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artyandink · 2 years ago

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Could o request an Anthony Lockwood x fem reader where they have a love hate relationship where they both always risk their lives for eachother but then it always ends up in fights with one another and one day it leads to a very heated confession.

YOU'RE HEAVEN AND HELL

"Yeah, and what plan did you have, Mr Know-It-All?!"

"Oh shut it, you could have avoided standing in front of a charging ghost!"

"But I knew that plan would work!"

"Or was it a small experiment that could've gotten us both killed?" Lucy and George watched as the two came back from yet another case with yells and insults.

"Is that the fifth argument this week?" George tutted. "We're only two days in."

"And five days away from Armageddon." Lucy predicted. "I swear, these two will destroy all of humanity if they remain at loggerheads."

"Who destroys the other first? I say that Zuri will finish him first." George betted.

"We don't even need to bet some quid, cause I agree."

"I can take care of myself!" Lockwood shouted, making a gesture as if he was karate chopping his other hand.

"Oh, but you clearly can't!" I retorted, stepping forward and mimicking his own gesture.

"Neither can you, to be frank, I had to save you from being locked just yesterday. And now the tables have turned you really think you're the equal of Marissa Fittes and Sir John Fairfax, absolute saviour, aren't you?!"

I drew my rapier quickly, Lockwood matching it quickly.

“Let me show you how much of a bloody saviour I can be.”

“Ok! That’s enough!” Artemis (A/N: My OC, kinda like my signature) clapped her hands, using her own golden rapier to set down ours. “We don’t want a duel in the thinking space, do we?” She turned to George and Lucy, “I sort out something at SP3CTR for a few hours and this is what I’m coming back to. I should be used to it, but I’m not. Please tell me there’s tea or coffee, at least something.”

“We get it, you own a multi-trillion pounds worth company. But doesn’t that we can’t get into arguments.” Lockwood snapped.

“Oh, Tony, that’s your fifth argument this week and it’s only Tuesday. Two days in, five away from Armageddon.” Lucy gestured to Artemis to signal her agreement.

“Lockwood and I won’t cause Armageddon.” I scoffed, flicking my brown hair over my shoulder. “How can you be so sure of that?”

DAY THREE:

Lockwood, Artemis and I went on a case where they were dealing with a particularly difficult Type 2 called Harrison Prescott, who had spent the last few minutes trying to get Lockwood, but when he deemed that useless, he turned to me, and I was unprepared and didn’t notice him coming. I turned around, meeting the ghost’s eyes and falling to the ground, unable to move. This was the end of Zuri Miller. Someone better dance the Macarena at my grave or I’ll rise back from the dead to make someone do it.

“Get away from her!” Lockwood threw a flare, diverting the attention of the ghost. He threw his rapier to me, and I caught it, confused. I had my own bloody rapier with me!

“Lockwood, what the hell?!” I yelled, running forward and slashing wildly at the ghost, but he disappeared before the blade could touch the plasma. Artemis ran out of the other room, dusting off her hands.

“That’s how it’s done, ladies and ladies, let’s go.” She winked, leading us both downstairs.

“I had my own rapier with me, Lockwood, why’d you chuck yours? You couldn’t defended yourself!” I criticised angrily. He jeopardised everything!

“I didn’t see your rapier, and I had a plan!” “What was the brilliant plan, pray tell?”

“I’d give the rapier to you, you attack from behind and we switch between blade and no blade until Artemis dealt with the source!”

“I think that’s an idiotic plan! We’d go better with weapons anyway! Artemis, do you agree with me?”

“I think I’d better do the fighting with one of you from now on. Next case, Lockwood and I will deal with the ghost, Zuri, you deal with the source. Does that make everyone happy?” Artemis bargained, so we both nodded.

DAY FOUR:

I was rifling through the drawers, and found the source, but what I didn’t notice was that the ghost was behind me, snarling.

“I’ve got you, Zuri!” Lockwood was behind the ghost, slashing it expertly, giving me time to pull out the silver net and throw it on just as it went for Lockwood.

“You didn’t have to save me, I had it covered.”

“Oh no, you didn’t! You didn’t notice it was there!”

“You know what?!” Artemis snapped, stopping us all in our tracks. “I’ve had enough of babysitting you two! You’re like Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, you just keep going at each other. So I’ve come up with a solution. You two just aren’t going to speak to each other until this Sunday.”

“Why specifically Sunday? Can’t you extend the bracket?” Lockwood asked, folding his arms.

“Because there’s a job that requires your skill set and my skill set but I can’t make it, I have a conference with the world leaders then. The next best person to fill my position is you, Zuri, so do me a favour and complete the job without any arguments in the afterparty.” She pinched the bridge between her eyebrows, resigning herself for the opposite of her wishes. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Artemis.” We both chorused, a little intimidated under the tech giant’s presence. Her complete worked in protection, so obviously it did well. Plus, she could be intimidating when she wanted to.

“Good. Now, I’m going to get some coffee with my brother. Don’t tear the house apart while you’re at it, yeah?” She sighed, turning on her heel and muttering incessantly as she left.

“Did she say world leaders?!”

DAY SEVEN:

“George! Are you geared up?” Lucy barked, padded with pillows and armed with a cardboard shield and her rapier. George walked out of his room with the same, except he wore a baseball helmet over the top. “Good.”

“Today is Armageddon.” He dramatically announced. “The first day that Lockwood and Zuri will talk to each other after Artemis’ fateful condemning on day 3. They said that Armageddon doesn’t exist. What will scientists say now?”

“Armageddon does exist. See you on the other side, soldier.” Lucy prepared herself, saluting at the same time as George.

