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[f1reakingout]

wengen 2025 just keeps on giving

[imhilien]

Fictober 2021

Prompt #2 – “You have no proof”

Fandom: Intervention / Galactic Milieu by Julian May

Rating: PG

Tags: Angst

Uncle Rogi has tried a few times to convince family members that there’s a Family Ghost that watches over him from time to time and who saved his life when he was young. He tries to tell his nephew Denis. Tries with Paul as well, the youngest son of Denis.

But he sees the pity in their eyes even before they gently say, “You have no proof.” True, Uncle Rogi was the oldest telepath in the family and the first to wrestle with the implications of being immortal, but besides that, he’s not really that special. He sees that in their eyes too. He only runs a bookshop; he’s not a professor or a mover and shaker in politics. Perhaps this Ghost is one of the mysterious and half-visible alien Lylmik, but again, why personally watch over Rogi before the official existence of such aliens were confirmed?

Poor, silly Uncle Rogi with a confused image in his mind of something that’s probably not anything at all.

FINIS

[all-you-need-is-paul-mccartney]

The Couple Next Door V (Roger Taylor x Female!Reader)

Read Part IV Here

A/N: I am so sorry I couldn’t get this out on Valentine’s Day like I promised. I wanted to have a wonderful day with my boyfriend, and we ended up falling asleep and I found no time to post. I really am sorry.

But anyways, I’m not sure how well this chapter is gonna go because the last one was kinda slept on :/ BUT, to be fair, the previous one had no reader, and it was literally just dialogue, so I get it. I just really hope this one does better.

Summary: Roger goes home with a proposal to change his deal with Y/n.

(Real or Borhap! Roger. Whatever seasons your chicken.)

WARNINGS: Swearing, sLoW bUrN, EXTREME Mentions of sex, but again, No SmUt, mature romantic subject matter, I think that’s it. This one was a lil sad too.

Hun, this is about to be steamy, so this IS rated M. Read at your own risk, peeps, and if you’re under 18, maybe skip the ending of this one.

Roger pulled into his driveway, and after he took his key out of the ignition, rather than going inside immediately, he sat in the driver’s seat listening to the loud taps of raindrops hitting his windshield. 

 He rubbed his face stressfully, glancing over to the rather expensive bouquet of flowers along with the stupid, cliché heart shaped box which only contained the most expensive chocolate Roger could find in any London supermarket. 

 "If this is too much, she’ll kill me,“ he mumbled to himself before reaching for the purchases and pushing the door open. 

 And out into the rain he went. 

 He unlocked the front door after being completely annihilated with the heavy, stinging rain falling fast and largely from the stormclouds above. 

 He was able to make it into the house before the lightning began to strike, and as he toed off his shoes in the front hallway, his hair dripping with water, the low rumble of thunder vibrating the floorboards below his socks. 

 No matter, he was safe, and at home, and… something smelled really good.

 Roger removed his soaked jacket and hung it up on a hook in the hallway behind the front door before moving deeper into the dark house. The only light that could be seen on was in the kitchen, at the end of the hall. 

 He turned into the room and stopped in the threshold, taking in your lovely appearance as you wordlessly chopped up carrots, turned away and unaware of the visitor behind you. 

 Roger quietly set the flowers and chocolates on the counter before moving behind you, and after you put the knife down, he rested his freezing, wet hands on the back of your neck. 

 Almost immediately, your shoulders rose to your ears, and you let out a loud squeal, turning on your heel and shoving Roger backward, to which he laughed hysterically as he backed into the counters on the other side of the room.

 "You scared me!” You groaned before turning back to dinner stubbornly. 

 "Ah, Love, I’m sorry. The look on your face was priceless.“ He softly combed his fingers through your hair, pushing it to the side to leave a soft, warm, innocent kiss on the back of your neck, where he’d just placed his hands. 

 At the contact, you shut your heavy eyes and hummed gently in appreciation. 

"Make that noise again, and we may end up having a late dinner,” Roger mumbled hotly, and deeply. Your face burned when you felt the drummer’s lips curl into a devilish smile against your skin.

 "Y’know, I bought you something today,“ he continued on, and you swallowed nervously. 

"Yeah?” You squeaked, to which Roger hummed in return, his hands planting on your hips over your clothes to not disturb the warmth of your body with his freezing fingers. He gave your hips a little squeeze, and let another hum reverberate in the back of his throat.

Your cheeks glowed pink, and you wordlessly brought your thighs closer to one another. 

 Make that noise again, and we may end up having a late dinner, you thought to yourself.

 "Oh yes. Because you’re such a good girlfriend to me.“ And like that, his touch was gone. 

You opened your eyes, and looked over your shoulder, where you found Roger cutting the stems off the bouquet of flowers one-at-a-time. Your eyes fell to the heart-shaped-box, and Roger put the knife in his hand down to move the box closer to you. 

”’S’ll be our dessert,“ he smiled kindly. You offered a friendly smile back, your cheeks still warm from earlier, as you turned your attention back to dinner.

 "Y'know… if we even get there,” Roger finished. Your eyes widened and you turned your gaze back to him. The little bugger was back to cutting the stems off the flowers he bought you, his lips gently upturned in an innocent grin. 

 "… Are you okay?“ 

 "Hm?” Roger opened up one of the cupboards to retrieve a flower vase. He moved to the sink, ran the faucet, and began filling it with water. 

 "What are you talking about? I feel great.“ 

 "You’re just…” You squinted your eyes. “You’re acting really weird." 

 Roger shut off the faucet, and leaned back against the counter to look at you. 

He was giving you this look… it was like how he looked at you at the Garrison’s the week before. But there was something off about it. 

His gaze seemed… Darker.

 "Just getting my mind off things,” was all he had to say before picking the vase up from inside the sink and returning to the flowers on the counter. 

You tried your best to return your focus back onto dinner, reaching for another carrot to cut up. Meanwhile, Roger was dissolving the plant nutrients in the water.

By the time you reached the final carrot, the room was still quiet, and Roger, moving to pick up the bouquet and redirect them into the vase, paused his movements to look over his shoulder at you.

 Roger watched intensely as you moved around the little area you were working in. His eyes were fixed on the back of your head, but as time progressed, he began to find it difficult to keep his eyes from viewing lower, and lower… 

 "… Y/n, have I ever told you how pretty you are?“ Roger asked suddenly. You turned to him in startled confusion, and Roger made a face of regret. He mentally chastised himself for saying that. 

This was how he picked up women. You were not just a woman. You were much, much more than that.

 You laughed nervously, and awkwardly turned back to the carrot that had nearly been forgotten on the cutting board. You tried distracting yourself from Roger’s strange behaviour by dicing each carrot slice you prepared. 

