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Dead

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

All I want in life is to be happy", it's that simple. People say that it's become their own anthem. It's like whenever I start to feel good, something comes and takes it away and I feel like I'm nothing again, like I'm dead.

Falling Away From Me

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

The song is about domestic abuse and that there ways to get help whether it's telling someone or calling a help line, there are ways to get out of those situations. Noone has to be treated like that.

Trash

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

"Trash" is about how I threw my world and everything out. I threw her away. I threw my old self away. It basically comes back down to the sex thing. The battles I did on the road, this whole album is what I went through because I was on the road and I went crazy.

Beg for Me

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

"Beg For Me" is more of an angry thing because the whole thing for "Beg For Me" is the crowd. The only time I was good on tour was when I walked up onstage and that's what the song is about. Feeling wanted is something one thing I've always needed. I was shuffled around so much when I was a kid...Being up onstage was the only point was the only time when my anxiety would go away for an hour.

Make Me Bad

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

I need to feel the sickness in you" ... It's spawned from f**kin', basically, from having sex. That's where that line comes from, but it means a whole bunch of things to me. "Make Me Bad" was about the battles I had being on the road, being married and being with other women. I'm not married anymore... beause of my lifestlyle, and I just couldnt do that to my wife anymore. So that ended. But does it make me bad that I have a dick and I have f**ken other feelings to be with other people? Why should I be with just one? It seems like human beings are genetically engineered to procreate. Thats what we do, f**k everything, and that's what our natural insides want to do. It is hard to find someone like that. But she was a good woman and I didnt want to keep on... I did the right thing, I was a man about it. It was better for me to tell her and let her go on with her life and find someone who could help her and be like that. So that song was spawned by that, does it make me bad to want to be with other women? In a sence it was my only drug, why... because I dont drink anymore, I cant drink. I've been sober for a year. I dont have any other vices. So at least doing that could be something.

Hey Daddy

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

"Hey Daddy" where I was schizophrenic and there were these voices telling me to do sh*t... To kill myself, basically. Daddy is one of my nicknames, so its like I'm talking to myself the whole time. It's hard to explain.

Dirty

Song Meaning: Jonathan

"I feel like a fucking whore to record companies." "You know how it is...the way we are used and marketed." "How they make all the money off us and we don't make shit!" "The only way we make money is to go out on tour and sell merchandise" "Basiclly we write all the music and turn in and they make all the money." "So I feel like that and also I feel like a slut cuz I'd go out at night and fucking girls and so I said fuck it, I'm going to do it. The only way to escape is to have sex." "Its all kind of different issues."

Its On!

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

It's On is my sh*t peer pressure song. Me being so stressed out going out and partying. Everybody's just going 'Come on dude, it's on.' That's partying, it's alcohol, cocaine, women. All that wrapped into one. I wrote a song about it. And the chorus I talked about Why am I really doing this? It's all my fault that I'm doing this because all the alcohol, the booze an the chicks do is just make it worse. They just rearrange all the problems in a different order that I can deal with at that moment.

Freak on a Leash

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

One of the best titles I've heard ever for a song. That's my song against the music industry. Like me feeling like I'm f**kin' a pimp, a prostitute. Like I'm paraded around. I'm this freak paraded around but I got corporate America f**kin' making all the money while it's taking a part of me. It's like they stole something from me, they stole my innocence and I'm not calm anymore. I worry constantly.

Got the Life

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

That's a song baggin' on myself. How everything's always handed to me. How I look up to God and don't want this anymore. Like I want something more out of life than all this. And I've got everything I really need but I sometimes don't like. I don't know how to explain it. I have to let it sit through the songs more to actually get into what I write. I truly know, really, the meanings of the songs almost. That's what I'm getting out of it right now.

Dead Bodies Everywhere

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

That was the song about my parents trying to keep me out of the music business. My father was in it and he knew how it was and I totally understand now that I have a son. I want Nathan to be a musician but I him don't want him to go through the hell I went through. That's the same thing my Dad was doing. A lot of people can relate to it, because it's like the Dad's wanting their sons to be football players and their sons want to be doctors or something. That peer pressure its like trying to make them something they're really not. And the Dead Bodies thing is like so I did it and all I got out of it was dead bodies everywhere and got all traumatized. Thanks a lot Dad, Mom.

Children of the Korn

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

That's the song that Ice Cube is on Cube came up with the title. I fed off of what he wrote, he was talking about growing up and puberty. Dictating what he can do, like how you gonna tell me how to live and who to f**k? And all this stuff. And I took that and in my stuff I was talking about being a kid always known as the f**kin' town faggot. It's funny how things change. That some of these people picked on me and all of a sudden look who's laughing now. Also in another of the verse I talked about all these parents f**kin hating me for what I do, saying I'm corrupting their children, but in turn these parents need to step outside of themselves and really listen to what I'm talking about. Then I think they can understand that they were kids before. They're just really quick to judge me. All the Children of The Korn are all our Korn fans. All those kids going through that sh*t and feeling what I feel.

B.B.K.

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

Big black cock! That's what I call a jack and coke. Those little glasses they serve in Europe and everything. That's what I named it, big black cock. And that's another song about me dealing with the pressures of this album and how I, you know, I'm trying to kill myself, but you know? Do I really want to kill myself? Things I'm just questioning myself. Most of this is self-structured.

Pretty

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

It's a story about this little girl that came into the coroner's office when I was working there and she was f**ked by her dad. She was an 11 month old little baby girl. Her legs were broken back behind her and he just f**ked her like a toy doll and chucked her in the bathroom. It was the most heinous thing I've ever seen in my life and I still have nightmares about it.

All in the Family

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

Fred was there after Korn TV and we said, 'Let's do a song together, Hey, man, let's go back and forth and rip on each other like an old school battle.' I don't know who's idea it was, I can't remember if it was mine or Fieldy's or Fred's but we came up with the idea and we started writing and we worked on it together. I came up with some bags on myself for Fred to say. It was all in good natured fun.

Reclaim My Place

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

This one is about the whole band and about all my life being called a homosexual. And then I became this big rock star in a band and I'm still called a fag even by my own band. So it's like I was f**kin' pissed off at them. It's like erase them all because I'm gonna reclaim my place and say hey, they owe a lot to me for what I did, and I owe a lot to them back. But, it still kinda sucks. I've never ever gotten away from that fag f**kin' title. Just because I'm a sensitive kinda guy. Kinda feminine it really sucks.

Justin

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

Justin, that was the kid dying terminally with intestinal cancer. His last dying wish was to meet us and it really freaked me out. That threw a whole bunch of new kind of pressures on my head. That's really intense. Someone's gonna die and his last thing he wants to do is come hang out with us. So I truly just freaked out. It's like why would you want to meet me? What makes me so special? And in turn I talk about how I admire his strength and his life. I couldn't stare at him because he was so content he was gonna die. No one could look him in the eyes. And I totally admire his strength. I wish I had it.

Seed

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

Seed. That's all about the same thing again. I laying in bed in my hotel room, thinking about do I really need all this stuff? All this pressure on me? Because I'm a stressed out freak. It's about Nathan, it's about every time that I look into his eyes, I see myself how I used to be, innocent and stress free. I'm kind of jealous of it. It really sucks, I used to be that way. It's like I have to work so hard at this thing in my life. I have to become a stressed out freak. I put food on the table for my child. Every time I look in his eyes, I just see myself staring right back at my @ss laughing. I was like care free, innocent as a child. It's really weird and I'm really jealous of it.

Cameltosis

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

That's a love song. It's about women in general, women who hurt me. It's Tre's lyrics. He's going on about chicks and my chorus is like I'm so scared to love anyone and really let them in after I got hurt really really bad by a girl. I've let Renee in a little bit, to be honest, but I'll never be that in love ever again. That's what I'm saying, if you've loved twice, you're gonna get f**ked, 'cause you usually do.

My Gift to You

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

Renee always wanted me to write her a love song and that's why I called it My Gift To You. It's my gift to her, you know how I get sick. I always had a fantasy of f**king her and choking her to death. I fantasize about what it would look like me in her body and watching me do it. So it's like a really sick f**ked up song. I did it totally like, I love her so much, I want to take her out of this world. It's really strange. She used to leave notes on my pillow like 25 ways she'd like to kill me. She's got this weird death fetish. We're kinda f**kin' freaky. She got it. She's all 'Thank you that's kinda f**ked up. I was expecting a f**kin' I love you, baby kinda song.' I'm all, 'No, you know me.' I mean I can't do that.

Chi

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

Chi is about a lot of alcohol and drug abuse. People turn to that when they have problems so that they won't have to feel their pain. The song was named after Chi Cheng from the Deftones. We named it after him because he used to call it reggae, and he loves reggae music.

Lost

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

It's the sterotypical thing about your best friend meeting a chick, and then you're nothing

Swallow

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

That's about being paranoid. Drug-induced paranoia.

Good God

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

It's about a guy I knew in school who I thought was a my friend, but who f**ked me. He came into my life with nothing, hung out at my house, lived off me, and made me do sh*t I didn't really wanna do." "I was into new romantic music and he was a mod, and he'd tell me if I didn't dress like a mod he wouldn't be my friend anymore."

"Whenever I had plans to go on a date with a chick he'd sabotage it, because he didn't have a date or nothing. He was a gutless f**king nothing. I haven't talked to him for years.

Mr. Rogers

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

Back in the day when I was a speed freak, um... even further back when I was a little kid watchin' Mr. Rogers, that sh*t was scary. He was a freaky old man... Land of Makebelieve and Mr. f**kinMcFeely and sh*t... made me sick. So back when I was doing speed, like for 5 or 6 days I'd be trippin out and my brain would start to get freaky and get schizophrenic and stuff, and I'd tape it and watch it everyday over and over... I don't know, I was sick in the head. As a kid he told me to be polite and all it did was get me picked on. I f**king hate that man. Thanks for making me polite and trusting everyone, and easy to take advantage of. So I spent 3 months on that one song, just tweakin' on it, and it was totally just my Mr. Rogers obsession, about how evil I thought he was. Pretty much drug induced.

K @ # Ø % (Kunt)

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

People think it's sexist but it isn't. It's more subconcious b*tching at all the women who've been with me in my life. It's not about women in feneral, just those women who hurt me." "Initially, we wrote it to send to American radio for a joke, because they always chop up all the other songs. So we were going to send a 'real' single seven days later."

A.D.I.D.A.S.

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

It stands for all day I dream about sex. It's about how much of a pervert my ass is, and how I daydream about what a stud I am. But when it comes down to it, I'm a f**king pussy and I'm in there jacking off.

a** Itch

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

That was the last song I wrote, and I was so burned at writing out lyrics because everytime I write I get depressed because I start thinking about things, you know? So the whole song is about that. In the chorus it says, 'Before day, my sun will be dying'. It's because I put myself on the line all the time and for what? Because people aren't going to be listening to it anyway.

Kill You

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

It's about a relative I first met when I was 12. I f**king hate that b*tch. She's the most evil, f**ked up person I've met in my whole life. She hated my guts. She did everything she could to make my life hell. Like, when I was sick she'd feed me tea with Tabasco, which is really hot pepper oil. She'd make me drink it and say, 'You have to burn that cold out, boy'. f**ked up sh*t like that. So every night when I'd go to sleep, I'd dream of killing that b*tch. In some sick way I had a sexual fantasy about her, and I don't know what that stems from or why, but I always dreamt about f**king her and killing her

Ball Tongue

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

The meaning of ball tongue is simple. Some thought it had to do with oral sex, but in fact its about a guy we had to work with on a t-shirt (Jeff Creath). He either had a pierced tongue or a wart or something on his tongue and he was a dick to us.

Different live: Jonathan goes into a Rap (by Coolio) Called "Loddi Doddi" in the middle of the song.

Clown

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

Korn was playing a show in San Diego for a clothing card. This skinhead guy came up and started flippin' me off. When we started, I bent down and the guy took a swing at me. Our tour manager, Jeff, got into it and knocked the guy out. I wrote this song about him: 'Scared to be honest with yourself/you're a cowardly man.

Faget

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

Everyone thinks I'm bashing gay people in this song, and I'm not. It's really about me going through high school being called 'pussy,' 'queer' and all that stuff, about getting picked on by all these jocks.

Shoots and Ladders

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

It was written because all these little kids sing these nursery rhymes and they don't know what they originally meant. Everyone is so happy when singing but 'London Bridge' is about the Black Plague. All of them have these evil stories behind them." "The lyrics are all from nursery rhymes, and a lot of nursery rhymes go back to the Middle Ages. They're actually pretty twisted if you know the stories behind them, like about Black Death and stuff.

Helmet in the Bush

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

It's about a speed problem that I had. You know, you do a lot of speed and -- if you're a male -- your penis retracts severly. The guy heard at the beginning of the song is La Caco, a friend of the band. His real name is Michael and likes taco bell. He's a really Nice Guy and he has been friends with the band for years

Daddy

Song Meaning, Jonathan:

People think daddy' was writen because my dad f**ked me up the ass,thats not what the song's about. It wasn't about my dad or my mum. When I was a kid I was being abused by someone else and I went to my parents and told them about it. and they thought I was lying and joking around, they never did sh*t about it. They didn't belive it was happening to their son. I don't like to talk about that song, this is the most I've ever talked about it...

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guitars-and-kaleidoscope-eyes · 2 years

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Queen Band; X Reader; Rock Intern Chapter Two: Dinner With The Four Queens/Getting To Know Freddie

Picking up where I left off, in this post your character will be having dinner with her family and the band Queen to get to know one another in honor of your dad getting a job being a record producer with them. You also get to go to Fred's flat and get to know him more.

WARNINGS: Some anxiety.

August 20th, 1977

Your POV:

I'm standing in front of my door length mirror making sure everything looks okay. I'm wearing a knee length peach colored dress with flowers printed on it, sandals, a necklace with my name on it that one of my friends got me before I moved, and pearl earrings. I sighed and brushed my fingers through my (h/l) (h/c) hair before picking up one of the sticky notes from my mirror.

Once I told my group of friends I was moving they all got together and wrote out sticky notes saying they'll miss me and such. The pink on I was holding read: "We'll all miss you so much! Good luck with everything!!"

After finishing up the last of my makeup and grabbing my purse, I went down stairs to where dad was getting Joey ready. (I must say, Joey looked adorable with his blue tye on.)

I didn't actually realize how posh this place was until we went inside. They had marble floors, red velvet curtains, and the biggest, most expensive wine list I had ever seen! I almost felt out of place in such a sofisticsted place.

After putting in who were we were with, the women bussing tables showed us over to a table out on the back deck that was looking out over the Atlantic ocean. There sat Brian, Roger, John, and Freddie.

Roger was the first to notice us and smiled and gave a soft wave as the rest took notice of our presence. "Hello guys." Brian said as the rest did the same. My nerves were sit as I sat between Roger and John, (Roger to my left, John to my right.) with mom Brian across from Roger, dad and Joey across from John, and Freddie across from me.

Once the food arrived, conversation started. I'm not very good with taking to people I hardly know. (My family's a different story.) But apparently these guys are because after about 10 minutes of taking they all turned to me and started asking me questions. About school, my interests, my likes and dislikes. I had to apologize serval times for acting so shy and uncomfortable during the conversation. I'd never liked being asked so many questions in one conversation. (Though John was the most quiet out of all of them.) But they seemed like really great people.

I even got to learn a little about them too. Apparently Roger studied dentistry in college (Which I really cannot see.) before switching to biology and then joining Queen. And Freddie has a degree in graphic design.

Just as we were getting ready to leave, Freddie pulled me aside and asked if we could talk. "Love, I noticed you seemed a bit uncomfortable during the meal. Is everything alright?" He asked, with some concern in his eyes. I nearly melted when he called me love, but it managed to keep it together. "Everything's fine Freddie. I'm just a bit shy around people I don't know too well." I responded. "Oh don't worry dear, I completely understand. Actually, if it's alright with your parents, would you like to come over to my flat?" He asked. "I'd love to." I said, feeling a bit of excitement at the thought of being in Freddie Mercury's own flat.

After asking my parents and getting there approval, we walked around back to where his car was parked and he unlocked the door and opened it for me. On the way there he started asking me what made me want to learn piano, to which I told him that I wanted to play like Paul McCartney when I was younger.

After the 30 minute drive, we finally arrived to Freddie's flat. The outside has a gate covering a small garden. But the interior was far more gorgeous than the exterior. Japanese art, beautiful furniture, and...6 cats?

"Wow, you really like cats." I stated. "Yeah, these are my babies, Delilah, Romeo, Tiffany, Oscar, Lily, and Miko. I'm looking to get more though. He stated, as he proudly showed off his cats. "Would you like some tea?" He asked me as went into the kitchen." "Sure," I responded. "That'd be nice." "Ok darling, for now just make yourself at home." He said.

