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New Robot Makes Soldiers Obsolete (Corridor Digital)

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Olympus

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inthe  song he is next door they sing it and dont know it. the furniture and more moveed after and trump put in disguise.  he is despicable dserves this treatment

Thor Freya

[theworldismyoysterandiamthepearl]

Enter the Deadliest Garden in the World

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out

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You're my favourite person (Froger Week 2021)

My entry for @frogerweek , taking the prompt "Favorite clothes". This fic tooks place in the time when Freddie and Roger had their stall in Kensington Market. In this fic, something bad occurs to Roger, but Freddie made his day in a special way. Something soft for y'all!

Thank you, @sparkleslightlyy, for betaing my fic and brainstorming with me!!! Also thanks to @emmaandorlando and @pumpkinlilyao3 for hosting this event!

This fic is also available in AO3, press here to read it there.

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Roger was late to his job. Unfortunately for him, it started to rain. He forgot his umbrella in his flat, and he was swearing at himself for not being better prepared.

He hurried through the rain as fast as he could until he could reach the shop. ‘“Gladly it isn’t winter or autumn, I’d be catching a flu in that case”, he thought, hoping to minimize the chances of a cold and wishing to be under a roof.

Meanwhile, Freddie was in the shop quite bored because the amount of people was way lesser than usual. Among the sound of the rain and the few people outside, the radio was playing. A new song was being presented by a kind presenter.

“Damn rain, I hope it can stop before we need to leave at night,” Freddie thought to himself. He was waiting for Roger and that was rare because, he was usually the one that was late. “I hope blondie has his umbrella” Freddie said to himself, watching the rain pouring.

Some minutes later, after one sale that distracted Freddie from his boredom, Roger had entered to the shop, completely soaked. Roger opened the door of the shop, and after closing it behind him, stayed on the doormat. Freddie took a coat to try to dry Roger a bit. He ran to Roger to cover his friend with the coat.

“I haven’t a towel to dry you properly… Luckily, we’re onto the summer season, so no one would buy this”

“Ahhh, thank you, Freddie” Roger said, feeling relieved.

Freddie couldn’t help but hug him.

Roger hugged Freddie too, smiling like an idiot.

A person was walking on the sidewalk and saw them hugging, they frowned and said “Those faggots.” Freddie and Roger didn’t listen to those words, but Freddie saw the disgusted expression on the person’s face and showed his middle finger to the person. Roger noticed Freddie’s movement, so, left the embrace to ask what was going on.

“A person saw us hugging, and he frowned... surely insulted us, so I showed my middle finger” Freddie replied, watching Roger’s eyes.

Roger couldn’t help giving Freddie a little smooch on his lips. That surprised Freddie.

“That’s the spirit!” Roger exclaimed. “Now… well, it’s time to work” he added.

“You couldn’t work with all those soaked clothes” Freddie said, going to grab some clothes and shoes from their stall.

“Freddie… you’re taking my fave clothes… why?”

“Because you’re my favourite person in the world… and I want to see you dry and happy… and fabulous!”

Roger blushed.

“We will lose the sales of those clothes…”

“I don’t care at all,” Freddie said, giving the clothes to Roger. “You’re more valuable than the sales” he added, with his eyes shining for the blond.

Roger blushed even more and smiled.

“For these kind of things I love you,” Roger said.

“It’s mutual, darling” Freddie added, blushing a bit too. “Now, go and change your clothes Rog”

“I’ll do” Roger said, going to change his outfit.

After some minutes, a more dry Roger emerged, wearing his favourite clothes. He was smiling.

“Something good is happening today” Roger said, contemplating his outfit in a mirror. “Thank you, Fred”

“You’re welcome, darling” Freddie said, hugging Roger from behind.

Freddie gave a little kiss on Roger’s right cheek. The blond smiled. Both gazed at themselves in the mirror until the door bell sounded.

“Gosh, we have clients,” Freddie said, running to attend to the client. Roger hid the soaked clothes quickly.

That day hadn't seen a lot of movement, but they had a good time together, and gladly the rain didn’t ruin their night plans.

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Hi,

I've tried to contact @toomuchlove-willkillyou because it's a very long time I didn't hear from her, last time we chatted, she told me she wanted to give me her e-mail address in case something bad could happen to her but sadly I didn't get the address and now I'm worried ... if you have any news about her please send me a pm, thanks.