 "You do realize you’re not in public, right, Rogie? You don’t have to be that nice to me." 

 "But I’m being serious.” The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board ceased again, and you finally dropped the knife to properly approach Roger.

 You crossed your arms over your chest and sighed in pretend annoyance, though the charade didn’t last long. 

“Alright. You got me. What do you want?" 

 "A favour." 

 "What kind of favour?” you challenged with a smile, one you’d tried to suppress, but gave in to. 

Classic Roger, you thought, King of bribery AND flirting.

 Roger opened his mouth to speak again, but the words were caught in his throat. 

He suddenly went pale, and your smile contorted into one of worry. “… Roger?”

 "O-um… well Y/n, y-you see, uh…“ Roger’s gaze fell helplessly to the floor as he stumbled over his words nervously, his cheeks growing hotter with every try. This especially worried you. 

 Roger was the most confident man you knew, and watching him be this hesitant about something really bothered you. In a case like this, you would have probably made fun of him, but you could see how stressed he must have felt, so you rested a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

 It was as if your touch was magic. Roger’s stuttering ceased, and he looked at you with big round eyes. 

Then he took a deep breath. 

"Y/n, I talked to the guys today.”

 "… About?“ 

 "Us. This…” Roger gestured to the house. “… Situation we’re in.” You both knew he was stalling from asking what he needed to, but you tried to keep patient. 

“Look, Y/n, I feel awful, and I know I made a promise to you about no groupies…" 

 ”… This is what this is about?” you asked dryly. “You not being able to have women over?“ 

 "What?! No! Well– yes, but–” you removed your hand from Roger’s shoulder and went back to cutting vegetables, the sound of the blade hitting the wooden cutting board getting louder and louder as time ticked on.

 All of that stuttering just for him to tell you he needed sex. Of course you were pissed off, and Roger knew that. You had a deal. In fact, he was horrified with himself. And now that you were angry, he was certain you would say no to the burning question he needed to ask. 

 "Then go.“ You told him sharply. "Go find someone to sleep with. Just don’t bring her back here. If you’re ever caught, we are done for." 

 Roger’s heart ached at your words. He tried to speak, but, like before, he couldn’t get the words out. 

He didn’t care if it was too late, he had to tell you he wanted you; that he needed you. 

 "Y/n," 

 "I said go!” You turned to him angrily as you shouted, and Roger could swear your eyes were glassy with fresh, unfallen tears, though you blinked them back stubbornly. 

 He breathlessly apologized, and rushed out of the house as fast as possible, leaving you alone in the kitchen, homemade pizza in the oven almost ready to come out, and a half prepared garden salad that would never be eaten.

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 Roger stood in the candy section of the supermarket for a second time that day, red eyes scanning the shelves for something you liked. 

 Rather than listening to you and getting laid, he was more focused on rebuilding the relationship he was unintentionally tearing down. 

 He needed to apologize to you as soon as possible, and going empty handed, Roger decided, was not a good idea. 

 "Pissed off your girlfriend too, mate?“ Roger looked to his right to see another man his age, looking at the wide selection of romantically-wrapped sweets before him. 

 ”… Yeah, you could say that.“ 

 "Figured. See, in times like this,” the stranger began as he slowly walked down the aisle before reaching out and grabbing a cheap candy bar from off the shelf. 

“The best thing you can do is buy her her favourite candy bar, give her a kiss, and tell her how much you appreciate and love her.”

 Roger silently thought this to himself, and although he wanted to somehow thank the guy for his advice, he was already giving Roger an encouraging slap on the shoulder and exiting the aisle to pay for his girlfriend’s gift. 

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 When Roger got home it was just before midnight. He made sure to enter the house and close the door as quietly as he could in case you were sleeping. 

 After toeing his shoes off and hanging up his once again wet jacket, he went to the kitchen. There, he set a large bag of your favourite candy bars down on the counter so the rustling of the plastic bag didn’t wake you up. 

 He pulled a carton of cigarettes out of his back pocket, and opened it to retrieve a new one. He mumbled a curse when he realized he only had two left, and he hadn’t bothered to pick any more up when he was in town more than once that day. 

 He just tossed the nearly empty carton on the table, and that’s when he saw the vase of flowers he neglected to finish preparing. 

They were placed and displayed beautifully and intricately; the definite works of a woman. Roger couldn’t pull off making such a display if he tried to do it on his own. 

 He guessed that was one reason to appreciate you: your creativity. 

 But he appreciated you for many other things. The list was just so long; if Roger had to name everything he appreciated about you, he wouldn’t even know where to start, and his rambles would surely never end. 

 He placed the cigarette between his lips, and wandered to the back door. He took his time getting there. 

There was no need to hurry. 

 He slid the door open a crack, and lit his cigarette with a lighter he’d left on the counter. 

 After the first inhale, and watching as he blew the smoke out into the wet, miserable night, Roger already began to feel a little better.

 He still felt guilty about his earlier conflict with you, but he planned out and repeated what he wanted to say to you to and from the supermarket. 

 "I don’t want just anyone. I want you.“ 

Like his journey home, Roger began mumbling the statement like a mantra between his draws of smoke. 

 After getting to the filter of the cancer stick, Roger flicked it outside before sliding the patio door shut and locking it. Afterwards, he went upstairs, prepared for bed, and went to his room. 

 There, he turned his bedside lamp on and retrieved a notebook, his book of lyrics and brainstorm ideas for songs, from under his pillow. He opened it up and began writing in it. 

 Hearing a knock on his door was the last thing Roger expected that night, but when you slowly walked in, and stared at him from your place at the door, he put the book down and gave you his full attention. 

 "Rog… Look," 

 "Y/n, it’s okay, it’s okay.” You pursed your lips, and Roger beckoned you over with his finger. 

You slipped into the room completely, and shut the door behind you. 

 When Roger felt the dip in the mattress, he reached out to touch you. He didn’t have an exact plan on what he was doing, so his hand fell to your back, and he decided to rub slow, soothing circles around your shoulder blades. 

 "… Y/n, I don’t want just anyone,“ he finally blurted out after a while of silence. 

You looked at him in confusion, and Roger’s hand stopped rubbing your back. The silence in the air was thick, and Roger tried his best not to start panicking again. 

"I uh…” He removed his hand from your back and awkwardly shifted in his spot. 

“I wanted to explain earlier that… that I wanted to um… maybe… talk to you about uh… adding onto this… this agreement." 

 The look you gave him was devastating. Big, sad eyes, and downturned lips. You felt guiltier than ever. You wanted to apologize for what you’d said, and how you acted earlier, but you didn’t even bother.

 Roger wouldn’t have allowed it, anyways. 

 "Yes…?" 

