#roger raylor

m+k follower celebration: Roger as Bart Simpson requested by @is-this-a-queen-of-magic

-> Brian as Lisa Simpson by Mathilde @thislookinyoureyes

Sorry this one was out so late! Bit busy today.

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Everything was bad. It was all bad and awful and terrible and he just wanted it to stop. Roger was a loud person, sure. He yelled sometimes, never in a malicious way, but he yelled. And he was fine with the other three yelling or screaming along with him.

But when it took an angry edge to it, that’s when the problem started.

It was probably silly, he thought as he sat on the floor of the bathroom, that yelling during an argument could do this too him. Steal his breath and make his heart beat as if he’d just run a marathon.

It had just gone back and forth and back and forth until Freddie, ever the fiery tempered Freddie, snapped and yelled at him. It shouldn’t bother him as much as it did. But it did. That’s when it all went to shit and he felt his stomach twisting and turning into something unpleasant. Then of course him being the idiot he was, he yelled back before running off to hide and here he was now.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when there was a soft knock on the door before it creaked open.

“Rog, love?” It was Brian and by the looks of it, John was standing out in the hallway too, but not coming in because frankly the bathroom was barely big enough for one person, let alone three.

“Can I come in?”

He gave a little nod and shuffled aside to let Brian in, watching him kneel down in front of him. “Can you breathe with me, angel? In… out… in… out… like that? Can you breathe with me?”

Roger tried to mimic his breathing, though his were a bit more shallow and certainly shakier, but after a few minutes, he was back to something somewhat normal. He was still shaking like a leaf though, and his stomach felt as if it had been ripped out, twisted into a ball and shoved back in.

“So… shall we go out into the livingroom, then? Out of the bathroom? Not exactly the most comfortable spot.”

“Yeah… yeah, alright.” He let Brian help him up and slumped into his side as the other practically dragged him into the living room.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No… but… but I guess I should, shouldn’t I?”

“Probably.”

He took a few deep breaths and didn’t start talking until John emerged from the kitchen, barely holding onto three mugs of tea which he set on the coffee table before taking a seat beside Roger.

Then it all came rushing out, about his dad, how he used to shout, how it was worse when he was drunk, that the shouting led to hitting and it was all a horribly vicious cycle. He’d told them about some of it before, of course, but not in this much detail.

“Oh, Rog…” He glanced up from where his gaze had been fixed on the ground to see Freddie. “If I had known that, l wouldn’t.. I shouldn’t…”

“I know, Fred. You didn’t mean to.”

There was a pause before Roger was patting the couch.

“Come have a seat with us?”

A little smile tugged at Freddie’s lips. “Yeah, alright.

freddie: *turning his head dramatically to brian*