Stay safe and take care. ❤

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[stormtrprinstilettos]

“Tell me I’m not being an idiot right now.” - (Single Dad) Roger x Reader (smut)

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

Series Masterlist Here

Language. Smut. (Because I can’t seem to write without either.) Age gap. Everything. If you’re under 18 go find something else to read because this isn’t for you, dude.

Word count: ~4k

[A/N: As always, the next one will be posted if this one gets at least 300 notes. 👍🏼 AND thank you bunches to @toomuchlove-willkillyou for doing a quick beta read for me so I didn’t crash and burn.]

“Did you hear a single thing I just said, Y/N?” The air is full of the combined smell of her perfume and cigarette smoke and she has the most awful music playing on the radio. You’re not focused on any of that, though. You’re not focused on anything your friend Eileen is talking about either. “Where are you?” she laughs. “You’re clearly not here with me.”

Your physical being is there, but your mind is miles away in the one place you wish your body was. You look at her apologetically and smile. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where I went.” Eileen is your best friend and you feel terrible for being absent minded. The two of you haven’t been spending much time together lately and you’re trying to make it up to her by having her over before going to your afternoon class, but you’re mind just doesn’t want to cooperate.

“I said you’ve been ditching us a lot lately and I want to know why,” she snarked. “Is it because of Sean?” Sean. Your ex. No, it had nothing to do with Sean. “I told you he’s been staying away. You don’t have to worry about him.”

“I’ve been busy,” you groan. “That’s all.” Busy. Right. Busy having private anatomy lessons with Mr. Taylor. Busy trying to work out what the fuck you’re feeling. Busy trying to work out what the fuck he’s feeling. Busy trying to balance your old normal with your new one.

She’s not going to let it go. She is going to nag you until you give her an answer. “Why are you being so secretive?” That’s the type of person she is. Only this time her nagging isn’t because she’s curious. It’s because she’s worried about you. “Come on, Y/N. We always tell each other everything. What’s going on?”

As if it was perfectly timed, your phone starts to ring before you have to lie to her again and tell her that nothing is going on.

“Hey, beautiful,” Roger says. “I could really use your help.” You start to giggle as you hear the girls screaming in the background. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Are those happy screams or…”

“No, not happy,” he groans. “I think there will be bloodshed soon if this situation doesn’t get under control.” He takes a deep breath and releases it with a sigh. “Please come. They’ll never act like this with you here.”

You don’t know what to say. On one hand, that’s exactly where you wish you were right now. On the other hand, if you miss any more of your class you’ll never pass your next exam. You lower your voice, trying to stay quiet so Eileen won’t hear you while she’s in the kitchen getting something to drink. “I can’t. I have a class in an hour.”

He’s exhausted and at his wits end. “I don’t even know what they’re fighting about.”

“Separate them,” you laugh. You can tell by his lack of response that he has no idea what you mean. “Have them come downstairs and sit on opposite sides of the room until they relax.”

“Can you talk to them?” he pleads.

“No,” you giggle. “You’ll do just fine.”

Then he lowers his voice to a whisper. “Well then can you come over when you’re done?”

“I really have to study for this exam.” You hate telling him no. Hate it. “You saw me last night,” you giggle. “You can’t see me every night.”

“Maybe I want to see you every night,” he chuckles. “What class?”

“Molecular biology.”

“I happen to know molecular biology. Bring your things and I’ll help you.”

“You know it’ll never happen,” you laugh.

“I swear, I will keep my hands to myself,” he chuckles before sighing. “I have this stupid thing to go to in Glasgow Saturday. Can you stay with the girls for the night?”

“Of course I can. But wouldn’t they want to be with…”

“They begged me to ask if you could stay with them, actually.”

The sounds of the girls yelling are getting louder and you start to giggle. “Are they still fighting?”

“Mmm hmm,” he chuckles. “You know, I kinda miss you when you’re not around.”

“You don’t miss me,” you laugh. “You just miss my…” You look up and see Eileen standing there smirking at you and clear your throat. “Hey, I need to go.”

“See you later, beautiful.”

“Bye, Mr. Taylor.”

Eileen’s mouth drops open and she covers her mouth. “Oh my god, Y/N…”

“Not a word, Eileen. I need you to promise me. Not a word.”

“Oh my god for how long? Since you’ve been…” She gasps loudly. “You’re the naughty babysitter we all fantasized about being when we had a crush on the dad! You tart!”

“Please. Just promise me you won’t say anything,” you beg. ”It’s…”

“I won’t say a word!” She sits down next to you, her eyes as excited as the tone of her voice. “Wasn’t he out with that actress the other night?”

“It was for show…”

She’s rapid firing questions to you out of excitement. “Wow is he kind of like your sugar daddy or something?”

“No. Come on,” you laugh. “He doesn’t buy me things or give me money for… You know.” You try to fight back the smile, but you can’t. “I babysit the girls, and we… have our own thing.”

“Wow. My best friend is sleeping with Roger Taylor.” She’s beyond giddy now and you can tell she’s going to hand a million questions, but you don’t want to answer any of them. “Let me live vicariously through you. Tell me how he is. He must be…”

“I’m not saying anything. I respect him more than that.”

“Wow. Discreet. Respect,” she says, kind of shocked. “You even told me how long Sean’s dick is. Roger… I mean, Mr. Taylor must be something special.” The timid smile on your face tells her all she needs to know.

“Maybe I should just quit school,” you groan. “Sell my organs or something to make a living.”

“Now that comment shows that you don’t know basic biology,” he laughs. “No wonder you’re struggling.”

“I passed that class with high marks, thank you very much,” you laugh.

“Professor was a man?” He looks at you with a smirk and a raised brow.

“He was indeed. All it took was a couple of blowjobs,” you grin, and his mouth drops open. “That’s not true!” you laugh. “Can we quit?”

“No. No quitting until you get this. Come on. Focus.” He’s trying to get you to look back at your textbook, but you can’t.

It’s impossible to focus. How can he expect you to focus when he’s sitting there in those glasses? When he’s looking like that? “You’re distracting me,” you grin. “I can’t study with you.” He glares at you from the top of his glasses, trying to be serious but it’s not working. “I’m bored.”

“You’re being a brat,” he grins. “When’s the exam?”

“Thursday. See? Plenty of time.” You lay your head on his shoulder and hold his arm. “What time do you leave tomorrow?”

“Plane leaves at noon. Car will pick me up at 10.” He kisses the top of your head and rubs your thigh. “I’m assuming you’re staying here tonight?”

“If you want me to.” You look at him and smile, resting your chin on his shoulder. “When will you be back?”

“As early as possible Sunday.” He kisses the tip of your nose and reciprocates your smile. “Will you miss me?”

“Probably,” you shrug. “Haven’t decided yet.”

“Oh, is that so? Maybe I’ll have to give you something to miss.” He leans his face into your neck and playfully growls.

“No, no, Mr. Taylor,” you giggle. “I have to study.” You playfully push him away and pretend to read your textbook.

You can feel him looking at you, and you’re trying to ignore it, but he makes it impossible when he leans back close to you. “You’re a godsend, Y/N.” You turn your head and look at him. There’s not a single hint of joking in his face, or in his tone. “And I don’t just mean because of how good you are with the girls.” He’s always made your heart do a little dance in your chest, but this time it’s different. This time the entire world around you stopped. He slowly starts to move in for a kiss.

“Daddy’s gonna kiss her again,” Birdie giggles. “Look, Liv.”

“Alright you two,” Roger laughs, quickly getting up to corral them back into the other room. “Y/N’s trying to study.”

“Do you like Daddy like he likes you, Y/N?” Liv asks. “He said you’re his 3rd favorite girl.”

“Yeah,” Birdie says. “He said Liv and I are his first two favorite girls and you’re his 3rd.” You look over at Roger and share a grin before he turns her around and points her in the opposite direction.

Liv has made her way over to you now and tugs at your arm so she can tell you a secret. “And he said he kisses you a lot because he really likes you,” she whispers with a giggle. “Can we make cookies?”

“Come on, Liv,” Roger says, waving her over. “Leave Y/N alone.”

“You’re not leaving her alone, Daddy,” she protests, which makes you laugh hysterically. She turns back and looks at you, silently asking about the cookies.

