#all of us clapping when columbo shows up

[columboscreens]

#columbo #season 1 #blueprint for murder #all of us clapping when columbo shows up #wow look at him go! so talented

[sunnyie-eve]

Somebody To Love (Part 18- Bites The Dust)

(Ben!RogerTaylor)

Word count: 1,841

Warnings: Angst

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Later that night we fly back home for a month break in the tour. My mother was kind enough to watch Felix for a week so I would have a small break. I wanted to sleep in for the day but Roger was determined to drag me along to the studio. "Rog, I love being around when you all are in the studio, but I just want to stay home in bed." I whine spreading my body out of the bed. "Get dressed and let's go! I want to do the same as you but I have work." He slaps my butt making me get out of bed.

"Alice, nice for you to join us." Brian smiles as Roger drags me into the room. "I wanted to stay home and sleep in." I glare at Roger as he goes to sit on the sofa. "Ouch, you don't care to hang out with me and Deaky anymore." Brian puts his hand over his heart making me smile. "He's right Alice. Ever since you married Roger you forgot about us." Deaky adds making me walk over to him and hug him. "I'm sorry, I miss hangout with you guys." I pull Brian into a hug too. "You know what? I'm sure Chrissie won't mind if I steal you for a few days. I miss my best friend." Brian shakes me in his arms kissing the top of my head.

"You aren't stealing my wife!" Roger points at us. "I agreed, Bri. How about we just run off for a few days with Alice." Deaky jokes wrapping his arms around me too. "EXCUSE ME! SHE'S MINE!" Roger runs over to us pulling me out of their grip carrying me over to the sofa. "I have some news." Jim says walking over to the table. "Fred fired Reid last night." He says upset and the guys get pissed especially Roger. Fucking Paul... I told John not to do it.

While Deaky explains the new song he wrote, I get up and go stand next to Jim. "I knew this was going to happen." I whisper so he'll only hear me. "You knew?" He asks looking at me. "Before you walked up to him and Paul... Paul told Reid to talk Fred into going solo. I guess that pisses off Fred." I say as he takes his papers out. "I never liked Paul." He smiles at me and I pat his back. "Same, I think he's trying to control Fred." I say before going back to sit in the sofa.

"We're a rock and roll band. We don't do disco." Roger tells Deaky still pissed off about the news. "It's not disco." Deaky says not going to fight about it. "Then what is it?" Brian now jumps in. "It's Queen." He says as Fred starts to speak from the booth. "You fired Reid without consulting us! You don't make decisions for the band." Roger stands up from the sofa and Brian walks over to him, "Hey." He says trying to keep Rog calm.

"Well, I'm terribly sorry, dear. It's done. Besides... Miami will manage us." Fred says walking over to Jim. Paul looks over at me with a slight smile and I glare at him. "Are you high again?" Brian asks and I decide to stand up walking up behind him and Roger. "Well done, Columbo." He says not caring. "You need to slow down, Fred." I say putting both my hands on Bri and Rog's shoulders. "Oh, don't be such a bore. I'm here, aren't I?" He says making me roll my eyes. "Are you?" Roger asks removing my hand off his shoulder taking it into his hand.

"I don't care if you're shit-faced. As long as you can sing." Deaky says handing everyone the music sheet. "No, John, I don't want wanna play it." He says as Deaky walks away. "I'm all for it." Fred looks at the sheet. "What is that supposed to mean?" Roger asks making Paul chuckle and I turn my head to look at him. "I'm tired of the bloody anthems. I want the energy in the clubs. The bodies, I want to make people move." Fred says and Brian talks, "You mean disco?"

"Why not?" Paul speaks up from behind us. "Do you mind pissing off?" I let go of Roger's hand crossing my arms. "This is a band discussion." Brian adds making Paul just look at us. "Drum loops? Synthesizers?" Roger starts again. "If you say so." Fred looks up at him. "It's not us." Roger spits out. "Us?" Fred asks. "It's not Queen!" Roger says getting madder. "QUEEN IS WHATEVER I SAY IT IS!" Fred shouts making Brian scoffs while Roger walks up to Fred. "Well, you can play your own bloody drums, then." Fred then uses the paper in his hand shoving Roger's face away. "Fred." Me and Brian say together. "Okay, let's see how good a boxer you really are!" Roger rushes back over to Fred and me and Brian rush to stop them. "Roger!" I shout as Brian holds him back, "Take it easy! Take it easy!"

