#borhap!roger x reader

Down below you’ll find little blurbs and situations that we chose, all Christmas themed in one way or another. We wanted to put a spin on the whole prompts-list and instead of letting you decide what we write we’ll let you chose WHO we write about.

We each chose 3 “situational prompts” that we’re gonna write full lenght imagines for and 3 sentences that are gonna become smaller blurbs.

From now until November 30th, you can send us messages and let us know who you want us to write about. Whoever gets the most votes by the end of that wins. On december 1st you’ll all get to know the end results and a schedule of who posts when. 

@mattysheelies writes for Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington & Jason Scott 

@staticscreenwriting​ writes for Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Borhap!Roger Taylor (and if any of Y’all want me to write about my one true love Jess Mariano I wouldn’t say no to that either)

Check out the plots down below and message let us know who you want to see in our stories.

Situational prompts:

Co-parenting Christmas (Staticscreenwriting)

Fake Dating (Staticscreenwriting)

Snowed in together (Staticscreenwriting)

Exes reuniting during Christmastime (Mattysheelies)

Lonely people finding comfort in each other  (Mattysheelies)

2 People who hate each other spending X-mas together  (Mattysheelies)

Short Blurbs:

Ah yes, the age-old tradition of an obese old man dressed in a red suit - breaking into your house. (Staticscreenwriting)

I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas.  (Staticscreenwriting)

Christmas is just another day. What’s the big deal?  (Staticscreenwriting)

If a mistletoe appears in my 1 meter vicinity I'll burn it.  (Mattysheelies)

Are you coming to the christmas party.  (Mattysheelies)

“Have I already told you how hot you look in this skirt?” he suddenly changed the topic as his hands moved back to your tights. “Rog” you tried to stop him as you already knew what he had in mind, and your thoughts were confirmed as his lips started to leave wet kisses on your neck. “Rog, we’re in the university lab, anyone could walk in at any moment.” “Do you see someone?” he asks with an ironic tone as his finger started to unbutton your blouse. “Only boring people come here to spend their time.” His lips were travelling down your now naked torso. “Still they could come now” You bit your lower lip closing your eyes and running your hand through his hair. “Boring people now are attending other classes” He was down on his knees, his lips on your tights and you tilted your head back, Roger smirked at your reaction. “We both know you want this as much as I do, Penny” and his head disappeared in your skirt.

You were on your way back home to your house, riding through Truro’s street with your bike when the bike chain decided to fall off, cursing you got off from the saddle and sat on the ground trying to figure out how to fix it. After five minutes of cursing, someone approached you “Do you need help with that?” you lift your gaze up and your heart stopped, it was Roger Taylor. He was sixteen just like you and went to the same school as yours, but life was always a bitch and he was in a different class. It wasn’t necessary to say that every girl in the school had a crush on him, even the older ones. “I-I yes...I don’t know how to fix this damn thing” you stuttered, the young boy chuckled and kneeled down and you moved to let him the space to work. “We go to the same school, don’t we?” he asked as he focused on the chain. “Hmh” you simply replied as your eyes focused on his hands. “Here you are, all fixed” he said getting up and rubbing his hands trying to get the chain grass away. “Nice record” he said nodding toward The Who vinyl in your bike basket. “Yeah, I just got it at the record shop.” You replied putting your hands in your skinny jeans pocket. “The one down the street? That’s the coolest one.” “It’s actually my dad’s shop.” “No way.” His eyes widened. “I always go there, how come I never saw you in the shop?” “Because I’m always on the back listening to the new records.” “Makes sense” he chuckled “I’m Roger by the way.” He reached his hand out but seeing how dirty it was he quickly took it away. “I’m Penny” you smiled at him. “Penny? Is that your real name?” He asked at the unusual name. “No” you shook your head chuckling. “I’m (Y/N), but almost everyone calls me by my nickname, Penny.” “How come that nickname?” the boy giggled. "Find a penny, pick it up, and all the day you'll have good luck." You simply answered, just as if it was the most obvious thing, but you got a frown as an answer “I still don’t get it.”  “When I was four my dad took me with him to see a football match and his team won. He then took me another time and they won again so he started to think I was his good luck charm. That’s how the name Penny was born” Roger laughed looking at you. “Well, let’s hope that you’ll bring luck also to me and I will be able to see you at the record shop next time I’ll come around.” “You see me every day at school” you bit your lip. “Then I guess you have no other solution than coming out on a date with me.”

You have to bite hard on your lip as you feel Roger’s fingers on your clothed centre. “Already so wet” he wanted to sound sexy but you couldn’t help but laugh “What’s so funny?” he asked as his head popped out from your skirt. “Nothing, just get back down there” you grinned as your hand went back through his hair pushing him gently back down. “Someone is impatient here” he smirked as he took your knickers off and his head disappeared once again between your legs, once you felt his tongue on your wet folds you had to put your hand over your mouth to keep your moans quiet.

“Happy anniversary love” a seventeen years old Roger looked down at you. Your naked bodies tangled together on your small one sized bed “Are you implying that this was your anniversary present?” you frowned as your fingerprints drew some circles on his chest. “What? This was an amazing shag, aren’t you happy with your present?” he grinned not taking away his gaze from you. You pretended to be offended and slapped softly his chest “Hey, hey calm down lady” Roger chuckled as he got up from the bed earning a whine from you “I thought you wanted your present” a big smile appeared on your lips “You really got me a present?” “Which kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” he said as he looked for his trousers, you sat on the bed covering your naked breast with the bed sheet and bit your lip while looking at Roger’s naked figure walking around your room. “Here it is” he walked back to the bed giving you a small package. You took it smiling widely and, as you started to unwrap it, Roger sat behind you laying his chin on your shoulder. Once you took all the paper off you found a black box which once you opened revealed a necklace with a circular pendant with yours and Roger’s name initials engraved on it. “Do you like it?” You nodded “I love it” you could feel his smile against your bare skin “May I?” he asked and you let him take the necklace, your hands went to your hair holding them in a ponytail as your boyfriend put the jewel around your neck. “You know” Roger said as you were cuddled, his hand running up and down your back as your head laid on his chest, your eyes looked up at his breathtaking blue ones. “I found a new meaning to Penny” “Did you?” you chuckled and he nodded proudly “A Penny for your thoughts.” “That makes no sense Rog” you had to hold a laugh. “It does indeed. Because you are what I always think about”

Your grip on the edge of the desk became tighter, your knuckles were almost white as you could feel you were getting closer to your climax. And as you were on the edge the door swung open. “Hey Rog” you immediately recognized the voice and even if your back was facing the door your hands went to your blouse quickly covering your exposed chest. “Fuck Brian!” You almost screamed. “Sorry, sorry… I didn’t mean” he started to stutter seeing the scene in front of him. “Shouldn’t you fucking knock?” you asked, still not facing him as you were buttoning up your blouse. “It’s a lab, I didn’t expect to find this scene in front of me.” He was right. “Is Roger somewhere there?” he asked not being able to see the drummer. “I’m down here mate” your boyfriend said as his head left your skirt and he stood up and smirked at Brian once he saw him. God, did that man had any decency? “Roger, we have to go and listen to the guy. Did you forgot?” “No, I was just a little busy here, but I would have shown up, don’t worry dad.” Roger chuckled while looking at Brian. “Come on lover boy, get yourself in an acceptable look, I’ll be waiting outside in the car.” The guitarist told him while looking at his uncombed hair by your hands. Once Brian left the room and closed the door you jumped down from the desk pushing down your skirt. “I’ll go back home then” you said kneeling down to pick up your panties that laid on the floor but before you could reach them Roger stole them from you and put them in his pocket. “Oh no lady, you are coming with me.” You groaned reaching for his pocket and taking your knickers. “Come on, I’m a mess.” You pouted at him as you put back your underwear and when you looked up he was smirking “A hot mess though” you closed your eyes as his lips left a kiss on your forehead. “Why can’t I wait for you at our flat so that when you come back home you can continue what you left unfinished?”