“If your daddy says it’s okay, we can make cookies,” you tell her and look over to Roger, who is looking humorously defeated, just like he tends to when you and the girls team up against him. “He can help me study later,” you grin and shoot a wink in his direction when the girls aren’t looking.

You softly knock on his bedroom door before opening it slowly. “I’m scared of the dark,” you whisper as you walk in. “Can I stay with you?” You giggle as you close the door and lock it before crawling next to him on the bed. He’s propped up against the headboard, wearing his reading glasses and holding his book. “You are so fucking sexy right now,” you purr with a smile.

“I’m trying to read my book, Y/N,” he smirks. “You’re distracting me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you giggle. “I’ll just get ready for bed and leave you alone.” You slide your shorts off and take off your bra under your shirt, throwing both to the floor before you get under the sheet. You lay on your back and look over to him, and he’s looking back at you with a grin on his face. “Go on,” you groan as you turn on your side with your back to him. “Keep reading your book.”

He takes off his glasses and puts him on the nightstand along with the book and lays behind you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight. “The other night. At your place? Just us, being there like that?” He swallows hard. You can hear it. “I liked that.”

You turn yourself so you can face him and the small smile that’s on his face. “I liked that, too.”

“Am I an idiot?” he asks, blurting it seemingly from out of nowhere.

“Why would I think you’re an idiot?” you giggle, but quickly realize he’s being serious. “No, you’re not an idiot.”

“Some old fool who…”

“Roger?” You sit up and give him a confused look. “You’re not even 40. How are you old?”

“That’s what they’d say, you know. That I’m some old fool who…”

“No one has ever called you old. A fool, yes,” you smirk. “But… What are you even on about?”

“Nothing,” he whispers, pulling you to lay back down.

“No, it’s not nothing,” you fuss as you pull out of his grip. “Did somebody see us the other night and say something?”

“No, no one said anything.” This time he manages to pull you back down, resting your head on his shoulder as he holds you close. “I don’t want you to be some secret, Y/N. I want to be able to take you out, go places, have you on my arm if I need to be a part of some public spectacle. Not only secret meetings and incognito dinners.”

This? Wow. Never was this supposed to happen. If you think back you can understand why it happened. You’ve been spending way too much time here, with him, and… this was not supposed to happen. “Roger? What are you saying?”

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans. “Tell me I’m not being an idiot right now.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that you’re not an idiot?” He looks down at you and the worried look on your face. You’re worried because you don’t know what he’s trying to tell you. It’s obvious, but it’s not registering in your head.

“I’m scaring you,” he laughs. “I can see it on your face.”

“You’re not scaring me,” you smile and bring your palm to his face. “Just caught me off guard.”

“Tell me you feel it too,” he says softly as he kisses the top of your head.

Fuck. Of course you feel it. But should you feel it? Is it wrong to feel it? Do you even care what people think? You never did before, so why are you caring about it now? You tell yourself to forget what society tries to dictate, forget what anyone will think, and just…

“I do feel it,” you whisper.

“So what’s scaring you?” he laughs. “You’re scared.”

“I’m not scared,” you groan. But you are. Deep down inside, you’re petrified. There was nothing bothering when this was just fun between the two of you, but now? Fuck.

“Alright. If you’re not scared you’ll be my date to that stupid awards show in a few weeks.”

“Fine.”

“Are you agreeing to go just to prove me wrong?”

“Yep,” you giggle. “And don’t act like you’re not scared, you foolish idiot.”

You wrap your arm across his torso and snuggle closer, trying to process what he told you without actually coming out and saying it. And an awards show? What did you just agree to? You don’t know if it’s your breathing he’s hearing or your heartbeat he’s feeling but he squeezes you tighter as if he knows you need reassurance that everything is going to be okay.

“Hey, Roger?”

“Yeah?”

“I like this, too, you know.”

“So do I.”

