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Roger Taylor x fem!reader

Early 80's Roger <3

Themes // Roger the husband, fluff, quiet night in, very soft and gentle, really just the two of you being very much in love

Warnings // none, I guess mentions of pain, like bodily pain from him drumming but that’s it

P.S sorry it’s short, but I might do a part 2 if anyone wants it or reads this one

Hi! This is my first bit of fanfiction that I’ve posted on Tumblr, I really hope you like it (it is a bit short, I love writing longer stuff but can never seem to finish them) and this is also my first Roger imagine that I’ve posted, (see pinned post). So this is just a small imagine I wrote and actually finished for once (how actually how??) and it’s just some fluff, no warnings, just me imaging how life would be like with Mr Taylor ;). I’ve also been a big Queen/Roger fan for a long time now (again see pinned post). Anyway, enough about me, sit back, relax and read on… here’s to all the Roger lovers out there!!💗

The curtains were closed, but there was still a little light from the full moon peeking through. That was what you loved about living somewhere more rural: it wasn't so overwhelming, no hoards of people, no car horns, no noise, no light pollution; you could see the moon, almost as bright as your husbands eyes when he talks about something he loves.

It was the early evening, you and Roger were both at home for a change; he had recently come back from touring and you had missed him deeply. You had wanted to go with him, and he did too, but you had work and a life to attend to and you couldn't ignore that.

He often comes back from touring in a lot of pain. People don't often realise that drumming can take quite a toll on your body; he comes back with shoulder pain, back pain, wrist pain, neck pain, leg pain, any kind of pain. But you secretly loved being his private nurse, helping him feel better and taking care of him. But this was a few weeks ago and he was feeling a lot better now "thanks to you" in his words.

So you both were enjoying a quiet night at home: the lights were on a soft glow, you could hear the gentle bubble of the food you were cooking for dinner on the stove, there was a record playing on low, and there was the occasional sound of an owl hooting away in the distance. You were both on the large sofa, reading your separate books, he some kind of adult science-fiction and you a romance novel, your favourite. He was sitting with his back against the arm of the sofa and you leaning your side against the back of it. You were facing each other and your legs were entangled keeping you both in place.

He had his glasses on even though he was shy about them, he'd always had terrible eyesight, but it took him a while to wear them in front of you; something about them not being very "rock and roll." He was staring intently at his book and you couldn't help but peek up from yours from time to time to watch him. His hair was ever so slightly messy and its blond streaks going every which way. His eyes laser-focused on the words and images with his pupils large and doe-eyed. He looked so cute.

You didn't want him to catch you staring though, so your eyes reluctantly turned back to your book, though you could keep staring at him forever.

But, the same pair of blue irises you were just staring at looked up, and looked at you. He loved you so much, and he also couldn't help but look up every so often to gaze at you, to check you were real, to check you weren't just a figment of his imagination, something he had conjured up while song-writing.

Your eyes flicked up at just the right moment though, you were going to sneak another peek at your husband, only to find him staring at you instead.

You both started giggling, like when you were caught staring at your crush from across the classroom. You found it funny how all this time, you had both been sneaking looks at each other, when the other wasn't looking.

"Caught you." he said.

"Oh really? Cause I think you'll find that it was I that caught you, Mr Taylor."

"Oh no that's not possible Mrs Taylor you see, because I am a much better peeker than you." he challenged.

"Oh really how so?" you asked.

"Because I have been looking at you for the last twelve minutes and you haven't noticed."

"Creep." you smirked.

He just smiled in return, lovingly gazing at you, still in disbelief that you were his.

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“I’ve lo0st my sHoe” “Cinderella”

“I think some people will be quite shocked” “well not all of it” “well most” “I mean there is some things-” “LOOK IT IS” “lOoK ShUt uP” “sorry”

“No Brian… I’m deadly serious..it’s about a car and… a guy who’s in love with it”

And an extension to the breasts/meal one - “Did you marry her?” “No! I wanted to at the time!”

“why don’t you get a nice picture of Roger’s legs”

“Arnold💪” *repeatedly slaps skinny legs*

“My name is John Richard Deacon I was born August the 19th, 1951”

“I’m gay as a daffodil dear”

“He threw my BEST F***ING PAIR OF MARACAS AWAY the first day. GREAT SOUNDING MARACAS I mean I…it took me HOURS to steal them”

“I took a girl there once and she got her breasts out in the middle of the meal”

“No I didn’t think I was going to fall off, but if I’d messed it up, I would’ve thrown myself off”

[Bonus: we shot Live Aid on DAY ONE]

this also reminds me of the fun fact that on the Queen 1 (the original) album credits John’s name was listed as ‘Deacon John’ to make him sound “less boring” and that Roger’s full name was given to again make it sound more interesting

and you can see both of those here

gotta love the early Queen production methods

Queen promo from Billboard Magazine (October 20, 1973)

OMG HES WEARING CLOG SHAPED ADIDAS SLIDERS OR SOMETHING

BUT THEY REALLY LOOK LIKE CLOGS

SMFHISJEBEBENKEOS

this man istg

like are they custom?? I’ve never seen those before

LOVE TOKEN ON ACOUSTIC IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2025!!!

With Arielle.

📸 Jonathan Graham (Guitar Interactive)

This is GORGEOUS!!!!

I absolutely love your art style @j-rummikub !!

I had to follow you and I looked through all your drawings, and I just love your style of drawing/sketching, it’s truly beautiful, don’t stop please!

So pretty, and thank you for sharing your art with us 🫶🏻

Love Aimée x

P.S. thank you to everyone who read/liked/favourited/reposted my last post, it means the world to me, and I’m so grateful, I hope you all liked it and also thanks to everyone who followed me because of it, you are truly sweethearts!!

🌸1968🌞

JESUS

you can see why this bitch was in the choir

track 18 from the multi-track master

(for MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!) 

This so sounds like something I’d do

‘been enraging the folks on the lower floors’🥁

The entire time yesterday I had a little Roger Taylor in my head just saying ‘and my rock and roll 45’ over and over again

ooh yeahh do not say “you just drum” to Roger Taylor ™️

Japan, 1975.

(×)

I know we lived it

It was in another life

Our love

But you seem not to realise

I’ve carried it through with me to this one.

- Aimée Palmer

Hello!!!! So in honour of Valentine’s Day I’ve decided to post this special draft of mine!

As you know I love Roger so dearly and I wrote this little poem about him, and this is the first piece of poetry I’ve posted on Tumblr and I don’t often share my poetry so please enjoy! And obviously no reproducing it without credit please!

I know I haven’t posted anything in a while but I’ve been making loads of drafts and hope to post them gradually and I’m starting with this one from December.

I definitely relate to this bit of poetry, feeling like you’re constantly dreaming of a life you feel like you’ve lived before.

Thank you and love to you all

Happy Valentines Day!!

Love Aimée x

— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera