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americas-ass-writing · 1 year

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Invisible

Steve Rogers x avenger!reader (-ish)

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Summary: The newest member of the avengers feels invisible. A shitty mission and social media brings her to her breaking point. See what happens when she confronts the team.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death (briefly)

A/N: not me dipping for like two years and returning. Sorry it took me so long, I'll try to write more often now. Hope you enjoy this little one shot that was caused by me feeling invisible.

Another mission successfully completed. It's your fifth mission as an Avenger and you couldn't be happier that it's over.

Two weeks, two exhausting weeks with Hydra finding their single brain cell and not being predictable this time. But it's over now, you can return home to the tower and spend time with... no one.

The Avengers were nice, they really were. Welcoming you with open arms, always striking up conversation when you were around but you couldn't miss that no one ever asked you to spend time with them besides the team activities. They didn't mean it, you're sure of that but you can't stop the pang in your heart when Wanda and Nat make shopping plans right in front of you and don't invite you. Or when Steve and Bucky plan a little day trip and think of inviting Sam to come along but not you who was sitting right next to him on the couch.

More than once the delivery person forgot your food. Steve was always nice enough to share one of his three portions with you but not even the delivery person struck you as important enough to remember your order.

You find yourself in the hallway after the debrief. Everyone was tired, exhausted and done. Your eyes flicker over the little friend groups building to walk back to the common area together. Clint who has been shot hanging off Natasha's shoulder, laughing at something she said. Sam and Bucky bickering with Steve walking between them like an over exhausted dad. Tony and Bruce talking big ideas to improve suits, weapons and the team. Wanda and Vision lost in each other, holding hands. And then there was you. Standing in the hallway, surrounded by people, watching and still feeling utterly alone. Agents flutter around you, not even giving you a glance. Sometimes you just feel so invisible... So unimportant. Like you shouldn't even be a member of this team.

Tired feet carry you to your room, you take the route that's longer but it avoids the common area. Your heart can only take so much. And all you need right now is a hot shower, your bed and mindless scrolling through social media. You're not even in the mood to eat lunch. At least not in the common room. The stash of protein bars under your bed will have to do.

So you take a long warm shower, letting the water run over your body while Taylor Swift's voice fills the room alongside the humidity that lets the mirror fog. You dry yourself, slip into comfy pyjamas and soon enough your head meets your pillow. You breathe in the scent of home and crawl under the comforter. Finally your hand reaches for your phone. You've been gone for a while, you probably missed some things. Your phone starts up slowly and some notifications come through. You have missed emails -most of them newsletters-, a few notifications of Instagram -celebrities and acquaintances posting things- and no one reaching out to you personally. Your eyes fall shut for a moment as your heart breaks a little more. You really thought you're a decent human being... Why did no one like you? Why did no one think of you?

Your thumb hovers over the Instagram icon, trying to decide if you should open the app. With a sigh you open it, a little mindless scrolling could do no harm. Right?

Wrong. Somehow you land on the official avengers account. Your eyes scanning the pictures. There has been one new post while you were gone - a picture of the team minus you. Wasn't your portrait supposed to be posted to announce you as a new member? Maybe they had to push it back... Or maybe they didn't want you on the account. Would explain why you're the one who's cropped out of the group picture. The caption mentions something about the team answering questions soon and telling people to comment what they always wanted to know. You know that Instagram comment sections are a different kind of world. One that can be really positive or just down right toxic. Yet you still click into it, curious what questions you'd find.

Some of them ask for Natasha's makeup routine, a lot ask for Steve to finally post a shirtless picture on his account, some ask why Bucky always looks so grumpy. There's genuinely nice questions asking for self defense tips or if they can come to schools to visit kids. And then there's the comments that are just plain rude, insulting about any member of the team. And then there's this one...

Cropped the new girl out already huh? Knew that ugly incompetent chick wasn't made for this team. Good riddance.

No matter how hard you tried you couldn't tear your eyes off it. Your pupils scan over the words again and again and again. Till hot tears spilled. Till you completely lost it as an ugly sob tore through you. You weren't good enough for this team, for your family, for your friends, for anyone or anything in this world. You were invisible and you always would be.

Logically you knew that keeping all of this in and being exhausted by the two week long mission was causing this break down. If you would have told someone you felt this way, things would be different. But your emotions got the better of you. Which is how you found yourself on a very determined march to the common area. Jammies on, your phone clutched in your hand, tears streaming down your hardened face. Your brain didn't even process your way here, you just suddenly found yourself in front of the avengers who were eating dinner - without you. You're met with some concerned faces but before anyone can say anything your words cut the thick air.

"I quit." You say, voice wobblier than you intended. The lump in your throat growing by the second. "What? Y/N what brought this on? I know the mission was hard but..." before a very concerned Steve could finish his sentence you cut him off. "This isn't about the fucking mission, Rogers." Your voice is full of venom. "This is about... You know what this is about this" you wave your hand around the room. Gazes turn to confusion. "And this!" You shove your phone into Steve's face, the group picture you've been cropped out of on the display.

"A picture of us? I don't... Understand..." Steve breaks the silence after a moment. "A picture of you. You guys and oh would you look at that... A little bit of my sleeve over there." You point out. "I've been cropped out." You explain further.

"Alright firecracker you know we're not responsible for the account. That's the social teams doing." Tony jumps in. "Yeah. Yeah you're right. You know what's your doing though?" You say as you retract your phone out of Steve's face. You slide it in your pocket and take a steadying breath. "Not inviting me to join activities, not telling the fucking delivery guy that maybe, just maybe there's a new member on the team after he forgot my food for the third fucking time in a row. Skipping my turn to pick a god damn movie because you all forgot to tell me you're doing an improv movie night. Walking back from a debrief in your little groups, none of you even thinking of just waiting a second so I can at least walk with someone. Oh and this. You're having dinner, the team, and who wasn't here until she stormed in? Me." You didn't realise that your voice got louder, the frustration got the better of you. "And it's not just this. No one thinks I belong here. No one in the comments of that post, not the press... Hell, even Friday still calls me recruit. If you don't want a new member on the team just say so. I'll leave. You'll never see me again. I'll turn invisible like I always feel... Like I am." you add quietly now, not even sure if anyone but you heard it. The lump in your throat is impossibly thick and finally it completed its mission and tore another sob from you. It hurts. It hurts to not belong. It hurts to be invisible. There's a short silence before the scraping of a chair on the floor fills the air. Mere seconds later you're wrapped up in strong arms, pulling you into a much needed hug. A large hand rubs your back.

