#rogertaylorfanfiction

[paintingqueen1973]

First Time: A PREQUEL | Roger Taylor Fan Fiction | Ben Hardy - 5 Blue-Eyed Boy... Bullshit! (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/eecemddYY5 In one quick swoop, Roger turned Elizabeth around in his arms and gently pushed her into the car door. Her dress flared out over her petticoat and then rested again over her upper thighs. Roger's hands moved up Elizabeth's back pulling her closer as he stepped forward gently pressing his hips into her. Even through her stiff petticoat, Elizabeth could feel Roger's hard eagerness pushing up against her. She immediately broke their kiss and quickly shoved him away. Roger stood there with huge eyes sweeping his lips with the back of his hand. A wave of guilt washed over him when he saw how vulnerable and innocent Elizabeth looked. He looked down at his feet and then felt like a total asshole. "My god Lizzy, please... did I hurt you, baby? I'm so sorry." He reached out and took her small hand in his own, "Please forgive me... I didn't mean to insult you or anything." "No, Roger, I promise you've done nothing to offend me. I've had it beaten into me for so long by my mom and the church that this is sinful and wrong. The problem is when we're alone together everything about you feels right to me and it scares me.It scares me because I love you and I want you. My first time will always be yours." Spanish beauty Elizabeth Moreno is nothing like the blonde bimbos Roger Taylor is used to. As the good-looking drummer for the popular high school band, Roger is used to having his pick of the most beautiful girls In Truro.Their over-eagerness to accommodate Roger's every whim-while first exciting and sexually satisfying-soon leaves him bored and empty inside. When Elizabeth is forced to accept a ride in the band's van she ends up stuck sitting with Roger. While at first unimpressed by the drummer's swaggering over-confidence, his attentive kindness makes her wonder if there's much more to him than meets the eye. This is the prequel to my "First Time" series. You can read that one first, (I highly recommend you do as it is finished!) or start out with this one.

[thefandomavenue]

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Part 1

Roger Taylor x Reader

Summary: You meet at a pub and there the story begins

Warnings: none

Author‘s note: Don‘t judge me, it‘s my first fanfiction, hope you like it. Enjoy reading:) ~Jule

Your father gave you a warm hug and wiped his tears, hoping that you didn’t see them. He has always been emotional, even if he would not admit that.

“I’m suffocating, Dad!” You coughed and pretended, that you were about to die. “Don’t be so dramatic…” he laughed “I’ll miss you, you know that!” “The last two years you survived without me too…and I’ll be there for Christmas.” You said after he hugged you again, even tighter. “But I want to see you more than just six weeks a year on your holiday. It’s really lonely at home without you” he whined.

It was your last year at university and you‘re sort of happy to start your everyday life, although it will also be stressful and you‘ll miss your dad as well.

You live five hours from London, so you can’t visit your dad often. The journey is so horrible, that you visited him only two times last year, and on Christmas day of course. It made him sad, that he saw you so rarely, but he understood, that you have to become independent, because you were always spoiled from your parents.

“So, I have to go, Dad. I have to unpack and prepare for classes. And I want to finally see my friends.“ „Okay, bye Y/N“ he said and gave you a kiss on your cheek. He turned around, waved and got in the car to drive away. You watched the car and walked over the known campus to the building, where your room is. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes came into your nose and reminded you of the the last two years and the fun you had with your friends. You‘re going to miss that next year.

You heard a high voice, that tore you from the thoughts.

„Y/N! Finally, you‘re here!“ Alice screamed and came up to you, with a big smile on her lips. „Alice!“ You was so glad to see her and you gave her a hug.

Alice was your room mate and your best friend. She grabbed your bag and you walked to your room. When you opened the door, you could see, that she already unpacked. Her clothes were lying on the floor, her books on her bed and the record player was on. You rolled your eyes.

„I missed you, Y/N“ she said „I missed you too. But I certainly did not miss your chaos“ You grinned. „Piss off“ she laughed „Soo, Robin, Stefan and Matt are on the way to our room and this evening, we want to go to this pub down the street, where „Smile“ is playing. And you’re coming with us“ she spoke.

Smile was a band with three guys, who graduated last year. Tim Staffell, the most arrogant guy you know, Brian May, the school clown, and Roger Taylor, a cute guy, but he was like the human symbol of a playboy, were already a bit famous in this area. They mostly played in some pubs, here in London, and they were really good actually. But you didn’t feel like going today.

„Oh no, Alice. Not today, can we move this plan?“ You said, hoping that she agreed, but you also knew her and knew that she did not, obviously. „Haha no, of course not. That is our last year at university together, let‘s enjoy this!“ she begged. You agreed, because it made no sense to argue with her.

You put on a short jeans skirt, a black glitter top and your high black boots. You made your hair half up and put on some natural make up. You looked in the mirror at your outfit. Your y/h/c hairs fell over your shoulders and you grinned. Not bad.

Two hours later, Alice, Robin, Matt, Stefan and you were on the way to the pub. When you walked in, „Smile“ was already playing. There wasn’t much going in the pub, except a crowd of girls in front of the stage. You headed to the bar, ordered some drinks and watched the performance. All three guys were in their element. Brian was focused on his guitar, Tim was singing and Roger… Roger looked so damn good. He was even hotter than last year, with his long blond hair and his t-shirt, that showed the traces of his sweat. He had such an amazing style and how he was absorbed in his drums. He has always looked good, but now … No wonder, that the girls in front of the stage screamed his name and constantly ran after him

You turned away and after a few drinks, you and the others danced on the floor. You actually didn‘t want to come here, but now you had a lot of fun.

