you know, being in another country and all?”
He nodded a sad smile. “So it had nothing to do with me?”
“No, Deaky. Nothing to do with you at all.” You giggled.
“Oh.” He trailed off for a moment, looking around as he gathered his thoughts. “I’m sorry I got mad I just- I, I don’t know.”
“It’s okay”
“So, even though you’re going away, can I still get my best friend back?”
“Of course.” You smiled. The two of you laughed and caught up as you ate your lunch, purely just happy to be getting your friendship back. However, in the back of your mind you couldn’t help but think about how he reacted when you discussed your love life of it didn’t involve him. Would he ever be okay with you daring anyone else?
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You walked into your dorm smiling, completely content as to how your day with John went, to find Freddie doing some homework at his desk.
“So, how’d it go?”
“Good,” You cooed, drawing out the “o’s” in “cooed”.
“How was John?”
“Good,”
“Brian called,” he started. “You’ve got to bring the car back.”
“Mhm,” You said, only half listening to him as you started to organize.
“Have you decided, Y/N?”
“Decided who you like, Roger or John, or if you aren’t going to date one of them at all.”
“No, I will. You know me Fred. I’m not good at decisions. Just gotta make sure I make the right one, you know?”
“Y/N,” Freddie scolded, the harshness in his voice catching your attention. “Did you hear me? I said Brian called. You have to bring the car back. Roger wants his car back.”
“Okay? What’s up with you! I just walked in the door, I’ll bring back the car after I’ve gotten settled for a bit, alright?!”
“Oh my god, you’re impossible,” he muttered under his breath. “Alright,” he sighed, clearly annoyed, “I wasn’t going to tell you because it isn’t my place to tell you, and I don’t even know if he wants you to know, but Roger saw you and John in the park today. It broke him. He wouldn’t even talk to me on the phone, that’s when Brian called me.”
“What?!” you exclaimed. “No! He wasn’t supposed to see that!”
“Well, he did, Y/N. Were you even going to decide to date him anyways, or just fuck around with him like you have been?”
“Freddie-”
“Be honest.”
You sighed, taking a deep breath of air to gather your feelings. “I don’t know. I care for Roger, just as I care for John, but there’s everything with Spain and I consciously can’t make a decision like that right now, Fred.”
“Okay, then let’s pretend there’s no Spain. Who would you choose?”
“Roger,” You quietly admitted.
“Then fix this bloody mess you’ve made, and just enjoy your time left in London.”
“You’re no good for me. That’s what I want to do, but you know I can’t, Fred.”
“No, you know you can, but your scared.” He corrected.
“I just, I know John won’t be happy.” You admitted.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Freddie sighed. “For once in your life, would you please just fucking let yourself be happy!”
You winced at his words. “Freddie,” you said, voice trembling, “I can’t when I know it’ll just hurt other people.”
He let out a groan of frustration. “Y/N! You don’t think I’m a little hurt that you’re going to Spain?! You don’t think Roger’s hurt right now because he thinks you’re using him? You don’t think Brian’s hurt because he doesn’t even think you consider him as an option? It happens, Y/N. People get hurt, and sometimes it’s because of you, but you have to learn to be strong enough to trust that they’ll deal with it themselves. Worry about yourself, Y/N. Make yourself happy and everything else will fall into place.”
You silently pulled him in for a tight embrace, signaling you understood, and in all honesty you really did.
It was time to clear this all up, starting with the one who would take the news the worst.
John.
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“You can do this,” Freddie encouraged, squeezing your hand as you brought the phone up to your ear.
“Hello?”
Breathe in.
Breathe out. “Hi Deaky.”
“Oh, hello Lovely. What’s up?”
“I’ve got to talk to you about something.”
“Okay?”
“You know how earlier I said I couldn’t handle a relationship right now with Spain and all?”
“Mhm?”
“I, um. I think I changed my mind?”
“Really?”
His optimism killed you.
“Yeah, and if things were different, maybe we could try things, but you know,”
“So you’re calling me to tell me you don’t want to date me?”
“I didn’t mean it like that John, I just wanted to be honest with you.”
“Unbelievable. It’s Roger, isn’t it?”
“I didn’t say that, I just-”
“Then who is it now, Y/N?”
You paused. “You know John, I had a hard time deciding who I was going to choose, because yes, I genuinely have feelings for you, but this is exactly why I’ve chosen someone else. Every time there’s mention of me with another guy, you close up, you become rude, assertive, and basically start attacking me. Your jealousy is appalling, John, and with the stress of everything else I just didn’t think I could handle that in a relationship right now.”
It was silent for a moment. “I’m sorry. I- I didn’t realize.”
“I know.”
“If you could just give me another chance-“
“I wish I could. But John, I don’t have too much longer before I leave, and I just want to enjoy them. You were right, earlier. I’m in love with Roger. And I love you too, but I’m in love with him, and I’m sorry, but there’s just nothing I can do to change that right now. I wish I could.”