"This is... We don't want you to leave. We... I never noticed we did that... You're just... It has been so long since we added a new member... This is a bullshit excuse I know. I'm sorry." Steve mumbles into your hair. His warmth seeps into your body as your tears wet his shirt. "Why didn't you tell us earlier? You know you can always come to me to talk" he adds softly after a moment. You let out a shaky breath. And another... And another, trying to find your voice after this pathetic performance. "I..." you croak out and immediately stop. Steve's hand rubs up and down your back.

"I felt the same way." The voice of Wanda pulls your face out of Steve's chest, your watery eyes finding hers. "I joined the team after my brother died. I've always been with him. I never felt alone but... Then I did. And believe me they don't do it on purpose. They have their little groups inside of this big one and they don't immediately think about including someone new. I'm sorry that I didn't think about it." She says softly. "I always felt alone in the beginning, I never got invited to go places, the press tore me apart because this random European with weird powers was suddenly a member of the earth's mightiest heroes, the social team didn't post my introduction portrait... I also wanted to quit but... then they organised a dinner with Paprikash... They made it for me because they thought I was homesick... and I realised that they do care about me. And I promise you, we do care about you. Steve made sure to tell the restaurant twice to not forget your order today." She points to the unopened container. "And when Nat wanted to get you for dinner she heard that you were showering and then we assumed you just needed some time for yourself."

Your eyes wander over the concerned faces of the team, then back to Wanda, then to the container of food, then finally to Steve. "You told them to remember my food?" You whisper. He nods immediately.

"Not because I don't like to share mine! Because I thought you'd like yours more and it happened three times already and I..." He gets cut off as you hug him back with a bit too much force. "Thank you" you whisper before you let him go and look at the team. "I'm sorry for the outburst... I... should have said something earlier but I… I felt so invisible and it's not like many people care about me in general and then I read some comments under the post and I... My brain shut off." You look down at your bare feet, not brave enough to face any of them.

"Friday? Please call Y/N firecracker from now on." Tony was the first to speak and as you looked at him in surprise he just gave you a smirk before going back to his food. Other team members give you smiles, small nods, Clint even signs that it's all good to you.

Steve's warm hand finds the small of your back and leads you to the table, to your unassigned spot right next to him. Both of you sit down and you open your food, your heart fills as you see your order. Low chatter fills the room as you eat. Wanda invites you to go shopping the next day, Sam invites you to mario kart after dinner. You feel stupid, oh so stupid. You should have just said something earlier. This all could have been avoided.

"I know why your portrait didn't get posted yet." You frown as you look at Bucky who simply smiles. "Stevie here…" his hand falls on the shoulder of his friend. Steve's eyes fill with dread, his ears turn pink. "...knows that you weren't happy with it. So he told the social team to hold off posting it until he can sketch a new portrait of you." His lips are parted in a shit eating grin. Steve is blushing madly, trying to hide it by staring at the tabletop. His fists clenching.

"You... Want to draw a portrait of me?" You ask softly, looking at the blonde next to you. After a few seconds he simply nods, his eyes still fixed on the table. "Because I didn't like the one the photographer took?" your lips pull into a small smile as he gives you another nod. "Why would you do that?" you ask softly.

"Because he has a big fat..." Bucky starts but is quickly interrupted by a death glare of his blonde friend. The former assassin gets out of his seat and proceeds to put some distance between the two super soldiers, Steve's eyes follow him with the same warning glance.

"...crush on you." Bucky finishes and immediately takes off running. Steve's chair falls to the floor as he jumps up to run after him. Your eyes follow the two of them, Bucky's snickers and Steve's curses filling the air.

Maybe... Just maybe you weren't invisible after all.

And you knew you weren't when Steve found you later that night with the sketch of you in his hand and a confession on his lips.

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stesichoreanpalinode · 4 months

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#too cute #roger taylor #hottest of hot dads #that hand over the eyes move

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babygirl-diaz · 22 days

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Better Man, Worse Breakup (Fanfic)

(Here is the fic that I wrote. I am not too happy with it but whatever)

The room looked like the end of some superhero brawl with tissues strewn about like superhero capes and Dad lying down on the couch looking like a defeated Steve Rogers after Thanos snapped his fingers and vanished half of the world’s population. If that wasn’t enough, “Better Man” by Taylor Swift was blasting through the speakers.

Chris leaned against the door of his room and watched his dad on the couch with a confused look on his face.

“My life is over. Marisol is gone forever. I will never find another woman like her,” Dad dramatically declared.

Chris sighed and asked, “I mean, Dad, do you really want another person like her?”

Dad abruptly sat up on the couch and frowned at his son. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing!” Chris declared, throwing his hands up. “Just that she was clearly wrong for you. She thought you were cheating on her with Buck and then told Tommy which almost broke them up.”

Dad sniffled and shook his head. “She didn’t mean to. She just misunderstood.”

Chris knew that deep down even Dad knew that that was not right. “She misunderstood a lot of things,” he mumbled under his breath.

“She was the love of my life, Chris!” Dad dramatically proclaimed once again.

Chris narrowed his eyes at him, “I think my mom would beg to differ.”

“Shit,” Dad hissed under his breath and then visibly cringed. “I’m sorry! I am such an awful person!”

Chris rubbed his face and let out a frustrated groan. “Dad, that’s not-” He let out a deep breath to calm himself down before taking his phone out of his pocket. “I need to stage an intervention,” he mumbled to himself and texted Buck. -Buck, I love Taylor Swift as much as the next person but if I have to listen to Better Man another time, I will beat the speaker to death with something-

Buck texted back not even a minute later. -Hey, whoa, what are you going on about?-

-DAD! He is wallowing after his break up and it’s getting on my nerves now- Chris texted back and glanced over his dad again.

-Okay, we’ll be right there. Please don’t beat anything to death until we get there.-

Chris heard the same song play all over again and groaned loudly, going back to his room and shutting the door behind him. -I can’t make any promises.-

***

After thirty minutes, there was a knock on the door that resembled the knock from Frozen and Chris knew who it was. He went out to the front door and opened it to reveal Buck and Tommy, both of whom were grinning at him.