You asked gently, reaching your own hand out and placing it reassuringly on his thigh. Roger stared down at your hand for a moment, taking a shaky, deep breath. 

 ”… Don’t you think it’d… y'know… be easier if… we were friends but… helped each other uh…“ he couldn’t continue further than that. He tried, but he physically couldn’t say any more. 

 "Are you… suggesting what I think you are?" 

 "If what you’re thinking is that we can sleep with one another with no strings attached then yes.” His words rushed out of his mouth like a flood, and Roger felt as if he was overheating. 

He wouldn’t dare to speak, or move until you did.

 And he was glad to have made that decision. 

 You, after recovering from the shock of Roger’s confession, wasted no time in gripping Roger by the hips, and pulling yourself up into his lap. 

Roger exclaimed in surprise when you did this, and after wrapping your legs around his hips, your fingers slid back into his blond hair, and you kissed him with a hunger neither of you expected you to possess. 

 Kissing you, Roger decided, was better than he ever dreamed it could be. Your lips were soft; your kiss was forceful and controlling, only making this more enjoyable for him; and the way you were touching him– pulling his hair and tightening your legs around him– teased the absolute hell out of him. 

 And he loved every single passing second of it.

 Roger’s hesitation melted away quicker than he expected, and in no time one of his hands was gripping your thigh while the other held the back of your head.

You pulled at Roger’s hair harder, and a smirk played at your lips as he let a deep growl elicit from the back of his throat. 

You let your tongue slide past Roger’s lips and into his mouth, to which he made another, pleased noise. Both of his hands grabbed your hips, his fingers absentmindedly toying with the waistband of both your pyjama bottoms and your underwear beneath as he forced his tongue into your own mouth. 

 You encouraged him to continue when you whined rather loudly, practically begging him to kiss you like that again. 

 His confidence and ego only inflated from there. 

He moved the both of you around so you were lying beneath him, his hands on either side of your head. He dipped down to kiss and suck your neck like it was the only thing he knew how to do. 

 His hips lowered down onto yours, and you, without thinking, whined again and slammed your hips up to excitedly grind against Roger’s, who let out another deep, guttural moan. 

His hands tightened into fists as grasped his bedsheets beneath you and pulled at them tightly to restrain himself from either being too rough with you, or taking you right then and there. 

 In fact, he had to eventually force himself to pull back, but just enough to get a good look at you. He noticed your beautiful, untouched hair just waiting to be pulled; your hot, red face; your parted lips swollen from the assault of his own; and your quick, heaving chest.

 His eyelids lowered and he licked his lips. 

 You were the most beautiful thing he had ever set eyes on. 

 He shifted his hips around once or twice more, and when he watched you shut your eyes and bite your lip, he decided he couldn’t handle your erotic behaviour any longer. 

 "Fuck,“ he huffed deeply, hands releasing the blankets beneath you to grip your ass. You opened your eyes slowly, and smirked. 

You, of all people, had Roger Taylor hot, bothered, and completely at your mercy.

Roger reached over without breaking eye contact with you to retrieve a condom and a bottle of lube from the dresser in his bedside table, meanwhile, you clicked the lamp on the very same table off. 

 It was time to get to work, and see how beneficial this new addition to the deal would be for the both of you.

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A/A/N: Man, I REALLY hope this chapter does well. Things are only gonna get better from here, and I promise! No more lacking!

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[allboutheyaoi]

What is a major pet peeve you have with mangakas/mangas? Like, I hate it when they suddenly spring incest on you 46 chapters in, when it wasn’t what you signed up for!

oof, my pal, i have a couple of them.

1. Rape out of nowhere / for plot purpose

Immense dislike when rape scene sprang out of nowhere and ESPECIALLY when the rape is being neglected afterwards. (yes, i’m looking at you Yondaime Ooyamato Tatsuyuki. I still passionately hate the scene where rogi raped tatsuyuki.)

2. Cheating (and cheater doesn’t suffer) and the person who got cheated on gets back together with the cheater

When one of the main characters decides that cheating is ok because his fucking heart only belongs to his one true love lmao fuck off. As long as they are not in a CONSENSUAL open relationship, that ass is a cheater. And please PLEASE why do you want them to get back together even after the cheater ‘reformed’ his ways. My goodness.

3. Lots of scenes that includes main characters having sex with other people

Listen, i’m all for the active sex life and high libido but if the mangaka keeps showing sex scenes of the main characters having sex with other people instead of EACH OTHER then what’s the point. This mostly include when the main characters are not officially together yet, but I’d rather the mangaka focus on getting them TOGETHER than adding unnecessary sex scenes with people I don’t give a fuck about.

4. No kissing during sex because kisses are only for the person I love

Are you fucking kidding me? So it’s ok to fuck but we can’t mouth fuck coz my lips and tongue are only for the person I love…??? Please, if you want to have sex, just go all the way and that includes kissing them. Unless they absolutely abhor kissing but why would you want to have sex in the first place if you ain’t kissing.....?? I think one notable manhwa was Window by Window where the uke had sex with another dude for his first time but no kissing coz his kisses are only for the dude he love. I got incredibly confuse after reading that scene.

5. Incest and adopted brothers etc.

Just like anon-san, incest is a huge no-no to me. Now, I am ok with step-brothers (as long as there are no BLOOD relation) but I don’t think I have any favourite mangas under this theme. What might irk me is that sometimes I wish mangaka would let them JUST be brothers y’know, because even if there are no blood relation, if that’s your older/younger bro it’s nice to have a brother to be there for you during hard times. No romantic intentions, just siblings being there for each other! (yeah i’m a sucker for family theme stories)

[theyrealllegends]

Careful Chapter 10 (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Careful Masterlist 

Warning: People are getting DRUNK again. Also, I only posted this for the lovely person in my ask box but it’s the last chapter I wrote beforehand, so my next uplaod will likely take more time, sorry!!

xoxox

The next weekend would be the last one before the tour which was why you agreed to go out with the boys one last time. Roger would’ve stayed in with you for sure but you wanted to say goodbye to your other friends that didn’t happen to be your roommates, too. The only thing you didn’t calculate were all the drinks apart from the beers and ciders they were ordering. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t-“, you tried to explain and Roger just kissed you with a smile before he took the shot from your hand and downed it in split seconds, pulling a face afterwards. “You alright?”

“Of course, my love, don’t worry”, he told you with a reassuring smile, kissing you again. 

“Oh, come on, safe that for later, would you?”, Freddie said and Veronica slapped him. 

“Usually it’s you and Mary. Also, let them have their fun as long as they still can.”

“Next time I’ll try and join you, too”, you whispered to Roger. “Maybe Roni won’t feel that special anymore, then.” He just snorted and pulled you closer. 

