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That Silly Wig!

I’ve never written a short so fast in my entire life of my God! Not a super long one because I have other stuff to do sadly!

I was deeply inspired by the recent drawing of @eileen-crys with her comic and I literally threw everything aside to write this! I gotta stop doing this kind of crap so much so I can focus on my remaining school work! But anyway. Hope you enjoy!

That lovely artwork of hers!

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Rounding up what Freddie calls the Deaklings was a lot more difficult than you could ever imagine. Have to make sure that Laura has her favorite stuffed animal, making sure Michael wasn’t annoying Robert too badly, then packing the diaper bag for Josh and his favorite toys. And all without a nanny! Super Mom right here! Though Chrissy has made it very appealing to finally get one but Robert and Michael are basically grown children so it’s a little easier now in a sense.

But today is meant to a very good day for the six of us which includes Deaky. We’re finally spending some family time by taking them out for a picnic in Bushy Park! We’ve been wanting to take the kids there for a while, yet our timing has been non existent. He has to do some filming for a new music video then on lunch he plans on taking a longer one for us to go.

“Alright kids! We’re moving in t-minus five minutes!” Yelling up the stairs for the thunder of children to start running down the stairs. Robert and Michael were the first ones down as Laura was slowly making her way down with her stuffed Fox Brian gave her when she was born.

Grabbing Josh's diaper bag from the floor to throw on my shoulder to then pick him up from his play crib. He wrapped himself around me as I picked him up. Kissing the top of his forehead as I walked out of the house, locking the door to see the kids are already in the car ready to go. Man did we raise some very well behaved kids! Until Robert and Michael start fighting over their toys.

We arrived to the set where they were filming their new music video as the kids beginning to bounce around in the backseat. I pulled into the parking spot to see Brian coming out with his hairs all in plastic curls in his hair and in his regular clothes.

“Uncle Brian!” Laura screamed as they all rushed out of the car to hug their Uncle. I got out to unbuckle Josh for him to cling himself on me again. Ever since Josh was born he’s always just kept himself attached to me and for a reason he hasn’t really had much interest in John which is very concerning. Maybe it’s just a very long phase.

“Well hello there Daisy! What brings you to our neck of the woods?” Brian picked up Laura who gave him a huge hug.

“We’re going on a picnic to Bushy Park!” Richard yelled as we began walking into the set for the hustling and bustling of the crew.

“Say. Where’s Chrissy anyhow?” Asking Brian as he put down Laura.

“She’s got work and the kids are off with my parents for the week so Chrissy and I could have some us time.” Nodding as we turned the corner for Roger to come strutting out in a school girl outfit! Trying to not laugh but Robert was already losing it.

“Uncle Roger is dressed like a girl!” He began strutting himself towards us to make Laura and even Josh giggle a little bit.

“Can’t believe you managed to round up all Dealings in such a fashion!” Roger commented as Robert finally stopped laughing at Roger’s getup. I’m guessing that this was either his idea or Freddie’s idea. But I’m definitely leaning towards Roger at this point because he’s really enjoying himself.

“Let me guess Roger. This was all you?” Asking as he took off his sunglasses to wink at me. Oh goodness it was! Well he looks fantastic! Brian took off his robe to appear in a pink nightgown and to slip on his pinky bunny slippers. Oh dear God! Wait. ARE THOSE JOHNS PINK BUNNY SLIPPERS!? I got John those slippers back in college because he always complained about his feet getting cold whenever he would come over for homework! He still kept them?

“Love the slippers.” Even one of the buttons is missing when Robert pulled them out when he was a baby. I know it seems stupid to be happy about a old pair of bunny slippers but ya know. We’ve been together for so long and with all our children, it's easy to forget the times when we would do silly stuff like that all the time.

“Mommy where’s Dad?” Laura asked as we could hear John and Freddie laughing down the hallway as Paul came out of the dressing room. He looked at us to roll his eyes and continue on his way to wherever he was going. Paul says that bringing our kids to the studio or the set isn’t a good idea, so John always makes sure we stop by to say hello.

“Dad is probably getting ready so we shouldn’t disturb him okay.” I told her as she held onto her toy fox a little tighter. She is definitely daddy’s little girl and at this age feels kind of empty without him. Trust me it’s difficult when he’s at the studio for ungodly hours and she wants John to read her a bedtime story. She doesn’t throw temper tantrums or anything, just gets all quiet and holds onto her fox a little tighter. Such as she’s doing now. Brian bought that for her on her first birthday and she loved it ever since. Trust me she will never let go of it even if her life depended on it. But it is pretty cute so who could blame her.

Roger began walking us to where they were getting ready with Michael riding on his shoulders and Robert walking ahead of us. Not sure why but Michael has always found Roger to be his favorite out of the three of them with Robert being close to Freddie since he spoils the living hell out of them for birthdays and holidays.

“How’s the music going Rog?” I asked him as we rounded the corner to hear Freddie laughing.

“It’s going great! Freddie’s got another hit in the works so it should be something pretty good as always.”

“Awesome! And how's Dom?”

“She’s doing fantastic! Plan on taking her to Switzerland for the week to celebrate our anniversary.” Oh my god when John and I went to Switzerland before Michael was born was such a wonderful time!

“That’s awesome! Tell her I said hello obviously.” Smiling to see Freddie coming out of their dressing room in their costume. Oh my god they look terrific! Freddie wearing a beautiful black wig with huge pink earrings and pink lipstick. He wore a pink sleeveless top and a black leather skirt.

“The Deaklings!” He laughed as Robert ran towards him and gave him a big hug. Like I said Robert was his favorite and Freddie loved Robert. Hell I think Freddie would want to be his godfather.

“Uncle Freddie! Did Dad tell you we finally got a cat!? She’s super fat, super furry, and the biggest green eyes!” Robert told him which made me smile.

“Never thought she would let you! What’s its name!?” Robert dug into his coat pocket to pull out his Polaroid of the new cat.

“Her name is Matilda!” He handed Freddie the pic as he smiled for the fuzzy cat on the picture. Yes we finally got a cat for the family because they’re easy to take care of, and hello! It’s a cat!

“She absolutely gorgeous. Oh my goodness she’s humongous! Can’t wait to meet her whenever I come over for tea!” Him and Robert began going off as John came out of the dressing room looking like an old lady with puffy grey wig. I couldn't help myself to start laughing for my husband to be looking like my own mother! What on earth is Roger doing to my husband!

“My dear husband what has Roger done to you?” Walking over to him as he placed his hand on top of Josh's head to kiss him. Josh turned himself to start reaching for John to scoop him up and give him another forehead kiss to leave a lipstick mark on his head.

“He’s brought me to misery.” He groaned as he leaned in to kiss me. Giving each other peck to see Robert giggling again at John with Michael just smiling.

“Dad why are you dressed up like grandma!?” Robert laughed with made Freddie laugh. Robert definitely gets Deakys witty comments and his ability to make everyone laugh.

“I think you look cool Dad!” Michael cheered.

“Thank you Michael!” John smiled at the children as Freddie grabbed their hands to start walking them to the set for the free food.

“I’m assuming you’re having loads of fun.” Keeping my eye on Josh for him to latch himself around John as I was hoping in the end. Phew.

