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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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matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl · 11 months

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something with roger being a single daddy and the reader is a baby sitter 🤩

Just A Babysitter

Pairing: Late 80s!Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, sexual innuendos, age gap (20s and 40s), smut, subtle dominance + submission, oral f!receiving. Please let me know if there are any more I should add!

Wordcount: 2.7k

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As you’ve grown from a young woman to an adult, and changed employment, you had strictly forbidden romantic relationships in the workplace. It was unprofessional and made things complicated. It was difficult to keep that rule when your employer was the dreamiest man you’ve ever seen. It also didn’t help that you babysat his children for a living. The kids were an absolute delight and brightened up when you arrived every morning to take care of them. You always looked forward to seeing them, but on the other hand, there was their father. Their father was a big-shot rockstar, Roger Taylor. The Roger Taylor. Your heart fluttered every time you saw him, and your face brightened whenever he gave you a heartfelt thank you for watching over his children. He made it so difficult to keep your personal vow.

You arrived at the house just like any other day, bright and early in the morning as usual to help the kids get ready for their day. Roger was there, of course, but was expected to leave shortly after to attend to some Queen business. “Kids! Y/N is here!” you hear Rogers' voice call out as you enter the home, and see a little boy run up to you, with tired eyes and messy brown hair. “Good morning, Felix,” you smile as you comb your fingers through his hair. “Hi, Y/N,” he says as he gives you a hug around the hips.

“Where’s your little sister?” you ask. “With Papa,” he replies as he brings you to the kitchen where Roger is holding baby Rory, who isn't exactly a baby anymore as her 2nd birthday has just passed. “Good morning, Sir,” you smile as you offer to take Rory out of his arms. Roger laughs. “Please, Y/N. I’ve told you a million times. Roger is just fine,” he says. You swallow slowly before giving him a nod. “Right, Roger. Sorry,” you say and laugh.

With Rory now in your arms, Roger was free to go get ready for his conference. Usually, he would have Dominique watch the kids, but with the divorce being recently finalized, you were needed more frequently. That was another factor that made it so difficult to keep romance out of the workplace. He was single and looking because you'd watch him get ready out of the corner of your eye and could smell the expensive cologne on him as he left. Even if he was single, it was completely out of the question to have a relationship with him. It wouldn't be right to the kids to have their nanny dating their dad.

As you finish fixing breakfast for the kids, Roger returns to the kitchen to give each kid a hug and a kiss. “Papa will be back very soon, okay?” he tells them in a reassuring tone. He turns to you, his instincts telling you to treat you the same as the kids, but then he remembers youre not his wife, and just the nanny.

“Good luck at the, uh-”

“Conference,”

“Yes. Good luck at the conference,” and with that, Roger slips on his sports jacket and leave the house.

“Why were you so weird with Papa?” Felix innocently asks. You laugh. “Its nothing. Now, come on. Eat your eggs.” But you knew it wasn't just nothing. You knew the way your heart skipped a beat wasn't nothing, and you knew the way Roger looked at you with those piercing blue eyes wasn't just nothing.

Hours later you prepared the kids for bed, and once they were both tucked in you gave them a kiss on the head and left their room, obviously leaving the door open a crack in case one of them had another nightmare like usual.

You sat down on the large sectional sofa, and hours go by as you aimlessly watch television while you await their father's return. The window of time the children usually have their nightmares had passed, and you were glad they will be sleeping soundly tonight.

You hear the front door unlock and click open. That’s your queue to grab your purse and get up to leave. “The kids are in bed,” you say as you round the corner to meet Roger there. “Great, thank you, love,” he says, then his cheeks go red at the realization of what he said. Your face goes equally as flushed as his. Roger Taylor just called you ‘love’. “I mean- uh. Thanks, Y/N,” he says in an attempt to correct himself, but we both knew what he said and neither of us would forget any time soon.

“You're welcome,” you say humbly. “I- um. I’ll be going now,” you say, but Roger stays in front of the door, guarding it. “Why don't you stay for a bit? You know, have a drink,” he suggests. “Bet you deserve one after having to deal with those hell-raisers all day,” he laughs, and you laugh with him. It's one thing to have a little crush on your boss, but to have drinks with him? That was a completely different story. “Sure, why not,” you agree nonetheless.

You head to the kitchen and take a seat at the breakfast bar while Roger fixes you both a glass of wine. “I prefer not to keep any hard liquor in the house,” he explains. “Not good for you,” he chuckles. You watch as he pours two small glasses of wine. “Also not a good impression on the kids. I’m getting too old of Southern Comfort, anyways.” You laugh. “Youre not old!” you insist, and Roger scoffs. “I’m turning forty this summer.” Maybe he was kinda old.

You hold in a laugh but fail, and his face goes red. “So, uh- how was that conference?” You ask as you take a small and slow sip of the wine. Yum. It must be expensive. “Boring. They kept asking about my personal life when really what I’d like to talk about is the music,” he explains before sipping his portion of the wine, and you could tell that he wished it was a bottle of vodka. You couldn't help but notice how his hand wrapped around the dainty wine glass, and how his free hand felt the smooth texture of the countertop, wishing that the hand was touching you instead.

You nod and respond in an understanding way. “But that’s done with for now. I’ve gotten used to it, anyway,” he explains. He perks up as he changes the subject. “How were the kids? Well behaved, I hope,” he asks. You smile at the thought of the kids. You considered them your own at times. “They're great. You’ve raised them well,” you say, and he smiles. “Well, with help from you, of course. I’d be stranded without your help,” he chuckles, but you can tell he means it sincerely. “I like seeing you with the kids,” he says sheepishly. “You know, like as a mother figure,” you smile at his words. “Not that youre old enough to be their mother, or that I want you to be their mom. Not that you being their mom would be a bad thing-”

You watch as his hand trembles. “Roger,” you say as you grab his hand over the counter. “Calm down.” He laughs. “Sorry,” he chuckles until he notices your hand. It was soft and warm. He holds it, almost like it was his natural instinct to.

“Your nails…” he whispers as he admires the dark red polish. “They’re nice. Your colour,” he says, and you blush. The calm yet slightly flushed appearance you had was nothing close to how you felt. You were about to burst at the seams. Even for his age, nearing his mid-forties, Roger was handsome as ever and knew just how to make a woman fold.

He notices how you don't retract your hand. He waltzes around the counter, meeting you on the other side. “You know,” he says, taking a sip of his wine slowly. “Seeing you every day, I can’t help but notice the way you look at me,” you swallow thickly, your hand now trembling in his as he slowly wraps his free hand around your waist. “The desire, the thirst,” his hand trails up and down your side, and you shiver with each touch. “The itch you’re begging to be scratched. An emptiness only I can fill.”

You wanted to scoff and claim that it was completely false, but the problem was that he was entirely correct. You can feel his breath on your lips, the smell of wine seeping into your nose mixed with the expensive cologne he always wore. You were speechless. Completely and utterly speechless. A man has never rendered you this helpless before.

“Roger… I-”

“What is it, love?” That fucking pet name again.

“I need you.” You finally said it. You said what you have been wishing to scream for what felt like a lifetime. You needed him in every aspect. And finally, he kissed you. The Roger Taylor kissed you. If the press found out he had the hots for a girl barely in her 30s, they would go on a rampage.

Roger's strong hands come to your head, gently cradling your head as he kisses you passionately, like somebody reuniting with their lover after years of no contact. His tongue explores your mouth. You were shy, but his eagerness broke your shell, and you can’t keep your hands off him. Your hands run down his chest, his button-up shirt still keeping his body concealed. Oh, how bad you wanted to rip it off.

Your hands move further down, gripping his waistband before palming him. The drummer bites his lip as he parts from your lips, kissing down your neck as he searched for your sensitive spot. “Somebody’s needy,” he grins. You whine at his teasing. “Shut up,” you mutter. “Is that any way to talk to your boss?” You froze. “I’m kidding,” Roger smiles as he kisses you again. He grabs your hips, picks you up and places you on the counter. “How’d you feel if I took you right here, right on the counter?” he hums quietly into your neck. You hold back a moan from his words. “Gonna be a good girl for me?” he whispers, and you nod. “Gonna be so good,” he smiles, giving you another kiss on the lips.

“What about the kids? What if they hear- or- or what if they come down?” you worry, but Roger puts those worries at ease. “You’re just gonna have to be quiet, then.”

You begin unbuttoning his shirt, finally allowing you to see his chest. He wasn't fit, but he wasn't overweight, either. A perfect blend of the two. You attach your lips to his collarbone, sucking a hot welt onto his skin. He groans at the suctioning sensation and he couldn't help but imagine how’d that feel on his cock.

Roger begins to remove your top. He watches in awe as your breasts become exposed. He reached up, gently grasping them, kneading the soft flesh in his palms. “Fuck me…” he whispered, not giving a damn if you heard. In a similar fashion as you did, he begins kissing your breasts, then sucking multiple hickeys on your chest. He marked you. You were officially his.

“Baby…” you beg as you reach down to undo his belt. “I need you.” That wasn't a beg. You were demanding. You needed him, and you were going to get him. You could already see his erection pleading for attention through his pants. You let it free, watching as it springs out as his pants and underwear pool at his ankles.

You bite your lip at the sight of his reddened cock. “Let me suck it, please,” you hum as you begin stroking him gently, and a whimper comes from him. Roger shakes his head. “No, not right now. After, maybe. I’m not gonna last long,” he huffs. The thought of Roger coming quickly because of you made you need him even more.

“Want you so bad, baby,” he whispers. You smirk. “If you want me so bad, then fuck me.” He wastes no more time to get your pants off. He removes your panties, grinning at the wet fabric. “So wet for me,” he hums, running his fingers through your slick. “Wanna taste you so bad…” he says as he collects your wetness on his fingers and licks it off. “So good,” he hums.

Roger pulls you closer to the edge of the counter, kneeling down as he buries his head between your legs. You moan as he eats you like a starved animal. “Roger- I… fuck,” you try your best to shut up, but the pleasure was far too much to handle. Your moans were like music sent from the heavens and transcribed by God himself. “Roger. Baby, stop,” you plead. He looks up at your with his worry-filled blue eyes. “What?”

You can't help but smile at his innocent look. You comb your fingers through his blonde hair. “I’m not gonna last too long, either,” you say. “I’ll let you eat me out all you want after I’ve had you inside me.” The word inside made Roger shiver. He agrees, picking himself up from the kitchen floor as he aligns his tip with your pulsing entrance. “Ready?” he asks as if it were your first time. You nod, and he begins pushing inside you. You let out a moan, quickly covering your mouth with your palm as he enters you, inch by inch filling you up entirely. Fuck, he was big. You whine into your hand as he stretches you out.

“Youre so tight for me, baby girl. Fuck. Feels so good,” he whispers. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size before he begins thrusting. You involuntarily rolled your hips against him, letting out muffled moans into your palm, but your grip was weak. The pleasure was rolling through your body, and you struggled to keep a firm grip on your mouth.

Roger replaces your hand with his, his larger palm doing the job way better. “Fuck. Wish I could hear you loud and clear. Wish I could hear you moan my name,” you wished the same thing. You wanted to moan in his ear and feel as his length twitch inside you.

He pistoned in and out of you, quickly becoming a groaning mess. It was obvious that Roger hadn't had sex in a while. He whimpered in your neck, hot and heavy breath hitting your skin as he became close already. “M’ gonna come, baby. Fuck. Gonna come,” he groaned. He moved his free hand between your bodies, quickly circling your clit like his life depended on it.

“Where do you want it, love?” Roger asks as he removes his palm from your mouth. A strained moan comes out, you attempt to swallow down any others to stay quiet. “In- inside,” you beg. “Come in me. I need you to fill me up.” You had never sounded so helpless before.

Roger's hand moved faster and faster. “Come for me first, baby. Come on my cock,” he whispers. “Be a good girl for me.” He didn't cover your mouth again, welcoming your moans. You took the risk, even if the kids might be able to hear you.

Your hips jerked as the pleasure became too much and the overstimulation began to rise just as your moans became louder and high pitched. Your moans were just enough to push Roger over the edge, but he held off just long enough to make you finish. Your walls tensed around him, your body became stiff as your orgasm washes over you, and your eyes roll back into your head.

Roger finally allowed himself to come, his seed quickly fills you up just as you wanted. “Just like that, babygirl. Fuck. So good for me,” he whispers, talking you through your orgasm as both of your pleasures slowly subsided.

You've never experienced anything like that. Sure, you've come before and had sex obviously, but nothing that intense. Nobody had made you like that before. “You were… amazing,” you manage to get out once you took back control of your breath.

Roger smirks. “God… me? No, love. You were absolutely fantastic.” No wonder women couldn't get enough of him, but now, he was the one who couldn't get enough of you.