“I doubt that, Tiffy, she’s like that no matter what. You wanna go outside for a smoke?” His eyes said something else than his words and it made you giggle. 

“I’m gonna let you smoke in here if you stop looking like that!” Roger grinned back before he buried his lips on your neck for a second. 

“I’ll safe it for later, then”, he whispered before he shifted to be able to pull out his cigarettes and Freddie let go of Mary’s hand quickly to steal one from him. Roger rolled his eyes but lit it for him nonetheless.

After a few more drinks, the whole pub was on their feet to dance to some old Led Zeppelin songs and the boys’ euphoria made you join them even though you didn’t feel half as comfortable as Mary and Veronica. You looked at them, dancing with their boyfriends and smiled when Roger lazily attempted to spin you around like that, before you got too dizzy and were just giggling in his arms, asking him to stop. 

“Sorry, babe”, he mumbled, kissing you again hungrily. His lips tasted like cigarettes and that brown German alcohol Freddie had ordered way too much of. 

“It’s fine”, you assured him, trying to get back in the rhythm of the dance. You ended up watching them from a seat at the bar though, in need of a short break to catch a breath. You could tell they were all enjoying themselves but you also saw that Freddie and Roger were clearly competing to be the drunkest of the night, smoking cigarette after cigarette. And if you’d thought things started going downhill then, you were proven wrong five minutes later when they really started to. 

“What’s a nice place like you doing in a girl like this?”, someone slurred behind you and then there were hands on your hips, making you jump. 

“Excuse me, let go!”, you told the man off as strict as you could master in the shock he’d caused you. 

“Come on, doll, just -“

“No!”, you cut him off. “Leave me alone!”

“What’s your fucking prob-“

“Didn’t you hear her, she told you to leave”, a firm voice interrupted the man and another guy in a dark grey jacket stepped in sight, getting between you and that gross guy. 

“What do you want-“

“I want you to leave!”, the other one answered, forcing the other guy to move until they were both out of your sight and you breathed in relieve. You eyed for your friends who were still dancing like there was no tomorrow and you were glad they didn’t notice while you also wished it would’ve been Roger to come to your rescue. 

“I’m sorry this happened”, your actual rescuer got your attention again a few moments later. “I’m Marco.”

“Tiffany”, you replied silently. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Tiffany. Can I buy you a drink?”

“I’m good, thank you”, you said and tried to give him a smile. 

“What brought you here if not the wish to get drunk and to make a fool out of yourself?”, he asked you, grinning to not offend you.

“My friends wished to do exactly so”, you replied, nodding your head into their direction and Marco’s eyebrows rose up a little. He came up with a smooth answer, though, resulting in the two of you getting into a rather interesting conversation about your studies and work, Marco turning out to be close to earning his doctor title in medicine. 

“Get your hands off her!”, you heard Roger rage, interrupting you giggle over some story Marco had told you and you pulled your hand away from his, asking yourself how you didn’t notice his touch in the first place.

“Hey, I wasn’t -“, Marco tried to explain himself but Roger didn’t even listen. You could tell he wasn’t seeing or thinking straight anymore, he couldn’t even stand for the love of god but he still managed to almost make Marco fall off his bar-chair. 

“Roger, stop! What are you doing?!”, you tried to get between them but if Brian hadn’t grabbed him, Roger would’ve hit Marco with everything he had. He’d only seen another man with you, not really caring if you wanted him to touch you or not but the jealousy really got the best of him, the alcohol in his system only feeding his fury. 

“You bloody bastard, touching another man’s girl behind his back?!”, he called the other man out while Brian was trying his best to keep him from breaking free. 

“Is that your boyfriend?”, Marco asked you, his eyes rather wide in shock. 

“Not technically but you could say we’re dating”, you tried to be diplomatic. 

“Every one here knows who’s gonna shag her tonight except you, you absolute dickhead. Leave her alone already!”, Roger rambled and you blushed. 

“Sorry”, you said silently and Marco’s brows furrowed. 

“No, I’m sorry. Good night”, he said, grabbing his coat and then he left, leaving you alone with a raging Roger and a desperate Brian. 

“Can you get him outside, he really needs fresh air”, you asked Brian whose lips were starting to turn white from how hard he pressed them together, trying to activate his last powers to get Roger to the street. 

“You bloody dumbass, calm down now!”, he told his blonde friend. “You’re gonna scare her away if you don’t stop acting like an idiot.”

“She’s mine, Bri”, Roger slurred and you rolled your eyes, getting back inside to get yours Roger’s coat. 

“Tiff, you alright?”, Mary asked when she saw you. 

“We’re leaving. Roger is drunk and causing a gigantic scene.”

“Oh god, should I help you?”

“I don’t think you’re getting Freddie out of here already”, you admitted and she followed your gaze where Freddie was dancing on a table. “You better help your boy and I’m gonna go help mine and I’ll see you tomorrow, yes?”

“Yeah”, Mary quickly said, hurrying over to Freddie already. When you met Brian and Roger again they were said on the sidewalk and Roger looked like he’d been hit by a car. 

“Let’s get you home, Rockstar”, you said, grabbing one of his arms to get him to his feet but you wouldn’t have been able to put his coat on him without Brian’s help. 

“You sure you can walk him home?”

“It’s not that far, thanks, Bri”, you assured him, getting one of Roger’s arms on your shoulders to keep him stable. 

“Fuck, Tiff, fuck”, he kept mumbling while he stumbled his way home next to you, the stairs being the biggest problem, really. 

“No, no, no, no”, you told him off when he made a beeline for your bedroom.

“You’re not going anywhere except the bathroom.”

“But I wanna -“ He made his intensions quite clear when he took a step towards you, pushing your back against the wall behind you and Roger smiled to himself proudly, moving to kiss your neck. 

“Get off me!”, you told him, pushing him away though. “You smell horrible, Roger, I’m not gonna let you come close to me if you don’t wash yourself!”, you told him, getting angry now. You still felt his hot, short-coming breath on your face, a mixture of vodka and other drinks and cigarettes and only the smell made your stomach twist. He was looking at you pretty cross eyed as if he was trying to make out your features before he took a step back and stumbling towards the bathroom. He tried to unbutton his dark-red shirt but he didn’t even manage to do one button, standing on very insecure feet.

“Fuck, Tiff’ny, please, I need help”, he slurred on, getting a terrible hick-up. You sighed and followed him, unbuttoning his shirt quickly, unable to resist to run your fingers over his hot skin. Roger closed his eyes, sighing silently. “‘M sorry, babe, so sorry.”

“Rogie, take a deep breath. Everything’s fine”, you whispered, wiping his hands off your hips to take his shirt off him, his shoes and jeans following quickly after. You helped him get in the shower even though he let himself slide down the wall as soon as he was in there and you sighed, getting a washcloth to help him get clean, washing his hair and his face as well before you dried him off and helped him up. 