“Darling of course.” He kissed my lips again as Laura was still hiding behind me. She squeezed her stuffed Fox trying to hold back her sniffling. Her eyes began to water as her sniffling continued to grow a little more louder.

“That’s not my dad, that old lady doesn’t look like dad..where’s dad..” Wait what? We looked down to see her starting to cry.

“THAT’S NOT MY DAD! WHERE IS PAPA!” Laura exploded in tears as we both looked down at her in confusion. She hid her face behind her stuffed Fox for not knowing her own father before her.

“Laura that’s papa! He’s just wearing a silly costume.” Trying to make her smile but it was not working whatsoever. She was still sobbing as John kneeled down to me to hand me Josh. He moved her in front of her so he could face her and try to calm her down.

“Laura, my princess it’s me! It’s just a costume and a little makeup.” He whipped her tears away so she could see John in all his makeup. She still wasn’t convinced so he ripped off his wig for his poofy hair to expand!

“See? A silly wig and makeup!” He smiled to toss the wig on the ground for her to stop crying. She moved the fox away from her face as she jumped into his arms.

“You scared me Papa!” He got up with her in his arms as her fox dangled behind his neck.

“I’m sorry Princess! Papa wouldn’t scare you on purpose!” John held her tightly as he was so upset he made Laura cry. Even though he’s busy with his work, he loves our little Deaklings with all his soul and hates it when they’re upset. Especially his princess.

“Mr. Hamish doesn’t want you to cry now does he.” He grabbed her fox to place in front of her so she could hold it again.

“No Mr. Hamish doesn’t want me to cry Papa.” She giggled as he put her down on the ground to hold her hand. He even went so far to scoop Josh from me so he could walk with his kids to the set. Grabbing his wig from the floor to watch as he walked away with our children laughing with them.

How is it even possible to love someone so much? I feel like my love for him could explode as he’s such a wonderful father, a loving husband, and one cheeky devil.

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gotboredwrote · 5 years

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The Ukulelist and The Bassist // JRD

Pairing: John Richard Deacon x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4.5K Style: One-Shot Warnings: Fluff, implications of sexual themes (absolutely nothing explicit), did I mention how fluffy this is because wow Summary: John notices Y/N in the front corner of the general admissions section during a show clutching her ukulele. He notices that she plays along with a certain tune that he knows extremely well and wants to meet her. Permanent Author’s Note: To clarify, I write because I get bored. Nothing is meant to be professional in any way, nor is meant to offend, cause anxiety, cause anger, cause sadness, or promote disagreement among readers in any sort of (semi)permanent way. A/N: Who owns a uke but has such small hands that she can’t even play that so she’s projecting her insecurities into a story? THIS GIRL. Also, ugh I’m jealous of the reader, like wow. Didn’t proofread lol.

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It was July of 1978, and Queen was on tour again. Y/N had purchased her tickets about four months ago, and you spent every waking moment you had preparing for it. You did not have the money at the time to buy an actual seat, and when you finally got the money, the seats had completely sold out and all that was left was general admission. Being much shorter than average, the idea scared you. But the adrenaline that coursed through you by simply thinking about being that close to the band was stronger. All you could hope was that maybe Queen fanatics were kind enough to let you semi-near the front so you could see to some degree. You did not expect to make it all the way to the front row. Or what happened after the show.

Prepared was an understatement. Y/N had been a fan of Queen since the early days, but was young at the time. Only about fifteen in 1971. Now you were twenty-two and making your way to the venue to see your favorite band perform. Live. For the first, and hopefully not last, time. You were not an outgoing girl – short, insecure about the way you looked, your hair, your voice. Even on a good day, you managed to stand in front of your bathroom mirror and find something to critique, and even something as small as maybe your bra strap digging into your shoulder a little tighter than usual making you look chubbier than you actually are could ruin your day. Your family always tried to make you feel better, but usually ended up saying something that made it worse in some way, unintentionally. You were pretty used to it at this point, and even admitting that to yourself bummed you out, too. But, like most people your age and in that time, you had a band that could life your spirits no matter what kind of day you were having. The kind that if they came on the radio, a smile formed on your face without forcing it to. For you, that was Queen. Four dorky geniuses each in their own right, who also happened to be amazing at making music, and not too terrible to look at, either. You had always wanted to go see them live, but you grew up in a very strict household, and your parents would not let you go, and you were too afraid to see what would happen if you snuck out on your own. So, you were patient, as patient as you could be. You knew one day it would happen. It just had to. One day you racked up the courage to see if you could go on the newest leg of the tour, since the venue happened to only be about thirty minutes from your house. To your surprise and joy, your parents were more than willing to let you go if you paid for everything and got a ride. You had already figured the logistics out in advance to make sure it was doable, so you were in the clear. You were going to see Queen live. You were smiling widely with tears streaking your pale cheeks, your parents gaping at you thinking they made you upset somehow. All you could muster was reaching across the table to grab one of each of their hands and squeezing it as a thank you. You were practically hyperventilating. That night, you made it a point to call the venue and got your pre-sale general admission ticket, and started planning all the smaller details that only mattered if you were going. It took a couple weeks, but you had finally settled on what you were going to wear. In terms of clothing, you were planning to wear a simple pair of semi-fitted light blue jeans that had large cuffing at the ankles and holes at the knees, a plain black, form-fitting, spaghetti strapped tank top with a goldenrod lace bralette underneath, and some standard work boots. Nothing overly fancy, but something that looked good on you and breathed, since it was going to be insanely hot in general admission. You decided you would go with your signature hairstyle, which was an extremely basic ponytail. No styling, no deliberate fly-aways, just loosely pulled back on your head so it would bob around as you danced but not stick to your neck. You had short hair, so it almost naturally styled itself once it was pulled up and lightly moved around. You were not a jewelry person, and you did not want to lose anything precious, anyway, and you did not really wear make-up, either. You were going as your truest self, because the band made you feel safe enough to do so. No insecurities, not that night.

