#also i wasn't originally going to give kid sunglasses but then i once again remembered that one singular panel in the manga

[actuallyimabird]

Just needed to get it out of my system

[rogue-barnes-16]

SHE'S DIFFERENT

Request: Sis I’m gonna request a Ben! Roger Taylor imagine were mans is dating a younger girl like 19 and just fluff and somewhat steamy, you can go from there bc I just need that

Pairing: Ben!Roger Taylor x young!Reader

Genre: fluff

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Requested by: @langdonzvoid

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Warnings: drunk!Roger, language, some angst, makeout session

A/N: I did it but I have to warn you that there's some angst because I live for the angst and I can't help myself (sorry). Also, to whoever prefers the original Roger Taylor, I guess it'll work too even it the Gif is from Ben Hardy's Roger Taylor. Enjoy <3.

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The boy I had sent to look for Roger came out of the building, the blond drummer walking behind him. "hey there, beautiful"

I smiled at Roger and waited for the boy to get back inside before walking towards my boyfriend. "Hi, Blondie." he stared at me with a big grin on his face. "why did you call me?"

"I wanted to see you" he replied, discreetly tangling his fingers with mine. "I missed that pretty face of yours" he leaned on to kiss me, just to be stopped by me. "what?"

"Rog" I gave him a warning glare, pushing his chest lighty. "what are you playing at?"

"nothing" he muttered, leaning again, this time with one of his hands holding my hip. And again, I stopped him.

"Roger."

"what? I just want to kiss my girl" I raised my eyebrows. He groaned, rolling his eyes. "I want them to know, okay?" I couldn't help but snort. "why are you laughing? Y/n" he pulled me closer by my hips. "Y/n, don't laugh. I mean it."

"No you don't" he clenched his jaw and my laugh faded. "Okay baby, you mean it. But why now?"

"I don't know" he mumbled. "just- please, Y/n. I want them to know you."

It was my first month working as a waitress, and since I was doing well, the manager asked me to attend the bar that night.

At one in the morning, seeing no patrons had entered, I dismissed the two waiters that were working with me. I was getting ready to call it a night when the gates of the pub abruptly opened, letting Roger Taylor in.

"GOOD MORNING!" he yelled dramatically loudly.

"It's still night, Rog!" Freddie fucking Mercury entered behind him, along with their other band mates. "isn't it, my darling?" he asked.

I stayed still, not knowing what to say, while the pub was filled with the accompanying the band.

At four in the morning they were all blackout drunk and making a mess. When John Deacon threatened to fall off the table he was standing on, I knew it was time to call the manager.

Right before grabbing the phone, I saw Roger stumbling into our locker room. "shit. Hey!" I ran to stop him, but when I entered, he was already throwing up all over the floor.

He stared confused at the mess he had made, struggling to stand up "Thought it was the toilets." I ran towards him when I saw he lost the balance. "shhhit... I'm so fucked up. Sorry"

"I'll take you to the actual toilets" I informed him, passing one of his arms over my shoulders.

"I'm going to be sick" he managed to warn me. I quickly made him kneel in front of the toilet, holding back his hair with one hand while I put the other against his forehead to steady him while he was throwing up. He then looked at me up and down, shamelessly checking me out. "have someone told you how gorgeous you are?"

I raised my eyebrows "are you sure you wanna hit on me right now?" He opened his mouth to speak, but I made lean down when I noticed he was going to puke once more.

"wanna come home with me, beautiful?" he asked looking over his shoulder, the ghost of a smirk showing up on his pretty face.

"not tonight" I replied.

"why not?" he whined, pouting at me.

"well, you're wasted" I stated, letting his head rest over one of his arms while I reached for a piece of toilet paper to clean his mouth. "I would be taking advantage of you."

"really?" I nodded and he opened his eyes widely. "and you care?" I nodded again and he frowned at my words, visibly confused.

I sighed and got up. "I have to phone my boss. Your friends and you are making one hell of a mess"

Before I left, he managed to hold my wrist and lazily pulled me to him. "what's your name?"

"Y/n" I replied.

"wanna go out with me, Y/n?"

I couldn't hold back a snort. "now?"

"yes?"

"No!" I replied, biting back a laugh.

He knitted his eyebrows, sitting up against the wall. "do you have a pen?" I nodded. "can you write down your address on my arm, please?"

"why?" I asked, even though I was already grabbing the pen.

"I'll have to pick you up tomorrow"

"why would you?" I questioned, moving closer to write down my address.

"because we're not going out now" a smug smirk made its way to his lips, and I couldn't hold back the grin forming on mines.

"Darling" I called him, taking my time to trace in black ink the letters and numbers of my address. "tomorrow you're going to have a terrible hungover"

I didn't expect him to remember, but the next morning he was there, leaning against the door frame with a mischievous grin on his lips and his sunglasses shielding his eyes from the light.

Roger guided me into the studio where his friends were arguing about God knows what.

