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Can u plzzzz write something about Ben!Rog where it's a timeline of the reader and him going through pregnancy? Like when she found out she was pregnant all the way up to delivering the baby? It's all over the place but I'd love for u to write it♥️

Roger Taylor Pregnancy Headcanons/Timeline (Part 1: Telling Roger)

A/N: I really love this idea. I haven’t had like any time to write in the last two weeks so even though this isn’t the whole thing, I wanted to post something. So, I had an idea to kind of split up the headcanons into like periods. I will get the whole concept done, especially since my winter break starts next week!!!!!!!😎 -C

PS: Requests Are Open.

So when you found out you were pregnant, you thought Roger was going to freak out.

You weren’t planning on kids at all and you thought that with his career and all, he wouldn’t want it.

You made sure to go to the doctor and everything just so that you could be sure.

About two weeks after finding out, Roger was due home in an hour and you decided it was the night to tell him.

You weren’t sure how yet but tonight was the night.

When he walked in the door, you just went for it...sort of.

“Hey Rog.”

“Hello love.”

He kissed you on the forehead and moved toward the living room.

“Say Roger, what’ll you be doing in oh I don’t know, 9 months?”

“I don’t know, why do you ask?”

Ok. Just try again.

“I don’t I just thought there may be a new addition that we’d make in about 9 months.”

“Like to the house?”

How was he still not connecting the dots here?

“No Roger, I’m pregnant.”

Well that was one way to convey your message. In a very very blunt way.

But then, he started laughing.

“That was funny Y/N. I really thought you were pregnant for a minute.”

“I am.”

You handed him the papers from the doctor and the test.

Silence fell over the room as Roger’s eyes widened and a slight look of panic took over his face.

“You’re really not kidding are you.”

He was searching your serious expression for any sign of you cracking a smile or holding in a laugh.

“No.”

He stood up and for a moment you thought he was going to leave.

You thought you were going to be left alone to raise this child, when suddenly he wrapped his arms around you and picked you up.

“I’m going to be a father!!!”

He was happy. You could relax.

“I love you so much Y/N.”

“You’re not mad?”

“How could I be? You already do so much for me and now you’re giving me a baby. My life couldn’t be any better.”

That night when you went to bed, as you were cuddling with Roger, your dreams couldn’t help but be filled with the giggles of a baby and your future happy family.

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Could u pleaseeee write something where Rog finds out the Reader's pregnant for himself and he's all mad (and sad cause she didn't tell him) and they fight but then it ends all fluffy plzzzz

Roger’s POV

Something was up with Y/N. She had been avoiding me for a few weeks now. She was asleep when I got home at night and up and out of the house in the morning.

I was left to wonder what I’d done wrong. Was she cheating on me? Was she breaking up with me?

I was didn’t want to lose her. I was going to find out sooner or later, why couldn’t she just tell me?

Time skip...

I was happy to be home after a long hard recording session.

I had headed upstairs to shower and realized there was no soap. I was looking for some in Y/N’s drawer when something caught my eye. A plastic stick with a plus sign. If this is what I think it is...

“Y/N, love.”

No answer.

“Y/N.”

I moved her shoulder slightly and she started to wake up.

“Rog? I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Y/N is there anything you’d like to tell me?”

“No, why.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”

She kept denying that anything was going on.

“Why are you lying to me?! You’ve been ignoring me for weeks! What did I do?! You haven’t spoken to or so much as looked at me!”

“Roger stop yelling at me.”

“No! You have been treating me like I don’t matter and all because you couldn’t tell me you were pregnant!”

(This was when he knew, he fucked up.)

“Why do you say that?”

She looked scared. I immediately felt guilt wash over me and I regretted yelling at her.

“Darling I found the test. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

I think sudden change in tone confused her slightly and it took her a moment to reply.

“We’ve never talked about kids, hell we’re not even married. I didn’t think you’d want a baby.”

“I wish you had told me earlier, I wouldn’t have been angry with you. I was actually pissed that you kept it from me for this long.”

I was disappointed in myself for making her think in any way that I wouldn’t be happy about a mini Y/N or mini me running around.