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Is this the real life?…Is this just fantasy?” 46 years ago today - 24 August 1975 – A masterpiece was born! Queen starts recording their defining hit ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ at Rockfield studio’s in Wales. The band sang their vocal parts continually for 10-12 hours per day, three days straight, resulting in 180 separate vocal overdubs!Producer, Roy Thomas Baker, the man ultimately responsible for assembling the near 6 minute epic, describes Bo Rhap's creation thus: "Freddie was sitting in his apartment and he said,

'I've got this idea for a song.' So he started playing it on the piano - it had some words missing and there were some bits of melody he hadn't worked out - just the basic framework. Then he stopped and said, 'Now dears, this is where the opera section comes in' I went, oh my God..." "It was going to be a brief interlude of few Galileos and then we'd get back to the rock part of the song. When we started doing the opera section properly it just got longer and longer, and we added more and more blank tape. Every day we though, 'It's done now', and then Freddie would come in with another lot of lyrics and say, 'I've added a few more Galileos here, dear,' and it just got bigger and bigger." - Mojo 1999“

I remember Freddie coming in with loads of bits of paper from his dad’s work, like Post-it notes, and pounding on the piano,” Brian May said in 2008. “He played the piano like most people play the drums. And this song he had was full of gaps where he explained that something operatic would happen here and so on. He’d worked out the harmonies in his head.”Freddie told bandmates that he believed he had enough material for about three songs but was thinking about blending all the lyrics into one long extravaganza. The final six-minute iconic mini rock opera became the band’s defining song. A week was devoted to the operatic interlude, for which Mercury had methodically written out all the harmony parts. For the grand chorale, the group layered 160 tracks of vocal overdubs (using 24-track analogue recording), with Mercury singing the middle register, May the low register and drummer Roger Taylor the high register (John Deacon was on bass guitar but did not sing). Mercury performed with real verve, overdubbing his voice until it sounded like a choir, with the words “mamma mia”, “Galileo” and “Figaro” bouncing up and down the octaves. All these years later, it's the song's operatic climax that remains its most stunning, almost superhuman, accomplishment, as it required them to clock 10-to-12 hour days over a three-week period and in some sections featured 180 separate overdubs in order to flesh out an entire choir. “We ran the tape through so many times it kept wearing out,” May said. “Once we held the tape up to the light and we could see straight through it, the music had practically vanished as we recorded so intensely. Every time Fred decided to add a few more ‘Galileo’s we lost something, too.” Mercury had supposedly written “Galileo” into the lyrics in honour of May, who had a passionate interest in astronomy and would later go on to earn a PhD in astrophysics.“Freddie was a very complex person; flippant and funny on the surface, but he concealed insecurities and problems in squaring up his life with his childhood,” said May. “He never explained the lyrics, but I think he put a lot of himself into that song.”When the band was finally done, their label EMI was, to put it mildly, quite unimpressed. Although, to be fair, the suits' reasons were typically business-oriented, as "Bohemian Rhapsody's" edged close to the six-minute mark, well beyond the limit favored by commercial radio. Instead, the label suggested they release Deacon's excellent "You're My Best Friend" as first single from ‘A Night at the Opera,’ but Queen wouldn't hear of it, and it only took a moment for the immediate support of DJs (Kenny Everett in particular, played the song 14 times in one weekend, sparking the attention of listeners) across Britain to prove EMI wrong.This timeless classic was released in the U.K. on Oct. 31, 1975, "Bohemian Rhapsody" would be No. 1 by Christmas and then hold the spot for nine weeks. Its commercial fortunes were undoubtedly helped by the pioneering music video shot by Queen to stand in for them on Top of the Pops while they were already back on tour by the time they were invited to appear. Meanwhile, their single was also on its way to No. 1 in Canada, New Zealand, the Netherlands and Belgium, earning Top 10 honors in multiple other countries and peaking at No. 9 in America, where it eventually became a million-seller.Roy Thomas Baker said, "The thing that makes Bohemian Rhapsody most ageless is the fact that it didn't confine to any given genre of music. It doesn't compete with anything. It's in a world of its own." Here’s the amazing videohttps://youtu.be/fJ9rUzIMcZQT

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Queen + Paul Rodgers live at the Arena in Sheffield, UK - October 19, 2008

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“I still remember Queen + Paul Rodgers at Sheffield from the Rock The Cosmos Tour. Every single second of that night is burned into my memory, I have never been able to recall any other night as vividly as that. In the weeks preceding Q+PR at Sheffield, I'd been pleading with my parents to buy a ticket to see them (there were two left), and I even said to get me the ticket instead of any birthday gifts. One day I came home, and my mum and dad were on a seating plan of Sheffield Arena, talking to me about a seat they'd found; C21. Yes, I still remember the seat. They asked if it was okay, I was a bit disappointed there was nothing closer or in the standing area, but then it was my mum who said "Well guess what, we've booked it. You're going". My reaction was a complete stunned silence, then I went totally ballistic with excitement. On the night, my aunt my grandad and my mum came drove me up to Sheffield; I couldn't sit still for the whole journey. Along the way we listened to my copy of The Cosmos Rocks, and even then there was something unique about the night, just listening to that amazing sound of Queen + Paul Rodgers on the way there. When I got to the arena, I shuffled through the sea of people, and then I went inside. THE STAGE!!!! That's one sight I will never forget, when I saw the drumkit I was like, holy crap thats Roger Taylor's kit!! When I got into the arena, it turned out C21 didnt exist in the arena. So I went to the box office, and they re-assigned my ticket to B16. So I ended up being closer than I originally was going to be! I remember waiting patiently for the introduction, at about 7:45, some of the lights in the Arena went down, and the whole place erupted into a cheer. Then at around 8:00pm, all of the lights went down. The screen burst into life; and then came on the intro from Cosmos Rockin' played over the tannoy. Then, a massive riff from Brian's guitar, Roger smashing at the cymbals on his kit and the concert roared into life, with Hammer To Fall being the intro song. For the entire duration of the gig, I could not believe what I was seeing. Everytime I looked at one of the band members, I was awestruck and thinking "OH MY GOD THATS ROGER!!!" or "OH MY GOD THATS PAUL!!!". For weeks afterwards, I could not believe I had actually seen the gods of rock live. The feeling and tension throughout every song was a feeling I don't think I will ever forget, or a feeling I can ever describe. Following the acoustic set, we had a nice surprise; Roger Taylor singing A Kind of Magic while on drums! Then we had the big hits, Bad Company was very well performed, however one of the sights I will never forget is during the encore songs. The sight of 13,000 people clapping in unison to Radio Ga Ga was ....... I don't even know how to describe seeing that. Everyone got up, seated or not to All Right Now, and then We Will Rock You came, one hell of a performance. One sight I will never forget. I remember how me and a load of others around us were almost in tears at the sight of Freddie singing Bohemian Rhapsody. He was there in that arena with us! When I came out of the Arena, I remember telling my aunt and everyone else how I felt, and rang my grandma as I had promised, telling her how i felt. I remember how when I got home that night, I went straight on the laptop, uploaded all of the pictures and videos and made 3 - 4 backups of the folder, just incase one was lost.

Queen + Paul Rodgers, 19/11/08, will always hold fantastic memories for me, and I am thoroughly proud to say, Queen + Paul Rodgers was my first ever major concert. Just seeing them live gave me an enormous drive to pursue my own career interests into the music industry, the unbelievable and indescribable feeling I had there will never leave me, when I think back to that night, I still have that feeling, and I almost burst into tears, the emotion from the gig is that strong. After hearing about a possible Queen tour in 2010, I'll make sure I get in early, maybe to even two gigs this time. But I doubt anything will beat that night; the SOUND, the LIGHTS, the STAGE, and just the incredibility of seeing Queen and Paul Rodgers, just unbelievable!” - Paul Johnson

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Pairings: Roger Taylor X OC (Scarlett Walker); George Harrison X OC (Star Walker)

Rating: Mature (See Notes, Muses & Warnings for the actual warnings)

POV: Scarlett, Star

Warning: mentions of abuse, stabbing, and PTSD

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July 1st, 1969- Scarlett POV

Kelly put me on a top-secret project for my first thing as COO. The lads are still on a break from Abbey Road. George officially moved in and is legally a single man. John went to Scotland with Yoko, Julian, and Yoko's five-year-old daughter Kyoko, for a holiday, and they left on the 29. When I returned from Liverpool, I got the somewhat exciting news that Elaina and Tim had started their relationship back up for the 5th time since 1965. Smile has been getting big, and Roger has taken me on dates. On June 26th, we drove back to Liverpool for an annual service for my dad, and this year, Sandy's water broke during the service. Later that day, Sandy gave birth to Steven John Walker. My friend group also has two new guys, Milo and Thomas, both are old friends of Elaina's. Tim wasn't excited at first because they were flirtatious with each other. Elaina explained to him that Milo and Thomas are like how Star and I are to him, which quickly eased him. I'm still working in Kelly's office while mine is getting furnished and fixed since Anne wrecked it. I was working on the project when I got a nervously rapid knock on the door.

"Come in," Kelly and I yelled. Star and Cynthia ran in, and Star turned on the radio.

"What are you doing?" I asked as Star changed the channel.

"Breaking News: John Lennon crashed his car in Scotland with his wife, Yoko Ono, child, Julian Lennon, and stepchild, Kyoko Cox," The news reporter stated, "This crash has been just announced and no further updates yet."

My heart dropped. God, I hope they're all okay.

"We have to go," I looked at Cynthia and Star.

"The next flight is in 3 more hours," Cynthia stated.

"Use my plane, I don't use it, and you can get there faster than a normal plane," Kelly suggested.

"Are you sure?" Star asked.

"Yes, stop standing here and go," Kelly pushed us out. We all got into Star's car, and I gave Star the directions to the plane site. As soon as we got on the plane we all tried to stay calm, the flight was an hour and forty minutes. We kept the radio on to listen in on what was happening. Cynthia was freaking out about Julian's safety. Star and I freaked out for John and Julian. Soon as we landed, we rushed to Golspie's Lawson Memorial Hospital.

"Hello, I'm looking for John Lennon and his family?" I asked the secretary.

"Sorry, onl-" the secretary turned to see Star and me. "Oh my god, you're the Beatle Twins! He is in room 104."

"Thank you," I smiled, and we started to walk to the room, but Cynthia stopped.

"He doesn't want to see you, hun. He told us when he came in," the secretary pointed to Cynthia.

"You guys go. I'll try to find Julian," Cynthia told us. Star and I ran to John's room. Soon as we walked in, John had stitches on his face, and he was shocked to see us. Star and I ran to John and hugged him.

"Oh, thank god you're okay," We sighed in relief. Then we pulled out from the hug, and I punched John in the arm, "You scared us, you asshole. You made me think we lost you!"

"Please, a small car crash won't take me down, Walker," John rubbed the spot I punched him. We saw no Julian, no Yoko, and no Kyoko.

"John. Where is Julian, Yoko, and Kyoko?" I looked at John.

"Where's George and Roger?" John asked with a bit of sass, "You would think your boyfriends would go to Scotland with you."

Star and I looked at each other. I forgot to tell Roger we were heading to Scotland, and by the look on Star's face, she failed to tell George.

"Did you guys forget to tell your boyfriends that you were going to Scotland?" John started to laugh.

"Not now, Lennon. Where are the other three people you came with?" I asked John.

"Julian is with my aunt Mater in Durness. Kyoko and Yoko are in different rooms," John told me, "I love you guys, but why are you in Scotland?"

"We heard about the crash," Star started.

"And we came here as fast as possible," I explained.

"Aw, all just for me," John fluttered his eyes, "You guys shouldn't have."

"We thought we would lose our older brother-" I explained.

"There is no way we would just stay in London and sit around," Star cut me off.

"Come here," John put his arms out for another hug, we hugged him back, and the doctor came in.

"Sorry, no one but family is allowed here," the doctor said, thinking we're fans.

"We are family," I assured the doctor.

"What is the relation?" the doctor asked.

"Sisters," John responded, "Doc, these are my little sisters, Scarlett and Star."

"Okay, Mr. Lennon, I want you to stay here for a few days." The doctor started, then looked at Star and me, "Will you be picking up the Lennons when they get discharged?"

"Yes," Star and I responded.

"Okay, We will stay in touch. Before you leave, give us your numbers, so we know how to contact you two," The doctor said, then walked out. Star and I remember that we left Cynthia in the lobby. We told John we would call him when we returned to London and left. We went to John's aunt to get Julian. We knocked on the door, and Mater answered the door. Julian ran over to us.

"Mama! Auntie Scar! Auntie Star!" He ran over and hugged all three of us at the same time.

"Are you okay, Jul? Are you hurt?" Cynthia asked as I was holding him really tight. He nodded while digging his head in his mother's neck. We walked in and hugged Mater. I told Mater everything from the hospital. Cynthia, Star, and I all decided to leave tomorrow morning. Once everything settled down, I quickly called Roger's market to see if he was there. After a few rings, someone picked up.

"Hello?" I could tell it was Freddie.

"Hey Rocky, it's me. Is Roger there?" I asked.

"Oh, Hey Carla. No. Roger told me he went to the studio since you weren't at work."

"Okay, great, thanks," I hung up and dialed the studio's number.

"Abbey Road Studios, how can I help you?" I heard.

