Lazywriter

"you scared you'll lose" roger smiled. "what? no, I- I just cant be bothered playing" you shrugged. "c'mon!" roger stomped his foot "one game, look how nice it is outside, you've been reading your stupid book all day anyway". you looked up at him and something in you couldn't say no. "fine".

"have you played before" roger asked handing you a racket. "uh once or twice...more of a soccer fan sorry" you said squinting your eyes from the blazing sun. "don't worry its super easy, just hold the racket and swing" he smiled while swinging his racket flimsily. he then ran over to the other side of the court. "okay, I'm gonna hit it to you just try to hit it back!" he yelled out bouncing the ball. "OK!!" you yelled back griping the tennis racket.

roger hit it up in the air. it was heading towards you. you panicked and didn't know what to do, your reflexes told you to quickly jump out the way and scream. "what did you do that for?!" roger called out laughing. "it was gonna hit me!" you shouted.

roger put his hands on his knees laughing. "why are you laughing!!?? I nearly got my eye sight swiped by a tennis ball!" you shook your head. he jogged over to you. "look, the ball will not hit you if you hit it, the racket is your shield" he reassured putting an arm on your shoulder.

you took a deep breath as he went over to his side of the court. "ready?" he called out. you nodded your head and took a step back. roger hit the ball in the air, it started flying towards you. 'hit it hit it hit it' your voice in your head repeated. you closed your eyes and swung the racket. you had your eyes closed for about 5 seconds before opening. "did I hit it?" you scratched your head looking around. "uh, not really" roger chuckled "don't worry you'll hit it eventually" roger huffed putting a hand on his hip.

*about 22 try's later*

the gardeners- their a new band and I really like their music but i cant find any of the members on social media, I'm just gonna have to wait for them to release more music.

summary- you work with queens producers, but you and roger cant stand each other and just really hate each other. one day your in the studio listening to music when roger walks in, you and roger then begin to bond a bit. *unedited*

this isn't smutty or anything, I think its just like a cute bonding moment between y/n and roger.

"move!" you shouted for the third time at roger who was in your way. '"calm down! I'm moving alright! Jesus could you be anymore inpatient" roger shouted back as he dramatically jumped out of your way.

"roger, having to work with you is like working with a 5 year old, trust me, I'm always patient with you" you said walking backwards to face him before beginning to walk out the studios door. "yea yea whatever" roger scoffed as he looked down at some photographs.

queen at the moment was recording killer queen, at first you didn't really like it, but the more the boys worked on it the better it became. as you were sorting through some random keyboards someone practically dragged you towards them. it was Freddie. "come on! I'm pretty sure we just got the perfect take of killer queen!!" he squealed dragging you into a room.

he began to play the recording to you. and it was perfect. no doubt. "woah....Freddie- I- that's- incredible? I- I don't know what to say..." you stuttered shocked by the unbelievably good song. "haha, don't say anything darling!! I know its perfect!!" he laughed smiling.

"haha, your right fred" you said smiling back "anyway, where are the others..". "oh I'm pretty sure they all just left for home" Freddie shrugged "and, saying that, I probably should too..wanna ride?" Freddie said and he got up. "oh no thanks, ill probably clean up a bit here, this place doesn't clean its self, ill see you tomorrow!" you smiled. "well, okay, bye bye!!" Freddie waved closing the door behind him.

you began to clean up for a bit, making sure there wasn't any trash around. after walking around picking up about 3 dozen coffee cups you huffed and sat back down on the couch. you turned your head to see the records. "oo, don't mind if I do.." you chuckled walking over to them. looking through the records you found some good ones. then you found your favorite. the Beatles- magical mystery tour. "oh yes!" you cheered picking it up.

you placed it on the record player, and began to listen. as you were listening to your absolute favorite on the album, I am the walrus, someone walked in. "ayy, whos playing that" roger walked in with a big grin "oh you..." his grin faded into a confused and disgusted face.

"what are you doing here?" you questioned. "what? am i not allowed to be here?" he questioned back. "no just- Freddie said you all went home" you rolled your eyes and began to just listen to the music again. "I was just out playing some tennis, thought id get some exercise". "didn't ask" you smiled.

"so..you like this song?" he raised an eyebrow putting a hand on his hip. "yes. Its one of my favorite songs" you nodded. "hm, at least there's one good quality about you". roger smirked. "hm?" you glared at him. "your music taste, I mean".

he sat down next to you, acting more friendly then usual, it was creeping you out. "why are you acting so weird...stop it" you shook your head and chuckled. "like what?" he cocked his head. "um nice?" you answered.