“God, I feel awful”, he mumbled when you had him lay down in his bed. 

“That’s why I got you here, you’re not getting sick in my room. I’m gonna get you some water.” Roger just nodded even though you were sure he didn’t really understand your words. He looked incredible thankful though when you got him a fresh bottle of water and he drank almost half of it before he let his head fall heavy on his pillow. 

“Please stay with me. Don’t leave me”, he mumbled and you giggled, sitting down next to him. 

“I need to change, babe.”

“Be my girlfriend.”

“What?”

“I said”, he mumbled, his voice still muffled by his pillow until he forced himself to sit up and tried to focus his eyes on you. “That I’d like you to be my girlfriend. I know I don’t deserve it but I don’t want to leave you without being sure that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“You, Roger Taylor want to be mine?”, you replied, blinking in confusion. 

“And I want you, Tiffany Abberforth, to be mine, if you’ll have me, yes”, Roger answered nodding. The length of his sentences was draining him but your smile made it all worth it. 

“I’d love to”, you told him, hugging him in excitement. 

“Not that tight, please, love”, he said, struggling to breath yet smiling. “Thank you. That’s fucking great.” You kissed him and felt Roger smile into your lips before his hands moved into your hair and he moaned because you got fully onto his lap. “I was right in the end”, he said with a grin. “I’m the one who ends up shagging you.”

“You deserve to rot in hell”, you told him, only being able to keep a serious face for three seconds. Roger joined you in relieve, when you started laughing though, pulling you into his arms. “It was completely unnecessary but jealous you is rather sexy”, you told him when you caught your breath again. 

“You’re sexy all the time, my love”, he murmured into your skin, leaving some open mouthed kisses on your neck, making your eyes fall close and your body sink into his, glad to be close to him again. You felt desire rising in your lower stomach again, your thighs started to ache for his touch and Roger grinned because he could tell by how your hips found his, grinding yourself into him slowly, making his member go hard in an instant. 

“How can you even do that, you were so piss drunk!”, you told him in surprise and Roger chuckled. 

“I just said it, you’re sexy and that’s all it takes.”

***

Roger was still deeply asleep when you woke up the next morning, from his snorting, actually but you smiled to yourself, getting up slowly to get yourself a tea without waking him up. Freddie was in the kitchen with Mary, basically inhaling the scrambled eggs she’d made for him. 

“Hey there”, you greeted them, putting new water on the stove for your tea. 

“Hi”, Mary said with a smile. “You want some eggs? If Freddie is kind enough to leave some for other people.”

“Sorry, love”, he said after he’d eaten another huge fork full. “Where’s blondie?”

“Still asleep, he’s alright though.”

“He’s gonna be pissed when he wakes up”, Freddie forecasted, reaching for his cup. 

“Why?”

“Because nothing cures a hangover like a blowjob”, he replied bluntly and you let your face sink into one hand. 

“Why did I even ask?”

“I was thinking just that”, Mary admitted with a giggle. 

“Hang on”, your head shot up again and you looked at them a little scared. “Do you think he’ll remember what happened last night?”

“‘d be better if he didn’t, right?”, Freddie said confused. 

“No, no, I mean, I’m.” He raised an eyebrow when you blushed and you got up again to get a teabag. “Eventually, he asked me to be his girlfriend”, you said slowly and Freddie’s face softened. 

“I was wondering when he’d finally cut the bullshit and do it.”

“But I couldn’t remind him if he didn’t know anymore, could I?”

“Honestly if he forgot that, he wouldn’t deserve to have you as his girlfriend. But I don’t think he forgot, darling.”

“Hope you’re right, Fred”, you thanked him with a smile. 

Roger found you in the living room a couple of hours later, unable to sit on your desk and study that day. 

“Hey there, not being a busy bee today?”, he asked you softly when he got next to you on the couch, cuddling into you tighter than ever before you felt like. 

“Couldn’t really be bothered if I’m honest”, you admitted, snuggling your head into his neck. 

“You deserve a day off”, he mumbled, burying his fingers in your hair. “Again, I’m sorry for last night."

“Don’t be, it’s alright”, you whispered softly and he leant down to kiss you. 

“I didn’t dream it, did I?”

“I don’t know”, you teased him, fighting down your smile. “What do you think happened?”

“You know what happened”, he teased you back, grinning after his face had shown his worry for a second. “You sold your soul to the devil, you know that?”

“I’m your girlfriend now, not Freddie’s”, you said, making you both laugh before Roger’s lips found yours in a hungry kiss. 

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After he cheats

A/N: hello lovies 💕 this one shot was inspired by the song Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood, let me know if you like this! Feedback is always accepted, enjoy the reading! 💕 (i know the car in the photo is actually the Morris Minor, but i didn't know which pic i should've used)

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Female Reader

Warnings: lots of cursing, car smashing

Plot: Roger cheated on the reader and she decides to get her revenge by destroying his beloved car

That morning you woke up really happy, you couldn’t stop thinking about Roger and how happy you were with him. The two of you had been dating for a year now and that day was your anniversary. You spent the most incredible year together, following him to see every one of his shows. He really loved taking you with him, and you enjoyed it as well. When you got up you decided to wear one of his favourite sundresses that he had bought you. You fixed your hair and make-up as well and after grabbing the cake that you made for him the day before from the fridge you exited your flat. You wanted to surprise him, you knew that the last month had been a tough one for him and the boys but their new album A Night At The Opera was finally completed. Even though you felt him a little distant in those days you knew nothing could’ve stopped you from having a relaxing day with your boyfriend. It was a warm Sunday morning and he had the day off so you were sure he was home probably still sleeping.

When you arrived at your destination you rang the bell of his flat, but no answer seemed to came from the inside. Your smile fell for an instant but you soon recovered it and knocked at his door.

“Rogie? It’s me, open up! I have a surprise for you!” you said failing to contain the happy tone of your voice. After a couple of minutes a sleepy but nervous Roger opened the door. At first you didn’t really notice his expression, you were too busy placing the box with the cake inside on the kitchen table. When you turned around to give him a big kiss you noticed. He had a worried smile on his face.

“What’s wrong love?” you asked him, the confusion growing in your eyes.

“Oh don’t worry about it… why are you here however?” he asked yawning and rubbing his eyes. Even that question didn’t make you lose your smile. He was still half asleep though after all.

“Did you forgot what day it is today? You silly!” you laughed messing with his hair.

Suddenly the realization appeared on Roger’s face and a nervous laugh escaped his mouth.