“I mean, do you see yourself still living here in ten years? Because I don’t. I don’t want to end up working in my dad’s record shop while dreaming about being a photographer” you watched the small rock you just threw on the river making some hops on the water surface. “Your dad’s shop is cool” Roger said nonchalantly, you turned around and he was laid on the blanket while smoking, his hand supported his head as he was looking at you. “Come on Rog” you groaned as you walked to him and laid on the cover by his side. “Are you really saying that you would find cool working at my dad’s shop for the rest of your life?” He smiled softly putting a lock of your hair behind your ear. “You know how much I want to leave this place, I’m not made for small towns, I have to make it big.” He chuckled blowing out some smoke, “I don’t know” you said reaching for the cigarette packet. “It’s just” you stopped as you lite up the cigarette that was between your lips. “It’s just that we are at our last year of high school, we should do something about our future and  sometimes I feel like I will be stuck here forever.” You were looking up at the sky, thinking of what your life would be if you’d stay in Truro. “Then let’s go away” Roger’s voice took you away from your thoughts and made you looked up at him. He was now sat up and his eyes never left yours. “Let’s go to London, let’s go study there. You will study to become a photographer and I, I think I will study to become a dentist, my parents keep saying it’s a good job.” He shrugged and you smiled as you sat up too, his arm around your waist pulling you to straddle his lap so you could face him. “Let’s go there, let’s move in together in London.” Words failed to come up from your mouth so you just nodded as tears were starting to form in your eyes. Roger kissed you as his hands laid on both sides of your neck and your hands found their way through his hair “We’re going to live together” you mumbled against his lips “We are” he confirmed smiling.

“Hey Freddie” you greeted as you got into Brian’s car. “Hey Penny” he looked at you with a smirk on his lips, making you understand he knew exactly what you were doing in the lab, of course, Brian had talked. “How’s Mary?” you asked while looking for your compact mirror and your lipstick in your bag. “She’s good, she had to work today so she couldn’t come to the rehearsals. “Well, we could swing by later” Rog said grinning, you knew about the guys going to Biba just to check the girls, that didn’t make you jealous, yes, he was your boyfriend but neither of you were blind, you also checked hot guys with your friends. Still, that comment made him earn a light punch on his stomach “Is someone jealous here?” he laughed looking at you, you shook your head as you started to fix your red lipstick while looking at yourself in the small mirror you were holding in your other hand. That’s when you felt a hand moving up to your tight, smirking you looked at Roger with the corner of your eye, he was grinning as his hand moved dangerously to the hem of your skirt. “Hey you two, not in my car” Brian warned you looking at you through the rearview mirror, both you and Roger chuckled as the drummer put his hand down to your knee and you blew a kiss to Brian who shook his head and tried to hide a grin. He was the person you were more close to in the band, you met him when Roger auditioned for Smile and by everyone’s surprise, you almost immediately became close friends. It wasn’t hard for you to understand why people found your friendship unusual, he was always so calm, polite, he knew always how to behave in any situation and he was a nerd for astrophysics, while you, well, you were a feminine version of Roger. “So, me and Roger met the guy at the disco a few days ago. His name’s John and he seems pretty shy, so behave. Okay Freddie?” he asked looking at the singer who nodded while getting off from the car. “Roger? Penny?” “Hey!” you sounded almost offended “I’m always nice with people. Talk to Mr Taylor here, who likes to make comments about people teeth.” You chuckled taking all your stuff while joining the other members. “You can be pretty mean too.” Roger argued. “Only with people that annoy me, I still don’t know this guy. Maybe I will like him, I mean, he’s a bassist, they say they’re pretty good with their hands.” You grinned looking at Roger who rolled his eyes as the other two guys chuckled. “Well,” the blonde said wrapping his arm around your waist so you could get closer to him and he could whisper in your ear. “Drummers are better at banging.” He smirked and slapped your bum as you got into the building. “You must be John.” Freddie said walking toward the guy who was sat by the door of a classroom. “It’s me” he nodded pulling his hand out so Fred could shake it. “Well, I’m Freddie, you already met Brian and Roger.” The guys nodded to him. “And she’s Penny, she’s Queen’s first groupie” Freddie smiled looking at you. “I’m (Y/N)” You said greeting him. “Penny is my surname, you can decide which name you like more” you chuckled. “And I’m not a groupie, I’m Roger’s girlfriend.” “You come to every concert and you shag him after each of them. That makes you a groupie” Freddie declared putting his arms on his hips. “And I take him back to our home after every concert. That makes me his girlfriend.” “Can we please stop arguing about our roles and listen to John, please?” Brian asked almost exhausted by your squabbles. You sat down on the couch between Roger and Freddie, your fingers tapped against your tight while listening to John playing. There was a feeling inside you that made you think that they finally may have found their final bassist, there was something in him, the way he talked and how he behaved that made you believe he could be a perfect fit between the three of them. You could already imagine Rog, Fred and Bri arguing about a song and then John would have jumped in and clear the air.

“What do you mean you’re ‘not going to make it’?” Mary asked seriously. The cat in your lap jumped away as you sat up abruptly. “‘Not going to make it’? But it’s Christmas!”

You and Mary were huddled by the phone in her apartment for your routine post-show phone call. The boys had been touring for the past two months. And they had said, no, promised, that they would be back in time for Christmas.

Mary let out a heavy sigh and you got up to pour yourself more tea. You couldn’t trust yourself to do much else when you were this frustrated. One of the other cats trotted after you.

“Yeah, I understand,” She muttered. Mary’s fingers scratched at her forehead and she ran a hand down her face. “You’ll at least make it for New Year’s, right?”

You put some of the cookies the two of you had baked earlier on a plate and carried your mug of hot tea back to your spot on the couch. You held out the plate of cookies to her and she plucked up a chocolate chip cookie with a nod of ‘thanks.’ The two of you simultaneously bit into the pastries and slumped against the couch cushions. Another cat sat attentively watching you eat the cookie.

“Freddie,” Mary groaned. “It’s the holidays. You deserve a break as much as they do.”

You broke off a crumb of the cookie without chocolate and gave it to the cat sitting next to you. The two others immediately hopped up after it, now begging you for some as well when they had previously been indifferent to your existence.

“I know it’s important to you, love,” Mary switched the phone from one ear to the other. “I could care less about the money. But you know what I do care about?... Yes, you!”

Mary listened in silence for about a minute, mumbled out a ‘love you, too,’ and handed over the phone to you. You scooted yourself over, cats moving in tow as Mary moved on the other end. She gnawed at her thumb nail.

You weren’t entirely sure what Roger was going to tell you that you didn’t already know. He had missed your last birthday. He was going to miss Christmas. And he was going to miss New Year's too.

“Hello,” you began. You picked at the polish on your finger, just wanting to hear his voice.

“Hello, beautiful,” Roger’s voice answered. “I miss you.”

Normally you would have smiled or joked around in response. That was how your relationship worked. But you were too upset to do that right now.

“I miss you too.” You answered. “How was your show?”

“Good.” He chirped. “Wanna know the bra count?”

“Sure,” you laughed but it felt empty. Roger and you made a habit of keeping track of how many bras get thrown onstage during the show.

“6! It's a new record!” Roger joked cheerfully.

You hummed in response trying to sound equally as excited. But Roger knew better. He always did.

“I can hear the frown on your face. What’s the matter?”

“Just that we’re not going to spend the holidays together like you said we would.” You curled your arms and legs into your torso. The 1 of the 3 cats had since given up on the cookie. One of the remaining stood on its hind legs and pressed its front paws on your bicep.

Your boyfriend let out a sigh over the other side of the line. “You heard?”

“Well, I’m with Mary. Yeah, I heard.” You explained.

You heard rustling. “I would have liked to tell you myself.”

“A little late for that, huh?” You chuckled humorlessly. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes.

You were proud of Roger, honestly. You really were. This was his dream and he was succeeding and you were so happy for him. You hated when he was gone this long though. And it’s not that you didn’t trust him because, by God, you did. You just missed him so much.

“I really don’t know what to say or what to tell you, Y/n,” Roger confessed. You looked over to Mary who had let a few silent tears fall as she stared at the currently off telly. You made eye contact with her as one of your own tears rolled down your cheek.

“That you’ll come home somehow.” Your voice broke and you coughed to cover it. “Please.”

“Y/n...”

“Yeah,” you said, and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. “I know, Roger.”

“I’m really sorry.”

No, you aren’t, you thought. But you held your tongue and swallowed back the words, not wanting to cause a fight. You knew he was sorry but you were bitter.

“Yeah, I know.” You answered dejectedly.