The next morning, you hear him quietly slip out of the bed and walk into the bathroom. He was still groggy when he came back to bed, seemingly with every intention of falling back asleep. You turn over, eyes still closed, as he pulls back the covers just enough to slip in before pulling them back up and covering you both again, settling in on his back. You shift over and throw an arm over him, nestling your head on his shoulder, letting out a happy sigh in the process. He starts to nod off again as you’re pressed against his body and shift yourself slightly, burying your face in his neck. Softly, gently, almost imperceptibly, you start to nuzzle his neck. A smile breaks out over his face as your kisses become more persistent, the change in his breathing becoming more noticeable. Your hand starts to roam, slowly working its way down his chest and stomach, his cock stiffening in anticipation. By the time your hand reaches its destination under his boxers, he’s already hard. You wrap your hand gently around him and slowly stroke, never taking your lips away from his neck.

“I was dreaming about you,” you whisper in his ear. You throw the covers back and rise up, pulling his boxers down before taking off your panties and straddling him, sitting on his dick and grinding as you look down at him. “Dreaming about you inside of me,” you murmur as he puts his hands on your hips to hold you steady. You lift yourself up enough to guide the head of his cock just between your already wet lips and slowly settle down, filling yourself as you let out a slow, deep breath before finishing with a moan. He reaches up and slides his hand under your shirt and grabs your tits, squeezing and flicking at your nipples with his thumb as you rock back and forth, never once pulling your eyes away from his. Your movements are slow at first as you both enjoy the sensations you’re feeling.

Little by little, he starts to thrust his hips up in time with yours, and you begin to pick up the pace. You rest your hands on his chest, your eyes still on his as you smirk and bite your bottom lip. “Jesus, babe," he gasps. “Easy. Go easy.”

“Fuck no,” you say with a needy smile. “I want it. All of it,” you growl. “I don't want to wait.”

But he wants you to wait. Not to tease you, but because he wants to wait. He sits himself up, careful not to pull out, and you wrap your arms around his neck, molding yourself firmly to him. You rock against him just a little faster, a little harder as his hands slip up the back of your shirt to caress your skin. You give him just enough room to slip it over your head, arching your back as his lips touch your neck. The heat of his breath radiates all the way to your core, sending a shiver through your body. You reach down to tug at the hem of his shirt, and he obliges you by lifting his arms so you can discard it as easily as he did yours.

Your lips meet, bodies pressed skin against skin, both groaning at the sensation and you fist your hands into his hair, reveling in the softness of it. You gaze into each other's eyes as you move against him – harder now; faster now. His hips swing up to meet yours, thrust for thrust, his eyes steadfast in their gaze.

You revel in the feel of him so hard, so deep inside as a great wave of pleasure roils through you, constantly building. You steady yourself with your hands on his shoulders as his come up to cup your face, your eyes still locked as you ride that wave together.

You stop moving and look down at him with a wicked grin, your breathing still heavy as you lean down and kiss him. “Good morning,” you giggle, resting your head on his shoulder, both of you trying to steady your breathing that is still coming in short gasps. He pulls your chin up and kisses you once again, gratitude in his eyes. “Come on. Let's go downstairs and I'll feed you some breakfast. You must be hungry,” you with a grin.

“Oh no,” he smirks as he rolls you on your back, hovering on top of you. “The only thing I want for breakfast is right here.” He kisses a path down from your neck as he positions himself between your legs, smiling up at you before bringing his hungry mouth down over your still dripping flower.

“Oh,” you say, more with a gasp than speech. “Wasn’t expecting this.”

He smiles at that despite the fact that his tongue is buried deep in you as he tastes the fruits of your morning labor. He looks up at you as your hand rests on his head, trying to guide him, tugging on his hair. His fingers gently hold your folds open so he can trace his tongue up to your swollen clit. He grabs your hips, pulling you closer, taking away all of the control you had earlier. You manage to lift your head and look down at him as he ravishes you like he’s done so many times before. The more you squirm, the more he strokes his tongue on your bud and gently sucks it between his lips. He knows you’re getting close, so he slips two fingers inside you as he continues to focus his attention on your clit. Your walls start to tighten its grip on his fingers as your orgasm approaches. “So fucking good,” he whispers. You push his face down into you pussy, bucking your hips as you start to explode. When you can take no more, you push his face away and he slowly withdraws his fingers from you.

You lay back and catch your breath as he leans before you and kisses your thighs. You looked down at him, smiling and shaking your head. “Come here,” you giggle, gesturing for him to move up. He crawls up and leans over, kissing you deeply.