I sat down on the couch and looked at the gorgeous Japanese art. I'd never seen this your of art before, I'd only ever seen usual paintings and scheches.

"Tea's ready!" He announced as he brought it in and set it down on the coffee table. We each took ours and began to drink while talking a little. "So what do you think of England so far?" He asked. "It's nice, but I still miss Maine a lot." I responded. "Aw, honey..." He said comfortingly as he rubbed my arm. "I mean, it's nice here, and you all seem really great so far but it still doesn't compare to my hometown."

"I understand," He said. "When I was 8 years of age my parents sent me away to boarding school. My father said I was too wild and that it would make a good Parse boy out of me. Though I understood why he was doing it and that it cost him hundreds, I still developed a bit of a resentment towards them. Being sent thousands of miles away and hardly ever getting to see them for 8 years."

As he looked down a bit, with some sadness in his aura, I went to hug him. I just felt a need to comfort him and be there. I held on too him and rubbed his back for a moment before I let go and he stated "But it's not completely bad, my dear. After all, it taught me to look after myself, mature quicker, and I was able to take piano lessons at my aunt's house while I was there."

"Would you like to watch TV for a while?" Freddie asked me. I responded. "Sure, that'd be nice."

Freddie's POV:

I went to turn the TV on and Mind Your Language came up. We watched for about an hour before she fell asleep against my shoulder. (y/n)'s so sweet. After I told her about how I was sent to boarding school as a child she went to hug. With all the fame I have as a frontman, it's rare I actually get that kind of affection from someone.

I smile at her softly as I stroke her hair. I watch her sleep intensely for about 15 minutes before I notice the clock which read 9:30 pm. I get up slowly so to not wake her and call her parents in the other room to let them know that she is going to spend the night.

I go back to the other room and carefully picked her up and carry her to the guest room I have set up. I untuck the blankets, remove her shoes, and tuck her back in before kissing her forehead and whispering "Goodnight my darling.".

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leafs-lover · 3 years

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Because Two People Got Drunk: 38

Chapter 38

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Warnings: Swearing, smut; I think that’s it?

Word Count: 3200

“Your mom can never leave" you mumble as Fred crawls up behind you, wrapping his arm around you. The clock reads 9:15, and every day since Charlotte arrived she has let you sleep in. Fred asked her to come to help you with the playoffs starting. Your due date is still weeks away but he worries about something happening while he is at the rink or on road games.

You hear him chuckle slightly as his hand gently roams over your stomach “I’m sure she’d be fine with that, she’s loving being around the boys.” He gently presses kisses into your shoulder as the two of you lie in bed basking in the last few minutes of quiet.

“We need to go" you mumble as you feel him shift closer, his dick pressing between your ass cheeks.

“Why?” he shifts onto his forearm and begins gently sucking on your neck.

“Because you have practice at 11, and if we don’t get up now you won’t be able to eat and get ready in time. And breakfast smells ah-mazing” you moan as he nips along your shoulder.

“I don’t smell anything" he mumbles pressing you so your back is on the mattress. His hand trails up your stomach stopping on one of your breasts.

“Trust me and my pregnancy nose" you groan as he begins massaging your breast in his large hand.

“Babe" you gasp when he gently bites your collarbone. “I’m hungry.”

“Babies not even here and already blocking me" he smiles pulling away and off you. You laugh remembering after the twins came home from the hospital, and were still sleeping in their bassinets in your room. Every time you and Fred would try anything, even if it was just kissing one of the twins would cry. Every single time.

“Let’s get you some food mama" he says pulling you out of bed.

Once downstairs you see Oliver sitting at the table and the twins are on the floor while Charlotte makes breakfast. While pouring your morning coffees Fred walks over to the twins.

“Dadda" Noah calls reaching out for Fred to pick him up.

“Did he just talk?” you ask setting the pot down. The past few weeks the twins have become more vocal, babbling out sounds. You had a feeling they would likely start talking soon; it was just a matter of time.

“Oh he sure did" Fred cheers throwing him up in the air lightly before resting him on his hip “he sure did.”

You walk over and kiss his forehead “I really wanted it to be momma” you whine with a smile on your face.

“Maybe it’ll be Luke’s he smirks kissing Noah’s head again, though you aren’t sure. You walked in on Fred sitting on the floor with the twins a few days ago repeating “dadda” trying to get them to say it back. It appears his work paid off.

“Babe we still have time to do this" you smile leaning against the door frame to the nursery later that night. Fred is sitting on the floor with all the crib pieces laid out in front of him, holding the instructions. You can see the confused look as he compares two different pieces, trying to figure out what one is correct.

“The twins came early, Ollie came early. I have a feeling this one will too" he responds not looking up to you. “Still a bit to do. Need the change table and dresser, swap the curtains” he trails off looking at the instructions.

You walk in further and place a soft kiss on his forehead before sitting on the chair currently placed by the closet to allow Fred the space to build. Scanning around the room; while still a long ways from being completed; you are happy to see the room slowly taking shape.

Fred grabs the second fork “ready” he raises his eyebrow at you “close your eyes.”

You give him a sideways glance “they told me the flavours are better when faint. That they can become overpowering, so they also recommended dying the icing” he explains. “But let’s see if we can tell from the taste first.”

“Okay” you say closing your eyes “ready.”

“Okay” he says and you hear his fork scrap along the glass. Reaching out you grab some and you both bring it to your mouths; immediately you know what it is setting the plate down. Before you have even swallowed Fred’s lips are on yours, smushing some icing into yours.

“I really thought it would be a girl” he laughs as your eyes flick to find his deep brown orbs.

“Really? I didn’t” you wipe some cake off his cheek.

“I just didn’t think I’d go 4/4 on the boys” his lips gently press back against yours.

“I mean we’re pretty good at raising boys” you laugh “have three of them. Besides she would instantly become your favourite girl, I don’t know if I want to be your number two.”

“Yeah that would be hard for you” he laughs. “Being my number one girl for so long only to have to give it up. Me on the other hand I never had that honour. Your number one boy was never reserved for me. First it was Ollie’s, and soon it will be a four way tie and I’ll be the 5th most important man in your life.”

“If it makes you feel better it’s a close fifth, you barely miss the cut.” He doesn’t respond instead smirks and gently presses another kiss to your lips.

“I love you” he mumbles sliding his hand up your oversized shirt, finding the hem of your shorts. His fingers dance along the hem, playing with it before hooking his fingers under it to pull them down your body.

“I love you too” you moan pulling your head away slightly. He gently spreads your legs open as his index fingers ghosts back up the skin ever so lightly. Goosebumps erupt on your skin along the trail he touches. Your hands find his bare shoulders and slide over his broad muscles. He places open mouth kisses on your neck as your legs squirm slightly under him. His feather light touch continues trailing further up your legs as they fall open for him.

He slowly crawls down your body, lifting your t-shirt above your bump. He begins peppering kisses all over your stomach as you pull your last article of clothing off your body. Your nipple hardens as his hand begins to gently massage it.

“Mmm Fred” you moan as you fall back into the pillows, eyes closing.

Suddenly everything stops and you feel the mattress shift beside you. Your eyes snap open looking to your left to see Fred on his back. He is resting on the pillows near the headboard, his bulge very obvious in his boxers.

“Come here" he beckons you over.

Straddling him you roll your hips against him. His clothed member presses into your wet folds as you moan out.

“Up here baby" he mumbles grabbing your hands. He has a large smirk as he pulls you up his body until you are hovering above his mouth. You feel his warm exhale on your folds sending a tingling down your spine directly to your core.

His hands stroke over your legs before firmly gripping your hips to pull you down. His beard rubs against your thighs as his lips connect to yours.

Curse words fall from you as his tongue strokes up your folds. He licks your juices, moaning as he tastes your slick heat.

“Fuck you taste so good" he praises as his mouth attaches to your folds and he begins to suck. You try to pull away but his rough grip tightens locking you onto his face.

“Freddie" you moan bringing one hand to the wooden headboard and the other into his red locks. Your hands grasp at the roots tangling in causing him to groan under you.

You feel his tongue spread you apart and slide inside you. He curls it as it slides in further until his nose is firmly pressed into your clit. His tongue fucks in and out of you as his nose dives deeper causing a slew of curse words to fall from your lips. His strokes are soft and delicate, but you can feel your walls tensing around him.

Fred smirks from below you knowing you are getting close. His strong hands pull you closer, his beard rubbing against your thighs. Your legs begin to tremble as your hand bracing the headboard begins to slide. You feel the familiar coil in your stomach begin to tighten. Your walls begin to twitch and you take some deep breaths; you have been having a lot of sex since arriving two days ago and its beginning to be too much.

“Fred" you huffed pushing off of him with some force. His hands drop from your hips as you roll off of him.

“What babe?” he asks bringing a hand to your knee.

“I’m really sensitive” you groan “I don’t think I have two in me today.”

His face relaxes and a big grin spreads across it. “That’s fine babe” he smirks “hop back on, I want to finish.”

“If I do I don’t think I’ll be able to" your eyes drop to his tented boxers.

“I don’t care" he laughs trying to pull you back on top of him.

“But I want to" you nudge your head back towards his hard member with a devilish grin.

“Fine" he groans displeased though he has a smirk on his face.

Your hand palms over him a few times before slipping under the band. You feel some of his precum with your thumb and spread it around the tip. His eyes roll back into his head and you tug on him a few times.

His hands find his boxers and push them down his thighs, the sound of his hard member slapping against his stomach fills the room.

You continue to stroke over him a few times as he groans beside you. You try to shimmy down the bed, but Fred grips your other wrist.

He carefully pushes you onto your back crawling over you. You feel his member poke at your folds as you grip his chain pulling his face closer to yours.

Your lips meet, and next your tongue slides into his mouth. He tastes like you with a faint hint of banana. Simultaneously his member begins to slip inside your folds; swallowing your moans pressing in further. Finally he bottoms out and he pulls back slightly sucking on your bottom lip.

“You feel so good" he groans as your warmth welcomes him.

Your leg wraps around his waist and his head falls against your collar bone.

“God you feel so fucking good baby" he groans as his hips snap and he begins a slow and deep pace. Your nails find his shoulder and dig in to his warm skin.

“Fuck" he mumbles sinking his teeth into your collarbone.

He hits your cervix with every thrust, dragging his cock along your walls. Your back arches off the bed and you roll your hips onto him.

“I’m close babe" you mumble taking your nails down his back.

“Wait for me elskede" he whispers.

“I can’t” you groan as your breathing becomes erratic.

“Yes you can" he orders from above you.

All you manage is a whine as he increases his pace, chasing his own release. Your eyes snap shut trying to stop yourself from tumbling over the ledge.

Thrust after thrust your moans have become whimpers. You try to talk but strangled sounds are all you can manage.

You feel him stutter above you, but you can’t wait any longer. Your body trembles and you feel your walls clench around him. A slew of curse words spill from both of your lips as he works you through your high. One hand finds his hair as the other slides down his slick back, scratching along his muscles.

“Fuck” he groans into your neck.

After a few more thrusts you hear him grunt and his warmth floods your walls. He stills and his head falls onto your shoulder while your nails gently run through his hair.

“You’re the best boy mom" he mumbles pushing himself onto his elbows.

“Only because I have the best boys" you smile.

“Yeah but he won’t be in here for a while” you smile rubbing a hand over your stomach.

“I just want it to be ready for him. We thought we had time with the twins and then they came early. It was mayhem. We were busy going back and forth from the hospital for a few weeks and when they came home their room wasn’t even painted. We were so tired and the nursery wasn’t ready for them.”

“Mhm and then we hired someone and they painted and built the furniture and they were in it three days later" you explain.

“I said I was going to do it (Y/N), so I’m going to do it" he says dismissively tightening an allen key.

“If you didn’t wait until you were 32 weeks pregnant to pick everything out I would have had this done before the playoffs began” he groans.

You roll your eyes at that. You spent the weeks since the all-star break scouring Pinterest looking at design ideas, sending Fred screenshots. He gave his input and sent you his thought back, but planning the nursery was pushed to the back burner. You have been spending most of your time watching the boys and trying to finalize the wedding details before Charlotte came to Pittsburgh.

When you finally picked out the design Fred was just about to start the playoffs, but he still went out to the paint store and bought the supplies needed. He worked away at it throughout he first series, painting the room in portions due to the time required and the lack he had with hockey. But he still managed to get the room painted.

He told you he wanted to do this one himself. The only thing he didn’t want to do was change the light out of fear of messing up the electrical. Once he finished painting he brought someone in for a couple hours to do that work but now the rest is on him.

As much as you love watching him take the initiative to do this, his eagerness to get this complete tonight has you a little irritated because you would rather be doing something else. The twins are asleep and you can hear Charlotte and Ollie laughing downstairs at the movie they are watching.

“Do you have to do this tonight" you pout “I kind of had something else in mind.”

“Does he need a crib (Y/N)?” he picks up the instructions looking on the ground for something.

“Yes" you reply hearing him grumble about the allen key being lost.

“Then I’m building his crib. The playoffs can be crazy; I don’t have a game tonight or one to prepare for so I can do it now. If I wait who knows when I’ll get the chance” he says absentmindedly. You know he is right; the Penguins swept Philly in round one and are awaiting their next opponent, but once that starts his free time will be gone.

He is holding up two pieces trying to screw them together but before the threads catch the screw falls to the floor and you hear him grumble under his breath. You can tell his patience is wearing thin so you get up and waddle over to him struggling to sit down “babe what are you doing?” he asks watching you.

“You need help” you explain as he drops the pieces holding a hand out to help you down.

“Thanks” you sigh sitting beside him. You take the two pieces and hold them together while he begins to screw the pieces together. Fred is focussed on building the crib but your eyes get lost watching him. You pull your lip through your bottom lip and can feel wetness pooling in your core.

He constantly has to repeat instructions or tap your ankle to get your attention. Normally Fred would give in to your lingering glances but tonight he just reminds you that you have less than two months.

“Goodnight daddy” Oliver skips into the room wrapping his arms around Fred’s neck.

“Goodnight buddy” he pulls him in for a big hug giving him a kiss on the forehead taking his first break of the last hour.

“Night mommy” he says walking over to you. He gives you a hug before leaning down to give your belly a kiss “goodnight brother” he says patting your stomach a few times, his new habit.

“Oh goodnight baby” you say pulling him in to kiss his forehead.

“”Frederik! She is pregnant get her off that floor” Charlotte scolds stepping into the room.

“If I thought she would listen I would try” he calls out as the two of them head down the hall.

The crib is coming along, starting to take shape when you start to feel some pain in your lower back. You wince slightly and shift trying to get comfortable groaning slightly. A few choked moans get caught in your throat as you take a few deep sighs.

“You okay?” Fred asks seeing you. He drops the pieces in his hands, focussing solely on you. Every time you have any kind of pain or discomfort he immediately thinks you are going into pre-term labour, a risk due to your pregnancies being close together.

You bring your hand to your hip taking a deep breath, your eyes close trying to push the pain from your focus. Fred sets the pieces down and rises to his feet; he hooks his arms under your armpits helping you to your feet before scooping you up into his arms.

“I can walk” you say lightly bringing a hand to his hard chest. Fred only hums in response a light smirk on his face. He enjoys showing off his strength, always has. Before you got pregnant he would jokingly bench you or get you to climb on his back for push ups; something Oliver loves and has taken over since you are unable to at the moment.

He carries you down the hall and sets you in the bed resting on your side, placing your pregnancy pillow between your legs.

“Stay in bed” he places a soft kiss on your cheek sending heat down to your core “I’m almost done, I’ll be in soon.”

Before you can object you hear his soft tread heading towards the door and the sound of your door closing. You can hear Fred and his mom talking from the nursery, likely stepping in to help build the crib in your absence. You turn on your TV to a soft setting, finding some office reruns. You shift slightly getting comfortable while you wait for Fred to come to bed.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #434

“i hate this town, it’s so washed up, & all my friends don’t give a fuck / they’ll tell me that it’s just bad luck, when will i find where i fit in?”

