drunk off you (roger taylor x reader)

warnings: mentions of blood, the fluffiest fic you’ll ever rEAD

synopsis: based on request “can i request where roger is completely whipped for the reader? he has this bad boy image and i just want to see him so soft and melt into reader’s grasp” i’ve truly outdone myself with this one. i was yELLING, and i cannot stress this enough, YELLING while i was writing this. i am not responsible for any fluff related heart attacks

word count: 1559

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oh my g- read this,

*sticks phone up from the grave*

#roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor blurb #roger taylor fluff #ben hardy!roger x reader #we love a good plot twist on this account #and hoping u didnt read the tags because a plot twist #isnt really a plot twist if u suspect it #but the best ones u wont see coming so;)#enjoy

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Anonymous asked:

Kinda maybe prompt reader passing out and roger being a full on biology geek that he is not letting anyone near them and gets snappy because "I know what I am doing go away "

“Go away, I know what I’m doing”

Gah I’m sorry this took me a hot sec to crank out! I kept restarting because I wasn’t happy with it, but I hope you enjoy the final product as much as I do! xx

(fluff & tension, not entirely historically accurate… hehe, enjoy my lovelies)

“Okay let’s go over…” You flipped over the review sheet in your hand, “Um- fractures, sure.” You impatiently shook your head, shrugging and dropping the paper in front of you.

Sat at a long table in the library on campus, you and your best friend, Nick, were going over concepts in an effort to cram for your kinesiology final. The pair of you were helping each other brush up on unfamiliar topics, but there were some you’ve avoided covering until the last while.

“Okay,” Nick agreed, reaching for his anatomy textbook.

Your leg was incessantly bobbing underneath the table until you noticed the water in your bottle beating with it.

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Before We Leave (Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor)

Summary: After missing your train, you find yourself stranded in the city late at night with very few options. Just when it seems that everything that could go wrong goes wrong, you meet a blond stranger that helps you through the night.

Word Count: 5.6k+

Warnings: Swearing, creepy alley scene?

A/N: This is super long I’m sorry and it’s pretty slow in the beginning, but it picks up a bit later on. I kinda loosely based this off a movie that I really love but with a lot of plot changes. This is the first fic I’ve ever written and it took me hella long and I hope you like it!

The cold air was brushing across your face as you ran towards the train station, weaving your way through the people walking on the sidewalk. You pushed open the door and the heat from the indoors instantly melted the snow that had landed in your hair. You almost fell down the stairs as you rushed toward the platform. “Shit,” you cursed under your breath. It echoed slightly through the hollowed space of the empty platform. Your breathing was heavy and your lungs stung from the brisk air and in the stillness you could feel the warmth returning to your body.

Frantically, you immediately started trying to think of some other way to get you home, but that was the last train till morning and that was your last chance. You climbed back up the stairs in defeat and headed towards the door again wondering what the hell you were going to do now. Your hand fell to where it usually rested atop your purse, only it wasn’t there.

Your head flooded with panic trying to recall the last time you remember having it on you, but you couldn’t. In the rush of trying to get to the station you must’ve dropped it, or maybe you had it yanked from you without notice, or maybe you left it at the diner you’d been at before leaving in a hurry. Your only option was to go back to the diner and hope that by some stroke of luck it’d be there. Adrenaline allowed you to sprint back the way you came, and you almost rammed completely into some guy on the way there. When you got to the door you were met with a sign that said “closed”. Of course it was. You tapped desperately at the glass in the hopes that someone was still in there, but the room stayed dark and there was no answer.

A symphony of curses ran through your head. Nothing can go right today can it? That’s it, no money, no help, nowhere to go, nowhere to even spend the night. Tears stung the back of your eyes. What am I supposed to do now? you thought. In the helplessness of your situation, you simply put your back to the wall and slid down till you were sitting on the ground with your face in your hands and you let the tears slip from your eyes. You sat there for a while in the cold, trying to collect your thoughts and maybe by some miracle figure something out.