"Hello, may I speak to one of the guests there? He goes by Roger Taylor or one of the Beatles."

"May I ask who is calling?"

"Scarlett Walker."

"Yeah, one moment, please," I was put on hold for a few minutes, then I heard someone pick up the line.

"Scarlett, where the hell are you?!" Roger panicked.

"Scotland," I answered.

"Why the hell are you there?"

"John got into an accident. Star, Cynthia, and I rushed here with help from Kelly."

"Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah, John, Yoko, and Yoko's daughter got stitches and are still in the hospital. We're bringing Julian home tomorrow."

I heard sounds from the background and voices, then a "Move over."

"Hello?" I heard George.

"Hey, Hazza," I smiled.

"Scarlett?! Is Star with you?! Where are you guys?!"

"Yes, Star is with me. We're in Scotland because Lenny got into a car accident."

"Is he okay?" I heard Paul in the background.

"Am I on speakerphone?" I asked.

"Yes, but not the point. Is John okay?" Paul asked again.

"Lenny is fine, Yoko and her daughter are fine, and Julian is coming home with us tomorrow," I started to twirl the line, "Can someone do me a favor?"

"What, Lottie?" Ringo replied.

"We left Star's car at the place, but I'm sure we left the car unlocked, and Star realized she didn't have her keys with her," I started, "Can someone just pick it up before it gets stolen?"

"I got it," I heard George say, "Can I talk to her?"

"Yeah, sure," I put my hand on the phone, "Star! George is on the phone and wants to talk to you."

I heard a bang, guessing she fell, then ran over to me.

"Give me the phone," she demanded.

Star's POV

"Hello?" I answered, shooing Scarlett away. Scarlett rolled her eyes, made kissy noises, and then walked away after I flipped her off.

"So Scotland, Eh? I thought you would go to Paris at the last minute." George joked.

"Still a place in Europe," I smiled and bit my lip, "But I would've taken you to Paris. Sorry I didn't tell you."

"I'm just glad you're okay." George started, "Your work called me. They said you left two hours ago and couldn't get a hold of you. It gave me a Panic attack, then Roger came in saying Scarlett has been missing too."

"Sorry I freaked you out. I was going to call while we were waiting for our plane, but then Kelly offered her jet. We didn't think about anything else besides what was happening in Scotland," I looked around, "So how's the first session back for the new album?"

"We only recorded one song. How is John?"

"Got stitches. Yoko got the most damage. She has a problem with her back."

"How about the kids?"

"Julian just has shock while Yoko's daughter got stitches."

"Glad everyone is okay."

"Well, when John gets discharged, Scar and I must return to Scotland if you want to come?"

"Jeez, invite me the next time," I heard George laugh. I felt this flutter come to me, causing a blush, "Well, I was going to take you on a date tonight, but how about tomorrow when you land."

"Well, I'll love to go, but we just have to drop Cyn, Julian, and Scarlett first."

"Or, I can drive up in Scarlett's new 1967 Orange Plymouth Roadrunner that got dropped off and have Scarlett drive her gifted car."

"Wait, it did?! No, John would be pissed if we gave it to her and he wasn't there. Plus, she hasn't gotten her license yet."

"You have a point. I'll figure it out. So what are you doing?"

"I was on the couch, trying to have Julian sleep. I bet you, Scarlett got him to sleep."

"Oh, no doubt," I could hear George trying to hide his laughter, "But Ringo said Zak loves you more than Scarlett."

"What are you doing?" I softly asked.

"Talking to my love while the others are leaving," he yawned.

"Go home and sleep. You sound tired."

"But I want to talk to you, and I can't sleep without you," George whined through the phone. I couldn't help but smirk and shake my head, "I hope you know I can feel the smirk from over the phone."

"How did-"

"I just know, love."

I looked at my watch and realized it was 10:50. I heard yawning from the other line.

"Geo, it's almost eleven at night. Go home and go to bed. Scarlett wants us to leave at 7, and tomorrow I am all yours," I heard him groan over the phone, "I love you."

"I love you too. Good night, love."

"Good night, love."

July 2nd, 1969

Scarlett woke us up earlier than she told us. Before we boarded the plane, I called George to let him know Scarlett made us leave an hour earlier than expected. Julian fell back asleep between Scarlett and Cynthia. The hour and forty minutes were brutal. To be completely honest, I didn't sleep at all last night. Every time I did, I would wake up from a nightmare. I got some sleep but kept on waking up due to a nightmare. We finally landed. Cynthia grabbed Julian with one arm and his bag in the other. We walked out to see Roger and George talking. I didn't know Roger was coming. Julian saw the two men, signaled he wanted to be put down then ran over to them. Julian hugged George first, then gave Roger a hug; Roger looked pretty surprised that Julian hugged him. I walked up to hug George.

"Hi," I blissfully sighed.

"Hi," George kissed me. I smirked, biting my lip, and we gazed into each other's eyes.

"Ewww, why is everyone doing mushy stuff?" Julian closed his eyes. I looked at Scarlett and Roger, who had arms around each other. I quickly walked over and kneeled to Julian.

"Don't like mushy stuff, do you, Jul?" I asked.

"No, Daddy does mushy stuff with my Step-mum," Julian scrunched his face, "They're really mushy during the trip."

"Your daddy used to get really mushy with your mama-" I felt someone backhand me. I turned around to see Scarlett giving me a look, "Anyways, when people love each other, they get all mushy. Some day you will meet a girl that will give you the mushy feeling."

"I would never get mushy. It's gross," Julian scrunched his face again.

"You say that now little Lennon?" I started to tickle him. He laughed and asked if I could pick him up. I walked him to the car to put him in his seat as Cynthia put his bag in. It was George's car, and I gave Julian a hug and a kiss on his head.

"Alright, little man, I must drive my car back to my place. I will see you soon." I messed with his hair.

"Bye, Auntie Star," He hugged me with a gloomy tone. I backed out of the car as Cynthia went in. I went into my car, sat in the passenger seat, leaned on George, and smiled, "Where to?"

"It's a surprise," George kissed my forehead, "While we're driving, you can tell me all about Scotland."

"Don't get me started on how John got into the accident," I sighed, "He decided to drive then lost control of the car."

"Why was he driving? He drives like shit."

"Exactly."

"But Yoko has a back injury and has a long recovery."

"So will John be in and have her lay down, or will he work from home?"

"Who knows at this point," I sighed, "How was everything around here?"

"We only got one song done, and I have to go back today," George sighed, "So, after my surprise, I'm dropping you off since you looked exhausted and going to the studio."

"I'm not tired," I yawned.

"That yawn says otherwise," George smiled, "Did you sleep last night?"

"No, I naturally kept getting nightmares since it's the first week of July," I sighed, "It was never the happiest week of my life."

"I know. I witnessed it," George grabbed my hand. We stopped at the diner where we had our first date, "Well, I would take you to Bouestin because I know you like the food there, but I thought you probably want diner pancakes."

"I do, thank you," I smiled, we walked in, and everyone looked at us and whispered. It doesn't help that I'm in my work clothes from yesterday and look like I pulled an all-nighter lying in bed. We got our seats and ordered breakfast than I saw three familiar faces, Theo, Aaron, and Caroline. Caroline noticed me and walked over, "Star, where did you go yesterday!"

"Scotland." I smiled.

"Why the bloody hell were you in Scotland?" Aaron looked at me.

"Yeah, Boss wasn't so happy with you leaving and Cecilia already being out for a holiday," Theo looked at me, "I had to work late and miss my date with Maddie."

"So sorry," I rubbed my face.

"Are you coming in today?" Carlone asked, "You look like shit, so I want to say no."

"Thanks, Care," I laughed, "No, I'll call him when I get home and tell him why I left."

"Why did you?" Aaron asked.

"John got into a car accident, and I, my sister, and John's ex-wife went to Scotland last minute to see what happened."

"They didn't tell me or Scarlett's boyfriend, Roger," George added.

"Oh my god, is John Okay?" Aaron asked.

"Yes," I smiled, then Aaron realized George, and I was on a bit of a date. He gave me a smirk and then dragged the other two out of the diner.

"So my boss will probably make me write a story," I sighed.

"You're probably right," George laughed. I smiled, bit my bottom lip, and shook my head, "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" I asked.

"Bite your lip when you smile."

"I don't know. I always did that. I sometimes do it when I get shy or nervous."

"It's cute," George smiled as our food came out, and we started talking.

Scarlett's POV

Today is the eighth anniversary of Nancy stabbing me and me getting the scar on my back. Roger drove me home but stopped at the premier to buy both of us breakfast. We got to my flat, I quickly changed into my pajamas, and we ate breakfast on the couch.

"You alright? You seem on edge," Roger asked.

"Yeah, today's the anniversary of when I got my scar on my back... it's been eight years," I took a sip of my milkshake.

"Oh, sorry," Roger muttered.

"It's alright. As I said, it's been eight years," I shrugged. We watched whatever was on the television, but I put on cartoons as a child. I love the looney tunes. Roger and I finished our breakfast and then cuddled up on the couch.

"Little Wolf?" Roger called out.

"Hm?" I looked up at him.

"I know it's probably not the best time to ask, but my mum wants to know if you could come over for dinner on Friday? So she can properly meet you, I know it's probably not the best right now, and I can tell her no if you want," Roger started to ramble on as I just put my finger over his lips.

"I can go," I softly said.

"But what about the family night?" Roger asked.

"We're probably not going to do a family night. John's in Scotland. I don't mind missing one to meet your family if there is one," I smiled. Roger moved my hair and gently kissed me.

"I love you," Roger crooned.

"I love you too," I breathlessly smiled.

July 4th,1969- Star's POV

I woke up in George's arm and could feel his gaze.

"Stop staring. It's weird," I mumbled. I think that is the most used sentence we say to each other.

"It's not weird looking at my girl," George smiled.

"When I'm sleeping, it is," I cuddled closer to him, "I don't want to get out of bed."

"Neither do I," George kissed me on top of the head, "But you have work, and I have to be at the studio at 2:45."

"I don't have work today. Boss told me that since I stayed up late at work, I can have the day off to sleep," I smirked, "So I am all yours until 2, and it is 7:45 now."

"Why do we wake up so early?"

"I don't know," I giggled, "But I don't mind it because I got some time with you before work."

"Well. I'm not complaining," George leaned towards me and kissed me. He looked at me, then at my cameras, "Stay right here."

I got confused as he got up to grab my polaroid camera, walked back then sat on my feet. He started to point the camera at me. I giggled a bit as he tried to get the camera right. George finally took the picture. The flash blinded me; the picture came out of the printer portation. He grabbed the shot, jumped back next to me, and started to shake it so the ink could make the picture. Once the picture showed up, this glare line was on the side. I looked at George, who had a 'Are serious' look on his face looking at the picture.

"I can't see your pretty eyes in this picture," George then looks at the photo and kisses my nose, "but it still shows your beauty."

"It looks good even though there is a glare," I smirked and grabbed my camera, "I probably forgot to clean the lenses before I put it back."

Scarlett's POV

I sat in Roger's car while playing with my ring. I was told I should tell Roger about my childhood all day, but I'm afraid to. Roger has some hint to it since we made references during the Liverpool trip, but he never asked about them, so I assumed he never heard the jokes. We're on our way for me to have dinner with his family, which doesn't feel any better.

"Little Wolf?" Roger looked at me, then back at the road.

"Hm?" I blinked, then looked at him.

"Are you alright? You've been playing with your ring while staring out," Roger asked.

"Yeah... well, no... I've been meaning to talk to you about something," I coughed. Like ripping off a bandaid, yeah?

"What's wrong, love? Are you breaking-"

"No, no, oh god, no." My eyes widened when I took a deep breath, "Remember when I told you about my depression and cutting, and I said there was this certain person that always made it hard?"

"Yeah, you didn't want to go any deeper into that, so I didn't push it," Roger shrugged, "Plus, the boys always told me to never ask about your childhood."

"Well, you kinda have to know now, since you stuck with me this long," I joked, "Well, my mum, Nancy, was the worst person in my life. She was the person that made it really hard. She was never home, and when she was... she was beating, cursing, and bringing down my siblings, my dad, and me. When I was eight, I got into trouble at school and got suspended for a couple of days when Nancy found out she had to actually watch me and be a mother for once in her life. She grabbed me out of bed and started to beat me, she almost beat me to the pulp, but my dad and sister stopped her before she could. That was the first time she hit me, far from the end. I finally snapped and fought back a few times, but it didn't end well for me in the long run."

"Sometimes, hearing glass shattering sets me off. Nancy used to throw plates, vases, and such at my siblings and me. She's also the one who stabbed me that caused the scar. I tried to protect Star, which I got in return. I'm always ashamed of it because I didn't fight her off hard enough. My brain will sometimes play mean tricks on me and give me flashbacks that set off anxiety attacks, PTSD, and depression episodes. That is also why I get nightmares or screams in my sleep. Even though she has been dead, she is still in my head."

"I know that's a lot to take in, and I'm sorry, I'm a real nut case..." I looked at my hands, not wanting to look up. It was quiet for a minute. I just looked down and fought back the tears. I noticed Roger's hand started to intertwine with one of mine then he brought it closer to him to kiss it again.