Your mind was buzzing as you made your way to the doors of the venue. The four months since you had gotten permission to go and bought your ticket had flown by in what felt like one day. You decided not to bring much of anything, only things that would fit in your pockets, so some cash and gum, essentially. The only thing you decided to bring in your hands was your precious ukulele. Your parents had bought you a little kiddie one when you were about ten years old, thinking it would keep you occupied while they cooked or cleaned. What they did not expect is for you to somehow make music out of a plastic toy. Real music that was pleasing to the ears. Both of your parents slowly made their way to your living room, where you were giggling to yourself strumming away at the piece of plastic. On your eleventh birthday, you were gifted with a real ukulele which you played even more miraculously and beautifully as the plastic one. You treasured it, and no matter how many new ukuleles your parents would buy you whenever they thought you were due for one, you always found yourself going back to that one. Then Queen became famous, and quickly became your favorite band. You found yourself being able to pick up on certain melodies that either Brian or John would play pretty easily. You would play along with one of them on the first listen of the record, then the other when you played it again. As you got a little older, you found yourself playing more of John’s parts because you appreciated the importance of a solid bassline to a song. People never talked about basslines, but you had heard records of bands playing without a bass and it made you feel empty. That there was clearly something missing. Anytime you would listen to a Queen record, even if it was quietly playing in the background of your house, your parents would always catch you bringing out John’s part to make sure people know it is there. You thought that maybe one day you would earn enough money to buy yourself a bass, but you had no idea how you would teach it to yourself, and you could not afford lessons. You decided that since that first ukulele meant so much to you, as does the band, you would do a small DIY in honor of your favorite bassist. John frequently at shows used his yellow Fender Precision Bass, and yellow happened to be your favorite color. You decided to paint your ukulele to look like his bass, and reserved using your first ukulele for two occasions. When you listened to Queen and Queen alone, or you were having a worse day than normal and needed a pick-me-up, which usually involved Queen, as well. That was the only possession your walked through the doors with. Security was hesitant at first to let you through, but exchanged a knowing glance at one another, and let you pass. The thought that went through their mind would have floored you if they said it out loud, because it was the only reason you brought your precious ukulele with you. You were really hoping that you would get to play along with John on the bass your ukulele was modeled after. The guards had seen John early tuning the exact bass you wanted to see. All that was left for you to do was make your way to the front of the general admission section. You saw how many people had already made their way through the venue, you were simply hoping that they all had seats. It was not the largest venue Queen had played, but it was not small by any means. It had about 3,000 seats and enough space on the floor for about another five-hundred. You walked with some confidence, but once you made your way to the floor, there was already about one-hundred people there, and you felt defeated. You wanted to hope that there would be some kind soul who would lift you up on their shoulders, or even let you through, but you doubted it. You slowly sulked your way down to the back of the people, when a small group of guys turned around and noticed your expression and demeanor.

“Yo, are you gonna be able to see, girl?”

“Yeah, your littler than an oompa-loopa!”

You looked up at the boys, who were clearly about ten years older than you, and your face went flush. You wanted to say that you would be alright, that you got there late and it was only fair for the people who got there first to stay in the front. They did not give you a chance. The first guy who spoke noticed something that propelled him to want to get you to the front.

“Woah, I’ve seen that little guitar before! That looks just like Deaky’s bass! Holy crap, did you paint that yourself? You’re one heck of a groupie, but you look way too sweet to be one. You need to be in the front. Hey everyone!” He was now yelling at the people in front of him, who actually gave him their full attention. “This girl has a thing for the bass player but is clearly shy and short! Could we get her to the front corner so maybe he can see her?”

You felt dizzy from embarrassment, but it was like you were watching the Red Sea part, except that it was not down the middle, but off to the left side where the barricade was. People moved over for you, so you could be in the front row. You were so taken aback that you felt tears well up in your eyes, and all you could do was breath out a “thank you” through a hearty laugh. You made your way to your VIP spot, and stood there trying to collect your thoughts as the rest of the stadium filed in. Then the lights went dark.

You were thankful to those guys for a number of reasons. First, the stadium was so loud that if you would have been in the back somewhere, you honestly would not have been surprised if you could not hear the band playing. Second, you knew for a fact that you would not have been able to see anything behind people. Third, you knew that your ukulele could have, and probably would have, been crushed in between your front and someone else’s back. Fourth, and arguably most importantly, you knew that John would have never seen you and your ukulele, which was the whole point of bringing it. It did not take long for him to notice you, either. He always stood on the right side of the stage, which put him directly across from you. He noticed your ukulele first, and then moved to your face. You were not screaming his name, or anyone’s name for that matter or belting out the lyrics. Your eyes were actually closed, and you looked like you were taking in the music that you were hearing like you were going through a religious experience. (because let’s be real here – I probably would have died to see them live and Disco Deaky™ dancing right in front of me? oof.) He almost faltered in his playing because he could not recall a time when a girl was that close to the stage for just the music. Once he got his groove back, he went back down to the ukulele. Obviously, he noticed that it was painted to be just like his bass, which he frankly found so cute and flattering that it made his heart jump. Sure, he got groupies every once in a while, but they only cared about one part of him, not his talent. He really appreciated you for that reason. Then he noticed something else. Something that forced him to swallow hard. Your hands were moving on your ukulele. The same way his hands were moving on his bass. You were playing his parts. You knew his parts and the other parts did not seem to matter as much. Another jump of the heart. This time it continued though. His heart started to beat so quickly that he thought he was going to need CPR by the end of the show. He kept his eye on you for the rest of the show, making eye contact with you frequently. Each time he amped up his motions a little bit more, either dancing a little bit more or shooting you a small smile, because it made him feel really good inside when he saw you smile. He never had personal fans like this, and it was affecting him in all the right ways. The show came to a close, and you could not have been happier with how the night went. There were tears, laughter, and belting out your favorite tunes for almost 2 hours. You got everything you wanted out of the night, but John had not. He handed his bass off to a stagehand, where he made sure to give specific instructions to leave it in his dressing room instead of back on the bus. Instead of going with the rest of the band back to their shared lounge right away, he hopped off the side of the stage in a hurry to make sure he could meet your gaze. He ran in between two security guards, and frantically waved at you until you were paying attention. You saw him earlier than you reacted, but you really did not think that he was looking at you. Eventually you looked around yourself three-hundred and sixty degrees, then locked eyes with him again and pointed at yourself as if to say “me?” He nodded frantically with his crinkly smile and then pointed behind him as if to say “come backstage with me?” Then it was your turn to nod frantically. He was pulled away by one of the manager’s assistants before you could make your way over, but the guards that he stood between happened to be the ones who let you through the gates earlier. One of them made his way over to you to lift you over the rails and bring you over to where they were standing. The guard who did not pick you up gave you instructions to the lounge, since he thought that was where John would be. You bashfully thanked him and slowly made your way through the crowds of people backstage. Crew, security, groupies who had no permission to be back there, and tons of others. You could follow directions pretty well, so when you saw that none of the groupies were where they needed to be, you felt really confident that you would not be perceived as one. You found the door and knocked quietly. Freddie swung the door open and you practically shrieked out of surprise.

“Oh, and who might this darling doll be? You’re not one of the regular gals we see back here.”

“Oh, I-I’m here for… John… he asked me to come backstage and I was tol-told he would be here.��

Brian chirped back with “Ah. So you’re the one he mentioned frantically before rushing off to his dressing room?”

“Clearly, Brian, look at her guitar. It looks just like John’s just… really freaking small.” Roger clearly had no idea what type of string instrument it was, he called them all guitars, anyway.

“Well, he is patiently awaiting your arrival, darling. Walk down the hall that way about four doors and you will see a plaque that says ‘JRD’ on it – that’s where he will be.”

You nodded and smiled bashfully as a way of saying thanks and sorry for interrupting so early on in the night, and the three lads just waved you off politely. Brian jumped up to the door catching you about halfway to your destination, always being the polite man he is. “Hey, what is your name?”

“Y/N!”

By the time you made it in front of John’s door, your heart rate had quadrupled in speed, and you were afraid your ukulele might slip out of your hands because you were sweating so badly. You composed yourself as best you could before knocking gently on his door. Little did you know that John was reacting the same way you were, and the soft sound that came from the other side of his door made him jump slightly. You heard the knob click and knew there was no going back now. You were greeted with the same smile that he gave you before he was ushered backstage, but he was a lot more shy in the way he communicated now.

“Hi.”

“Um, please come in, love.”