“Lockwood and Zuri are due back at 1400 hours.” Artemis announced, coming in through the front door. “Remain prepared, soldiers, for this might be a day we will not survive.”

“You’re playing along?” George gasped in delight.

“Course not. I’m a businesswoman, I state the facts. I’m not worried about those two, and, oh, look at the time.” She checked her watch, “It’s 13:59.”

“HIDE!” George and Lucy dived for cover just as the clock said 2pm, and just then Lockwood and I burst through the door, arguing like hell was breaking loose.

“YOU ABSOLUTELY IDIOTIC NARCISSIST! NOT EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD’S ABOUT YOU!”

“I’M GONNA STOP BEING YOUR HUMAN SHIELD THEN!”

“FINE! I DIDN’T NEED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE ANYWAY! MY LIFE WAS PERFECT UNTIL YOU CAME ALONG!”

“OH YEAH? MINE WAS BRILLIANT UNTIL YOU BARGED INTO IT AND RUINED IT COMPLETELY! SOMETIMES I WISH I COULD JUST KISS YOU!”

“THEN WHY DON’T YOU?! I’VE BEEN WAITING A HELLA LONG TIME FOR IT!”It took us both a few seconds to register what we just said, breathing heavily. Artemis counted on her fingers from three to one, taking out her phone. On 1, Lockwood crossed the room, cupping my face in his hands and smashing his lips on mine roughly, making George and Lucy gape and Artemis smirk. My hand reached up to tangle in his brown locks, deepening the kiss. It felt… amazing. Like all that tension I had with him was gone just like that. When we detached, Artemis had finished finding the number, laughing.

“Good job, all that built up tension finally did it.” She rang the number, holding the phone to her ear. “Yeah, Barnes? They did it. You owe me 50 quid, thank you very much.”

“This was all a convoluted plan of yours? To win a bet against Barnes?!” Lockwood panted.

“Yeah, precisely. Gotta put my talents somewhere, don’t I?” She shrugged.

“You bloody-“

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood and co #artemis hernandez #george karim #lucy carlyle

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annelizabethwrites · 2 years ago

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

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

POV: Scarlett, Star, George

Warning: slight addiction talk

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July 9th, 1969

"Okay, you're going to love it! I got furniture that probably would match you," Kelly smiled.

"Alright," I raised an eyebrow. Kelly opened the door. It has this beautiful layout. On my left is this little workshop. It has Dress forms, a fabric pressing station, a sewing machine table, and three cabinets with glass for the door. One cabinet showed a collection of multicolor threads. The second showed different fabrics. The third is all the other essentials, Draping Tools, Sewing Tools, Needles, Pattern Making Tools, and Product Development Tools. I walked over to my desk, some drawers were filled, and some weren't, but I loved that all the available tools I needed for designing were on the right side of my desk, the left side if I'm looking from the door.

On the right side of the room is a little living room area. There's an L shape couch with a coffee table in the middle. With this large window sill, the sofa is pushed back against the wall, where I get a beautiful view of the River Thames. That's the same river Big Ben is on, if people wonder. The couch is against the front wall that shares the main door, so the end of the sofa and the back wall has some space. Maybe I could put my records there? The back wall, the wall behind my desk, has a little filing set up behind my desk. Both sides of the filing setup have a door. Both doors are in the middle of the filing setup and the wall's ends; I walked to the door closest to my workshop area. It's a storage closet for designs. And I walked to the other side, and it was a personal bathroom with a clothing rack, so it could also be a changing room. Plus, to match everything, the room has the color scheme of my favorite color, orange, with white, so it doesn't look too poppy.

"It looks amazing!" I smiled, "Thank you, Kelly! I'm obsessed!"

"I'm so glad! Your work is already on your desk, and you can decorate as much as possible! It's your office," Kelly smiled, "Even though I will miss you."

"We're literally across the hall," I laughed.

"Oh, yeah," Kelly said as I laughed, she walked out, and I put my bag in this little cabinet behind the desk for bags, purses, etc. I quickly grabbed out my new driver's license and glasses. Before taking my driver's test, I went to the eye doctor and got my glasses. The shop made them very fast. I need them for writing, reading, drawing, practically anything for nearsightedness. I luckily do not always need to wear glasses. If so, I would never hear the end of it from John. I started to work on my new project, I haven't told anyone yet, but I'm doing my first line! Kelly stole my sketchbook one day to see my designs; she told me to expect a line soon when she gave it back. The next thing I knew, I was COO, and on my first day as COO, I was told I was getting my line. I haven't told anyone, not even Star, I want to surprise everyone, but I have no clue when to surprise them. As I was working, I took breaks for my hand and looked around my room. I noticed the things in my workshop have my initials or full name engraved on the tools. If they're small, it's just SRW, but they have Scarlett Rosemaire Walker if they're big. I was also unpacking my box of decorations on my old desk. I went back to work. I heard the door again and assumed it was Kelly.

"Come in," I yelled as I saw Roger walk in with something behind his back, "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see the new office and brought you a gift," Roger walked up to my desk. He brought out a thing of violets, "Thought flowers would be a nice touch."

"They are, thank you," I smiled, grabbing them and reaching out to quickly kiss him.

"Very spacious," Roger looked around.

"Yeah, it's really..." I was trying to find the words.

"You?" Roger looked at me as I nodded.

"And this was all Kelly," I shrugged.

"It looks perfect," Roger walked to me and hugged me from behind, "Am I allowed to be back here."

"Yes," I giggled.

"How's the hand?" Roger asked.