“Buck! Tommy!” Chris said excitedly. “I’ve never been happier to see anyone in my entire life.”

Buck pulled Chris into a tight hug and kissed the top of his head. “Hey, kiddo. How are you? Where’s our wounded warrior?”

Once Buck pulled away, Tommy gave Chris a one-armed hug as he was holding a bright teal-colored casserole dish in the other hand. “Don’t worry, Uncle Buck and Uncle Tommy are here. We’re gonna make everything better.”

Chris wanted to correct Tommy that Buck was more than an uncle to him, but he didn’t. Instead, he hugged him back and then pulled away to say, “Thanks, guys. He’s asleep on the couch. Can one of you drop me off at Isaac’s place? He and I have to work on our science project.”

“Sure thing, kiddo,” Tommy replied. “Let me just put this casserole dish in the kitchen and I’ll drop you off.”

“Thanks, babe,” Buck kissed Tommy’s cheek and then let him go.

Tommy navigated through the mess of food, clothes, and tissues on the floor like he was navigating through a minefield as he went to the kitchen.

“I’ll go check on your dad,” Buck told Chris and then tripped over a sock as he went to the couch. Chris caught him cursing under his breath but said nothing.

Buck got down on the floor, next to Eddie’s head and ran his fingers through his hair, “Hey, Eddie.”

***

Tommy came back to find Evan on the floor next to Eddie. He was so gentle with him. There was a pang in Tommy’s heart but he buried it deep inside. Eddie’s eyes opened and he said something to Evan before flinging himself into his arms and taking Evan down with him.

“Marisol left me, Buck. What am I going to do without her?” He said loud enough for Tommy to hear.

He watched as Evan rubbed his back. “Well, for starters, you’re gonna take a shower. You reek, Eds.”

That made Tommy smile and he shook his head before turning off the music. He made a disgusted face at what was on the coffee table. “Is this wasabi?” He asked before picking up a tub and sniffing it. The smell was so pungent, it made him gag.

“No, pretty sure that was supposed to be mint chip ice cream,” Chris informed him.

Tommy turned to give Chris a serious look, “I feel like social services will take you away if they see this”

“Let’s not tell social services then,” Chris shrugged. “Can we go now?”

Tommy looked at Evan and Eddie, who were now on the couch with Eddie’s head on Evan’s shoulder. “Yeah, let’s go,” Tommy replied. “Buck, I’ll be right back.”

Evan waved him off in return.

***

“Tommy?” Chris said when they were in the car.

“Yeah, kiddo?” Tommy asked.

“Thank you for doing this,” Chris replied and offered Tommy a small smile.

Tommy returned his smile and nodded, “For dropping you off? Of course, kiddo!”

Chris shook his head, “No, not for that.” Tommy heard him audibly sigh before he said, “Actually for that too, but mostly for coming by to help take care of Dad. You didn’t have to do that. Especially not with you and Buck being so new to your relationship and probably needing more time with each other.”

Tommy briefly looked over at Chris and gave him a gentle look. “It’s okay, kid. Buck and I are always here for you and Eddie. And Eddie is going through a tough time. We wouldn’t just abandon him.”

“You’re awesome, Tommy,” Chris told him. “Buck is lucky to have you.”

Tommy’s smile got brighter at that. “Thank you, kiddo” He noticed Chris twiddling his thumbs and looking nervous, and wondered if something was wrong. “Is there something else?”

“You know what Marisol said about Dad and Buck isn’t true, right? They aren’t cheating on you with each other”

“Chris-” Tommy started to say but was interrupted.

“No, hear me out. They’ve always been close friends and that’s all they are,” Chris tried to assure him.

Tommy’s heart ached at that. Chris was just a kid. He didn’t need to be worrying about these things. “I know, Chris. I just- I can get a little jealous sometimes. Evan is such a great guy. I don’t wanna lose him.”

Chris nodded slowly. “That’s understandable. And you’re not going to lose him. I can promise you that.”

Tommy smiled at that. “You’re an amazing kid, Chris. Your dad is lucky to have you,” he repeated what Chris told him.

***

Tommy came back to Eddie’s house and knocked on the door. Evan opened it almost immediately and pulled Tommy in for a kiss. “I missed you”

Tommy chuckled at that. “I was only gone for like 10 minutes. Where’s Romeo?”

Buck took Tommy’s hand and led him to the living room. “He’s in the shower.”

Tommy stopped as he took in the sight in front of him of the messy room. “Yeah, I am not sitting until this mess is cleared out. Show me where the vacuum and rags are.”

Evan smirked and winked at him. “I could even show you where the sexy maid’s outfit is”

Tommy kissed him as he smirked and asked, “Does Eddie wear that?”

“You would have to ask, Marisol,” Evan rolled his eyes. “Oh wait, you can’t. She’s gone.”

Tommy smacked Evan’s arm. “You’re so mean”

“She tried breaking us up! Me being mean to her is the least of her worries,” Evan replied and pulled Tommy in for another kiss.

Tommy heard sniffling behind them before Eddie’s voice said, “You two are disgustingly cute.”

Evan immediately pulled away from Tommy. “Sorry, buddy.”

Eddie shook his head and plopped down on the couch with his towel still hanging over his shoulders. “No, don’t be sorry. Just because I am pathetic doesn’t mean you two have to walk on eggshells around me.”

Evan and Tommy sat down on either side of Eddie. Tommy took the towel and started drying Eddie’s hair. “You’re not pathetic, man. You’re just hurting.”

Eddie put his head on Evan’s shoulder and started crying again. “I miss her. I just miss her so much.”

Evan pulled Eddie close and said, “I know, Eds, I know. But you’re going to get through this.”

Tommy watched them and started to wonder again if something was going on between Evan and Eddie.

Evan looked over at Tommy and a knowing look passed his face. “Hold your train of thought right there, Sherlock, Eddie cries like this on my shoulder during a romcom all the time. It’s nothing new.”

Eddie sniffled and looked between Evan and Tommy. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Evan and Tommy said at the same time.

Eddie moved away from Evan and gave them a confused look. “Okay?”

The tension between them could be cut through with a knife, so Tommy quickly said, “ I made casserole! You want some? Okay, scratch that. It’s not even a question. You’re eating that casserole. You look like you’ve been surviving on ice cream and frozen pizzas for a week.”

“That’s because he has,” Evan chimed in. “You get him the food. I’ll clean up in the meantime.”