You nodded lightly and made your way through the door, which you heard him shut and lock. You were instantly afraid he only wanted you as a groupie, and suddenly your body was filled with dread and embarrassment. Why lock the door if you simply wanted to talk? Is he that private of a guy? Turns out he really is just that private of a guy.

“Can I say something that I hope is obvious before anything else?” You smiled sweetly as a confirmation. “I’m… I’m clearly not the bring-the-pretty-girl-backstage-to-sleep-with-and-forget-about-her-the-next-day type. I am also making the assumption, based on how you were acting during the concert, that you aren’t a groupie. Am I right so far?”

“Yes, Mr. Deacon.”

He almost winced when you called him that, for a number of reasons. “Good. I want you to know that I actually have a real reason for wanting to see you. And don’t call me Mr. Deacon. I imagine we aren’t that far apart in age, so please just call me John. Or Deaky. That’s what the lads call me. Whichever you prefer.”

“I like Deaky, let’s go with that.” You smiled at him with flushed cheeks.

“I wanted to just… talk to you. Learn about you. I saw how you were at the concert, and how could I not notice your ukulele?” He knew what it was – it made your heart swell. “You were playing my-my parts. No one has ever shown me appreciation for what I contribute. I thought people didn’t care.”

His words made you really sad. But in a strange way, comforted. Here is John Deacon, rock star, in one of the world’s biggest bands of all time, and he was admitting to simple you that he had insecurities that in his own way were just like yours. It humanized him. Made you feel like he was a real person even more than he already did just by dancing in front of you like no one was watching.

“Why me?”

He broke your train of thought with a simple question, to which you responded in the most heartfelt way your brain could muster.

“I know what it’s like. To not feel appreciated. Or cared about. Or liked, period. I feel that basically every day, and one day I realized that I had a knack for this little instrument, and I started to emulate you. Even told myself that one day I would buy myself a bass. But I don’t think that’ll happen, because I don’t have a lot of money and I could never afford lessons. I also don’t have the time to teach myself, so I stick with my ukulele that looks like your Fender. I understand you, Deaky, in a weird way. Like… you and I are the same person in some ways.”

He was moved. Moved almost to tears. You were smiling at him so sweetly and he could tell you were speaking the truth. He wanted to thank you, but that felt like too small a gesture. He wanted to place a hand on your leg, but that felt too intimate. Then he got the idea of what he wanted to do.

“Wait here for a second.” You two had been sitting on his floor just chatting when he said this, and he sprung up from his spot and ran to grab something. He grabbed his Fender. THE Fender. He sat back down, with it propped up at his side and his legs splayed out open in front of you. Then he motioned with his free hand in front of him, patting the space between his legs.

“Sit here.”

Obviously, you were dumbfounded but found yourself magnetically attracted to what it was he wanted from you. Before you knew it, you found yourself sitting straight up between his legs, your back to his front. At first, he made no motion to move, then he piped up.

“Um, it might be easier for me to do what I wanted to do if you lean back against me.”

“Oh… o-okay.”

You scooted back so your lower back was leaning against his lower abdomen and your back was almost flush against his chest. You then noticed he had placed his bass across your lap and was holding it in front of you. Your head was spinning for a number of reasons, mainly being from the contact. You could feel his uneven breaths on your ear and neck, light puffs of air that were cool against your hot skin.

“Listening to you tell me about yourself makes me want to give you a small bass lesson myself. Now, I know I am no prodigy, but I can show you the basics, since you already know how to play a string instrument. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with it before I do anything. My hands… will, um, have to be on yours to guide you. Is that o-okay?”

All you could do was nod. Your head was still in a haze because how had you ended up here? You thought you were going to a concert, and now you were getting a private and touchy bass lesson from your favorite musician of all time, and god, when did he become this handsome? Next thing you knew it had been almost forty-five minutes later and you two were interrupted by the intercom saying that the boys wanted John to join them for drinks. You two had been sitting impossibly close, and you were doing a really good job, impressive even, at learning the solo from “Liar.” John was honestly kind of shocked at how good you were and almost made that joke that you would be stealing his job from him. But he was a little bit too distracted by something else to make jokes. The entire time you two were playing together, his hands had not left yours, even though he said he would let you play on your own. Even when you did that, his hands would ghost over yours lightly, as if you were so delicate that he was going to break you. The light puffs of air were now harsh, shaky breaths down your collarbone, as his head came to rest on your shoulder in the crook of your neck, your head resting on his. You thought maybe it was your imagination, but at one point you swore you felt his hips shift a little bit to create some friction between you two, and that his lips at one point ghosted your neck. You both were in heaven, and the fact that they boys ruined it by wanting to drink was just plain wrong. He eventually pried himself away from you, lingering as long as he could, and looking at you with lidded eyes. You were returning the look.

“Wow, um… you’re really good at that.”

“Thank you. I… I had no idea, honestly.” You both spoke your words breathily, neither admitting to other what you were feeling in the pits of your stomachs.

“Listen, Y/N. We have another show, not an hour from here in two nights, and frankly, I would, I would love to see you again. If I provide the ticket and get you here, will you come backstage and watch the show from there?”

“Do I even need to answer that question, Deaky?” You were smiling insanely wildly at him, giggling like you were sixteen years old again. He just returned it, and then his eyes lit up before asking you another question.

“This is going to be a little strange, but can I have your address? I want to send you something, but I want it to be a surprise.”

The next day, you found yourself at home wishing that tomorrow would come quicker so you could see John again for whatever he had planned, when you heard the mail carrier come with your package. He actually knocked, which meant you had to sign for it, meaning it was large. You walked to the door and the last thing you expected to see was in his hands. A bass case. You nonchalantly signed for it, and then ran up to your bedroom to open the case. It was a simple black, with the postage stuff stuck right to it. When you opened it up, the bass inside was covered by a pale-yellow silk covering, and on top was a handwritten note from him, with the VIP backstage pass he promised.

“Hello, love. You moved me so much with your story and what happened yesterday that it only felt right to give you this. It isn’t the Fender we used, but it is my other personal Fender that I have used in shows before. Even signed the head for you. Yes, I want you to keep it, and anytime you’re at a show, bring it with you and we can have another lesson. You mean a lot to me, Y/N, and I hope that after the show we will stay in touch, maybe become closer than we were that night. I’ll see you soon, love. xx, John.”

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Mr D (John Deacon) x Tomboy!Reader University AU imagine

I just want to put this out first, I might write it tomorrow if my muse is staying for the night~ And yes, I might start calling John as Mr D. This could also be Joe's John for whoever desires it~

You and John are both from the same college; he’s in Electric, you’re in Mechanical,

Meet one day when your mutuals introduce you since you both are honour students and tryhards,

Quickly becoming a best friend; from studying together, hanging with the same group of friends, shared an interest in music, you’re amazed by his skills in both Guitar and Bass, he even teach you, and you ended up buying steel acoustic guitar for yourself to practice at home. Witty banter is your form of communication with each other,

You are crushing hard on him, never thought it will ever be more—you’re wrong,

You give hints, being more—very—forward, even ask and paid for dates, all but to no avail,

One day, one of your friends says you guys look like a couple for always being together. John straight up and quickly says; “No no no. We didn’t fit each other. I think I only pair with shy girls...”

