‘why Do You Read “various X Reader Stories?”’

I HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLING

RING TING TINGLING TOOOOOOOOOOOOO

COME ON IT’S LOVELY WEATHER

FOR A SLEIGH RIDE TOGETHER WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

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The puppy cart

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Roger Taylor Pregnancy Headcanons/Timeline

(Part 2: Telling Family)

A/N: So I’m hoping to be working on another series soon. 😉😉 It’s probably going to be an oc fic and I’m really excited so... Anyway here’s part 2. Requests are open!!!!!

You and Roger have known about the baby for almost a month now

And you have yet to tell anyone

You two have been talking about ways to tell the guys but you just can’t seem to get it right

Every time you’ve tried to tell them, one of you chokes at the last second or something else gets in the way of your announcement

One day Roger invites you to the studio to listen to them record

You had been particularly nauseous that day and the guys had noticed

They kept asking if you were ok and it was starting to piss you off, because technically yes you were fine, you felt sick but it wasn’t the time to tell them why

That combined with your mood swings bothered you to no end

And when you were pissed off, Roger was pissed off

About halfway through the day you and Roger were 5 seconds from exploding

So when Brian asked for the 5th time that day if you were ok, Roger lost it

“Actually Brian, Y/N is fine, we’re both wonderful actually. Every fucking time we’ve tried to tell you the good news something got in the way.”

“Roger what are you talking about?” Brian asked.

“Y/N’s pregnant.”

It had all happened so...awfully

You had been waiting to tell them in the most fantastic way, but hey, the secret was out

They all immediately got up and hugged you and Rog

Congratulations we’re heard all around the studio

Freddie talked about how much he was going to spoil the baby

Brian already said he’d keep the kid from becoming a complete nightmare (knowing you two)

Now that you had told the rest of the band, you and Roger finally felt some relaxation

Until you realized you still had to tell your parents

You didn’t really want to be driving all over the country at the time

What was the best way to get your families in one place at one time?

In true Roger fashion, he decided on a party

You managed to get a hold of everyone and were able to set the party for a week later

You’d already had multiple people ask if you wanted a drink and you obviously denied them all

Your mother was starting to become suspicious

You never passed on a glass of wine

When the party was coming to its end, Roger stood up

“Excuse me everyone, could I have your attention for one moment. We never really gave a reason for this party so we might as well tell you now...Y/N’s pregnant!!!!”

Before the end of the party you had gotten many hugs, handshakes, and promised of gifts from family

You looked over from where you were standing to see Roger smiling at you

How did you get so lucky?

I love him and I’m not joking.

Teuta Matoshi | Spring/Summer 2021

this blog hates donald trump

Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about 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.

I bet when you get high in Colorado, John Denver’s ghost stands behind you and whispers “Man that’s far out” and then disappears