He Is In Preschool Do You Love Him

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Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

Anon: Heyyyy since you are taking requests, I’ve been wanting to see a Ben!roger x reader when he tells her that Freddie has been diagnosed with AIDS and how they cope together

A/N: So this is gonna be real sad, just prepare.

3rd person POV

As soon as Y/N saw the clock strike 1 am, she knew something was wrong. Roger was never home past 12:50 unless she was with him. Where was he?

She called the guys’ houses. No answer. She called the studio. They had left earlier.

She waited for hours until she heard the front door open. There were some loud footsteps and what sounded like furniture shifting. Y/N got off of the couch where she had been sitting, only to have Roger stumble around the corner.

She couldn’t figure out if he was drunk or tired or both. But, when Roger wrapped his arms around Y/N, she could see tears running down his face. He could barely keep himself standing. A sobbing Roger was not a common sight.

Y/N dragged Roger to the couch as best she could. She couldn’t stand seeing him like this. His slumped form on the couch still shook as he cried.

Sitting down on the couch, Y/N leaned into Roger and let him lay his head on her shoulder. From the moment Y/N sat down, Roger held onto her and wouldn’t let go.

“Rog love, do you want to tell me what happened?”

“I-he-it was just...”

“You never cry Rog, what’s wrong?”

Roger could barely get out a word without a sob racking body.

“It’s Fred.”

“Oh.”

“He’s...he’s got it.”

“What?”

“He’s sick Y/N.”

She wasn’t expecting that. Poor Freddie. Now not only was Roger crying, Y/N was beginning to let a few tears fall.

She could have tried being strong for Freddie and for Roger, but she too let herself collapse into Roger and cry.

“Y/N he’s got to get better. He just has to. I know he will.”

Y/N didn’t answer. They both knew the truth. But in that moment it was just quiet. It was better to be quiet.

They didn’t have to accept it yet.

“I’m so sorry Rog.”

“I am too love.”

They knew he wasn’t getting better. They feared the inevitable. But rather than discussing anything, they just held each other and didn’t let go. They never wanted to let go.

I May Be Dumb, But I’m Not Stupid (Part 2)

[Roger Taylor x Fem!reader]

A/N: Thank you guys for such a positive response to part 1. It means a lot because I’ve never posted or really shared my writing before and I’m glad I’m able to give you something to enjoy!!! It’s still kinda short but shit goes down in the next chapter, I just felt like being evil 😈 and leaving it on a cliffhanger. Also thank you for being so patient. I’ve been very busy and haven’t had any time to write. 😘

(P.s. I couldn’t link the first part because I don’t have a computer on hand at the moment)

Read Part One First❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️

Reminder: I’m taking concept requests for Queen and 5sos (no full on smut)

Y/N’s POV

“Come on!”

“Go with us!”

“It’s a party for you, we’re all going.”

“Even Deaky’s going. If Deaky’s going you should go.”

Roger and I had been pestering Brian for a good thirty minutes. He refused to come with us to a party tonight which may I add, was celebrating HIS band’s upcoming tour. Brian said he had a “bad feeling” about tonight, whatever that meant.

“I just feel like something bad is going to happen and knowing you guys, I’d probably be the one having to fix it.”

I didn’t really want to go either but I was supporting my friends and knowing my 2 favorite things: boys and booze would be there, the decision was a little easier. Plus I would probably be shunned if I didn’t go (Freddie and Roger a.k.a the hysterical queens of the band).

I had recently tried distancing myself from Roger, however this task turned out to be much more difficult than I had originally thought. Roger was a drug no rehab could cure me of, I just kept relapsing every time I tried to quit. Partying always helped me cope; so I got a buzz whenever I could, even though the high only lasts till he catches my eye. And again and again, Roger kept reminding me that I couldn’t have him. I was his for the week, until he moved on to the next fling.

I had feelings for my best friend and I knew he would never feel the same way. Roger could barely pay attention to one girl for more than a week, I couldn’t expect a relationship out of him.

Later that night

Getting ready for the party was causing me more stress than I already had. I wanted to doll myself up just so Roger would notice me, but I couldn’t make it too obvious. I also had to make sure that I would be able to catch the eye of anyone but Roger, while still managing to grab his attention in a tasteful way. See, even picking out my clothes to impress Roger seemed like a life or death situation. It was completely ridiculous, obsessing over one guy like this. I just need to go to the party and completely ignore Roger. How presumptuous of me to actually think my will power would keep him away from me.

“Freddie’s already there Brian, lets go,” Roger complained. After convincing Brian to go, he’d decided to take the maximum amount of time possible to get ready (of course he did, have you seen his hair).

We finally leaving the house, we arrived at the party to find it was already on full swing.I immediately left the boys to go get shitfaced, that’s what I was there for after all.

3 rounds of shots and 2 beers later I felt my sobriety begin to disappear. I wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings, that was until a guy a few meters away offered to buy me a drink. Boy, did I make a mistake saying yes...