I wrap my arms around Roger from behind to make him relax as I rest my head against the back of his shoulder. "All right, Muhammad Ali." Brian says and we all look at Deaky as he plays his bass. "That's quite a cool riff, actually." Brian's say still between the two. "It will be... if you all just shut up and play." Deaky says annoyed with the band. "He started it." Fred says when Brian hit him walking away. "Oh, shut up!" I say holding Roger tighter. Deaky starts to play the song again causing me and Roger to nod our head to it while Fred read the lyrics walking around us.

"Okay, I'll do it. I'll do it!" Jim says picking up his case. "Just relax." I whisper to Roger letting him go. "I love you." He kisses me before I go sit down and watch them play the song. "I love you too." I smile going to sit on the sofa as Paul eyes me.

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February 1981

At the moment we were in Japan for this part of this tour. "Roger, Don't you get tired of showing off Felix every show?" I ask as he take his son out of my arms. "Nope, I love to show everyone my little boy that we made together." He kisses me and runs out on stage. The crowd screams like they usually do when they see him then Roger brings him back to me. "Have fun." I kiss him holding our son close to me. "I swear your daddy loves to annoy mommy." I laugh kissing his nose. "Dada." Felix says giggling. "You said your first word!" I kiss him all over his little face. I hold him bouncing up and down, "Now can you say mama?" I ask him and he makes a face, "Dada." He smiles at me.

"JIM!" I yell for him running around to find him. "What's wrong?" He asks in a panic. "Felix said his first word!" I smile and Jim chuckles, "Next time don't scare me like that, but what was is?" He smiles down at Felix. "Dada." Felix claps his hands together. "Dada? What about your mama?" Jim takes his little hands and Felix sticks out his tongue. "Apparently he doesn't like his mama as much as his dada." I joke making Jim laugh too. "He'll learn when he's older that you look after him the most." Jim smiles before walking away as Paul comes up to us.

"Can you say bad guy?" I ask bouncing him looking at Paul. "Very funny Alice dear." He laughs smiling at Felix. "Eww don't smile at my son. You hate me, so that means keep away from him too." I turn Felix to face me. "Don't be like that Alice." He says placing a hand on my shoulder which I quickly shake off. "Paul, Why are you talking to me?" I ask him walking back to the side of the stage. "I have no one else to bother." He says crossing his arms. "Well stop." I say watching Roger play the drums. "Don't you get tired of holding him?" Paul ask eyes me.

"Yes but also I put him down at times." I say putting Felix on the ground since he hardly crawls around. "I'm actually happy his first word wasn't mama. His mama is a bitch who doesn't mind her own business." He says staring into my eye. "Oh, Of course you would say that, Prenter! I know not to trust you and I know you want to pull Freddie strings." I say and he starts to laugh as the crowd awws. "Alice, dear!" Brian says into the microphone and I see Felix crawling on the stage. "FELIX!" I shout and Roger leaves his drum kit picking him up. "Dada!" He Felix giggles and Roger about losses it. "HE SAID HIS FIRST WORD! ALICE DID YOU HEAR HIM!" He yells into Brian's mic and I rush over to him.

"Yes, it's he's fourth time saying dada. Sorry, Fred!" I take Felix out of Roger's arms and walk off stage. "Aren't you just full of surprises tonight?" I baby talk walking to the back room to sit on the sofa taking out his earbuds. "Mama." He giggles clapping his hands together. "That's my baby boy!" I shower him in kisses.

About 34 minutes pass and the boys come backstage to have a drink for finishing the last show in Japan. "Did my little boy say anymore words?" Roger jumps on the sofa next to me. "He finally said Mama." I say passing him over to Rog. "Rog, The break coming up after the show in Brazil... I'm going to stay home when your start again. Rog, I'm 30 years old taking care of a 9 month old baby on tour with a rock band." I turn to face him with just a tired smile. "But I need you on tour with me." Roger takes my hand into his.