"Eh, a little swore, I take breaks before I overdo the hand," I shrugged, looking up to see his beautiful eyes, "Lesson learned. Don't punch a wooden board after getting into a fight with my Nana."

"Why not, not getting into fights with your nana?" Roger looked at me.

"Because it's fun to piss her off," I said as Star, George, John, Paul, and Ringo walked in.

"This looks fancy," John started to look around.

"Meaning expensive, don't touch," I looked at him as he started to play with my new tools.

"Right," John put down a tool, automatically walking off, then rummaged through my box.

"Can I help you?" I looked at John.

"Awww, you have our first picture together on your desk," John pulled out the picture of John holding Star and me.

"Stop touching her things," Star looked at John as George and Paul looked at the view, and Ringo was scoping.

"Why are you guys here?" I looked at the five.

"Because we have a surprise for you, well it's drummer boy's ideas, but we helped out," Star sat on my desk.

"What surprise?" I looked at Roger and then my siblings.

"Sit," Roger moved as I sat on my desk chair. Then I got a small box. I opened the box and saw a set of keys with the roadrunner cartoon keychain.

"What did you six do?" I looked at them.

"Come on, and grab your license," Ringo started to walk out, I grabbed my wallet, and we walked outside. We got to the parking lot to see a 1967 Orange Plymouth Roadrunner. My mouth dropped. Since I was 12 in my 2019 life, this has been my dream car and always has been in this life.

"You guys didn't!" I gasped.

"We did," everyone mimicked my reaction. I turned around and forced everyone into a group hug.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" I smiled as I still forced everyone into a hug if they were in a hugging mood or not.

"I am guessing you like the car?" Roger laughed as we pulled out of the hug

"Are you kidding? I love it!" I smiled and jumped, "And I'm not letting Elaina touch it."

"Good idea," Star rolled her eyes, then grabbed my arm. She dragged me to the car, "I got the same guy who switched the driver side on my mustang to do your car. He is also the guy who installed the new radio, so I got you a radio upgrade and a thing of cassettes."

In the middle compartment, Star showed me the cassette of my favorite bands, including The Beatles.

"It's perfect! Thank you!" I smiled.

Later...

Roger had to go back to Death Row, and Ringo had to do something with Maureen. They're trying to move past her affair with George. Paul left to be with Linda; she's a little anxious as she is in her eighth month of pregnancy, and John went to be with Yoko. George and Star are just hanging around my office while talking.

"What are you doing?" Star asked.

"Paperwork for tomorrow," I looked up at her, then back at my paperwork to realize I didn't have a photographer written down for tomorrow, "Oh, my beautiful twin sister."

"What do you want?" Star looked away from the window.

"Can you be the photographer for tomorrow's photoshoot?" I innocently smiled, "Pretty please?"

"Sure, I'm sure my boss wouldn't mind," Star shrugged, "Speaking of... I should go back to work."

"You think?" George and I looked at her.

July 10th, 1969

I drove Star and her equipment to my work. The plus side to Kelly's Closet HQ is that there were renovations a few years ago to do everything there. The addition is a bit half level, which is the runway floor with a launch party room. It's built on a hill. The main floor is the offices, conferences rooms, cafeteria, and essential rooms to run a business. The next floor is for promos, such as photo shoots, interviews, and commercials. There are two manufacturer floors. One's jewelry from when Anne was here, the other is for clothes making, and the basement is for packaging. Since it's built on a hill, a piece of the cellar sticks out, where the loading docs are. Star and I walked in, and the staff had already started to grab Star's equipment, we walked into the room, and the models were already ready, getting their makeup done.

"Star!" Theo walked over.

"Why are you here?" Star looked at him.

"I'm here to support my girlfriend," Theo smiled.

"Shit, Maddie is dating you," I looked at Theo.

"Yeah, I know I'm so out of her league," Theo smirked.

"Scarlett!" Maddie ran over, "We got bad news."

"What?" I looked at her.

"We're down a model. Dotty left," Maddie said.

"What do you mean, Dotty left?" I breathed out.

"Her new job wanted her now, so she had to move pronto. She wasn't even allowed to wait until after the show," Maddie explained.

"Shit," I muttered, "Give me a few minutes. I may know someone that could help."

Dotty was the head model, none of the girls wanted to be the head model, so Kelly had to hire someone willing to be the head model. The other girls feared that the position would make them think they were better than the other girls and didn't want to ruin their bond.

A few minutes...

I walked into Brian and Tim's flat and breathed out, Please don't get an ego boost. I was about to storm into Tim's room, knowing she was here since she didn't come home last night.

"El," I sighed, knocking on the door. I heard a bang, rumbling, then finally footsteps at the door. Elaina walked out in one of Tim's shirts and her underwear.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" Elaina looked at me.

"I need you for something," I sighed.

"For what?" Elaina asked.

"How do you feel about modeling?" I rubbed my face.

"No, no, I'm not letting my girlfriend be jerking bait for some creep!" Tim quickly interfered, we looked over, and I saw Tim's tiny Tim. I closed my eyes and gagged.

"Jesus, hide that!" I gagged.

"Shit, sorry, Scar," Tim said. After a few minutes, Tim finally spoke, "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

"Listen, my head model just quit, so not am I only short a model. I need a head model. The other girls refused the position, afraid of ruining their team bond." I looked at Elaina, "And I thought, why not my big ego hot best friend who never really met them and probably didn't want to."

"I'm not that much of a bitch," Elaina scoffed, "But the offer is tempting."

"See," I looked at her as Freddie and Roger walked into the flat.

