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Heartbeat - Roger Taylor x oc

Mara is close to finishing her first year at Music University. She is alone in one of the practice rooms banging on her drums when a tall, skinny blonde walks in who has quite the attitude toward her. Both being excellent drummers creates a natural rivalry and tension between them… Will they ever beat each other's mind games or will this connection light a different spark between them?

warning: smut and violence/strong language

It's April 1969, two more months until it's summer break. Mara swings her ginger hair around as she hits her drums thinking about what she will do once her first-year ends. As she hits the drums she doesn't notice that she's banging louder and louder until...

The door of the isolated practice room opens. A tall blonde guy with drumsticks in his hands walks in abruptly. "Hey, do you mind? I'm not supposed to hear you through these foam walls that's what they're for carrot."

Mara looks up, who does this British cunt think he is?  She moves her drumstick to the other hand and looks up. The first thing she notices is his pink glitter converse, she looks up a bit more and is exposed to his blue bell-bottom jeans and red button-up chemise. Not to mention, long locks of blonde hair covering his shoulders.

"Well I'm sorry am I interrupting your drumming and your ego?"                                                              She looks him up and down, "Blondie."

His blue eyes look her up and down "whatever keep it down 'cause I'm this close to throwing these fucking drumsticks around" He slams the door.

I didn't even get his name, bro thinks he owns the building. Mara looks up at the clock 03:24, she grabs her backpack and says goodbye to her drums for the weekend.

The bell rings and halls start to fill themselves with students excited to go home and recharge for Monday.

She pushes herself through the crowd to get to her locker with Helter Skelter still fresh in her mind. She opens her locker and puts her drumsticks in there, one falls out and rolls all the way to the brown backpack at the end of the hallway.

She closes her locker door as she sees the backpack being picked up. you got to be kidding me. She looks back into her locker "pink glitter fucking converse, fuck me" Her locker door slams closed. It's him. "Hey I have a name and no thank you I'm not that kind of guy." 

merde, I said that out loud. "Well, what kinda guy are you then?" He spins her drumstick in his hands "The kind of guy who runs across the hallway to give someone's drumstick back, even tho they're very loud and kinda a shit drummer."  

Mara snatches the drumstick out of his hands. "Very funny goodbye see you Monday."

He calls after her: "Don't you wanna know the name of the guy who just saved your entire drum career?" 

She stops walking.

"It's Roger, Roger Taylor."

She thinks for a bit and turns around "Mara."

She turns around and starts walking again

"That's all I get, just Mara?"

"That's all you need to know."

She presses snooze and turns back around...

Mara's alarm clock rings.

Monday morning 6am.

RING RING

The phone by her nightstand rings, she turns around and looks at the phone not sure if she wants to answer it or not.

RING RING

It starts to get to her so she picks up the phone "Hello"

There's a pause

"Hello Carrot!"

She sits up "How the fuck did you get my number?!"

"Not important I was just wondering why you aren't here"

she rolls her eyes "Blondie I swear you could do this at school why would you-"

He interrupts her.

"Well let's just say I meant school and class started an hour ago so you missed your first period and maybe even your second"

She looks over at her alarm clock 9:30am.

FUCK. "Well I'm not coming today and I don't see how that's any of your business."

He laughs, "You might wanna be here cause I just put my name down for Battle of the drumbeat"

Her eyes widen, that's the reason she wanted to go to music school in the first place.

Battle of the drumbeat is epic and it's the first opportunity to give herself a name.

She's thinking so much that her mind has tuned out Roger's rambling.

"Well you know I've been playing like since forever in a band even called Smile you probably know about us-"

She hangs up.

I have to go to school and write myself in, I don't need a band to succeed. I can do this on my own.

She throws on a quik jumper, jeans and sneakers & heads out the door.

She runs into the building on her way to the announcement board, looking trough the endless flyers she sees a silver paper with stars on it.

I only have 2 weeks?!?

Battle of the drumbeat!

April 20th 1969, 7pm

JOIN US HERE ☟︎︎︎

She looks at the names, and there he was, taking up 3 lines of the fucking paper.

Roger Taylor.

She writes her name above his and starts running to her class.

She opens the door and sees a blonde dude with safety glasses sitting in her usual spot.

Why the fuck is he here he isn't even a freshman he's a junior.

She sighs, "I can't Mister there's a junior in my seat."

Her professor looks at her confused

"Mara everything alright? Please go sit down"

"Well go with next to him he isn't contagious and he doesn't bite."

He smirks to her while she walks over.

"Hi lab partner ready to do this project?"

You got to be kidding me.

"Hi. Blondie."

It was dead silent the rest of the class.

She opens up her locker when she hears someone whistling California Dreaming.

It's him.

"Carrot I saw you signed up for Battle of the drumbeat, good luck"

She rolls her eyes. Why does he care so much about what I do?