"Why? So you can remember not to cheat on me? You're about to be fucking 32 and still need me to come on tour so you won't cheat on your wife! That's pathetic Roger Taylor. Now give me my son." I stand up reaching for Felix and he gives him too me. "Don't follow me." I say holding Felix close to me leaving the venue. "Jim, can you book me a flight home now please? Then fly my bags home whenever... I'm ready to go home." I says tapping him on the shoulder. "Yes, Of course. Would you like me to drive you to the airport?" He asks and I nod my head. Once we get to the airport I tell Jim why I'm going home, and if Roger decides to ruin our marriage then that's on him. "Be safe, Alice." He hugs me as I leave to get on the plane.

#ben!roger taylor #ben hardy #gwilym lee #joe mazzello #rami malek #queen #roger taylor #brain may #john deacon #freddie mercury #borhap boys #bohemian rapsody cast #bohemian rapsody movie #bohrhap #bohemian rhapsody

[redwine-house]

More Than Madness Ch.3  (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Nachos

(Ao3) (Wattpad)

(Masterlist)

You were the edgy girl at school, which was a shock because people who cried when they got an Atari for Christmas weren’t exactly very high in the high school social hierarchy. Perhaps it was because you always physically grabbed attention with bright colors and sometimes ridiculous clothes. One day you wore the stage outfit from Bowie’s performance of ‘Rebel, Rebel” in 1976. With a crop top tied in a knot in the front covered in high wasted red pants and suspenders, the boys’ eyes were glued to you. You favorite touch was the blue polka dot scarf around your neck.

You were sent home the second you walked into class.

People were bound to see your personality if they were paying attention. You were kind and eccentric, which was interesting, and the fact that you were always glued to King Steve shot you into the stratosphere.

So it made sense that the edgy rock girl got the attention of the new student. Billie oozed hard rock and sex. He had lived in Hawkins for what seemed like seconds and he already had the girls wrapped around his roaming, sinful finger - except for one.

Billie was a hot head and violent. His hubris needed its own desk and he was obscenely lewd. Yet somehow, you were the only one who saw it. Perhaps it was because you didn’t fall under his spell or he truly found you attractive, most likely both, but he was determined to win you over.

You grabbed your English book out of your locker. School had just let out and you were planning to work on your homework with Steve. It wasn’t his strongest subject, and you had high grades in the class. So you helped him as much as you could. Slamming your locker shut, Billie was revealed, casually leaning against the lockers with a toothpick between his teeth and trouble in his eyes.

He spit out the toothpick and looked you up and down. He tilted his chin up. “Lady Stardust.” He licked his lips. “I never thought I’d see her in person.”

“Femme fetale emerging from the shadows,’” you said with a teasing half smile. You wiggled your fingers. “Bye, Billie.” You turned on your heel and silently gagged. You were literally flirting with danger, but you would rather him be a slimy ladies’ man than your enemy. Of course he could always turn against you if you continued to avoid his advances. Lucky for you, a tall pair of legs and a mane of brown hair came to your rescue.

You jumped onto Steve’s back, something you had done since you were five. Without even looking he hooked his arms under your knees. “Where have you been, you fuckwit?” you whispered harshly into his ear. “Billie’s been harassing me.”

“He harasses everybody,” Steve said, doing a little hop to get you higher. “Don’t put yourself on such a high pedestal.” As Steve walked across the parking lot, you felt the stares. “People don’t get it,” he suddenly said.

“Get what?”

Steve rolled his head in a circle. “This…thing.”

“It sounds like you don’t know what this is.” You laughed at his inability to communicate.

Steve blew you off. “Friends. Whatever.”

“King Steve doesn’t have friends,” you mocked in a deep baritone, “he has minions.”

Steve let out a short chuckle and shook his head. “If I had minions they would have kicked your ass,” he clapped back.

The ride to your house was short and sweet. It included bad singing and a sick air guitar solo that forced you to grab the wheel from the passenger’s seat. But you made it in one piece and were sitting on your bedroom floor, surrounded by books and papers.

“ So your parents just go to Cancun for a week and trust you to watch the house?” Steve asked, looking irritated.

You looked over a rough draft of Steve’s most recent essay. “When you behave, you earn trust.” You tapped your pencil on the paper. “Your writing has improved so much, truly.”