"Hey, Little Wolf," Roger walked over and kissed me, "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to give Elaina a much better job than Biba," I told him, then looked right at Tim, "But someone doesn't want his girlfriend to be quote on quote 'jerking bait' to other men."

"Well, I don't. Models are known to be jerking bait. I don't want my girlfriend to be on some teenager's wall for him to jerk off too," Tim threw his hands up.

"Who's jerking off?" Freddie interfered in the conversation.

"No one," Roger rolled his eyes.

"I heard jerking off," Freddie shrugged as Brian walked out of his room.

"Tim doesn't want me to be a model because other men could jerk off to my picture," Elaina explained.

"What did I walk into?" Brian looked at us.

"Tim being an Arse," Elaina blinked.

"El wants to be a model, and unlike Scarlett, I don't think El would like it if she becomes other guys jerking bait," Tim said.

"Unlike Scarlett?" I crossed my arms, lifting an eyebrow.

"Come on, everyone knows the Beatles twins were the 60s jerking bait, still are in some horny teen's bedroom," Tim said as Elaina slapped him.

"I don't think Rog would like to hear that," Elaina said.

"He was one of them!" Tim pointed out.

"Not the point!" I groaned.

"No, this is getting interesting," Freddie said.

"I'm in. Modeling is my passion. Let's go!" Elaina looked at me, wanting to get out of this conversation, like me.

"One, you need pants. Two; In the nicest way possible, you need a shower your greasy and sweaty," I looked at her.

"Yeah, because love birds have been doing rounds since last night." Brian scoffed.

"I'm scared when you two start fucking." Freddie looked at Roger and me as Roger comfortably rested his head on my shoulder with his arms wrapped around me.

"Mmmm, we will be extra loud just for you, darling," I mimicked Freddie's voice. I got good at that after hanging around him for four years. The others started to laugh as Freddie rolled his eyes.

"I'll make sure your extra loud," Roger huskily whispered in my ear as I breathed out, then Roger softly kissed my ear, "But that's all when you're ready if you're ready with me."

"If you still decide to stick around with this crazy, because as far as I'm concerned, you and I are kinda a forever thing," I looked up at him with a smirk.

"You're not crazy, but I like to hear that we're still on the same bases," Roger kissed my temple, "Because we're a forever kind of thing."

"I'm still going to do it. It's a no-brainer job!" Elaina looked at Tim as Roger, and I zoned back into the world around us, "Please? For me? I support you being a musician, and I'm sure you're some fan's jerk bait."

"You really went there," Tim sighed, "I'll always support you, just welcoming to the fact."

"Good, because I should get back before Kelly realizes I'm not at work," I looked at my watch, then looked at Elaina, "I'll drive you to the flat to freshen up."

"Thanks! Let me put pants on," Elaina walked into Tim's room and quickly got changed.

"I'll see you later?" I looked up at Roger with a smirk.

"Of course," Roger kissed me, "I love you, have a great rest of your day."

"I love you too," I giggled, we shared one more kiss before Elaina, and I left. Elaina took a shower but didn't wet her hair and changed into something easy to get out of. We returned to Kelly's Closet HQ, and Kelly ran to me.

"We have an emergency because our head model just quit, and you went out to hang out with Elaina?" Kelly looked at me.

"No, I fixed our emergency," I pushed Elaina in front of me, "Meet your new head model."

"Hi," Elaina waved as Kelly grabbed me and dragged me a few feet away.

"Her? Really?" Kelly looked at me.

"Listen, El always wanted to become a model. She knows the shit. The sisterhood models refuse to be the head model because they fear egos will break their bond." I pointed to the girl models, "Elaina doesn't know any of them and probably doesn't want to. This causes no drama with models and a model asap."

Kelly paused, clicked her tongue, and looked at Elaina, looking around and taking it all in. Kelly looked at the team of models and then back at Elaina.

"Good news, guys!" Kelly shouted, then grabbed Elaina and walked over, "Due to the quick quitting of Dotty, Scarlett's best mate, Elaina quickly jumped into her position. So please give a welcome to Elaina Wilson."

"She had to add El's your best mate," Star walked up to me.

"If they don't like her, blame me," I shrugged, "Good idea on her end."

We finally got the photoshoot rolling. Elaina put on an outfit and got hair and makeup. Star started taking pictures of the models while I ensured the outfits looked precisely how I pictured them. Kelly was helping Star with the models' poses. It was all coming together. Once I finished the costumes, I walked over with water bottles for Kelly and Star.

"This is all coming together," I smiled.

"Proud?" Kelly looked at me as I nodded.

"Yeah, I never thought my first thing as COO was my own line!" I smiled.

"You own line?" Star and Elaina shouted, as an 'oh shit' face quickly went on mine. I turned around to see the two arms crossed and glaring at me.

"Got something to tell me?" Star looked at me.

"I love you?" I looked at her.

"Scarlett! How come you didn't tell me!" Star looked at me.

"I was trying to find the right time to tell you lots," I coughed. Star looked, then quickly hugged me, "What are you doing?"

"Shut up. I'm trying to hug you," Star said, "I'm so proud of you!"

"If you're hugging me, why hug me tightly?" I looked at her.

"Just shut up and hug me back before you ruin the moment," Star rolled her eyes as I hugged her back.

Later...

After the photoshoot, Elaina quit Biba and signed a contract with Kelly's Closet. The cafeteria had extra donuts. I volunteered to take them home since we're driving to Abbey Road. Once we got there, I dropped off the donuts on a table and then quickly ran to the bathroom so I could change out of my outfit. I walk back into the live room to see the lads, Yoko, and Star eating donuts.

"Whatcha doing?" I looked at the six.

"Nothing," the four boys said as Star and Yoko stayed quiet.