When they got to the kitchen, Evan pulled Tommy in for another kiss. This time he was more insistent and he lingered for a while. When they pulled away, Evan took Tommy’s hands in his, “YOU are my boyfriend, okay? Not Eddie. I am just here supporting a friend.”

‘I know. I’m just- You two have so much history. I am feeling a little insecure I guess,” Tommy told him and looked down at their hands.

“And that’s perfectly fine. That’s why I’m here to remind you that I like like you,” Evan winked at him.

Tommy chuckled and shook his head. “I like like you too.”

“Good,” Evan replied and kissed Tommy’s cheek.

Evan went back to the living to clean while Tommy took the food to Eddie and gave it to him, sitting down beside him.

Eddie stabbed at the casserole with his fork.

“You’re supposed to eat that. Not murder it,” Tommy reminded him.

“I don’t feel like eating,” Eddie declared.

Tommy rolled his eyes at that. “Man, don’t make me do choo-choo trains to feed you. I don’t think either of us wants to see that.”

“Oh, I definitely wanna see that,” Evan chimed in from where he was vacuuming the floor.

“Shush! You don’t get a say in this,” Tommy told him, cracking a small smile.

“Don’t you shush me, Kinard!”

“Get your pretty ass back to work, Buckley,” Tommy rolled his eyes

Evan shook his ass in their general direction before going back to vacuuming.

Eddie sniffled as he said, “Marisol and I used to banter like that.” He put the food down and picked up his phone instead. He browsed through it before stopping on something. Tommy sneaked a peak to see it was a photo of Eddie and Marisol at Disneyland with Chris. “She laughed at jokes. Even the unfunny ones.”

“Your dad jokes? Seriously? That’s how you know she wasn’t a keeper. You don’t want fake people in your life, Eds,” Evan told him and Tommy threw him a horrified look and shook his head.

Eddie burst into tears again. “She wasn’t fake!”

“Wasn’t she?” Evan asked. “Okay, maybe not fake, but definitely toxic. She thought you were cheating on her with me because she thought we were too close.”

“But we are. I don’t blame her for misinterpreting that,” Eddie replied defensively.

“Then how does Tommy not misinterpret that?” Evan asked

“I mean…” Tommy trailed off, trying to remind Evan that they were just talking about the same thing not even ten minutes ago.

‘Your girlfriend isn’t worth all the telenovela-level drama you got going on here,” Evan told him, ignoring Tommy.

Eddie glared at Evan in return and Tommy immediately stepped in, “Evan, I think you should stop.”

‘I think you should leave. Both of you,” Eddie told them.

Evan threw the vacuum down on the floor and glared at Eddie in return, “You know what? We will! I’ll tell Chris not to worry about you because you’re clearly not worth it.”

“Buck-” Tommy softly started to say, trying to maintain peace.

“You have no right to do that. He’s my son,” Eddie informed him and Tommy noticed him tightening his fist.

“He is my responsibility and if you’re not gonna act like a grown up then someone has to,” Evan threw back.

Eddie stood up and pointed at the door, “I said get out of my house!”

“Okay, both of you shut up!” Tommy yelled. “And sit down!”

Eddie looked determined not to listen but then he huffed and sat back down. Evan sat down on the floor instead.

“Not there, you idiot. Come here and sit beside Eddie,” Tommy told him.

“No, thank you, I’m good,” Evan scoffed.

“Who is acting like a child now?” Tommy asked.

Evan stomped over to the couch and grudgingly took a seat beside Eddie.

‘You guys are best friends and you’re just gonna let something as stupid as this tear you apart?” Tommy asked standing in front of them like some kind of motivational speaker.

“He-” Evan interrupted.

But Tommy immediately shut him down, “Babe, please shut up. You’re supposed to support your friend, not antagonize him. He’s going through something right now and it is your responsibility to have his back.”

“Ha!” Eddie cheered triumphantly.

“And you, you’re not any better,” Tommy turned his attention to Eddie. “You’re moping around like a 15-year-old whose boyfriend ended things with her and now she thinks it’s the end of the world. You have a kid, Eddie. A kid who loves you more than anything in this world. A kid who depends on you. He is not supposed to be the responsible one in this relationship. So yeah, cry, as much as you want, but then pull yourself up too.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie told them ruefully and looked down at his hands.

“Don’t be sorry, Eddie,” Evan gently told his friend. “He’s not saying that to put you down.”

Tommy put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, which forced Eddie to look at him. “I’m really not.”

Eddie closed his eyes and a tear slipped down his cheek. “I know. I just- you guys are so perfect together and I am feeling kinda jealous of that right now.”

‘We are far from perfect, Eddie,” Evan assured him. “We’re still figuring each other out. This is the honeymoon phase you’re seeing us in.”

‘Yeah, and once this passes let’s see where we stand,” Tommy replied.

“Exactly!” Buck chimed in.

“I’m gonna try to do better, you guys. Let’s get this place cleaned up,” Eddie said, getting up from the couch, looking far more determined. “By the way, do you guys think I should text Marisol?”

“NO!” Tommy and Buck yelled at the same time.

***

Chris returned home after a few hours when Isaac’s mom dropped him off. He let himself inside and stopped at the scene in front of him. Buck, Dad, and Tommy were all fast asleep sitting upright on the couch, with Dad in between the two men. They both had a protective arm thrown over him. As Chris took in the sight, he knew that his dad was going to be okay and if he took a photo for possible blackmailing purposes then no one had to know.

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #tommy kinard #christopher diaz #buck x tommy #tuck #911 abc #fanfiction #911 spoilers #kinda #crack fic #attempt at humor

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illfoandillfie · 4 months

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Heyy, i know this is so cheesy and such a trope but can i request 'stuck in a lift' in maybe like a fancy hotel where queen are hosting an afterparty, reader is somehow connected to the band and obviously fancies rog despite thinking he's a bit obnoxious, is heading up to bed, and Roger is going to get something from his room, when bad, they are stuck in the enclosed space for quite some time leading too... 😆

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 21

Okay i've had a vague notion of writing a stuck in a lift fic for like years because someone had requested one when i was doing blurbs another time but i didn't really know what to do with it. So thank you for giving me a reason to think about stuck lifts again! Your ideas were perfect and exactly the jumping off point I needed to actually write it!