You get a text from your ex. He/she wants to hang out. How do you respond? Admittedly, I would. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex that you secretly want to be more than friends with? No. Well, there are times where I think I WANT to like-like Girt, but I just don't. And yet he's always been there for me without fail, is super funny and kind and chill... but I think we were just friends for too long; he feels like my brother by this point in time. If your partner smoked, would that be a problem for you? If it was cigarettes, yes. Even weed (UNLESS it was for medicinal purposes and not a constant thing) I'd be iffy about. I just don't want to date a smoker. Lung damage is lung damage and weed actually has more carcinogens, and I don't want to sign myself up for all that. I don't want to watch my partner wither away from nonstop smoking and also have myself suffer from second-hand smoking. When will you next see your best friend? There's no telling. Right now I'm trying to be realistic and responsible with the money I DO ever get and put it towards more important investments, but I really do want to take a plane up there at some point. But that's also waiting until Covid is in the past. Heeeell no would I be stepping into an airport right now, even being vaccinated. How many tattoos would you like to have? Too many to count, ha ha. I want LOADS. Paint me, baby. :') Do you like your first name? I actually do. Have you ever talked to a boyfriend about an ex-boyfriend? Yes. It's kind of inevitable when you go into a new relationship, hoping it'll go well and be seriously invested, that you let your partner know "oh hey, this happened and seriously affected me to where I'm going to have 'my days.'" Greatest birthday gift you ever got? My snake Venus was technically a birthday present, though I obviously picked her out. Worst memory you have? Losing Jason. I can't say enough that the night of the breakup still doesn't feel real. First memory you can remember? My brother going down our slide into the Hurricane Floyd flood in our front yard, ha ha. I was around two, I wanna say? I don't feel like looking up the date of the hurricane. Oldest object you own? When did you get it? I'm sure that would be a stuffed animal we have stored away somewhere. Or my baby blanket, also safely tucked away. Meanest person you know? Why do you feel this way? I don't "know" Colleen anymore, but God knows she fit the bill. She was so fucking rude to people (yes, she was one of those people that bitched out store employees that have no control over things that inconvenienced her), the world revolved around her problems, she started drama with the damn grass... It's funny even picturing how she was my best friend once. My standards were lower for who I could befriend back then, but goddamn. Ever been dumped? By who? Yes, Jason. Technically Sara as well, but "dumped" seems like an unfitting term? Like we just talked it out and sorta mutually agreed that it was wiser that we weren't together at the time. Have you ever dumped someone? Why? Yes, mostly because I didn't like-like them. Juan was more so because I believed a rumor by Rachel, and Tyler, I just wasn't invested in and had NO desire to put up with the "we need to talk every five minutes" crap. Where do you buy most of your food? Wal-Mart. Last house you have been to: whose was it, and why were you there? My sister's, for my nephew's birthday party. Have you ever been a drunk driver? No, and fuck you if you've ever put others (and yourself) at risk like that. One kid you cannot stand? None that I know, and that's very few. Has anyone ever saved your life? Jason and Mom literally have. Last thing you cried about? Ha ha, I finished watching another SOMA playthrough earlier, and I will ALWAYS start to cry at the end. Without fail. Would you sacrifice your life for someone else's baby? I honestly think I would if it was a split-second decision. Tell me about your latest dream: I think my APAP mask wasn't positioned well last night, because I had a SHITLOAD of nightmares. Too many to even remember. Have you ever been in a limo? No. I've always wanted to experience that once, man. Have you ever been the maid of honor in a wedding party? No. Has anyone ever seen you naked? I was born naked, my man. Mom used to give my sister and I baths together, and I took a bath with a best friend once as a kid. Then one other person has. Do you have a calendar? If so, what is the theme of it? Not a current one, no. Nicest thing you have ever done for a complete stranger: I have no idea. Meanest thing you have ever done to a complete stranger: *shrug* Have you ever been sent to the principal's office? If so, why? And how did you feel? Yes, I think because they wanted to ask the reason behind all my morning tardies. I was soooo scared, just being a kid. Person you hope you never run into again: Colleen. Have you ever streaked? Heeeeell no. Why do you hate your ex? I don't hate any of them. What animal did you last pet or hold? Roman, my cat. What color is your hair? It's my natural brunette right now. I want to dye it SO badly. Have you ever fallen asleep in someone's arms? Yeah. Have you ever had to clean a cat box before? Yeah, seeing as I own an indoor cat. Christmas is coming. Who are you buying gifts for? In the hypothetical situation where I had the money, I'd buy things for my parents, my stepmom, my two immediate sisters, Ash's kids, as well as her husband, but only because I'd feel obligated to as he's considered a close member of the family. I'd also totally get something for Sara! When somebody intimidates you, how do you usually act around them? SCARED. I get quiet, stutter if I do talk, and possibly cry. Is your favorite singer in a band or does he or she ride solo? He was originally the singer of Black Sabbath, but he's been solo for forever now. I prefer him solo, honestly. Did your parents ever hang your old artwork up on the walls? Ohhh yes. Mom still does, ha ha. What is the weirdest obsession you’ve ever had? Nothing really "weird," I think... How long can you be in a car before wanting to get out? It depends on if I have my music or not. If I do, I can last hours, but if not, I don't really like being in the car at all. Have any songs ever inspired you to play an instrument? No. Do you ever use Pandora?No. Are you better with creative writing or writing essays? Creative writing, but I'm fine with both. What is the weirdest animal you’ve ever seen as a pet? I know OF someone who rescued I want to say a baby bobcat, or something along those lines, but I didn't know that guy personally. I don't think I've ever actually met someone with a truly *strange* pet... The most unique I've seen is probably just a chinchilla. If you had to change one, would you rather change your hair or your eyes? My eyes. I don't like them much, mainly the shape. What was your favorite computer game as a kid? I loved the various Oregon Trail games, as well as one I think was called The Amazon Trail 3. Then there was a few dinosaur games I LOVED, and then there were the classic kids' games like the Putt-Putt and Fred the Fish series. Any shows on TV that you flat out refuse to start watching? 13 Reasons Why. I don't even support that show existing. Pajamas with feet: yay or nay? NOOOOOOOO, that is so uncomfortable. What is your opinion on fruitcake? That's an even BIGGER "no." Who did you last dream about? I don't remember. Do you have trouble remembering important things? Yes. .-. I barely remember anything. Which animal can you imitate the best? I dunno? Have you bought any drugs this month? I don't do drugs, so. Have you ever set foot in a tanning bed? Nope, never will. Do you know the Soulja Boy dance? Ha ha, I did as a kid. My then-best friend, younger sister, and I wanted to learn it. I don't remember it now, that's for sure. What is the best ice cream flavor? Ben and Jerry's "Phish Food" is GODLY. Wallpaper on your computer's desktop? Teddy, my late dog. Do you clean when you’re upset? Hell no, I do the opposite: nothing. Do you sleep with the door open or closed? It stays open. My cat would pitch a fit otherwise. Do you know anyone who has actually been in an alcohol or drug related crash? Yes, actually. It was incredibly tragic; the both of them were high (maybe drunk, idr for sure), and my friend was driving with her best friend in the passenger seat. They crashed, and said friend's best friend died. For YEARS she would share pictures of them together on Facebook, "talking" to her, and it was just so heartbreaking. I doubt she's forgiven herself to this day, but she seems to have mostly moved on the best she could, being married with a daughter now. Have you ever gotten a professional massage? No, and I do NOT want one. I don't want some random stranger touching me in ANY way. Do you have a good relationship with your first love? No. We haven't talked in years, so maybe he feels no hatred for me at this point, but I do for myself. I don't hate him at all. Do you feel like you have life figured out? bitch hell no What would you do if you were faced with an unplanned or unwanted pregnancy (at your current age)? Was I raped? I'd almost certainly abort because I would be traumatized as FUCK. If it was my own fault, I think I'd go through with the pregnancy, but give the baby up for adoption. There is no way I could raise a kid right now. Or probably ever. Water or Gatorade? I don't like either, really, but I HATE Gatorade. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? It's been pierced twice, and I'm thinking of getting it redone again, but this time use a hoop instead of a stud to keep the damn piercing from falling out and closing in my sleep. Have you ever slapped someone? On the arm as a kid. That doesn't excuse it, though. Who are the pictures of in the room? I have a lot of posters, but no real photographs of anyone. Have your parents ever smoked pot? Dad did a lot of drugs before I was born, but Mom's never touched anything. I think. Would you ever consider moving to a different country? I'd love to live in Canada, if that didn't entail leaving my family. What is your favourite food from your culture? Cheeseburgers, alsdf;alwer Do you know any pick-up lines in a foreign language? No. What degree are you or will you pursue while in college? I've dropped out of college three times. I am never going back to major in anything. I changed my major quite a few times while I was there. Favorite arcade game? I don't really have one. One of my life goals is to go to an arcade that has Silent Hill: The Arcade, though. There are very few throughout the world, and it looks fun. Would other people consider your sense of humor inappropriate? I don't see how. Some inappropriate things can make me laugh, but it's definitely not my favorite form of humor, and I myself don't really make jokes of that sort. Who is your biggest celebrity crush right now? Mark Fischbach. :'') What are they famous for? He's a big YouTuber, aND WILL ALSO BE A MAIN ACTOR IN A SHOW NEXT YEAR. LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO. Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend? No, I would NOT stand for that bullshit. Do you have any gay family members? I know my mom's... cousin I want to say is gay. Somebody related to her is. Was your first kiss romantic? I feel like it was. What are you most likely to go to jail for? Pirating shit. Well, can you even be locked up for downloading minor shit? Shows what I know. Have you ever liked someone that was in a relationship with someone else? Boy, have I. Would you ever get a boob job? When (or if...) I lose all the weight I want, I can almost guarantee a breast lift will be something I'd want. Certain things happen when you lose a shitload of weight alsdkf;alkwe Have you ever tried to break up anyone because you liked one of them? Not intentionally. What would you think if you found out your ex was gay? If we're talking THE ex, safe to say I'd be shocked. Did you ever think someone didn’t like you, but come to find out they really did? It's weird, I've felt both ways with Girt? Like there were times I was pretty much 100% certain he liked me, but I'd also be like "nah, no way, he sees me as a sister." Turns out he like-liked me. Are you worried about anything right now? I can't possibly recall the last time I WASN'T worried about something. When you are home alone, do you still close the door when you shower? I don't shower when I'm home alone because I'm afraid of ever fainting and busting my ass again. What noise do you hear? I'm currently listening to "All Signs Point To Lauderdale" by A Day to Remember, and I can also hear my fan going. Do you go online everyday? Pretty much without fail. It'll probably be a cold day in Hell before I willingly don't come online, ha ha.

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FFBT - Sister Act

Commission for @bruce-bannerd

“Yeah Mom, sounds good. Next week, 2:00.” Shaggy hung up the phone. He was fine. Everything was fine.

He was already going fuzzy, wasn’t he? This did not bode well.

“Like Scooby, call the gang! It’s an emergency!”

Though he was more comfortable with himself than he had been not too long ago, it was rare to see Shaggy in full wolf mode outside the full Moon. But there he was, curled up against Velma, fretting.

“Okay Shag, we all want to help, but we need to know what’s wrong.” Fred said gently, holding Shaggy’s paw-like hand.

It took the werewolf a few tries to get the words out. “So, like, apparently last week they found black mold at Sugies school after a lot of the kids got sick.” Really badly sick. “Mom, like, didn’t want to worry me until she got Sugie’s medical results back. She’s gonna be fine.”

“Oh thank goodness.” Daphne breathed a sigh of relief. His baby sister getting seriously ill while he couldn’t even be there for her would have wrecked him badly.

“Yeah.” Shaggy squeezed Fred’s hand and curled deeper into Velma. “So they, like closed the school building and they’re going to do the rest of the year online. But that doesn’t affect the campus Mom works at, so she’s can’t be home with Sugie and doesn’t want to leave her home alone all day, and Dad’s still on deployment so-”

“Rugie’s romming rere.” Scooby finished.

“And I don’t know how to hide this,” he gestured to himself.

“I don’t think you can.” Fred pointed out. “You’re too worried about her.”

Shaggy sighed. “But what if she’s scared of me?”

Daphne laughed softly. “Shaggy, not one person who’s seen you like this has been scared of you.” Scared for him maybe, but never of him. “I don’t think Sugie’s going to break the trend.”

In retrospect, Velma was glad she hadn’t burned that hoodie. She had been tempted, sure, it was a symbol to her of the self-loathing Shaggy had felt. Now it may have been unseasonably warm, but was good for hiding if Shaggy suddenly sprouted fur or pointed ears. Which normally wasn’t a problem, but he was so worried it might be there was a risk of self fulfilling prophecy.

“Shaggy!” A blue bundle of energy hopped off the train and wrapped her arms around her brother.

He hugged her back and felt something in the wolf leap for joy. He was almost tempted to grow a tail just so he could wag it. A piece of his family was with him again! “Missed you, Sugs.”

“Missed you too, bro.”

Velma picked up the suitcase where Sugie had dropped it, grinning at how happy Shaggy was. “We’re going to pick up lunch on the way home. Any place you’d like to go Sugie?”

“Mellow Mushroom! I wanna get a multi-mushroom pizza and the mushroom soup!”

“Craving mushrooms?” Daphne asked, hiding a giggle.

“I shall eat fungus as an act of revenge.” Sugie said with the solemness only a twelve year old could muster.

Shaggy thought a moment. “Grilled Portobellos for dinner?”

Sugie squeezed him again. “And this is why I love you bro, you get me.”

They sat curled up in the living room, food half consumed, when Velma started giving Shaggy a meaningful look he couldn't avoid. He wanted to argue that it could wait until after lunch, but knew that he’d just keep avoiding it if given half the chance. He sighed and put down his pizza slice. “Sugie, there’s something we need to talk about. Some stuff has, like, changed since you and Mom left.”

“If you’re telling me you got a girlfriend, I don’t believe you.” Sugie said, attention still on her pizza.

Shaggy rolled his eyes. Yes, but that wasn’t the point. Okay, like a band aid. “Sugie I’m a werewolf.”

This at least got her to pause in her pizza eating. “Seriously?” she said in a tone that bespoke more ‘So you you really expect me to believe that’ rather than ‘You're really a werewolf’.

“It’s been an interesting past few months.” Fred allowed.

“Uh-huh.” Sugie’s attention was back on the pizza, clearly not believing a word of this.

Velma sighed. “Sugie look at your brother.”

She did and dropped her slice of pizza, which was snatched by Scooby before it hit the ground. “Shaggy, you...you-”

Shaggy ducked in on himself, more self-conscious about going full werewolf than he’d been in months.

“That is SO AWESOME!” Sugie was practically bouncing in her seat. “Oh man, can I touch your ears.” She reached her hand forward only to have it stopped by Daphne.

“You’ve been eating pizza. Wash your hands first.” She chided.

“Wash my hands?” Sugie asked in disbelief. “My brother is a werewolf and you want me to worry about washing my hands?”

“Would you want someone running greasy fingers through your hair?” Daphne shot back.

Sugie looked at her mulishly, but got up to head to the bathroom.

“Like was that really necessary Daph?” Shaggy asked. “Have you ever tried to wash grease out of hair? Yes.” Daphne said vehemently.

“I’m really sorry that trap backfired.” Fred apologized.

“It was an accident.” Daphne kissed him.

“Okay, hands clean, it is petting time!” Sugie declared. She didn’t even bother getting back on the couch, just came up behind it and started scratching behind Shaggy’s ears like she’d done with Scooby all her life. He leaned into the touch, clearly treasuring the contact.

“This is so cool.” Sugie whispered.

“You don’t think it’s, like, weird?” Shaggy asked.

“Oh it’s weird, but in the best way.” Sugie was still grinning. “What did Mom and Dad say?”

It was the wrong thing to say as she felt her brother tense under her fingers, the thumping of the tail against the back of the couch stopping. “Bro?”

“You can’t tell them.” he begged, “Promise me Sug.”

“It’s a conversation best had in person.” Velma explained. “Having your family upset at you is painful for werewolves, so we want to do it when we’re here to soften the potential blow.” Yes it was glossing over the more serious aspects of what could happen, but the fact that rejection could equal death for her brother was a heavy thing for a preteen, especially one who’d just gone through something as traumatic as what had happened with the mold.

“Hmph. Well, I guess that means I gotta be the problem child if you’re stuck being the good one. Way to be a teenage werewolf and have it be boring.” Her words were in a mischievous tone, but followed with a hug. “I won’t tell Shaggy. Promise.” And she meant it.

“Told you it would be fine.” Velma said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Sugie straightened up. “Wait...wait...what was that?”

“A kiss,” said Velma with a smirk. “You know, something girlfriends do to their boyfriends and vice versa.”

“Oh no. No no no. The werewolf deal is one thing but a girlfriend? How? And Velma? She’s smart?” Sugie sounded super offended.

Everyone laughed, even Shaggy. The fact that Sugie was far more upset over him having a girlfriend over being a werewolf was unexpected, but welcome nonetheless.

Everything was going to be okay.

#BruceBannerd #Fangs For Being There #Scooby Doo #Werewolf!Shaggy #Commission #Ghost Writing

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years

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Gateway Drug | Part Seventy-Three

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“I am going to kill you!” I shout, chasing Stevie and Slash over the hotel beds with Duff eventually tackling me when they lock themselves into the bathroom.

“You’re the one who ate the brownies, Viv! It’s common sense not to do that!” Steven tells me from the other side of the door.