"We totally were not just eating your donuts," Ringo brushed his hands together to get the powder off his hands but not his face.

"You got powder on your face," I sighed as Ringo wiped powder off his face.

"So, how was the photo shoot?" George asked, already taking another donut.

"Good, my head model quit, so El is the new head model of Kelly's Closet," I walked over and took a donut.

"El? Don't you have a full team?" John looked at me.

"The girls have this pack where none of them take the head model position, afraid to break their bond. So they let Kelly hire a head model instead of picking one of them," I explained.

"That makes no sense," Paul looked at me.

"I don't ask," I rolled my eyes.

"Don't you also have something to tell them?" Star coughed, giving me a look. I gave her a look while everyone else gave me a confused look.

"What do you need to tell us?" Ringo looked.

"Something good?" Paul asked.

"Something bad?" John asked.

"Inbetween?" George added probably didn't want to feel left out.

"Um... you see... the line isn't Kelly's line," I tried to tell my family I had a line coming out.

"Whose line is it?" John asked.

"Mine. It's my first line," I coughed. Their faces were in shock, but a good kind of shock.

"You have your own line?" Paul looked at me as I nodded.

"Yeah, surprise?" I threw up jazz hands, and the lads dropped their donuts, ran up, and hugged me. That's a first. Star did, of course, join the hug, I felt a little squished, but I felt the love.

"We're so proud of you!" the five hugged me.

"Thanks, guys," I smiled.

July 11th, 1969

"Thanks for helping me get this record player," I smiled at Roger.

"No problem. Do you need any help setting it up?" Roger looked at me.

"No, I should be fine. But thank you," I hugged Roger, nuzzling my head in his hair a bit, then whispered, "But you can hang around if you want."

"I would love that," Roger smiled before kissing me. We broke the hug. I grabbed my glasses and started to assemble the table for it. On the top is just a record player. I'm not a radio person. The talking and commercials just keep on going, in my opinion. Still, I have a portable one just in case someone has a radio interview or emergency. It came with two speakers. Roger and I were talking as I was setting up. Roger started to look at my collection of records, and he made commentary on my selection.

"The fact that you voluntarily listen to the Beatles is hysterical," Roger laughed.

"Their music is good, and I'm not saying that because they're my brothers," I looked at Roger.

"Right," Roger gave me a look as I rolled my eyes and finished putting the record player together.

"Can I have a record?" I asked. Roger quickly pulled out a present, "You with presents."

"We both kinda spoil the shit out of each other," Roger got off my desk and handed me the gift.

"We do, don't we?" I took the gift and opened it to see Frankie Valli's single Can't Take My Eyes Off You. It's my and Roger's song. When we first started to go out in December, we went to this club. They had a playlist of a high school prom, and one of the songs was Can't Take My Eyes Off You, which became the first song we ever danced to. Then not too long after we got back together, it was playing on the radio. Roger and I were just at my flat and started dancing to it. It wasn't long before we made it our song.

"You got me our song," I smiled, "I love it."

"I'm glad. Why don't you test out the new record with the new record player," Roger smiled. I carefully opened the new record and started to play the single. I turned to see Roger have his hand out to dance, I took it, and we began to dance around my office. The record was outstanding, and the player sounded amazing once we finished dancing. I put the vinyl back in its sleeve and started to put my albums in order. My system is that my favorite band is closest to the player, albums in chronological order of release, then my second favorite, third favorite, etc. I chose the Beatles to be next to my record player since they were my favorite band in my 2019 life and still are to this day, but it's just The Beach Boys beat them to it for my favorite band in this life. But once Queen starts to form, and the albums get produced, they'll be next to my record player, Beatles, Beach Boys, etc.

"Scarlett! I have amazing news!" Kelly burst in, "Oh hey, Rog."

"Hey Kelly," Roger waved.

"Anyways, I have news, and don't be mad," Kelly looked at me.

"Why would I be mad?" I looked at her.

"BecausemysterymanisSimon," Kelly quickly stated.

"What?" I looked at her.

"I may or may not be dating your cousin," Kelly coughed.

"What?" Roger and I both said but in different pretexts.

"You're dating my cousin?!" I looked at her.

"Surprise?" Kelly smiled as I breathed out. She left immediately, either in fear or assuming we were on an official date. I turned around and walked right into Roger's arms. I like it here. I always felt safe in Roger's arms, and it's good because I can't remember the last time I felt this safe in someone's arms.

"Hi," Roger laughed a bit before kissing me.

"Hi," I smiled, "I have news to tell you."

"What is it?" Roger broke the hug, grabbed my hand, and sat on my new couch. This is really comfy.

"I have my own line coming out," I smiled with excitement.

"Really?!" Roger's face brightened with excitement as I nodded.

"That's what I've been working on since I got back," I smiled as Roger quickly hugged me, and I giggled. We both fell over, and he was on top of me, embracing me with kisses as I laughed.

"I'm so proud of you," Roger rose up, touching my nose with his, "I already know it looks amazing, and I'll be buying all the men's outfits."

"Don't, stores overprice things," I giggled, wrapping my hands around his neck.

"Yeah, but my girlfriend made them. They'll be worth every penny," Roger smiled. I moved my hand to cup his cheek and moved my head up to kiss him.

"I love you, Roger Meddows Taylor," I stroke my thumbs against his cheek.

"I love you, Scarlett Rosemarie Walker, and I'm very proud!" Roger gently grabbed my hand while putting all his weight on his other hand.