“I’ll-”

“Make it up to me, yeah,” you looked over to Mary again as you rubbed at your eye with you jumper sleeve. She crawled over to you and you let her lean against you. You were grateful for the contact.

“Well, I’ve got to go,” he breathed. He always had to go. You nodded in response well aware that he couldn’t see it.

You sniffled. “I love you, Rog. So very much.”

“I love you too, Y/n. So very much.” He matched the cadence of your voice. A chuckle bubbled it’s way through your lungs. “Bye, beautiful.”

“Bye,” you whispered. The line went dead and you set the phone back on the stand.

You and Mary sat together, emotionally drained, slouched on the couch. The both of you suddenly were without the loves of your lives for the holidays.

“So,” you breathed shakily. You let a few more tears fall. “You got any plans for Christmas?” Mary laughed dryly. “Or New Year’s?” She shot back. “Seriously I’ve got no plans! Not anymore anyways…” You trailed off.

“We can do Christmas at yours and New Year’s here,” she suggested with a shrug.

You nodded absentmindedly. That would be fun, you supposed. “Sounds good by me.”

“Want to sleep over tonight?” Mary asked as she sat up and faced you.

“Sure,” you replied. “As long as I buy breakfast tomorrow morning, my treat.”

“You have yourself a deal.”

The holidays went as planned with Mary. You spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with her at your flat, watching Christmas movies and exchanging presents. Mary even brought over her presents from Freddie and her family and opened them at your flat. Having someone else there was so much better than the solitude you had become used to.

It was all well and good until you realized that Roger’s presents were going to remain under the tree for quite a bit. He called you in the afternoon to wish you a Happy Christmas and to apologize again. After Mary left, you spent the rest of the day drinking wine and crying. You couldn’t even bring yourself to take down any of the decorations.

Nearly a week passed and Mary got sick with the flu, leaving you to celebrate New Year’s eve alone. You had tried to help her, but she insisted that she could manage and didn’t want to risk getting you sick. (She deadbolted her front door and wouldn’t let you in when you dropped by with soup.)

Because you had nothing else to do, nowhere to go, and zero desire to be out on a night like this, you did chores and cooked for a good majority of the day. After cleaning the bedroom, guest bedroom, and bathroom, you moved onto slow-roasting vegetables for your dinner. You were not looking forward to ringing in the New Year on your own.

You laid on your bed, bored out of your mind. What did people do when they had this much time to kill? Staring at the ceiling you let your legs hang off of the edge and your thoughts wander.

You hated sleeping in this damn bed. It was too big and too soft and too cold except when Roger was there in it too. But now you were starting to get used to sleeping in it alone, and that was the problem. You didn’t want to get used to it.

When Roger was here, the bed was small and you could touch him. When Roger was here, the bed didn’t need to be soft because you slept right up against him, almost on top of him. When Roger was here, the bed was too hot and you would kick the covers onto the floor and still be wrapped in his arms because him making you overheat while you tried to sleep was better than having no one there at all.

You cried yourself into a dreamless nap and stirred awake to the sound of your front door opening. You rubbed your puffy eyes.

Someone else was in your flat.

Sitting bolt upright, you came to your senses and instinctively reached to grab the flashlight, kept on your nightstand at Roger’s insistence.

“Y/n?” A voice called.

You knew that voice. But that couldn’t be right. You let the flashlight fall back to the nightstand with a clatter.

“Y/n! I’m home.” You clambered and scrambled off of the bed in your half-awake daze. Roger.

You sprinted down the hallway, not caring about how many walls you stumbled into. You had to be imagining this.

You rounded the corner and beheld your boyfriend shutting the front door behind him and setting down his bags next to the coat rack. You were so overwhelmed with the situation that you couldn’t help the expression of love that left your mouth.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Roger blinked at you in confusion. “‘Welcome home’ would suffice,” he teased warmly.

The reality of him being home finally hit you and you ran full force at your boyfriend. You wrapped him your arms and legs around him and he held you tightly, like he didn’t intend on letting go for a while. For real.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you whispered. You loosened your arms but didn’t let go of him nor did he let go of you. You remained suspended in his embrace. Roger’s pretty blue eyes looked back into yours and you weren’t dreaming. “But really… what are you doing here?”

Instead of answering you, Roger attacked your lips with his and walked the two of you to the couch where you sat straddling his lap. For a blissful minute, that was all you did. You kissed him, attempting to make up for all the time you had lost when he was away. And you had a LOT of catching up to do.

Eventually you pulled away much to the dismay of Roger. Your fingertips brushed his fluffy blonde hair out of his face, still seated in his lap. You pecked a kiss to Roger’s nose.

“So…” you prompted for the third time. Roger leaned forward to kiss you again but you put your pointer finger up to halt his lips. “I’m not complaining. And we can bloody well finish this later but no more until I get an explanation.”

“I can’t surprise my loving girlfriend?” He asked with that cheeky grin that he wore oh-so well. You raised your eyebrows at him and he ran his fingers idly up and down the outsides of your legs. “Freddie worked his magic and got us free time. Except for a few weekend gigs, I’m all yours until the end of January.”

You gasped in excitement. “Are you serious?!”

Roger laughed in response. “Of course, darling.”

You squealed and kissed him again, over the moon that Roger was going to be home for a while. Especially since he wouldn’t be missing New Year’s Eve like he said he would. You looked at the gifts under the tree and then back at Roger.

“You’re opening your Christmas presents next year,” you teased through his affections.

He rolled his eyes and continued kissing you. “You can just say tomorrow. That’s when you’re opening yours.”

“‘Next year’ is so much more fun though!” You exclaimed. Roger pulled back to take a breather.

“You are so beautiful.” He mused quietly. You smiled at him. “I love you so much.”

“As much as you love that car?” You couldn't help yourself. You were in too good of a mood.

Roger tickled your sides in retaliation. “Even more. Want me to prove it?” Roger challenged leaning you forward over the edge of the couch. You tightened your grip around his shoulders.

“You don’t have it in you,” you squinted your eyes back at him in faux-competition.

“We’ll see about that.”

In one swift movement, he maneuvered you off his lap and over his shoulder. Roger laughed at your noise of surprise and carried you to your bedroom.

Oh, you couldn't wait to catch up.

After quite a bit of… um, quality time together, the two of you finished prepping the dinner you had started before Roger came home. Thank goodness you had planned to make enough to have leftovers so there was a serving for him too.

You spent your evening with a certain blonde drummer never more than 4 feet away from you. When you began to plate the dinner, Roger wrapped his arms around your waist, rested his head on your shoulder, and swayed gently to an idle tune. And when you waited for the countdown, your boyfriend and you sat leaning forward on the couch excitedly waiting for midnight.

His arm was wrapped around your waist and his hand rested on your hip. 5, 4, 3, 2…

“Happy New Year!” You and Roger cheered at the same time. You turned to face him with your arms thrown up to the ceiling as you danced in place.

Roger grabbed you by the waist and pulled you toward him gently. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and smiled through it.

“Happy New Year, Roger,” you muttered through the kiss. Roger was not relenting. Even as you leaned back to pull away, he dipped you low to the ground. You fell to the ground with a thud and laughed when Roger cursed and fell on top of you.

“Got a little overzealous there, huh?” You asked.

“Yeah,” Roger breathed and twirled a piece of your hair around his finger. “And I’m going to do it again.”

Your giggles echoed through the living room.

You woke up when the sunlight tickled your lashes, peeking through the thin blinds you had haphazardly closed the night before. Your hand instinctively reached to rub your face and your nails scraped at the dry inner corners of your eyes.

It took you a moment to register that Roger had laid his head on the middle of your chest. His light hair was spread around his head and onto your arm chaotically like a wreath. You watched his side slowly rise and fall as he continued to slumber peacefully. His long lashes almost brushed his cheeks and Roger’s lips were slightly pursed and parted from sleeping on his side.

He looked beautiful. If you moved, you would wake him. One of his arms was tucked against his chest under his chin and the other was reached across your torso with his hand snugly settled in the underside of your waist, securely locking you in place. Ever so slowly you craned your neck forward, brushed a featherlight kiss onto the top of his head and leaned back to where you had been laying. Your fingertips rubbed the soft ends of his blonde hair between your fingers as if you weren’t quite sure he was really here.

Within a few seconds, Roger took in a deep breath and stirred awake. He stretched out the arm that was wrapped around your waist.