“Oh god I’m so sorry (Y/N) I’m very tired I forgot what day it was today, but don’t worry give me 20 minutes and I’ll be all yours today! Why don’t you go wait for me in my car?” he said grabbing the keys and starting to slowly push you towards the front door. A confused look formed on your face as he started to push you a little harder.

“Hey! What are you doing? Why are you pushing me outside? Are you hiding something from me? Is it maybe my present?” you asked joking but Roger’s extremely worried expression made your smile fall.

“Are you okay Rog? Why are you so tense?” you asked now serious. He didn’t reply to you, he just sighed and stopped pushing you. The look he gave you made you even more concerned.

“You are hiding something from me, aren’t you?” you asked now with a dead look in your eyes. You glazed at Roger’s bedroom door. You didn’t even want to think about it, just the thought of it made you sick. Before you started to date him you had already heard all of the stories about him being a playboy but when you actually got to know him you thought that he really had changed for you. Oh…how wrong could you be. You started to walk to his bedroom, your moves were fast so that when he tried to grab your wrist to stop you he couldn’t reach you. You swung the door open, and what you saw confirmed all your fears.

Not one but two girls were still sleeping in his bed. You froze looking at them incredulous. Suddenly tears started to form in your eyes but you fought to hold them back.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

“(Y/N)…I can explain, I…”

“What the fuck do you want to explain Roger!? That you’re a piece of shit? That you cheated on me with fucking two girls!? Because one wasn’t enough, wasn’t it!?” you started to scream and pushing him away from you with your hands.

“(Y/N) please don’t scream, we can solve this. I am so sorry…please!” he said grabbing your wrists and pulling you close to him. Only in that moment you noticed that he smelled like alcohol and he was probably hung over.

“Get off me! Don’t you dare to touch me with those dirty hands of yours!” you said, tears now running down your cheeks.

You headed to the kitchen to grab your purse and go away. Your eyes fell on the cake that you made for him.

“I can’t believe you did this to me! How could you do this!? I even made this stupid cake for you! Because I thought that you would care a little!” you shouted throwing the cake to him and getting angrier when it missed him.

“Please, please (Y/N) stop screaming…I am sorry, please that didn’t mean anything to me! You know that I love you���we can still solve this, together!” he said, his voice cracked when he tried to reach you but you stepped away from him. You sobbed and tried to dry your tears with the back of your hands.

“We have nothing solve, Roger. I don’t want to see you anymore. And don’t tell me that you love me. If you really did you would never cheat on me…” you whispered, pronouncing those words hurt you like hell and you knew they hurt him too. You really thought he was the one for you. You spent a year of your life with him, every moment spent with him made you feel so happy. You could never believe that he would do something like that. Now you understood how much of a fool you had been, now you understood why he was so distant in that last month.

And then you saw it. Roger’s crowbar was hanging behind the door. He always left it there just in case he had to use it. “So that if I have to hurt someone I hurt them bad!” he always used to joke.

An unhealthy thought crossed your mind as you kept staring at it.

Roger didn’t seem to notice you while he kept telling you how much he was sorry. His voice sounded muffled to you.

Do it. Said a voice inside your head.

One more time you moved quickly. You grabbed the crowbar and exited Roger’s flat as fast as you could, you couldn’t care less if you had left the door open.

“(Y/N) what are you doing? Where are you going!?” you heard Roger shout at you and then starting to chase you down the stairs.

You exited the building and started to look around to search for his Alfa Romeo.

Do it.

You soon found it and climbed on the top of it. Not much later Roger reached you but stopped widening his eyes seeing you on the roof of his car with his crowbar in your hands.

His jaw fall on the floor and his eyes widened more.

“DON’T!” he shouted.

Do it.

You tightened the grip on the crowbar and slowly raised it up above your head.

“PLEASE!” Roger shouted once more, his voice cracked again as his eyes started to tear up.

You smashed the crowbar against the windshield of his car as hard as you could starting to break it. You repeated the action as Roger looked at you shocked. He was frozen and speechless. When you started to smash all the windows you heard a noise coming from him. You turned around to see him on his knees slightly sobbing. He had covered his face in his hands.

“Please stop!” he cried.

You stopped for a moment and looked at him starting to feel a little guilty, maybe you shouldn’t have done that to his car.

And he shouldn’t have done that to you!

The anger began to grow again and you started to hit the car harder than before. You jumped down of the car and continued to hit the windshield to break it completely, a sharp piece of glass fell at your feet but you didn’t notice at first as you were too busy smashing the bonnet. When you noticed it you suddenly stopped and your hands reached it.

Roger finally spoke again as he got up and looked at you with a terrified expression.

“W-what are you d-doing?” he asked stuttering.

You looked at him with a sadistic little smile.

You gripped the piece of glass and with a quick move of your hand you slashed one of the tires.

“NO! STOP!” he shouted again, but this time he reached you and grabbed your wrist.

“(Y/N) are you out of your mind!? Why did you do this!?” he yelled turning you around to make you face him.

You quickly removed his hand from your wrist and pointed the piece of glass at him.

“Touch me again and the next thing I will cut is your hand!” you yelled back.

“Fucking stop destroying my car! Why would you do something like that!?”

“Are you being serious right now!? Is this a joke!? I could ask you the same fucking question!” you said pushing him as hard as you could.

“You destroyed my heart and I destroyed your car, it seems pretty fair to me!”

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The Couple Next Door III (Roger Taylor x Female!Reader)

Find Part II Here

A/N: Okay, yes, I may or may not have written this in less than a day, and no, I’m not the happiest with it. Then again, I’m not exactly always happy with what I produce. As long as my works entertain others, that’s all that matters.

But anywho, I wrote this part of the series in 3rd person Omniscient for Roger because we need to know what’s going inside that tiny head of his.

Don’t forget to leave notes, show your support and interest in my pieces by sending in a reply. All support and feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

Summary: Roger and you spend dinner at the Garrisons, and Roger does some thinking.

(Again, Borhap! or Canon! Rog, whatever tickles your peaches)

WARNINGS: Swearing, slow burn, mentions of sex (nO sMuT), mentions of drugs, alcohol, overthinking(?) idk this part made me a tiny bit sad)

I’m rating this a T, but the subject matter is a little heavier than my previous parts of this fic. I would advise you to proceed with caution.

Roger stepped out of the shower, staring at his muted reflection in the foggy mirror before reaching for a towel. He took his time towel-drying his hair, and by the time he’d dried himself completely off, the steam in the bathroom dissipated just enough for him to be able to make out his facial features in that same mirror.

 At this point he reached for the blow dryer on the right side of the counter. After fully removing the vapour off the mirror with it, he used it to completely dry his hair. 

 His fingers ran through his blond strands carefully as he tried to make sure he didn’t leave anything wet. 