July 20th, 1969

Roger and I are cuddled up in my bed. Star and George use my couch bed since George's parents use Star and George's bedroom. They came for a visit, and today we have a private screening of Let It Be. Not going to lie. I'm a bit nervous to see it. The movie's beginning has me recovering from amnesia, and the end is when Roger and I broke up. Not to mention Star and George's one-night stand happened during the filming, and they seemed very awkward afterward. A beautiful nightmare woke me up today. I'm panting and drenched in sweat; I haven't had a nightmare; they haven't been as frequent. I used to get them almost every night. It was rare to have a night where I didn't have them. Now I get them maybe twice a week.

I changed into a dusty yellow blouse with yellow plaid shorts and finished the look with sandal Wedges. I put my hair up and realized I had time to make everyone breakfast. I made pancakes, the same recipe our dad used. Star and I got the cookbooks since we're the only ones who bake and cook.

"I remember that smell," Star walked in, looking like she just followed the smell, "Dad's pancakes, my favorite thing to wake up to."

"I figured you'll be in the mood for pancakes," I laughed.

"When am I not?" Star laughed.

"When you're in the mood for fettuccine alfredo," I laughed.

"They're both good. I can't help it, but I can put strawberries on pancakes," Star started to make a teapot.

"Can you cut bananas?" I looked at her as she nodded, "I figured the others are probably coming over."

"No, duh," Star started to cut some bananas, "Do you think Geo and Rog will be confused when they wake up, and we're not there?"

"Probably. But George knows we're borderline insomniacs," I flipped over the pancakes.

"Does Rog know?" Star looked at me.

"Don't know. I figured it's just something he'll figure out. When I can't sleep, I bake," I shrugged.

"Speaking of, I want to try this thing, where you put a cookie and brownie together and see what it tastes like," Star said.

"I'll put it on the list," I laughed. It wasn't long before Roger and George woke up. Roger got changed while George stayed in his pajamas like Star. They forgot to grab their clothes. Elaina stayed over at Tim's, and we double-dated. When George's parents woke up, they got ready then George and Star quickly got dressed. Star has a white dress with long sleeves and stops at mid-thigh and white gogo boots.

"Oh, wonder twins!" John barged in as Star and I sighed. John, Paul, Linda, Yoko, and Ringo walked into the kitchen, saying, "You made dad's pancakes!"

"Yeah," I finished cleaning up my pancake mess.

Later ( Star's POV )...

After eating breakfast, we hung out around the flat before it was time to see this private screening. Micheal Lindsay-Hogg was waiting outside for us. Scarlett and Roger sat behind Mr. Harrison, me, George, and Mrs. Harrison. The director is next to Scarlett and Roger in the last row, and Linda, Paul, Ringo, John, and Yoko are all behind us. George had his arm around me. I laid my head on George's collarbone. I moved my head and leaned it back to see Scarlett.

"Ready to relive the amnesia?" I joked.

"Jumping with joy," Scarlett rolled her eyes.

"You wouldn't have gotten amnesia if you weren't such a shit driver," John looked at Scarlett as Scarlett turned to John.

"How's Yoko's back?" Scarlett asked. John glared at Scarlett as we both snickered, and I high-fived Scarlett. I faced forward again while still sneering. The movie started, and George and I cuddled up watching the movie. Thank god it's dark, so the other three don't make fun of us. The beginning of the film had one scene of Scarlett having amnesia, then the very next, John grabbed the phone, and they left in a rush. That had to be when Scarlett got her memories back. The movie got a few giggles from how different it's been, which was the beginning of this year. We got to George and John's fight, where we heard the two now slide down their chairs. Then a few shots were without George, and he got comfortable again. Then he came back, and the two of us acted weird afterward. George and I sunk in our seats as Scarlett snickered at us, knowing why we acted strangely. But it wasn't long before it was the scene of us dragging Scarlett to the studio because Roger 'cheated' on her. She quickly stopped snickering and slid down in her seat while the lads and I laughed at her.

Later...

We all decided to go out for lunch, it was just John, Ringo, Yoko, Linda, Paul, George, Scarlett, me, Roger, and George's parents. We laughed at the movie and talked about it when we filmed it.

"It felt like it was years ago," Paul had his arm around Linda, rested his hand on her baby bump, then looked at Scarlett and me, "For you two, it must-have."

"Yeah," I sighed.

"It did for me," Scarlett shrugged. We got into our separate conversations, and John surprisingly started to talk to Roger.

"So, how are you and George doing?" Mrs. Harrison asked.

"Good, really good," I smiled.

"How are those two living together?" Mrs. Harrison looked at Scarlett.

"Good, they've been surprisingly on their best behavior," Scarlett said as I gave her a look.

"How is it with him moving in general?" Mrs. Harrison asked.

"I mean, I noticed more biscuits are coming into the flat than before, but it's been great," Scarlett joked as I gave her a look.

"I'm so glad he's finally with his lucky Star. I can tell he's been happier since you two have been dating," Mrs. Harrison looked at me as I blushed.

"That's good because she's been much happier since she started to date her Georgie," Scarlett started to tease me.

"She seems much like her old self," Mrs. Harrison looked at me.

"I'm glad to say I am," I smiled, as I hate to admit it. Once the drugs and partying entered my life, I changed. But as soon as I sobered up, all the parts of me that I didn't know disappeared came back, and I felt like myself again, which feels good, "I've been two months clean from the toxins that changed me."

"I'm glad to hear that," Mrs. Harrison smiled. I felt a gentle squeeze on my hand. As soon as I turned over, George kissed me. Of course, John and Paul made noises, but Linda, Yoko, and Scarlett automatically stopped them.

"You know, in some way, we match," George looked at my outfit.