“Good morning,” you greeted groggily. Roger’s mouth immediately turned to a smile and he turned his head to look at you.

“Good morning to you too,” he responded, his voice raspy and thick with sleep. He unrolled himself from his position and laid on his side to face you. You mirrored him.

“Are you ready to open your presents?” You asked gently.

“There’s only one I want to open right now,” he smoothly hummed. Roger moved to kiss you and you turned your head away to dodge it. He dropped his jaw, offended at your movement.

“We both have morning breath, Rog,” you explained, resting your hand on his cheek. “Let’s get a little cleaned up and then we can continue this, yeah?”

Eventually the two of you made it to the living room and you divvied up the Christmas presents between you and him between long swigs of freshly brewed coffee. Roger’s pile was fairly heft  due to the fact that he hadn’t been able to open them on the day he was supposed to. Having Roger home was gift enough for you though. When the space underneath the tree was empty, save for the tree skirt, he began to open them.

Roger tore open his presents. Among a jumper from his mother, a handful of socks from his sister, and a new set of drumsticks from his dad, Roger proceeded then to open the gifts from you.

The first one he opened was a box of matchbox cars with heart eyes individually hand-drawn on the windshields courtesy of you. The second one he opened was a nice pair of boots that he had been eyeing the last time the two of you went out before he left for his latest round of performances. The third and final gift you got him was a picture book with heartfelt captions that you made of the last few years you had been together. That one may have made him tear up a little bit.

Roger stood from his spot on the floor and encased you in a tight hug from your spot on the couch. “Y/n,” he whispered, “I love you so very much. Thank you for everything.” He landed a sweet kiss on your forehead then your nose, your cheek and finally your lips.

“You’re so very welcome.” You answered. Roger had been more than affectionate lately not that you were complaining.

“I have something for you too. Don’t think I forgot,” he explained. You knew he wouldn’t ever forget you; he made sure that you knew that. Roger picked the red envelope that he had placed the previous evening up off of the coffee table and handed you it. Your name was scrawled messily on the front in his handwriting. “I’m sorry I could only get you one thing.”

You worked on gently ripping open the flap of the envelope. “Roger, it doesn’t matter what you get me. I just need you.” You put your hand on his cheek and your boyfriend kissed the inside of your wrist.

“That was ridiculously corny,” he muttered, “but you’re cute so I’ll let it pass.”

You rolled your eyes as you finally unstuck the envelope flap and opened the card. It read:

‘Y/n Dearest,

I’m trying to get better at this sappy stuff. The band is convinced that the most romantic thing I’ve ever written up to this point is, well… it rhymes with “I’m in Love with my Star.” But I’m going to try anyways to top it.’

You chuckled and bumped his shoulder with yours. “I’m seriously concerned with your infatuation with automobiles.”

“Oh, just keep reading,” Roger pushed.

‘I love you. So very much. And I hate being away from you for so long when I was made to be at your side. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for missing your birthday and Christmas. For all the times you’ve been there for me, I should have been and should still be there for you. And for that I am sorry.’

“Aw, you don’t need to be sorry,” you corrected softly. “I’m proud of you. And I’m happy that you’re seeing the benefits of your hard work.”

“You’re lovely,” he whispered. “But keep on reading.”

‘As for your gift, consider this a voucher for a puppy or kitten of your choosing. If you’re going to need something to keep you company, it might as well be a friend with fluffy hair other than yours truly.

Yours truly ; )

Roger xx’

You looked up from the card in shock. You were getting a pet. Oh my God… You were getting a pet!

“I’m getting a puppy?!” You yelled excitedly. Roger laughed amusedly at your mirth.

“Or a kitten… your choice,” he answered. His eyes crinkled as he smiled at you.

“Roger, this is the best gift ever,” you pulled him close to you and began to kiss him. That’s all the two of you seemed to do since he had gotten back. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” Roger responded.

You cocked your head. “For what?”

His body turned around and he looked at you, he stayed silent for a few seconds and then asked “What did you tell me before running away at Freddie’s party?” You didn’t reply, you were so afraid of saying those words. Roger stepped closer to you and held both of your hands intertwining his fingers with yours. “What did you tell me (Y/N)?” He asked one more time. “That you knew what you had to do if you wanted me back.” You said hesitant, nervous about what he would reply. “And if I’m here it means that I took my decision, that I knew what I had to do.” And then reality, panic hit you. It was all your fault. You broke his family, you told him to leave his wife, he broke a marriage because of you, because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut and stay away from him. You were a homewrecker, the title that you always wanted to avoid now fit on you perfectly and you couldn’t shake that away from you. You deserved to be called in that way because you were one. “Roger you-” your voice almost broke “you can’t, you didn’t have to.” “What are you saying” he frowned looking at you and kneeling down a bit so that he could be at your same height level. “It was all my fault.” A tear ran down your cheek. “I broke your family, I asked you to divorce from your wife.” “What? No” he shook his head laying his hands on your arms. “I always told you that our marriage wasn’t going well in the last year, that it was basically over.” “But you broke up with your wife because of what I said.” Roger cupped your cheeks with his hands lifted lightly your face to make you look at him. “That’s not true at all” his thumb wiped away your tear. “That night at Freddie’s party we already decided to divorce, we already had the papers at home, we just had to sign them. It was already over. It wasn’t what you said that made me put my name on those documents. It was what me and Dominique wanted and needed.” “But-” “No but, it was my decision. You don’t have anything to do with it.” “Actually I do Roger. If we didn’t meet a year ago you probably would still be with your wife.” “We don’t know how things would have turned out if I didn’t meet you. But I did and it happened and I don’t care whether it was at the right time or not, what’s important is that I want to stay with you and now I’m free to do it. “But Rog-” “Stop overthinking.” He whispered laying his forehead against yours “Do you want a life with me as much as I want to?” You nodded looking at him. “Then let’s start living it now.” And with that, he broke the distance that there were between the two of you, his lips found yours in a kiss which was filled with love and freedom because both of you knew that now you were free to love in the way you always wanted, that you didn’t have to run away, you didn’t have to hide anymore. Roger wrapped his arm around your waist and with a swift move he lifted you up making you wrap your legs around his waist. Stumbling he made his way in your bedroom, neither of you dared to break the kiss, only when he laid you on the bed he pulled away. His hands laid on both side of your head as he supported himself while hovering you. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he murmurs “You’re so beautiful” almost as he still couldn’t believe that you were there with him. Your hands lingered on his neck pulling him back down to kiss him again “You’re not bad either” you mumbled against his lips and a smile formed on both of your mouths. You took your time, you wanted to savour the moment that you have waited so long to happen, Roger was finally yours and you could tell that he had your same intentions when he slowly made the straps of your dress fall from your shoulders kissing every inch of your skin. You closed your eyes, it was like his kisses could burn every spot he pecked and it was a blissful sensation. His lips didn’t stop drawing lines of kisses on your now naked body as your fingers traced undefined figures down his bare back. And it was when your fingers laid by the end of his back that Roger slid inside you, sounds of pleasure coming out from both your mouth, your head tilted back on your pillow as for the first time you didn’t feel guilty for what you were doing because Roger now was only yours. After a few thrusts, Roger stopped moving earning a concerned look from you. “I want to feel you closer” he panted holding your hips and making you switch position so now you wear on top. Never losing his grip he sat up laying his back against the headboard so now you were sat on his lap, your chest against his and his arms running up and down your back. You lifted lightly your body so that Roger could align again with your entrance and then you moved your hips down starting to make love again. Your lips met again and you mumbled “I love you” in the middle of the kiss as your fingers ran through his hair. When Roger wrapped his arm tightly around your waist and you could feel his thrust going deeper and slower you could say that he was close and you were too. Laying your forehead against his you held him close to you, you didn’t need to say anything, you could understand each other only by a gaze. And that’s when both of you came undone at the unison. Roger’s head was laying on your chest while you were playing with his hair, it was silence, the only noise was caused by your heavy breathes. “You won’t leave this time, right?” Roger broke the quiet, his eyes were looking at you when you tilted your head down to see him. “It’s my place, I can’t leave” you chuckled softly making Roger smile. “I meant in general, you won’t leave again, will you?” his hand reached yours making your fingers intertwine “Because my heart won’t be able to take it. I need you more than ever and I need you in my life. I need to know that whenever I will come home I will be able to find you, that every night I’ll go to bed with you and when I wake up in the morning you will be still sleeping in my arms. Because I love looking at you sleeping and seeing that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you are dreaming about something, I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.” Your eyes started to get watery at his confession, your free hands went up to his cheek as you stroked it with your thumb. “My heart is yours (Y/N), and you will always have it.” His lips kissed your hand making you smile while you quickly wiped away a tear that fell down your cheek. “I promise that I won’t ever leave you again, because I know that if I leave my life won’t be the same without you. I had a taste of it and I hated it. I don’t care how hard it will be, you complete me Roger. And I am and will always be yours.” “Promise?” he left your hand he was holding over your chest and made you intertwine only your pinkies. His eyes never left yours and they were telling you how much he loved you, how much he was ready to stay with you and fight for your relationship against anyone and anything. You smiled widely as you kissed him as your pinkie still held his one. “I promise.”