“Your ass is grass and I’m going to mow it!” I yell back.

“No one’s mowing ass!” Duff tells me. “We’re just gonna wait for it to pass." He says in reference to my inevitable high.

“I’m gonna puke.” I insist, pushing him off of me.

“D-Do you feel sick?” He asks me, worried, and I open the door of the bathroom, Steven and Slash peeking their heads out of the shower from behind the curtain.

“No, I’m gonna make myself throw up so I don’t trip balls.” I explain.

“Ew.” Slash mumbles.

“Viv, no, it won’t be that bad.” Steven assures me as I kneel over the toilet, and Duff pulls me up.

“It’s not like it’s gonna kill you, Viv, alright, just stay in the room and let it run its course. Don’t do that to yourself.” He tells me, motioning to the toilet and I raise my brows.

“Just go lay down and relax.” Slash adds.

“Fine.” I state, stepping out of the bathroom.

"So, you've got this handled." Stevie starts to Duff.

"Yeah?"

"We're going back down to the bar." Steven declares, pulling Slash to the door with him.

"Dude, what? They were your brownies." Duff tells him.

"That she ate without asking." Steven points out.

"I was hungry!"

"Then you go to McDonalds! You don't eat brownies you find in our room!" Steven replies.

"Alright, okay, you two go. I got this." Duff sighs.

"Thank you. Bye." He replies and they leave us, Duff shutting the door behind them as I lay down, getting under the covers and turning the TV on, Looney Tunes playing as Duff steps to the bed.

"You can go back downstairs, I'm sure I'll be fine. I don't even feel anything." I mumble and he looks at me, pointedly.

"No, I'm staying." He states, taking his jacket and boots off, getting in to bed with me, sitting up against the headboard as I lay my head in his lap.

A few minutes later, I'm getting out from under the covers because it's rubbing against my skin too hard.

"You okay?" Duff asks me when I go to pull my shirt over my head.

"My freaking skin hurts." I reply and he raises his brows.

"It's the brownies."

"It's not the brownies." I reply, suddenly freezing when I make eye contact with Daffy Duck, catching him staring at me through the TV, and feel feathers against my fingers.

"What're you doing?" Duff asks me and I realize I'm rubbing my finger tips together on both hands, and when I look at him, another realization comes to mind.

"If you combine 'Daffy' and 'Duck' you get 'Duffy'." I tell him and he raises a brow.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Or 'Dack'. I feel like this is a perfect time for you to tell me my favorite joke." I tell him and he raises his brows. "'Paint my house'." I mock his voice, giggles consuming me once I'm done and he laughs with me.

"Viv--"

"--I'm kinda hungry."

"You ate five brownies, babe." He reminds me.

"Pot brownies don't count as food." I state, reaching for the phone. "I'm getting room service."

"No, no," he stops me, chuckling, grabbing the phone from me. "You do not want to get food while you're high and hungry. You'll order stuff you've never even heard of and we'll be murdered for running up the bill."

"We can just get Doc to pay for it." I shrug, going for the phone in his hand.

"Which is why it's not a good idea." He explains.

"If he gets his panties in a wad over room service he can just eat a brownie and he'll feel fine." I snatch the phone from him and dart for the bathroom.

"Vivian, baby!" He calls, opening the bathroom door before I can close it but it's too late, I'm dialing the number for room service, swatting Duff's hand away, though the movement seems as if it's delayed--at least my vision is delayed, or my mind, I don't know.

"Hello?" The man on the other line picks up and I furrow my brows, the fear that he knows I'm high infiltrating my mind. "Hello?" He repeats and I hang up and drop the phone.

"What if he tells my parents?" I ask myself, trying to stay calm as anxiety rises.

"W-What?" Duff asks me, confused.

"Dad will kill me. Mom--oh, God, mom will never let me live it down." I push past him to pace in the room and he furrows his brows.

"Viv--"

"--How do I even begin to explain to my parents I'm on drugs. Does pot even count as a drug? It's natural--so is fucking arsenic but do you see anybody putting that shit in brownies?" I ask myself. "I'm going to hell." I conclude, tears coming to my eyes. "I'm going to hell." I repeat, my voice cracking.

"Viv, you ate them on accident, you're not going to hell for accidentally getting high."

"I want Nikki." I say next, my heart beat beginning to hammer.

"If he finds out you're like this, we could get in trouble, Viv." Duff tells me.

"I want Nikki." I repeat, my breathing getting more frantic.

I stare at Fred, Doc, and Rich Fischer...and Bob Timmons, rolling my jaw as they look at me pointedly, waiting for me to say something in response. Anything.

“Are you gonna say anything?” Doc finally asks me and I lick my lips.

“What the hell am I supposed to say, Doc?” I ask him, furrowing my brows a little. “I-I’ve tried to talk to him about it a million times the past three years and he refuses to acknowledge he has an issue.” I state.

“Because he feels like he’s got nothing to lose.” Doc informs me. “I know you two aren’t on good terms, anyway, but, Vivian, we can’t have one of our guys nearly falling out on stage on smack. That’s not good press.”

“Since when the hell do we care about good or bad press?” I laugh humorlessly.

“Since I don’t want Nikki to fucking die on this tour.” Doc snaps.

“Can’t make money off tickets if the bassist dies and there’s no band to tour, anymore, right?” I ask him, poking my lip out sarcastically for a moment and he glares at me.

“I’m not in it for money.” Fred cuts in, seriously, a genuine look of worry on his face. “He’s like a brother to me. I’m not fucking in it for the money. I just don’t wanna see him dead.”

“We’re already getting a divorce so what the hell is it gonna do to threaten divorce if he doesn’t stop shooting up?” I ask them, raising my brows.

“I promise, it’ll get his attention.” Fred assures me.

“Do you know something that I don’t?” I cut my eyes at him. “Because all I’ve heard is how ready he is to get away from me and be free.”

“Just talk to him.” Fred ignores my question, which confirms that whatever shit Nikki feeds me about wanting to leave me as soon as possible is all bark with no bite behind it.

“What’s in it for me?” I ask them.

“The gratification of knowing you’re doing what Jesus would do.” Doc sarcastically replies.

“Jesus would exorcise him.” I bite back.

“I promise we haven’t ruled that option out yet.” He sighs out.

That was the first of many “what’re we going to do about Nikki?” meetings on that tour. Nikki had gone on high as hell--thinking no one noticed--and nearly passed out after flipping down the stage and taking way too long to get back up, and when he did get up, he nearly fell off the stage and could barely keep his eyes open. They had to remedy his stupor with a few bumps of coke during Tommy’s drum solo.

He got up in arms if anyone tried to confront him about it, brushing it off like he was just really tired that night, so they called me up to bat.

I guess they forgot I couldn’t talk to him about anything without it turning into a fight--especially not about his heroin addiction.

"So, even though we're separated and he's your client, you're leaving it up to me to convince him to get sober?" I clarify.

"He's not doing himself any favors, Vivian, you know that. This isn't just affecting your marriage." Doc tells me.

"Um, yeah, I've been trying to tell you that for years now but the second it turns into him risking the loss of money going in to your pockets you're all about getting him some fucking help." I snap, standing up. "Thank you for confirming you're the piece of shit I was afraid you were."

"Vivian, wai--"

"--Go fuck yourself, Doc. You're lucky I don't fucking fire you."

I leave the meeting with Fred at my heels.

"Viv, wait." He grasps at my wrist and turns me to face him, making me flare my nostrils with frustration.

"I'm not talking to him, Fred."

"Vivian, he's more likely to listen to you than any of us."

"Are you kidding me?! He'll laugh in my face!" I give up and raise my voice, hoping it'll get my point across since they seem to not understand english when it's spoken calmly and quietly.

"Viv, just try it. Just once. Please." He begs.

"Fine."

I already felt like it was my job to fix him, and having that responsibility of being the only one capable of getting Nikki to slow down only added to that burden that I knew right away I'd be unable to bear but tried to do so anyway.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I was locked out of mine and my husband's room. I accidentally left the key in there before I left and he doesn't have his with him, either." I tell the receptionist at the front desk of the hotel.

"Do you have any ID?" She asks me and I pull out my license, smiling.

"Here you go." I show her. "Vivian and Nikki Sixx, but the room name is probably under Doc McGhee." I add and she flips through bookings for a moment before she nods.

"Got it." She tells me, opening a drawer and pulling a spare out.

"Thank you." I tell her politely, taking the key and heading to the elevator.

"Enjoy your night." She replies.

"Thanks, you too." I grin to myself mischievously, ready to piss on Nikki's parade.

I get up to his room and unlock the door, smelling sweaty clothes, vomit, possibly urine, definite shit, semen, smoke, heroin, and coke.

"Ew." I mumble, seeing that he is nowhere to be found.

I immediately start shuffling through his things, every pant pocket, every compartment in his suitcase, under the bed, in the drawers, under the mattress, in the pillow cases, in the bathroom, the closet, under the dresser, under the TV stand, the night stand, behind the bed, behind wall paintings, everywhere, and find absolutely nothing.

"You've got to be kidding me." I say to myself, looking at the disheveled room. "If I were Nikki Sixx where would I hide my stash?" I say next…an idea popping into my mind. "The last thing I'd think anyone would suspect I would even touch." I answer myself, going back to the nightstand drawer, opening it back up to see a bible.

I open it and find the jackpot.

I don't know where he found the time to hollow it out and put a baggie of china white and a small bindle of coke inside but I don't have time to think about it.

"Really should have taken the expensive stuff with you, baby." I state, taking the china white out and pouring the powder into the toilet before throwing the baggie away, doing the same with the coke.

I go to fix everything the way I found it but I'm stopped by the sound of the door knob being unlocked.

I dodge into the closet, shutting the door as best as I can, hearing the room door swing open, and the sound of Nikki stumbling in, laughing while another woman giggles, making my heart hammer in my chest.

"What's wrong?" I hear her giggling come to an abrupt stop.

"I don't feel good, take a rain check." He brushes her off, and I hear him walk around the room, probably noticing it looks like a tornado hit it, worse than how he left it.

"I thought we were gonna have some fun, though." I hear the pout in her voice.

"I'm sure Vinnie would take you up on that. He's across the hall." He sounds even more disinterested by the second, aggravation in his tone, but I don't believe it's because her.

"Fucking rockstars." She complains, stomping out and slamming the door.

"I can smell your perfume from here, Viv." He says, and I hear him kick some stuff out of his way before the sound of him sitting on the bed.

I roll my eyes and step out of the closet, smiling at him innocently.

"What the fuck are you doing in here? How'd you even fucking get it?"

"I got a key." I inform him.

"What are you doing here?" He asks again and I go to speak but can't, not knowing what lie to come up with.

I hesitate for too long, giving him too much time to think about it.

"Oh, you didn't." He sneers, before quickly walking to the nightstand, opening the drawer and grabbing the bible before he opens it to see it's empty. "God damnit, Vivian!"

By this time I'm already almost at the door, within arms reach, but he's rushing to me and grabbing my hair, pulling me back, causing me to cry out before he's shoving me to the bed.

"Where did you put it?!" He demands and I take deep breaths, staring at him.

"I flushed it." I admit honestly and his face turns red, his fist balling up at his sides.

"You did what?" He shakily asks again and I sit up.

"I. Flushed. It." I repeat.

"Do you realize how much money that shit costs?!" He outbursts and I move to get off the bed, but he grabs my arm roughly so I can't get away.

"Let go of me." I warn him, trying to get out of his grasp.

"Answer me!" He barks at me.

I don't say another thing, my foot jutting out to kick him off of me, hard.

"Trust me, I know how much money that shit costs because you've been prioritizing it over our other finances for the past five years!" I argue back.

"You fucking bitch!" He screams as I go for the door again.

"You strung out junkie!" I yell back.

The lamp shatters against the door when he throws it, the only light in the room is now coming from the bathroom and I turn to face him, anger growing in me at the fact he threw a lamp at me over something so stupid.

I'm taking my heel off and throwing it at him next before turning back around to leave, but when the blade of his switchblade lands a foot away from me, in the carpet, I get fed up.

I lunge at him, the two of us hitting the hotel floor with a heavy thud, my nails clawing at his bare chest before he shoves me off of him and grabs my wrists, the two of us in a stare off, catching our breath.

"I'm only here because I'm worried about you, asshole!" I outburst at him."Your health is going to shit and--"

"--Oh, for fucks sake, Viv, when I die everything's going to you so don't act like you're not foaming at the mouth for me to finally croak." He snaps at me, pulling himself onto the bed, laying on his back.

"If I were eagerly awaiting your death I wouldn't be flushing anything to keep you away from it."

"As if I won't call up a dealer the second you get the fuck out. Speaking of which: get the fuck out." He motions to the door and I stand over him.

"I'm not done talking."

"I am."

"Good, then you won't argue when I say that you need to slow down because Doc's getting uneasy due to that stunt you pulled last night."

"I was tired."

"You were high."

"They don't know that."

"They sure do know that, they just haven't confronted you themselves because they don't need you going at them like a rabid dog."

"Bullshit."

"There was a meeting. They even brought in Bob Timmons, Nikki." I reply and he closes his eyes and lets out a sharp breath before he sits up. "They were hoping maybe us talking about it might encourage you to put your health as a priority." I add, leaving out "get sober or get divorced," deciding that's the last thing he needs to hear, and he nods. "I know it probably won't do much, but, Nikki, we're really worried--I'm really worried."

"We've had this conversation how many fucking times, Vivian?" He scoffs out, looking up at me.

"I'm not an idiot, Nikki, you're not okay. You don't look good, you don't smell good, you didn't sound good--"

"--Are you done?" His voice gravels out, unamused, and in denial.

"Nikki."

"I don't look good because I'm tired, I don't smell good because I haven't showered yet, and you don't know shit about music so who the fuck are you to tell me if I sounded good or not?"

"You realize I'm not that naive little pipsqueak that just wanted to keep the peace and went along with whatever you said years ago, right?"

"At least you knew how to keep your fucking mouth shut unless I wanted it open for reasons that had nothing to do with talking." He grumbles.

I glare at him a moment longer and exhale.

"Tell your dealer I said 'hello'." I yield, grabbing my other shoe, leaving in defeat, holding back the tears leaking to my eyes.

"The fuck's going on?" Izzy asks us as Steven, Slash and Duff look like deer caught in headlights, interrupted as they try to coax me back into the room.

"I'm too high." I state, panicking, and Izzy furrows his brows.

"You're what?" He asks me, looking at the guys. "She's what?"

"Too high." I repeat.

"Who is?" Axl asks, approaching us with a beer in hand, obviously not prepared for what he's about to find out.

"I am." I say at the same time, Steven says, "nobody."

Everybody's at a stand still for a moment, all of us staring at each other before Axl starts in.

"She's what?!" He demands while Slash and Steven scramble to explain.

"Well, she, like...ate something and now--"

"--Don't tell me she ate those fucking brownies you two have been smuggling." He tells them and Slash slowly puts his sunglasses on to avoid direct eye contact as Stevie stutters out:

"Uh-Um, w-well...she had like five and it was a complete accident."

"Five?!" He shouts next and I slowly back away as they become further occupied, darting down the hall and turning the corner, hearing Duff say, "wait, Viv!", making my feet go faster.

The next morning is spent on the phone with Sharise while she goes over last minute wedding details for the date set for the one day the band has off next week.

"She told me she wants bright pink bridesmaids dresses." I tell Vince, raising a brow.

"Yeah, I helped her pick them out." He smugly replies, knowing I was dreading the idea of looking like a cupcake.

"I hate you."

"I love you." He sarcastically states, leaning back in his chair at the breakfast table in the hotel's cafeteria.

"Where the hell is everybody else, we're outta here in 20 minutes." Fred tells us and I raise my brows.

"Being that Tansy and Sparkie and Nikki were all up doing God knows what last night, I'm assuming they aren't even aware what year it is, currently." I reply to him, drinking a sip of orange juice.

"And what about Guns?" He asks next.

"Heck if I know." I tell him and he groans, rubbing his forehead. "Okay, fine, I'll go get everybody rounded up. K?" I offer, standing.

"Thank you." He says to me as I walk to the elevator.

Once I get to our floor, I start at Tommy's room, banging on the door until I hear, "What?!" from the other side.

"Get up, we leave in 20 minutes!" I say back, going to Tansy and Sparkie's room, knocking at the door.

It opens within seconds, Sparkie, completely naked, standing at the door with his brows raised.

I gag at the sight of him wearing nothing.

"We're leaving in 20 minutes." I tell him neutrally.

"I'll wake Tans up." He replies, smirking at me and I go to turn away but he's grabbing my arm. "You thought about what I said?" He asks me and I roll my jaw.

"Mmm, still thinking on it." I don't even hide my sarcasm and he licks his lips.