It breaks your heart, but this isn’t the first time you were rejected from being a tad too tomboyish for a boy, so you let it go, maybe your feelings will go away this time too,

Nope, wrong again,

Now you’re much too aware of his interactions with other college students, especially with cute and shy girls, and the pain keeps on growing; you decide to distance yourself,

Your mutuals keep reminding you about him, how he’s getting close with girls, even from far away, you can’t get him out of your mind, out of your heart,

You tell your friends, doesn’t work. You write it down, doesn’t work. Hey, maybe you can make it a bit artistic by turning it into a poem? Still doesn’t work,

It’s near the final exam, and you’re stressed the hell out, now, from missing him, too much. What sadden you the most; he might not, at all, missing you, he never looked or ask why you suddenly leave him,

Getting carried away, on your terrace at night, you sing and play your guitar; how you have suffered—yet the feelings remained, and you wish your beautiful dream is enough to satisfy your heart for the rest of your life without him,

He saw you; you saw him, on the street, quite close; he wears a blue shirt and dark blue jeans, still got his bag, and a carton bag on his right hand from a cake store somewhere. A handsome typically-disciplined-college-student sight,

He must’ve been listening and seeing you in your dramatic blue moment; tears and snots, voice cracks galore, sub-par guitar skill. Fantastic, you thought, he's head over heels from the sight,

“O-oh, hi, John. What you got there?” Says you as you approached him,

He didn’t reply. Your zero sense of boundaries and forward nature wake him up when you reach for the—presumably, a cake,

“You alright?” He asks. “Exam.” You answered. “Ah, every engineer students’ wet dream.” He jokes. You continued, “surely you have seen me. Undoubtedly, a human like me can’t resist the fiery passion, just like everyone else,”

“Not us.” Now he’s serious, as he puts his right hand on his back, hiding the cake away from you, that’s the trigger for you,

“Oh, absolutely not! Who ugly cries and screamed like a dying cat that actually is fine from the inside? Certainly not me. Are you?”

“What happened, y/n? Are you really okay?”

"Oh, it's a perfectly adequate vibe. I have a crush on you, it turned serious. Ask you out, invade your personal space. Turns out I'm not your type. You know, blah blah blah, the common gossip. Now, what you got there?"

You didn't know you shed tears and have your voice breaks; you just realized that when John is covering his mouth and blushing hot red,

"Exam fried your brain, mate. Your sarcasm detector is rusty."

"Most definitely. And I will just let you insult your way out of your own fake confession, you know, like a c**t that I am. To keep deflecting your obvious and incredible attempt at seducing a man. Thinking I was too uncool to be your boyfriend. You're right, just another common f**king gossip."

Your cheeks heated, eyes wide, mouth open—a silent statue; whilst he twiddles about, wishes there's a shovel to dig himself a grave,

"Mate, if you're not serious, know there's a consequence." You say, despite your heart is about to explode,

"What sort of punishment awaits me, your honour?" He retorts out of habit,

You hug him too, out of habit. You panicked,

"I will crush you and kill you with my love, and hugs, and kisses, and cuddles—everything. Don't make me buy us engagement rings. So, until you plead guilty."

"Then I plead not guilty."

Then he kisses you,

To be continued?

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The only thing that’s keeping me alive right now, is this GIF:

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anne-white-star · 3 years

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Y/n: *sigh* the world feels a bit too heavy sometimes

Deaky : *takes their hand and kisses the tips of their fingers* It's ok i'll help you carry the weight

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deakyislife51 · 3 years

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go follow my new insta acc @deakyislife51 !!

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assembledherethevolunteers · 4 years

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Request 2

A/N: Hi, everybody! So, I got this request back in July from @theichabbieclub. I’m so so sorry this took so long, but we are FINALLY letting up on the mandatory overtime (and I need some good distraction from the total shitshow that is my country’s politics right now). I changed the request a little bit, but I hope you still enjoy it!

Pairing: John Deacon x fem!Reader Queen x fem!reader (platonic)

Summary: The band is recording at Rockfield. You were invited by the band to come watch them record ‘A Night At The Opera’. However, a farm takes a lot of work.

Warnings: None really

Taglist: @queenlover05 @seven-seas-of-ham-on-rhyee @theblossomknows

`I love my job. I love my job. I love my job,’ you kept chanting that mantra to yourself as you cleaned up the barn.

Working with Queen had been a dream come true for you, and getting to see them record what, according to Freddie, would be their crowning achievement (“Thus far”-again, according to Freddie) was something you couldn’t pass up.

You also thought that maybe you could get John alone at some point. And maybe you would get enough courage to tell him you had feelings for him.

However, you hadn’t been told that it would take place on a farm until you were halfway there. And you weren’t aware of how much work you all would have to put in to keep it going so that the owners would let them record there.

Every single muscle that you knew and some that you didn’t know the names of (you made a mental note to ask Roger) were aching and screaming at you. You’d been awake since before the sun trying to get as many chores done before recording and then you would watch the boys record and then back to chores before dinner. Then everybody would want to stay awake and spend some time together, meaning you usually didn’t get to bed until about midnight. You’d be lucky if you got four hours of sleep before you were awake again. Which would be fine if you could eventually catch up on your sleep, but you weren’t.

You were just about to start rounding up the chickens when you noticed a chill taking over your body. Even your teeth started to chatter. You started to get the chickens where they needed to be, but not quickly enough. It took you far too long because some of the hens thought that you were trying to attack their chicks instead of getting them somewhere safe.

You thought that you heard somebody yell your name, but you couldn’t be sure with the wind in your ears.

After what felt like hours, you finally got them where they needed to be and finished up the last of your chores. You were done. Not just with the chores, but the day. You were going to get something quick to eat and that was it. You were going to bed and God help whoever got in your way.

On your way into the house, you felt a little woozy. The whole ground seemed to be swaying. You blamed it on the wind throwing off your balance, even though you knew it was probably more than that.

Once you got in the door, you could smell somebody had made dinner. Something that made your stomach give a growl. You pulled your boots off and nearly fell over. You tried to stay on your feet as you walked through the house to the kitchen, but even that was proving a challenge. Maybe you should just go up and go to sleep.

“Y/N?”

You looked towards one of the boys, the one you assumed said your name, but then your vision went black.

“Holy…! Brian!” Freddie barked at him since he was the closest. “Grab her!”

Brian jumped from his seat and caught you before you completely crashed on the floor.

“Good God, what happened?” John stood up to help Brian steady you.

“No idea. Roger, I think you should look her over.”

“How am I going to be any help?” Roger shot back at Freddie, but got up to look you over nonetheless. “She’s out cold.”

“Thank you, Doctor Taylor,” John muttered, readjusting you so that you were in a better position.

“Oi!” Roger started, but Brian snapped at them.

“Can we fight over this later? She’s frozen to the bone.”

“I’ll get her a blanket,” Freddie announced before he dashed out of the kitchen.

“Where are we going to take her? I can’t just hold her all night,” John’s voice had a tinge of panic to it.

“Well, we can take her to your room,” Brian offered, trying to keep a cool head himself. “It’s the closest. And, if I remember right, you’ve got the biggest bed.”

