✨Roger Taylor imagines✨

National Scandal

You switched to watch Golden Girls reruns. You ate breakfast, but it was more like drinking Chardonnay and eating waffles with syrup on them. It was about an hour later when you heard the doorbell ring. You got up and looked through the keyhole.

You gasped and quickly opened the door cautiously. There stood Dominique Beyrand at my door looking not at all impressed. She was wearing a nice pink shirt and yellow shorts while I was wearing an old pyjama set from when I was 15. I haven't grown that much.

"Uh hi." You stuttered. Your heartbeat was going a million miles an hour. She looked in your eye and you couldn't help but look done and feel small.

"Hello." She said coldly. "May I come in?" She asked. You nodded your head frantically and let her in. She walked in the foyer looking at all the poems Roger wrote for me. He thought it was the most romantic gesture in the world, so he'd write them every time when he came over.

She continued to stare at them. "Those are from him, aren't they?" She asked, in a wavering voice. You looked down ashamed.

"Uh yes." You said scratching the back of your neck. She looked back up.

"I always knew he was cheating when he came back from Live Aid. He took two hours to get out of the dressing room. And he smelt like perfume. Yours, I presume." She explained. "I just- I couldn't tell him to leave because I loved him to much. And then a baby comes in our life, and he's away. With you."

You were about to speak when she cut you off. "He loves you, that's for sure." She said, her face relaxing from yelling and screaming at you. "He never wrote love letters for me. Once he was writing one, and I looked at it. It was one of the most romantic things I've ever seen him do. Except... he never gave it to me." She said.

"He never risked such a long affair. When we had our baby Felix, he was having an affair with a model. It only lasted for awhile. Just a couple months and then they were over. But this, this is just wow."

You just listened. It was the most awkward conversation of your life, but she wasn't stabbing me so you didn't care.

"Y/N, I cannot tell you how mad and angry I am at you and Roger." She said looking at you. You visibly gulped. "But, he does love you. So don't fuck it up with him." She smiled at you.

Just then the door opened to the sound of Roger yelling your name. "Y/N! Darling? Love? Where are yo-" he kept shouting until he saw Dominique and I. He stared at his wife and then at you and felt like he was going to faint. He almost did when you grabbed him and put his arm around your neck.

"Roger, are you okay?" You asked, while Dominique looked at you both. You supporting him while he was about to faint, while he was to dazed to focus on anything.

Even though you were the marriage breaker, she couldn't help but approve of you both.

Roger looked down at you. "Uh yeah I'm alright." He said staring at you.

You grimaced with all the weight you were carrying. "Good, now get off me. My bones are breaking." You said. He took his arm off you, while you stretched and let out a tiny moan, from all the tension being released.

He straightened his jacket while you acted like a cripple. "Uh, Dom. What are you doing here?" He asked nervously. She stood up and flattened down her dress.

"Just came to have a talk with Y/N." she said looking at the both of you, before a tiny smile appeared on her face. "But from what I've already gathered, I think I have my answer."

Roger and you looked at each other confused. "Answer to what?" You asked.

"That you were made for each other. Roger I'll see you tomorrow for the moving arrangements. And Y/N.... it was nice meeting." Was all she said before walking out the door.