Steve had one leg pulled to his chest, resting his wrist on his knee. He reclined against your dresser. “Next Mark Twain over here.”

You glared at him. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

Steve held up his hands. “You’re the one who said it.”

The room was quiet as you both worked, often punctured by snarky remarks and goading.

“Steve?”

“Dusty?”

You bit your lip. You weren’t sure how to bring this up, or if you should bring it up. Barb was Nancy’s best friend, making Steve connected to her by association. He was one of the last people who had seen her before she disappeared, and he was the only person you could turn to about Barb’s case.

“I was wondering if we could talk about Barb.”

Steve immediately stiffened. They playful tone in his voice had melted away. He raised his eyebrows. “There’s nothing to talk about. She got noshed on by a bear.” He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. “No use talking about it.”

You refused to give up. “That’s just it. We only have black bears in Indiana. It’s very rare that they attack on the offensive. Chief has no interest in what I have to tell him. He’s too fascinated with rotting pumpkins.” You began to sound desperate. “And he’s exhausted from it! He almost bit my head off the other day-”

“Dusty,” Steve snapped. “Just leave it alone, okay? I already had Nancy up my ass with this Barb shit and you jumping on the wagon is the last thing I need. Her parents already got some Murray Bauman on it.” He got to his feet and picked up his backpack. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“What is happening?” you asked to your empty room.                                            

“I’m sorry, ma’am. Chief Hopper is out in the field. I can’t tell you when he’s going to be back.”

“Well, can you give me an estimate?” The woman with the cat eye glasses and obscene amount of lipstick asked. She had told you earlier that her name was Martha.

You shook your head. “No, I cannot tell you when he solves a crime. It tends to be subjective.”

“I don’t appreciate your sarcasm, young lady,” Martha glared.

“And I’m concerned about your attachment to Hummels.”

Martha leaned forward. She was so close that your noses almost touched. With narrowed eyes she spat, “I’ll have you know that my Hummel Apple Tree Boy is worth $3,950.”

You tilted your head. “Now I’m even more concerned.”

Martha stepped back in a huff. “I’m going to personally call the chief today and tell him how unprofessional his clerk is.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh, he knows.”

Playing with Martha was fun, but you were genuinely worried about Hopper. He had been chasing the pumpkin lead into the ground. He even rounded up a team of officers to coordinate their search party. Now, it was your job to play sentry between a meeting with a man you didn’t recognize and anyone who asked for him.

You anxiously tapped your pen on your desk, your imagination running wild. Hopper tended to let you in on almost everything over the past year, but he had suddenly become evasive. You had an inkling that these pumpkins he was investigating weren’t just pumpkins.

Suddenly, you heard raised voices and you were immediately concerned. Whoever was in his office had to be a real sleazebag if Jim Hopper raised his voice. You watched the visitor leave like a hawk. As soon as he walked out the front door, you strode to his office.

“Chief, what is going on?” You leaned against the door, shutting it with a good bang.

Hopper was looking out his window. He turned to you with a hand on his forehead. “Dusty,” he held up a hand, “I seriously do not have the time for this right now.”

“No.” You sat in the chair in front of his desk and crossed your arms stubbornly. “I won’t leave until you tell me what’s making you go all Columbo.” When Hopper turned you shrank in your seat. You never realized just how tall he was until now.

“Listen,” he said through gritted teeth, jabbing a finger at you, “get your ass out of my office before I drag you out!”

You, the fearless girl who pushed a kid in front of a car for making fun of Will Byers ran out of the room with tears in your eyes.

Hopper sat heavily in his chair. He buried his face in his hands. “Shit,” he swore.

Steve had gone on a rabid manhunt, looking for the three little shitheads that had started it all. He needed to find them and tell them you were hot their trail, and he needed to do it now. He had already awkwardly barged into the Wheeler’s house under the guise of a lost watch. When the boys weren’t there, he drove 90 miles an hour to the arcade. Once he pushed through the nerds and pimply pre-teens, the trio was still missing. After grabbing a bowl of nachos, he took off to the middle school.

“Little dick wads,” he muttered, pressing down on the gas pedal and dropping a cheesy corn chip into his mouth.