"huh, well, I'm not sure, anyway, what's your favorite part of this song?" he questioned. "haha, uh, you know the part where its like, 'mister city policeman sitting, pretty little policemen in a row" you thought singing it out. "yea! I love that part too!!" roger chuckled.

that's pretty much how the rest of the 5 hours you and roger spent with each other were. turns out, even though you both hated each other, you both loved the same music. you both sat on the floor looking through records and playing music. anytime there was a sad or soft song you and roger would sit there quietly. anytime there was a loud or fun song you and roger would dance around like a bunch of monkey's, just jumping around the place.

"hahahaha, you- you know what we should- play- next" roger huffed out of breath from jumping around to 'back in the U.S.S.R' "what" you huffed your face all red". "oh shit" you laughed in remembrance before roger could say anything. "what?" roger chuckled. "its super late, I should be getting back home now". "do you really have to go?" roger leaned his head back. "sadly yes" you laughed.

summary- you and roger get into an argument but you guys make up like 20 minutes later🤭🙄💅

swearing, light smut, mentions of alcohol. [ I have no idea why I'm adding these, just makes the fanfic look more ✨professional✨]

"okay see you tomorrow!! love you!!" you yelled out to your bestfriend Chelsie as you stepped in the door of you and rogers apartment. "finally" your heard a groan, it was roger "I've been waiting for you all night". you turned on the light to see him slouched on the couch with a bottle of vodka in his hand. "your drunk" you sighed.

"maybe" he chuckled "where were you?". "I was out at that new nightclub that opened" you smiled thinking back on it. "with who?" he questioned his words becoming more intrigued. "just Chelsie and a few other friends" you said.

"Chelsie? and what other friends" he said turning his head to you. "just...people, I'm not sure, just Chelsie's friends that she kept from high school".

"what? like guys?" he questioned "guys..?" you questioned back. "where there any guys?" he stated. "Jesus rog.." you sighed. he stood up from the couch placing the vodka bottle on the table. "what? don't 'Jesus rog' me" he said mimicking your voice. "your drunk, and I don't wanna argue, go to bed".

"are you cheating on me?" he asked. "what?!, god no!" you frustratingly told him. "don't fucking lie to me y/n, I know your cheating on me!" "no!" you yelled "I know your fucking other guys y/n" roger shouted. "how-? what- why? why would I do that huh?" you shouted back. "because your a fucking slut-" roger slurred pointing a finger at you. your heart went cold, how could he? how could he call you that?.

you tried to keep calm, "your drunk roger". "So? being drunk doesn't make me a liar" he groaned. you tried to keep in your tears. "I cant hang out with my friends for one night without being a slut?? I'm cluttered with work, all I want to do is go have fun for one night, but no, I cant have fun" you stated.

"your such an idiot" he muttered. "your the idiot!" you yelled, you took a deep breath "you know what? arguing with you is childish, I'm going to out to get bread because I forgot and then I'm going to bed, sober up or not before I get back....actually I don't care, do what you want"

roger stood there while you walked off out the door. he started to really think about what he had carelessly blurted out, and the guilt in his chest started to hurt. "fuck...I am an idiot".

you walked to the convivence store 7 minutes away, getting bread from the shelf, and walking as slow as possible back to your apartment, trying to escape the awkwardness that would be there when you walked back in.

you walked back in to see roger in the bathroom brushing his teeth. you plopped the bread on the counter stumbling into the bedroom. you took off your party dress and heels and picked out a pair of pajamas. as you were looking around in the messy clothes draws roger walked in. "get out, I'm getting dress" you huffed. "what? I'm not allowed to see you naked now?" he scoffed. "whatever" you muttered throwing on an oversized t-shirt.

"I'm not so drunk anymore" roger told you. "good" you sighed. not one of you making eye contact as you both slid into bed. the tension was killing roger. "I'm sorry" he whispered "I don't think your a slut, I was just jealous". you turned to look at him. "the truth is....im scared of losing you, just the thought of you finding someone better then me terrifies me, I don't think I can live without you"

you looked into his eyes. you were speechless, you had never heard roger say anything like that. since you had no words you just kissed him, running your fingers through his hair. roger grabbed your waist, practically dragging your body over his. his hands travelled your body, reaching over to take your t-shirt off, before he suddenly stopped "oh wait...im not allowed to see you naked anymore, guess were gonna-" he chuckled, you cut him off "oh shut up" you laughed.

