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every time you see a headline like this

I want you to remember these ones

Animal Videos to Cheer You Up!

(I will continue to update!)

A foster dog tucking in his owner

A tiger getting hugs

A puppy riding a chicken

A cat drinking water very loudly

A turtle with walking music

A cat wants a headbutt

An owl napping

A bunny and dog are friends

A cat and its catnip

A gaggle of ducklings in a sink

A puppy...that’s it

Me: What are some good responses to being stabbed with a knife?

My friend: Ouch. Wait you’re dead.

Her sister: Sorry I can’t come to the phone rn, why? Cause I’ve been stabbed.

Her mom: Why did you do that?

Could u pleaseeee write something where Rog finds out the Reader's pregnant for himself and he's all mad (and sad cause she didn't tell him) and they fight but then it ends all fluffy plzzzz

Roger’s POV

Something was up with Y/N. She had been avoiding me for a few weeks now. She was asleep when I got home at night and up and out of the house in the morning.

I was left to wonder what I’d done wrong. Was she cheating on me? Was she breaking up with me?

I was didn’t want to lose her. I was going to find out sooner or later, why couldn’t she just tell me?

Time skip...

I was happy to be home after a long hard recording session.

I had headed upstairs to shower and realized there was no soap. I was looking for some in Y/N’s drawer when something caught my eye. A plastic stick with a plus sign. If this is what I think it is...

“Y/N, love.”

No answer.

“Y/N.”

I moved her shoulder slightly and she started to wake up.

“Rog? I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Y/N is there anything you’d like to tell me?”

“No, why.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”

She kept denying that anything was going on.

“Why are you lying to me?! You’ve been ignoring me for weeks! What did I do?! You haven’t spoken to or so much as looked at me!”

“Roger stop yelling at me.”

“No! You have been treating me like I don’t matter and all because you couldn’t tell me you were pregnant!”

(This was when he knew, he fucked up.)

“Why do you say that?”

She looked scared. I immediately felt guilt wash over me and I regretted yelling at her.

“Darling I found the test. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

I think sudden change in tone confused her slightly and it took her a moment to reply.

“We’ve never talked about kids, hell we’re not even married. I didn’t think you’d want a baby.”

“I wish you had told me earlier, I wouldn’t have been angry with you. I was actually pissed that you kept it from me for this long.”

I was disappointed in myself for making her think in any way that I wouldn’t be happy about a mini Y/N or mini me running around.

“Darling, I love you. I’m thrilled that we’re going to have a baby.”

“You are?”

“Of course.”

“I’m relieved. I couldn’t hide it for too long. I’m already about 2 months.”

I was going to be a father. How amazing was that?

I laid on the bed and pulled Y/N to my chest as I started playing with her hair.

“So Rog...how long do you think we can go without the boys noticing?”

“Mmmm I don’t know. At least 3 weeks.”

“Bet?”

“Of course. We’ll figure out the winnings later love,” I laughed.

I loved how she could go from upset to happy in such a short time.

We talked for a little longer about baby things and such before I realized she had drifted off to sleep.

I kissed her forehead and whispered, “ I love you two so much,” before closing my own eyes.

I couldn’t be any happier at the moment.

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Imagine where the reader is calming down her now drunk boyfriend at a pub (B.H. Roger Taylor) from getting into a bar fight because another guy “flirted” or “touched” you. Angst and FLUFF xxoxoxo

(A/N: Thank you for requesting @inlovewithmybicycle 😊😊😊. Also, I feel like this around the beginning of Queen, so just go with it 😂.)

(P.s. Also low key kinda proud of my self cause I wrote this in like half an hour.)

-C

Y/N’s POV

Roger is such a baby when he’s drunk. He’s prone to having temper tantrums, screaming and yelling, and even throwing things. So, when Roger has decided to throw a punch at some guy at the bar, I knew I had to step in.

You see, Roger had wandered off and because I wasn’t too worried that he would get into trouble, I went to go get another drink.

As I was waiting for my drink, an obviously intoxicated man came up to me and started hitting on me. (I’m mean who wouldn’t y’all are gorgeous af). I had dealt with this type of situation before, so I knew to just ignore the guy and reject his advances. Everything was fine until the creep decided to grab my hips and try and kiss me.

It was almost as if an alarm went off in my head telling me Roger was coming and I could tell he was not happy.

Suddenly the man was pulled from me by my boyfriend. Roger had a raised fist and was gripping the guy by the collar of his shirt.

Knowing the consequences of the fight I yanked on Roger’s raised arm, letting him know I wanted to leave.

He looked between me and the stranger for a few moments before deciding to drop him.

He directed me towards the exit and through the crowd that had congregated around the expected fight.

“Did he hurt you Y/N?”

“Rog I’m fi-“

“God, if I had the chance, that jackass would be 6 feet under ground by now.”

Roger was red in the face and his heavy breathing and pacing wasn’t helping calm his fury.

I walked over to him and placed both of my hands on his shoulders in an attempt to get him to stop for a second.

He looked at me with soulful eyes and I couldn’t help but melt under his gaze. He just wanted me to be safe, but he always toook things to extremes.

“Roger, I’m fine. Nothing I’ve never seen or heard before.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

His words were slurring and I could tell that the alcohol was catching up with him.

“I just don’t want people talking to you like that or touching you, especially the touching part. I’m the only one that can do that stuff. You’re mine.”

I leaned in to his chest and wrapped my arms around him and he rested his chin on my head.

“You’re just trying to protect me and I understand that, but I wish you wouldn’t take things so far Rog.”

“I would do anything for you, love. Even if it meant causing a little mayhem.”

I laughed slightly at that comment knowing it was probably true. Also knowing Roger, there would always be mayhem involved.

“I love you Y/N.”

It sounded like heaven coming from his mouth. Every time he said it, I could hear angels sing.

“I love you too.”

He may be a drunk idiot, but he’s my drunk idiot.