After a while, the band finished their performance and got off the stage. Immediately, a group of girls ran to Roger, that made him very proud, what his big smile revealed. In this moment, you took a brake from dancing, while the band came to the bar. You looked for your friends, who also headed to the bar slowly.

Then you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and looked into two ocean blue eyes.

[dallas-owns-my-ass]

We’re In This Together (Roger Taylor x reader)

Summary: This is a really sad Roger Taylor one shot where he comforts the reader and it’s just a lot of sad fluff. (There’s also a little Freddie fluff in here too for all the musical prostitutes 😉)

Warnings: swearing (as always), self harm, depression, mentions of suicide, racism

Disclaimer: THIS IS NOT IN ANYWAY MEANT TO MAKE FUN OF, OR MOCK ANYONE WHO HAS A MENTAL ILLNESS. THIS IS JUST A STORY. IF YOU HAVE DEPRESSION OR SELF HARM, PLEASE GET HELP I’M BEGGING YOU. DON’T WAIT TILL IT’S TOO LATE.

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It was just another sad day. Sad days that turn into sad weeks. Normally my depression would come for a couple weeks at time, and disappear for a few months. But this time, it didn’t. Maybe it was my friends unintentionally leaving me out. Unintentional or not, it still hurt like hell. Maybe it was the dissatisfaction of the reflection looking back at me from my beautiful golden framed mirror. At least the mirror was beautiful. Maybe it was the thought, the fear, that any day, my boyfriend, Roger, would find a better girl. A prettier girl. A nicer girl. One that would make him happier. One who wasn’t so self-conscious. Then where would I be? One of the two people who truly cared, leaving me. Maybe it was the constant hate towards my people. Ignorant racists, who wanted to keep all my people out of this country. Wishing them all dead. Stereotyping all of them as bad people. I wasn’t a bad person. Or maybe, it was my best friend, the legend Freddie Mercury, writing a song for me. Except this wasn’t a sweet love song, or a song about victory. This song was titled “Don’t Try Suicide”. And worse of all, he said in an interview, when asked who it was for, he said a close friend. So what did the press do, they looked at all of his close friends and picked the weakest to star in their horrible stories. Me. Roger never suspected anything. And when he did, I blew it off with stuff such as “oh you know how the paparazzi are” and “oh please, if I was you’d be the first to know”. And he bought it. Deep down I hated that he didn’t realize, but how could he? I lied right to his face. Maybe it was all of these things that led to me constantly dragging a razor across my skin.

Freddie knew as he caught me in the act of covering up my scars so I could wear one of what Roger called his favourite outfit on me. But the problem was it was a short sleeved knee-length dress.

-Flashback-

I was using a little bit of concealer to cover up the hideous marks on my left arm, reminding me of the disgusting person that I am, in an attempt to impress Roger on our date. What’s the point anyway? Just as my luck, my best friend Freddie walks in. “Darling, you look astonishing!” he exclaimed, as he always does. As he walked closer my heart rate increased. “Oh my, what happened to your arm. Your dog scratched you?” He asked while offering a friendly smile. I just looked down at the floor. And that’s when he realized. That the few red marks still exposed were, what they were. Marks of self-hatred. “Oh (Y/N), you should’ve told me.” Then the first tear rolled down my cheek. He didn’t need to say anything, he just pulled me into a hug. “Sshhh, it’s going be okay.” Freddie whispered into my ear. “I’m always here for you.” “P-please, don’t t-tell R-Roger.” I sobbed into his chest. “Sshhhh I won’t, but you have to promise...” releasing me from the hug, he grasped my soulders, forcing me to look into his eyes. “You have to try to stop. Please. It’s not good for you.” I nodded, still avoiding eye contact.

-End of Flashback-

Over time, with me lacking the ability to stop, Freddie got more forceful. Not only asking now, but in a way, threatening me. Daring to bring me to a psychologist, even once threatening to tell Roger, but he never did. Eventually he wrote the song for me. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a loud, familiar happy voice “Good afternoon doll!” Freddie exclaimed as he walked into my room. “How are you?” “I’m doing all right” I replied. (DOINNNNNN ALLLL RIGHTTTTTT). “Has it gotten any better?” He asked in a more serious, hushed tone. “How could it?” I mumbled as a looked at the ground. “Aww (Y/N) what is it now?” “It’s just” I said releasing a long breath “I’m tired of this. I’m tired of the paparazzi following me wherever I go. I’m tired of everything I do being a headline on some tabloid bullshit. It makes me feel like shit. And it pisses Roger off when he sees a headline where they write someone along the lines of ‘(Y/N) and Freddie’s discreet relationship’ or ‘(Y/N) and Brian’ or me and John, or for God’s sake me and some random person walking next to me. He gets so mad. And I- I think...” I took a deep breath “I think he’s going to leave me.” I said barely audible with tears now in my eyes. “Oh, (Y/N), that’s not true love” Freddie claimed pulling me into a hug. I was now full on crying. “But he can’t take it anymore, and neither can I.” I said between sobs. “Listen to me, and listen to me good. Roger bloody loves you, so much. He really does. Whenever you’re not around he talks about you. In the studios. At bars. Anywhere and everywhere. Once I even had to make Brian take a walk because he was getting so annoyed at the constant banter on a certain (E/C) eyed girl.” He said while tapping me in the nose. “You’re joking?” I said letting out a small giggle. “Not at all.” Freddie replied, smiling. “And you should see the sparkle in his eye when he does. I’ve only ever seen it with Romeo and Juliet, Hans and Leia, well you get the point.” He said beaming. “If you say so.” I replied giving him another hug. “Thank you so much. For everything.” I mumbled into his shirt. “Anything for my best friend.” He replied cliche. “But don’t tell Deaky I said that” he said with an overanimated wink.