you dragged the t-shirt off you continuing to kiss roger. roger cupped your breasts, massaging them, making you moan into his mouth. "where are the condoms?" you smirked. "here" roger said reaching into his drawer.

he hurriedly put it on, you started to slowly sit further on further down on his cock, not trying to muffle your moans at all when you did. "fuck I love it when you moan like that" roger smiled.

you snatched your bag and went to storm away before roger griped your wrist. "wait!, look at me" he said, you slowly turned to face him crossing your arms. "I'm sorry...I would of never done that, its just sometimes violet brings these types of girls over...." roger explained his guilty eyes looking into yours.

you sighed "I- I'm not blaming you its just- when you meet someone you look up to and they think your a hooker, its a bit shocking. I'm just mad- this isn't how I wanted me meeting my favorite band to go".

roger looked down feeling bad. "ill- c'mon, ill make it up to you, I feel bad". "how?" you questioned. "why don't I introduce you to the rest of the band" he smiled as he got up from sitting. "really?!" you chuckled. he nodded his head and you started to follow him.

As he walked to the door where Brian, john and Freddie was in your heart was beating fast. roger turned around once you got to the door. "look, don't be all fangirly, just try and act natural" he said before turning back and placing a hand on the door handle.

Your heart basically skipped a beat when the door was finally open and you saw Freddie mercury himself sipping on what looked to be tea. "ay fred, this is y/n" roger said casually, pointing to you. Freddie smiled "y/n? that's a nice name". "t-thank you" you nervously said. "take a seat" you heard a voice to the left of you. it was Brian. you nodded and sat next to roger.

"try not to be no nervous y/n" roger whispered in you ear. you swallowed hard and nodded. "would you like a coffee or something" Brian asked. "ah, no, thank you, I've already had 3 I think I should stop" you chuckled. "this is my 12th...I think" john laughed who was sitting next to Brian blowing the steam away from his coffee.

as Brian, roger, john and Freddie all made small talk and talked about music roger put his arm around you. As weird as it may be you felt sort of safe, his arm around you, his finger tips touching your arm.

"so y/n, how do you know roger?" Freddie asked. you knew what they probably though, that you were a hooker or stripper. "oh- well I'm not a stripper or a hooker if that's what you want to know" you smirked. Brian, john and Freddie laughed taken back by your response. "well, that's the first girl roger has brought to us that's not a stripper or a hooker" john laughed. roger put his head down in embarrassment.

"no uh- she's my sisters friend" roger nodded and secretly winked at you. "yes- uh-" you nodded playing along. "ah, how have we never met before?" Brian asked. "well- me and his sister-" "Claire" roger coughed. "me and Claire were pen pals, I'm always moving around so we don't see each other in real life..much" you said trying to hold in your laugh. "yes" roger said, trying to hold in his laugh with his hand around his mouth.

"move around? like cities?" Freddie asked. "yes and no" roger said. "I- I lived in.....Italy for a couple of years" you smiled "oh and we cant forget when you moved to japan 2 years ago" roger chuckled rubbing your arm. "oh wow, why do you move around so much?" Brian asked.

"her parents are astronauts" roger blurted out. you couldn't hold in your laughter, you put your head down trying to laugh quietly. "are- are you ok" john asked thinking you were crying. you looked up at roger his face all red wanting to burst with laughter.

you regained your self and put your head back up. "yes, uh, my parents are studying the moon or- yes" you said. roger let out a chuckle too. john, Brian and Freddie were all confused. "what's so funny?" Brian asked. as straight as Brian said that you and roger both bursted with laughter, you both laughed so much you couldn't breath. "fucking astronauts" you hysterically laughed. "I- cant- breath" roger held onto his stomach.

john, Brian and Freddie all looked at each other confused, trying to figure out what was so funny. after you and roger stopped laughing they all furrowed their brows at you. "what's funny" john said.

hey! so I'm so so sorry I haven't written a fanfic in 11 days. I've decided to write this one, it may not be amazing, but its what I can do for now till I have more time!!

You were ecstatic that your friend brought you queens studio. you met violet a week ago. you had met in a bar and got to talking. she was more mature then you and had been around, you were only 21 while she was 29.

you both walked into the front of the studio. Roger sat at a table, a cigarette hanging between his fingers near an ash tray while he was staring at a magazine.

"oh my god....is that the drummer?" you gasped in excitement kind of jumping and giggling. "yes, that's roger" she sighed nonchalantly. "anyway I'm gonna go, 5 minutes, stay here" she pointed a finger at you and walked away leaving you alone. "wait...no- you cant just leave me here!" you shouted as she walked away.

shouting out to violet caught rogers attention. you saw his confused and disturbed face as he lifted his head up from his magazine. he looked at you in confusion cocking his head to the side. "hi" you raised your hand. you stood there awkwardly as he looked you up and down.