“Darling, I love you. I’m thrilled that we’re going to have a baby.”

“You are?”

“Of course.”

“I’m relieved. I couldn’t hide it for too long. I’m already about 2 months.”

I was going to be a father. How amazing was that?

I laid on the bed and pulled Y/N to my chest as I started playing with her hair.

“So Rog...how long do you think we can go without the boys noticing?”

“Mmmm I don’t know. At least 3 weeks.”

“Bet?”

“Of course. We’ll figure out the winnings later love,” I laughed.

I loved how she could go from upset to happy in such a short time.

We talked for a little longer about baby things and such before I realized she had drifted off to sleep.

I kissed her forehead and whispered, “ I love you two so much,” before closing my own eyes.

I couldn’t be any happier at the moment.

Imagine where the reader is calming down her now drunk boyfriend at a pub (B.H. Roger Taylor) from getting into a bar fight because another guy “flirted” or “touched” you. Angst and FLUFF xxoxoxo

(A/N: Thank you for requesting @inlovewithmybicycle 😊😊😊. Also, I feel like this around the beginning of Queen, so just go with it 😂.)

(P.s. Also low key kinda proud of my self cause I wrote this in like half an hour.)

-C

Y/N’s POV

Roger is such a baby when he’s drunk. He’s prone to having temper tantrums, screaming and yelling, and even throwing things. So, when Roger has decided to throw a punch at some guy at the bar, I knew I had to step in.

You see, Roger had wandered off and because I wasn’t too worried that he would get into trouble, I went to go get another drink.

As I was waiting for my drink, an obviously intoxicated man came up to me and started hitting on me. (I’m mean who wouldn’t y’all are gorgeous af). I had dealt with this type of situation before, so I knew to just ignore the guy and reject his advances. Everything was fine until the creep decided to grab my hips and try and kiss me.

It was almost as if an alarm went off in my head telling me Roger was coming and I could tell he was not happy.

Suddenly the man was pulled from me by my boyfriend. Roger had a raised fist and was gripping the guy by the collar of his shirt.

Knowing the consequences of the fight I yanked on Roger’s raised arm, letting him know I wanted to leave.

He looked between me and the stranger for a few moments before deciding to drop him.

He directed me towards the exit and through the crowd that had congregated around the expected fight.

“Did he hurt you Y/N?”

“Rog I’m fi-“

“God, if I had the chance, that jackass would be 6 feet under ground by now.”

Roger was red in the face and his heavy breathing and pacing wasn’t helping calm his fury.

I walked over to him and placed both of my hands on his shoulders in an attempt to get him to stop for a second.

He looked at me with soulful eyes and I couldn’t help but melt under his gaze. He just wanted me to be safe, but he always toook things to extremes.

“Roger, I’m fine. Nothing I’ve never seen or heard before.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

His words were slurring and I could tell that the alcohol was catching up with him.

“I just don’t want people talking to you like that or touching you, especially the touching part. I’m the only one that can do that stuff. You’re mine.”

I leaned in to his chest and wrapped my arms around him and he rested his chin on my head.

“You’re just trying to protect me and I understand that, but I wish you wouldn’t take things so far Rog.”

“I would do anything for you, love. Even if it meant causing a little mayhem.”

I laughed slightly at that comment knowing it was probably true. Also knowing Roger, there would always be mayhem involved.

“I love you Y/N.”

It sounded like heaven coming from his mouth. Every time he said it, I could hear angels sing.

“I love you too.”

He may be a drunk idiot, but he’s my drunk idiot.

I May Be Dumb, But I’m Not Stupid (Part 2)

[Roger Taylor x Fem!reader]

A/N: Thank you guys for such a positive response to part 1. It means a lot because I’ve never posted or really shared my writing before and I’m glad I’m able to give you something to enjoy!!! It’s still kinda short but shit goes down in the next chapter, I just felt like being evil 😈 and leaving it on a cliffhanger. Also thank you for being so patient. I’ve been very busy and haven’t had any time to write. 😘

(P.s. I couldn’t link the first part because I don’t have a computer on hand at the moment)

Read Part One First❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️

Reminder: I’m taking concept requests for Queen and 5sos (no full on smut)

Y/N’s POV

“Come on!”

