Say It With Me:

I HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLING

RING TING TINGLING TOOOOOOOOOOOOO

COME ON IT’S LOVELY WEATHER

FOR A SLEIGH RIDE TOGETHER WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

“This country was founded by a group of slave owners who told us that all men are created equal. To my mind, that is what’s known as being stunningly and embarrassingly full of shit.” - George Carlin

…PolitiFact going through history to fact check this guy was like that time CNN went through history to dig up dirt on Bernie, and all they found were videos of him planting trees, and telling kids that racism is bad.

I feel as though it is appropriate timing to weblog this

Step-sibling au except it’s like the movie Step Brothers

Me: What are some good responses to being stabbed with a knife?

My friend: Ouch. Wait you’re dead.

Her sister: Sorry I can’t come to the phone rn, why? Cause I’ve been stabbed.

Her mom: Why did you do that?

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

[Roger Taylor]

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

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

😊-C

Y/ N’s P.O.V

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

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

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

“What’s your name love?”

“Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-C

Y/N’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did he hurt you Y/N?”

“Rog I’m fi-“

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you Y/N.”

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

“I love you too.”

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