"How can I help you with them?" Roger asked.

"Just keep doing what you've been doing," I smirked as I leaned onto Roger.

"Thank you for telling me. I know that was hard for you," Roger smirked, "Also, Scarlett never apologized because of your mental health. It's not your fault nor a burden. I want to help you in any way, and I'm honored you told me. I hope I can help you because that's all I want. I want you to be happy, healthy, and feel safe and loved."

"I do feel all of those things... plus being in love," I smirked, "Thank you, really."

At the Taylor's...

Roger held the door open as I walked into his childhood home. I noticed pictures of Roger when he was little, some I've seen in my 2019 life while scrolling through Instagram, but most are unseen photos. I admired the pictures while Roger grabbed his mother and sister. I heard chattering and smelt the dinner that his mother had cooked for the four of us. I turned to see the three Taylors looking at me. One is the comfortable soft gaze as the two examined me. Roger walked over to kiss me on the cheek before breaking the awkwardness of the three women in the room.

"Mum, Clare, this is my girlfriend, Scarlett. Scarlett, meet my mum Winifred and my sister Clare," Roger introduced us.

"Hello Scarlett, it's lovely to meet you, dear," Winifred walked over to hug me, "Roger is always talking about you."

"Talking? More like whining for a month because you caught him snogging another woman," Clare looked at me, "I like you already."

"Whining for over a month?" I asked.

"Clare!" Roger and Winifred both yelled before Winifred coughed and looked at me, "Why don't we eat? You two must be hungry from a long drive."

Roger led me to the dining room. He pulled me out of a seat, and once he pulled my chair in, he kissed my cheek, then sat next to me. Winifred made this beautiful meal. The first few minutes were awkwardly quiet.

"So, Scarlett, do you have siblings?" Winifred asked.

"Yes, I have eight, six brothers, two sisters," I answered.

"Eight? What are their names?" Winifred looked at me.

"My oldest sibling is my sister Venessa. Then it goes down the line of my honorary brothers Stu, Richie, John, Paul, and George, then my twin, Star, is the baby." I explained, "I call my honorary brothers my brothers because I think the word honorary downgrades them."

"Are you close with them?"

"Eh, a bit. I'm closest with my twin than anything. Then my four brothers, John, Richie, Paul, and George, then Stu, Payton, and Venessa. Stu lives in Germany while Payton and Venessa are still in my hometown Liverpool."

"You're from Liverpool?" Clare looked at me.

"Yeah, scouser born and raised," I spoke with my scouse accent merging with my central London accent.

"When did you move out of Liverpool?" Winifred asked.

"1963. I lived with my brother John until I was 20. My dad died when I was 14, and my brother John has inherited my twin and me."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. What about your mother?"

"Scarlett, uh- doesn't have a mother," Roger coughed to keep me comfortable.

"She was around but wasn't my mum. The only mothering thing she never did was birth to my siblings and me," I explained.

"I'm sorry. But I get that Roger doesn't have a good relationship with his dad. It's best when he's not around," Winifred grinned as both Taylor siblings acted distant once their father was mentioned. I know Roger will tell me when he's ready, but it's my job to make him comfortable. I weaved my hand with Roger and leaned over to kiss him. Roger turned red with nerves. We changed the subject since we all had a mutual understanding that family is a touchy subject for us all.

"Roger told me you work for Kelly Price. How is that? I don't know much about fashion." Winifred asked.

"It's good. Kelly is a sweetheart," I smiled. I don't know if they didn't realize my social status or pretended like they didn't. But either way, I enjoy having a conversation like a normal human being, not someone with my social group. I told them about how I got a promotion then we changed the subject to music.

"Do you play anything? Assuming you're around music a lot with Smile," Winifred asked.

"Yes, I know the piano, bass, and guitar," I listed, "I know the basics of drums, though. My brothers are in a band, and my dad was obsessed with music. So I'm always around music."

"Don't you ever get tired?" Winifred asked.

"No, not really. I love music. It's a part of me, I guess," I shrugged.

"Have you gone to concerts?" Clare asked.

"Many," I nodded.

"Who have you seen?" Clare asked.

"Oh y'know, Beatles, Stones, The Who, and all kinds of people like that," I explained.

"Who's your favorite?"

"I have to say my favorite was Elvis. I saw him in this secret gig. My sister freaked out; she loves Elvis. I would say the Beatles, but I've seen them enough times. I got sick of them," I shrugged. Once we finished dinner, Clare grabbed my hand and took me to Roger's old room. It had all kinds of posters on his wall and his old school books.

"His favorite Beatles Twin poster is over his bed," Clare pointed as I sat on his bed and looked up to see my 1964 promo poster. I cringed from the look. When Star and I just got our Beatle Twins titles, Brian Epstein got Star and me to do a photoshoot and send out promo pictures, posters, etc. So the media knew who we were. Epstein thought if the girls loved the lads and the boys loved Star and me, that would create a bigger platform for the Beatles, which did work out in his favor.

"Roger loves the brown-headed one; I always mix the two." Clare told me as she looked up, "Her name is Scarlett Walk- Oh My God, You're Roger's celebrity crush! You're the Scarlett Walker like Beatles twin Scarlett Walker!" Clare looked at me.

"Clare, keep your voice down," Roger leaned onto his door frame.

"You're dating pop culture royalty!" Clare stood up, "Plus, your celebrity crush! I have to tell mum."

Clare ran downstairs before Roger and I had a word edge-wise, but the two of us chucked, and Roger walked over to his bed to sit next to me.

"Do you think they liked me before the Beatles Twin thing came out?" I asked.

"My mum told me she loves you," Roger kissed my nose.

"Clare told me you have a thing for the brunette Beatles twin. Usually, people love the blonde one more," I teased.

"Eh, the brunette twin is hotter and more interesting," Roger cupped my face, "And smart, and very underestimated. But I can see this desire to break out of the goodie two shoe label, but she seems to struggle to get out."

"She is a bit stuck. Her sister owns the wild crown," I looked into his eyes.

"I'm sure I can help you out there," Roger moved his hand and started to stroke my chin.

"That's hard because I'm supposed to be the calm one."

"Darling, how are you the calm one when you're constantly on the verge of a mental breakdown because you just shove everything down."

"I'm the most relied on. I'm not supposed to fuck up. I'm the one everyone goes to."

"I know, but that will be your downfall one day."

"I know." I sighed. I love Roger because he sees me, not the lie I put out for everyone. Only a select few can see who I actually am. Star being one of them, next is George. He always had that ability to see your best self. Of course, my other siblings also see who I actually am, but most of them just fall for the lie. John never did. I guess he can see if I am bullshitting or not for the time we spent together. John is one of the only brothers that doesn't have that unique ability George has. He can only tell if I'm bullshitting, and when I'm not okay, he comes and talks until I am. Roger can see the real me and sense and know what I sincerely want. It's to the point where I don't even realize what I want until Roger helps me fulfill the unknown desire or need. He truly connects and understands me on a level I never felt with anyone else. And it feels fantastic.

"We should go back down. My mum and Clare probably think we're fucking up here," Roger joked as I giggled.

"Probably," I giggled.

July 5th, 1969- Scarlett's POV

My head is in the crook of Roger's neck, and his arms are around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I was comfortably sleeping in his embrace before I heard the phone go off. Eh, if it's important, they'll leave a message, call twice... or both. The phone stopped ringing for a brief second, then it started to ring again. I sighed, opened my eyes, wiggled out of Roger's embrace, and dragged myself over to the phone.

"Ello," I yawned.

"Hello, sorry to bother you but is this Scarlett or Star Walker?"

"Scarlett Walker here."

"I'm the doctor at Golspie's Lawson Memorial Hospital. I am calling about Mr. John Lennon."

"Yes, what did he do now?"

"Nothing. I want to say Mr. Lennon will get discharged today with his wife and stepchild."

"Okay, um, we will be there soon as we can."

"Okay, thank you."

I hung up the phone and called Kelly.

"Hello," Kelly answered.

"Hey, can I borrow the jet again?" I asked.

"John's coming back?" Kelly yawned

"Yes," I rubbed my eyes, "They just called."

"Yeah, I'll call the pilot."

"I owe you one."

"Not really. Bye, Scar."

"Bye, Kels."

I walked into Star and George's room, the two were all cuddled up, but I still could wake up Star by torturing her, and George not feeling a thing. I walked over and started to slap Star's face, more like a tap. She loves me, I swear.

"What?" Star whined, hitting my hand away.

"Get up. We gotta go to Scotland to get Johnny-boy," I pulled my hand away.

"Can we leave him there?" Star asked, shifting her position to get cuddly with George.

"Sadly no. George, Paul, and Ringo probably need him soon as possible," I looked at her.

"She's right," George mumbled.

"Fine," Star sighed, starting to wake up.

"Thank you, we're using Kelly's jet, so we're in no rush, really," I shrugged, walking out. I walked back into my room, and Roger had drilled half his face into my pillow. I smirked, walking over to him so I could crawl on top of him and start to move his golden locks to see his face. I plant soft kisses along his jawline and neck.

"Baby," I soothed as Roger hummed, enjoying every kiss.

"Yes, my Little Wolf?" Roger opened his blue eyes that Immediately focused on me as soon as they opened.

"I have to go to Scotland today. If you wanna come?" I giggled as Roger's hand gently stroked up and down my back.

"Ooh, I got invited and told the second time," Roger joked as I rolled next to him.

"Real funny," I rolled my eyes as Roger pulled him closer to him and kissed my temple.

"I would love to come," Roger gently said.

"Okay," I turned and moved a piece of his hair. He's growing his hair into his famous mullet that every 2019 fan has the hots over. Roger softly grabbed my hand and softly kissed it, "We have to get ready now."

Roger groaned as I got out of bed and looked through my clothes. I could feel Roger's eyes on me. I pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and then looked at Roger.

"Yes?" I smirked at him.

"Nothing," Roger got out of my bed and walked over to give me a quick kiss, "You just look gorgeous."

"Thank you," I smiled at him as Roger grabbed a change of clothes since he's been leaving some extra things of clothes here, then walked out while closing the door. I changed into a white T-shirt with Good Times written in blue and jeans with blue high tops converse. I have a lot of different colors of converse and gogo boots, those two are the only shoes I can work with, but I have a few other shoes besides those two. I walked out of my room as Roger walked out of the bathroom. Star and I walked into the bathroom to brush our teeth. Elaina followed Star and me to the bathroom. She was trying for Star to let her borrow her car because Elaina totaled her car the other day with her reckless driving.

"It's not like you're going to use it today," Elaina begged as Star started to brush her teeth, "You'll be in Scotland."

"Not for the whole day," Star said with a mouthful of toothpaste.

"Depends if John wants to quickly visit Mater before we leave," I grabbed my toothbrush and started to brush my teeth.

"But please, can I borrow your car?" Elaina asked.

"If you don't ruin my baby," Star spit out the toothpaste foam.

"I thought Geo was your baby?" Elaina asked.

"He is, but I didn't spend 22,874 Pounds on him," Star looked at Elaina.

"You spent that much on your car?!" Elaina asked in shock

"Yes, I got a few thousand off because I was a Beatles twin, and they offered to switch the driver's side to the UK side for free," Star walked out with Elaina following her. George and Roger came in.

"Did I hear correctly that Star spent £22,874 on her car?" Roger asked, "How did she get that much money?"

"We inherited much money from our dad when we were 18. She spent that money on her car," I spat out the toothpaste foam.

"Yeah, I remember John flipping out because he said no to her buying the car," George laughed. I walked out to Star, giving Elaina the rules and regulations of her car. After a few more minutes of watching Star tell Elaina if she crashes Star's car, she should consider a lock on her door, we started to leave.

"Don't make me regret it!" Star said, throwing the keys at her as we were leaving.

"I won't!" Elaina called out as we were closing the door on her.

Star's POV (Later...)

We successfully brought John back to London in one piece. He wanted to go to ours and invite the rest of the boys. Scarlett and I are in her bedroom as the Beatles play around with their guitars in the living room. Besides me, their partners are sitting around watching the kids play together. Scarlett and I are reading the series of our dad's journals. Back when my father was still alive, he had this journal. He got a new one every few months, but he always jotted down his life. When we used to ask what it was, he always responded with, "one day when I'm gone, you'll read the dumb shit I did." When he died, they couldn't be found until Scarlett and I were in the attic in Liverpool and found them along with the yearly photo album I took over. We got interrupted by the phone, and I got called by George that it was for me.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hello, is this Ms. Walker?" Someone asked.

"Well, there's two living here. You need to be a bit more specific," I shrugged.

"Ms. Star Walker."

"Yep."

"Hello, I am officer Ward. Do you own a 1966 blue mustang convertible?"

"Yes."

"Do you know an Elaina Wilson?"

"Yes, she's one of my flatmates."

"I'm so sorry that Ms. Wilson crashed your mustang, She is alright, but the car is damaged."