“Fine, fine,” John replied as Freddie came back with the blankets from the den.

The four of them gently moved you into John’s room, which was just down the hall.

“We can’t…I mean, we…what are we supposed to do then?” John felt a blush come to his cheeks. Yes, he’d imagined you in his bed, but not like this.

“Y/N?” Freddie whispered, giving your shoulders a slight shake.

“Hm?” You hummed at him, not fully awake.

“We’ve got you in John’s room, love,” Freddie kept his voice low and soft. “Is that okay?”

You nodded, still mostly sleeping, but didn’t make a movement. You heard John’s name and it made you feel relaxed.

The four men looked at each other, none of them sure what to do.

“Are we just going to leave her here for the night?”

“What else do you suggest we do, Deaky?” Freddie lifted an eyebrow at him.

John looked to the other two for some sort of answer, but neither of them could come up with one either. John sighed and went to his dresser and grabbed one of his jumpers.

“Here,” John handed it to Freddie. “She’ll need something warmer.”

“Why don’t you help her with that, dear? We’ll go finish cleaning up in the kitchen,” Freddie began ushering out Brian and Roger, despite their looks of confusion.

John stared at the door that Freddie had just slammed shut. He then looked to you, barely awake.

“Y/N? Could um…could you put this on for me?” John held out the jumper to you.

You slowly opened your eyes, meeting John’s. You felt yourself smile.

“John, what are you doing here?”

John chuckled under his breath. “You’re in my room. I think I should be asking you that question.”

You looked around, confused as to how you got there. Then you looked at the bed. “I’m really tired.”

“Yes, you should get your sleep. I’ll let you have this,” John handed you the sweater. “And then you can get some sleep.”

You just nodded as you pulled the sweater on and fell back into the pillows.

John chuckled and shook his head. “No, come on, love, let’s get you under the blankets.”

You whined, but John continued to get you more comfortable in the bed so that you were wrapped up in the blankets.

“Stay,” you requested, grabbing John by his shirt.

“Y/N,” John began, trying to pull away. He didn’t want to take advantage of you in your state. Not that he would do anything. He just wasn’t sure that if you were fully awake you’d be asking him to stay with you.

“John, please stay.”

John sighed and got into the bed. He got himself comfortable and then froze when you rolled closer to him, practically on top of his arms. John hesitated, but then wrapped his arms around you.

You burrowed yourself deeper into the warmth, barely hanging onto consciousness. You inhaled deeply and smiled to yourself. The smell made you feel safe.

“John,” you hummed out before finally totally falling into the darkness.

The next morning you woke up, almost sweating. You felt blankets all around you. You could feel the sun hitting your back, which was odd, because you usually were awake before the sun came up.

You finally opened your eyes and tried to figure out where you were. You came face to face with a chest. You looked up and saw a sleeping John Deacon holding you. You felt your heart begin to pound. You didn’t remember much of last night. The last thing you remembered was finally getting the chickens where they needed to be for the night.

When had you ended up in bed with John?

You tried to remember what happened last night, but it felt like you had been blackout drunk.

You started to move to try and get out of the bed without waking John. You were almost out of his arms when you heard a deep inhale. You sheepishly looked up and saw John sluggishly start to blink his green eyes. He finally looked down at you and gave you a sweet smile.

It made your heart melt a bit.

“Good morning, how’d you sleep?”

“A little hot,” you joked.

“Fair enough,” John started to untangle you from the mess of blankets around you.

As he slowly got you unraveled, you realized that you were wearing one of John’s jumpers.

“John? Is this yours?” You looked up at him.

“Oh,” John felt a little embarrassed, even though he wasn’t sure why. “Well, yes, because of what happened last night..”

“What even happened?” You cut John off.

John explained what had happened to you the night before, including the detail about why you had woken up in bed with him.

“...and then I… you…we woke up. I…I hope that’s all okay.”

You were quiet, mostly because you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know the boys cared for you like that. Sure, they always referred to each other and some of the roadies as family, but you’d never thought of yourself included in that.

“I’m just…well, all of us really, are happy that you’re okay,” John told you, hoping to get some sort of response from you. “Some of us more than others.”

You looked at John with a raised eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?”

John cleared his throat and shifted his glance from you to the blankets. He picked at one of them before he met your eyes again.

“I’ve been thinking, and especially since last night, that maybe once we get back to London, you and I could, perhaps, spend some time together. Alone. Away from the rest of the band. Outside the studio. I mean, only if you actually want to and we could just…you know, get a drink? Go to a pub?” John held his breath.

You bit your bottom lip to keep a large smile on your face. You then leaned over and gave John a kiss on the cheek.

“I’d like that.”

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bohemiansweede · 4 years

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In only

seven days

Jazz

Fanfic

Pairing John Deacon Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

A/N Please like and reblog or if you want leave a comment

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It was late

The band had hired a you just a week ago, you were supposed to clean up in the studio

Usually it looked like hell after artists had been in there all day, Queen wasn't an exception

You opened the door

They were an amazing band, you really liked Queen.. Especially Roger.. Omg.. He was sooooo hot. You always had a slight glimpse of hope that he was still there

In belief you were alone you put on your music and started to sing and dance while cleaning

You were halfway done when you felt someone were watching

The music stopped and you looked up

Almost hidden behind an amp you saw a man

Your heartrate increased

What if it was Roger?

Brian?

Surely wasn't Freddie

You peeked behind it

It was just John.. You sighed a little, he was charming, cute and all but.. It was so wrong of you to think like this.. But he was very strict when it came to flirting

Your body was burning from all theese days you had looked at the blonde drummer.. It was so typical that Roger wasn't here

- Hi, he looked at you and you met his smile, you are Y/N.. the cleaner right?

- Ehhh.. Mmm... Yes.. Yes I am.., I'm soon done Mr Deacon

- Ohhh.. Don't worry about that sweetheart, please.. sit down.., take a little break

He patted on the drumrisers next to him, held up a coke

- Thank you so much Mr Deacon, you smiled, took the coke and sat down next to him

He had a warm, very gentle smile

- Please.. It's John..,he gaved you his hand

- Hi, you stuttered

You felt your cheeks were burning

He was way more cute from up close, you had just not noticed it

You sat and talked for a while

He told you about the album, the upcoming tour, when he spoke about his kids it was a glimmer in his eyes, it was obvious that his family meant a lot to him, he surely missed all of them being away like this

The more you looked at him.. This shy bass player, the more he grew on you

You almost felt bad, that this family man gaved you a little tingle inside

The tip of your tounge licked your bottom lip

He looked at you.. Your lips.. You blushed hard

He fiddled a little with his empty can

He looked down a little bit.. So typical that he was this shy.. That tiny hope you had just dissappeared like that

*snap*

But you were a bit shy aswell, you could not jump his bones.. It wasn't ap..

You couldn't end your thoughts

He turned his head and slammed his lips onto yours

You widened your eyes and whined

- John.. I..

He deepened the kiss and cupped your breasts, twirling your nipples between his fingers

Kissed sloppily down your neck

- Mmmm... I have watched you.. all week infact... I want you Y/N.. Now

He almost growled

His hand touched your inner thigh, you pressed your body against his

Touched his neck.. His hair

You thanked your lucky star you decided to wear a dress just this day

His long rough fingers found its way inside your damp underwear

- Omg hunnie.. You are soaking wet..