—-Time Skip—-

Roger just got out of a long day at work, which resulted in us cuddling in the Queen-sized (another 1/2 Queen reference in a Queen fanfic) bed. I was laying on his chest, with his hand tangled in my hair and his faced buried in it. I always enjoyed this position, as I could hear his heartbeat. He seemed sad but I didn’t know why, maybe he saw something in the news or press. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Roger asked. “Tell you what?” I asked moving my face so the tips of our noses were touching, granting me a perfect view of his perfect blue eyes. “About you” He answered. I had a feeling if where this was going, that lying, evil, bastard told him, the love of my life, my biggest secret. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about love” I replied, moving my hand to play his hair. “Yes you do” he grabbed my wrist, me flinching in the process. “Why? Did you not trust me?” He asked rolling over and sitting up. “How would you feel, one day, finding out, from a friend, that the love of your life, was harming herself?” He walked over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of scissors. “Was doing something like this to themselves?” He raised the blade to his wrist. “No stop, please.” I begged rushing over to him. But it was too late. I saw his jaw clench as the edge of the scissor left a fresh mark on his perfect skin. He raised his arm to do it again. But I grabbed him. “R-roger, please don’t do this.” I begged, now fully crying. “WHAT, DOES THIS MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER? PUTTING YOURSELF IN DANGER? HURTING THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU BY DOING T-THIS TO YOURSELF?!!” he yelled, his voice cracking at the end. “ROGER STOP!” I yelled back “Y-you don’t understand.” I said releasing his arm sliding down to the floor, finally breaking down. “Y-you, you don’t understand what it’s like to see all the other girls flirting with you in bars, when all the girls are prettier than you, and would be so much better for you, Roger. You don’t understand what it’s like to have people calling you names, making fun of you 24/7, calling you such t-twisted things, and after a while you start to believe them. You don’t understand what it’s like to look in the mirror and see something of no value, be-because y-you you wouldn’t, you’re perfect. You’re beautiful and talented and the sweetest m-most sincere person I have ever, ever met. And you’ll n-never, never get it.” I finished, erupting into full sobs. “Hey, it’s going to be okay.” He whispered sliding next to be and engulfing me in the biggest, tightest hug, I’ve ever been in. “Listen to me, you’re none of those things. Why do you think I always turn all those other girls down? Because I know, that when I come home I’m going to be with the most beautiful, amazing, sweetest, intelligent, and perfect girl in the world. And that girl is you. You’re my world and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I can’t stop thinking about you. Everything I do, there’s a thought of you present. I’m sorry that I didn’t realise sooner. And I’m sorry that you have to deal with all of those nasty people and their disgusting comments. But I need you to understand that none of them are true. You’re perfect. Every inch of you. And if we have to work on you learning to see what I see in you than so be it. Because we’re in this together. I promise. I’m here for you, always, understand?” He asked and I nodded into his toned chest. I looked into his round, blue eyes. “Roger Meddows Taylor, I fucking love you.” “(Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) I love you too.” Roger replied kissing me sweetly. He grabbed my hand, and led me into the bed. We both layed down and he pulled my head onto his chest. He started singing a sweet melody:

“There are beautiful girls, all over the world. I could be chasing, but my time would be wasted. They got nothing on you baby. Nothing on you baby. They might say hi, and I might say hey, but you shouldn’t worry about what they say. Cause they got nothing on you baby.”

And that was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

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So, what did you think of that? I feel like it touched on a few sensitive topics, but the fluff in the end wasn’t too bad in my opinion.

MoonwalkWithUs

[drumbanger]

Paradise City Part 3

Roger Taylor x Reader

A/N: This is a bit longer than previous chapters.

Contains: Mentions of sex, flirting

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You woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. You groaned in to the pillow. You went home alone last night but you still got to bed late at night no waking up to the phone ringing at 1 pm was way too early for you.

The phone didn’t stop ringing, you reached over your bed and grabbed the phone. “Hello?” You said barley awake.

“Did I wake you? What time did you get home last night?” A male voice said.

“Mhm” You said still half asleep not really hearing what the male had said and he just laughed at your absence.

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” He asked.

“Nope”.

“Oh how you make me laugh” he chuckled trough the phone “which brings me to what I was calling you for. And oh, it’s Freddie”.

“Which is?” You asked a bit more awake now.

“We signed a record deal a few weeks ago and we start recording tomorrow and I want you to come with!” He said excitedly.

“Why?” But you regretted it right away “No, don’t answer that. Of course I will come! Who wouldn’t?” You told Freddie.

“Any boring person, but you aren’t one of those. Plus Roger will be happy to see you” He answerd you.

“I’m not shagging him if that’s what he thinks. At least not if he doesn’t earn it” You said with a bit of sass.

“That will drive him mad! Can’t wait to see it!” He exclaimed “Oh, and I don’t want to be that person, but from how long you slept in today, I recommend you not going out tonight, cause you have to be at the studio at 9 pm” Freddie told you and you groaned loudly at the thought, which just made Freddie laugh. “I have to go now. The studio is at the street across the pub from last night. Don’t be late!” Freddie said and hung up the phone.

You were still incredibly tired so it just took you a couple of seconds before you fell back to sleep again.