"Okey do you have like a crush on me or something?"

he laughs, "Yeah no not exactly my type unless I'm yours, then maybe you could be."

She shakes her head while closing her locker

"Keep dreaming Blondie"

She starts walking thinking about what he said. If she was honest he is her type. the long blonde hair the blue eyes & the clothing style, not to mention that British accent that makes everything sound lighter but also heavier when it's needed.

He was exactly her type.

Mara stares at her reflection in the window above her while she lies on her bed. She stares at her hair while her hands go through it. 

carrot, yeah right. she laughs and turns around when she hears the phone ring.

"Hello this is Mara"

"Hello, carrot! I was calling 'cause you forgot something I picked up for you recently."

she starts thinking, he picked up... for me? Also, i still don't know how he got my number.

"Roger I don't follow"

"Oh look at that you called me by my name, don't get your hopes up love, you're still carrot to me-"

"Blondie. get to the point. I have better stuff to do."

"Alright Jesus Christ is my timing inappropriate, is it the wrong time of the month or something?"

Mara rolls her eyes, why do men always have to, like- be like that?!

"Well find out for yourself 'cause if you don't tell me right now I'll shove this fucking telephone RIGHT UP YOUR ASSHOLE."

"Calm down carrot calm down no need to assault me, it's just that I noticed your drumsticks were still in your practice room, you know the ones in the little jar by the tiny balcony?"

How does he know that those are the drumsticks I take home with me-

Her thinking is disrupted by him calling her name, well you know what I mean by name.

"Carrot you still there?"

"Yeah, ehm, what about them?"

"Well since we only have two weeks until Battle of the Beat I thought you might need them, so..."

"Where are you going with this?"

"Can you come, and get them?"

Get them???? Does he mean like at his house?

"You mean like, come to your house?"

"mhm, now don't get it twisted a lot of ladies enter this cave but it's not like that"

"A cave? You call your house a cave?"

Of course, he does, he may look like a young adult man but I swear his IQ is that of a 10-year-old.

"Yeah, what? The first houses were literal caves so why would you find that-"

"Blondie, just give me the address."

"Alright alright, it's Winchester Street 375"

"Cool but two rules: one, I'm not coming in and two, you better not be standing outside already waiting like some old grandpa judging people from his veranda."

"Got it carrot, see you in 10!"

"See ya"

Mara jumps out her van and starts walking towards the blue door.

She knocks three times.

She waits in agony but after a solid 5 minutes of waiting, nobody opens.

She knocks again a bit louder this time.

She hears a voice from inside the house, it's a woman.

"Roger there's someone at the door?"

She hears someone running down the stairs.

"That must be Mara, just stay up there love it won't take long"

He calls me by my real name? She stares at the door hoping she can somehow open it with her staring.

The door opens,

"Hey carrot! Let me get your sticks!"

Mara looks him up and down with wide eyes.

Couldn't he atleast put a shirt on? Does he know I still have to see him after this?

As he turns around she notices his backmuscles.

He might be an little prick but I can see why he has got girls in his bed. It's not like IQ or speaking is involved in those activities.

Mara's thoughts don't let her hear Roger calling her name.

"Hey carrot?"

"Carrot your sticks?"

He pushes the sticks in her hands, "Mara."

She snaps back into reality.

"Oh thanks, see you at school."

She starts to walk back to her van when  a sudden thought stops her.

"You know, we're even now."

Roger laughs, "what do you mean?"

Mara turns around facing him.

"I stopped calling you Blondie once, you stopped calling me Carrot."

He smirks "and why is that- is that like relevant?"

Mara smirks "I'd say we drop the nicknames Blondie."

Roger goes trough his hair "Alright fine, Mara."

They hear someone coming down the stairs "Roger you alright?"

it's the girl Mara heard talking when she rang the doorbell.

"Roger who is this love?"

Roger looks down, almost embarrassed.

"Right, This is Mara, Mara this is Crystal."

"Cheryl."

"Right Cheryl my bad."

She looks Mara up and down

"Are you next hun?"

Mara looks at Roger and laughs

"Yeah no definitely not, I don't think i'l ever even be on the waiting list."

Roger covers his mouth to hide his smile "yeah no Cheryl, it's not like that."

Mara looks down to hide her laugh

"Anyways, thank you for the sticks see you at school. Bye Roger, nice to meet you Cheryl."

"Bye Mara" Roger closes the door.

Mara walks back to her van.

"I don't think I'd ever even be on the waiting list?" What the fuck Mara...

It sounds like you want to be but don't think you can be- Fucking idiot.

[lady-maracas]

Amazing work as always!!🫶🏻

Heartbeat - Roger Taylor x oc

Mara is close to finishing her first year at Music University. She is alone in one of the practice rooms banging on her drums when a tall, skinny blonde walks in who has quite the attitude toward her. Both being excellent drummers creates a natural rivalry and tension between them… Will they ever beat each other's mind games or will this connection light a different spark between them?

warning: smut and violence/strong language

It's April 1969, two more months until it's summer break. Mara swings her ginger hair around as she hits her drums thinking about what she will do once her first-year ends. As she hits the drums she doesn't notice that she's banging louder and louder until...