You didn’t actually wish you could; you were just saying that to console him.
“I understand, Lovely.”
You didn’t know what to say.
“This isn’t a no forever for us, John. You never know what’ll happen when I come back, but we’ve just reconnected again, I think we have some rebuilding of our friendship to do before we could have a relationship. We’ve lost the trust, you know? And it’s creating a lot of hurt feelings. You and I both know that isn’t healthy for a relationship.”
“I know. So, why are you calling.”
“I dunno,” you sighed. “I guess I just wanted to be honest with you with how I was feeling. Wanted to be honest with Roger, too, but I couldn’t do that without telling you first.”
“Well, thanks I guess.” He awkwardly laughed.
“Yeah. I’ll see you soon?”
“Sure, bye Y/N.”
You hung up the phone, looking at Freddie for approval.
“Good job,” he nodded. “So what now?”
“I’m gonna go get my boyfriend back.”
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You parked the car at Roger and Brian’s shared apartment, shocked to the door opening in your face before you could even knock.
“Oh, hi Bri,” you laughed. “Rog home?”
“Yeah.” He said monotone, his body in the doorframe blocking you from entering.
“Could I come in?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“W-why?”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about, Y/N.” He laughed in disbelief.
“Brian, it wasn’t what it looked like, I just want to clear things up with Rog.”
“You sure about that? Because this morning you asked me to not tell John you were here. You trying to date both of my mates at the same time?”
“Seriously? I can’t believe you. I’d never, Brian. Like I said, it wasn’t what it looked like with John. I love Roger, that’s why I’m here, to make things right.”
“I think it’s too late, Y/N. I’m sorry. He stormed in earlier saying he was done taking your shit when all he had done was shone you love, and honestly, I can’t blame him. You know how I feel for you, so this is hard for me right now, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Roger’s my best mate, and he’s always going to come before any girl. I’m sorry, Love.”
Your eyes filled with tears as you wrapped yourself in your own arms for some form of consolidation.
“If what you’re saying is true, Love, just give him time. Roger’s, a hot head; he’s very impulsive. Give him a little time to mull it all over, show some effort. He’ll come around.”
“Yeah,” You nodded, unable to say more through your tears as you turned away to start your walk home.
In ending things with John? I’ve lost Roger?
What have I done?
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Three Weeks Later:
You’d been calling Brian and Roger’s every day, sometimes twice a day, your effort going seemingly unnoticed. November had just started, and you’re really feeling absolutely defeated. You’d gone to a couple of rehearsals with Freddie, but Roger had just ignored you. Pretended as if you didn’t even exist. You knew you deserved it, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. You and John grew a bit closer, your friendship mending as you frequently went for drinks or walks together, which was exactly where you wanted it to be. You explained everything that had happened with Roger, and he could see in your eyes how much it upset you, so decided it’d be in his best interest not to press the matter, instead just working on rekindling his relationship with you.
As you sat in your dorm with Freddie on a cold November night, tears of frustration welled in your eyes as you tapped your pencil, looking out the window in intense concentration, trying (and failing) to think of anything other than Roger.
“You’re doing it again, Darling.”
“I’m gonna call again.”
“You just called ten minutes ago, Y/N.”
“I know, but I just feel like I could maybe get through this time. Brian didn’t pick up last time.”
“You say that every time.”
“I know.” You said staring at him, both of you knowing fully well what was coming next.
“Alright, get on with it then.” He said rolling his eyes and stealing back to the novel in his hands.
You approached the phone in the hallway with a deep breath, hurriedly typing in the numbers you memorized weeks ago.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Just as you were about to hang up, someone picked up the phone.
“Hell-”
“Roger?”
“Nope, Love. It’s Brian.”
“Oh. Hi Bri.”
“Gosh, don’t sound so disappointed to hear me, Y/N.” He laughed. As loyal as he was to Roger, Brian didn’t want to admit that he’d become closer with you over the phone in the last month or so, always picking it up in Rogers absence. There was an unspoken camaraderie between the two of you now; Brian secretly trying to help you weave your way back into Roger’s heart.
One time, about two weeks ago, you mistakenly ran into Brian at a bar, the two of you sitting and taking for a while, your friendship really budding from there. As you stared into his hazel eyes that night, he assured you that you’d never left Roger’s mind for a second, and that you completely owned his heart, he was just letting his own pride get in the way, which given the situation was completely understandable. You couldn’t help but think that there could possibly be something there with Brian in the future, but if you even dared pursue it now with all the drama surrounding Roger, you were pretty sure both Freddie and Roger would rip your head off. And besides, you had chosen Roger. That was your main focus.
“You there, Y/N?” He laughed.
“Oh yeah, yeah, just thinking. You know, Bri, even though this isn’t the way I wanted to get closer, I’m glad that our daily phone calls have created a friendship between the two of us. It’s nice.”