"A bit. We both have white on," I giggled. Mrs. Harrison and Scarlett talked for a while before I joined their conversation. Then Mrs. Harrison and Scarlett joined up to tease me until I blushed.

"You know, I'm shocked he hasn't asked for your hand," Mrs. Harrison joked.

"I assume if Geo asked that too, John would've killed him," Scarlett laughed.

"She's not wrong," John added.

"We all thought those two would get married first," Mr. Harrison added to the fun.

"I always said they were love at first sight," Scarlett snickered.

"What is their love story? No one told me," Linda genuinely asked. Scarlett took up the offer to tease two of her eight siblings. She, of course, started to tell Linda the story. George and I blushed so hard that we slid down the seat until we physically couldn't anymore.

July 23rd, 1969

Theo, Cecilia, and I just finished an interview to find someone in our quad's last desk slot. In Bluebird, the writers are organized in quads. It's four desks connected together, and it builds our team. There are seven quads. Not every square has four people or even one at the moment.

"She won't fit," Theo rubbed his face, exhausted.

"She's too hyper," Cecilia looked at Theo and me.

"I swear if I hear 'like' or 'oh my gosh' one more time in that annoying ass tone, I'm going to kill someone," I rubbed my temple.

"Oh my gosh, Star!" Theo mimicked the girl we just interviewed as I laughed.

"I will be the perfect fit," Cecilia added as we got to our seats.

"If I had to sit across that every day, I would lose it," I rubbed my temples.

"Tell me about it," Theo rolled his eyes.

"That or I would just duct tape her mouth shut," Cecilia said.

"I'll help you," I chuckled as Marcus and Terry walked up.

"And?" The two looked at us.

"Are you trying to hire the most annoying journalist possible?" I looked at them, "Like she doesn't know fucking English with the usage of 'Like' and 'Oh my gosh,' not to mention the loud ass gum chewing."

"She's a no," Cecilia looked at them.

"Star just gave you my answer," Theo pointed to me, "The girl is fucking annoying."

"Alright, we'll let her know," The two sighed, walking off, looking happy we didn't like her. She stormed out of the conference room as I looked at the clock.

"I need help with something," Theo looked at Cecilia and me, "What would be a good romantic date?"

"Well, it differs," I looked at him.

"Yeah, every girl is different," Cecilia added.

"Yeah. Like some girls prefer elegant restaurants. Others like just a movie night on the couch," I said, "But since Maddie is a model, I say she likes the elegant stuff. Take her to Paramount."

"The shit is expensive there," Theo looked at me as I grabbed my wallet, took out the coupon I got for the Paramount from fan mail, threw my signature on the back, and gave it to Theo.

"Here, say we work together, and I gave you this. My signature on the back probably would give a few pounds off," I looked at Theo.

"Thanks," Theo took the coupon. We got up and started to head to lunch. Aaron has the night shift this week for the radio. He and Matt switch sometimes, and on the weekends, they're totally different people, so it's easy for Aaron and Matt to fix their sleeping schedules.

"I'm going to the Coffee Lounge to see Ronny. You two in?" Theo looked at us.

"No thanks, I'm going to Abbey Road to have lunch with George and my siblings," I smiled.

"Sorry, I can't. Already made plans at the Premier," Cecilia frowned.

"It's alright, catch you two later," Theo waved as I looked at Cecilia.

"Can you drive me? My car has been getting repaired since Elaina crashed it. I'll walk from the Premier," I said.

"Of course," Cecilia smiled. The two of us went into her car and drove to the Premier. We got to the Premier, and I told her not to worry about the ride home. I walked to Abbey Road and noticed Scarlett's car parked outside.

"Hola," I walked in.

"Heyla," Scarlett has casual clothes on.

"No work?" I asked.

"Kelly told me I need a day off because I'm a workaholic," Scarlett said as I sat next to her, "They're almost done. We're waiting for you."

"Awww, thank you, I feel special," I jokingly said. The lads walked into the room, probably talking about their work. George walked up, hugged, and kissed me. I embraced him as Linda and Maureen came.

"No, Rog?" I asked Scarlett as we walked out.

"No, he has some band stuff. I know I'm second with them," Scarlett joked a bit.

"Y'know, if I knew we were going to be here, I might've as well just waited here for you guys." I walked with the group to the Premier.

"You were here first?" Scarlett raised an eyebrow.

"Cece drove me here as I walked to the studio," I answered.

"Guys!" Chef walked up to us, "Table for nine?"

"Yep," We smiled, "Hi-ya chef!"

"Come on this way. I'm noticing the eyes, so I'm giving you guys a more private spot." Chef walked us to this more closed-off room. We all got seated. I sat between George and Scarlett. Chef got us a waiter, and we ordered our drinks.

"How's work so far?" George put an arm around me.

"Tired. This lady I had to interview was a bloody walking headache," I sighed, "She talked annoyingly and didn't even know proper English."

"So I guess she's not a fit?" George asked.

"Far from it," I rubbed my temples. Not too long after, we got our drinks and then food.

"Scarlett, got any plans for the weekend?" Paul asked.

"Glad you asked. I need help on something," Scarlett said, "Saturday is Roger's 20th birthday, and I want to do something big for him. But-"

"You suck at parties since they've never been your scene?" I cut her off.

"Yep," Scarlett coughed, "He should have an amazing 20th birthday, but that's not under my department."

"Why don't you get Freddie? Isn't he good at that shit?" John looked at her.

"Yeah, but Freddie didn't plan my 20th birthday. You lots did," Scarlett said.

"Yeah, but they're all boring now," I looked at her.

"Hey," the lads looked at me.