“Excuse me?” you heard a voice say, and you lifted your head to look up at the speaker. A blond stranger looked down at you curiously.

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I don’t know how I forgot to reblog this weeks ago when I first read it but trust me guys you gotta read this

#fic rec #roger x reader #ben hardy!roger x reader

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Drowse: Part 2 (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Part One

Summary: You had needed a quiet space to work, so you went to your best friend Rogers. You were exhausted and Roger took it upon himself to take care of you and get you the rest you so desperately needed. Now, you’ve woken up the next morning and the rest of your day pans out still at his flat…

Setting: Current year but London, England when Smile was still together and Brian and Rog were still studying together at Ealing Art College. Imagine whichever Roger Taylor version you fancy, I just chose the Ben!Roger gif to prime you with that look!

Word Count: 5.7k sister snapped, but lots of little things happen, and I have big plans for part 3...

Requested? ✔

Warnings/Content: Swearing, fluff, lil bit of smut *gasp* i was saving it for part 3 and i might regret it later because i knew how i wanted to end this one but I couldn’t help myself- I wanted to move things along...

A/N: Hello beautiful human beings, loves of my life, adoring supporters and lovers of Rogahhh Taylahhh - it took me a while to figure out how I wanted to end it off and I don’t know how much I like this but... Sending you hugs, I hope you enjoy :)

Ahem... and don’t forget, FEEDBACK ;)

You woke up at about noon to the smell of smoke. Your eyes still closed in a half asleep drowse you just groaned until you processed the scent. You jolted your eyes open and, to your surprise, Roger wasn’t on his side of the bed anymore. You reached out to feel the mattress and the sheet wasn’t warm; it hadn’t been occupied in awhile.

Taking a moment to think, your eyebrows furrowed as you aimlessly looked around the room, but you couldn’t remember if he had said he was going somewhere or anything.

The last thing you remembered was a brief content moment you shared a while ago between dreams. The shower wasn’t running, and you would have heard the TV if it was on. The bitter scent permeated even stronger now. Christ, what the ~hell~ was that?

“Rog?” You called out, loud enough that, had he been in the bathroom closeby, he would have heard.

“Rog!” You yelled a bit louder, urgency wrapping your voice.

You groaned in worried frustration and flipped back the duvet to free yourself from the trapped warmth. Instantly you were overcome by the cold air of the London flat as you scurried over to Roger’s wardrobe to grab something to wear over the band tshirt he had lent you.

When you opened it, the wooden doors released a fresh cedar scent mixed with a musky cologne as you bent down to pluck a folded sweater from the heaps of top garments. How many shirts does he need… There was something of every fabric, thickness, and colour, and he even had a section dedicated to denim.

You pulled a grey hoodie over your head and down your torso as you threw the bedroom door open and pursued down the hall towards the kitchen.

The smell was stifling, and it was much warmer in here. Your eyes were drawn to the gas stove, hissing a flame like a dragon underneath a pan that was sizzling and spitting oil around a pancake… or whatever that round charred thing was now. Found the smell.

Within the same matter of seconds your next hunt was to locate Roger. Glancing over to the island counter as you entered the room, you could now see an unkempt blonde. Putting the pieces together, you rushed to turn off the element, picked up the pan, and didn’t bother inspecting the contents before shuffling the pancake off into the garbage under the sink.

You looked up across from you to see Rogers head limp on his forearm, the other dangling from his torso, his long hair splayed over his arm and onto the counter. You sighed and walked around to him.

“You know,” rubbing a gentle palm in circles on his back, “there are easier ways to burn the house down.” You grinned, shaking your head, bringing your hand to lightly squeeze his shoulder. He groaned, scrunching his face and rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the light filling the room. You reached into a cupboard for a glass and held a button on the fridge door to pour yourself some water, beginning to chug it facing away from Roger.

“What’s the fun in that? Slow and steady. Like sex-” he pinched your ass, both the comment and gesture instantly causing you to choke on the water you were gulping down, your shoulders contracting into a hunch as he continued, “-conflict is more entertaining when it’s implied.”