“Go with us!”

“It’s a party for you, we’re all going.”

“Even Deaky’s going. If Deaky’s going you should go.”

Roger and I had been pestering Brian for a good thirty minutes. He refused to come with us to a party tonight which may I add, was celebrating HIS band’s upcoming tour. Brian said he had a “bad feeling” about tonight, whatever that meant.

“I just feel like something bad is going to happen and knowing you guys, I’d probably be the one having to fix it.”

I didn’t really want to go either but I was supporting my friends and knowing my 2 favorite things: boys and booze would be there, the decision was a little easier. Plus I would probably be shunned if I didn’t go (Freddie and Roger a.k.a the hysterical queens of the band).

I had recently tried distancing myself from Roger, however this task turned out to be much more difficult than I had originally thought. Roger was a drug no rehab could cure me of, I just kept relapsing every time I tried to quit. Partying always helped me cope; so I got a buzz whenever I could, even though the high only lasts till he catches my eye. And again and again, Roger kept reminding me that I couldn’t have him. I was his for the week, until he moved on to the next fling.

I had feelings for my best friend and I knew he would never feel the same way. Roger could barely pay attention to one girl for more than a week, I couldn’t expect a relationship out of him.

Later that night

Getting ready for the party was causing me more stress than I already had. I wanted to doll myself up just so Roger would notice me, but I couldn’t make it too obvious. I also had to make sure that I would be able to catch the eye of anyone but Roger, while still managing to grab his attention in a tasteful way. See, even picking out my clothes to impress Roger seemed like a life or death situation. It was completely ridiculous, obsessing over one guy like this. I just need to go to the party and completely ignore Roger. How presumptuous of me to actually think my will power would keep him away from me.

“Freddie’s already there Brian, lets go,” Roger complained. After convincing Brian to go, he’d decided to take the maximum amount of time possible to get ready (of course he did, have you seen his hair).

We finally leaving the house, we arrived at the party to find it was already on full swing.I immediately left the boys to go get shitfaced, that’s what I was there for after all.

3 rounds of shots and 2 beers later I felt my sobriety begin to disappear. I wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings, that was until a guy a few meters away offered to buy me a drink. Boy, did I make a mistake saying yes...

Roger’s POV

I had barely walked through the door and I already had girls lining up to see me. I liked the attention, I always did, but I felt guilty. I felt like every time I had a girl even flirt with me, I was cheating. I hadn’t actually admitted it to anyone that I felt guilty because of her. Y/N was the only girl that I kept around, ever. Brian had tried to get me to spill about my emotions, even though I’m pretty sure he already knew everything.

Y/N meant a lot more to me than anyone knew. I couldn’t lose my reputation for a girl that so obviously had no romantic feelings toward me. She’d been very distant lately and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was because she didn’t want to keep up our little agreement anymore.

My temper had been through the roof and I was set off by every little thing. I was pissed at myself. I let her down. It took a lot for me not snap the neck of any guy Y/N spent time with.

I didn’t want to lose her. She was...perfect, the only thing that kept me sane. Now I wasn’t the smartest guy, but it didn’t take an astrophysicist (get it 😂) to realize how amazing this girl was.

Here I was sat with a girl on either arm and all I could think of was where Y/N was. Not with me, which is where she should be. I scanned the room searching for her and as soon as I caught sight of her, I felt my blood boil.

Y/N’s POV

I guess Brian’s little prediction had been correct . It seemed Roger was in the mood for a fight tonight because I had looked away from the guy I was speaking to, only to see an enraged Roger stomping towards us. As soon as I spotted the red tinge in his face and how his fists were clenched, I realized that someone was getting majorly injured. Who it was going to be, I had no idea.

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I May Be Dumb, But I’m Not Stupid (Part 1)

[Roger Taylor]

A/N: Ok so this is my first fan fiction. This is mainly based on Ben Hardy/Roger Taylor, because who doesn’t need that. This is probably gonna be multiple parts but bare with me because I have no idea what I’m doing and this may be complete shit. So for rn just enjoy!