"Hold one a second?" I put my hand over the receiver and cursed Elaina out. This was the one thing I told her not to fucking do!

"Ms. I can hear you." The officer said.

"Right, sorry, do I need to come to the station?" I rubbed my face.

"Yes, it would be recommended."

"Alright, thank you, officer," I hung up the phone and walked out, "Elaina. Crashed. My. Fucking. Car."

"Did she really?" Scarlett walks out, laughing.

"This is not funny," I looked at her, "I used most of the money dad gave me for that!"

"That sounds like your problem," Scarlett laughed, "She crashed her car yesterday. Did you seriously think she wouldn't do the same thing?"

"Ye-"

"It's Elaina we're talking about." Scarlett cut me off.

"Fuck," I sighed as Scarlett, and the other three laughed at me, "Anyways, I now have to go down to the station, Scarlett. You might not have a best friend after this."

"Don't kill her," Scarlett said as I started to walk out.

"No promises," I closed the door and stormed to Theo and Aaron's flat.

"Yes?" Aaron answered the door, "Why do I see a homicidal rage in your eyes?"

"Because my sister's stupid mate just crashed my baby," I blinked.

"And you're here; why?" Aaron asked.

"I'm looking at my ride," I smiled.

"Okay, this is my problem; why?" Aaron asked.

"Because I need to bring someone to make sure I don't murder El, and you would at least let me get the first punch in before backing me off," I shrugged.

"Alright, let's go," Aaron grabbed his keys, and we left. Aaron drove us to the station, and I saw Xaiver, Ryder, and Kit in their trainee uniforms. Near them was my poor baby destroyed. The front of the windshield is smashed, the front is pretty dented, and the back is smashed.

"I'm going to kill her," I blinked, looking at my poor baby.

"Damn, what did she do? Run through a fucking wall?" Aaron looked at my car, "That ain't a mustang. That's a clump of metal and broken glass."

"Done yet?" I looked at him.

"No," Aaron said, we got out of the car, and the three bozos looked at me.

"Spark, what are you doing here?" Xavier walked up to me.

"Trying my best not to kill my sister's best mate for doing that to my fucking car," I pointed to my car.

"Yeesh, on the good side, it could be fixed," Xavier looked at my car.

"What did she do? Run it through a wall?" Kit asked.

"That's what I said!" Aaron said.

"I'm going inside," I muttered, walking in and looking right at Elaina, then trotting over to her.

"What the hell did you do to my baby?!" I glared at Elaina, "The poor thing is destroyed!"

"Star, I am so, so sorry," Elaina apologized.

"What did you do?! You had one fucking job!" I glared.

"Ms. Walker?" a young man coughed, walking over.

"In the flesh," I breathed, "What happened to my car?"

"Ms. Wilson was under the influence of marijuana while driving and crashed it into a wall, but before she got hurt, she jumped out, and the car crashed into other cars," the officer started to explain, "The expenses are going to be a lot of work for the crash and-"

"Wait, who is paying these expenses?" I asked.

"It was your car, ma'am, and you're quite rich too," the officer looked at me.

"She's the one that crashed the car because she was under the influenced, and she caused the destruction," I pointed to Elaina, "It's not my fucking fault! She was the one fucking driving. She is the fucking one paying!"

"The hell I am!" Elaina looked at me, "Your car, and you're fucking rich!"

"You were driving under the influence and caused the crash!" I looked at her, "Therefore, you pay!"

"Tell her she's paying the expenses off." I looked at the officer, pointing to Elaina. I noticed Aaron, Jasper, Xavier, and Kit leaning against the wall, watching us and eating vending machine snacks.

"The hell I am!" Elaina looked at me.

"Please tell Ms. Wilson that she needs to pay for the fucking expenses from her fucking accident!" I ignored Elaina and looked at the officer.

"Ma'am, I need you to calm down," the officer stated

"No, I am not fucking calming the fuck down! She ruined my baby and someone else's property and got away with it!" I crossed my arms, "She should've gotten her license taken away with her first DUI and learned how to fucking drive before getting it back!"

"That is a good idea, Ms. Walker. Thank you for your feedback," the officer said, then pulled Elaina to talk to her.

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301: Roger Miller // The 3rd Time Around

The 3rd Time Around Roger Miller 1965, Smash

Roger Miller is the musical equivalent of a road trip in the family van with your goofy dad: as a kid you love all the goofball shtick; when you get a little older it starts to feel petrifying uncool and you petulantly crossarms the hell out of it; then when you’re older nostalgia brings you back around to all those warm memories anew. Well, I imagine that’s the deal for most people anyway, but I’m built different: I didn’t have a dad, didn’t hear a Miller song till I was in my late twenties, and immediately became kind of a psycho for the guy. I’ve won over a fair few converts to his particular motor-mouthed pleasures through sheer force of enthusiasm, but there are limits to what most can take—they let me alone when I’m listening to the three-hour King of the Road: The Genius of Roger Miller compilation (1995), a feat I’ve happily hummed my way through enough times to make the Wiseacre of Fort Worth my most-streamed artist by a few wagon-train lengths.

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But [pause to hyperactively drum on my acoustic guitar and scat like a Looney Tune] Miller was an honest-to-God genius. On The 3rd Time Around, part of the indispensable four-album run of classic LPs that began his career and made his name, he lets the tub overflow so he can walk on water. The English language danced on his tongue when he wasn’t juggling it or stretching it like taffy (tongue and language both). He’ll dash off the most tightly-written marvels of storytelling economy (“Engine Engine #9”) and then divebomb into a pure stream-of-jokiness black out (“This Town”); base a quivering ballad on the observation that the word lonesome ends in me; hinge his memoir of a dim middle American children’s star on the Mad magazine-worthy groaner “Kansas City Star / that’s what I are!” On the sublimely maudlin “Big Harlan Taylor” he stoically contemplates suicide when his wife leaves him for “a rubber-tired new shiny car”; on “One Dyin’ and a Buryin’” he celebrates going through with it.

Miller wrote his share of simply perfect country songs that’ve become standards for other artists, but much of what was special about him was bound in his singular presence. One of my favourite YouTube clips is a ‘60s appearance on The Porter Wagoner Show.

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A buzzed-looking Miller lands something like 20 good jokes on his increasingly giddy host, slashes through a shambolic take on his early hit “In the Summertime,” is coaxed into playing the fiddle on a group singalong, and manages to lower Wagoner’s mic stand mid-song until the gangly troubadour is practically doubled over—all in a single chaotic six-minute segment. His greatest gift was in turning the earnest pieties of country music inside out, revealing a colourful id as vibrantly smart-stupid as any of the great jokers that rock would go on to produce. Sure, the man wrote novelty songs, but he also made his chosen genre new. That’s poet’s work.

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#roger miller #'60s music #'60s country #porter wagoner #king of the road #music review #vinyl record #classic country

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There’s some songs that are worth listening and others that ain’t worth your time and ears

The 5 best and 5 worst songs of 2022

2022 boasted a variety of musical gems from artists like Noah Kahan, Maggie Rogers, and Taylor Swift.

The year also gave us duds from artists like Leah Kate, Panic! At the Disco, and Drake.

The five best and five worst songs of 2022 are listed below, with each batch in chronological order.

Ethel Cain's "American Teenager" skewers the so-called "American dream" with gothic imagery and biting wit.

Ethel Cain is the artistic persona of 24-year-old Hayden Anhedönia, invented as a vehicle to explore both the beauty and danger of patriotism, religion, and idealism — especially in the Bible Belt of the American South, where she was raised.

"American Teenager" is the crown jewel of her debut album "Preacher's Daughter." It's a catchy, searing satire about growing up with visions of greatness, all while surrounded by violence.

"When 'American Teenager' dropped, I quickly started seeing people be like, 'Ethel Cain makes me want to grab a Bible and go to church, buy a gun and praise the American flag.' And I was like, 'That is absolutely not the point at all,'" Cain told i-D.

"I know the bad things that have happened to me in the South. I know the negative connotation that I get when I look at a Bible or I look at the American flag," she continued. "The private reclamation of my home, of the little things in between the cracks that I was coming back to loving, was being misinterpreted as me just going down South, guns blazing, flag waving, taking all of it back into my arms... it's something I have to be wary of."

"Girls Against God" by Florence + The Machine is a powerful ode to feminine rage.

From the very first verse, it's clear that "Girls Against God" is one of Florence Welch's most honest, eloquent, and arresting songs to date: "What a thing to admit that when someone looks at me with real love / I don't like it very much / Kinda makes me feel like I'm being crushed."

The song is packed with sharp observations and turns of phrase that capture the exquisite rage of womanhood: "In my darkest fantasies / I am the picture of passivity," "When I decided to wage holy war / It looked very much like staring at my bedroom floor."

Florence makes it clear that her pain is compounded by isolation, and the song doubles as an appeal for solidarity.

Noah Kahan's "Stick Season" is a stunning display of nostalgia and vulnerability.

"Stick Season," the lead single and title track from Noah Kahan's third album, is a monument of confessional songwriting.

The folksy hit is driven by energetic acoustic guitar and Kahan's fearless sincerity. He talks about running into his ex's mom, confesses to playing the victim, and opens up about the "darkness I inherited from dad." He turns each bite-sized phrase into a revelation: "Once called me forever, now you still can't call me back" is one of the most concise and acute summaries of heartbreak I've ever heard.

More than a breakup song, "Stick Season" captures the empty feeling of being left behind, drawing a parallel between the man in the rearview mirror and the Vermontian trees, standing barren in the cold air.

"Anywhere With You" is the best song Maggie Rogers has ever released.

"Anywhere With You" is the blazing core of Maggie Rogers' excellent sophomore album "Surrender."

The whole album is imbued with intense emotion, but "Anywhere With You" is the one time when she's not trying to find anything — she's just feeling everything, knowing exactly where it will lead.

Rogers pours herself into a homemade volcano like a kid at a science fair, building towards an explosive moment of catharsis: "You tell me you want everything, you want it fast / But all I've ever wanted is to make something fucking last."

The structure mimics the lyrical narrative with piercing precision. This is a product of an expert songwriter following all the right instincts.

"Would've, Could've, Should've" by Taylor Swift is the best song of 2022.

I have already written extensively about the brilliance of "Would've, Could've, Should've," the 19th track on Taylor Swift's extended version of "Midnights."

The more I listen to it — the more chills run down my spine every time I hear Swift wail, "Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first" — the more I feel it belongs in the pantheon of Swiftian masterpieces alongside "All Too Well," "Clean," "August," and "Tolerate It."

So of course, in the grand tradition of "All Too Well" and "August," "Would've Could've Should've" easily claimed the top spot on our ranking of the year's best songs. Read the complete list here and listen to the playlist on Spotify.

"Twinkle Twinkle" by Leah Kate is an unpleasant and unimaginative take on the pop-rock resurgence.

"Twinkle Twinkle" is a transparent ploy to recreate the success of Gayle's "ABCDEFU," which was itself an attempt to recreate the success of Olivia Rodrigo's "Good 4 U."

Unfortunately, Leah Kate possesses neither the marketing finesse of Gayle nor the lyrical prowess of Rodrigo. "Twinkle Twinkle" is as generic and derivative as it gets.

"Middle of a Breakup" is the lowest point on Panic! At The Disco's newest album.

"Middle of a Breakup" sees Brendon Urie doing his best impression of Freddie Mercury if the Queen frontman starred in a '70s musical.

If you're like me, this already sounds like a disaster. If you're a show tune enthusiast and this sounds appealing, you'll still be disappointed — Urie doesn't have the chops to pull it off. He strains his voice to reach uncomfortable falsettos, only to deliver melodies that are more suited for a Target commercial than a Broadway stage.

"Staying Alive" by DJ Khaled, featuring Drake and Lil Baby, is reductive and lazy at best.

2022 was the year of the gimmicky sample and "Staying Alive" was the worst offender.

DJ Khaled's take on the 1977 disco classic is completely devoid of originality or personality, and the song's two featured artists do nothing to save it. Drake delivers the Bee Gees' iconic hook with such profound laziness that it makes me question whether he is, indeed, alive.

"Circo Loco" includes one of Drake's most distasteful lyrics to date.

"Circo Loco," the ninth track on Drake's joint album with 21 Savage, "Her Loss," includes a repulsive, blatantly sexist lyric that accuses Megan Thee Stallion of fabricating her own trauma.

"This bitch lie 'bout getting shots, but she still a stallion," Drake raps in a thinly veiled jab at the "Savage" hitmaker, who accused the rapper Tory Lanez of shooting her in 2020.

Megan harshly criticized the song in a series of tweets, shortly before she gave a heart-wrenching testimony at Lanez's trial. (Lanez has pleaded not guilty to two counts of felony assault with a semiautomatic firearm.)

"I wish he would have just shot and killed me if I would have known I would go through this torture," Megan told the Los Angeles court. "I've been made to be the villain. He's the villain."

Kanye West doubles down on his dangerous rhetoric with "Someday We'll All Be Free."