You slept throughout most of the day but got up for some hours to get something to eat. You got to sleep at 12 pm, which was ordinarily very early for you to go to sleep.

You slept trough the night and woke up thirty minutes before you were suppose to be at the studio. You did hurry and kept up the pace while getting ready, but you didn’t stress due to it was just unnecessary working yourself up like that.

You put on a long skirt with flowers on it, a white shirt with a little flower that matched the skirts at its collar and over that you put on a long, dark green, knitted cardigan, that ended at your ankles just as your skrit, and you were wearing the same boots from a couple of nights before.

Because you were both in a hurry and wasn’t really hungry you skipped breakfast and headed out the door taking your keys and liking the door behind you.

It wasn’t hard to find the studio. You walked inside and walked over to the man behind the counter and asked him were the band, that you realized you didn’t know their name were recording, but the man understood you and pointed at a door down the hall.

Just as you were about to walk inside you looked at the watch on the wall over the door. It was five seconds until 9 and you walked in exactly as the clock hit 9.

“And it’s nine o’clock!” You exclaimed as you walked inside. The people in the room was standing in a circle talking and they all turned their heads to you.

“Y/N?” Roger said through confusion.

“Y/N!” Freddie yelled walking past Roger and walking over to you, grabbing your waist and spinning you around “you look gorgeous as always” he said putting you down while eyeing you up and down, taking in what you were wearing.

“Well I can say the same to you Freddie” you said. “And I’m always late, but look at me; I’m perfect on time” You spoke as you spun around.

“Yes, perfect indeed” Freddie said trough a smile. “We are going to start recording now, so you can just take a seat on the couch and watch us being all hot while playing” He winked at you. As Freddie walked in to the recording space you took a seat on the couch, making yourself comfortable.

“Nice seeing you again Y/N” Brian greeted you.

”You too” You smiled at him “all of you” you smiled at Deacy then Roger, only to find him already eyeing you up and down. When he realized that he had been cought, he looked away. When he looked up at you again, you looked him in the eye, and then you eyed him up and down and lifted your brow as you looked at him and layed back in the couch. He felt his heart race just at that.

“Roger!” Freddie’s voice snapped him out of his gaze and he walked inside the recording space as well. You looked up at Freddie and he gave you a devilish smirk as he looked between you and Roger. You smirked back at him and lifted your hands a bit and shaking your head the slightest like you didn’t know what he was talking about.

As you settled back back you noticed a girl sitting beside you in the couch, it was the same girl you saw Roger leaving with the night at the party. She was looking at you like you were a threat, which you definitely were and you both knew it. She was sitting pressed against the corner of the couch with her legs crossed. You stuck out your hand to her.

“Y/N” You said giving her a genuine smile which just annoyed her even more, but se shook your hand and greeted you.

“Minnie” she said trying to give you a smile, and you smirked to yourself at how threatened she was by you.

“Cute” You said as you trurned your attention to the boys recording.

They all played for a while, but then it was just Freddie who was going to sing so the others went outside to the same room as you. Brian and John stood watching Freddie and giving him feedback. Roger came to sit down at the couch. Minnie was expecting him to sit down with her, so she stood up so she could then sit on his lap. But instead he sat down beside you and swung his arm around your shoulder. You looked at him in arrogance and a bit confused lifting your eyebrows a bit scanning his face. He was looking at you with a smirk, his eyes flickering to your lips and then back at your eyes.

“How was that guy you went home with at the party?” He said trying to look like he didn’t care.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I didn’t” You said as you looked away from him. But you could see in the corner of your eye that he was happy about your answer. Still looking away from you spoke to him “I see you still have yours with you. Do I hear wedding bells? Glancing at him at your last statement.

“No, just haven’t found anyone better to take her place yet” he paused “at least not anyone who seems interested” he said.

“Are you sure about that?” You said looking back at him. Rogers face lid up with hope at your words “b’cause I saw this one girl outside who may be better, or how you now objectify women” you teased. He shot up his head a bit.

“I don’t objectify women” he said in a defensive tone.

“Sure you don’t” You said to him as you took his hand with your thumb and index finger like you were holding a pair of old, smelly socks and took his hand from your shoulder where it had been lying and put it in his lap as you got up from the couch. You walked over to Freddie who had just come out from recording and he greeted you with a smile as he put his arm around your waist.

“Should we go for lunch?” He asked and everyone in the room nodded in agreement.

“I’m starving” you said in a desperate way.

“Did you just record an album for hours?” Roger snapped at you.

“No, but I didn’t eat any breakfast, and you know what they say; breakfast is the most important meal of the day” you said to Roger as you winked at him and walked out the door.

~At the diner~

You were sitting with the boys and Minnie in a booth. You were sitting in between Freddie and Minnie, and beside Minnie sat Roger, who was sitting next to Brian, and beside Brian sat Deaky. Minnie had made sure to stick to Roger and holding him by her side and were being very possessive of him. You noticed he thought she was being annoying. As you sat and were being in a conversation with the rest of the boys, Roger was sitting looking at you, studying your every move; your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes fluttered.

You once again caught him staring, but this time he didn’t look away. He looked directly in your eyes and you did as well. Every now and then his eyes would flicker to your lips, and at that you bite your lower lip. His foot found your ankle and started to travel up your leg, but Minnie noticed this too and she had had enough. She cleared her throat, but neither of you reacted to that, and so she leaned forward, making your eye contact brake as well as your physical contact under the table. This made you both look at her and Roger gave her a furious and confused look. You then broke it by speaking up.