Warnings: Roger the flirt, it ends before the real smut because otherwise it would have been too long, so apologies for that, but references to p in v sex and oral sex and handjobs/fingering,

If someone had told you that you’d be attending Queen’s end of tour party, you’d never have believed it. Of course it wasn’t really so mad to suggest you’d get your name on the list. Your dad worked as a roadie, specifically on Queen’s latest tour, so you had an in. The problem was he could be a little protective of you, even though you were a grown woman. Especially around hot young musicians who liked to flirt with anything in a skirt AKA Roger Taylor. As it was when he’d brought you backstage to meet the band he’d watched Roger closely. You’d gotten a bit of a tour of the stage and all the work that went on behind the scenes and Roger had even shown you what the interior of the tour bus looked like. It had made your brain whirl with ideas of what might happen there but those thoughts were dampened by your dad standing to the side glaring daggers at Roger whenever he so much as breathed in your direction. It was a shame since Roger was easily the cutest of the band and the one you found easiest to talk to. He could be a little bit obnoxious sometimes but he was usually sweet and funny. If you were being honest, you were a little pissed your dad had probably scared him off. You wouldn’t have minded something happening if the chance arose, but that wasn’t likely to if he’d been warned off. All the same, once your dad had invited you, you were determined to have fun. Even if you didn’t get to make out with the drummer.

You’d gotten there a little early so you could check in, dump your bags and get changed before heading down to the rapidly filling party. The glitz of it all was almost overwhelming. The band had coopted their hotel’s event spaces entirely, people milling between the three halls and spilling into the main foyer. You were suddenly very thankful your dad had been able to get you a room for the night otherwise you might have been tempted to hookup with someone just to make the night a little easier.

The party ended up being a lot of fun. You ran into a few people you knew – roadies you’d met through your dad, girls who hung around the band – some of them groupies, some not. You had a few drinks, danced for a bit, talked to whoever you bumped into. You even managed to run into all of the boys during the course of the night. Freddie, life of the party as always, was surrounded by a group of people you didn’t know but he pulled you over all the same just to check that you were having a good time. The other three were almost as equally sought after so you barely got to say more than a few words to each before they were whisked off. Still, it was a good night as you bounced around from room to room, taking drinks from the roving waiters, turning down lines from the party animals. But, by one in the morning you’d had your fill. The party was in full swing though the guests had dwindled a little. But you felt as if you’d drunk enough and danced enough and talked to enough people. Making your way across the foyer you bid a few people goodnight and grabbed the first lift heading upstairs. Once inside you breathed a sigh of relief that it was miraculously empty. But that didn’t last long. The doors were beginning to shut when you heard someone call out for you to hold the door. For half a second you contemplated pretending you hadn’t heard but you manners won out and you were glad they had. Roger Taylor was jogging towards you.

He looked a little worse for wear but bright eyed and bushy tailed nonetheless. “Thanks,” he puffed, a little out of breath, “These things take ages for the next one to come,” “No problem. Good party?” “Yeah really good, might be the best we’ve had. You leaving already?” You laughed, “Well not all of us have tour buses we can sleep on while we’re driven around. I have to get myself home in the morning.” He hummed, “You might have more brains than the rest of us then. Sensible girl.” “What are you doing then?” “Oh, getting a pack of smokes. Must have left them in my other jacket and no one wanted to bum me one. Something about me being rich enough to afford my own.” You giggled at Roger’s less than subtle brag. Coming from him it didn’t sound quite as arseholeish as it might have from someone else. Roger was an easy conversationalist and you were happily chatting about what he’d be doing now the tour was over when the elevator made a strange grinding noise. “Well that makes tot- fuck that was a weird nosie.” You said, glancing up at the roof though there was nothing noteworthy there.” Roger seemed as if he were about to say something, hopefully reassuring, when the whole lift jolted and everything went dark.” “What the fuck?” You asked the black space where Roger had been a second before. “Don’t worry,” his voice said from the darkness, “probably just a problem with the electrics in the building. It’s an old hotel and the party’s lighting is probably fucking with things.” “Yeah, you’re probably right,” you said, feeling a little spooked all the same. “They’ll have a backup generator, probably just takes a minute to switch over though.” You counted the seconds in your head as both of you waited to see if he was right and then let out a sigh of relief when moments later the lights flickered back on, though a little dimmer than before. The lift didn’t move but you weren’t too worried. The mechanism probably forgot what floor it was heading to with the power reset and just needed the button pressed again. Roger must have had the same train of thought because he leaned over and hit his floor’s number again. “Get floor 10 for me will you?” “Fuck,” “Yeah good one,” you laughed, “we stuck are we?” Roger turned, for once seeming a little fazed, “Uhh, I think we might be.” “Please tell me you’re joking,” You stepped around him so you could reach the buttons yourself and began hammering the tenth floor button. “I wouldn’t joke about this. But it’s okay, there's an emergency help button. Someone will come for us soon.” You felt less reassured when he pressed it an absolutely nothing happened, “Is it meant to do...nothing?” “I don’t actually know. I was expecting more but maybe it just sets off an alarm somewhere?” He looked over to you, “You’re not claustrophobic are you?” You shook your head. “Okay, good. We might be in here for a little while.” Roger shrugged, back to his usual unflappable self.

“No. No, we can’t be stuck in here.” You moved towards the door and banged a fist against it. Roger watched as he slid down to sit on the floor in the corner. You banged a few more times until Roger finally told you to stop. “People will come when they come. We’ve done all we can. Just sit.” “Jesus Christ. I can’t believe I’m going to die in a dodgy lift with Roger Taylor.” “We’re not going to die, don’t be dramatic. And I’m a little offended thank you very much. There are worse people you could be stuck here with. At least I’m easy on the eyes.” You rolled your eyes before sitting down against the back wall beside Roger. Roger laughed at your reaction, “You’re not bad yourself, by the way. So, y’know, there are ways we could kill some time...” his hand stroked against your calf and you jolted like he’d given you a static shock. “Are you really hitting on me? Now? While we’re stuck in a broken lift?” “Well why not? Just us, a bit of mood lighting, and who knows how long it’ll take them to find us...” his hand rose a little higher. “Aren’t you scared my dad’ll kick your arse?” “Oh terrified. He's much stronger than me. But, well, that’s the beauty of being trapped in here alone. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, or make him hurt me. You laughed again, feeling calmer. “I’m being serious, in case I wasn’t clear. I’ve not hit on you properly out of respect, and maybe fear of your father, but I do think you’re fit. And I think fucking would be a fun way to kill some time in here.” You weren’t really sure what to say so settled for just staring instead. Roger took that as encouragement, “I don’t have any condoms on me but I promise I’ve not got anything. I’m also, not to sound too up myself, a fucking good lay. And I suspect you’ve thought about shagging me before in which case I’d be more than happy to show you my cock for real. It won’t be the most comfortable fuck ever but it’ll be fun and take out mind off our current predicament and we can always move it to my room once we’re out of here. You were still gobsmacked, “I don’t know what to say.” “If it’s the condom thing putting you off I’m happy just to do mouth or hand stuff. Or if you don’t want to do anything that’s fine too, we can find something to talk about instead. But who knows how long we’ll be waiting.” “I’m....fuck it, okay.” Roger broke out into a grin, “I knew you were into me. You definitely wanna?” “Nothing fucking else to do is there,” you laughed, scooting a little closer to Roger, not quite sure how he wanted to go about it.