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*******flashback******** “You know, getting this stall may have been the best idea you have ever had” you joked looking around to the clothes that Freddie accurately set. You were at the end of your first year of uni and you were struggling to get at the end of the month. Both you and Roger had to study for university by day and then by night you worked in a pub and Rog went around playing with his band to earn some money, but all that was becoming too much. That’s when a friend of his, Freddie, told him that he opened a stall in Kensington and it wasn’t too bad as gain, he managed to pay his bills and rent and that’s what you needed. Rog would still play with Smile at night and during the afternoon you both would have worked at the stall while in the meantime you still managed to study for your classes. “Penny, if you keep taking home clothes for free then we would earn nothing because we will remain with no clothes at all.” Freddie said looking at you. “But come on, this fur is made for me.” You replied pouting as you watched at your reflection in the mirror. “I’m sure that Rog agrees.” You grinned looking at your boyfriend “At least, that what he told me yesterday when I was wearing his.” you both chuckled thinking about the previous night when you decided to try one of his fur coat wearing only your lingerie underneath it. It was unnecessary to say that Roger couldn’t keep his hands for himself and that’s how you learned that he loved it and you turned that on one of your habits. “God, I don’t even want to know.” Freddie rolled his eyes. “Still, if you want that coat, you have to pay for it.” “Oh my God, okay…” you said taking it off from you “your majesty” you then mocked looking at Freddie.

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“I’m just saying that I’m on the same page of Rog” Freddie stated as he sat next to the register. “Well, did Mr drummer here told you that we are looking for a new flat?” “He did, but I don’t get what that should mean.” “It means that we need money, Freddie. Rents cost a fortune in London and we can’t afford it only with our jobs and without the stall.” That comment made Roger roll his eyes once more. “I told you that we will find a way-”  “Roger” you stopped him harshly. “I don’t want to find myself in the same situation we were on our first year of uni and I don’t want to keep this conversation here.” And just as you finished the sentence someone walked in the stall, you turned around smiling but as you saw who the client was your smile disappeared. It was Betty and you couldn’t stand her at all, she was one year younger than you and Roger and studied Biology when you were at the university. That’s where she saw Rog for the first time, then she started to show up to Smile concerts, then to Queen and of course, when she found out that Roger had a stall in Kensington she would have come there at least three times a week. Anyone who knew even a little Roger knew that he was in a long term relationship with you, but Betty didn’t seem to care, she took any chance she had to flirt with him even if he never flirted back in all those years. “Hi Roger!” she basically squealed and completely ignoring you and Freddie. “Well, hi Betty” you said with a pissed tone and Fred chuckled enjoying the scene that was about to happen. “Oh, hi” she quickly looked at you and then turned back to Roger. “I’ll look around for any new stuff that you have.” “I don’t think that there will be many different clothes from the ones we had two days ago.” You told not letting Roger speak. Betty gave you a small fake smile and started to look through the clothes, you watched carefully what she picked. A dress, a crop top, a skirt and of course a fur, she was so predictable. She always acted in that way, she chose clothes that cover the least skin they could and then asked for Roger’s opinion. You always tried to act more mature than her and let all that go but that was just too much, you already were pissed by the little discussion you had before with your boyfriend and now her, you were all too pissed for that. That’s why you decided to play her own game, while she was looking through the clothes you sat on the desk and reached out for Roger who moved closer and stood between your legs. “I like this new shirt” you said as your hands started to play with the collar “Fits good on you” your finger travelled on his necklace and then hooked on one of them bringing him closer so you could whisper in his ear “I wonder how it would fit on me, do you think it would fit me better than your fur coat?” you could see him biting his lip but before he could say anything a voice, her voice, coming from the changing room interrupted you. “Roger, could you come to help me with the zip of the dress please?” Was she being serious? Roger looked at you not knowing what to actually do, you sighed getting off from the desk and walked to the changing room. As she saw you Betty frowned “The rules are that boys can’t get in while girls are changing and the same for girls with boys” you explained faking a smile as you zipped the dress. “Here you are, everything’s closed.” You walked back to Rog who was hiding an entertained smile “Someone’s jealous?” he whispered so that Betty couldn’t hear “You know” you kissed him “Maybe closing the stall isn’t such a bad idea” you joked as your lips didn’t leave his ones. “So Roger, what do you think about this dress?” Betty asked as she walked out, you felt Rog’s head tilting his head lightly but you put your hands on his cheeks avoiding him to look at her. “You” your lips met his again “you look good” he mumbled even though he wasn’t looking at her. “Freddie, we closed the shop yesterday” The blonde said looking over your shoulder. “It’s your turn now” and with that, he lifted you up laughing as you squealed wrapping your arms around his neck. “You two, where do you think you’re going?” Freddie asked almost annoyed. “I’m taking this jealous lady at home, our shift has officially finished” “And who says that?”  “The boss just said it” you replied chuckling. “Kinky” the drummer joked looking at you and walked out leaving Freddie alone with Betty.

Roger was humming all the drive back to your flat, one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, you couldn’t help but smile widely at his behaviour. Once the car was parked and you both got off your feet were lifted from the ground as Roger picked you up back in his arms “Are you really thinking about making three flights of stairs carrying me?” You chuckled. “Are you really questioning my abilities?” h ereplied in a cocky tone. But you were right, when you reached your door Roger was panting. You didn’t let him catch his breath though, as soon as you opened the door you kissed him pulling him inside by the collar of his shirt. It didn’t take you long to walk to the bed and pushing Roger lightly so that he could sit on it and you straddled his lap. Your fingers started to work on his shirt and unbuttoning the first buttons as your lips kissed the skin of his neck, when he stopped you holding your hands. “Wait” he said still panting “Wait a second” he laid his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he tried to make his breath regular again. “About the discussion we had before-” “For the stall? Really Rog, we can talk about it later” your fingers started to work again on his buttons but once again he stopped you. “(Y/N), for once in your life, please listen to me” a grin formed on his lips as he looked up at you. “I’m sorry if I sounded moody before, it’s just that I really can’t stand the fact that everything is going well with the band but we still can’t make enough money to close the stall. I want to buy a new fucking flat and not having to worry about not making it to the end of the month. I don’t want to make you work two different jobs ‘cause your boyfriend is trying to be a rockstar-” “Rog” you stopped him cupping his cheeks “I don’t care. I don’t care if we still live in this small flat. I don’t care if our bed is still an old mattress, I don’t care if in the morning I have to go to my shitty boss who makes me take shitty and boring photos that no one will look at and then late in the afternoon I switch to my hot boss who works in a hipster Kensington stall and all his clients flirt with him. I don’t care if after coming back home we sit down on the couch and looks at the bills and try to understand where we have to put our saving. Because at the end of the day I will be falling asleep next to the most amazing man in the world whom I love more than anyone in this planet, and that’s what I care about.” His hands laid over yours as his thumbs stroked them softly. “It’s just” he sighed looking down but you lifted his chin making him look back at you. “It’s that I have been promising you that I will be this famous rockstar who will give you an amazing life for nine years and nothing has changed.”  “That isn’t true, look at us, we moved in together, we had our degrees and you have a new band which is going well, as you said just a few minutes ago. You have been working hard for nine years and you won’t let anything blow away Mr Taylor.” “But Freddie already has this new flat with Mary and he even bought her a pretty nice engagement ring and it just makes me so angry that I can’t give you the same things.” “I don’t need a ring to remind me every day that you love me. I think that putting up with me for nine years is enough proof because I know that sometimes I can be a bitch” you laughed softly earning the same reaction from Roger. “So don’t ever doubt that all of this isn’t enough for me. Of course, I hope that things will get better for us but until that all of this, all of you, is what I will ever need.”

