Single | Reader x Roger Taylor

1) The Nerve

[NOTE: Please don't take this as disrespect to Roger or any of the band members, I just wanna have a bit of fun so I'm just doing fluff, so if any of this is disrespectful I'm sorry :( also I'm sorry this is only she/her pronouns so swap them out if you want to. Sooooo yeah, sorry if this sucks]

Y/n woke up to the sound of her tiger print cat, Daisy pawing at her bedroom door. She groaned as she sat up, and sleepily got changed. "Mrowwww." Daisy pleaded to be let outside. Y/n looked at her sleepily. "It's six in the morning..." Daisy walked up to Y/n and rubbed her back against her leg. Y/n sighed in defeat and let Daisy out when she heard a scream in her front yard. It was a familiar voice. Your ex, Micheal was trying to sneak into your house when your German Shepherd, Lesley, attacked him. A few weeks ago you caught Micheal cheating on you by hiring several prostitutes behind your back. It hurt, but you were used to living alone. The only problem is how clingy Micheal is. This was the third time he'd showed up at her door and she was getting sick of it. Y/n grabbed Lesley's collar and pulled her back unwillingly.

Micheal chuckled, "Seems like you still care about me a little bit." She was done with him.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone. Three times."

"Shit babe, a little feisty this morning." Micheal smirked

"Fuck off. After what you did to me you still expect me to take you back? No. Next time you come here I swear to fucking God Micheal I will let her kill you. Leave. Me. Alone." Y/n glared at him.

"Damn, I told you I'm sorry. What more do you want from me."

She looked at him as if he was the most stupid person in the world. He kinda was though. "Are you high? Genuine question. You have the nerve to come over to my house-"

Micheal grinned. "You're so funny, it's hot." He bit his bottom lip.

"Okay let me rephrase this, If I ever see you around here again, I'll leave you here to die."

"Okay babe, sure you will. I mean, we both know you're still into me."

"If you're not out of here in the next five seconds I will let go of this collar." Micheal looked at her like he was amused. "Test me, bitch." Micheal looked a bit nervous and tried to cover up. She has had it with him. "Five... four..." Micheal started to back up away from her house as Y/n began to count down until she would let Lesley go. Once Micheal was gone, Y/n let out a sigh in relief. She went back inside to continue to get ready. While brushing her hair Y/n started to cry silently. She was shocked that she was crying over a boy. An idiot who she didn't love, she was crying over him. "What the fuck girl?" she talked to herself. "Why are you crying over literal human trash? I mean, it's not like you're scared to live alone, you've been doing that for years. You're the hottest girl you know, you can easily pull another man." Y/n couldn't argue with the first part. She could look at herself in the mirror forever, but easily getting another man... maybe that was what she was scared of. Having to tell people that she was single? Y/n hasn't been single since grade school.

Y/n looked at herself in disappointment. "Why worry about that? Plenty of people are single and don't mind. It could be fun not having to worry about someone else all the time..." Y/n smiled in pleasure with herself. "Besides, you can't be crying at work. Everyone asking you what's wrong..." Y/n cringed at the thought. She shook it off and continued to get ready for work. She worked as a sound engineer for Queen and had to be at the studio in time to help the band record their new album. She also had a new manager and didn't want to make a bad first impression. Although she could hide her crying from the band Y/n couldn't hide her exhaustion. Micheal had drained almost all her energy.

"Good morning darling!" Freddie announced. Freddie's energy was always uplifting, but not today. Y/n was sick of Micheal and didn't want anything to do with anything. She just wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep until the day has passed. "What's wrong love? You're killing the mood."

"You can't kill the mood if there was none, Fred." Brian shouted from his recording booth as he warmed up his guitar. "It's 5 in the morning."

"It's nothing, just tired." Y/n told Freddie. It wasn't convincing.

"Mmm. If you want to tell me, you know where to find me." Freddie said. Next thing she knew Freddie had strutted cheerfully into the other room to get some coffee. Y/n shrugged and went to her booth. She looked at the band before she entered and caught a glimpse of Roger staring at her, starstruck.

Y/n has been working there for a couple months and it seemed like Roger Taylor, Queen's drummer had become more and more interested in her. Every time she tried to talk to him he became very flustered and tripped over his words, causing his face to turn red out of embarrassment." It was undeniable he was in love with her and she loved it.

As Y/n was listening to the band play the song, "It's late", she couldn't help but notice something seemed off about the song and she couldn't put her finger on it. Usually, she would let it go to save her from work and the usual fights that would occur in between recordings. But this bugged her so much she had to do something about it. She listened to it for a bit and noticed something off with the drums.

Y/n looked up and Roger was performing an impressive drum solo, instead of the simple beat he was supposed to be playing. He looked hot performing, she had to admit, but what the hell was he doing? Before Y/n could say anything Freddie stopped.

"I can't sing like this. Roger do you know what the fuck you're playing?" Everyone stopped playing. Y/n bit her bottom lip and looked down, knowing where this was going. You played back the recording as the two argued and thought back on what Roger was doing. She knew he was trying to impress her. She tuned out the drums and listened to the rest of them play. Their music was mesmerizing. She finished the song and took off her headphones to listen to the two argue. Sure enough, the argument just climaxed and the two were ready to throw hands. Y/n sighed.

"As much as I'd love to watch you both kill each other, we have a tight deadline that we need to stick to." Roger blushed as he looked at her and slowly became at ease. He looked as if he felt protected around her. Y/n raised an eyebrow, "So?" Roger blushed a bit out of embarrassment and went back to his recording station. Roger played the right way this time but you couldn't help but think about how he relaxed once you talked to him.

Y/n knew that he liked her but she didn't really think of it that much. She usually brushed it off but this time something about this time just felt different. She wasn't having butterflies, at least not yet. She just felt something pushing her. She felt like something in her was on fire, maybe it was telling her to date Roger. She tried to brush it off like she always did, but it stuck to her for most of the day.

[ Hope you liked this and if you find any spelling or grammar mistakes PLEASE don't tell me because I really don't want to proofread this since I always cringe at my writing. I hope YOU stick around and didn't cringe so hard that you left but if you did that's ok. This is my first fanfic so I hope I improve as I move along lol.] Sorry if this was short btw, feel free to leave comments so I'm not lonely.