Roger shifted forward too, angling himself to be in a better position so he could cup your cheek and lean in for a kiss. “Hey,” there was a bang against the door that made you jump apart before your lips had even touched, “You okay in there?” Roger sighed and let his hand drop before he answered, “Yeah, we’re okay.” “Just sit tight, we’ll have you out a jiffy.” “Terrible timing,” you murmured and Roger laughed derisively. There was a lot of talk and banging from the other side and Roger’s gaze flicked in its direction, back to you, to the door again. He shrugged when he next looked at you, “Fuck it, we’ve got time.” His hand was on your cheek again and he was pulling you close, stealing your breath as his lips landed on yours.

The kiss continued until a particularly loud bang reminded you that people would be bursting in imminently. But you didn’t want it to end at all. You wanted to keep kissing Roger, for as long as you could, more if he was still up for it. “Y’know,” you said softly, glancing at the door to make sure no one was about to burst in, “Being trapped in a broken lift if a good excuse for an early night. Maybe we could continue this in your room?” Roger raised his eyebrow at you but then grinned again, “I like the way you think.” You had just enough time to smile conspiratorially before a loud scraping sound made you scramble to your feet and you saw the doors being forced open.

#my writing #my blurbs #blurb advent 2023 #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #i could maybe be convinced to do a part 2 at some point in the new year

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steve-smackdown · 9 months

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THE MATCHUPS HAVE ARRIVED!!!

There are six brackets of 16, meaning that there are 96 participants in total. Brackets 1 and 2 will come out tomorrow, with brackets 3 and 4 Friday and brackets 5 and 6 on Saturday. Here are the matchups, under the cut:

Bracket 1:

Steve the Chameleon (Phineas and Ferb) VS. The Steve Convention (Phineas and Ferb)

Stephanie Meanswell (LazyTown) VS. Stefan Karl Stefansson (Real Life)

Steve Jobs (Real Life) VS. Steve Cobs (Inanimate Insanity)

Steve “Patch” Johnson (Days of Our Lives) VS. Stefano DiMera (Days of Our Lives)

Steve Rogers (Marvel) VS. Steven Grant (Marvel)

“Stone Cold” Steve Austin (WWE) VS. Steve Austin (The Six Million Dollar Man)

Steve (Wii Sports) VS. Steven (Wii Sports Club)

Steph (Wii Sports) VS. Stéphanie (Wii Sports Resort)

Bracket 2

Steve McQueen (House MD) VS. Steve the Monkey (Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs)

Steve the Vehicon (Transformers) VS. Steve from Accounting (Transformers: Botbots)

Steven Stevenson (Dayshift at Freddy’s) VS. Steve Stevens (Even Stevens)

Uncle Steve (Regular Show) VS. Pizza Steve (Uncle Grandpa)

Steven Moffat (Real Life) VS. Steven Taylor (Doctor Who)

Steve (You, Me, and Steve by Garfunkel and Oats) VS. Steve (Epic Rap Battles of History)

Steve Palchuk (Tales of Arcadia) VS. Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Steve Trevor (Wonder Woman) VS. Stephanie Brown (DC Comics)

Bracket 3:

Steve Burnsides (Resident Evil) VS. Stefano Valentini (Evil Within 2)

Steve Urkel (Family Matters) VS. Steven Keaton (Family Ties)

Steven the Bus Stop (Milo Murphy’s Law) VS. Steel Vengeance [aka SteVe] (Cedar Point)

Steven (Papa Louie) VS. Steve Smith (American Dad)

Eh! Steve! (Homestar Runner) VS. Steve (Tankman)

Steve the Hedge (Over the Hedge) VS. Steve the Red Pikmin (Chuggaconroy)

Stefan Domaschke (Die Wilden Hühner) VS. Steven von Namtzen (Lord John)

Steve Hardy (General Hospital) VS. Stephen Strange (Marvel)

Bracket 4:

The Steve Army (Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series) VS. Steven Steel (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Stevie Nichols (Wizards of Waverly Place) VS. Stevie Nicks (Real Life)

Steve Haines (Grand Theft Auto 5) VS. Steve Hale (Full House)

Ninja Steve (WarioWare: Gold) VS. Steve (NES Open Tournament Golf)

Stephen King (Real Life) VS. Steve (Book Scavenger)

Stevens (Emma: A Victorian Romance) VS. Steeve (Deep Rock Galactic)

Steve McCroskey (Airplane!) VS. Steve McGarrett (Hawaii 5-O)

Steven Armstrong (Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance) VS. Stefan (Fire Emblem)

Bracket 5:

Steve (The Owl House) VS. Steve (Bigtop Burger)

Steve (Minecraft) VS. Steve Carlsberg (Welcome to Night Vale)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) VS. Steve (She Kills Monsters)

Steven Carter (Torchwood) VS. Stefan Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries)

Steve (Blue’s Clues) VS. Steven Spielberg (Real Life)

Steven Franklin (Babylon 5) VS. Steve Jinks (Warehouse 13)

Stephen Bonnet (Outlander) VS. Steve Randle (The Outsiders)

Steve (hi, i’m steve) VS. Stefon Meyers (Saturday Night Live)

Bracket 6:

Steve Stronghold (Sky High) VS. Steven Stone (Pokémon)

Steve (Cucumber Quest) VS. Steve Irwin (Real Life)

Stephen Hawking (Real Life) VS. Steve Harvey (Real Life)

Stevie Wonder (Real Life) VS. Steve Taylor (Coupling)

Stephano (The Tempest) VS. Stephen (Shin Megami Tensei)

Stephen Gevanni (Death Note) VS. Steven Crain (The Haunting of Hill House)

Stephen Stills (Scott Pilgrim) VS. Stephen Sondheim (The Unsleeping City)

Steph (Pride) VS. Steve (Dark Cloud)

quick side note: every matchup from round 4 to round 6 was randomly decided, as i had ran out of connections to make. no matchups were created with the intention to get rid of a character.