Ye teamed up with the widely discredited conservative pundit Alex Jones to release "Someday We'll All Be Free" on InfoWars. The song came in the midst of the rapper's descent into dangerous conspiracy theories, anti-Black rhetoric, and antisemitism, including explicit praise for Adolf Hitler.

"Wakin up to 'I can't do this any more' texts," Ye raps over a sample of Donny Hathaway's 1973 track with the same name, which was inspired by Hathaway's battle with paranoid schizophrenia. "You knew I follow God, so you should follow me," he adds.

The song ends with an audio clip of Ye telling Jones, "There's a lot of things that I love" about the Nazis.

As Andre Gee wrote for Rolling Stone, "The song's lyrics reflect a double-down on the conservative, antisemetic rhetoric Ye's been expressing in recent months."

"One may be sympathetic to his mental health trials," Gee continued, "and how they may be affecting his judgment, but his latest track also feels like an abhorrent subversion of a song that has been celebrated as a beacon of hope for Black people amid the white supremacy that Ye is so devoutly amplifying."

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Prologue

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“‘They say, it takes great bravery to be a Monster Hunter. Great bravery, and great humor.’” In a room, a single light was lit. Children of all ages were gathered around a single bed, where a lamp glowed in the dark. One older girl, about sixteen years of age, was sitting, cross-legged, on the bed, holding a book out in front of her. The girl had long, waist length brown hair, and beautiful brown eyes. A younger girl, about the age of 10, was sitting next to the older girl, resting her head on the older one’s shoulder. This girl, had the same brown hair as the older, however, the younger’s hair was cut to her shoulders. Her brown eyes shone with excitement. “‘The most famous of Monster Hunters, is the Agile Cat. Freddie Mercury,’” the older girl, Masie, read from the book, looking at the children of the orphanage and smiling. “‘Freddie Mercury has single handedly killed seven Monsters in just a day. His most famous kill, was Max, the Vampire. He was the seventh Monster to be killed by the Cat.’” The younger girl, Ivory, tugged on the sleeve of her sister’s night gown.

“Tell us about the others, Masie!” Ivory said. Masie chuckled and looked down at her sister.

“Patience, Ive. We won’t get any where if you keep interrupting.” Masie said. Ivory chuckled and snuggled into her sister’s side. Masie turned her attention back to the book.

“‘The Right Hand Man of Freddie Mercury is the Badger, Brian May. Despite how calm and collected he looks, Brian May has killed over 100 Monsters, keeping the walls of Serenity safe.’,” Masie turned the page. “‘The third member of the group is the Wild Dog, Roger Taylor. They say, when he is on the hunt for a Monster, he is so fast that you can barely see him. All you see is a flash, and then the blood of the Monster slain.’.” Suddenly, the doors were opened and the Matron stepped through.

“What is this?! Lights on, after they were supposed to be turned off an hour ago?” The Matron wasn’t cruel to the children in anyway. She was kind and provided the children with places to sleep, food to eat, water to drink, and clothes to wear. Masie and Ivory were the oldest kids at the Orphanage. Their parents had been Monster Hunters, but were killed when Ivory was just two years old, and when Masie was just ten. The Matron narrowed her eyes playfully at the sisters. “Ivory, you ‘aven’t begged Masie to read that book again, ‘ave you?” The Matron asked. Ivory quickly hid the book behind her, and smiled innocently. Ivory shook her head.

“Nope.” Ivory said, smiling. The Matron walked over and held out her hand.

“Let me ‘ave the book, please.” She said. Though, it wasn’t a request. Ivory sighed and handed it over. Ivory knew that the Matron would return it. It was the only book they had that reminding her and Masie of their parents. The Matron smiled, tucking the book under her arm. She looked at the other kids. “Now, off to bed, the lot of ya! We’ll be payin’ the Monster Hunters a visit in the mornin’, and I don’t want to see none of ya with droopin’ eyes, ya hear?” The Matron asked.

“Yes Ma’am!” The children called, climbing into bed. Ivory climbed into the bed beside her sister’s. The Matron looked at the two.

“Masie, Ivory,” the sisters looked at the Matron. “I don’t want the two of yas sneakin’ off in the middle of the night or sneakin’ into the crowd tomorrow. Am I clear?” She asked. Masie and Ivory nodded.

“Yes Ma’am.” They said. The Matron smiled.

“Good. Now get some sleep, you youngsters. Have a good sleep.” The Matron said, smiling softly. The lamp was blown out, sending the room into darkness. Ivory looked at her sister.

“We’re goin’ to do it, right? Tomorrow?” She asked. Masie looked at her sister and smiled.

“Tomorrow. We’ll become Monster Hunters, just like Mum and Dad were.” She whispered back. Soon enough, the sisters’ eyes closed, sending them into an adventure filled sleep.

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//Here is the Prologue. I promise that I am not done with the Sequel to my Lost Boys fanfiction. Things have just been crazy. I’ve moved into an apartment by myself, and I’ve been busy unpacking. I promise I will get an update out as soon as I can.//

#Queen #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody cast #the lost boys #x oc

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Infinity Chapter 5: IT CAN'T BE LIKE THIS FOREVER

Summary: QUEEN AU where Roger Taylor (aka Rowan Queen) is a young single dad struggling to make it into music industry.

Warnings: not really. Just fluff, sappiness and swear words here and there

Disclaimer: I don't own the pictures. The boys are based on Queen, but Piper, Gina and Callie are mine.

Chapter 5: Basically Row's and Piper's first day on their own, narrative shifting from normal to Row's inner train of thought.

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Throughout his life, Row would regularly look back with infinite fondness and amusement at the first day he spent on his own with his daughter.

But today, as both him and his week old infant cried in each other's ears, he didn't think either of them would make it through another 24 hours, let alone long enough to look back and laugh at it.

He thought he wouldn't get to the end of the parenting book he was with at the moment with his sanity intact.

He had read many books that contradicted each other. And this one was no exception.

Some said to follow a feeding schedule.

Others to do so whenever she'd demanded it.

Some said that bathing was bad for the umbilical cord.

Some others recommend to rub it with alcohol to help it fall early.

And others said not to touch it. To simply leave it alone.

Then there was Callie and her usual phrase echoing on his head "The best thing is to follow your instincts".

But that didn't help a damn either cause his instinct was messed up.

He had also read somewhere that sharing bed was good at the beginning. That it helped preventing SIDS.

Then on the next book, that sharing room was fine at first, but that bed was a risk factor in SIDS.

But hold on.

What the hell was SIDS?

They mentioned it everywhere. He went through all the pages until he found it, only to be left breathless when finding out what what it stood for:

Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.

Whose exact cause was still unknown , and although there were some preventive stuff to do -on which, by the way, all the bloody books differed- there was nothing 100% safe.

So, they meant his little Piper could just fucking die for no goddamn reason, and he wouldn't be able to do nothing about it? What the fuck! It wasn't fair!

So he found himself on the phone, dialing the number he always recurred to in times of trouble.

"I think I broke her, mom" he said as soon as he heard her pick up.

"You can't break a person, Row"

"Well, there's a first time for everything."

"Don't be overdramatic. You didn't expect it to be easy, did ya? Or you thought she was gonna be like a doll, huh? Like those that have a switch for when you get tired of playing house?"

"No but I didn't think... I mean she was much quieter in the hospital."

"Well, darling, she must have sensed the move or something."

"You mean she doesn't like my place?"

"No, you silly. Although there's room for improvement in the style... But that's not the point. She just needs time to get used to it. Also I bet she can sense your unease."

"Uh?"

"Babies have this sixth sense when it comes to the emotions of those around them. Specially mother's... Or well, in this case, you. So if she senses you're frustrated, she'll get more distressed."

"Oh." was all he could say.

"Where is she now?"

"She's right..." He looked down at the bundle he had been holding and rocking only to realize it was a bunch of dirty clothes.

Where was she? Had he lost his daughter after 5 hours? Fuck! Fucking idiot

For a moment, he forgot where he had put her and a million terrifying thoughts flashed on his head.

She wasn't crying at the moment.

And that was good.

Right?

Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was the worst thing.

Maybe one of the pillows on the sofa had fallen over her and suffocated her.

Or maybe he had mistaken her for a dirty bundle of clothes and put her in the laundry and...

"Rowan?"

"She's asleep on the bed." He suddenly remembered, peering at his bedroom to check he was right. He was. She was asleep, right in the middle of the mattress, exactly where he had placed her 10 minutes earlier.

"Then take this chance and sleep. You're good at sleeping."

It was definitely a good idea. So he hung up and tiptoed to the bedroom. He reached the bed and froze, trying to think of a way of climbing in without startling her awake.

Maybe the matress sinking at his weight woke her up. And if he got past that, perhaps if he dared to move or rolled in his sleep, he'd wake her up... Or worst; he had heard about the hundreds of kids that died overnight suffocated by their parents.

No. He decided he couldn't sleep with her.

So he got the bunch of dirty clothes and laid on the floor besides the bed, using the bundle as a pillow. He fell right off to sleep.

He woke up four hours later, and the room was still silent.

Shouldn't she need something? Shouldn't she have woken me up?

Once again, a feeling of fear invaded him as he jumped to his feet, and put a small mirror in front of her nose to make sure she was still breathing.

She was.

He sighed with relief and pecked her forehead before tiptoeing out.

He decided to make a sandwich or something, cause his stomach was roaring. Halfway through eating it, he ran his eyes through the parenting book he had left opened on the counter:

<<If your baby sleeps 4 straight hours or more wake them up for a feed; otherwise they could become dihydrated...>>

Fuck. She had been dozing for 4 hours and 20 minutes.

So he hurried into the bedroom, and leaned over the tiny bundle, a smile escaping his lips. She did know how to sleep after all. And she looked like an angel. So peaceful. Calm. It almost hurt him to disturb her. But he had to.

"Hey lil'raisin. C'mon, it's snack time" he said, gently lifting her up. "Hey, lovie. Wake up" he knew one thing he shouldn't do under any circumstances: shake her. Or make harsh movements. As that would lead to Major Danger #2:

Shaken Baby Syndrome. And that was under his control.

So he blew on her cheek instead and got her to open her eyes "Hey, Sleeping Gorgeous" he greeted, holding her up so they were face to face.

She looked up at him, directly into his eyes and something inside him melted.

Perhaps she had finally settled. Maybe now they were both fresh and rested she'd go easy on him. He could do this.

But then her face scrunched up and she whined.

"Oh no, no, no, baby, what is it? Don't cry. Don't cry. C'mon." Then he felt a warm liquid on his hand. "Okay, okay, message received. Let's do this"

He got a towel and unswaddled her, hoping he'd be able to remember how it was done afterwards and praying for it only being number one. It was, but he hadn't folded the nappy correctly and it had leaked all over the onesie, the blanket and... His duvet. Goddamn it.

He sighed. If he kept calm, she'd sense it. "Okay, me darl. Shh. Hold on a second. Where... Where've I left the nappies? Where?" He looked around the room but no sight of the pack. Shit. Last time he had changed her in the living room? So it had to be there. "Okay, hang on a minute sweets. I'll be right back" he ran out to get the pack, as the wailing got louder.

"Alright. Alright. I've got it, I've got it. I'm here. Hush" he managed to do it surprisingly fast and without new incidents. "Alright, alright. Almost done. C'mere." He lifted her up, checking the nappy was properly sealed, and went to the kitchen area where he had left the last clean onesie.

On his way, he found the pinky he had been looking for earlier as well "Hey look at this. Here it was." he washed it with water and put it in her open mouth. She began to suck instinctively, calming down.

Thank. Fucking. Goodness.

He sighed in relief.

He could do this.

He laid her down in the kitchen counter, so he could wash his hands, throw his wee stained t-shirt to the washer and unfold the onesie. She squirmed a little, but kept quiet.

"Alright, let's put this on you. Please don't squirm too much, darling. I don't want to hurt you." he pleaded.

"Okay, it's all done" he announced 10 minutes later, when he finally managed to button up all the miniscule buttons on the onesie. Bloody miniscule buttons made for small mothers' hands.

"What's next? Oh yes, bottle. Alright. Coming right up"

Just when he had put the bottle to warm up, she spit the pinky, and began fussing. "Hey, love , here" he put it back, but she spit again. "You ain't buying it, are you? You're hungry, and the pinky isn't fooling you." He chuckled "Clever girl. Alright, it's almost done so don't worry, okay? It's almost there" he took her back into his arms, and paced around until the microwave beeped.

He made a mental note to never again waking her up before the bottle was done.

Never again.

"Okay Princess. Here's your cocktail, made with love." he announced, as he carried her to the couch and sat down, propping her up and watching as she immediately sucked into the nipple, face relaxing instantly.

"Yea, you were hungry right? That's what happens when you sleep through lunch time. I hope you've learned your lesson, and that next time, you let me know alright?" He grinned, as a hand closed around his hair.

But she suddenly pulled away from the nipple and began to fuss again, halfway through the bottle "What? That's all? You're done? So much impatience for half a bottle? No, you've gotta keep going. C'mon" he offered the nipple, and she rejected it, hand pulling his hair

"Ow! Ow! Pips, no honey. Let go. C'mon. C'mon dear, let go." he set the bottle aside and used his free hand to untangle hers from his hair. She cried louder. "Hey, okay, okay, you can pull my hair off if you keep quiet. Uh? Deal?" He got more cries in response. His face fell.

