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you and love and i - roger taylor

POV: 1st person
Prompt: the same as I and Love and You, except it's with roger, because I'm lazy and have no creativity
For fixedonroger

IM SORRY THIS IS THE SAME YIKES

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"You made us laugh, you made us cry, you made us feel, like we could fly..."

Roger's Radio GaGa played through the record player. It was my favorite song of his, I liked the funky beat.

"Roger, dear?" I asked from the couch.

"Yes?" He replied from the kitchen. He was cleaning up our dinner.

"Will you...teach me drums?" I hesitantly asked, afraid of his reaction.

"Yes!! I thought you'd never ask!" He came around the corner and kissed the back of my head. "Are you sure, y/n? You never try new things..."

"Of course I am, Rog!" I rolled my eyes. "I want to know how you do it so...awesomely! That's a word, right?"

"I think so," he chuckled. "Alright then." He led me over to his drum set and pulled up a chair next to the one I was sitting in.

"You trust me with these?" I asked in disbelief.

"Of course I do, love." He smiled, and I laughed in reply.

He taught me the names of the drums, and how to play simple beats. I very slowly played a beat with a cymbal at the end. "Roger, how in the world do you manage to play the solos you do?"

"Practice, y/n," he laughed. "Lots and lots of it." He looked into my eyes as he explained how long he has been playing for and how he creates his beats and solos. He began to explain more, but I couldn't focus on that. I was too invested in his dazzling blue eyes. Swimming in them was like getting lost in a sea filled with the most magnificent creatures ever seen. I couldn't take it anymore, so I had to kiss him to shut him up.

He quickly responded to my kiss, and I could feel him smile. Simultaneously, we moved over to the living room couch so we could have a make-out session. I can't ever get anything done with this man, he's too distracting. His luscious blonde locks and big curious eyes, the way he always wears his shirts tucked in...you think I can stand that?

"Y/n," he said, pulling away. I shifted uncomfortably, along with him. "I...need to...want to...ask you something."

"Yes, Roger? Is everything alright?" He nervously nodded. "You're frightening me."

"No, it's not..." he stuttered, but then quickly got up, and went searching for something in the entertainment stand. I kept quiet.

He shoved whatever he had grabbed in his back pocket very discretely, and sat back down next to me.

"Y/n..." he started. "I uh...have only three words to say right now."

"And that is?" I asked nervously.

"I...and" he went slowly, then let out a deep breath and said, "I and love and you." He steadily reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small wooden box, that had "I and Love and You" engraved on it. Tears pricked my eyes. He tightly held my hand, opening it with his finger. It was a silver band with a large black diamond surrounded by two smaller ones.

"Y/n..." he let out, looking into my eyes, smiling. I let out a chuckle. "Will you marry me?"

My face was obviously soaked in salty tears, and I was speechless. I nodded.

"Use you words," he said, grinning. I laughed.

"Yes. Yes!! Oh, bloody hell, I love you!!" I said, kissing him. He pulled away to put the ring on my left hand. "Oh, Roger, it's beautiful," I complimented, fingering it.

"Just like you."

I nodded and connected his lips to mine again. His kiss was soft and loving, just like himself. I most definitely want to marry this man.

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Yeah sorry this is the same as before but I'm not creative :/

Anyways I'm going to see that band The Avett Brothers who play the song I And Love And You And I'm so fucking hyped

Aight