#steve smackdown #the matchups

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steveshaped · 5 months

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i knew you'd come back to me

a/n: i was searching for a christmas fic with steve, a little bit of fluff and a whole lot of angst. this is just me scratching that itch. btw this is a sideblog which i'm using to write and i don't know if i will continue using it or not.

anyway, this is entirely inspired by my obsession with cardigan by taylor swift so... here we are.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

content warnings: angst, fem! implied reader but can be read as gn! too. the snap didn't happen but time travel did, go along with it, would you? kinda sad ending maybe.

you stare at the pumpkin cookie dough as thoughts of last december creep in. snow, spaghetti, sparkling champagne, shortcakes, silver on the table and these cookies.

those were the kind of dinners you had with steve.

gooseflesh erupted on the back of your neck as you felt the cold air seep in through the door as someone walked in, snapping you out of the memory.

"good evening, would you like to order a coffee?" you ask customarily as you get ready to take his order.

"uh, yeah, can i get a pumpkin spiced latte with vanilla?"

you look up at the guy, almost hoping to see someone else. steve always ordered that since the first time you suggested it to him.

white snow and black coffee, that's who he was before he met you. until you started adding more spice to his life.

it was the middle of december and for some reason you've had steve on your mind all day long. the last time that you had thought of him was when a memory popped up on your phone with a picture of the two of you. you've since deleted all the pictures from your phone (of course, after taking a backup) but that was when you'd finally taken a step to put it past you. that was when you'd decided to stop making yourself suffer in the tiniest of ways.

today was not helping.

today had been full of coincidences. if that's what it still was, a coincidence. you had gone to pick up your dress from the dry cleaners after your daily run in the morning and you'd seen the exact pair of levi's that steve owned. perhaps not the exact one because this pair had a huge stain on it. so you wound up thinking about the night when he'd been wearing those when he took you out on a date and you both ended up drinking a lot of wine with dinner. he was barely intoxicated, obviously– but being around your silly goofy drunk self made him less sober. and when you both stumbled into your home, unable to locate the light switches– steve opened your curtains whilst you played some music from your phone and took out the good wine for the both of you to have. then your favourite song came on and steve asked you to dance– the streetlight streaming in– illuminating his face– he almost looked younger, carefree, more than you'd ever seen him. you leaned your head on his shoulder as he placed his hands on your waist, both swaying with the beat.

you remember that later when you'd changed into your sweats and crept into the bed with him, you were grateful that it was a sunday the next day and you'd be lucky enough to wake up next to him rather than be greeted with an empty bed as usual. steve adjusted as you climbed under the covers with him and his hand crept up your back, under your sweatshirt, trailing your spine– always at the same spot. as you tried to fall asleep, you spent some time tracing the stretch marks on his arms. the ones he said he had gotten when he was treated with the supersoldier serum and his body grew too quickly, too soon. he wore a thrifted vintage tee, the one he'd found when you took him to your favourite thrift shop down the street. not quite as old as him, but then again, only a few things were. somehow he gravitated towards them, feeling a kinship towards the lost things of the world. it was the same tshirt you'd seen a dad wearing in the park you'd gone to for your morning run.

normally you didn't have time to notice your body when you got ready for work. but today you noticed the constellation of stars tattooed on your knee. the ones he'd drawn after you slipped and fell in the shower and ended up with a large bruise and swollen knee. steve took care of you the whole day, he gave your knee kisses 'to make it heal faster', the way his ma used to. when he was finally leaving the next morning to go on a mission with nat, he drew those stars– a kiss that would stay with you. you waited for your knee to get better, wrapping it up and making the ink last longer on your skin till you could finally make it permanent.

but it was inevitable, you always knew you'd loose him. every time he went on a mission, every moment he wasn't with you, you were preparing yourself for it.

only when you had started to feel more secure– only when you'd catch yourself daydreaming of a future with him– that was when you'd lost him. you remember the car ride to the train station when he was leaving again for new york that week. you'd been feeling odd that day, for no apparent reason. you assured yourself that steve will come back soon. he'd been living with you for the past couple of months until he got a call from tony (only that it was bruce) telling him about some infinity stones.

the steve you knew, listened to you. when he left, he'd grown out his hair and beard on your suggestion– that was your steve. not the version that everyone else knew. the steve you knew was a human being who sometimes made mistakes, occassionally had mood swings, on some days he loved you more and other days not so much (on days you'd had another one of your fights about his retirement) but at the end of the day, he was yours. that's what you thought.

everyone else thought that if anything, steve was loyal. but when the war was over and steve left with the infinity stones, you sat in your home waiting. for days and days you had waited. but there was no news of him. had something happened to him? did he need saving? if so, why didn't anyone go back for him? and no one would say anything. not even bucky. you weren't sure if you had to grieve or not. the only thing you knew was that steve was alive. he didn't come back to you though.

until tonight, when you came back home to find someone sitting on your porch, waiting for you. it took you some time to register. it was steve, it really was him but, he was older. much much older than the steve you knew.

"y/n"

"steve" you said, surprisingly with a steady voice. you didn't know if that made you look brave or detached. would it make him think that what you had was not real? but if he really went back to live his life then did he ever think of your relationship as something real?

"can we talk?" he asked. his voice was heavier, older too. you let the man in. made him a fresh cup of coffee.