You let out a soft giggle, suddenly you felt nervous, was this.. shy John?

- Stand up.. He almost ordered

You did what you were told

Your legs were shaking

He looked up at you, touching your legs up and down. With a smirk he dived under your dress, pulled your underwear to the side and like an expert he pushed his fingers inside your wet pussy

He fucked you hard and fast, just breathed in your core

- AHHHHHH.. You bent your head back and felt you walls start to tighten up

Just when you came he pulled out his fingers and replaced with his tounge, he catched every single drop of your nectar

His tounge swirled around your pussy and circled your clit fast as he entered you with his fingers again

He moaned loudly and you felt his hot breath on your thighs

He slammed his fingers in and out.., harder and deeper than before

In a second you came again, your legs were shaking badly

He scoffed a bit and pulled out his fingers

Crawled back out from your dress

Smiled like a happy kid

Licked his fingers

Opened his pants and let his cock spring loose

He nodded as a sign for you to sit

You straddled his lap and he grabbed your neck hard while kissing you

You felt his cock entering you

His grip around your neck tightened up and he thrusted in and out of you so your eyes rolled back inside your head

- OMG... AHHHHHH...

You clenched your legs behind him

*SMACK*

He slapped your ass.. 1...2.. you lost count

It felt so hot.. so good

Your walls squeezed his cock and your orgasm built up again

- AHHHHHHH... OMFG!!!!

Your whole body was trembling

Screaming out your lust

Rogers cymbals tipped over with a crash

You both giggled and he fucked you even harder and faster

He entered your ass with two fingers and fucked you brutally

- Fuck.. You are tight... AHHHHH.. fuckin shit.. I'm close..

He pulled out.. Almost pushed you to the side

He stood over you stroking his cock hard, you couldn't help but licking around the tip

- SHIT SHIT.. Open up..

You opened your mouth and sticked out your tongue

You felt the warm liquid down your throat

With a gentle typical John smile he pulled you up and gave you a warm hug

He kissed your cheek

It all felt differently

So much had changed

In only seven days

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rogerstoast · 4 years

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Don’t Get Caught//four/billy!ben hardy x female reader

Prompt List!!!

Based on prompt #23 “It wasn’t me!” “He/she did it!” “No, you did it!” “Stop saying everything I say!” “Fine!” “Fine!” “You know what, fuck you!” “Gladly.” “What?” (Yeah I get it, it’s a long one. Deal with it.”

Summary: You’re the new recruit, 8. (reader and four basically have the same position on the team). It’s been about three months since you joined, you and four have had a thing for about a month and try to keep it on the down low, until you get caught.

Warnings: mentions of smut, flirting, a bit of fluff

(psa: the keep on reading thing isn’t working, sorry it’s long)

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Today was just like any other mission you’ve been on. You know, secretly racing atop of buildings in plain sight, shooting a few bad guys occasionally, screaming at each other over the ear peice about where to eat dinner later, a few sarcastic, and sometimes flirtatious remarks from Four.

Here’s the thing. The two of you have always had this sort of playful, sarcastic flirty relationship. But ever since the one night you two drunkenly made out, he takes any chance he can to touch you or kiss you or get to you in any way possible. He seemed to be the only person that was able to get the best of you, and completely break through this intimidating persona you give off to everyone you meet. Not going to lie, he feels that same way with you. That feeling like you are the only person to show his soft side, a side to him he tries not to show. You know, to seem tough and all manly like the sexy man he is.

“Eight! A we need you on the down low!”

As you ran from building to building, closer to the cathedral, One spoke over the intercom, again, “Hey Eight, did you hear that? We’re kind of dying down here. So if you don’t mind, I don’t know, getting your ass down here to save ours, that would be great!@

You stopped on the nearest roof, seeing One, Two, and Three fighting off all the bad guys. They didn’t seem to be having trouble. Two was nearly finished, fighting anyoje in her way and shooting two guys with one bullet. Impressive. Three was doing the same, looks like One was the only person down there having some trouble. Typical.

“You know One, if you just needed help kicking the smaller guys asses off of yours, you could have just asked,” you joke back, shooting a rope gun to the building across, and swinging down into action.

A bad guy then quickly flipped One down on the ground, pinning him down with his arm over his throat.

“Ahh ha ha, very funny” his strained voice managed to get out as he was slowly being choked. You ran over and kicked the guy who was on top of him, jumping up to wrap your legs around his neck and flip him over on his back. He slammed into the ground with a hard cough.

You then grabbed his arms securely as you squeezed your legs hard enough until he fell unconscious. Getting up, you heard Two shoot him, just to be safe, and you did the same with the other two guys that One couldn’t fight off. You then jumped up, a bit out of breath, then gave everyone a quick wave goodbye to continue chasing the guy you were supposed to catch earlier.

Now that you were back running across the roofs of buildings, you heard a bit of chuckling in your ear, “Damn One did you really just need a girl to save your ass again?” Four asked. This time everyone laughed, except One.

“Oh I’m sorry, did my lack of strength distract you?!? Get back to work, ALL of you....and yes Four, yes I did. Which means *throws punch at bad guy, mini fist bump in the air as he knocks him down* you will be buying dinner for us all tonight.”

You rolled your eyes at the children you worked with, “Alright boys, thats enough. We’re almost done. Four, I’m coming up soon with a runner on our hands, where are you?” You asked, signaling to the guy you were chasing and struggling to catch.

Four was still laughing a bit at the disagreement, but nonetheless calmed down to answer you. “I’m literally right here Eight. Right in front of you.” He replied back.

You were still running, keeping an eye on the guy one building ahead, running away from you.

“Four this isn’t funny, seriously where ar—,” and all of a sudden, the guy was shot right in front of you and fell right off the closest roof.

You froze in your tracks and look up to see Four across from you on the cathedral with a gun in his hand.

“I’m here!” He confirmed.

You held in a smirk and ran over to reach him. Once you reached it, he jumped down from the railing to face you, also with a stupid little shit looking smirk on his face

“Hey! You shot my guy!” You say, taking a step closer, trying to hold in your tough demeanor, even though you were totally fine with what he did.

“You clearly weren’t going to anytime soon,” he protested back, stepping even closer.

“I totally had him if you would have just waited a second longer,” you say, poking his chest and staring right up into his eyes, the tension growing.

He then took a step even closer now, both of your faces inches apart, tenion so thick you could cut it with a knife. His hand came up to press a button on both of your ear pieces, so he could mute your ends from the others. Didn’t want them to listen in.

“After all this time I figured you would have realized that I don’t like waiting,” Four said.

He bites his lip, looking down at yours for a second only to lock his eyes back on yours, not wanting to break the flirty, saracastic tension.

“Hmm I guess I haven’t. Care to show me how?” You said all flirtatiously smirking up at him with that seductive look in your eyes.

Within an instant, Four pushes his lips onto yours with a slow, deep, passionate kiss. His one hand comes up to cup your jaw, brining you closer while his other arm tightly wraps around your waist, fully pushing your bodies together. You began to deepen the kiss, about to wrap your arms around his neck and bring him close, but broke the kiss tilting your head back as you remembered something.