“Minnie I am so jealous of you” you started which both Minnie and Roger look at you questioning but both smirking slightly; Minnie, because she thought you would make her look good in front of Roger by marking out some of her feutres and Roger, because he knew you were up to something. So you kept going “You don’t even have to search or put in an effort to find your soulmate; you’ll just know he’s the one if his name is Mikey” you finished. This made Roger burst out to laughter and Freddie as well, who had been watching the scene from outside. Minnie was mad and she stood up from the table and walked to stand in front of it.

“Roger, I am going” she said, wanting him to go with her, but he just tried calming down from his laughter. So he spoke up again “Roger!” She said even louder and more frustrated.

“Yeah, yeah, do that” he responded not really caring what she did.

Minnie stormed out of the diner and as soon as she was out, Roger moved over to sit beside you, he sat as close to you as one possible could. You turned your attention to the other boys and kept up the earlier conversation, which forced Roger to do so as well.

A few moments later the food you ordered, that you had completely forgotten about, was placed at the table. Everyone started to eat, you had ordered fried onions with fries, and as soon as you noticed that you were out of fries, you looked around the table and saw the plate of fries that was meant for Minnie. You reached for it cause you figured you could as well eat it.

“Oi! Were the fries really that good?” Roger chuckled.

“Well yes, and you would have known that if you didn’t order that” you looked down at Rogers salad with a disgusted face.

“Well can I try some?” He raised a brow.

“Buuuttt”you said not really wanting to give away your fries “okay, just because I’m so incredibly nice” you sighed. You took a fry in between your fingers and held it up for Roger to take it, but instead he ate it directly from your hand and then took your middle finger in his mouth and sucked on it “eeeeuuuuwww!” you said with a disgusted face, which just made Roger laugh “uaak” You said and dried your finger of on Rogers shirt.

“Hey!” He said and pushed away your hand “not my shirt”

“Well blame yourself. That was so-“ not really knowing how to describe it “ew” you finished.

“When you are finished being two babies, we would like to head back” Brian interrupted. You just rolled your eyes at Roger, who was still chuckling, and got up from your seat and headed outside with the rest of the boys but Roger was fast catching up with you and stayed close before Freddie or anyone else could.

“I’m sorry” he said like a child being forced to apologize to its sibling.

“Say it like you mean it” You pouted back at him and he just rolled his eye.

“Okay. I am so, so sorry Y/N for everything, please forgive me”

“I forgive you” you said as you locked your arm in his.

“You’re very possessive over your food Y/N, you know that?”

“Well I would be dead without it, wouldn’t I?” You shot back at him but you got interrupted by someone calling your name, which made you and all of the boys stop in your tracks and turn around.

“Y/N!” A male with curly, short, dark blond hair said and your eyes widened and your face lid up at the sight of him.

“Oh my god. Michael!” You jumped in to his armed and locked your legs around him and he hugged you tightly and spun you around.

“God Y/N, you look beautiful, could spot you from miles away” Michael said as he put you down and gabed you around your waist

“How have you been?” You asked him

“Great! Missed you though” he gave you a sad smile. Roger cleared his throat and you and Michael turned your heads to him

“Oh yeah. This is Roger and that’s John, Freddie and Brian” You said and pointed them out “Boys this is Michael, my ex” and all the boys eyes widened in shock.

“Sorry it’s just unusual seeing two ex’s being so close” Deacy explained

“It’s okay, we’re used to it” Michael winked at you “we just left on good terms, plus it’s hard to be mad at this one; best shag I’ve ever had” Michael said and pulled you closer pay the waist.

“Well I gotta go now, but it was nice seeing you again Michael”

“Yeah. We should meet soon; catch up” he winked at you at his last words

“Definitely, you have my number, see you” you said as you got out of Michael’s grip and went back to the boys, Michael gave you a little wave and a smirk as he went his own way.

You and the boys headed back to the studio and it didn’t take long for Roger to bring Michael up. “You seemed so close, why’d you brake up?”

“Well I wasn’t in love with him” You answerd him.

”Then why are you going to see him again?” Roger was confused.

”Well in love or not, he was still a good shag” you told.

“Can’t you just shag someone else?” Roger was still confused.

“Well sure. But if I don’t. And it’s not like I’m getting back together with him, just if I have a sex crave and don’t have the energy to go out” you winked at Roger.

Moments later you were back in the studio, and throughout the rest of recording Roger was in a bit of a mood. When they were finished for the day you stopped Roger as he was about to go out by grabbing his arm. He turned around, obviously a bit annoyed at you.

“I’m sorry if I upset you, I quite like you and I don’t want us on bad terms, so please forgive me for whatever I said or did” you gave Roger a warm smile “plus I forgave you for something absolutely unforgivable, so you owe me a forgiveness” you smirked playfully and Roger realized he couldn’t be mad at you and so he pulled you in for a hug and then grabbed you by the waist and held you close to him.

“You’re coming to our gig tonight, right?” He smiled at you.

“Of course I am, but then I gotta go home now and get ready” you gave him a kiss on the cheek dangerously close to his lips ”bye” you said as you turned around and walked away. Roger was watching you walk away, which you were very aware of, so you turned around and blew him a playful kiss as you smirked and turned around again and went home.

Roger still watching you.

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Still don’t think anybody is reading this, but it’s fun to write;)

[drumbanger]

Paradise city part 2 Roger Taylor x Reader

Contains: A bit swearing and a slight mention of sex. Alcohol use.

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Just as you were about to enter the pub again, you stopped and turn to the man in realization and grabbed both his hands.

