#i only say he’s from liverpool bc it’s closer to where he actually lives and he knows lpool like the back of his hand

[modernmanblues]

i know we only talk on the phone every now and then but, yesterday we had some time to speak over the phone and i don’t know if this is just me but i’m starting to think that he has more of a manchester rather than a liverpool accent.

[financialinstability]

uni!roger taylor & brian may - car ride one-shot

my first fic!! wooo!!

word count:  1365

warning: angst! a lot of maylor (but its platonic bc i know who god is sis)!! there might be grammatical errors or stuff like that since english is like my third language lmao, mentions of violence tag: @benmydickhardy @fckmeroger-ina (i sent u an anon) 

----------------- It was the eary hours of morning and the lack of Brian shouting at him was quite concerning. Usually by now he would’ve gotten a real handful of what consequences he could get for his behavior and how it would affect the band - if they ever made it big. This time, it had gone too long since they had spoken, and it seemed as if neither of them wanted to touch the subject.

The silence in the car was deafening and the roads were empty only lit up by the occasional street lamp. “Honestly, Roger you’re un-fucking-believable - how many times do I have to pick you up from these things?” Brian calmly breaks the silence.

Roger sighed and looked out the window. He hated it when he got confronted like this, but he wasn’t surprised.

“I can’t have it on my conscience. The people at the top have to listen and end that dreadful war” He answers, trying to keep the conversation calm.

Usually it would be a lot of screams and accusations of lack of empathy and how silence strengthens the enemy but tonight was different. Roger knew that he shouldn’t have called Brian who had a huge exam in a few days that he was nervous about passing.

Which is highly unusual for Brian, but the usual feeling for Roger when it came to uni work.

---- 4 hours earlier

“Roger it’s fucking 2 am, this better be good” Freddie hissed through the phone.

“Listen Fred, you’re the fifth person I’ve rang - you’ve gotta come pick me up. I am in Liverpool” Roger answered, his voice low and anxious.

If Freddie didn’t come - he would have to call Brian and disturb his studies. Roger would probably have to endure another lecture on irresponsibilities and “what ifs” with the worst case scenarios.

Roger was used to going to demonstrations and he was used to getting arrested since the police now seemed to recognize him from previous events. It was important to him to be a part of the masses and send the messages of demand to politicians and their kind. This time he had gone to one against the Vietnam war, in Liverpool. 4 hours away from where he lived and the only thought that had hit him was “fuck it, they need to know that we won’t stop until they get out”. Surprisingly out of all of the demonstrations he had been at for this cause, he had only been arrested 4 times. “Holding cells get filled up quickly I guess” he thought since luck had left him when it came to clashes with police.

He loves Brian, but sometimes he kept treating him like a delicate flower - especially when he went to marches and demonstrations. He remembers clearly the time he had to get bailed out because of a protest for the cuban revolution. It was the first time he had called Brian to get him out, usually it had been his sister or freddie. Hell, he once paid Mary to come get him out.

Brian yelled at him for being irresponsible and getting arrested. He even told him to stop provoking cops which he gladly responded with “acab” which earned him a playful smack to the back of his head. After that it became a regular thing. Brian getting a call, often very late from Roger who was stuck somewhere far away and needed a ride back. At first Brian liked hearing Rogers opinions, mainly because they never discussed politics but it also fascinated him that Rog didn’t mind the “commie” label. Hell that man would fucking insist on you using it and force you to explain why it’s a bad thing. Brian would never admit it, but it was amusing to observe at parties when some political science majors asked questions or just people you could see were conservative. You’d have to look for a long time to find a more colorful reputation than Roger Taylor, and the man knew it very well.

“Roger, that’s a 4 hour drive one way. You’re fucking mad if you think I’m coming to get you” Freddie answered with muffled voices in the background. Roger was sure that he was rolling his eyes and tried to explain to Mary what the late call was about. “I have places to be tomorrow, can’t you get arrested somewhere closer?” he continued with a small laugh. Roger smirked “you know me, I need to explore the kingdoms holding cells”.

The annoyed cough of the cop made him remember that he couldn’t keep bantering with Freddie and actually had to find someone to come and get him. He sighed and said goodbye to Freddie.

“Is your mate coming?” The cop didn’t even bother to hide his annoyance with the blonde boy in front of him. “I’m getting really tired of seeing your face.” Roger knew that he could react and probably get punched or he could do what he had been doing for the past hour - pick up the phone and dial a new number again. Sure, the cop got even more annoyed because it technically wasn’t allowed, but he’d been in this situation enough times by now to know that he would annoy them more if he didn’t do it.

It took one ring for Brian to pick up the phone so Roger knew he didn’t interrupt any sleep. Not too surprising considering that exam was right around the corner, but he swallowed his pride as he said the words that he had said so many times now. He felt shame as he disturbed his friend with this, again.

“Could you pick me up? I’m at the police station in central Liverpool”

There was a silence before he heard Brian sigh and accept the mission. Jokingly he had asked him to try to avoid any more trouble.

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“I promise, this is the last time I’ll call to pick me up from these things. I tried to get someone else I swear” Roger said, not daring to even look in the other man’s direction. “I know that you don’t agree with the way I do things politically and how I express my opinions.” He felt his insecurities build up and it felt just like the feeling when he stood in the crowd and chanting demands for change and action. Never had the blonde man felt so alone in the world. What if he one day gets killed while “on duty” as he liked to say it? Would anyone bother to care and come looking for answers? Hell, he didn’t even know if anyone would give a damn enough about him to demand justice if he got unfairly treated by cops or if anyone would believe it to be unprovoked. The thoughts alone scared him, but he didn’t want to share the vulnerability with someone he knew he had majorly screwed over by asking him to drive for 4 hours to come pick him up from yet another police station.

Suddenly the car stops, and the man beside him turn to face him, for the first time in hours. Brian’s brown eyes look into his baby blues. Roger could see the worry in Brian’s eyes and he was pretty sure that Brian could see his anxiety in his.

“Please don’t.” The other man said and looking down as if to hide something “I need you to call me in these situations so that I know you survived.” He was fickling with his hands as if he was holding something with his head still looking down. The serious note lingering as he raises his head to say “Don’t make me think that you’re a part of the rising number in casualties” while mocking the sound of a newscaster telling a story of a lethal railroad accident. Both men burst into laughter. “Thanks, I’ll try my best” Roger said and signalized to get back on the road. They had a bit left before they were home. Brian started the engine and quickly got back to the road. They continued the road trip home in a comfortable silence. Roger could finally relax, knowing that he isn’t the bother he once thought he was.

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