“You taste amazing,” he groans as he licks. “I should demand breakfast in bed every morning.”

"If we shower fast enough...the girls won't be awake for another few hours," you say, a grin on your face.

“I’ll be back tomorrow as soon as I can, alright?” Roger is stooped down, telling Liv and Birdie goodbye and has them wrapped in each arm in tight hugs. “And be good for Y/N and do everything she says.”

“We always listen to her, Daddy,” Liv says as she rolls her eyes. “She’s a princess. We have to listen to a princess.”

He stands up and looks at you with a smile as he tells the girls to go inside. Once the door closes, he pulls you close to him by your waist and smiles as he looks down to you. “Have you decided if you’ll miss me or not?”

“I already do,” you smirk. You run your hands on his shoulders and he leans in for a kiss. Not a quick kiss. Not a deep kiss. One of those easy, velvety kisses that makes you forget your name.

And when he’s holding the under part of your chin as he pulls away, he takes a peek to the window behind you and starts to chuckle. “Sorry, but I’ve had to explain every other time they caught us. You have to explain this one.” He points to the window, and when you turn you see the girls watching and giggling uncontrollably. “They adore you, you know.”

“And I adore them,” you smile, turning back to look at him. “I kinda like their dad a bit, too.”

“Oh yeah?” he chuckles. “Their dad kinda likes you a bit, as well.” He turns and waves to the car driver and looks back to you one more time. He looks like he wants to say something, but the words aren’t coming out. Instead, he flashes a small smile and walks away.

When you get back inside, Liv and Birdie are waiting right there for you. You don’t even give them a chance to start with their adorable little questions. “Yes, I like your daddy like he likes me.” They both start to giggle and run upstairs to their room.

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Hey People!

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Pain is so close to pleasure

Hi! A bit late, but i'm here! For the fic's title you already know which prompt I took from the @deakysgurl 's event ;) Here I'll be telling a bit of the process of creation and recording of that song. Y'know that's my fave from A Kind of Magic, so I really wanted to post this fic.

Word count: 770

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The recording of A Kind of Magic was in the works. Some songs were already recorded, but sometimes inspo came with non Highlander ideas. They were already done with those songs, when they started to improvising in the studio. One of those improvisation was Brian was doing a nice solo, and his bandmates followed him. After some minutes, they stopped.

-I think we need to turn this in a new song. Sounds cool. Who wants to write the lyrics and continue the idea? -Brian asked.

-Deaky and I will do it, no Deaks? -Freddie said, nudging John.

Deaky was surprised. Freddie watched to him with attention, waiting for an affirmation.

-Emmm yes.- Deaky replied, watching to Brian and Roger- We will do it -John added, watching to Freddie’s eyes brifly and again watching to Bri and Roger.

-Okay, let me grab some paper and a pencil from the control room -Brian said, leaving his guitar in its stand. Roger followed him, but he wanted to have a rest in the control room. Pressure were over them, mainly over John. “Well, the lyrics… I don’t know, perhaps one of the ideas I didn’t develop for The Works?” John thought.

Meanwhile John was leaving his bass in its stand, and Brian came back with the paper and pen, gave them to John and left John and Freddie alone.

John started to write the song. Silence in the studio. Brian and Roger were watching the scene from afar.

After some minutes of quietness, John extended the paper with his right hand and the pen to Freddie.

-Go and fill the gaps please -John asked, scratching his eyes with the another hand and sighing.

Freddie was reading the lyrics carefully and filled the gaps. But it was just a brief moment.

-It’s done to me -Freddie said, returning the sheet of paper to John.

John saw the sheet of paper and… just were a few additions.

-But you just did a few fillings.

-John, trust in your capabilities, you’re GREAT -Freddie turned left to see Brian an Roger watching the scene- Guys, come here -Freddie yelled.

Brian and Roger walked again and stopped some centimetres away from John and Freddie.

-What’s going on? -Roger asked, watching to Freddie’s eyes.

-John it’s with his low self esteem crisis… -Freddie replied.

Roger was watching John after those words.

-Man, you made I want to break free, how you’re still doubtful about your songwriting skills?… -Roger added, smiling.

John smiled shyly, watching to his lap.