It wasn’t that Steve didn’t trust you. If anything, he trusted you more than anyone, but he couldn’t have your dumbass thrown into the middle of this shit show. You were too reckless and too brave for your own good. The thought made him smile.

“Dumbass carrot top.” Double checking the road to make sure it was clear, Steve leaned over and scooped up another nacho, this time grabbing the beef and jalapenos. When he looked up, a pair of red tail lights blinded him. “Shit!” He wrenched the steering wheel to the left and swerved around the station wagon. He quickly gathered himself and veered back in front of the car. Steve looked into his rearview mirror and chuckled. “Sweet.” He triumphantly popped another nacho in his mouth.

It only took him another minute to reach the middle school. He ran across the parking lot and pushed through the front doors. He came to halt. “Okay, if I was a nerd,” he said, slowly walking down the hallway, “where would I be?” Paper bowl of nachos firm in hand, he began to navigate the school.

He only knew where the stereotypical cool kid rooms were. Where Mike, Dustin, and Lucas were hiding was absolutely beyond him. Steve turned into the nearest classroom. An older man with peppered hair looked up, clearly the teacher.

“Uh, hey,” Steve said lamely. “Do you have any idea where I can find some dorks?”

The man slid his glasses onto his head. “Well, that’s a rather odd question, isn’t it?”

Steve shrugged. “Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.”

The man sighed. “If you want to fall into stereotypes, I would say the AV club.”

“Ah,” Steve said, “great.” He nodded his head in awkward silence. “So…what the hell is that?”

“Audio and visual department. Next hallway over.”

“Thanks.” Steve held out his bowl and smiled. “Nacho?”

The man grimaced. “No, thank you.”

Steve shrugged. “Later.”

It only took him a few seconds to find the AV room. Pressing his ear against the door, the sound of twerp voices greeted his ears. He banged on the door.

“Hey, assholes! It’s Steve, open the door!” The voices immediately stopped. Steve banged on the door again. ���I know you’re in there! I’m not going to leave until you open this door! You’re gonna have to deal with me no matter what!” There were hurried whispers and Steve rolled his eyes.

“State your purpose, Steve Harrington,” Dustin ordered.

Steve smacked the door with his fist. “I don’t have time for this, you little shits! Open the goddamn door!”

“State your purpose!” Dustin asserted, his voice raised.

Steve punched the door in fury. “Dusty is on to us and I’m afraid she’ll get hurt, you little dickheads! Now open this door!” Finally, the door creaked open and Steve shoved passed Dustin. Steve’s eyes shot across every boy’s face. “Why do you all look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

Dustin jumped in front of the table. “No reason!”

Steve closed his eyes and shook his head. He held up his hand. “You know what? I don’t care. Dusty is determined to figure out what actually happened to Barb.”

Will tilted his head in confusion. “But why would she be suspicious? That was a long time ago and Nancy told everyone it was a bear.”

“Hopper even backed it up,” Dustin butted in.

Lucas shook his head. “Yeah, dude. Calm down.”

After eating another nacho, Steve jabbed a finger in the boys’ faces. “Dusty is a smart girl and she works in the police station. She knows shit. She was talking about how we only have black bears and how they’re not total dicks or something.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Basically, we need to decide whether or not we should tell her, or shit out the most amazing lie known to man.”

Mike turned to Will. “I think you should decide.”

Will’s innocent brown eyes widened. “Me?”

Mike nodded. “Well, yeah. We’re helping you, and you should have control of who knows the truth.” Mike reached out and put a hand on Will’s shoulder. “We’ll be cool with whatever you decide, right guys?” Mike looked at his friends.

“Yeah,” Dustin nodded.

“Definitely,” Lucas promised.

The room was filled with heavy silence as Will thought. Finally, the boy spoke up.

“No,” he said. “I don’t want anyone else getting hurt.”

“So it’s decided,” Mike said, placing his hands on the table, “we won’t tell Dusty what’s going on.”

Dustin spoke up. “We’ll have to talk to Hopper to figure out what to tell her.” Everyone turned to Steve. “Are we all in agreement?”

Steve nodded, relieved that you were going to be sheltered from this Bedlam, but feeling immensely guilty for lying to you. “Agreed,” Steve finally said, dropping the last of his nachos in his mouth.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction