Roger and I sat at the counter of our shared apartment, eating cereal for dinner. We were a little bit broke at the moment, but that didn't keep us from being happy.
"So what do you want to do tonight, love?" He asked, taking a bite of his cereal.
"I don't know, my stomach hurts a little. Nothing too extreme. What if we played a board game or something?"
He nodded. "I just got this new record we could listen to while we play, if you like. It's called "Triplbt Theme", it's rather short but we have other ones we can-" I cut him off. "I'd love that." I gave him a warm smile.
I got up from the leathery seat, giving him a kiss on the head as i did so. Before walking over to the sink and rinsing out my bowl and setting it out on a grey towel to dry. "What game?" you asked, crying off your hands. "Oh i don't know...what if we goofed around with that Ouija board?" My eyes widened. "Roger I don't know if that's-" "Please?" He gave me a pouty face, he knew that worked well in me. "Ugh fine, but seriously if it gets to creepy we play Sorry." He rolled his eyes. "Deal."
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He placed the record on the player and came over to the coffee table, sitting opposite me. The board lay motionless in front of us. "Roger I'm really scared- i don't want to do this." You say.
"Here," he pat the space next to him. "Come sit next to me." I scooted around the table and right up against him.
I leaned my head on his shoulder as he grabbed my wrists and placed them on the small planchette. "You can do this." He said, as i rested my index and middle fingers on the indicator.
The song playing in the background calmed me
I've felt this way
Oh no, i really shouldn't stay
I've felt so strange
Will you talk to me again?
But i really shouldn't stay...
The instrumental portion continued, relaxing me as we slowly moved the planchette in circles. "What do you want to ask?" He asked, turning towards me. Both of our hands still on the piece. "Uhm...what's your name?"
The piece started moving. The glass eye hovered over the letter "R"-"I"-"C"-"H"-"A"-"R"-"D" Richard...
"Ah i like that name." Roger said, "Okay uhm, what year did you die?"
Again, the glass eye hovered over the numbers "1"-"9"-"5"-"6". 1956.
"Roger i cant do this..." i said, getting up and leaving the room.
"Baby wait, i'm sorry. i just wanted to try it, you know? i was never allowed to as a kid. i know you don't like it, i'm sorry for forcing you into it. we can play something else if you wa-" I cut him off. Our lips crashed together, as the record slowly died out.
"What do you say we just enjoy each others company for the rest of the night, eh? Get another record going, cuddle, maybe a glass of wine?" I suggested, trying to calm him down. He nodded his head, he admired me as i gave him a warm smile. " you are so beautiful, i don't think i tell you enough." he whispered, his voice becoming a little husky.
I found a record in the closet of our bedroom called "I." by Cigarettes After Sex, id heard it before and i thought it was the perfect tone for a chill night like tonight.
i popped it in the player and headed over to the bed, where Roger lay expectantly for me. I was wearing one of his shirts and some panties, nothing else. he, however, wore nothing but boxers. "why do you always wear my clothes?" he asked, as i started to get into the bed. "because they smell like you. and because i also like baggy clothes but i don't want to buy my own." you said, wrapping yourself up in a cocoon of blankets.
the first song began, "Nothings gonna Hurt You Baby". My favorite song from this band.
Whispered something in your ear
it was a perverted thing to say
but i said it anyway
made you smile and look away
As i payed attention to the lyrics and Rogers eyes as they blinked and looked into mine, i thought about the lyrics coming from Roger. After all, he does whisper dirty things into my ear a lot.
Nothings gonna hurt you baby
as long as you're with me, you'll be just fine
nothings gonna hurt you baby
nothings gonna take you from my side
as i imagine roger saying this to me, i dug my head into his bare chest.
when we dance in my living room
to that silly 90s R&B
when we have a drink or three
always ends in a hazy shower scene
"Rog, can i ask you something?" i ask. "of course, love." i propped my head up to make eye contact. "what would you do without me?" he thought for a moment. "to start off...i'd probably be shagging my car," we both chuckled.
And we laugh into the microphones and sing
with our sunglasses on, to our favorite songs
"But quite truthfully...I would be lost." he said, running my hair through his fingers. I smiled, thinking of how much he cared for me.
"I love you, Roger."
"I love you too."
Nothings gonna hurt you baby
Nothings gonna take you from my side
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Queen/BoRhap Imagines
Fanfictionsome of them are based on songs. Mainly the fluffy ones are at least, aside from Heather's. Anyways, enjoy! Light smut here and there, but nothing too much. THIS IS COMPLETED FOR NOW-BUT PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND RECOMMENDATIONS OF ANY SORTS. ILL WR...