"Think a little harder, baby, because I almost let it out when we were hanging out last night." He informs me and my blood runs cold. "The longer you wait the easier it's gonna start wanting to just slip out without a second thought." He adds, shutting the door in my face and I let out a defeated breath, squeezing my eyes closed for a second and rubbing my forehead.

When I turn to walk down to Steven's room, he and Slash are coming out, leaning on each other, both of them wearing sunglasses to shield their hangovers, dragging their luggage along behind them.

"Is Axl, Izzy and Duff up?" I ask them as I pass by.

"I don't even think Axl slept. Izzy's trying to shoo away some girl and Duff's trying to finish packing." Steven replies flatly, obviously tired, and I go to Duff's room, knocking a few times before he opens the door.

He opens it and his eyes light up.

"There you are." He says, stepping back to his suitcase that's on the bed as he starts tossing his belongings in.

"Yeah, I got up earlier for breakfast." I reply, grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste out of the bathroom.

"I figured." He states, running a hand through his hair before rubbing his eye. "Um, Izzy and Axl just left, I think, and I'll be down in a second, so." He informs me and I nod.

"Okay, I'm gonna go grab my stuff from my room."

"K." He replies as I leave, going across the hall to unlock my door and gather my stuff.

The door, that I left crack, is soon opening again and I think it's Fred or Doc or one of the guys, but when I look up from my suitcase to see Sparkie, I feel sick.

"You do realize sexual coercion is rape, right?" I blatantly ask, wanting him to know good and well what he's doing.

"Not if it's consensual." He shrugs and I roll my jaw and zip up my bag.

"It's not consensual if you're having to blackmail me into doing it." I bite back, shoving past me to get out of the room, and I run smack dab into Fred, and pray he didn't hear our exchange.

He opens his mouth to speak, quickly halting when Sparkie comes out behind me, smirking.

"Morning." He says to Fred. "Vivian." He more so sneers, heading to the elevator.

"The fuck is that about?" Fred asks, referring to Sparkie being in the room with me.

"Um, he was helping me pack." I lie, knowing if I tell him the truth he'll be arrested for murder.

"Right." He looks at me with unsure eyes before brushing it off. "We're loading up."

Fred was a damn good actor.

The only thing keeping him from beating the shit out of Sparkie, was knowing when he told Nikki later on that night, Nikki would do a worse number on the bastard than he would.

"Wow, I can actually run a brush through it." I comment to Duff, combing out his hair before he picks up a can of hair spray to tease it a little.

"Extra conditioner. Who'da thought." He adds, grinning at me like a little kid.

"Viv, can you do this?" Stevie asks next, a slight whine to his voice.

"What is it?" I ask, stepping to him in the dressing room.

When I see what he means, I look at him, unamused.

"Steven Adler. You know how to lace your pants up."

"No, these are hard to do because the string is almost too big for the little holes they go through." He pleads his case, raising his brows. "You have tinier fingers, plus you're not fighting off an everlasting hangover and coke jitters."

I look down at his pants, seeing very well he's not wearing underwear, and take a deep breath.

"I'll keep my hands to myself, alright? I promise." He assures me, tucking his hands behind his back.

"It's not your hands I'm worried about." I mumble, rolling my eyes.

I end up having to crouch to get eye level with the laces, and when the door opens up to reveal Axl, and I'm on my knees with my hands on the strings keeping Steven's penis separated from my face, it looks assbackwards--well, blowjobbackwards.

"Can you stop blowing my band?!" Axl's meltdown tone on full effect and I look at him, wide eyed.

"I'm not blowing anybody!" I snap.

"Except Duff." Slash mumbles with a little chuckle and Izzy finds humor in it as well.

"Axl, dude, she's just helping me with my pants." Stevie defends me, raising his brows. "Besides if she was blowing me that'd be our fucking business."

"What did you just say to me?" Axl hones in on Steven, his eyes sharply narrowing, his jaw tightening.

"I said, if she was sucking my fucking cock it would be mine and her's business--ya know, since we're both fucking grown-ass adults and you can't tell us what the fuck to do?"

"You're in my fucking band, Steven, so yeah, actually, I believe I can tell you--"

"--Guys, don't fight." I say, standing up and crossing my arms.

"--You can't tell me shit!" Steven outbursts. "Just like you can't tell Duff shit! He's a big boy and Viv's a big girl--what goes on between them doesn't concern any of us, especially not you." Steven pushes me out ot the way so he can stand nearly chest with chest with Axl.

"Axl, Stevie, c'mon, now." Duff says, gently pulling me behind him as he steps to the guys, slowly urging them apart.

"It does concern me because it's affecting Guns N' Roses." Axl hisses.

"You act like she's fucking everything up, Axl! Just because he was late for one fucking rehearsal--"

"--A studio session, soundcheck, and, one fucking rehearsal." The red head snaps and I look at Duff, confused.

I didn't know he missed a studio session and soundcheck for me at one point...the look on Duff's face says that Axl was supposed to keep quiet about the studio session mishap and soundcheck.

He looks pissed.

"And I said it wouldn't happen again." Duff cuts in.

"Why can't you just back off?" I ask next without another thought.

"Because you spreading your legs is fucking up my band, Yoko!" Axl doesn't hesitate, and Steven's shoving at his shoulders, sending him shuffling back, catching himself on the closed door.

Just as Axl goes to get back at Steven, Duff intervenes, holding at Axl while I get in front of Steven and face him, keeping him from taking advantage of Axl being held still.

There's a loud knock at the door and Doc peeks his head in.

"You're on." He tells the guys, shutting the door back.

Axl shoves Duff off of him and storms out while Steven ties his pants since I fixed the laces, and huffs out a breath.

"Izzy, either straighten your fucking buddy out or I will. I've about had his shit." Stevie threatens.

Axl and Steven butted heads more than anybody in the band did at that time. Steven couldn't stand Axl's uptight arrogance, and Axl couldn't understand Steven's nonchalance.

I think that's why it was so easy for Axl to give up on Steven when his drug abuse got so bad--he was tired of trying to understand Steven when he was decently sober, trying to understand him putting drugs before the band would have exhausted him to the point of no return.

They just couldn't ever get in tune with one another.

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(for the ask thing) any book/tv show/movie/song recommendations?

BRO! I heckin got you man! Now, I’m gonna skip the song and book recommendation bit because that sorta thing isn’t really my scene. BUT! In terms of TV? My rec list is like a mile long. I’m gonna include a read-more line, actually.

BBC Merlin: You know I had to put this on the list. But the fact that you’re on my blog means you’ve probably watched this one, so I won’t go into detail about it. Available on Netflix

Mob Psycho 100: Just a cute, sweet story about a bunch of psychic kids trying to kill each other. A story with this much fighting has no right to be so wholesome. Mob is just a good boy, he doesn’t deserve all this! Fair warning, its messages about identity, self love, and growth WILL make you feel Emotions. Available on various anime pirating websites

Red vs Blue: The found family game is SO strong in this one. By far the best found family plot/dynamic I have ever and will ever experience. The characters are all so solid, yknow? Like it took me three rewatches to understand the plot, but I didn’t even care because I loved the characters SO MUCH. It’s also really, really funny (although some of the jokes have aged a bit poorly tbh). Basically about a bunch of space marines who goof off and accidentally dismantle corrupt governments along the way. Available on Youtube

Supernatural: Is it cringey? Yeah. Does the fandom suck? Also yeah. Is Destiel overrated? BIG yeah. But it’s got monsters, magic, family, and a plot that doesn’t revolve around romance - and really, what more could you ask for? And sure, a lot of people don’t really like the later seasons, but idk I actually prefer them. Season 15 has me THRIVING. I mean come on - character vs author?! Fighting the guy who literally wrote you into existence because he doesn’t want to give your story a happy ending?! Say what you will about Supernatural, but it’s one of the most imaginative shows I’ve ever seen. Available on Netflix

Avatar the Last Airbender: You like stellar animation, intricate worldbuilding/magicbuilding, and a perspective on war that is surprisingly mature for a kids show? Check it out. This show is without a doubt one of the best animated series of all time. Go on. Watch it. It’ll change your life. Available on Netflix

The Umbrella Academy: Time-travelling assassins. Superheroes. Ghosts. Talking monkeys. Murder mysteries. Baller soundtracks. This show will never give you what you expect. I don’t even think I could properly describe it to you. Available on Netflix

Detective Conan: An anime. It’s about a teen detective - think Nancy Drew but bloodier - who witnesses a crime and is fed an experimental poison in order to keep him from telling anyone. But instead of killing him, the poison turns him into a 6-year-old. So now he’s got to solve crimes and take down a criminal organization while in the body of a child. Naturally, shenanigans ensue. Fair warning, the main character becomes a bit of a Mary Sue in later episodes, but the first 300 or so are pretty fun. A few episodes are available on Netflix, but not any of the good ones. You’ll need an anime pirating website for that

Knives Out: My favourite movie ever, of all time. It’s a murder mystery that both subverts and pays homage to its parent genre in all the right places. It’s funny, it’s intelligent, and has a spectacular ending! Although I do wish the fandom would stop being so horny for Ransom, I mean he’s literally racist...No clue where you can find this tbh, I saw it in theatres

Derry Girls: Now I’m not normally a big fan of realistic fiction/sitcom stuff. Despite how funny they are, I’ve not even watched The Office or Parks and Rec because that normal daily life stuff just doesn’t peak my interest. And yet, somehow this story about a group of Irish high schoolers just has me enthralled. Very funny, very well-written, give it a watch. Available on Netflix

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood: Another anime. Phenomenal animation? Check. Fascinating plot and characters? Check. Detailed magic system that gets my lore-obsessed heart fluttering? Big heckin check. So basically two kids try to use Fantasy Science to bring their mom back to life, only the experiment fails and has some pretty nasty consequences - one boy loses his arm and leg, while the other loses his entire body and has his soul bound to a suit of armour. Now they gotta go through government conspiracies, ethical dilemmas, and Daddy Issues to try and get their bodies back. Available on Netflix

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K: Yet another anime. I know, I know, I’m a nerd, get over it. This show doesn’t have a complex plot or even complex characters, tbh, but what it does have is some amazing humour. It’s extremely funny, and it’s also just a nice show to kick back and relax to. Basically this guy who’s so op that he could rewrite the laws of reality on a whim is stuck dealing with relationship drama in high school despite being very, very asexual and very, very tired. Mostly he just uses his powers to avoid people and eat junk food, which is honestly a mood. Available on Netflix

Scooby Doo! Mystery Incorporated: Honestly I’d recommend almost anything that’s Scooby Doo-related because that was my childhood obsession. I used to have like 20 of the movies on DVD before my mom gave them all away. To this day I still love Scooby Doo, and watch it whenever I get the chance. But if you ask any SD fan, they’ll probably tell you that Mystery Incorporated is the best, most intelligent, most creative installment in the franchise. And they’re right (although I do wish there was less relationship drama...) Available on Netflix

Evil Genius: This is a documentary series about the Collar Bomb Robbery. Now, despite what the above list might indicate, I actually watch a LOT of documentaries, and if I were here to recommend all of them then we would be here all day. Not really ‘funny’ like the other entries on this list, it’s actually rather tragic, but definitely a cerebral viewing experience. Available on Netflix

Screwball: Now this is a documentary that IS funny. It’s about drug scandals in baseball. But the dramatic scene re-enactments are done with child actors that are all wearing fake beards and pretending to be drug dealers. It’s not only a fascinating subject, but it’s got amazing editing and visuals that have me in awe. Available on Netflix

Behind the Curve: Yet another documentary. This one’s about the rise of the Flat Earth movement. You’ll spend most of the time on the verge of having a stroke because of how stupid it all is. Available on Netflix

The Movies That Made Us: Okay okay okay last documentary on the list I swear. This one’s exactly what it says on the tin. It’s a series talking about the behind-the-scenes production of iconic movies like Home Alone and Ghostbusters. I eagerly await the second season. Available on Netflix

Monster Factory: If you’re familiar with the McElroy brothers and their brand of humour, you’ll love this. Griffin and Justin team up to make the most disturbing avatars they can create using video game character creators. The origins of the Final Pam meme. If I had a shirt with a quote from Monster Factory on it, I’d die a happy man. Available on Youtube

Baman Piderman: The dumbest show I have ever watched, but it’s so adorable and stupid and I love it so much. It doesn’t really have a plot, but later episodes allude to the presence of one and I’m upset because there are so many mysteries/questions hinted at and we’ll never get answers because it’s been abandoned. PLEASE watch it. Available on Youtube

Stranger Things: Okay, season 2 was a bit of a let-down imo, but season 1 was ICONIC and the Scoops Troop subplot in season 3 deserved its own freakin spinoff. I’m not joking. I didn’t even like s3 all that much, but the only reason it’s my favourite is because the Scoops Troop plot was so great. People call this show ‘horror’ but I don’t think it’s scary enough for that, although it is admittedly kinda spooky. If you like 80s nostalgia and the horror aesthetic, then I’d give it a watch (Do it for Scoops Troop. Do it for Robin). Available on Netflix

Jack and the Cuckoo-Clock Heart: Despite my overwhelming love for this film, I’ll be the first to admit it’s kinda mediocre. The plot is weird and the romance feels forced, but despite its flaws it manages to be one of my favourite movies. Mostly I just like it for the unique concept and beautiful ending. Also the music is off the par man. Probably because the writer/producer of the movie was the lead singer for a French band called Dionysus (what? I do my research). Available on Netflix

Wakfu: I haven’t seen past season 3, but so far it’s pretty good. You go in thinking it’s just a wholesome action/adventure show about a kid who can create portals - but then it just. Sucks you in. From its bopping theme song to its fantastic found family to the unique worldbuilding, you very quickly fall in love with it. It’s got a cool plot and also talking dragons, and it doesn’t get better than that. Available on Netflix

Mystery Skulls Animated: Technically not a TV show so much as it is a series of animated music videos with a plot, but I’ll be damned if this isn’t one of the greatest things of all time. It’s basically Scooby Doo but if Shaggy got possessed by a demon and killed Fred, causing Fred to become a ghost hellbent on revenge-killing Shaggy in return. And if Scooby was an ancient Japanese spirit that bit off Shaggy’s arm, forcing him to wear a metal prosthetic. Yeah, MSA is wild. It’s only got three videos out so far, with a fourth one coming out this October, but there’s already so much lore! Available on Youtube

Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared: Ah yes, yet another cringey entry on this list. But you know what? Cringe culture is dead!!! And despite its fandom being...like that...DHMIS really is a cool show. Think if Sesame Street was like haunted or something. The episodes about creativity and telling time remain the most unsettling, imo. Definitely worth a watch. Available on Youtube

Inanimate Insanity: Oh boy. Am I seriously recommending you dip your little fingies into the object fandom? Yes. Yes I am. This show is so obscure it makes freakin Detective Conan look popular. At its core it’s a parody of Total Drama Island and Survivor but with anthropomorphized inanimate objects as characters (hence the name). Season 2 is actually really, really good and surprisingly competent. You just gotta get through season 1 first. Available on Youtube

The X-Files: Wow, a live action series on this list? Who woulda thought??? But seriously, this show is really fun. Memes and jokes aside, I love it. Scully and Mulder are fun characters with great chemistry (both platonic and romantic), the Lone Horsemen are hilarious, and every episode is a unique adventure into the most creative acid trips the human mind could conceive of. Phenomenal from start to finish (if you ignore the last season). I have no clue where you would watch this. Pirate it, probably

Buzzfeed Unsolved: Two idiots investigate cold cases and haunted locales while being utter dumbasses about it. You know the “hey demons it’s be ya boi” meme? That came from these guys. Available on Youtube

Kingdom: Ngl, I didn’t go into this expecting zombies. Or for it to take place during Korean feudalism, for that matter. But mediocre dubbing aside, this show has such a clever concept. It takes the zombie apocalypse genre and gives refreshing, unique twists to old tropes that they feel like something new. Seo-bi is my wife and she deserves all the love and appreciation in the world, and those are just Facts. Available on Netflix

My Hero Academia: Superhero high school anime. I personally am not a fan of later episodes/arcs, but the first three seasons are pretty dang good. Diverse, colourful ensemble cast that you easily grow to adore, interesting commentary on disability (although I’m not qualified to give any actual takes on that), and a school curriculum that makes me very, very concerned for the wellbeing of these children. Plus all the superpowers - aka ‘quirks’ - are super imaginative and, well, quirky! I just wish people would stop shipping the main character with his childhood bully...You’ll need to pirate this one too lmao

Danny Phantom: The highlight of this show is its ‘phandom’, because unlike someone (*cough* Butch Hartman), we’re not a bunch of cowards. It’s about a guy who messes around with his parents’ lab stuff and accidentally acquires the ability to die! Well, half-die. He can turn into a ghost and fight other ghosts. Although the show never explores the existential, traumatic fallout of being kinda-sorta-dead, the potential for something deep and emotional is there. Plus there is a LOT of accidental subtext for a Big LGBT+ Metaphor. So much so that the Trans Danny theory is basically canon. Uhhh not available on Netflix anymore so it’s time to whip out your pirate hat, matey

And there you have it! Like I said, I have a lot of TV recommendations. And I just KNOW I’m forgetting a ton, but this is already really long so we’ll have to cut off here.