"hey" he sighed leaning back in his seat. you smiled which he did not return. "you can come sit here if you want" he nodded his head over to the seat next to him.

you walked over and sat down. you were nervous as fuck! you didn't know what to say, you had to remind yourself to breath. "are you violets friend?" he questioned crossing his legs. "uh yea" you smiled and put your head down.

"hm, so are you a fan?"

"oh yea, your music is awesome!" you shook your head yes. he smirked at you. 'thank you". he moved a bit closer to you. "so would you like a drink?". "oh- I don't drink"

"ah, gotcha" he nodded.

he then moved closer to you. "so, do you wanna go somewhere more private?" he raised an eyebrow. you furrowed your brows at him. "huh?"

"well...shouldn't we go somewhere more private?" he chuckled like it was the obvious thing to do. "why...anyway violet will be back any second". he chuckled even more. "hard to get..hm".

"what? what do you mean 'hard to get'" you exclaimed. he furrowed his brows but smiled. "c'mon enough with the games" he grabbed your hand and stood up. you forcefully pushed his hand away.

"what games?".

"your- wait- your not a....."

"a hooker? god no!" you shouted.

"oh- oh my god! I'm so sorry, I just thought..."

"Jesus no, I'm just a fan" you shook her head.

This wonderful fanfic idea was requested by @missbohemianqueen [sorry if it seems rushed or if there is any mistakes!]

So far the whole month has been a range of excitement for you. Just last week you and Roger had gotten engaged, him proposing in a fancy restaurant, and just after that you got offered a new job position. 

Everything seemed to be perfect but one thing, you and Roger seemed to have no alone time. He would be recording queens albums, doing music videos and you would be at work. 

You sat in your office swirling around in your wheely chair with a pen dangling in your mouth. “Hello ms.y/l/n” your boss's voice bombed suddenly

You jumped a little and quickly straightened up your posture,taking the pen out of your mouth and rolling to move to your desk which you were far away from.

“How may I help you?” you said trying to sound as professional as possible. Your boss rolled his eyes “you're allowed to leave early today” he stated. Your eyebrows furrowed and you got worried “your- your cutting my hours?”.

“No” he tutted “there's an event, im sending everyone home early”. You sighed in relief nodding your head. 

You walked out of your work building holding your bag while your white heels made a loud and sharp click clack sound along the street. 

You walked over to your car rummaging for your keys. Normally you leave work at 5 and it was only 1. 

You scratched the top of your head wondering what to do, that's when the perfect idea popped into your head.

"Why not go over to the music video queen is recording”. You smiled and started your car. 

You walked out of your car into the filming studio. As straight as you walked in you saw a bunch of people. Some holding cameras, doing lighting, doing makeup, setting tables up, really just a bunch of stressed people running around. 

You stood there confused since no one looked familiar. As you started to turn on your heel trying to find someone you did know a random guy started walking up to you waving from far away. 

The random guy was wearing a newsboy hat, a long coat, and looked dirty. You didn't get a good look at him and instantly started to power walk away awkwardly putting your head down. He caught up to you, placing his hand on your shoulder. You turned around, whipping your shoulder out of his hand “hello?” you asked, but your confused face slipped away and turned into a smile. It was roger.  

“It's just me,” he laughed. “Oh- i didn't even recognize you” you mumbled embarrassingly. 

“Why are you- dressed- like…that” you cocked your head to the side looking him up and down. 

“I'm playing a homeless person….what? You don't like it?” he grinned. You shook your head “they put dust all over your face!”. “It's not permanent,” Roger laughed assuredly. 

You followed Roger to a table behind the filming crew that was full of drinks and food. Deacy and brian were there picking at the food, and Freddie was chugging water. “y/ns here!” Roger called out. “Oh what a nice surprise!” Freddie cheered, coming over to hug you. 

You hugged him back and chuckled. You saw brian and deacy come up to you too, “hello y/n” deacy smiled with food still in his mouth, and brian gave you a small hug “did you get off of work early” he questioned. You nodded “there was an event. 

“AY ENOUGH CHIT CHAT” the director called out “BRIAN AND JOHN CMON” the director waved his hands to signal John and brian over. They both rolled their eyes finishing off their drinks before shuffling away. “Well, I should be off now,” Freddie huffed. “Noooo stay” you frowned. “y/n as much as I wish, I don't have any scenes left and frankly my throat hurts like a bitch, I should get some rest- I'll be back later and we can all get some drinks' ' ' he smiled, hugging you goodbye.

After, Roger grabbed your wrist slightly signalling you to follow him. You walked behind him as he led you into the room with all the props. “You guys have a lot of props” you chuckled looking around.

“Shh, we aren't allowed to be back here” he whispered with a smirk. “Then why are we here-” you whispered before you were cut off by roger jumping back hiding behind a wall. 

You both laughed trying to hide away from the crew. “Ok coast is clear '' you said peeking behind the wall.

You both ran into a corner with furniture props. You propped yourself on top of a desk and Roger hummed, sliding his hands to your waist. As his smug face got closer to yours He started to kiss you slowly as you flicked off his hat so your hands could grab at his hair. 

The kiss got more passionate and aggressive as he started to unbutton your shirt. “Wait” you laughed, pulling back. “Won't they hear?”. “Not if you can control your moaning” he teased leaning back into the kiss.

He eventually got your t-shirt off by throwing it to the side, unclipping your bra in the process. Roger let his hands roam your upper body as he laid small kisses along your collarbone. You wrapped your hands around his back trying to get closer before you frustratingly threw his coat off him. You hurryingly slid your skirt and underwear off making roger grin with satisfaction as he pulled his pants down to his ankles. He wrapped his hand around your stomach roughly pulling you closer to him. 

He gently let his fingertips feel your clit before he lined himself up to fuck you. “You okay?” he questioned seeing the worried look on your face. “Yea, just- what if we get caught” you sighed. “Would you like to stop?” he looked at you with his sincere blue eyes. You shook your head reassuring him. 

He slowly began to enter you, you bit hard down on your lower lip trying to be quiet. Once he thrusted into you, you gasped loudly putting a hand over your mouth. Roger rubbed his hand on the side of your waist “shh, don't want anyone to hear you” he whispered. You nodded as he thrusted into you again this time harder. Your whole body is filled with chivers and an intense feeling to scream his name. “Fuck roger, this- fuck” you moaned as quiet as you could.

“I know, I know, just try to be as quiet as you can” he cooed, running his fingers through your hair. 

Everytime he thrusted in you making you lose sense of reality all you could do was grasp his skin and pull at his hair.

As you breathed heavily into his neck you felt your body getting closer and closer to reaching your orgasm. “Keep- going” your shaking voice trembled. He went faster and faster, his hands pulling you closer to him, you tugged at his hair as you gasped from your release. 

“Fuck- y/n- jesus” Roger groaned quietly  following his release. You both stayed close to each other, trying to regain your strength. 

“I love you,” Roger whispered, placing hair behind your ear. You looked into his eyes seeing his toothy smile. “I love you too”.

He flung back in the chair. You glided your hands along his thighs and looked up at him. He smiled down at you looking at you lustfully. You softly grabbed his cock as you gently placed your wet lips on his tip. As soon as your lips and his cock made contact he flung his head back in satisfaction. “Fuck y/n” he groaned running his fingers through your hair as you made your way further down him. 

He placed his hands on your upper arms now and then harshly squeezing in pleasure.

you glided your mouth down and up, letting his cock touch the back of your throat, having tears build up in your eyes. “Oh- fuck” roger trembled as you used your wet tongue to do a circle motion on his tip. 

“Seems you're the one who's the incoherent mess” you seductively whispered. “Dont tease y/n” Roger moaned in frustration. 

He smiled in delight as you continued. 

You put your mouth back on his throbbing cock, going at a fast pace. “Jesus y/n” he practically whined. You looked at him through your lashes seeing his head swing back, his jaw in your view. 

“Oh fuck- fuck- keep going y/n” he groaned bucking his hips to the back of your throat. It caught you a bit off guard and you gagged loudly. “Fuck roger” you mummbled. He then finished in your mouth, closing his eyes in pleasure as he did. 

“Why did you do that?” you complained to him. “Huh” he breathed sweat falling from his forehead. “Why did you just buck your hips like that, it hurt my throat” you groaned standing up. “Oh- i didn't realise- im sorry” he sincerely said walking over to you. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, rubbing your back. 

“Yeah, just caught me off guard and hurt a bit” you sighed picking up a bottle of water.

As Roger rubbed your back as you gulped some water there was a knock at the door. 

“Hello?” Roger asked, annoyingly questioned. “Were gonna go get drinks, you coming?” John called out. 

Roger focused on you and without any hesitation called out back “no! Its ok, I'm busy”