*******flashback******** Your back was against the headboard of your bed as Roger was positioned between your legs, you were breathing heavily with your eyes closed. He came to your house and you were in your room watching a movie which then transformed in a heavy makeout session with Roger’s hand buried under your skirt. It wasn’t the first time it happened, you were now dating for three months and, already after the first week, it happened when you went on a date at the cinema, after he had a small gig with his band at a local pub, at the park, in his room etc, etc… But it never got any far, you knew that Roger had done that with other girls before you but never went after the “second base”. That meant he was still a virgin and so were you. That day your father was working at the record shop and wouldn't have been back home before dinner time, so you knew that you and Roger had the whole afternoon for you two. You climbed on his lap and started to kiss him deeply, his hands found your hips but when you started to unbutton his shirt they went up stopping your fingers “Wait” he whispered against your lips “What- what are you doing?”  “I want to make love to you” you whispered back in his ear. You could feel him gulp and his hands trembled a little. “Penny, we...we don’t have to do this if you-” “I want to” you replied leaning back so that you could face him. “Do-do you want to?” “Yes.” he said almost immediately, just as if it was the most obvious thing. “But if you don’t feel ready we can wait. There is no pressure at all.”  “I’m sure about it” your eyes reassured Roger who with a smile started to slowly unbutton your yellow floral dress. “You are so beautiful” he whispered once you were completely undressed, it was the first time that both of you saw the other one without any clothing item on. You bit your lip looking at him. “I can say the same thing about you.” As he looked for the condom in his wallet you could feel a small knot forming in your stomach, you were nervous, who wouldn’t be after all? Questions started to compose in your mind, and Roger could sense that. “(Y/N)” he called you by your name only when he was about to say something really serious. “I’m not doing this just cause I want to have fun, not just ‘cause I want to get over with that.” He smiled caressing softly your cheek. “I’m doing this because I care about you, because I love you. I don’t want you to think that this will be a fling and that I will go away whenever I will get bored. Because I already know that I will never get bored of you, and I want to stay with you as long as you want to, even forever if that’s what you want.” And those words magically made all your nervousness and doubts magically disappeared. And at that moment you understood that Roger Taylor was like your medicine, a remedy against all your sadness and anxiety in life. ******************

You were both laid in bed covered by the bed sheet, your head laid on Roger’s shoulder while he was cuddling you. When the phone rang you groaned softly not wanting to break up that moment but Rog got up not caring of putting any clothes on him. “Hello?” he asked as he picked up. “You’re not joking, are you?” a big smile appeared on his face and it looked like he could start to jump around the room from any moment. “God Brian, this is it.” You kept looking at him from your bed wondering what Brian could have told him to make him so happy. “Yes, yes, we’ll be out in a half an hour” You didn’t even need to ask him what the call was about when Roger hanged up “Get dressed, we’re going to celebrate” he said climbing to the bed and making you sit on his lap. “Our manager booked us a tour of America for the next month.” You smiled widely and immediately kissed him running your hands through his hair. “This is huge.” You were proud and happy but then another emotion hit you suddenly and you felt the worst girlfriend ever when you understood what it was, you were afraid. Besides your father and your brother, Roger was the only other person to stay by your side for such a long time and that would have been the first time that he would have left to go overseas. Yes, he had already been on tour, but it had been around the United Kingdom and you could always jump on a train and go meet him on weekends when you didn’t have to work. This time you wouldn’t be able to pay him a visit whenever you wanted. After your mother left your family when you were only five years old, it became hard for you to let people be part of your life. You were always afraid of letting yourself close to a person and then watch them leave you just like she did. But all changed when you met Roger, he suddenly made disappear that fear and you let him walk in your life easier than you had ever let anyone else.  He was able to fill that hole that your mother left in your heart and he made you feel safe. That, though, made you grew an attachment to him and hardly you would spend more than two weeks without him because you would feel too alone. You were just so afraid that you would have lost him.

*******flashback******** It was late at night, almost three in the morning, when your father walked into your room. You were sleeping, Roger had a gig that night and told you that he wouldn’t have been back sooner than midnight so it would have been better if you would have seen each other the following day at school. “Penny” your dad shook your shoulder softly. “Penny” he called again trying to wake you up. You stroked your sleepy eyes as the sound of the rain and the wind from the storm kept hitting your window “What?” you mumbled still not opening your eyes. “Darling-” you could feel him sit on the bed next to you as his hand grabbed yours. “Roger’s mom just called me, he was coming back from the concert and he was driving the band’s van when he had an accident.” And in that exact second, you could feel your world collapse under your feet, your lungs stopped working and your eyes filled with tears. “W-where is him?”  “He’s still not home, the police just called his mother.” “The police? I-is him okay? Is it serious?”  “I don’t know love, they said it was pretty serious.” “I-I need to go to him” you said getting up from your bed and looking for some clothes as tears ran clouded your sight. “Penny, it’s dangerous, there’s a storm outside.” “I don’t care” you almost screamed. “He just had an accident and I have to go to him, he-he might be serious” a sob escaped from your lips. “I need to see him.” The whole car drive to the accident place was filled with the sounds of your tears and your dad trying to reassure you. As soon as the car stopped you jumped out of the car and ran toward the van who was laid upside down by the side of the street. “Miss, you can’t stay here” a cop blocked you. “My boyfriend is here, let me go.” You said pushing the man away and walking closer to where the accident happened, and that’s when you saw him. Roger was sat up against a tree as a doctor was checking him. “Roger” your voice broke as you ran toward him and kneeled down next to him, you wanted to hold him as close as possible but you knew that he might have been some broken bones and would have been in a lot of pain. After that night he went through a lot of trouble more mentally than physically. He wasn’t able to fall asleep without having horrible nightmares, almost every night you could hear him knocking on your bedroom window. You would get up from your bed and after opening, he would step in “I couldn’t sleep.” “Come here” you would just say while laying back again on your bed. He would cry in your arms blaming himself for what happened but you reassured him that it wasn’t his fault and that anything would have turned up fine for him and the rest of the band. He would cuddle on you and you would talk about anything that happened during the day while playing with his hair, you would talk about music, about new records, about new bands and singers, about anything that would keep his mind away from that car accident.  And that’s how he realised that he couldn’t live without you, how you became the medicine that could ease all his pain. ******************

“Everything’s fine?” Roger asked looking at you as he put a lock of your hair behind your ear. You nodded smiling softly, your finger traced the line of his jaw. “I’m happy for you.” “We will tour America” a huge smile on his lips and the look in his eyes was the same one that a kid has after they told him he would get his favourite toy. “Yes, you will.” But you didn’t sound just as excited as he was. Taglist: IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST PLEASE SEND ME AN ASK. ANY COMMENT OR DM WON’T BE COUNTED, I’M SORRY BUT IT’S EASIER FOR ME THIS WAY

“Oh don’t be so boring.” Freddie grunted “You know what happens when we finish a tour, we have a party and you-” “And I won’t come” you stopped him before he could finish the sentence. “Are you planning on spending the rest of your life closed in your flat?”  “No, I’m just planning on not going to places where I’m sure I will find Roger.” “You can’t avoid him for the rest of your life.”  “Watch me.” You replied challenging him. “Roger will be with Dominique and my house has enough rooms to not make you see Roger for the whole night. You just have to stay away from the bar.” “Sounds like fun” You joked giggling as your fingers started to play with the rope of the phone. “You will order me all your drinks and I will bring them to you.” “Freddie” you sighed “The rest of the guys will be with their wives too, it makes no sense to be there to me. I would feel like I’m intruding.” “You won’t be intruding, I’m the host of the party and I want you there.” You remained quiet wondering if it would actually be a good idea to go to that party. “Please come” Freddie kept saying in a higher tone trying to sound cute.

