QUEEN • imagines/oneshots

Roger Taylor x Reader

(Requested by TundeMalfoy3 I hope you enjoy it! Sorry its late xo)

Your POV

It was a sunny day, and you were waiting for Roger to return home from the studio; it was his birthday and you had elaborately planned a special dinner for him. Around fifteen minutes later, you heard the door open and a couple of bags drop to the floor.

"Y/N?" He called out, wondering where you were.

"I'm in here, Rog!"

He followed the sound of your voice into the dining room. Looking at the sight before him, he could see the dining room table laid out nicely; a table cloth over it with some candles dotted around along with his favourite food on plates opposite eachother. He looked up to meet your eyes.

"Y/N, babe. This is bloody fantastic."

You grinned with pride, walking over to him and giving him a sweet kiss on the lips, to which he responded to rather quickly.

"You want to sit down then?" You asked, a huge smile still on your face. He nodded and made his way to the table, sitting down. As you sat down opposite him, you pulled out a bottle of wine, showing him.

"Want some?"

He nodded in response to your question, holding out his wine glass. Once you had poured out a glass for him as well as yourself, you both clinked them together in a cheers.

"To you, Rog. Happy Birthday!"

Roger grinned and winked at you.

"To me, love."

You both drank some of the wine before digging into the food.

"Y/N, this is so damn good!"

His voice was ever so slightly muffled as he scarfed down his food. You grinned in response, looking at him.

"Glad you like it."

He nodded in response to what you had said, having almost finished his food at this point. You weren't far off either, and Roger watched you eat once he had finished.

Y

ou collected the plates and went into the kitchen to clean up. About ten minutes into you washing up, you felt Roger's arms slide around you waist from behind, and he turned you around to face him while still in his arms.

"You know, Y/N, I love you so fucking much."

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you looked up at him to meet his eyes.

"I love you too, Roger."

"We've been together for years now, havent we?"

You nodded in response even though it wasnt really a question to be answered, still maintaining eye contact with him.

"Well, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, love."

He slowly bent down, getting onto one knee and he got a ring out of his pocket, holding it out to you. You could tell by looking at him that he was nervous as ever. You couldn't quite believe what was happening, your mouth had formed an 'O' shape.

"So, Y/N L/N. Will you do me honours of marrying me?" His voice quivered slightly as he stared up at you.

"Yes, Roger! Oh my god! Yes!" (A/N: I've just realised how dirty that sounds lmao) You couldn't contain your excitement as tears spilled onto your cheeks.

Roger jumped up, sliding the ring onto your finger before pulling you into a tight embrace.

"Best birthday ever!" He said as he pulled you in for a kiss, his arms still wrapped around your waist.

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Oof I hope you all like it lmao. Also, yes, I'm British so thats why some things are spelt differently to how some of you may spell it :)
Leave a comment if you liked it and feel free to request anything.

-r.l
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