The door of the isolated practice room opens. A tall blonde guy with drumsticks in his hands walks in abruptly. "Hey, do you mind? I'm not supposed to hear you through these foam walls that's what they're for carrot."

Mara looks up, who does this British cunt think he is?  She moves her drumstick to the other hand and looks up. The first thing she notices is his pink glitter converse, she looks up a bit more and is exposed to his blue bell-bottom jeans and red button-up chemise. Not to mention, long locks of blonde hair covering his shoulders.

"Well I'm sorry am I interrupting your drumming and your ego?"                                                              She looks him up and down, "Blondie."

His blue eyes look her up and down "whatever keep it down 'cause I'm this close to throwing these fucking drumsticks around" He slams the door.

I didn't even get his name, bro thinks he owns the building. Mara looks up at the clock 03:24, she grabs her backpack and says goodbye to her drums for the weekend.

The bell rings and halls start to fill themselves with students excited to go home and recharge for Monday.

She pushes herself through the crowd to get to her locker with Helter Skelter still fresh in her mind. She opens her locker and puts her drumsticks in there, one falls out and rolls all the way to the brown backpack at the end of the hallway.

She closes her locker door as she sees the backpack being picked up. you got to be kidding me. She looks back into her locker "pink glitter fucking converse, fuck me" Her locker door slams closed. It's him. "Hey I have a name and no thank you I'm not that kind of guy." 

merde, I said that out loud. "Well, what kinda guy are you then?" He spins her drumstick in his hands "The kind of guy who runs across the hallway to give someone's drumstick back, even tho they're very loud and kinda a shit drummer."  

Mara snatches the drumstick out of his hands. "Very funny goodbye see you Monday."

He calls after her: "Don't you wanna know the name of the guy who just saved your entire drum career?" 

She stops walking.

"It's Roger, Roger Taylor."

She thinks for a bit and turns around "Mara."

She turns around and starts walking again

"That's all I get, just Mara?"

"That's all you need to know."

Mara's alarm clock rings. Monday morning 6am.

She presses snooze and turns back around...

RING RING

The phone by her nightstand rings, she turns around and looks at the phone not sure if she wants to answer it or not.

RING RING

It starts to get to her so she picks up the phone "Hello"

There's a pause

"Hello Carrot!"

She sits up "How the fuck did you get my number?!"

"Not important I was just wondering why you aren't here"

she rolls her eyes "Blondie I swear you could do this at school why would you-"

He interrupts her.

"Well let's just say I meant school and class started an hour ago so you missed your first period and maybe even your second"

She looks over at her alarm clock 9:30am.

FUCK. "Well I'm not coming today and I don't see how that's any of your business."

He laughs, "You might wanna be here cause I just put my name down for Battle of the drumbeat"

Her eyes widen, that's the reason she wanted to go to music school in the first place.

Battle of the drumbeat is epic and it's the first opportunity to give herself a name.

She's thinking so much that her mind has tuned out Roger's rambling.

"Well you know I've been playing like since forever in a band even called Smile you probably know about us-"

She hangs up.

I have to go to school and write myself in, I don't need a band to succeed. I can do this on my own.

She throws on a quik jumper, jeans and sneakers & heads out the door.

She runs into the building on her way to the announcement board, looking trough the endless flyers she sees a silver paper with stars on it.

Battle of the drumbeat! April 20th 1969, 7pm JOIN US HERE ☟︎︎︎

I only have 2 weeks?!?

She looks at the names, and there he was, taking up 3 lines of the fucking paper.

Roger Taylor.

She writes her name above his and starts running to her class.

She opens the door and sees a blonde dude with safety glasses sitting in her usual spot.

Why the fuck is he here he isn't even a freshman he's a junior.

Her professor looks at her confused "Mara everything alright? Please go sit down"

She sighs, "I can't Mister there's a junior in my seat."

"Well go with next to him he isn't contagious and he doesn't bite."

He smirks to her while she walks over.

"Hi lab partner ready to do this project?"

You got to be kidding me.

"Hi. Blondie."

It was dead silent the rest of the class.

She opens up her locker when she hears someone whistling California Dreaming.

It's him.

"Carrot I saw you signed up for Battle of the drumbeat, good luck"

She rolls her eyes. Why does he care so much about what I do?

"Okey do you have like a crush on me or something?"

he laughs, "Yeah no not exactly my type unless I'm yours, then maybe you could be."

She shakes her head while closing her locker

"Keep dreaming Blondie"

She starts walking thinking about what he said. If she was honest he is her type. the long blonde hair the blue eyes & the clothing style, not to mention that British accent that makes everything sound lighter but also heavier when it's needed.

He was exactly her type.