“Oh, I forgot to say. You were incredible! Like really, really great!” You said with wide eyes as you squeezed his hands and looked in his eyes.

“Really?” He asked with a cute smile. He had heard that a million times before but most people just said it to be polite or were trying to get in his pants. But this felt like you really meant it and it warmed his heart, especially coming from you.

“Of course! No doubt you’re going to be world famous” You said with a big smile.

“You think so?” He asked as he looked looked you in the eye.

“I know so” You said and winked at him with a grin on your face.

He looked at you for a couple of seconds. His eyes flicked to your lips. He bit his lip as he looked back up at you.

You let go of one of his hands and led him inside.

~At the party~

The man made sure to not let go of your hand all way to the after party.

When you entered he stopped and looked around until he found his band mates.

He tightened his grip around your hand and led you trough the crowded room. There were a lot of girls trying to get his attention, yelling what you assumed was his name, but he just ignored them.

As you reached his band mates they greeted him and he took his free hand and placed it on the small of your back and pushed you softly forward so he could introduce you to the band.

“Everyone this is-“ he stopped as he realized he hadn’t caught your name yet.

“- Y/N” you finished for him and smiled at all of them.

“Roger” He greeted you.

You turned around facing him and shook his hand still holding his other one.

“Nice to meet you Roger, even though I figured out that name with all those girls screaming over you” you smirked shaking his hand firmly.

“Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Brian”. The one with the big hair said. “Don’t worry he always does that, our names are probably the only ones he know” The cute bassist said.

“Hey, that’s not true” Roger said a bit offended.

“No it’s true. I have been wondering if you scream our names when you fuck” The singer said and it made you break out in laughter causing you to let go of Rogers hand which made him groan quietly.

“And I just have to say that I adore your outfit! Roger I forbid you to sleep with this one I like her to much” The singer said. Roger just rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand again and dragged you with him to sit with him on the small couch.

“Can’t you see I’m talking to someone” You said playfully noticing how desperate he was.

“Yes Roger can’t you see she’s talking to someone” The singer said trying to annoy Roger. He groaned loudly as he took a seat on the couch.

You kept talking to the singer who appeared his name was Freddie for a while until you took a seat next to Roger on the couch and he looked up at you with a grin growing on his face from his glas of alcohol he was looking at out of boredom.

“Survived without me?” He said cockily.

“Better than ever. You on the other hand seemed to have a hard time surviving without me” You said with a smirk on the corner of your lips.

“You wish” He said in a defensive tone.

“Don’t have to” You said and before he could response you were standing up.

“Going to the bar. Want anything?” You asked him.

“No I’m good, thank you” He said smiling lightly at you.

~

As you headed back from the bar with a drink in your hand someone grabbed your arm causing you to spill a bit of your drink out.

“Hey!” You exclaimed as you turned around being faced to a tall man with short brown hair.

“Wanna dance?” He asked you.

“Not right now” You answered him.

“Later then?” He said smirking.

“Maybe” You said and winked at him and then headed back to the boys.

There was a girl in a short leather skirt at the armrest of the sofa next to Roger trying to get his attention but he just turned her down but she wouldn’t leave. As you took your seat next to Roger and his face lid up as he turned all his attention to you the girl finally gave up and turned her attention to Brian.

“Who was that guy you were talking to at the bar?” Roger asked you.

“Donno? You just said and then you grabbed Rogers arm and got up from the couch “let’s dance” you said.

“No, no, I don’t do that” he said quickly.

“Thought you were fun” You said as you kept on moving but he grabbed your hand trying to pull you back.

“Where are you going?” He said a bit confused.

“Dancing” You said said raising your brows like it was an obvious thing and snatched out of his grip around your hand, downed your drink and walked to the dance floor.

Just second when being on the dance floor while swaying to the music you felt a pair of hands on your waist moving with you and moved close up to you from behind.

You had hoped it was Roger coming to terms with himself and coming dancing with you.

But as you turn around your eyes met the face of the guy from the bar, but you didn’t really mind so you just kept on dancing with him.

“Sooo” he began “Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked.

“No” you said.

“Girlfriend?”

“Nope” You said shaking your head slightly and smiling descret.

“Then there isn’t any reason for me not to kiss you” He said and just a moment after that his lips were on yours. After a couple of seconds you gave in and returned the kiss. His hands on your waist pulled you closer to him.

~And while this were happening Roger was watching it from the couch.~

“What the hell is she doing?” He said irritated.

Freddie looked in the same direction as Roger to se what he was babbling about.

“Ooh, I see” He said

“What?” Roger snapped back at Freddie.

“She’s just having some fun” Freddie said ignoring his question.

“I denied the girls coming on to me” Roger pointed out.

“Well it’s not like your together. You literally learned her name half an hour ago. Can’t you just shag someone else? In fact I think you should, Y/N’s too good for you anyway” Freddie snapped

Roger just tried ignoring him

”Well then she’s too that guy too” he responded Freddie.

“Sure but that’s not our problem” He told Roger

Roger crossed his arms in annoyance and looked around the room until he caught the girl that was on him before starting at him, so he decided he too would have ‘some fun’ just like you.

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[drumbanger]

Paradise City part 1

Roger Taylor x Reader

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Plot: You are out by yourself and find a pub and a band playing at it and it leads to a hole world you didn’t knew existed around you. And of course meets a certain someone with gorgeous blue eyes.;)

Word count: 1,2 k

Authors note: This story wasn’t a request. And this is my first time writing on tumblr and also my native language isn’t English so the spelling and grammar might suck;)

Contains: ....? Flirting I guess? Anxiety about life?