Thanks for the ask! <3

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So I wrote down my thoughts as i watched through most of Season 2 of Scooby Doo Mystery Inc, and would like to share them, major spoilers below cut

Notes of Season 2 of Scooby Mystery Inc Shout out to this jock bully(?) who upon encountering a monster threatening a girl, did no hesitate to take on said monster, recuse said girl, and protect her as they escape Fred really needs to talk to someone about his new parents, who are now living in his house with him???? The house of the man who took him from them?????? Bronson might not be exactly straight looking at how he acted around the old mayor vs the new one, but *shrugs* Jock Strikes again, is this gunna be the twist? That''s a really douchy twist to pull a stunt like this Love how-I mean this is just the plan. He wanted girls too so he set up the same scenario. Is this extra set up by the parents to get him to trust them that is some next level douchery/ Scratch that on Bronson, omg Oh shit starting with a furry attack this is going to be a weird episode the gang's meta knowledge coupled with their sure willingness to go along with tropes and shit makes for great dialogue oh *oh* this is the episode where we get a peak to see just how big the picture is, love the lore building. knew this episode was gunna be good is that a demon? the furry isnt the mosnter??? ummm...weve been getting hints, are things getting real? so we've established motive for why someone whould want this plavce closed, but actually tangent but dont a lot of these monsters that they encounter seem like, weirdly powerful and mobile for costumes oh there's the furry that red aura is a...the things that happen around it are something deeper it seems. fascinating. is the red just representative of fire hallucinations? those seemed a bit real in effect for hallucinations... this guy, like my manager, needs to hire a little more staff occult magic book falls from the library to gang, and no one is as concerned as they should be nazi robot nazi robot get BJ on the phone Cassidy is the kinda retired PC that the players can strive to be Shit is getting real quick isnt it. Wait is that a seal. does Cassidy die? I know about a certain other death that makes me sad, but i dont want Cassidy to die too this episode is a rollercoaster of odd events weird hologram disguise for Paraclese is nifty Seeing the tragic fate of past groups is...well obviously sad oh dear, she does die huh its super low key, but it plays at the terrifying corrupting ordeal of the eldritchstuff really well with the lore notes bear troubles oh that badge...is that where they buried him? that's...kinda grim they have stealth suits and killer nazi robots? why have the evil guys not won yet? there is a bomb and they are not evacuating. There is a BOMB and they are not evacuating oh the bear can talk, how dare i assume that a bear is incapable of speech the bear is a twunk, scratch that, still a bear, is...he doing a christiphor walkin impersonation? aaand that’s enough for tonight, starting fresh later We're back, 13 more episodes oh so were getting into why i don’t like astrology Enigma machine omg. sorry, im a sucker for bits like that i wanna have long white hair too, i could rock that look How does Paraclese still have an accent after all these years? It is like destiny's Rasputin and just a stubborn superiority complex? something about visiting villains you can talk to in a prison is-ohp thats just all of um huh, cameo episode- err, anyways, it just paints a delightful scene about the relationship of the protags and antags and villainy as a whole in the world well this is horrific, throw some brownish red stuff around and it would be a silent hill scene update: still gay Thirteen more episodes and they have the disk...that does not bode well for what is going to happen the writer's willingness to reference other hannah barbara characters/shows is great oooo anticaptilism, BF is scoring points excuse me???? cyborg dragon girl???? he cant even call her by her name through most of the episode wtf??????? see now im at the point i gotta ask, is this a real ghost thing, or a fake ghost thing? ah i understand now youd think he would be more willing to explain to th-there we go so the animal companians are more suceptible, but they all have the risk Paraclese talking about these cattle is every gm talking about their homebrew monsters omg writers wth was that conclusion for the cattle im dying sk-ska zombies. ska. zombies. i can pick it up oh like the dancing plauge but worse, nifty these ghosts are rude boys, like, thats actually one of their names. And just caught that it the band name is skatastic oh they mentioned the dancing plauge, thank you wtf 101 the 'lighthearted' tone of this episode speaks dark tidings about the horrors to come aaah, hex girls, omg oh damn, update again: still hella gay bards duels be like, but for real loving this more and more young me is crazy about having the hex girls interact with a magicy thing like the disks, the rest of me is concerned at the events that are taking place scooby agrees, and his dog girl friend...well that was something Ricky displaying increasing regrets is not going to do good things for his lifeespectancy ohp then he drags in the other two well, i didnt see that coming for the criminal identity this little girl just had her mom ditch her for a stranger that robbed them, the heck i should probably eat dinner at some point, or like, anything at somepoint... calling it now, this guy is a circus performer/stunt driver, and if he is the random hired british poolboy it is a fake accent he's lureing women away with emotional intemacy. thats funny in itself, btu that they accept so readily still isnt normal oh and apparently kinks, lured with kinks so hes going to be the librarian dude then?? maybe? k, so at least i got that o.o O.O, well, that was quite the lead up and explanation food on plate, depresso in heart, ready to continue so they have to know right? like, this is a planned trap since Fred is 'the only one who knows where it is' doesnt explain Fred though, or how the fake acts "jeepies you found my scarf" oh there it is, they are after the info from him and its all fake, not some hell vision to show why he has to suceed Fred knew first? good on him plastic surgery, holy crap, next level villainy here holy shit they're all in puragoty thanks to the corrpution?????? Going back to early about the horrifying nature of all this. it is just so immensly sad watching them go through these bits. Cool, but sad. Velma demonstrating why thinking and understanding are not always good in eldritch horror games so he's got a guilt complex? heart felt talk with Mayor Dad awwww, poor Velma doesnt think she's pretty guessing...well id say the wife of Enrique but that seems too easy some how, stiill shes the only offered suspect beside Enrique himself thus far *deep sigh* i will never guess any culprit i bother to write down correctly would be a real move of the writers to Uzumaki the town two day deadline given, props to velma for having the foresight to model the disks in a digital format incase theyre lost mad max mystery machine sounds like a doom metal synth wave fusion song things are going too well... How many giant evil doors will this lair have? alchemy. of course. should have guessed. is...is this the episode where Marcie...oh no oh at least shes trying good on her, she's going down in style and flame... oh. ya know, even knowing it was coming and talking it up a sentence before, not a happy event this is a nifty dungeon last episode, hell of an opening/recap wh-what fghaseguk this went batshit didnt it. i wish i had the willingness to write at unhinged as these writers one more media that i am surpised didnt end in a poly relationship this climax is eerily familiar to the live action movies at times and then they all died and went to heaven aww Rickee and Cassidy *and* Velma and Marcie, aww, my heart will heart to think about that one for long, but awwwww Miskatonik University, or however the heck it is said. i thought it was going to be a one off joke but wasn't expecting that.

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Rock is Also a Classic

Summary: Francesca “Frankie” Walker, 29, marine biologist and musical virgin was raised in a borderline fanatically religious family. Which has its downsides, one of them being what music you can listen to. So having been raised mainly on classical music and music provided by your parents (i.e. music worship) made it hard for her to connect to people her own age. Now that she’s older she has the chance to do what she’s always wanted...be free.

Chapter 1

“Come on Frankie,” Mara your colleague and friend said she took off the wet suit after they’d fed the sting rays.

“Fine I’ll go,” She said with a laugh, “Who are you going to see anyway?”

Mara seemed to bounce where she sat on the edge of the tank and stood picking her suit as she stood before saying, “We are going to see her majesty Queen!”

“The queen?” Frankie said not believing who they were going to see.

“Not the queen as in the Queen of England,” Mara said knowing why her friend was so skeptical.

They had grown up in similarly sheltered homes so knew it would take a bit of a crash corse to teach her about who Queen are and everything in between. Not to mention teaching her of the glory that is Freddie Fucking Mercury.

“They are a band called Queen,” Mara clarified as Frankie stood and picked up her own wet suit, “They are a band from the 70′s that changed the corse of music as we know it.”

“You’re going to take me to see four old men–”

“Um...here’s the thing,” Mara said as they made their way to the locker rooms and change, “Freddie, the lead of the band died in 1991 due to AIDS. Fred was unique and as pop culture goes if a band has one outstanding attribute then...”

“The other pieces that make the whole mean nothing,” she said understanding where this is going as they changed into the aquarium uniform before making their way to their lunch break.

“Roger Taylor, the band’s drummer, and Brian May, the band’s guitarist are the only ones active; that have been active since Freddie’s passing since John their bassist decided to retire after the tribute to Freddie a year or so later,” Mara said.

“That’s sad,” Frankie said as they made their way to grab some food.

Mara nodded and said, “But hey, they found Adam Lambert through AI!”

“Wait...You mean to tell me they found a contender to fill in for Freddie?” Frankie asked.

Mara nodded and excitedly said, “What I like most about it is that he has stated on more than one occasion that he is not trying to replace Freddie. It’s why the show is called Queen and/with Adam Lambert.”

Frankie laughed at her friend’s antics and dug into her lunch before asking, “When’s the concert then?”

Mara played the innocent angel as she said, “Tomorrow night.”

Frankie nearly did a spit take coughing as the too short notice day was said.

“Mar, you know I don’t have the same days off as you! Besides, where on God’s green Earth are you going to get tickets for what I’m sure is a sold out show?” She asked exasperatedly.

“Calm down Frank! The boss said you’ve been working over time for the past few months and told me to tell you to go talk to her about it,” Mara said completely at ease, “She told me to tell you when I requested the day after tomorrow off.”

Frankie sighed and dropped her head on her hands at this.

“Frank...you know the boss is right,” Mara said soothingly.

“I know, but this is what happens when my mom’s idea of a visit is to barge into my apartment on my day off, demand I be a good hostess and tend to her and take with the grace of a nun shot after shot about why I shouldn’t have move away and married Josh from across the hall,” Frankie let out frustratedly, “I can still hear her, ‘He’s such a nice boy Francesca! You’d adore him as much as he has you!’”

“As much as he has!?” Mara said eyes wide in shock, “What in the hell did she mean by that?”

“Apparently he’s had a crush on me since forever,” Frankie said, “She insists there is still time for me to kick this “phase” I’m in, move back in and become the wife the Good Lord meant for me to be.”

“That’s bullshit,” Mara said.

“I know,” Frankie said taking a drink from her coke, “I’m tempted to transfer just so that I can make it harder for her to visit. Not even my dad is this stringent anymore!”

“Last you said, hadn’t he raved about Star Wars?” Mara asked after swallowing her bite of food.

“Yep, over and over he went on and on about how he could and should have been more lenient with us growing up,” Frankie said with a sigh, “How having things to decompress and/or relax with is just as important as having your faith.”

“Better late than never though right?” Mara asked as she finished the last of her food.

Frankie shrugged and said, “Yea but now it’s like he’s fighting against the tide because out of both my parents my dad is the only one who wants me to not only see the world but live it and be a part of it as well. I mean before he was about finding my way in life and all that. But now its about how important it is for me to be as independent as I can be.”

“And you mom doesn’t agree?” Mara asked curiously.

“Mom’s half Italian-ness shows here. She’s from the country side and was raised in the fully loaded traditional side of things where man is the bread winner and woman is she who tends to children and home,” Frankie said with a sigh before adding, “Dad spent some time out in the world when he was a young man and learned that balance is the second most important thing in life besides your faith. It’s why he fought my mom so much when my brother and I were growing up. Part of the reason why Vince is a hard ass every time mom brings up dating for either of us.”

The pair finished their lunch and continued on with their work day with ease.

Near the end of her shift, Frankie did as Mara asked and went to see their boss.

“You wanted to see me?” She said after knocking on the office door.

“Yes come in,” Sarah, her boss, said with a kind smile.

Frankie had gotten nervous at that but did as was asked.

“You’re not in trouble Francesca,” Sarah said with a kind smile.

Sarah is a middle aged good natured woman that is loved by most if not all the crew under her. She is a fair leader and suuuuper reliable.

“I’ve seen the hours you’ve been putting in for the past months,” Sarah began, “Is everything ok?”

“Just needed to keep myself busy,” Frankie said not wanting to elaborate too much.

Sarah sighed having a hunch of what is going on since Mara fills her in some from time to time and said, “Mara’s told me there’s a Queen concert in town, yes?”

Frankie nodded.

“Why not take the next couple of weeks off?” Sarah asked suggestively, “Lord knows you’ve earned them.”

Frankie smiled and nodded before standing and making her way out.

“And Francesca,” Sarah called.

Frankie turned to see her boss giving her a wide smile.

“Enjoy the concert! And should you have the chance to meet them...Brian is a sweet as he can be,” Sarah said with a knowing wink.

Frankie smiled brightly at that and nodded.

Little did she know that despite her lack of knowledge of who Queen and her members are/were, she was going to draw the attention of a certain space man.

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Family - Deacury Week Day 2

A/N: Written for the prompt ‘Family’. Relatively short and probably without much sense but I had the idea and it needed to get out.

Can also be read on AO3.

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John smiled when his mother opened the door, letting her pull him into a hug, careful not to squish the flowers he brought her.

“Oh, John, it’s so good to see you again!”

“Hi, Mom, I missed you, too.”

She ushered him in quickly, fussing over the flowers and went to find a vase for them. John had a quick look around just to see if anything had changed since he had been here the last time. It had been a couple of months since he had visited her since they had been on tour and busy with recording before that. He felt a little bit bad about it since he hadn’t really called either because he had been too tired to do so and had preferred to curl up with Freddie and catch some sleep.

“Do you want some tea, love?”

“Yes, thank you!”

The sofa was as soft and comfortable as he remembered and he sighed happily. After being on the road for so long, it was nice to get somewhere where everything was the same. It even smelled the same.

His mother came back, the flowers now in a vase and with a small tray. John quickly got up to take the tray from her and gently placed it on the coffee table. He added some milk and sugar to his tea before taking a sip.

“How are you doing? You’re not working too hard, are you?”

John chuckled softly and shook his head, placing his hand over hers.

“I’m not, I swear.”

She didn’t look very convinced but then again, she liked to worry about him and he didn’t really expect to diffuse her worries. He still smiled reassuringly at her.

“I just worry about you.” She said. “You’re my boy.”

“I’m doing just fine, Mom, Freddie makes sure I get enough rest and food. You don’t have to worry.”

A look of surprise crossed her face and she blinked several times before smiling again. John frowned, confused at her reaction.

“You’re still with him?”

John didn’t know what to say. He and Freddie had been a couple for several years now and his mother knew about it and there had never been any indication he and Freddie would have broken up so he didn’t understand why she would be asking that.

“Yes? Why shouldn’t I?”

His mother shrugged and lifted her mug to her lips, drawing out her answer for a moment.

“I just figured you’d be over this phase and move on with your life.”

John took a deep breath and placed his cup back on the table. He tried not to feel too hurt by her words. She had been way more accepting of his relationship than he had ever expected her to be and even had invited Freddie for christmas. He had thought she wouldn’t say something like this and even though he knew she probably didn’t mean it in any mean way but the words still stung.

“Mom, Freddie and I aren’t planning on breaking up. He is not a phase, I love him and want to stay with him.”

“But don’t you want a family? Children? A wedding and a happy marriage?”

She grabbed his hand, squeezing it and she looked sincere which was probably the worst part. She was probably thinking she was doing him a favor. John forced a smile and pulled his hand away.

“I’m very happy with Freddie. I won’t break up with him and I think, I’ll leave now. Thanks for the tea, I’ll call you.”

She tried to stop him from leaving, apologizing and trying to explain to him what she meant but John refused to listen and grabbed his jacket and keys, careful not to slam the door shut.

The trip back to London took about two hours and since he had no way to call Freddie that he was coming home way earlier than expected and so he wasn’t exactly surprised that Freddie wasn’t home yet. Their three cats, Dorothy, Miko and Goliath came rushing towards the door, meowing and rubbing themselves against his legs in greeting. It brought a smile to his face and something in his chest uncoiled when he leaned down to pet them.

“Hey, babies.” He greeted, scratching Miko’s chin.

Slowly- so he wouldn’t accidentally step on them- he made his way further into the apartment and into the bedroom where he quickly changed into a more comfortable clothes consisting of a pair of sweatpants and one of Freddie’s sweaters. He picked up Goliath who immediately started purring loudly and kissed his forehead as he curled up on the sofa in the living room, turning on the TV just so there was some background noise.