 As much as Roger liked his hair, he’d rather have some girl pulling on it than him. 

 But that was besides the point. 

 Roger set down the blow dryer after a while, and just stared at himself in the mirror, his hands on either side of the vanity. 

 What the fuck was he doing? 

 He decided to fake a relationship with you, (on a limb, I may add) for the benefits of having a nice place to live. 

 It sucked that his days of sleeping around were coming to an end, though he didn’t exactly mind it.

In a way, Roger loved you. But it was like… a weird love. Almost like a “you-are-my-best-friend-and-I-would-die-for-you-but-if-you-totally-wanted-to-kiss-me-I-wouldn’t-think-twice-about-reciprocating” kind of love. 

 He’d felt like this towards you since high school, but you were with someone, and he forced his feelings down by sleeping with so many women he probably couldn’t remember any of their names if he tried. 

Eventually, with all the drugs and alcohol he consumed, and all the skirts he’d been under for the last five years, that other, almost forbidden feeling towards you, was gone. 

 Well… Until now. 

 "Rog, you good in there?“ You called through the bathroom door. The sound of your voice almost had his heart jump up into his throat. He circled a towel around his waist, and opened the door. 

 You looked him up and down, and Roger could swear he saw your cheeks glow. "Damn, you’re looking good, Rogie." 

 He choked out a strained laugh, averting his eyes to the small droplets of water on his feet. "Wel-uh.. th-thanks, um… y/n." 

 You rolled your eyes, a dopey smile on your face. "And you thought I took those compliments seriously.” You squeezed past a nearly heartbroken Roger in the threshold of the door, and you reached into the medicine cabinet for your toothbrush.

“All I need to do after this is put on my lipstick, and you’re not even dressed! We’re supposed to be over there in five minutes!" 

 This had Roger disappearing immediately into the second guest room on the left, the one you decided would be his room after he forfeited the master bedroom over to you. 

 You just shook your head before shoving your tooth brush into your mouth.  

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"Just… be calm." 

 "I am calm. You’re the one that’s not calm." 

 "Why would I tell you to be calm if I’m not?" 

Roger was about to respond just before Anna opened the door. Roger and you immediately slapped painfully wide grins on your faces, and greeted the older woman with a soft hello as you stepped inside. 

 "Something smells good,” Roger complimented as he removed his jacket.   "Thank you, Roger. It’s almost ready. I’d give it another fifteen minutes, and then we’ll dine.“

 Roger nodded to Anna with a smile and turned towards you. He helped you take your jacket off, and you watched as he placed the coats on an empty hook on the wall. 

 He faced you again, and winked. He reached down and grabbed your hand, giving it a warm squeeze before you were both led further into the Garrison’s home. 

 Anna encouraged you both to take a seat on the sofa while she continued watching the food. 

 "Charlie kept an eye on the casserole while I grabbed the door. He’ll be out in just a minute, loves." 

 "Take your time,” you called to her as she made a beeline to the kitchen, leaving Roger and you alone. 

 Roger pursed his lips, twirling his thumbs in the sudden, and awkward silence. He took this time to examine the tidy, well-furnished home. 

 He began silently counting all of the framed photographs on the wall. 

He came across one of Anna and Charles. It seemed to have been an older one compared to some of the others. They were in wedding attire, Roger guessed, from the thirties or forties, the newlyweds brandishing bright, and ecstatic grins. 

He couldn’t help but smile back at the photograph. 

He didn’t feel as if it were a necessity to get married, but he wished he would find pure elation being with you. 

 It didn’t matter if he could never properly marry you; if he discovered you were never in love with him in the first place… or even if things did turn out that way; he just saw you. No one else. 

It had to be you. 

Roger’s eyes flitted to the right when Charles returned from the kitchen. 

 "Sorry to keep you kids waiting,“ he said sincerely, sitting down in his living room chair. 

” ’S no rush, Mr. Garrison,“ Roger assured him. 

No one really decided to say anything after that. It was silent for a few second too long, and Charles laughed a little. 

"Geez, are you guys uncomfortable? You both look tense. You’re good here. You can relax. Been a long day for you two–" 

"Charlie?" 

"Oop– Excuse me," 

Charles pardoned himself from your presence to see what his wife needed. 

You sighed heavily, and Roger’s head began to spin. 

 How could this look more natural…? 

 ”… hey um…“ Roger mumbled gently, successfully grabbing your attention, and you raised an eyebrow in confusion. 

Roger licked his lips, his hand slowly lifting and moving to hover just over your knee. His eyes refused to look back into your own.

You caught sight of his hand in your peripherals, and after looking downwards, you glanced back up at Roger. 

"Is uh… is it okay If I…?” 

You simply nodded, and Roger sighed in relief, his hand lowering onto your leg. You shifted the smallest bit closer to him, and you smiled a little at how embarrassed he was to be touching you like he would with any other girl.

You placed your hand affectionately over top of his when he started rubbing circles on your pant leg with his thumb. 

Your cheeks were a pretty shade of pink, and Roger’s were, too. 

Charles returned from the kitchen just then. “She "lost her glasses”. They were right on her face and neither of us even noticed until she saw herself in the window!“ 

You and Roger laughed along with Charles in regards to his wife’s antics. 

"But enough about her, I see her every day. Tell me more about you. How long have you had this one for, Roger?" 

The drummer smiled at you, taking a moment to himself to search your entire face for an imperfection; maybe a loose eyebrow hair, some smeared makeup, lipstick on your teeth, or even an ugly zit he could make fun of you for later. But there was nothing wrong with you. 

He couldn’t find one thing on your entire face he didn’t like. 

"I wish I could tell you I’ve had her forever, Charles…" 

You looked into his eyes. There was something… not quite right. 

It was the way he was looking at you.

He’d never looked at you like that before. 

 Not with that much adoration; and never, did you ever think, you’d describe Roger’s tone as "dripping with affection”. At least, not when he spoke of you. 

“It’s been about five years.” Roger concluded. “Best years of my life." 

"And the fact you’re still going strong makes me very happy,” Charles mused, his eyes shining with joy. 

 "Things’ll get even better. Wait until you’re married and have children!“

That statement had your blood run ice cold, and you could swear Roger’s eye twitched at the word.

Children.

"I remember when my wife told me she was pregnant. It was one of the greatest days in my life, though their actual births and my wedding day are easily the top two." 

 You opened your mouth, but no words would come out. You cleared your throat and tried again. "Uhm…” Charles turned your way. “We never really um…” you took a deep breath and tried again. “Well, we’ve never really sat down and really… discussed whether or not we even want kids.”

“No um… we just… can’t see ourselves as parents. To a baby. With our face. It just seems so… surreal.”

“Roger,” The blond swallowed, and nodded to Charles in acknowledgement. 