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You were already regretting your decision as you put one foot in the hall of Freddie’s mansion, thoughts of what could happen started to run in your mind and the only solution at that moment was to go back to your place. But as you turned around to walk away a voice stopped you “Where do you think you’re going?” You sighed cursing at his awful timing. “Hey Freddie” “Don’t you ever think to leave this party before the house will be completely empty” He smiled at you embracing your figure in a tight hug. “It’s nice to see you.” You smiled back and thanked him as he immediately offered you a champagne glass. “I can say the same.” He sat down on a couch making some space for you. “Well, you look better than I thought.” “Thank you I guess?” You chuckled sipping the champagne. “Did you expect me to show up with bags under my eyes, messy hair and all mourning?” “No, it’s just that after that you left Roger that morning-” “It was a month ago Freddie, I’m good now, I don’t want to spend all my time crying over myself.” “I’m happy to hear that.” Freddie gave you a sincere smile before standing up and disappearing to talk with other guests. What wasn’t sincere, though, was what you told him. You weren’t coping well with your break up from Roger. Seeing him again one month ago only made things worst, the thought that after leaving him he still couldn’t go on with his family life and kept thinking about you was hunting you. You only wanted to go back to him, you wanted to have him but at the same time you had made your decision and you couldn’t, you wouldn’t change your mind. However, as you were talking to one of your colleagues who happened to be there between the hundreds of people at the party, you couldn’t stop thinking about what Freddie told you, you just have to stay away from the bar. It was an easy task, but your heart started to beat faster at the thought that if you walked to the other room you would have seen him. And maybe Roger wouldn’t even look at you being too busy talking with his wife, but you didn’t care, you just needed to see him. And for the first time, for the only time you really didn’t have to, you decided to listen to your stupid heart, you decided to get up from the couch and walk towards the bar. As your heels walked inside the other room your heart stopped. He was there, sat on an armchair and talking with Brian, and as by some kind of magical string that kept you two tied he felt your presence in the room and when he lifted up his gaze it met yours. For a second you forgot how to breathe. For the second time that night you wanted to run back home but you didn’t want to make that so obvious that you walked there just to see him. So you looked away pretending to ignore him and walked to the bar. “May I have a glass of wine please?” you asked the bartender who nodded smiling at you. Your back was facing the guys as you were waiting for your glass, you sat on a stool not caring about what was happening around you.  “Where’s your rider at?” you froze at his voice, he was standing there, right next to you and when you turned to your left you could see him staring at you. His eyes met with yours again and you could definitely see that he was tipsy. “I’m alone” you replied trying to sound indifferent. “Like I was when I woke up in that hotel room.” “You said you would have let me go after that night” You turned around looking back at your glass as you started to play with it, trying to focus your tension somewhere else.  “You told me you would have let me say goodbye to you. You didn’t let me do it that night, you dissapeared.” “I thought that what we did was enough as a goodbye” You couldn’t bare looking at him, you knew you would break right there. “Nothing would ever be enough” His voice sounded like he was fighting to hold back his tears. “I think I will never be able to let you go.” “You have to.” “I can’t let you go. Please-” he almost whispered “Please don’t disappear again.”  He got closer to you laying his forehead against your temple, your body got tensed up and you scanned around the room making sure that nobody was looking at you. “I’m going crazy without you.”  You wanted to hold him, to cuddle him and reassure him that everything was going to be fine, your muscles were trembling from holding back and you wanted to kiss him right there, but you had to be strong. “She can see us Roger.” You said talking about Dominique. “She won’t, she can’t see us from there.” You could feel tears forming in your eyes from all the frustration “I can’t do this Roger.” You bit your lip looking at him with your watery eyes and got off from the stool walking away before you would break down in the middle of a party. “Wait” he held your hand stopping you before you could walk away. “You can’t just leave like that again.” “I won’t have this conversation here in front of all these people.” You dried the tears that started to fall from your cheeks with the back of your hands. Roger started to look around, scanning the area and then took again your hand leading you inside a room. Once he turned on the light you could see you were inside a bathroom and Roger locked the door behind him. “Rog” you sighed only wanted to go away. “Stop it, you need to go home.” “You are my home (Y/N), can’t you understand it?” he looked at you and you could see that tears were falling down from his eyes too. “I’m lost without you, I’m not the same person anymore. I need you to keep going on, nothing makes sense without you.” “Roger-” “Please, please tell me what I have to do to have you back in my life.” He was begging you. “You know what you have to do.” And with that, with your heart broken, you walked past him leaving the party.

******* You haven’t left your home for three days after the most horrible Freddie’s party you have ever been at. However you couldn’t blame it on him, he told you what to do to avoid a catastrophe but you decided to listen to your stupid heart. You were watching the umpteenth stupid love movie again when your bell rang “One second” you said as you turned off the television. A second rang. “I’m coming.” You almost yelled walking to the hall. “Fred” You said while opening the door, “I told you on the phone that you didn’t need to come here-” but it wasn’t Freddie the other person who was standing in front of you. It was Roger, and he had a suitcase with him.

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He wanted to show you that he could still make you happy, that he still loved you more than anyone else. He took you to places he knew you loved, he took you to nice picnics in the park.   “So you do know how to cook” you chuckled as you sat down on the blanket. “I actually got some takeaway” Roger chuckled and played with your hair as you laid your head on his legs. “Sorry about that.” “It’s fine, better than starving or getting killed by your cooking” you joked. And to the studio where he was recording some new songs with the guys. “What do you think about that?” Roger asked as he played the drums. “I like it, but shouldn’t you ask it to your bandmates?” you asked looking at him through your camera before taking a picture. “I think your opinion is more valuable.”  “Don’t say bullshit.” You say as you switched to your video camera and started to make a video of all the boys discussing the new song. And when everyone else left he called you over to his drum set, you sat on his lap and he made you play, both of you laughing for how bad you were. “I love you” he whispered as his lips left some kisses on your neck. “I love you too” you turned around facing him, that was the first time you said that after the breakup, and a heavy weight lifted from your heart. After that, that night the drumkit wasn’t the only thing that Roger banged. He came with you to art galleries. “You know, sometimes I wonder if the artist really wanted to instil some hidden meaning or he just simply felt like painting a landscape and that’s it.” He commented while looking at a painting, his chin rested on your shoulder and his arms around your waist. “Yeah, I guess that most of the time they only wanted to show how amazing the view was and that’s it” you chuckled as your hand reached for his cheek and stroke it softly. You loosened up again, you tried to build again the trust relationship you had with Roger and slowly you managed to do it. Still Roger felt like your relationship wasn’t the same, it didn’t matter how hard he tried, you weren’t the old Roger and Penny anymore. You still didn’t want to move out from your flat, you wanted to wait, to be sure before renting a new place and that made him worry. He was afraid that you didn’t want to move out because you still was doubting your relationship, that you thought you wouldn’t last long enough.  He needed your old relationship back and, one day, he knew exactly what he had to do to make you remember who you were and all the good things you had.

“I’m home” you said walking in your flat and taking your shoes off. “I’m here love” Roger’s head popped up from the couch and you couldn’t help but chuckle.  “Hello” you made your way to the couch and bent down to be at his level, you cupped his cheeks and then kissed him “I missed you” you mumbled against his lips. Between your job and Roger being at the studio, you didn’t see each other too much during that week and you found yourself missing him more than you thought you would. You were upset when, some mornings, you would wake up to an empty space next to you in bed. You felt alone when a night Roger couldn’t be at home for dinner and you had to watch tv all alone and didn’t have anyone to talk about your day. With each year passing by you came to learn that Roger was part of every small piece of your daily life and you realise that you were empty without him. For someone, it would have been seen as a lack of personality or as a way too strong attachment to a person. But you knew who you are, Roger didn’t change who you wanted to be, he was just an additional part that made yourself better. “Hard day at work?” he asked once you laid down next to him, your head on his chest as his strong arm was around your shoulders and his fingers played with your locks. “Worst” you replied looking up at him “My boss is an asshole, I can’t stand him anymore.” Your hand slid inside his shirt which had, as usual, its first buttons undone. Your fingertips drew some lines on his skin and then reached his necklaces and started to play with them. “You know, maybe I can ask if you can become Queen’s personal photographer. We always have someone who takes photos of us at any gig and now that we have serious tours and we’re earning good money from our albums I think it’s about time we get a photographer.” “Won’t you get tired of having me always around?” you chuckled “Never.” He smiled looking down at you. For a second you thought about being always with Roger would have meant, what being twenty-four hours per day with him would have been. Even though you have spent years with him you both had your own amount of hours alone and now, if you’d became his photographer you wouldn’t have to spend any time apart. Would that really be a good thing for your relationship? Well, there surely would have been a plus, you could keep an eye on him and his groupie.  “I have a surprise for you” Roger snapped you out from your thoughts. “Do you?” you grinned  “Hmmh” he nodded smiling and from the small table next to the couch he took an envelope and handed it to you. You frowned while sitting up and taking it “Did you write me a letter?”  “Just open it” Roger laughed lightly nodding towards you and encouraging you on opening his present. You slowly did as he told you and once you peeked inside you found two train tickets. Taking them out you read where the destination was “Truro” you almost whispered, a smile appearing on your face. “We haven’t spent time being only the two of us in the recent six months. We always had so much work to do and I thought it would have been nice to spend the weekend away and maybe you would have liked to go back to our old Cornwall” he explained “I’ve already talked with my mom and we can sleep at her house and of course I’ve also talked with your father and we can also stay at his place so you can spend some time with your family. I thought it would have been nicer than staying at some hotel, but if you prefer booking a room just for the two of us I can book it.”  You shook your head still smiling “It’s perfect” You sat on his lap and you kissed him deeply holding him close to you “Thank you Rog.”