Dorothy and Miko joined them shortly afterwards and John finally let himself think about what his mother had said.

He loved Freddie. He loved Freddie more than he had thought he could ever love anyone and he wanted to spent the rest of his life with him. John could easily imagine them growing old together. But his mother was right in the way that he had always wanted children. Before he met Freddie, his dream for the future had been a nice little house somewhere in the suburbs with two or more kids and maybe a dog or something and no matter how much he would want that with Freddie, too, he couldn’t. And while Freddie had never really wanted something like that, John was different and he hadn’t really thought not having any of it because it simply didn’t cross his mind. It should have, he realized.

Their relationship wasn’t new, they had been dating for four years. Other couples got married at this point, maybe had children and all these kind of things and he realized they had never really talked about any of these things. Not that they could do most of these things but they hadn’t talked about their future at all. Over their future as a band, yes, but their relationship? John really couldn’t remember any instance. Sure, there had been a couple of moments where Freddie had talked about what he wants in the future- houses, clothes, expensive drinks and whatnot- but nothing of this where things that concerned John a lot. He always included John, talked about what kind of vacation they would take and how they would decorate their homes together and that John would have a whole room for his engineering projects.

John sighed and hid his face in Goliath’s fur.

He didn’t need childrens to be happy and John knew that because he was happy. And no matter what his mother thought, what he and Freddie had, was a family. He just wished he had noticed sooner what she was thinking about them.

The door was unlocked and Miko and Dorothy jumped off the sofa while Goliath stayed with John.

“Oh, hello my baby darlings! Have you missed me? I was only gone for a few hours!”

John smiled at his boyfriend cooing at the cats and sat up to see him walk into the room. He looked surprised when he saw him but almost immediately, he smiled and rushed towards the sofa.

“John! You’re back already, darling!”

They kissed, exchanging quick, soft pecks as Freddie cupped his face and John slipped his hands underneath Freddie’s coat to wrap his arms around his waist. The singer hummed against his mouth and smiled, nuzzling his cheek.

“I didn’t think you’d be back so early.”

“My mom and I had a disagreement and I left early.”

Freddie frowned, starting to look concerned and John sighed and kissed him again and pulled him into his lap, hiding his face in the crook of his neck.

“Are you okay?”

John shook his head. Freddie made a concerned sound but he gave himself a moment longer to just enjoy the closeness of his boyfriend before he quietly told him what had happened. He felt Freddie stiffen under his arms.

“Oh, darling, I am so sorry-”

Immediately, John looked up and shook his head, pulling Freddie closer and kissed his cheek.

“You do not have to apologize for anything, Fred. You have done nothing wrong, my mom just-”

John shrugged and just tugged Freddie closer to hug him. Freddie wrapped his arms around his shoulders and rubbed circles into his neck. He melted against him, sinking into the comfort of being back with Freddie and for a moment, he could pretend he didn’t had such an awful day.

“Do you ever think about the future? A wedding or children?” He whispered.

Freddie gently cupped his face and made him look him in the eyes. John bit his lips nervously. They had never really talked about it and John had never thought he had to bring it up because everything with Freddie had been just falling in place relatively easily so far. He had never wondered about it but now he felt like he had to now.

“You know we can’t marry.” Freddie said, looking like saying that was hurting him. “I would. If there was any way I could make you my husband in the eye of the law, I would do it. I’ll buy you a ring and call you my husband if you want me to. I’ll go and buy one right now if you want me to. It won’t count for anyone but us but I will organize the greatest wedding for us if it makes you happy.”

John chuckled, stroking his cheek. Freddie looked so sincere and John could see his love for him in his eyes, in the fond look on his face and he couldn’t resist kissing him. The kiss was soft but passionate, both of them pouring their feelings into it. John tangled his hand into Freddie’s hair.

They pulled apart reluctantly, Freddie stealing another quick kiss.

“I never thought about having children, you know? It was never a possibility for me unless I met someone who already had any and I probably can’t fulfill you this wish, I’m afraid-”

“I don’t need kids to have a family with you. I’m very happy with you and the cats. It’s just probably something we should have discussed earlier.”

Freddie laughed, then sighed wistfully and rested his head on John’s shoulder.

“Probably, yes. We’re a bit of a mess, aren’t we? At least we’re hot.”

They broke into giggles and John swapped their position so Freddie was lying on his back and he could rest his ear on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. He laced their fingers together.

“I’ll buy you a ring, too, if you want me to.” He said.

Freddie smiled, his fingers brushing up and down his spine.

“We can go ring shopping tomorrow.”

#deacury #DeacuryWeek2019 #deacury week 2019 #my writing

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brokenbowen-a · 4 years

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@solarecour asked: 1-50-

( quarantine ask game )

i’m putting these under the cut because... it’s a lot. but, thank you riles.

What’s your go to snack?

as of lately it’s been m&ms but it’s usually any kind of chips. i dunno, i’m pretty basic.

What’s a movie you could watch over and over?

honestly there’s lots of movies i could say because i love movies and have many favorites that i have indeed watched over and over again, but the main one would have to be now you see me. the first one or the second one, to be honest. if you know me, you know how much i love those movies. they’re my favorite of all time. and huge comfort movies for me.

Favorite show to binge?

hm, i don’t binge watch shows a whole ton. i think i’d have to say one day at a time. back when it was on netflix, i binged each new season so easily and quickly and rewatch binged a few times. like it’s one of my favorite shows ever and it’s just very binge-able and yeah.

5 songs that make you want to dance?

ex wives or don’t lose ur head from six. cruisin for a bruisin from teen beach movie. work this out from high school musical 2. hoedown throwdown from hannah montana. pretty much anything from mamma mia 1 or 2.

5 songs that make you feel less lonely?

i don’t know ... how to answer this, so i’m just putting five songs i really love. just for a moment from hsmtmts. lover by taylor swift. i’m still standing by elton john. all you wanna do from six (even if it hurts). every single song from the wicked soundtrack. plus. like, sooo many other songs. i love music. a lot.

Favorite meal to cook yourself?

i... don’t cook. so... ramen noodles lmao.

How do you “treat yourself”?

i buy myself food lmao.

Favorite thing to do when doing self care?

i... don’t know? what does self care mean, like, exactly? because if it’s just... taking care of yourself, then that’s what i do everyday? i don’t exactly go out and like take myself to the spa or something? i don’t know, do baths count? if so, then, baths.

Who have you been talking to the most?

the crow fam, you know who you are.

One thing you really miss right now?

assuming this means because of quarantine, then, going to the movies with my mom. or just, out with her in general. i also really miss my grandparents, which isn’t really because of quarantine, but like, i can’t call them up and see if i can come over because of quarantine so... i guess it technically is?

If you could be self isolated with anyone who would it be?

the crow fam, again. without a doubt.

Do you have any pets?

yes, a calico cat named ruta ann and a goldfish named fred

Favorite videgames?

i really only know nintendo when it comes to video games, but super mario galaxy 2 is like my favorite video game ever. but like any mario game in general, honestly. also pokemon, nintendogs, and of course, animal crossing. also in non-nintendo, if sims counts, then sims. even if i don’t have it installed on my current laptop. and also, i haven’t played it ages and this may shock some people, but i actually like call of duty.

Favorite podcasts?

i do not listen to podcasts, sorry.

Favorite YouTubers?

shane dawson (if you know me, you know this, he’s not only my favorite youtuber but one of my fave celebrities ever and someone who means a lot to me) + all his people (ryland, morgan, garrett, drew). and then also i love drew gooden, danny gonzalez and kurtis conner a lot. and i don’t think anyone even knows who this is but i love deargreyson aka alex cloutier. and also carissa nunez.

Wake up time?

um... that’s a good question. it... changes a lot. lately, it’s been anywhere from noon to like two pm. and honestly it can change at any given moment.

Sleep time?

similarly to the wake up time, it changes a lot and can change at any given moment. lately it’s been like... 2 or 3 am.

If you could go anywhere right now where would it be?

hm. i dunno. maybe to meet my best friend @luthcrandsupcr because i was just thinking about that a little bit ago.

What’s a change you want to keep when self isolation is over?

well, i haven’t really had any changes so... there isn’t really anything to say here.

Have you learned something?

i... don’t know. probably, but i can’t think of anything to say...

Any new skills?

no, not really, i don’t think...

What’s a hobby you’d like to start learning?

lowkey, drawing. even though i don’t think i’d been good at it because i can’t draw but honestly i kind of want to try to learn. also dancing, even though the same thing applies.

What’s something you’d like to get better at?

does... being active count? like, i mean, as in, on here, writing. not like... athletic wise. lmao. if so, then, that. i mean, to be fair, i mostly have not been active because of everything going on with the world, so i feel like this can count...

What food do you wish you had right now?

cheese wontons. i had some the other day because we had chinese and now... i just really want some more.

Your go to quarantine outfit?

i ... have not changed my style or anything at all. so, my go to, every day outfit, is a t-shirt, sweatpants and usually a hoodie.

What have you done today?

i woke up, went to the store to buy something for mine and my sister’s friend. then went out with my dad and my sister to get dinner. came home, ate, got a bath, and now here i am.

Any plans for tomorrow?

i don’t think so? besides preparing for easter, i think we may be dyeing eggs? i dunno.

What’s on your “to watch” list?

right now, locke and key. my brother just finished it and he and my sister were telling me about it last night and i became intrigued. also, the second to all the boys because i still have not seen that. and i know it’s literally been months but also let it snow because i was reminded last night i still need to watch that.

Any musicians/bands you’ve discovered?

no, not really. i’ve discovered some new songs because of tik tok or video edits on instagram but like, not really any that i’ve checked out the singer’s other music or anything.

Post a selfie right now!!

i would prefer not to, to be honest.

Post pictures of your pets!

i don’t have any pics of them on my laptop :/

When was the last time you drank water?

i don’t know. i ... don’t drink water a lot. rip :/

When was the last time you ate?

like, a couple hours ago?

When was the last time you got up and stretched?

um, not too long ago because i got a bath. i dunno, maybe like an hour ago?

Favorite song right now?

hmm, i’ve been listening to a lot of throwback lately. honestly, anything from avril lavigne. but also because i am still highkey obsessed, anything from six. and also, obviously, hsmtmts.

Favorite social media to scroll through?

does tik tok count? if so, then tik tok, hands down. but also, twitter and instagram. and of course, tumblr.

What’s the last thing you ate?

a burger and tater tots.

What’s the weather like where you are?

it’s been rainy and cold, mostly.

Have you been playing animal crossing?

yes, but not new horizeons because i am very small and i have no money. but i HAVE been playing new leaf.

How are you feeling?

eh, okay, i guess.

Who’s the last person you texted?

my sister

What does your last text message say with no context?

right lmao, fucking sammy

Post a meme that made you laugh recently!

i hope this counts

Outdoor activity you’d like to do right now?

i... don’t do outdoor activities.

Something you’re looking forward to when quarantine is over?

going to the movies with my mom

Someone you’d like to see when quarantine is over?

my mom, lmao

Any new games coming out you want to play?

not really? i don’t think so...

New shows you’ve discovered?

i mean it was like a month ago, but i am not okay with this. if that counts? and also, if i can count locke and key even though i haven’t watched it yet?

Most comfortable piece of clothing you have?

probably my shane dawson hoodie

#( let’s talk about ricky bowen // mun answers )#( number one ricky bowen stan // about mun )#(so many of these were really lame answers lmao)#(but also i didn't do number 50 because it said ask me anything and... i didn't know how to work with that)#(BUT THANK YOU RILES)#solarecour

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merurysmay-blog · 5 years

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just a baby

pairing: roger taylor x reader, freddie mercury x reader (past, platonic now)

can be read as ben hardy! roger taylor or actual roger taylor and can also be read as rami malek! freddie mercury or actual freddie mercury. i didn’t specify.

word count: 2.13k

warnings: none

rated: pg

please send in requests! i’m awfully bored and want to write! thanks, xx, e

READER REPLACES MARY, BUT IS DATING ROGER. EVERYTHING WILL MAKE MORE SENSE LATER IN THE STORY.

You frowned down at your underwear, your period was nearly two weeks late, and that never happened. You had been regular since the month you got your period, it always came right at the start of the month, then you had three weeks off, then it would start up again. It was always at the start of the month, now, you were nearly three weeks into March, and no sign of the baby.

You heard Roger rap his knuckles on the door, and his husky voice nearly calmed all of your thoughts; nearly. “You alright in there, love. We’ve got to go in like five minutes, Freddie will have our heads if we even dare be late.” Roger spoke as he leaned against the door. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine I’ll be right out.” You spoke quietly. “Okay,” And you heard Roger walk away. You wanted to get a pregnancy test, you knew it was a shot in the dark that you were pregnant, but you wanted to know. Your period had never been late, and just the other day, you were turned off by the sight of your favorite food, you had never been so distraught in your entire life when you looked at the beautiful food in front of you, and thought that you never wanted to eat it again.

You shook your head, and made a mental note to buy a test later. You finished your business and pulled up your pants, and washed your hands, spritzed yourself with some perfume and unlocked the door and left the bathroom. You met up with Roger, “You look stunning,” Roger smiled and lent down and pressed a kiss on the top of your head and smiled. “Thanks, love.” You smiled. You were distracted all the way to Freddie’s, thoughts of pregnancy swirling around in your mind. You left a hand squeeze your thigh and you looked up at Roger, you hummed in question and looked at him. “What’s wrong? We’re already here and you haven’t said a word all ride. You feeling okay? Do you wanna go home?” Roger questioned. “No, no. I’m okay. Just had a hard day at work today.” You smiled and got out of the car, dropping the subject. Roger wrinkled his nose in confusion but followed anyways.

You walked up to the door and knocked lightly, Roger following and setting a hand on your back. “Just tell me if you wanna go home, okay? We’ll go if you want.” Roger said, into your ear softly, and pressed a small kiss to your cheek as he stood up to his full height. You nodded, but smiled at the thought that even though you told Roger that you were okay, that he still knew that something was wrong. Freddie opened the door, and beamed at you two. “Darlings! You’re here! How are you?” Freddie smiled as he ushered you in. You giggled at his forwardness and followed him in, “Excellent, Freddie! How’ve you been doing? Thank you for having us.” You smiled up at the man. “Oh, love! So much to talk about! Come, come. Let’s get a drink.” He smiled, wrapping you up in his arms, tearing you away from Roger.

Roger chuckled, and shook his head because he was used to it. Everyone in Queen loved you with their entire hearts, but none more than Freddie. Roger sometimes even questioned if Freddie loved you more than he did, then chuckled and would shake his head because he had never loved someone as much as he loved you. Whenever Freddie was around you, he would steal you away to talk about anything and everything. You would always giggle at your best friend’s antics.

When Freddie dragged you into the kitchen, just as you got a small hello thrown into everyone else there. Brian and Deaky frowned because they wanted a hug, but understood how much Freddie loved you, so they went back to talking, knowing that you would stop Freddie so you could run out and give them a hug sometime during the night. Roger appeared beside them, watching as Freddie tugged you into the kitchen, away from everyone’s prying eyes. “Freddie stole my girl, again.” Roger chuckled as he sat down into the chair beside them. He said it with no venom, knowing that Freddie loved you more than life itself, and that his love for you wasn’t as if he wanted to date you. Roger knew Freddie was very much so gay, and never doubted the relationship that you had with him, he trusted you, and he knew that you would never cheat on him.

“My love, what is wrong? You seem upset, did Roger do something? I’ll kill him.” Even after Freddie told you he was gay, and had someone else in his life, just as you did, he was still just as protective, if not more, and never called you anything besides lovey pet names. To him, you we’re still the one human being he would ever love, the one person he would ever be able to love as much as he loved you. You believed in each other, and that was all that mattered.

“No, he didn’t. Well maybe he did. I’m not sure.” You muttered looking down, “What’s wrong, my love?” Freddie asked, “I want to take a pregnancy test.” You said, looking up into his large brown eyes. Freddie shrieked in delight, “Oh my love! That’s wonderful.” He screamed. You giggled and shushed him, “Fred, Roger mustn’t know until I know.” You giggled, “Oh, right. Of course.” He spoke, and you laughed. “I’m gonna be an uncle, and if that child is not my godchild I will throw a fit.” He spoke, you giggled again, “Of course, if I’m pregnant, you will obviously be a godfather.” You smiled, and leaned into his arms. He wrapped them around you, “Come we will go buy one now.” He smiled and pulled you into him again, but linked your arm with his.

When you walked out, Roger stood up, “We’re just going to the store, darlings. To get some wine.” Freddie smiled, Roger walked towards you and leant down and pecked your lips. “Alright, love you.” Roger smiled. “Love you to, darling!” Freddie smiled. “I was talking to (Y/N), Fred. But yes, I love you as well.” Roger laughed and walked back to the couch. You took the time and sprinted right at Brian and into his arms, he laughed and wrapped them around you, you then pulled out of his arms and launched yourself into John’s. “Alright, I must be going. Be back soon!” You smiled. “Love you all!” You yelled and linked arms with Freddie again and walked out of the house.