"But you never did this in hospital. You didn't give Daddy hell like this. Why now? Why do you do this when I'm all alone? Am I such a bad dad? I mean I'm following every step. I'm doing my best. Please give me a break" he pleaded, changing her to an upright position.

He was doing nothing wrong, was he? He was doing everything just like he had been taught in hospital.

Well except maybe...

He had an idea and laid her on the couch "Alright, shhh. Let's try this one" he said, unbuttoning her onesie again, -making a mental note to ask Len if he could get him some bigger ones that wouldn't take forever to deal with- and bringing her back to his chest. She instinctively snuggled up, and quieted within seconds at the contact of both their skins.

And he didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry. "So you just wanted this? Well you should've said so earlier." He did both, out of amusement and relief.

Fuck he had cried more these past 7 hours than in the entire last decade. It was ridiculous, really. That someone so little could have such a big effect on him.

"So, where were we hon?" He offered the bottle and this time she did latch, body glued to his, and grey piercing eyes looking right through him, as if she was staring at his soul, as if she was reminding him why he was doing all this. And all the worries that had crowed him until that moment, just disappeared.

I can do this.

He didn't detach her from his chest for the rest of the day, as that seemed to keep her at peace and he didn't mind it. Rather enjoyed it.

So he changed his peed sheets and threw the nappy away, made himself some coffee and broke the mug in the process, as he struggled to do the whole thing with one hand. Then he had to pick it up and cut himself off with one of the shattered pieces. However, he didn't mind: it was worth it as long as she remained undisturbed.

"Are you two better?" Mom asked when she called in the evening.

"Yes, yes. We're... We're alright. Got the ultimate trick. I think we came to an understanding."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Where is she, by the way?"

"Right here." he pressed his lips on the top of her head, rested on his shoulder.

"Has she eaten properly?'

"Aye. Then spat some of it on me and... Yea. I think she's good." she had finished both bottles fairly quickly.

"And you? How are you eating?"

"Managed to eat half a sandwich. So not too bad."

"Finish it."

"I'm fine, mother."

"Row by neglecting yourself you're putting her in danger too. So eat properly and stay sane for the sake of you both, okay?"

He sighed. "Alright. I'll finish the stupid sandwich."

"And eat some food or whatever. Vitamins."

"Shit, this is like being 10 again."

They hung up and Row did as told, in spite of himself. Mom had a point.

So he finished the sandwich and grabbed an apple, eating it in bites, chewing it slowly and as silently as possible so he wouldn't disturb his daughter.

Damn it was cold. He'd have to turn the heat on, which he never did cause the bill afterwards was terrifying. But hell, both of them were half naked in February. And he had already spent a fortune on that prune sized person, might as well keep her alive and warm.

Then he laid down with her cuddled on his bare chest as she breathed in uneven, scary patterns, which Callie had told him were normal.

And soon, he found they were breathing in sync, every breath he took was three of hers. Or 5. Or none.

But it was normal, he reminded himself. Her breathing system has to develop still. She's fine.

He was exhausted, but completely wakeful at the same time, cause he was hypnotized by the sight of his little sleeping prune.

Like he would be countless nights in the future.

Because there was no better remedy for panic, no better way to put his thoughts in order and make him feel the strongest, happiest man on Earth than the sight of his daughter sleeping.

🥁🥁🥁🥁

As always, a big Heya to my only reader friend, @definitely-darcy. As you know I'm nervous about this chapter, but I enjoyed writing it a lot. So I hope you like It.

Xx ~Pookie

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“Do you have daddy issues?” - (Single Dad) Roger x Reader

Summary: Mr. Taylor hires you to babysit his two kids. (For argument’s sake, Reader is 18/19/20… whatever you want her to be, so she’s legal. If I don’t clarify this someone will have something to say.)

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[A/N: I know. I’m a bitch. No smut this time, folks. Sometimes it just be that way. And y’all know the 300 rule - it’s still in play.]

“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had,” you groan as you and Roger sit at a table in a quaint little restaurant preparing yourself for your parents’ arrival. They agreed to this dinner, albeit reluctantly. You aren’t too happy about it either, but Roger insists on it.

He pulls your hand to him and starts to laugh, gripping it tight. “Trust me, I’ve had worse.”

“Trust me,” you snip. “I know you haven’t. This is going to end in complete disaster.”

“You look stunning,” he smiles, rubbing your arm trying to calm you down. “I’m here with the prettiest…”

You don’t hear a single word he’s saying. You’re nervous. Worried. Angry. Already convinced that this is going to end terribly. “They’re bitter, angry, terrible people, Roger,” you say interrupting him as you push his hand away. “And they already hate you and they don’t even know you.”

“I wouldn’t like me either if I was…” He stops before he even finishes his statement and quickly starts another. “I’ve charmed bitter people before. I’m sure this won’t be a problem.”

Ten minutes later, ten minutes of you looking around and not saying a word, you finally break your silence. “Can we leave? They’re not coming. They would have been here by now.”

“We are not leaving. We’re going to at least enjoy a nice dinner whether they come or not.” You shoot him an annoyed look and he pushes his glass to you. “Have a drink…”

You shake your head no and push it back. “Water is fine.” He keeps talking but you’re not paying any attention to what he says, especially not now. You take a deep breath, sigh and adjust yourself in your seat. “They’re here.”

You’re not happy to see them. The feeling is mutual. “Hello,” your mom tautly says as she gets to the table, both parents don’t acknowledge Roger’s hand he’s holding out to greet them with. “What’s the emergency?”

“There is no emergency,” you seethe. “I just wanted to have dinner.”

The silence at the table is awkward. No one speaks until the waiter comes to take the order, and even then, no one seems happy to be there. No one knows what to even say. That is, until your father turns to Roger and shoots him a glare that could melt steel. “What are your intentions with my daughter?”

You slam your hands on the table, ready for an argument. “Daddy…”

“No,” he yells, forgetting you’re in public. “I want to know what this grown man could possibly want with a girl like you.”

Roger clears his throat and keeps his tone calm. “With all due respect, sir, she is a grown…”

“She’s not grown. She can’t take care of herself,” you father snips.

“Please stop it,” your mother groans. “Y/N, I know that you’re enjoying your fun. I know this is exciting and it’s a new adventure, but you need to understand that…”

“No, you need to understand,” you fuss. “You need to understand that this isn’t just some…”

“Sex,” you dad says. “That’s what it is. Sex. That’s the only thing he could possibly want from you.”

“Look,” Roger says, trying not to yell, somehow managing to keep his composure. “You may not see her worth, but I do.”

“Excuse me? You don’t know how I see my daughter.”

Roger has lost the composure he was so desperately trying to keep, his face is starting to turn red with anger. “Clearly you don’t think she has much to offer since you think the only thing I can possibly want from her is sex.”

“Well it cant possibly be because you enjoy the conversation,” your father chuckles. “She can’t even keep herself focused enough to play a game of Gin.”

“You were right, Y/N. This isn’t worth it.” He grabs your arm and starts to stand up.

“Wait! Don’t leave,” your mother begs. “Sit. Please.” Tears are starting to puddle in her eyes and for once you start to see that this is more than just selfish reasonings she has for disapproving your relationship. “You need to understand why we are… not exactly happy about all of this.”

You want to reason with her. You try to reason with her. “My entire life up to this point has been lived to satisfy you. I’ve done things you wanted me to do. I’ve worn the clothes you wanted me to wear. I’ve dated people you wanted me to date.”

“So this is rebellion,” your father chuffs.

“No, Daddy. This isn’t rebellion.” You reach across the table and grab his hand. “This is me being happy. Roger makes me happy.” But no matter how hard you sit here and plead, his expression isn’t changing. “This dinner was his idea, so you know, and you’re not even giving him a chance.”

He pulls his hand away and turns his scowl back to Roger. “I’ve heard about you, Mr. Taylor. I’ve heard about you and your ways and you will not bring my daughter down that road. I did not raise my daughter to go flouncing around London with some…. drummer who is almost twice her age.”

Now you’ve had enough. “No, you raised me to be some prim and proper, boring flake like mother.”

Roger grabs your arm again, trying to calm you down. “Y/N, stop…”

“No, Roger. I’m tired of this. He can look down his damn nose at me all they want but I’m not going to let him sit here and talk about you like you’re a piece of trash.” You stand up and grab your purse. “Lets go.” Roger throws money on the table and steps away.

“Where are you going?” your mother whines.

“Have sex. Hot, steamy, raw sex. Since that’s all I’m good for.”

Dinner went exactly how you expected it to. They were never going to accept this, but you had to find a way for them to. They annoyed you, but all parents annoy their children in one way or another. You were about to embark on a whirlwind adventure and you needed them in your corner.

When you pulled up at the house and got out of the car, you slammed the door and walked inside. The girls were already in bed – and that was a good thing because they didn’t need to inadvertently be subjected to your mood.

“You better fuck me good,” you tell him when the babysitter leaves. You asked him to bring you back to your flat and he refused. He didn’t want to leave you alone. Not like this.

He starts to laugh. “Can we maybe get settled in first?”

“No.” You’re not finding any of this funny and his obvious amusement is only causing you more annoyance.

He tries to pull you into a hug, but you push him away. “You need to calm down.” He’s trying to be patient with you, but you’re making it difficult.

“I will. After you fuck me.”

“You’re not getting any tonight,” he smirks.

“Why?”

“Because I feel just a bit weird thinking about how you want me to fuck you because your father pissed you off.” He gives you a sympathetic, sarcastic laugh and pats you on top of your head. “Do you have daddy issues, Y/N?” he jokes.

“You’re the only daddy I’m having an issue with right now,” you groan and push his hand away.

You walk into the kitchen and grab a glass out of the cabinet. You lean over the sink, taking deep breaths as you get some water. He brings over a bottle of wine and starts to open it. “I don’t want wine. I have water.”

He pulls you into a hug and you start to cry, unable to keep everything bottled up any longer. You’re angry. You’re upset. You’re worried. Everything has become so overwhelming. “Go soak in the tub, relax, and we’ll talk about everything, alright?” He kisses you on top of your head and holds you tighter. “We’ll get through whatever we have to get through together. I promise.” You squeeze him tighter and he doesn’t let you go. Everything you’re feeling is so much more than just about your parents now. You’re excited about the future, but you’re also petrified. And you don’t know how to tell him about any of it.

You did what he suggested. You soaked in the tub and relaxed. Well, as much as you could. Your mind wouldn’t turn off, and it wasn’t going to turn off until you talked to Roger. You need to talk to him and you need his reassurance that everything is going to be okay. When you walk back in the bedroom, he’s laying on the bed watching tv, hands behind his head, almost sleeping. You crawl next to him and snuggle up to him. “I’m sorry for bringing all of this ridiculous drama to your life.”

He pulls you closer and turns off the television. “It’s worth it.”

He doesn’t understand what you’re trying to tell him… because you’re not telling him what you need to say. “The drama is only going to get worse.”

“It’s worth it,” he sleepily grumbles. “Let’s get some sleep. It’s been a hard night.”

Liv told you she wanted her hair big this evening, so you walked out of their bedroom to grab the hairspray. These are the times you enjoyed the most you think – just you and the girls, giggling and answering their crazy questions that always seem to come out of nowhere. You’ve been feeling a lot more maternal with them lately, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“I wish she was as fun as Y/N,” you hear Birdie say before you get back in the room. “Maybe she can come with us!”

“That’s stupid,” you hear Liv say. “She needs to stay here with Daddy.”

You hurry back in the room so they stop talking about that. Their mother. It breaks your heart when you hear them say things like that. At first it only upset you to know that they felt somewhat of a disconnect with her, but as time goes on it upsets you not just for them, but for her, too.

“Y/N do you live here now?” Liv asks as you get her to sit at the vanity.

“I…” You don’t know how to answer this, just like you don’t know how to answer so many of their innocent, yet brutal, questions. “I am here a lot, huh?”

“We like you here. So does Daddy.”

“I like being here,” you smile.

“Are you Daddy’s girlfriend?” Birdie asks. “Emily says her daddy said you are.”

“I… uh…” Once again, you’re stumped. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

“Good.” They start to giggle and give each other sneaky grins, and you start to cringe because you know the next question is going to be a doozy.

“Are you getting married?” Birdie asks.

And just as expected, Liv pipes in with her opinion. “Princesses have to get married.”

“No,” you laugh. “We’re not getting married.”

“Why not?” they both ask at the same time.

“Because… There’s no reason to do that.” A distraction. They need a distraction. You need to divert their attention somewhere. “Do you two want to do my hair and makeup?” You thought that would do it. They were excited, and you sit on the floor and await your makeover.

You glance over to the door and see Roger leaning against the frame with a smile on his face, not saying a word. The girls don’t notice him – not at first, because they’re too occupied, not just with your hair and makeup, but more than likely trying to think of new questions to ask. Your eyes lock immediately and you stare at each other with soft smiles.

