#also I hope they have explinations for the fact that their music uses at least 5 instruments from what I can hear maybe 6 since it kinda

[chisatowo]

I hope when we learn who the singers are in c-side we aren't explicitly told who's voice is who's and all descriptions of both of their voices are either too vague to tell or explicitly contradictory to other descriptions. This is me desperately not wanting the fish with the shrimp to be the high singer but not being hopeful btw

[megalony]

Always be here

Another Roger Taylor request from @rogersrager thank you again for the idea.

Enjoy.

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Request: (Y/N) is having a rough day due to her depression so Roger takes the day off to try and help.

(Y/N) didn't need to open her eyes to know that today wasn't going to work out in the way that she hoped it would. Today wouldn't be a day of doing her job with ease around the farm as she watched the magical process of Queen recording their music whilst she captured the memorable moments with her camera. Today was not going to be a day where she felt able to lift herself out of bed without her mind screaming for many different reasons. Depression was never an easy thing to deal with, and it was even worse to feel that you had to deal with such a big part of your life on your own without the help of any close or loved ones. (Y/N) was lucky in the sense that she didn't feel the need to hide her illness from Roger because he was so understanding of it, sometimes he even confided that he had felt much the same. Experiencing his own low points during his teens and into his early twenties and it lifted some of the weight to know that he understood what it was like to carry around such mental baggage. To deal with something that could not be seen by others or any doctor trying to help. But Roger knowing what (Y/N) dealt with didn't always mean she liked him knowing.