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Everything about this town you hated. It wasn’t something concrete that made you hate it, it was actually a really beautiful town with nice people and a nice culture. But you couldn’t stand being here.

Even though you had great friends and it was all but a dead town, there was always something going on, which was of course exiting. But you hated it. You were just so tired of being here still, while you could instead be out and live your life to the fullest.

~

One night you were out by yourself, even though your friends were out too and had asked you to join them, you said you had other plans and left it at that. You wanted to go out by yourself so you could really do whatever you felt like. Maybe to find something new and exiting that would be yours only.

But as you expected you didn’t. So you started to head home to your flat which you hated too.

You walked the streets with disappointing steps. Your were wearing a plain white dress that reached your mid-thighs and were hold up by two thin straps over your shoulders. Over that you were wearing a loose transparent dress, white too. It was longer than the other one underneath, it was almost down to your feet and the arms on it were long and got wider and looser further down. As to finish of you had a pair of lazy black boots, ankle high. So you were probably a bit underdressed do to the weather, but you didn’t really bother.

Suddenly while walking you heard music, *Really good music from somewhere close and you were eager to find out where it came from, because it made you hopeful that the night wasn’t over just yet.

You kept on walking down the street and trying to hear if the music got any louder or lower.

When you finally spotted a pub which you assumed the music came from you walked there with big and fast steps so you would be able to enjoy it for as long as possible.

When you reached the pub you opened the door with big eyes that just widened when you got in.

There was a band playing at the stage and a surprisingly large crowd in front of it.

Well actually not that surprising because the band playing was extremely good. It blew your mind that they weren’t already world famous, which you were sure they were going to be.

You leaned at the bar for just a few moments watching them play, before you decided to head in to the crowd.

You pushed your way all to the almost front. You swayed to the music and watched the band at the same time. They were so extremely talented it blew your mind. But it also blew your mind how incredibly beautiful they all were. They were not just good looking in that plain and boring way, no they were gorgeous.

They also preformed so spectacularly, like they already were famous, that no doubt they should be, which really gave of an impression, a good one of course.

The frontman was really interacting with the crowd, but at the same time were in his own fantasy world.

The bassist was so passionate about his playing but so very cute.

The guitarist had gorgeous hair that was a show enough just that, and he played the guitar incredibly and made you think about how proud you were of yourself for just knowing a couple of simple songs on the guitar which probably sounded like shit when you played them.

The drummer had beautiful blue eyes which could be spotted from miles away. Even though he was beautiful he was hot as hell playing the drums.

You caught him looking at you but as you were dancing and your eyes didn’t stay at him as you were in your own world having the time of your life you didn’t know if he kept looking at you.

~

As you realized the show was over you disappointedly headed outside to get some air, but you really hoped something else would happen, you were really not ready to go home yet.

You leaned against the brick wall and the cold air cooling you down from the heated pub.

In the corner of your eye you noticed someone opening the door and getting outside, but you didn’t bother to look, assuming it was just someone heading home after the gig.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath and relaxed.

Opening your eyes someone now stood in front of you. You immediately recognized those blue eyes, which were even more beautiful up close.

He was standing pretty close and after a few seconds you gave him a small, soft, questioning smile.

“You aren’t leaving already are you?” He asked. He had a raspy voice which you didn’t expect at all, but it gave him more person and you liked it.

“No” Was all you gave him.

He pulled out a cigarette and a lighter from his poked and put the cigarette between his lips loosely and lit it up. His eyes were on yours and yours on his. You just looked at each other, not uncomfortable at all, you just enjoyed the moment.

He took a drag from his cigarette and blew out the smoke in a light breath.

He was standing even closer to you now than before.

“Why do you look so down?” He asked smooth and quietly. There was no need to talk any louder do to the complete silence around you.

“Just don’t want the night to be over” You said as you took the cigarette from his hands and placed it between your fingers lightly as you carefully brought it up to your mouth and placed it softly to your lips and inhaled.

He gazed on your lips as you smoked.

You blew the smoke out slowly and soft in his face. He watched you for a couple of seconds before responding to what you had said before.

“Well it doesn’t have to be” he said with a slight smirk and question in his voice. His hands were now on your waist

You raised a brow at him with a smirk with a look of confusion and hope, as a sign for him to go on.

“There’s a party we are heading to. The rest of the band are going and probably most of the other people inside”

A smiled formed on your face at his words, hoping that they would lead to where you wanted.

“You could join us?” He now said and your smile widened.

“Really?” You said and raised both your brows.

“Really.” He confirmed and chuckled a bit at how surprised you were.

You smiled and took his hand in yours

”Well let’s go then!”

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Hope you liked it! Do you want me to keep writing? Feel free to tell me what you thought about it! ;) <3

[drumbanger]

HI! Welcome! Not that anybody is reading this but I will write it anyways;). :

I have written a story already and I am planing on posting it. Today actually I think!