“Daddy loves you,” Birdie pipes up. “Do you love Daddy?”

“I do,” you whisper with a smile, still looking at Roger in the doorway.

“Daddy says he has to leave again for a little while,” Liv says, amazingly not bothered. “Are you staying with us?”

“Daddy! Get out!” Birdie yells when she notices him there and runs over to the door. “You can’t see her until we’re finished!” She pushes him back and slams the door. “Boys are so annoying,” she sighs as she rolls her eyes.

You wave her over and laugh. “Oh they’re not so bad. One day you might like them.”

“Wait until you see her, daddy. She’s really a princess!” Birdie exclaims as she runs down the stairs. You follow behind, looking absolutely ridiculous with your hair a complete mess and your makeup not much better

“Wow. Y/N,” he says, unable to find his words, trying not to laugh. “You look…”

“Like a princess,” Liv giggles.

“Yeah,” he laughs. “Prettier than a plain old princess.”

“I think my hair is quite exquisite,” you grin.

“Who did your hair?”

“Liv did my hair. Birdie did my makeup.”

“Well I know I have the three prettiest girls in the world right here.” He tugs you close to him with a huge smile, a smile you’ve become so accustomed to seeing on his face. A smile you never want to be without.

“Can we eat dinner now?” the girls ask.

The four of you sit at the table and eat dinner in an unusual silence. Usually it’s an incessant chatter or a barrage of questions being fired off by the girls, but not tonight. And you don’t know why you’re suddenly so fucking emotional about all of it. These three – Roger and the girls – have brought you so much ridiculous joy over the past six months and you’ve never gotten emotional about it before.

That’s why when their mom comes to pick them up, you make sure you’re the one who rushes to the door, forgetting all about your ridiculous makeup and hair. All you want to do is distract yourself so you don’t start crying.

“Wow,” she laughs when you open the door. “Is this the new style?”

You pretend to be hurt. “You mean it’s not a good look on me?”

“Y/N? Can I speak to you? Please?” she asks as she motions to the living room. You step in, and she follows, and you take a deep breath, because you don’t have a clue what she wants to talk to you about. Her tone isn’t angry, just a slight hint of annoyance, and her expression is one of faux force. “You do know that I’m their mother, right? Those are my girls, not yours.”

“Then be there for them more. Not just when it’s convenient for you,” you snip before relaxing, sighing loudly and sitting down on the sofa, motioning for her to join you. “Look, they are amazing kids, and I know you love them. And they adore you. I’m not here to steal them from you.”

She knows that. She knows deep down that she shouldn’t be doing anything but thanking you for taking care of them, for being there for them when she couldn’t, or wouldn’t. “I stopped by last week and they were here with another sitter. Do you know how terrible that made me feel? That he couldn’t even trust me to take my own kids for the night?”

There is so much you want to tell her right now. You want to lash out. You want to yell at her, tell her if she was a bit more responsible, or a bit more present for the girls then Roger wouldn’t feel the need to call someone else for help. You want to tell her to be more responsible, to maybe put the girls above herself for once. But it’s not your place. She’s talking to you – so maybe she’ll listen to you. Maybe you can play mediator and try to fix whatever is broken. “Look, next weekend is some awards thing we’re going to. He already has someone to stay with them, but…”

“I’ll come get them Thursday,” she quickly interrupts with a huge smile.

“Don’t forget?” you smirk.

“No, no I won’t forget.” She grabs you into a big hug before pulling back, realizing that it a bit too much. “The girls adore you too, you know.” She grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. “Thank you for being here for them, Y/N. I mean that.”

“I’m not trying to take your place with them.”

“I know.”

Feeling somewhat empowered right now, you take it upon yourself to share more of his plans with her. “He’s leaving for Munich in a few weeks.”

“Are you going with him?”

“He never asked. But if you need me to stay…”

“No. No. I’ll take time off of work. Or bring them with me. They may have fun.”

“They’d like that.”

Roger walks in, quite impressed with the dent you seem to have made. “Thursday, huh? I’ll call Kate and cancel.” The girls run in behind him and latch on to her legs. She turns around and mouths a silent “thank you” to you before Roger walks them out.

“What did you hear?” you ask him as he walks back in, a suspicious smile on his face. You’re not sure if he’s okay with everything you told her.

“All of it.” Before you can start to explain, he starts to laugh. “Maybe you can make sense to her. I’ve tried and nothing ever seems to stick.” He sits down next to you and lifts your legs to his lap. “So you’re coming to Munich?”

“You never asked.”

“I am now.”

“I’ll have to check my schedule,” you grin. You lean your head back on the sofa and just look at him. Watch him surveying the room as he rests his hands on you, his thumb unconsciously rubbing your leg. Watching him as you wonder how in the hell you’re lucky enough for all of this. “Roger?”

“Hmm?” He turns his head and looks at you with a smile.

“I’m late.”

“Late for what?” You purse your lips and raise a brow before rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands. You hear him take a deep breath and whisper. “Oh… shit.”

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bohemiansweede · 4 years

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Santa Baby

Ch 1

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

A /N Roger is a widower with 2 kids Christmas 85

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Chapter 2, 3 and Epilogue in link below

Thank you

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When you left the agency downtown after your interview, it really felt awesome, you had a great feeling about this. Even though you had been so nervous during the filming it still felt good

Also in the waiting area there were several gorgeous talented young ladies who all were very confident to get the job..They had much better resumes than you a and you got a slight sinking feeling

But now it was over, there wasn’t that much more you could do than go home again and wait

You took the subway back to your apartment on the other side of town and did not even get inside your home before you received a phone call.

The agency said you got on to the next phase, they needed to see you again the very same afternoon

You took an apple from the fruit basket on the kitchen counter and rushed away again, they wanted to see ME again… me?

When you came back you saw a man inside their office that looked familiar

- Welcome back Y/N

The agent shook my hand

He had blond unruly hair, big blue eyes which pierced right thru you and his lips, you caught yourself of staring ..

- This is Mr Taylor, he is from now on your boss.. congratulations Y/N

You froze and couldn’t get a word out from your mouth

The man stood up and grabbed your hand in his, it was strong and warm..

- Y/N? I am Mr Taylor but please call me Roger

You sat down and gulped down your water

- We are very happy that you aplied, you have just what we are looking for

-But.. But I don’t understand, the others, they were much more qualified than me..

- Well.. I.. Roger cleared his throat.. I don’t need a college student, I need a someone who can take care of my kids. Someone with natural talent, humour.. And also.. It was a big plus that you could start right away

- Yes.. Well that is no problem at all

- Great, the lady said so you start now the 1:st of December instead of January then, so if you are still interested in the job, please do sign theese pappers Y/N, Thank you

You saw his eyes trail on you while you tried to concentrate on the paperwork

- Y/N.. I was thinkin if you could come by my house earlier now on Friday before the kids arrive, I could show you around

- S.. Sure.. I can do that, you didn’t recognize your own voice, it sounded like you were in a bubble

- Great, look.. I have to go now.. But thank you yet again Y/N.. and see you in four days

Your body felt warm from his looks and smiles and his hand in yours

What on earth had you got yourself into

Queen was one of your idols, you had never seen them live but you had always been a fan of their music

Actually it was Brian who were your favourite member, but Roger had always caught your eye. And now when you saw him in person you really felt attracted to him.. There was something special about that drummer

The upcoming days you packed your things and prepaired for Friday, you had so much to do that you forgot about being nervous

Days just flew by and soon it was D-day

He lived an hour outside of London so you took the bus

The small stroll from the bus stop up to his house was a grawel road and was surrounded by beautiful countryside scenery

It was a freezing cold day

His house looked huge, like a big mansion, no wonder that they needed your help, you thought for yourself

You rang the door bell and soon you heard someone rumble on the other side

- Hi Y/N Welcome, He took your hand and placed a fast soft kiss on your cheek.. Please do come in

It was warm and cozy inside, you hung up your coat

- Damn it is cold outside today.. Was it hard to find the directions out here?

- No.. It was ok, it was a small lie, you had a little dilemma to find the right bus..

But francly right now you gaved a shit, you were here now, you didn’t want to leave

He led you into the massive kitchen

- Do you cook? Mr Ta.. I mean Roger

- Infact I do.. Whenever I can I try to do homecooked meals for the kids.. Do you want anything to drink?

- Yes.. Please.. Would love tea with a splash of milk..

You remembered something you heard years ago and you got so tempted to joke with him about the sugar meme he told in a studio interview, but you knew he appreciated the privacy

You took your mug and wandered out in the living room area

You passed a big wall full of gold and platina records, so much for that privacy

- Sooo... You know who I am right?

- I do... But to be honest I really don't know that much about you tho..

He smiled and took a sip of his coffee

You turned around and looked at the other wall it was full of photographs

Of Queen.. Him when he was young..his ( you assumened) parents, kids and wedding photos

- This is Simon, he is almost 6 and here is Sally.. She just turned 3

- Ahhh they are adorable.. Must be a handful

- Yes.. They are but .. They are all that I have..

He looked down

- Your wife is beautiful, when is she coming home?

- Ehh.. She's not.. She passed away last year.. cancer

- Omg.. I am so so sorry I didn’t know

You stood in silence and felt so stupid

- You could not know.. She was shy and was never with me on tour, pretty anomynus so I did not speak so much of this.. her.. well .. After she.. just by respect.. you know

You saw a small tear form in his eyes

He changed subject with showing you the rest of his big house

- I really wanted to do Christmas decoration before the kids arrived but I..

- I understand.. We can do it together someday. . We have time

He showed you the kids rooms and the guestroom which was in between their and his room.. It had an ensuite and he had made your bed with pretty pillows and blankets.. It was so sweet, you smiled when you thought of his effort to make you feel welcome

You arranged all your clothes in the wardrobe and the dresser

All the sudden it was loud noices from downstairs

- DADDY!!!!!!

You saw the kids running towards their dad and he bent down giving them big hugs and kisses

- Y/N.. Meet my kids.. And Peter, this is Y/N my nanny..

The older man took your hand

- I am.. I was Lindas dad.. Pleasure to meet you

You felt your throat got thick

- Daddy... I want to show her my room Sally grabbed your leg and bounced up and down

- Nice to meet you Sir.. I... sorry.. got to…

You followed the kids upstairs again and they were very eager to show you everything. Simon had a lot of books in his room and seamed like really bright kid, Sally.. Well she was a real little Princess

- Kids!!!? Come on down let us order some pizza

It was, a rumble downstairs

- YAYYYHHHH!!!

It was a pure joy to see him, his whole face lighted up when they were home

He went to take a shower while you set the table, you were just about to take down the glasses from a shelf when you felt that he was right behind you

- Let me help you with that

His arm reached above you and you could feel his warmth and he smelled so good from the shower, you just wanted to feel his arms around your body

He smiled at you and placed the glasses on the table

- What do you want to drink? Water? Soda? Wine?

- I can take a soda please

He grabbed soda for you three and a beer for him

When the food arrived you sat by the table all of you and you finally started to feel comfortable, more relaxed

- Kids.. Why don't we start to decorate for Christmas tomorrow?

You looked at him while speaking and he nodded and smiled at you and formed a silent* thank you *with his lips

After dinner he took the kids upstairs and arranged a bath

You stood by the door and watched him, he had taken of his shirt and bent down in the huge tub, it was bubbles and water everywhere

- Next time you do it... He removed some bubbles from his cheek and smirked

Your cheeks flushed.. His jeans was wet now and strained over his thighs

- I am soakin wet.. Jeeez.. might aswell take a bath myself

The kids laughed and splashed around even more

You gaved him the towels and helped him dry the kids up and put on their pyjamas, you sat across him and could not stop staring at his body. You swore that he heard your heart pounding

- Thank you.. They really like you he said and stood up puttning on his bathrobe

- Awww I am so happy they do.. I really like them aswell..

- Y/N.. Can you please read me a bed time story?

- Well of course I can Simon

You followed him into his room and sat by his bed

You started to read about Peter Pan and it was not many pages until the little man was asleep

You looked up and saw Roger in the doorway

You switched off the light and walked out, tried to close the door as quiet as you could

You nudged his torso as you passed him

- I.. I think it is time for me to go to bed aswell

- Ohh ok.. Please do so.. Yet again, Thank you for everything

He caressed your arm and your whole body catched fire

You went into your room and took a well needed shower

When you felt the warm water running down your body you thought of his hands.. Imagined how it would feel to have him touching you

Your own hands wandered down your breasts and down further to the burning intimate area

You circeled your clit fast, you were desperate for touch, you saw him in front of you his wet torso and tight jeans.. felt him.. A tiny whimper slipped from your lips and you froze, hoped that he or the kids didn’t hear you ..or him

You stopped and listened after sounds.. then you continued to pump your fingers in and out your tight pussy, you moaned and hoped the water could muffle the sound from you

Wrapping a towel around your body you got to your bed and stared up on the cealing

You wondered if he felt same attraction as you did while you trailed of to sleep

To be continued...

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