-And don’t forget Another One Bites the Dust! -Bri exclaimed- Surely this song will be great like the another ones. You’re quite good.

John’s cheeks are flushing. He smiled widely.

-See? -Freddie asked to John.

-Okie okie… You convinced me!

-Nope, you convinced US! -Freddie exclaimed, emphasizing the “us”.- Now I was thinking about the music of this song. Let’s play again that improvisation, I wanna see something.

-Okay -replied the three of them.

John left the sheets over the piano and they started to play the improvisation again, of course a bit different.

Some minutes later, Freddie stopped the music.

-Okay, I have an idea for the rest of the song. -Freddie said, meanwhile Brian and Roger were leaving their instruments.

-You guys wanna contribute? -Freddie asked, when Brian and Roger walked near to him.

-Let’s see John’s music composition skills -Roger said, watching to John and winking an eye.

The guitarist and the drummer left to the bassist and the singer alone.

Brian and Roger watched to John and Freddie talking and playing instruments. Brian and Roger smiled when John played this Telecaster or the synths, meanwhile was talking with Freddie.

Some hours later, Freddie called to the another members to tell how’s the song going and John said the title of the new song: Pain is so close to pleasure.

-Sexy name -Roger said, winking an eye.

-Yes, hahaha -John replied, with a smile.-But it’s true. The pain of all of us playing all day long, recording a new album, it’s really close to pleasure… no? -John said, watching to his bandmates.

-Nice analogy and phrase -Brian replied- You’re really brilliant.

John smiled kindly.

-Well, let’s tell to Mack that we’re ready for recording- Freddie said, standing up from his chair.

-We will record bass and piano at first -John added, going to grab his bass from its stand.

After that chat, they started to prepare everything to record.

Recording an album was a pain certainly, but the pleasure that it gives when it’s finished and sounds great, it's priceless. They knew it. They still know it...

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[fluffyunicornofdanger]

Let Me Take Care of You

A/n: I’ve been trying to get all my requests written up and I’ve got about six done so far and my creativity has just vanished. At this point, I’m just starring at plank pages but at least I’m working on getting shit done. I should have four fics out today or tomorrow, but I don’t know. I’m glad that I’ve gotten some Queen requests, though, because I miss writing for them.

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Masterlist

Roger Taylor x Reader

Requested by: @spaghetittiesbcimgay

12. “Is someone hurting you?”

21. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

25. “Where did you get those bruises?”

57. “Let me kiss it better.”

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Abuse, mention of abuse

Even with the hot London weather, Y/n wrapped her jacket tight around her body, wincing when she pulled too tight. It wouldn’t be long before she would be back at her house and strip off the material. But before she could do that she had to drop off some clothes that Roger had left behind.

Though they’d been dating for almost two years, they hadn’t moved in together. He was busy with Queen and Y/n was busy taking care of her mother. Y/n couldn’t stomach the thought of sending her mother to a home, she couldn’t afford it anyway. And so, the two were always leaving things at each other’s houses. It was more Roger leaving things, like clothes, behind than her. She wasn’t sure how he still managed to be where he was in life as he was so forgetful. The man would probably forget his brain somewhere if it wasn’t inside of his damn skull.

Y/n knocked on his front door, bouncing on her heels and hoping that he wasn’t home so she could just leave the clothes and race back to her place. But when the door opened, a smile on the blonde’s face, all her hopes disappeared.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you found that shirt.” He wrapped her in a hug before inviting her in. “Freddie would probably kill me if he knew I lost his shirt.”

Y/n gave him a small smile, following him into the kitchen. “Maybe you shouldn’t be borrowing other people’s clothes if you have a hard time keeping track of your own.”

Roger shrugged as he opened a cabinet and pulled out two mugs. “Would you like some tea, love?”

She nodded, placing the pile of clothes on the counter. One cup of tea wouldn’t kill her. As it was, she could always tell him she needed to get back to her mother. It was an excuse that worked on everyone, pity in their eyes as they told the girl that it was no problem, even if she really didn’t want to go back home.

It was odd to feel that way, Y/n thought. Not being in a hurry to get back home was something she thought only teenagers felt. She’d been that way as a teen, never in a hurry to get back to her house, which was filled with the yells of her parents. Now, as an adult, she thought that her house would be a safe haven, but that all changed when her mother moved in. She never felt safe with that woman around.