"the cold really hits you at this age" he says and you laugh out loud. steve was never cold, even when you'd be shivering with teeth chattering cold, you could still find him to be perfectly warm. on occasions you have used him as a human heat regulator. you hand him a hot cup of coffee as you sit down on the couch.

he explains what happened. he explains how he chose peggy. he was a loyal man after all, he had to show up for the promised dance. and he stayed, he wanted to. but he didn't want to hurt you. you'd only been together for how long? you let him finish because you didn't want to fight him. you don't even know how to anymore because this man wasn't the steve you knew. this man had lived his life.

so you let him finish his story. about how he'd passed on his shield to sam. how he needed to come back a last time to explain everything to you because you didn't deserve what he did to you. it took him months because he was sorting out legal stuff. and then some more time to decide what to say to you. and here he was.

last christmas you had steve, tackling you with kisses. a dust of sugar on your nose that he licked up for you. and the sweet aftertaste in his mouth when he kissed you right after. of steve, of sweet vanilla and pumpkin spice from his coffee that he'd had earlier.

you had met him on the train from new york. you'd get to talking around when he way eyeing your cookies (which smelled delicious, who wouldn't?) and so you ended up offering him some. you had some pretty good laughs on that ride, and you didn't mind that he finished up your snack. you'd only known him as steve. so when he asked you out on a date while geting off on the station, you weren't surprised– he was a charming man. and you weren't afraid of admitting that he had your heart right then.

and it's hard to believe that it was only last year that steve was here, putting up the ornaments on the tree for you, massaging your feet after you came home from a very busy day at the cafe, him kissing you at midnight on new years. why is everything so different now? you couldn't help but wonder, what if it wasn't? what if that steve was still here?

but he wasn't. and for that you forgive him, you had to. for your own good. he chose peggy and you forgive him because what you had with him was enough for you.

you never did hope for a lifetime with him.

what you had was a lifetime.

"it's okay steve" you said. and he knew that you were okay then, that you will be okay without him.

that night was the last you saw of him, you sat beside him with your head on his shoulder, breathing him in for the last time as you held his warm hand between your cold palms. and before he left, you kissed his cheek for the last time. you had him at last. he came back to you. and your's was the last kiss he would hold.

#steve rogers x reader #christmas vibes #captain america #marvel imagine #steve rogers imagine #captain america imagine #steve rogers x you #steve rogers au #steve rogers x gn!reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers

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softspaceboibrian · 2 years

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softspaceboibrian MASTERLIST

hello, lovelies! this is everything I've ever published here on tumblr, or at least it should be. enjoy! <3

Ted Lasso

Jamie Tartt

The Heart Wants What It Wants

Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago || A Jamie Tartt Story

Prologue

Chapter 1

Stranger Things

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy || Eddie Munson I have a taglist for this, so if you would like to be added, please let me know!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

more to come....

Marvel

Eternals

He would never admit it || Druig

X-Men

Nightmares || Warren Worthington III (Angel)

You Over Everything Else || Warren Worthington III (Angel)

Queen & Bohemian Rhapsody cast

Journeys End in Lovers Meeting (Professor!Gwilym Lee x student)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Kisses Series

Gwilym Lee: Unspoken Feelings

Ben Hardy: A Goddess Among Men

John Deacon: Reading Session

Ben Hardy

My Girl

Long Enough

Private After After Party (smut)

Golden Slumber

One More Present

Wouldn’t Have It Any Other Way

With A Little Help From My Friends

Gwilym Lee

Roll With It

The Rest of My Life

Roger Taylor

Bad Habit (song fic)

Rog and the Flying TVs

Our Castle

Brian May

You Need to Relax (smut)

Headcanons

Valentine’s day

Imagine being the daughter of a Queen member

BoRhap boys’ as dads

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taylorhawkins · 1 year

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“My music career started with women” - Taylor Hawkins (full interview)

My paternal grandmother, Josie Hawkins, grew up in the Great Depression and lived in Jackson, Mississippi. She’d throw us grandkids into the back of her old Buick while wearing giant sunglasses and listening to Kenny Rogers. She was a sweet woman who cooked amazing soul food. She didn’t know how to sit still. She lived almost to age 90 and was the matriarch of the Hawkins family.

My mum, Elizabeth Ann Hawkins, had her demons and a dark side. She was full of love, sweetness and tenderness and the total opposite of my dad [Terry]. She always believed in me. I would stand in front of her as a kid and sing, impersonate or dance for her. When I first got drums, she was the one who would watch me play. She was a big supporter and told me I’d make it. She counteracted Dad’s stony coldness, typical of a ’70s man.

I remember going to my first rock concert in 1982 to see Queen. I told Mum, “I’ll play that stadium one day.” She looked at me with eyes that matched my ambition. Mum was always there for me emotionally. She let me open up to her and showed me it was okay to have a gentle side.

Mum was a little absent sometimes because of her demons and my older sister Heather took up a lot of that slack. When dinner didn’t get finished because Mum had passed out on the couch, Heather was the one who made sure everything ran smoothly. My mum died from an aneurysm, nine months after Dad died in 2011 from emphysema. They loved each other, but for the last five years of his life it was Mum who took care of him. I saw this great release in Mum’s eyes after he died because she’d been carrying his oxygen tank everywhere they went. They were like best friends; they lived a full life. But there was tragedy, too.

Heather is the toughest member of our family. She’s the middle child and can still boss us all around. While my dad worried I’d live on his couch for his whole life because I was some loser musician, he never had to worry about Heather. My older brother, Jason, followed in Dad’s footsteps and became a businessman.

My celebrity crush was Olivia Newton-John. I noticed her in Grease, but even earlier than that I fell in love with her country songs. I was around three when I heard Have You Ever Been Mellow. There was something in her voice that I loved before I saw her.

My music career started with women; I first came to Australia playing in Alanis Morissette’s band – I owe so much to her. I recorded with many women on my most recent album with the Coattail Riders, Get the Money: Chrissie Hynde, LeAnn Rimes and Heart’s Nancy Wilson. I did ask Olivia Newton-John but her management never got back to me. Maybe one day.

I married Alison Hawkins in 2005. We have three children [Oliver, 13, Annabelle, 12, and Everleigh, 7]. There’s a song on Get the Money called I Really Blew It, which is for those men who think they can win an argument with their missus! I only speak for myself, but the man will always lose because the woman has the power.

I wrote a song about Annabelle called Middle Child. There’s a line, “you clean your mess up almost every night”, and she does. It’s tough being a middle child – but she is my twin and I love her so much.

#I debated posting this I know it’s very personal #but then figured if he put it out there it must be ok #so here it is #taylor hawkins #about t #interviews & articles #alanis morissette #alanis days #foo fighters #alison hawkins #so sweet i love him and miss him so so so much

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