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“It’s so nice to finally have you back here” Winifred, Roger’s mother, said as you were sat on the couch drinking some tea with her. “Finally it’s not me who have to travel all the way to London.” She chuckled sipping on her cup. “With Roger being a rockstar we never have so much time to make a visit here.” You explained smiling. “We hardly saw each other this week. But it’s good to finally be back home, even though it’s just for the weekend.” “Have you already seen your father?” “Yes, we paid him a visit and he told me about tonight.” “Oh yes, I hope you don’t mind that I invited him over. I thought it would have been nice to have everyone here for dinner.” “Of course I don’t mind” You said as you put your cup on the coffee table “In this way, I don’t have to run back and forth between my house and yours.” You chuckled. “Are you ladies done with all this gossiping?” Roger asked smiling as he walked into the living room. “Hope you weren’t talking about me.” “Who knows” you joked looking up at him. “Come on” he chuckled offering his hand for you. You smile taking it and get up from the couch. “So, where are we going?” you ask walking to his car. “It's a surprise” Roger smiles still not leaving your hand. When you open the car door you see some blankets on the back seats and a basket with some food. “We’re going to the beach!” You almost yelled for how excited you were. It was yours and Roger favourite place back to when you were teenagers. You always spent time there, after school, when you skipped school, when you wanted to stay alone and escape from anyone else, bringing along some wine and getting drunk. You always did your picnics there, it didn't matter whether it was spring, summer, autumn or winter. Maybe winter was the season you loved the most, you loved taking pictures of Roger as the wind messed with his hair and the tip of his nose became red because of the tip of his nose. His favourite season to go over, though, was summer. Because any time you found an abandoned spot, with no one around, you would just lay there topless and Roger would always snap a picture of you reading a box, staring at the water. And when the evening came closer you would always skinny dip in the water. “So, did order some takeaway?” You joked laying down on the blanket. “Actually I cooked something while you were still sleeping” he smirked and puffed his chest in a funny way “Well, my mom helped but still.” You couldn't help but laugh as you opened your blouse taking it off. You held yourself up on your elbows as you stood there in your bra and shorts, eyes closed facing at the sun. “I missed this place so much.” You mumbled and you felt your boyfriend’s lips tracing a line of kisses down your shoulders. “You're not going to flash me like the old eighteen you would have done?” he giggled against your flesh. “There are kids around” “Bet they've already seen a pair of tits” he bit the strap of your bra. “Not mine and they won’t see it today” you chuckled pushing his head lightly. You closed your eyes again, enjoying the music produced by the waves on the shore when you heard the sound of the click of a camera. “That’s my camera” you chuckled not opening your eyes.  “I know” Roger chuckled “But the sun just hits you in all the right spots and you look so beautiful.” “I think I just got diabetes” you giggled and laid down cuddling in his embrace. “My dad told me to stop by his shop whenever we’ve got time.” You then said as your fingers traced his exposed skin. “He’s got a new box of vinyl for us to take back home in London.” Since you could think, your father had always brought you home vinyl of new bands or new records from famous musicians, anything new that would come in his shop. That’s how you’ve always been updated in music, and when you and Roger moved to London, he didn’t fail to mail you the vinyl every week.

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You were all sat at the table of Roger’s house having dinner, talking about all the new cities you and Rog have visited, about you possibly becoming the band’s new photographer, about what’s the next country you would love to go when your father decided to bring up a topic you thought have already been clarified “So” he started putting some more food in his plate. “You’ve been together for almost ten years.” You nodded and sighed already knowing what he was about to say. “And I still don’t see any ring on your finger.” “Dad.” You hissed “I thought I already told you what I think.” “Penny, you’re not seventeen anymore. You still haven’t changed your mind?” he retorted under the silent gaze of Winifred who didn’t dare to say her opinion. “I didn’t want to get married then I won’t get married now.” You felt Roger’s hand laid on your tight as his thumb slowly stroked it through your jeans. “It’s just a stupid sign on a stupid paper.” *******

“I can’t believe he really asked about that again” you said as kept pacing back and forth in Roger’s old bedroom. “As if he didn’t know that we don’t want to get married. What was he expecting with that remark? For you to get down on your knee just right there?” you groaned putting your hands through your hair. “Are you even listening to me?” You looked at Roger who was searching for God even knows what. He started to look through the blankets you used at the beach, through the box of vinyl, he moved some bags “Found it” he then smiled widely holding a record. “Well, thank you for confirming that you weren’t listening to a single thing I was saying.” “Sorry love” he moved closer and pecked your lips. “But I had to find my last surprise.”  “Another one?” you frowned looking at him. “You could show more enthusiasm” He replied while he walked to the record player. “I hoped your father still had this one and when I found it at the shop today I just couldn’t help but buy it.” He explained while putting the vinyl on and just after that When a Man Loves a Woman by Percy Sledge started to play. Goosebumps started to form on your arms, you remember perfectly the memory linked to that song. It was in 1966, when you and Roger both were seventeen. You were working at your dad’s shop and it was almost closing time when Rog showed up to keep you company. As usual, he was looking through the records when he then walked to the deck and When a Man Loves a Woman echoed around the room. He quickly was by your side and laid his hands on your hips “Dance with me” he whispered in your ear.  “People could walk in” you chuckled trying to pull away but he held you close “No one will” he mumbled and started to slow dance laying his forehead against your temple. “I give you everything I've got, trying to hold on to your precious love, baby please don't treat me bad” he sang along as your arms were wrapped around his neck and your eyes closed, savouring the moment. “Don’t ever break my heart Penny, I love you too much.” And just like eight years ago, now you were dancing to that song, lost in his touch, in the song, in the moment. “I’m not like your mom” Roger said while holding you. “What?” you frowned looking up at him. “I’m not like her, I won’t run away from you.” You look at him not knowing why he was saying those things. “I know why you don’t want to get married. You are afraid of what your mother did and you don’t want that to happen again. But I’m keen on marrying you if you need a proof that I only want you.” “Rog” you sighed softly. “I don’t need you to put a ring on my finger. I thought you already knew it”  “Lately I feel like I should. I don’t know what I should do to prove that it’s always me, I’m still the old Roger. We are not the same anymore, we’re different and I’m scared of losing you” Your fingers playing with his hair, your eyes not leaving his ones. “I can’t tell you that everything will like before, because something changed in our relationship. But we will make through it, it’s us Roger, we went through so many shit in our lives and we will make through this too. I love you and I will never stop, that’s what matters. It doesn’t matter if we’re having a dark time, I will fight for us. Because you are the only person I want in my life.”  That’s when you felt Roger’s lips on yours making you feel all the love he had for you. You held him closer, running your fingers through his blonde locks without breaking the kiss. His hands started to unbutton your sundress as he slowly walked backwards to the end of his bed. And when you were on his lap, when his lips left kisses on your body, when he thrust into you, when your hands held his ones, when his fingertips were pressed against your back tracing invisible lines, when he kept whispering softly how much he loved you; for the first time after all those months you didn’t think about those women he had sex with. When his hands were on your skin he was touching you, when you were making love he was making love to you. After all that time it was finally only the two of you.

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