Roger looked up from the kettle, eyeing Y/n suspiciously. People on the street were baking with how hot it was outside, yet Y/n wore a jacket like it was a brisk spring day. It was wrong of the drummer to be suspicious, she probably was catching a cold or something, but he couldn’t help but be worried. She had been acting strange ever since her mother had moved in. He, like his bandmates, had assumed that it was because her mother had been diagnosed with cancer and she was dealing with the medical bills and trying to make sure her mother was comfortable. However logical that answer was, it didn’t sit well with him.

Something more was going on.

“So, are you gonna come to the show tonight?” Roger asked, turning the stove off before the kettle could let off a deafening whistle. He grabbed the pot, pouring steaming water into the cups.

“No, you know how my mom gets when she gets home from treatment.”

Y/n took the cup Roger handed to her, wrapping her fingers around it to trap in the warmth.

“No, I actually don’t,” he stated, pouring sugar into his cup. “How does she get?”

“Well, she-” Y/n set her cup on the counter before readjusting her jacket. She pulled it off her neck, not enjoying the suffocating feeling it was creating. 

Roger’s eyes went wide as he caught sight of a dark patch of skin near her collar bone. From the looks of it, it extended much further than her jacket allowed him to see. It was then made clear to him why she had worn a jacket on such a warm day.

“-is often uncomfortable when she gets home. It’s just better… Roger, are you alright?” she asked as he set his mug on the counter and walked over to her.

Roger stood in front of her, looking down at the large bruise that was exposed, small ones littered around it. “Where did you get those bruises?”

“Nowhere,” Y/n stated, pulling her jacket over them, but Roger caught her hand.

“Is someone hurting you?”

Y/n bite her lip, not making eye contact with the man in front of her.

“Y/n, hey, look at me.” He gently placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head until she reluctantly looked him in the eye. “You can tell me anything, you know that. If someone’s hurting you, you need to tell me, Y/n.”

She took a deep breath, mulling over what to say. In the movies, during scenes like the one playing out, people broke down in tears, pouring their hearts out about their sorrows, but she couldn’t do that. Y/n couldn’t find it in her to shed a tear over what had happened to her or bring herself to even talk about it. She’d come to accept what life had given her and eventually she would get something better. But, in front of Roger, what life had handed her was shit. It wasn’t something to make her stronger, help her grow a backbone. It was a trauma that no one deserved.

“Y/n,” Roger cooed, trying to coax something out of her. He pointed at her bruises, “Did your mother do this to you?” 

It was a silly question for him to ask. Her mother was an angel when he was around. Plus, as it was, older women were rarely abusive, especially when they have a terminal illness. If anything, the most that Y/n’s mother had ever done around Roger was probably raise her voice. He had no reason to believe these harsh marks could possibly come from the frail woman.

Y/n cleared her throat. “Roger, it doesn’t matter, they will heal.”

He raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “If it didn’t matter then why are you trying to hide them?”

“Roger, please can we drop it?” she begged.

The drummer came a step closer to her and embraced her, wrapping her in his arms. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I think maybe it’s time someone else takes care of your mother because I don’t think her cat is the one beating you up. I’m sure it would do both you and her some good.”

Y/n shook her head, looking up at the blonde. “I can’t afford it, Roger. If I could, I would send her to Ireland, but I can’t afford that.”

The man chuckled. “I’ll take care of it, okay?”

Y/n shook her head again. She wasn’t going to have him spend his hard-earned money on her when she was more than capable of taking care of herself. “You can’t do that, Roger. You worked hard for your money, you don’t need to go spending it on me, on my mother. I won’t allow it.”

The drummer let out a sigh, “Just let me do this, Y/n. I love you and I don’t want something like this to happen to you again. Let me do this for you.”

Reluctantly, she nodded. There was no way he was going to take no for an answer as he was stubborn as a mule. Getting his way was the only way he allowed others to get their way.

For the first time since he’d caught sight of the bruises, a smile formed on his lips. “I’m going to take care of you, okay? You can move in if you want. Hell, let me kiss it better, I’m pretty good at that.”

“You can take care of me, but I’ll have to think about the last two parts,” she teased.

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