And I am doing this from my phone and my phone is fucked up, so I can’t reach my photos or my camera at the moment so that’s why I don’t have a profile picture.:) ❤️

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First Time: A PREQUEL | Roger Taylor Fan Fiction | Ben Hardy - 23 Front Seats (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/gsoiSPETh5 "You're not all that, Taylor." Elizabeth said leaning up against the wall of the auditorium examining her nails disinterestedly. "Really?" Roger said stepping forward leaning in close, his lips only inches apart from Elizabeth's, "I can name about 20 girls at this school right now that will tell you otherwise, sweetheart." Elizabeth got a little fluttering charge in her stomach that she hated to admit was there. She quickly snapped out of it and stuck her index finger into his chest slowly pushing him back a foot. "I'm not just any girl, Roger Taylor." Elizabeth Moreno, a Spanish beauty, meets the drummer for "The Reactions" after a high school dance. While at first unimpressed by Roger's swaggering and over-confidence, she soon starts seeing so much more in him. The two soon become a couple and grow completely mad for each other. Being fairly inexperienced and innocent (at least Elizabeth is anyway. Roger on the other hand..) every step they take together is new and exciting. After Roger brings her home late one fateful night after a steamy encounter in the backseat of his car Elizabeth's mother threatens to separate them forever. This is the prequel to my "First Time" series. You can read that one first, (I highly recommend you do as it's almost finished!) or start out with this one. I'm Victoria de Almeida, artist and HUGE Queen fan. Copies of my painting, "Queen: The Miracle" is owned by Brian May, Roger Taylor and Adam Lambert. I had the honor of presenting Brian's copy to him personally on July 16, 2019. In addition to my "First Time" books, I am also writing a diary format of that experience. Thank you for giving my work a try. xoxox Victoria

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From my Roger Taylor fan fic that has 9,000 reads! https://my.w.tt/VhTRnQdoK4 This a shout out homage to my girls who are @jessythepirate, @lucy__in__wonderland and @_erikainen_ Consider yourself officially immortalized in print! Love you my girls! My book has #rogertaylorfanfic #rogertaylorfanfiction #rogertayloredit #queenfanfic #queenfanfiction #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfictions. https://www.instagram.com/p/B9kAnutBwTE/?igshid=1512mu7c8dkgw

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First Time: A PREQUEL | Roger Taylor Fan Fiction | Ben Hardy (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/BEeqrtgat4 "You're not all that, Taylor." Elizabeth said leaning up against the wall of the auditorium examining her nails disinterestedly. "Really?" Roger said stepping forward leaning in close, his lips only inches apart from Elizabeth's, "I can name about 20 girls at this school right now that will tell you otherwise, sweetheart." Elizabeth got a little fluttering charge in her stomach that she hated to admit was there. She quickly snapped out of it and stuck her index finger into his chest slowly pushing him back a foot. "I'm not just any girl, Roger Taylor." Elizabeth Moreno, a Spanish beauty, meets the drummer for "The Reactions" after a high school dance. While at first unimpressed by Roger's swaggering and over-confidence, she soon starts seeing so much more in him. The two soon become a couple and grow completely mad for each other. Being fairly inexperienced and innocent (at least Elizabeth is anyway. Roger on the other hand..) every step they take together is new and exciting. After Roger brings her home late one fateful night after a steamy encounter in the backseat of his car Elizabeth's mother threatens to separate them forever. This is the prequel to my "First Time" series. You can read that one first, (I highly recommend you do as it's almost finished!) or start out with this one. I'm Victoria de Almeida, artist and HUGE Queen fan. Copies of my painting, "Queen: The Miracle" is owned by Brian May, Roger Taylor and Adam Lambert. I had the honor of presenting Brian's copy to him personally on July 16, 2019. In addition to my "First Time" books, I am also writing a diary format of that experience. Thank you for giving my work a try. xoxox Victoria

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First Time: Roger Taylor Fan Fiction Roger Taylor SMUT - 9 The Slap Heard Around The World (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/35fwuXK091 MATURE LOVE SCENES "Elizabeth leaned toward Roger hooking her finger in the waist of his jeans and then started pulling at the buttons of his fly. Roger stopped her and grasped both of her hands in his own. He started kissing them with his full lips parted and she could feel the heat of his breath. He lifted his blond tousled head and looked into her eyes with so much heat and passion Elizabeth was taken aback. 'Say it, Lizzy-' Roger's crystal blue eyes flashed with longing and powerful desire. '-Ask me...ask me as you did before.' 'Make love to me, Roger...please make love to me...'" In 1967, Roger Taylor and Elizabeth Moreno had been crazy in love before Queen and Roger shot to international fame. Their love and passion for each other, while at first innocent (they were both virgins), would soon confuse and challenge Elizabeth's strict Catholic upbringing. She loved Roger more than anything and she longed to give herself to him. After a steamy night in the backseat of Roger's car and a missed curfew for Elizabeth, the young lovers part for three years. Then, one fateful day a letter arrived in Elizabeth's mailbox. Roger would be playing with Queen in their home town and sent her two concert tickets and an invite to an exclusive Queen after-party. After all these years will Roger and Elizabeth's love ignite again and then give themselves to each other as they had always intended to? Very mature love scenes.

[paintingqueen1973]

“First Time: A Roger Taylor Fan Fiction” |MATURE +18|

https://www.wattpad.com/story/203356281-first-time-roger-taylor-fan-fiction-roger-taylor

In 1967, Roger Taylor and Elizabeth Moreno had been crazy in love before Queen and Roger shot to international fame.  Their love and passion for each other, while at first innocent (they were both virgins), would soon confuse and challenge Elizabeth's strict Catholic upbringing. She loved Roger more than anything and she longed to give herself to him. After a steamy night in the backseat of Roger's car and a missed curfew for Elizabeth, the young lovers part for three years. Then, one fateful day a letter arrived in Elizabeth's mailbox.  Roger would be playing with Queen in their home town and sent her two concert tickets and an invite to an exclusive Queen after-party.  After all these years will Roger and Elizabeth's love ignite again and then give themselves to each other as they had always intended to? Very mature love scenes.