“Becoming a father is so rewarding. Wait ‘till you have a baby girl or a little boy, and you hold 'em in your arms for the first time. All that doubt will just wash away. Anna and I were so confident in our parenting skills, we had four more little ones!”

You couldn’t imagine having more than just one child, let alone five, or any of Roger’s, for that matter. The concept was so foreign to you, especially when it’s suggested that the father of these kids is the man who purposely puts the toilet roll on backwards because, and only because, it pisses you off.

Anna called the three of you to the table, cutting the conversation short, though you were relieved to get your mind off how hilariously ridiculous it sounded that you were sort of expected to give birth to Roger Meddows Taylor’s offspring.

He, on the other hand, couldn’t shake the idea. He spent the whole dinner on auto-pilot, trying to imagine how a child could share both his and your features. 

He watched you a lot during dessert, trying to decide his favourite part of your face, something that he would be happy for your hypothetical child with him to be graced with.

But much like earlier, he realized he loved your face so much, he couldn’t make an ultimate decision.

Much like you, Roger thought the concept was close to impossible, as well.

He didn’t want to come down with a “Baby Fever”, so he took the next chance he could to talk about something distracting. The subject was averted to music, and Roger’s drumming and things like that.

He was just glad his subconscious wasn’t focused anymore about which room in the condo would hypothetically be the baby’s.

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“Thank you for inviting us over, Anna. That was the best casserole I’ve had in my life. Just don’t tell my mother.” Anna laughed at your joke, and teasingly assured you she wouldn’t.

Roger, after helping you put your jacket back on, held the door open for you, and after saying your final good byes to both Anna and Charles, the both of you were left alone in the cool summer night.

Your slow walk down the drive with Roger was very quiet. You two didn’t say anything.

You both took slow, careful steps towards your new home, two pairs of eyes searching the sky for constellations.

Roger’s hands were stuffed into his jean pockets, and you had your arms crossed over your chest.

He expected you to start rambling about how much of a disaster the entire visit was, and how there was certainly not enough casserole for left overs as Anna suspected, but you said nothing.

So he said nothing.

Roger climbed the stairs up to your front door, and unlocked it, wordlessly holding it open for you. You just nodded in thanks, and stepped inside, Roger close behind.

That’s where you both disbanded. You went right upstairs, leaving Roger alone in the dark front corridor. He just sighed, and locked the door as his eyes fixed to the blackness of the room.

He went straight to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator. There were a few beer bottles in the fridge, and he reached for one, twisting the cap off with his shirt before taking a swig.

He shed his jacket and tossed it on the couch before sitting in the chair on the other side of the living room, and propping his feet up on the ottoman.

Upstairs, he could hear the tub’s faucet running. You were showering.

Taking another sip of his beer, Roger decided to wait until you were out of the shower and in bed before he went upstairs. 

 "… Rog?“

Roger’s eyes snapped open and he sat up with a start, gaze shooting to the hand on his arm.

Your hand.

Roger exhaled, and rubbed his tired eyes, his brain registering that you’d turned some of the lights on.

"Scared the bloody ‘ell outta me, y/n,” He slurred groggily, rubbing his forehead and combing his hair back with his fingers.

“I’m so sorry! I went to knock on your door and you weren’t in there!" 

 "I was waitin’ here for you t’ go t’ bed…” he must have fallen asleep, you thought as you rubbed the side of his arm.

“Well I was checking in on you to let you know the bathroom was free if you needed in." 

” ’M fine, Love. Thanks, though.“ He removed his feet from the ottoman, and rubbed the back of his neck, a number of empty beer bottles falling from his lap and onto the carpet below.

”… I swear I only 'member grabbin’ one.“ 

”… You go upstairs, okay? I’ll put you to bed.“ You bent down and started picking up the bottles.

Roger, who was on his feet, and turning the corner, stopped to watch you. He counted every bottle you picked up off the floor.

The higher the number, the guiltier he felt.

By the time you picked up five, Roger was already gone, upstairs and changing into some nighttime clothes.

He blindly chose his clothes, the combination being a pair of checkered pants and a Rolling Stones t-shirt.

He didn’t even bother trying to make an effort to get up and brush his teeth. He just climbed into bed and shut his eyes. 

But as promised, you walked into his room, and sat on his bed.

”… Roger, you know I didn’t hear the faucet running.“ 

 That’s how easily convincing you were to him: Seconds later Roger was in the blinding luminescent light of the bathroom, you sitting behind him on the edge of the bathtub as he drunkenly brushed his teeth.

"Spit, rinse, and I’ll meet you in the room.” You rubbed his back gently before leaving him alone in the room. 

Roger removed the brush from his mouth, and stared at himself in the mirror, toothpaste froth lining his lips and dripping down his chin in an almost comedic manner. 

Roger thought the froth kind of looked like facial hair. He even giggled a little at the idea of him maybe one day having a beard.

But then his smile disappeared, and he wiped his mouth off. Although he remembered only drinking one, he knew why he drank so much more. 

 Those thoughts about you were returning. The more time he spent with you, the more giddy he’d feel, and the more close he’d want to get. 

Roger wondered how he used to be able to teasingly slap your ass and make sexual jokes with you all the time without feeling at the very least flustered with his own actions.

He did it in front of the band all the time when you were around, but it was like he was in high school again.

He always had the urge to kiss you at least once before he died. The constant suppression over the last few years buried that urge six feet under, but it seemed the suppression wasn’t working anymore.

What if, Roger thought, this would be different? He technically had no reason to suppress any feelings he had towards you; well, maybe except for dignity purposes, but that was all.

What if luck and pre-destiny existed, and his chance to be with you just so happened to be now, under these awkward circumstances that would overall result in a blissful future with nothing but happiness…

But why would someone like her want to be with someone like you?

With the depressing thought hanging over him like an obedient rain cloud, he shut the bathroom light off, and moped to his room, where you sat in wait. 

You helped Roger climb into bed, and you tucked him in, kissing his forehead like a child.

“If you need me in the night, you know where I am, Blondie.”

Roger nodded, and mumbled his good nights to you before rolling over.

When his bedroom door closed, Roger opened his eyes despite not being able to see anything in the room. 

He blinked. 

 At the beginning of this commitment, pretending to be with you seemed like a piece of cake to him… 

 … But Roger didn’t know how much longer it would be until his behaviour towards you wasn’t pretend anymore.

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A/A/N: Wow, This is a lot longer than I expected it to be, but I’m glad this part is done. I think I may write in Roger’s perspective more in this fic because he’s got lots of shit running through his mind, clearly. What are y’all’s opinions though? 

Anywho, enjoy this, I’m gonna go find something to inspire me for the next chapter.

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