When you two got back, you smiled and walked into the room again, seeing the boys talking as Freddie led you into the kitchen. “Okay, I’ll unpack the wine and you go take the test. I’ll be up in a minute.” Freddie smiled. You walked out into the area, “Come sit with me love,” Roger smiled. “I will, darling. I just need to use the restroom, be back in five.” You smiled, and walked up the steps.

You walked into the bathroom and smiled nervously down at the test. “Oh, lord.” You breathed, and then took the test. The box said that you needed to wait for two minutes after you took the test, so you set it on the counter and waited for Freddie. You felt good knowing that Freddie would be the first to know because he had been by your side through everything. You didn’t even know if Roger wanted a kid, you had never talked about it, and in your mind, you thought that Roger might be angry about it, as you both we’re relatively young, but you knew that if Roger broke up with you because of this, Freddie would be there to pick up the pieces, and help you. He was always there, and you loved him for it.

Freddie was thinking of an excuse as he walked into the room with the boys, knowing it would be weird for him to follow you up to the bathroom. “Oh my! I just remembered that I agreed to give (Y/N) one of my jackets that she loves so much. I must go get it!” Freddie smiled gleefully and ran up the stairs. Roger looked at the boys, shrugged and continued the conversation.

Freddie knocked on the door softly, and you let him in. He wrapped his arm around you after he shut the door, and looked at you as you flipped the test over. It was positive. You we’re pregnant, you were having a kid, with Roger fucking Taylor. “Oh my God.” You breathed, and raised a shaky hand to your mouth. “Oh my.” Freddie spoke looking down at the test. “I’m gonna be a mom.” You gasped, and raising a hand to rest on top of your belly. “There’s a baby in there, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” You muttered. Freddie knew you were about to freak out and turned you to look at him.

“Listen to me. Don’t freak out. You are going to be an absolutely wonderful mother. You are going to love that child more than anything. Don’t worry about anything, my love. You are going to be a perfect mother,” He looked at you. “What if Roger doesn’t want a baby?” You asked. “He would be foolish to not want your child. And if he doesn’t, I’ll kick him out of the band, and will be there with you for every step of the way, I mean I’ll be there even if he wants the baby, obviously.” Freddie smiled. You laughed and let yourself fall into his arms.

When you two walked back down stairs, it had already been fifteen minutes, but Freddie made sure to give you that jacket you liked as a coverup. “Sorry, we got sidetracked looking at all of Freddie’s wonderful clothes.” You smiled, and walked to Roger, and sat down beside him. He right away wrapped his arm around your stomach and you nearly flinched, but he pulled you into the safety of his lap and rested his chin on your shoulder.

When you two got home, you made sure he was sitting down when you told him the news of the child you were bearing; his child. “Rog, can we talk about somethings?” You questioned him with wide innocent eyes, “Yes, of course, sweetheart. What’s up?” He questioned. On the ride home, you were thinking of all the different clever ways that you could tell him, but now, as he sat before you with wide eyes, looking up at you with all the love in the world, and like you held the stars and moon in your hands, you blurted it out before you could stop yourself. “I’m pregnant.” You said, and looked down at him as he sat on the couch, and you stood before him. His mouth fell open in a gasp, and he looked up at you with even wider eyes. “What?” He asked quietly, even though he had heard you perfectly the first time. “I’m pregnant.” You said once again, and it felt weird, feeling those words fall from your lips. “Oh my God.” He muttered, but a huge smile broke out on his face, and he nearly shouted, “I’m going to be a dad?!” He asked in excitement, and tugged you into his arms. You giggled and nodded into his shoulder, “Yeah, yeah you’re gonna be a dad.” You smiled, “Oh I love you, so fucking much.” He spoke, and gently pushed you up so you would be standing, and dropped on his knees in front of you and tugged your shirt upwards and laid a kiss against your stomach, multiple kisses actually.

“You’re going to be a wonderful mother. I just know it.” Roger smiled and stood up. “When did you find out?” He asked, sitting down and pulling you down beside him. “Tonight actually, I told Fred I wanted to take a test and he made us go out and buy one and some wine, and then he made me take it,” You smiled. “Why am I not surprised, he was happy wasn’t he?” Roger asked, smiling fondly at you. “Oh yes, he said if he wasn’t a godfather, he would throw a fit.” You smiled. “Of course he did. I would like all the guys to be godparents if that’s alright?” Roger questioned, “I wouldn’t want anyone else to be godfathers. And, I wouldn’t want to have this baby with anyone but you.” You smiled at him.

#roger taylor x reader #roger taylor #freddie mercury x reader #freddie mercury #queen #brian may #bohemian rhapsody #john deacon #fluff #babies #oneshot #imagines #mercurysmaysmasterlist

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writing-of-a-british-bitch · 5 years

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Baby Steps

Fandom: Queen/ Bohemian Rhapsody

Specified gender: Neutral ( or at least I tried, I may have fucked up a few times)

Pairing: Roger Taylor X reader

TW: language, mention of death

Genre: angst with a fair bit of fluff

Word Count: 2.4K

Request: can you write a roger x reader in which the reader is sad and roger consoles her and then he tries to kiss her and she gets angry with him because she thinks he is taking advantage of the moment of sadness to have sex with her but in the end, he confesses his feelings

A/N: I honestly feel like I could've written this better. Sorry guys.

Requests: OPEN

"I put my heart and soul into this song "Roger growled, moving the bacon around the pan aggressively. You strolled in, leaning on the counter between John and Brian. Bri waved silently.

"No one is disputing that, "John replied, pointing his fork in the air.

"And you don't like it because you want your song on the album" Roger accused and Bri slid you a cup of coffee.

"It's not that Roger." John huffed, his long hair following as he tilted his head in annoyance. Your rolled your eyes and Roger prickled angrily. Out of all the boys, you were the most distant with Roger. You two didn't hate each other, you just didn't have too much in common. He still cared about you, as you did him, you guys were a family after all.

"Then what is it?" Roger snapped. Grabbing the lyrics of his song off the counter, your eyes scanned the page and your face scrunched up in confusion and in slight disgust. Then a certain line pulled a laugh from your throat and Roger glared daggers at you.

"'I'm In Love With My Car'. Maybe it's not strong enough?" Brian suggested, sarcasm tinting his smooth voice.

"What does that even mean 'not strong enough'?" Roger exclaimed before Freddie wandered in, taking his place beside John.

"I know I'm late, what did I miss?" Freddie asked, bringing the mug to his lips.

"Discussing Roger's car song," John answered with a raised eyebrow

"Is it strong enough? That's all I'm asking. If I'm on my own here then I apologize." Brian stated, raising his hands.

"How does your song go then?" Roger angrily snatched Bri's song from the table, crushing one of the corners accidentally. "You call me sweet like I'm some kind of cheese'" he read, throwing his arms down.

"I mean, it's good." You responded and Roger's eyes turned to you.

"Wow." He hissed sarcastically.

"What? 'When my hand's on your grease gun'?" You shot back, carefully folding the paper and handing it to Bri. John was hiding a smile behind his mug and Freddie wasn't even attempting to contain his laughter.

"That's very subtle isn't it?" Bri enquired, shooting Roger his signature bitch face.

"It's a metaphor, Brian!" Roger snapped, eyes narrowing at the curly-haired guitarist.

"It's just a bit weird, Roger. What exactly are you doing with that car?" John interjected. He was clearly teasing, but Roger didn't get the memo.

"Children, please. We could all murder each other but then who would be left to record this album?" Freddie stated, taking a sip of coffee.

"Statistically speaking, most bands don't fail, they break up," John responded between mouthfuls of food.

"Why the hell would you say something like that? Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen." Freddie said, keeping his eyes trained on Roger.

"You know why you're angry Roger?" Brian began. You shot him a side-eyed glance, knowing he was about to reignite the fire.

"Why?" Roger requested, frustration clear in his voice.

"Because you know your song isn't strong enough," Brian answered and Roger grabbed some bacon, flinging it at Brian's face.

"Is that strong enough?" Roger yelled, before throwing some bread and eggs at you and John.

"How about that?" You rolled your eyes, knowing you'd have to wash your hair again to get it out your hair. Roger grabbed the coffee machine, lifting it over his head.

"NOT THE COFFEE MACHINE!" You all shouted and Roger stopped mid-air, steam practically rolling from his ears. Roger slammed the coffee machine back down before storming off. You watched him for a second as John and Bri continued eating.

"Sorry about that (Y/N). You're gonna have to wash your hair to get that crap out"Bri apologized and you shook your head.

"Don't worry, hun, I signed up for this when I joined the band." You grabbed another piece of bread and slotted it in the toaster.

"He'll be over it in at least half an hour," John added, standing up and placing his plate in the sink.

"Is he always this ... on edge?" You asked. You'd only been part of the band for a few weeks after being kicked out of your own band. You were a drummer and a backup singer, though singing was most definitely your strong point. Your bandmates were some people you used to be friends with in college. They were a bunch of dicks and the lead singer constantly wanted attention to an absurd degree. His name was Mike. Mike wasn't a very good singer, but because he knew singers usually got the most attention, and he wanted all the limelight, he took that up. Despite knowing that you were a better singer, he forced you to learn drums and continuously pushed you past your limit, resulting in countless scars on your hands. Every day led to a new argument, but apparently one day you 'went too far' and they kicked you out. However, a group called Queen had seen you playing and found you mid-argument. After seeing you getting kicked from your band, Freddie practically demanded you become part of theirs.

"He's got an explosive temper, threw a TV out the window once, "Brian answered. You rolled your eyes. Sounds like Roger. The toast suddenly popped up, causing you and John to jump in unison. You pulled the toast out, taking a bite as Brian began washing his and John's plates.

"Where'd Freddie go?" John inquired.

"Probably with his little pet." You muttered bitterly, mouth full of toast.

"Probably," Brian remarked. You soon finished your food and Brian took your plate off you to wash.

"I'm gonna go get this shit out my hair. I'll be back in time to record." You told the boys before sauntering towards the bathroom.

You walked into the studio, towel in hand as you dried your hair.

"Ten minutes late, my dear," Freddie commented from his seat on the couch beside John and Roger. Brian was in the recording booth with his guitar, playing a tune you'd all agreed upon for 'Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon'.

"Rich coming from you, Fred. Besides, I wouldn't be late if someone hadn't thrown an egg in my hair." You responded, slumping between John and Freddie on the couch.

"Fuck off." Roger murmured, adjusting his necklace.

"Phone's been ringing for you for the last 15 minutes." John butted in, trying to focus on Brian.

"You know who's calling?" You asked, standing up again and walking over to the phone.

"Your mother. Number's written over there." Roger said, pointing at a note beside the phone set. You thanked the three before dialling the number and bringing the phone to your ear.

"Hello?" Your mother's voice crackled through the phone.

"Hi, ma. It's just me. Is everything alright? John said you'd been calling?" You requested, speaking quietly so Freddie and Bri could converse.

"Oh, (Y/N), darling. I need to tell you something." She replied, voice weak.

"Oh sure, what's going on?" You questioned, beginning to feel anxious

"(Y/N), you know your dad hasn't been very well for a long time..." she began. You felt your heart stop.

"Yeah..." You muttered

"Well...he passed away last night. We rushed him to the hospital but h-he didn't make it." She finished. Your hand shot to your mouth and tears pricked your eyes

"We'd really love for you to come home. Your brothers will be here. Alex is coming in from Australia and Danny managed to get a break from his work to visit." She added.

"Ma, I can't come home right now. I'm recording an album with the guys. I don't really have a way to get to your house in America right now." You reasoned

"Oh. Okay. I suppose we'll see you soon." Your mother replied, disappointment clear in her voice.

"Yeah, mom. I'm sorry. I wish I could come home. Say hi to the boys for me. Bye. I love you." You mumbled before placing the phone back. You sniffed, quickly wiping your eyes.

"Everything alright, dear?" Freddie asked, glancing up from the paper he was writing on. Roger had gotten up, standing next to the sound guy, talking to Brian in the booth.

"Y-Yeah. Everything's... everything's fine, Fred." You coughed, wiping your nose, fighting back a new onslaught of tears.

"Are you sure? You're acting a bit odd." Deacy pushed and you nodded.

"Does, uh, does anyone want some tea?" You asked, trying to find any way of getting a little bit of alone time without looking suspicious.

"Me, please, darling. Bring one for Brian too."

"I'm good, thank you (Y/N)."

"I'm in the booth next, so I'm alright."

Three voices rang out and you rushed out of the room as fast as your legs could carry you. Upon reaching the kitchen, you set the kettle to boil before breaking down into sobs. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you covered your face, attempting to fist away the water running from your eyes. You should've been there for him. Now you'd never see him again. you'd never hear his shitty dad jokes, never have your hair ruffled by him again, never hear his laugh again. Never see him smile.

You were so caught up in your grief, you didn't realize that someone else had joined you in the kitchen. A hand was placed on your shoulder, the other on your cheek.

"(Y/N), what's wrong? Did something happen? Talk to me." Roger watched your every move with eyes swimming with concern. You couldn't even form words so you simply allowed yourself to collapse into Roger. He wrapped his arms around you protectively before slowly sliding down to the floor so it was either for the both of you. After spending a few minutes in that position, your tears soaking Roger's shirt and his fingers running through your hair calmingly, you began to shakily explain what had happened. Roger couldn't find a way to describe how he felt. He was freaked, to be honest. Seeing you, strong, independent (Y/N) broken into pieces was unnerving. But overall, he couldn't help but think how beautiful you looked, despite the tear stains and messed hair. And he couldn't stop himself from kissing you.

He regretted it immediately.

You shoved him back, feeling hurt and betrayed, putting distance between you.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?! I'm here, crying because my dad is fucking dead and you think it's perfectly acceptable to fucking kiss me?!" You yelled harshly, scrambling to your feet.

"I didn't mean-" He tried

"And just when I started thinking that you care about me because I'm your friend or your bandmate! I'm not your friend. I'm just another fucking girl for you to score then throw into the gutter!" You continued, feeling more tears well up.

"You're not-" Roger started

"Fuck you, Roger Taylor! Fuck. You." You exclaimed, raising your middle finger to the blonde haired drummer before running out, leaving Roger on the floor, calling after you. You didn't attempt to go back to the recording studio. You couldn't face your friends right now. You felt too... embarrassed...used. You threw yourself on the bed and swiftly pulled the covers over your head, wanting to hide from everyone and everything as the river returned to flow from your eyes. You loved him, you truly did. But he wasn't the time of person for commitment. He only wanted you when you were vulnerable. He could never love you.

It'd been a few hours since the whole 'Roger' incident and you'd made no attempt to move from the room, only opting to angrily song write. Your grief mixed with the awful feeling Roger had left you with left no room for anything other than anger. Suddenly there was a gentle knock on the door.

"(Y/N)? Roger said you weren't feeling so good. I brought you some soup for dinner. You're free to come to eat with us if you feel up or it." John's voice broke through the cracks in the door. You carefully placed your pen and paper down before opening the door and taking the soup with a small smile.

"Thanks, John. Sorry I missed out on the recording. Freddie's probably pissed." You mumbled, voice hoarse from crying. You placed the soup on the small table by the door, but as soon as you placed it down, a body was thrown at you, colliding into you and making you fall to the floor. The door slammed shut and after a second of groaning, you realized who had fallen on top of you. You raced to get out from under him, and you turned your back to him.

"(Y/N), I know you're angry with me. Just hear me out." Roger said quietly, you tilted your head to let him know you were listening.

"I wasn't thinking. I should've been more tactful. Kissing you was not appropriate at that moment in time. I just... you looked so broken, it hurt me. I just wanted to distract you from the pain. And I know after this, you'll probably be mad at me still but I want to say I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to take advantage of you in any way and I'm an idiot for not realizing that that's the way it would be taken. I really care about you, as more than a friend or bandmate. I would do anything to make you happy. But that kiss wasn't appropriate at the time and I'm so fucking sorry."Roger explained. You sighed, turning around, looking anywhere but the drummer's eyes.

"Rog... I love you too but I need time. I'm going through a lot at the minute and something is telling me that it's not going to get any easier in the next few months." You replied softly. Roger cupped your cheek, pulling your face up to his.

"I want to be for you (Y/N). I want to help you through what you're going through. I want to be there for you in your darkest or best moments. We can take it slow. Baby steps. Just give me a chance. Please." Roger pleaded. You could never say no to those eyes.

"Baby steps..." You agreed after a long pause. Roger broke out in a grin and he carefully entwined his fingers with yours. Maybe this could work.

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