(P.s. These are like background details and the necessary setup for the story so it’s kind of boring and short but I promise it’ll be more dramatic later.)

😊-C

Y/ N’s P.O.V

Ever seen Roger Taylor without a girl on his arm? I sure haven’t, hell I usually am one of those girls. I’ve been one of those girls for years, ever since I met Roger at a pub his band performed in...

I think it was his smile, or maybe it was the way he played his drums, or maybe it was how he sang. I don’t quite remember what attracted me to him, but I do remember that as soon as he was on stage, he caught my eye. I was out with a few friends that night, but I had already lost sight of them. The band’s music got my attention and I couldn’t help but stare at the blonde drummer. He was very attractive in my book and my gaze couldn’t be torn from him. He momentarily looked up from his drum kit and made eye contact with me. That wink he gave me made me sure that I would have to find a way to talk to this man.

Later that night, I was about to go search for my friends when someone bumped into me. I was about to yell at them for nearly making me drop my beer when I realized it was the drummer from the band. You can’t yell at him, contain yourself. Attractive man in front of you, don’t fuck this up. He just smirked at me.

“What’s your name love?”

“Y/N.”

“Well Y/N, how about I buy you a drink and we talk about your oh so obvious attraction to me?” he asked with a not-so-innocent grin.

And that was that. Same old story, boy meets girl, boy and girl talk, boy and girl hook up, and that’s the end of it. However, when I received a phone call a few days later from this musician asking if I wanted to come to one of his gigs and “talk” again afterwards, I was shocked yet delighted.

Overtime, it became a regular occurance for me to hook up with Roger. There started to be days where we would just talk (real talking, get your minds out of the gutter) and I realized I genuinely liked spending time with Roger. I slowly became closer with both Roger and his band mates. It was kind of a friends with benefits situation, Rog and I could go from talking about his new ridiculous fashion statement to whispering dirty things in each other’s ears in 5 seconds flat. I knew he was sleeping with other girls and I was with other guys, but neither of us seemed to care. When their band blew up he even insisted on me touring with them.

Of course I agreed. How could I go months without Freddie’s dramatic stories, or Deaky’s sarcasm, or Brian and Roger’s frequent ridiculous arguments? Plus he claimed he would miss me too much to leave me at home.

The average day on tour began with a hangover from the night before. It was always a tossup who’s room I would end up sleeping in, or if I would even end up in one of the guy’s rooms. I would then go through the process of possibly having to get rid of any male “friends” I had aquired the night before and then making myself presentable for the day. Next, sound check (which I always sat in on), lunch break, pre-show preparation, concert, party, repeat.

I had grown to have a small crush on Rog, but my want for a relationship with him was overshadowed by the fact that he most likely did not reciprocate those feelings. Even though I knew this very tiny, minuscule crush would go away, it still killed me every time I saw Roger talking to, flirting with, breathing near another girl. The normal jealously things, right?

I’m not saying Roger and I didn’t still mess around, but he still got as many other girls into bed as possible. I knew I was his favorite, that’s why he dragged me to recording studios, events, tours, etc as often as possible. However, unlike the other girls I got the almighty privilege of being able to hang out with the band whenever I wanted because contrary to the media’s beliefs, I was not just Roger’s plaything.

A few years passed and I still hadn’t gotten rid of my crush on Roger. I tried to ignore it but it kept reappearing. I was able to find temporary distractions, but my mind always went back to the drummer. I thought I would be able to repress my feelings. Little did I know that I wouldn’t be able to hide my emotions forever. Problems always seem to arise at the worst possible moments and boy was I about to be drowning in a sea of complications, all because of my dumb feelings for the unattainable.

Why Harry didn’t die in the forbidden forest:

So since Harry was the master of the elder wand, resurrection stone AND invisibility cloak, is that the real reason why he cheated death in the forest? As he was the master of death/ the deathly hallows he was able to survive? I could be totally wrong but this could be just another small reason as well as the main one that we all know?

Any thoughts? Has this already been said?