"So am I. I stopped partying when I stopped the drugs, booze, and sex because the five years of it bit me in the ass." I shrugged.

"Five years of it?!" John and Paul glared at me. Oh fuck.

"We thought you only did all that when we weren't talking," John glared at me.

"I did," I blankly said.

"Well, apparently not if you did it for five years," John looked forward to me as I clicked my tongue.

"No regrets?" I forced a smile.

"Explain now," John said.

"Or never because it's none of your business," I looked at him.

"If it was five years ago, you would be under my guardianship. Therefore it is my business, so Star Judith Walker, stop being a pain in my ass and just fucking explain," John glared. I could sense the anger burst coming out if I stall any longer.

"Just tell him, he will lash out in a restaurant," Scarlett said, "He'll find out eventually and if he gives you shit, give it back."

"Fine," I sighed and looked at John and Paul, "If you must know. I lied. Big shock."

It was a bit quiet. I focused on my food while John and Paul muttered something, got up, and left.

"I'll-" Scarlett started to move.

"I got it, my mess anyway," I sighed, getting up and following John and Paul. I got close to them and pulled onto their sleeves, not wanting to make a scene. The two turned around and glared at me.

"Listen, to not make a scene look happy and don't shout," I smiled as I noticed people spotting us.

"Or we can do this," John yanked me and dragged me into an alleyway with Paul following. He let go of me and glared, "What the fuck?!"

"I'm sorry," I looked down.

"You're sorry? Five years? And clearly, it's yet another secret you kept from us since George, Ringo, and Scarlett aren't out here either." John yelled, "What do those three have that you can tell them fucking everything but leave Paul and me out?"

"It has nothing to do with you," I looked at him.

"Oh really? Then how come we're the last to know?" Paul asked.

"Because I didn't want people to know. Scarlett knows because we shared a room. George knew because I started when we were hiding a relationship. Ringo found out because George wouldn't mind his fucking business when he was with Pattie and constantly dragged Ringo to places where he knew I was." I said, "If I had it my way, no one would've fucking known. I didn't want people to know because I would've gotten the disappointing speech."

"I'm sorry, okay? And I'm not going to say I regret it because I don't. I had loads of experience and lots of fun. So if you want to hear me say I regret it, you're not," I looked at them.

"How bad were you?" Paul asked.

"Don't ask questions you don't really want to know the answer to," I sighed.

"I want to know since everyone else knows." John looked at me.

"I don't know. I tried a lot of shit, but I stayed away from the needle," I looked down, "I got hooked on most. Still, I was the one taking your and George's LSD stickers, plus I took some Coke when you guys were experimenting on that too..."

I bit my lip and glued my eyesight to the ground. I feared the disappointing looks Scarlett refused to give. I heard footsteps and looked further to the bottom to see Paul walking away.

"I'm not saying I'm disappointed, but I thought after what Nancy put you through, you wouldn't be a junkie," John scoffed.

"But here we are," I still looked down, feeling tears fall from my face.

George's POV

"So, umm, is she going to get in trouble?" Linda coughed.

"Most likely," Scarlett said, "They're arses when it comes to Star and I doing something we really shouldn't."

Paul walked in with no John or Star. I started to feel a bit anxious.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"Oh, you mean the one that lied to us for years?" Paul grumbled.

"You want to go there?" Scarlett raised an eyebrow, "She had a problem. Thanks to everyone at this table, including Payton and Venessa, she's clean. So give her a break because she didn't tell you, and as someone that did know, you didn't want to go down that path with her."

I looked down, not wanting to interfere, but some guilt started to fill me in. I know I'm partially why Star got so bad, and she hasn't talked to me about her sobriety or addiction. Just says she's sober, and that's all she wants to say.

"Are you going to talk or just sit there?" Paul said, "You apparently bloody known for years but didn't think of telling us."

"Not my business," I shrugged, "She didn't want anyone to know, so I didn't. I didn't tell Pattie; she found out by herself. I didn't tell Ringo; he found out by himself. Maybe if you guys paid more attention, you would've found out. It wasn't that hard. She was constantly under the influence. You just needed to look at her to realize something was wrong."

"Oh, so it's our fault?" Paul said.

"I'm not fighting with you on this, don't point fingers because she didn't tell you. She didn't tell any of us. We just realized something was off about her, and instead of giving her shit, maybe be glad she's okay," I crossed my arms, getting frustrated. John walked in and glared at me.

"Be glad? She could've died, and we wouldn't have known why, but you did," John crossed his arms.

"But she didn't," Scarlett said.

"Oh, miss little twin, please tell me why the fuck you didn't tell me after what Nancy di-" John started to say.

"Before you finish that, let me make this clear. Star and Nancy are two different people. With two different relationships with drugs," Scarlett started, "Nancy was a spoiled little bitch that used drugs and alcohol for her needs. Her selfishness, not caring who she scars or hurts. Star used drugs and partying to escape the PTSD, depression, and anxiety Nancy gave her. She didn't tell people because she didn't want to hurt those she loved. Star was sick and got help. She's clean, and you two acting like this will not make her feel better."

They started to argue as I stood up and walked out. I honestly could care less what they're talking about. The only thing that matters is knowing Star is okay, and all I want to do is wrap my arms around her until I know she's genuinely fine. I walked out of the Premier and started to look for her.

"George?" I heard as I turned around to the alleyway to see Star. I didn't say anything, and neither did she. I just walked up to her and embraced her. She hugged me back. Her grip was tight as I heard her silently whimper.

"It's going to be okay." I kissed her on top of her head while rubbing her back as she melted into my embrace.

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