As much as his support meant the world to her and the fact that Roger didn't simply dismiss her pain, it still made (Y/N) feel like such a burden to have to tell him that today was going to be one of those days that no one could predict or seemingly help. They were currently at Ridge farm for the purpose of the band making their third album which they already knew was going to be something different. It was meant to be a few months to get away from distractions so their sole concern would be making sure that each song they all came up with was going to be the best that all of them could make it. This album meant everything to the band and (Y/N) couldn't bear the thought of stopping such a long and sometimes painful process just because she was dealing with something that came and went in waves. Depression was always in the back of her mind but it came and went as it so pleased. It burdened her in the times where she needed all of her strength and willpower the most and disappeared when everything seemed normal and the same to make her think that it never really left her. Being here at the farm making this album was something that was a one time experience, they were unlikely to be doing this again and therefore (Y/N) couldn't stop the process and delay them anymore. They were already falling behind in their schedule and she couldn't bear the thought of being one of the reasons they were delayed any more than this. Today felt like a day where even the simplest of tasks that she could normally do without thought was going to be too much to deal with. (Y/N) absolutely hated these days. Sometimes she could go about her daily tasks as if she were in a trance, she could brush or wash her hair, go and manage to get something to eat and walk around the flat without too much pain or emotions. She could control the feeling of everything becoming too overwhelming, of her life being too much of the same routines that she couldn't seem to break out of. Days like today were not that easy, these days were the ones where everything felt like it weighed a ton and then decided to weigh down in her mind to the point moving one muscle was simply too hard a task to complete. It hurt so much today that there was no reason for her to feel this down. When (Y/N) was back home at the flat she shared with Roger, there were times when she could find an explination for her depression suddenly taking control. Roger was the more successful one in the relationship though neither of them stated this out loud. He was the one who was in a band that was rising to fame, the one that got to perform to thousands of people whilst at concerts or on tour. (Y/N) only got to go on those tours because she was there to take photos and films of them in their element. Leading to the explanations for her depression, because Roger was out at the studio or out playing concerts and doing something that many people got to witness and experience. (Y/N) was taking photos of Queen and other celebrities whilst knowing no one was going to see her work or recognise it as hers, simply recognise who she was taking the pictures of. It felt like she made no difference in the world but Roger and Queen were because they were bringing such joy to thousands of people across the globe. There lies a reason she felt depression when at home and he was off at work or on a tour she couldn't go on. There was no explination for her depression today. Being allowed to come along to the farm with the boys was a dream come true, she could watch the magic happening and feel a part of it because she was allowed to be there. When the boys couldn't have their significant others with them because their jobs did not entwine with the band. They were away from home on something that resembled a holiday or a getaway, somewhere in the countryside that was so relaxing and peaceful. It had done wonders for (Y/N) these past few weeks in helping her mind relax and to feel like she was part of something amazing. But now as soon as her mind began to wake up the heaviness she felt in her mind and the aching behind her eyes told her this was not going to be one of those calming and exciting days. (Y/N) didn't realise that a stream of tears had made their way down her face, nor did she remember when she had moved her hand to her forehead to try and alleviate the sudden pain she had woken up with. Yet Roger did. His hand had reached out to turn off the alarm clock on the bedside table two minutes before it was bound to blare out its obnoxious tune to render them both sleepless. He loved those mornings where he could wake up just before the alarm and relish in the few minutes he could have just laid with no thoughts or worries, with the love of his life lying beside him. Shifting his gaze to his right Roger felt the strings holding his heart in place being cut allowing the organ to fall into the pit of his stomach when his eyes landed on his girlfriend. (Y/N) was laying on her back, hand pressed to her temple as streams of silent tears flushed her cheeks that were growing a blotchy ink shade of red that alarmed him to no end. They had only just woken up, what could have possibly happened to make her suddenly seem like someone had just told her a loved one had died? The answer hit Roger like a ton of bricks, a hand tightening around his throat to prevent his breaths from entering his system as he felt tears in the corner of his own eyes. Roger wasn't stupid, he knew that depression wasn't something that could easily disappear and a lot of the time he knew it was something people had to deal with for the rest of their lives. He had been one of the few people to only experience the smallest part of depression, he had seen the tip of the iceberg whereas (Y/N) had delved deeper into the water and was now unable to reach the surface again. The worst part was that there were no guidelines for things like this, he didn't have a handbook of things he could say or do that would help in the slightest to make days like these bearable for (Y/N). All that Roger was able to do was estimate what would be a good thing to say in this situation and what would be the best thing to do to help. He was no knight in shining armour at the best of times and there was no way for him to make this situation go away he knew that, but he hoped he would be enough to provide at least a small amount of comfort today. (Y/N)'s eyes snapped open when she felt the side of the bed moving, her breathing increasing at seeing the worry but also the evident pain plastered on Roger's face. A look that made her heartbreak and one that definitely did not suit the usually radiantly happy man. Resting one hand on the pillow beside her head Roger leaned over her, his free hand moving up and delicately brushing over her cheek trying his best to rid the tears from her face. "Morning baby." He mumbled quietly, not needing to address what was making her so upset because he already knew, and talking about it sometimes didn't do much good other than making (Y/N) feel worse. Leaning down he pressed his lips to her own so gently as if she were made of precious glass that would break under even the slightest amount of pressure. This gentleness making (Y/N)'s heart swell yet sink at the same time, she couldn't be a distraction today, not when the band were coming so close to finishing up their album. "I- I'll be okay. You need to work." (Y/N)'s voice came out strained as her throat was close to closing up, only just allowing the words to crawl out along with a hiccup that said otherwise to her words. "This isn't something you should have to deal with alone and I won't let you do that. Give me five minutes." Roger never told anyone about his depression, partly because it wasn't that much of a big influence on his life and partially because he didn't feel it was something he could simply offload onto others. He had suffered through a bad relationship in the past that left him with the feeling that nothing was going to get better and the horrible dull thoughts hitting against his skull rendering him useless. Though he hadn't felt like that for a few years now Roger still couldn't allow (Y/N) to go through this alone, especially when he was right here to help. He knew when she couldn't come on tour with the band she didn't tell him when she was going through bad days and it hurt him to know she was trying to do this alone when she didn't have to. His words and the tone he used told her that he wasn't arguing on this subject, he couldn't live with himself if he knew he simply went to work with the band and enjoyed playing his music when his girlfriend was suffering on her own with something that was so horrible for anyone to go through. True to his word Roger was no more than five minutes as he left the room in nothing but his boxers, quick to find the first member of the band he came across which just so happened to be John. Both asking and telling if the band could begin recording without him and he would catch up on his part tomorrow, needing to stay with (Y/N). John needed no convincing at all, Roger was genuine when he said he would do his vocals and his drums on record the next day and that he really needed to look after (Y/N) today. And that explination alone made John sure Brian and Freddie would have no qualms with working without their drummer for one day. "The boys agreed I can just record all my parts tomorrow, so we're free for the day." His words came out with a tone that sounded as if it had been coated in honey, a small smile pulling at his lips as he sat down on the side of the bed next to (Y/N)'s legs as she had pulled herself up into a sitting position in his absence. Leaning forward Roger rested his hand to her neck, thumb brushing over her jaw as he took in her features. Though the tears had stopped falling from her eyes her skin was still blotched with red and her eyes were close to becoming half-lidded showing she was beyond tired. "Come on, I have an idea." He mumbled quietly, getting to his feet before suddenly wrapping his arms around her, scooping her up into his hold. Closing her eyes (Y/N) rested her face in the crook of Roger's neck, feeling his head turn to his lips could press to the top of her head, his blonde hair sweeping across his other shoulder at the movement. Her arms wrapping around his neck lightly as her legs hooked around his torso, his arms going under her legs and the other around her back to hold her to him. Walking out of the bedroom Roger crossed the hall and entered the vacant bathroom, turning to lock the door before setting (Y/N) down on the edge of the bath. Kneeling in front of her before leaning over to turn on the taps and add bubbles into the water allowing the water to rush down, the noise flooding through their ears which had a calming effect on them both. As much as laying in bed would be a calming thing to do Roger knew that they had all day to do that and sometimes that wasn't as relaxing as just sinking into the water and closing your eyes for a while. Roger moved his arms around her to rest on her back, his chin propped up on her leg as (Y/N) leant down, hands going in his hair and to the back of his neck as she kissed his hair. A feeling of content washing through her as the need to cry slowly disappeared. Her head was still throbbing like someone was slowly hitting her skull with a hammer and her thoughts were driving around in her mind but Roger was an escape. He couldn't rid all of the symptoms or rid her depression completely but he was a lovely escape from the pain it caused and he dulled everything down so much so that it was bearable. When the bath was full enough and Roger thought there was a sufficient amount of bubbles resting atop the water he turned the taps off. Eyes glancing up to (Y/N) to ask if it was alright to rid her of his shirt that was draped over her frame and skimmed over her thighs. His hands grazing over her thighs to grip the rim of the shirt before sliding it up her sides and carefully pulling it from her frame. Throwing it carelessly to the side on the floor before ridding the both of them of their underwear and adding them to the pile too. The heat from the water seemed to seep into (Y/N)'s head and calm down her racing thoughts as soon as her body submerged into the tub. Body leaning back against Roger's as he weaved his arms around her middle holding her to his chest delicately. (Y/N) allowed her eyes to close as she rested the side of her head against Roger's rather slim shoulder feeling calm enough to fall asleep though she was sure she wouldn't. Roger knowing each time she was struggling didn't seem to be such a bad thing anymore because he didn't feel like her problems were a burden to him. He cared more than she would ever know and anything that was a problem to her was an immediate problem to Roger that he made his personal mission to try and solve or at the very least alleviate as much as he could. "Thank you." Her voice came out quiet again but not far as broken as Roger had noticed it was when they first woke up making him feel a swell of relief as he too closed his eyes in content. "I'll always be here to help you, sweetheart."