Roger’s POV

I had barely walked through the door and I already had girls lining up to see me. I liked the attention, I always did, but I felt guilty. I felt like every time I had a girl even flirt with me, I was cheating. I hadn’t actually admitted it to anyone that I felt guilty because of her. Y/N was the only girl that I kept around, ever. Brian had tried to get me to spill about my emotions, even though I’m pretty sure he already knew everything.

Y/N meant a lot more to me than anyone knew. I couldn’t lose my reputation for a girl that so obviously had no romantic feelings toward me. She’d been very distant lately and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was because she didn’t want to keep up our little agreement anymore.

My temper had been through the roof and I was set off by every little thing. I was pissed at myself. I let her down. It took a lot for me not snap the neck of any guy Y/N spent time with.

I didn’t want to lose her. She was...perfect, the only thing that kept me sane. Now I wasn’t the smartest guy, but it didn’t take an astrophysicist (get it 😂) to realize how amazing this girl was.

Here I was sat with a girl on either arm and all I could think of was where Y/N was. Not with me, which is where she should be. I scanned the room searching for her and as soon as I caught sight of her, I felt my blood boil.

Y/N’s POV

I guess Brian’s little prediction had been correct . It seemed Roger was in the mood for a fight tonight because I had looked away from the guy I was speaking to, only to see an enraged Roger stomping towards us. As soon as I spotted the red tinge in his face and how his fists were clenched, I realized that someone was getting majorly injured. Who it was going to be, I had no idea.

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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

This is perfection

Freddie: “Hi darlings! I know a lot of people have been requesting I show my everyday make up routine, so I thought I’d make this video. So we’re going to start with some moisturizer–”

Roger, bursting into the room: “John stole my flat iron and made a grilled cheese with it cause he saw a lifehacks tutorial, and now it’s covered in butter!”

John, off screen: “It worked weirdly well. Are you sure it wasn’t made to–”

(Jump cut. The door is now shut and Freddie’s flat iron is gone from his dresser. John is in the background eating a grilled cheese.)

Freddie: “Hi darlings! So a lot of people have been requesting I do a video of my everyday make up routine. Let’s get started with moisturizer…”

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As a former dinosaur kid, this is frickin awesome

Here’s one good thing to come out of 2020:

Paleontologists completed a life-sized replica of Sue, the most complete T. Rex ever found.

And she is freaking GORGEOUS!

As I read more about this beauty, I found out some new details regarding things I thought I previously knew about the beast that was Tyrannosaurus Rex, and I’m going to share them with you.

First, and most obvious, her size:

This is nothing new, we all figured T. Rex was big, but I for one never stopped to consider exactly how big it was. Nobody ever really knows what to imagine when they read about something the size of a whale that walked around and ate everything it could kill. 

Speaking of eating things, I just want to remind you all that T. Rex had–by miles–the strongest bite of any terrestrial animal living or dead, somewhere around six and a half tons of force. That’s over six times greater than the current estimate of what Allosaurus was capable of, and three times what was delivered by the highest measured reading of the living title holder–the estuarine crocodile. It didn’t have to waste time swinging its head open-mouthed like Saurophaganax for a little extra oomph, or grow fancy serrated teeth like Carcharodontosaurus to cut pieces out of its prey. It opted for the simplest approach: get its mouth around something and crush it to death; imagine the full weight of an elephant on whatever was between this thing’s jaws.

“How did it find something to eat?” I hear you asking. “It can’t see something if it doesn’t move, right?”

Listen, I love Jurassic Park too, but that’s a big crock of shit.

Notice how both her eyes face forward. That gives her binocular vision (the ability to focus both eyes on one target, like you and I). More importantly it means she has impeccable depth perception due to overlapping fields of vision from each, large, eyeball. Researchers agree that T. Rex not only had incredible vision, but that it was probably better than most modern animals–including eagles, hawks, and owls–and that she could likely spot something three and a half miles away. If something that big can see that well, it doesn’t matter if you move or not, she’d be able to tell if it was an animal trying to hide or a piece of vegetation. So pray she isn’t hungry if she lays eyes on you. And even if by some miracle she didn’t see you, she’d still smell you. 

If she decided you looked tasty, you probably wouldn’t hear her coming as much as you’d feel her. Modern science indicates that T. Rex didn’t roar like in Jurassic Park, but rather bellowed or maybe even hissed like crocodilians. If she were on to you, you’d most likely feel this sense of unease creep up your spine as a low-pitched rumble in the air permeated through you. You wouldn’t know what it was or where it was coming from until you hear her footfalls. By then it’s too late–you could try to run but she’d probably catch you. There’s plenty on YouTube that reconstructs what T. Rex may have sounded like, and it’s legitimately haunting.  

To wrap all of this up, the one bit of good that came out of the cursed year that is 2020 is that this wonderful child of science and art came into the world, and reaffirmed my respect and admiration for the eight ton slab of muscle and teeth that is this magnificent creature.

…and it is nothing if not magnificent.

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