He cleared his throat. "Guys" when I noticed he was getting anxious I squeezed his hand to offer him some kind of support. "this is Y/n"

They all stared at me confused and I offered them a warm smile. "Hi"

"well look at that" Freddie spoke with a teasing smirk on his face. "he finally remembers the groupies' names."

"she's not a groupie, Fred" Roger half growled at his friend. "She's my girlfriend."

"Your what?" Brian was the next to speak, his eyes going from Roger to me and back to Roger. "how old is she?"

"I'm nineteen" I replied firmly, getting slightly mad at their reactions. "and I'm right here, there's no need to ask Roger, I think I know my age."

Brian raised his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry, I'm just shocked. I mean-" he opened his mouth a couple of times but didn't dare to continue the sentence.

"wait... I know her" John finally spoke, frowning at me. "aren't... Aren't you the girl from that pub? We met her a few months ago in a pub, guys." I nodded and he gave me an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for the mess."

"so Roger, darling." we all turned to Freddie, who was talking again. "a few months, huh? Did you cheated on the poor kid already?" I started at him confused, not really understanding the cause of this behavior.

Brian looked at Roger, whose face I couldn't see, and then gave his other friend a warning glare "Freddie-"

"what?" he stared at a Roger while talking, like no one else was there. "She's young and we know how is Rog, right?"

"Freddie, shut up" John warned calmly, staring worried at both me and my boyfriend.

"she's different" Roger growled with his jaw clenched and his knuckles going white due to the strength he was using to close his fist.

"I don't buy this, darling" Freddie took a hesitant step towards us and I realized what was happening. "she might not be a groupie, but she's one of toys." he was drunk.

I didn't realize I had let go of Roger until I saw him stalking towards Freddie with no other intention than punch him.

"Roger wait!"

Brian put himself in the middle, shielding Freddie and managing to somehow hold Roger back.

"say that again Fred" he hissed, trying to walk past his friend. "say that again and I'll throw you off the bloody window."

Apparently, Freddie took it as a challenge, because he stepped closer to Roger and whispered "she's one of your toys"

There was a second of silence before Roger pushed Brian with enough strength to get him out of his way.

John quickly got up to stop him while brian did the same "Roger, stop!" I tugged his arm, making him step back. "he's drunk. Rog." I tugged him again in an attempt to gain his attention, which now was on Freddie. "he's fucking drunk. Calm down."

he finally locked his eyes with mines, something similar to fear dancing on his pupils. Before I could say anything about it, he walked out of the studio.

I sighed when John and Brian gave me apologetic glances and I left to find Roger. It wasn't difficult at all, since he was leaning against one of the walls of the hall, trying to light up a cigarette with shaky hands.

I walked to him and, without saying anything, I grabbed to lighter from his hand and lit up the cigarette between his lips. "he didn't mean it" I whispered, letting him inhale the smoke before grabbing the cigarette and giving it a puff myself. "he's wasted."

"he meant it. He fucking believes it." He groaned. Giving me a quick glance, he took the cigarette away from me. "don't smoke, baby."

I huffed while he gave it a couple of puffs. "why you can but I can't?" I whined, trying to reach the cigarette just for it too be held away from my reach by Roger.

"because I'm fucked up." he replied with a half smile on his face, tucking a few strands of my hair behind my ear. "but you aren't."

We stayed in silence for a moment until he finished the cigarette.

"Y/n?" I looked up at him and prompted him to continue. "do you think what Freddie said it's true?"

"you didn't give me reasons to think like that" I assured him, tugging his jacket for him to lean on me and kiss me. "and I trust you" I whispered against his lips before the kiss turned into something more passionate rather than innocent.

His hands traveled to the small of my back to pull me even closer before going down to my ass "baby I'm no good."

"Oh I'm aware" I stated running my fingers through his hair and giving it a tug that drew a moan from his lips. "seven months it's enough time to realize that." he squeezed my butt before making me jump to wrap my legs around his hips. "Rog" I let out a chuckle when he buried his face on the crook of my neck, giving me light bites. "not here!"

"Okay, beautiful" he gave me a quick kiss before walking to a closed door and kicking it open. "here better?" he asked, closing it behind him.

"I guess" I replied, climbing off him, just to to be backed to the wall, where he attacked my neck and jaw once more while unbuttoning my blouse. "eager, are w-" my teasing words died when his leg got between mines, pressing against my crotch.

"yeah, very much" he growled, taking off his jacket while I was grinding against his thigh. "but, Y/n" I stopped my movements to look at him. "I need you to know I wouldn't-"

"I told you I trust you" I whispered, caressing his cheeks. "Okay?" he nodded, giving me, a quick kiss.

BRIAN'S P. O. V.

"I'm worried" I stated, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. "it's been a while. Why did you have to open your mouth, Freddie?"

"I told you I'm sorry" he groaned, rubbing his temples. "don't be such a bitch, darling."

"they were very upset" I said, getting up to get out.

"Brian, sit down" Deaky spoke, not bothering on looking up from his bass. "they're fucking somewhere in the building." he then looked at my shocked face "Let them be"