You could feel his smile through the phone. “Oh me too, Sweetheart. But I actually have an insight. Rog was talking about you earlier, saying something along the lines of “his mind won’t let him stop talking to you, so one of these days he was going to have to get the courage to talk to you again,” but I don’t think you should wait anymore. It’s been long enough. So, uh, yeah, what I’m saying, Love, is that you should really talk to Roger tonight. I’m going out with some old friends from high school. Rog is just in his room moping per usual. I was thinking I could leave my key under the doormat for you, and you could just come in and see how it goes from there?”
“You don’t think he’ll be mad?”
“Eh, he might be at first. But he’ll get over it. I know he’s been dying to see you.”
You took a deep breath. “Alright then, what time are you leaving?”
“In ‘bout an hour. I’d say get here in an hour and a half so we can make sure he doesn’t leave. Don’t think he will though, but again, just to make sure.”
“Thanks Bri, it really means a lot.”
“Of course, anything to help.” He smiled.
“Wish me luck.”
You rushed back to your room, putting on the outfit, the fur coat, and necklace Roger have you, curling the bottoms of your hair and doing your makeup. As you scrambled around the room to find shoes, since you still had the fifteen minute walk to their apartment, Freddie screamed, “Jesus Christ, what the hell are you doing?!?”
Ultimately, you decided to just be authentic, convey what you truly mean and feel. Then it’ll all work itself out. You shakily approached the door, fumbling under the doormat as you grasped Brian’s key, quietly sticking it into the doorknob.
Here goes nothing.
You walked into the dimly lit apartment, setting your bag and shoes on the shoe rack as you quietly made your way to Roger’s room, the door almost completely shut. You peeled inside to find him turned away from you, and it appeared that he was asleep in his bed, the only light being provided from the moon in the window across from his face. You quietly pushed the door open, unsure of how to approach the situation.
Do I check if he’s awake?
Just start talking?
“Y/N,” an internal voice told you. “Just convey your thoughts and emotions.”
And like a light bulb if hit you, and so you started singing.
“Are you lonesome tonight, do you miss me tonight
Are you sorry we drifted apart
Does your memory stray to a bright summer day
When I held you and called you sweetheart?”
You saw him stir; he’d been awake the whole time. He knew it was you. With your heart racing you walked to the other side of the bed to see his face as you continued your song.
“Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again
Tell me dear are you lonesome tonight?”
You crouched down to the side of the bed as you finished, Roger sitting up and taking your hand in his. A couple of tears ran down your cheeks, partially from nerves, also from the expression of what you just had conveyed to him.
How you conveyed it to him.
In a way you never had before.
It almost felt natural, but it scared you. You were just proud that you shared that vulnerability with him.
“I told you you could sing.” He softly said, very little tone to his voice.
“That’s really the first thing you say to me, after all these weeks?” you laughed, tears still flowing down your face.
“I didn’t know what to say, Y/N.” He admitted. “I’m sorry. Can -can I hug you? Don’t wanna make it awkward or anything, but you’re crying and all, and that was so beautiful-” he rambled from his nerves.
“You can always hug me, Roger.” You smiled, and he pulled you in for a warm embrace. You smelled his musky, almost vanilla like smell, it engulfed him just as it did you as soon as you were wrapped in his arms.
It smelled like home.
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A/N- FINALLY ITS OUT!!!! Alright guys, so the next discussion is SUPER IMPORTANT, so next chapter is gonna probably be released soon and be like maybe a 6b, just cuz it’s short, but is necessary to the plot. I hope you liked this!!! Lemme know if you wanna be added to my taglist. Thank you for being patient. ♥️-C
This was going to be a oneshot, but then I had a lot of John one shots that could all go into one universe together, so this is gonna be a JohnxReader 4 or 5 part mini series.
Chapter 1 , Chapter 1 Aesthetic
-Oneshots:
Roger Taylor x Reader
My Other Half (Roger Taylor x Reader Oneshot)
My Other Half Aesthetic (Roger Taylor x Reader)
Unforgettable (Roger Taylor x Reader Oneshot)
In Sync (Roger Taylor x Reader Oneshot)
Brian May x Reader
‘Till Death Do Us Part, My Love (Brian May x Reader Oneshot)
‘Till Death Do Us Part, My Love Aesthetic (Brian May x Reader Oneshot)
Merry Christmas, Darling (Brian May x Reader Oneshot; Thank God It’s Christmas Event gift to @hannafuckingsucks )
She Makes Me (Brian May x Reader Oneshot)
Freddie Mercury x Reader
Bliss (Freddie Mercury x Male!Reader Oneshot; HalloQueen Event gift to @rushingheadlong)
Bliss Aesthetic (Freddie Mercury x Male!Reader Oneshot; HalloQueen Event gift to @rushingheadlong)