“What? What is it?! Shit! Is it my breath?” He asked all panicked.

“No no no! Four, we can’t get caught. They’ll see us.” You laughed in response.

“Oh thank god,” Four sighed in relief, “You know I had a sandwich just before wit—“.

You pressed your lips against his in a quick kiss to stop his bickering.

“That’s great Four, it really is.” You chuckled against his lips and he smirked against yours. “Can we maybe move this, in there?” You nodded your head back, signaling to stand under the roof of the building, so that way you were more hidden.

“Are you always so controlling?” He teased.

“Would you shut up”. You reply, smirking in return.

He kissed you again, this time a bit softer but still deep. Both of his hands snacked down to your ass, giving it a quick squeeze signaling for you to jump up. As you did, he nearly raced the two of you under the roof, In a more secluded section of the holy structure.

You tightly wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing his hips further into you. You could feel him getting hard already. He deepened the kiss, and swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for entrance. Opening your mouth, you let his tongue dominate yours and explore your mouth. The two of your lips were moving in sync, while your hands tangled themselves in his hair, and his roamed all up and down your body. This man was never able to get enough of you.

Four started to move down your neck, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses everywhere. Bitting and sucking right beneath your ear. This really got you going. His member was growing harder and you could feel it, and the tension between your legs was in desperate need of friction. As he continued to suck on you neck, you let out a slight moan of pleasure, which made him even hungrier.

Little did either of you know that the team had finished up, and was about to be coming up the stairs from behind you. Four had you literally sandwiched between the wall and his body while you sucked each other’s faces off. Oh boy, this steamy situation was not about to go down well no sir!

You wanted to make him also feel good, and slid one of your hands down right over his bludge as you—

“Alright! Which one of you little shits turned off your ear—“

Four put you down quickly at the sound of One coming up, and leaped to the other side of the room within a second as he turned to fix his situation. You quickly brushed over your body suit, making sure everything was in place, before you turned around with the fakest smile you could muster.

One froze once he reached the top step, “Well well well, what the fuck his happening up here?”

Three was at the very bottom and yelled up “What happened papi? Did she strip?”

“What?!” Everyone asked in unison.

“Three— I —no. Who turned off your ends? Communication is kind of important.”

Four turned around to quickly come to your side. You thought he would help save your ass in this situation, but nope. He still had to mess with you to get you in trouble.

“It wasn’t me!” He raised his hand, as One directed his focus to you.

You gasped in shock. “He did it!”

“She did!” Four now also turned to you.

“No, you did!” He said with you at the same time. You could tell he was doing this on purpose to annoy you, and it was working.

“Stop it!” Same time again.

“Stop saying everything I say!” And again.

One jumped in. “For the love of god will you two cut it out!”

“Fine!” You crossed your arms, still locking angered eyes up at Four.

“Fine!” He agreed back. Smirking down at you.

“Just turn your fucking intercoms back on so we can leave already. We are all fucking hungry, let go.” One suggests, as everyone turns around to walk back down the staires.

You and Four waited for a second, and were the last ones to follow the team down.

“You know what? Fuck you.” You pointed to him about to walk down as he followed behind you.

“Gladly.”

You froze on the first step and turned around.

“What?” You asked, seeing the smirk on his face.

He smiled and laughed, “just go follow them, we’ll worry about plans after dinner in a bit.”

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Don’t You Hear My Call Though You’re Many Years Away - Chapter 13

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A/N: So, John knows the truth now, what happens next. This and the following chapter are within the hours of Y/N telling him. More angst, but Freddie is here to add a little bit of cheer. This ones a bit shorter.

I sat on the bed, where I’d been most of the day, if I wasn’t there, I was pacing. I played that mornings events over and over in my mind. Looking out the window at the fading light, fear gnawed at me. Fear he wouldn’t come back. And even the fear he would and that he would hate me for everything.

As I worried over the scene again there was a knock at the door that jolted me out of my thoughts.

I rushed over, saying his name as I flung it open.

“John?”

“I’m afraid not, darling” Freddie replied, looking at me suspiciously, “is John not here? We hadn’t seen you two lovebirds today, and we’re beginning to wonder if John would make practice tomorrow.”

“No, um...he-he isn’t here” I stammered, shaking my head.

“Do you mind if I come in?” He asked gently.

“Oh, yeah, please” I said, stepping aside.

Freddie sauntered in and looked around the room before his eyes landed back on me.

“Charming” he said.

I smiled slightly as I began to straighten up the bed, trying to busy myself. Avoiding making eye contact. I felt a sudden rush of guilt.

“Tell me what happened” he said. It wasn’t a demand, but I knew he wouldn’t leave not knowing something.

I stopped fidgeting and slumped on the side of the bed, my head falling to my hands.

“We were” I paused, trying to think of something “talking about when I leave...” I allowed myself to stop there.

“Ah.” Freddie said as he leaned against the dresser “Well, I feel I rather pushed the two of you together, and I’m sorry for thinking this of you and Deacy, but I had hoped the two of you would have a bit of fun, and that would be that. I didn’t take either of your feelings to heart, and I’ve seen with my own eyes the relationship that has grown here. He loves you, and I would guess you feel the same. But I had begun to worry about this. Your leaving.”

“He was upset, when he left” I said, looking towards Freddie as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I told him I couldn’t change the fact that I’ll be going home...I have things I need to be present for.”

I was scrambling. Lying wasn’t easy and each lie only dug me deeper and deeper into a hole.

“There’s ways to keep in touch. Writing, possibly even phone calls. And who knows, maybe we’ll tour America some day” he said wistfully.

I nodded in agreement.

“But there’s more you’re not telling me, what is it darling?” He asked, moving to sit next to me, his hand gently soothing my shoulder. This is the Freddie that I would always think back on, kindhearted, caring.

“I never...expected this to happen. It’s made things, or will make things more complicated when I get home.” I replied, choosing my words carefully.

“Because of your former boyfriend?” He queried.

“No” I replied vehemently. “I’d honestly forgotten about him, about the whole break up. It’s the fact that John and I lead such different lives.”

“But aren’t there ways to overcome those differences?” He asked gently.

I stared into his warm brown eyes, the light and hope that sparkled in them made me smile. If he only knew that time would never allow John and I to be together. It was safer not to answer the question directly.

“Well” I sighed “he has to come back first.”

“He will” Freddie laughed, his smile bright as ever, “I haven’t know John for long, but I feel, I think, that he needs time. Let him think over everything. He loves you.”

“Why do you keep saying that, that he loves me?” I asked, my brow pinched.

“Because he does. Hasn’t he told you? I mean it’s rather obvious. He’s loved you for the moment he set eyes on you.” He replied.

“No” I replied softly “he hasn’t told me.”

“He will” he smiled “again, give him time.”

“Now” he said, clapping his hands on his thighs, “have you left this room today? Had anything to eat?”

“No.” I admitted “I-I was hoping...I was waiting for Deacy.”

He stood quickly, and grabbed my purse from the dresser to hand over to me.

“Let’s get something to eat. A hamburger? Americans are all about hamburgers, right?” He asked jokingly.

“But what if...” I began.

“If he comes back tonight dear, he’ll wait for you” he said “let’s go.”

“So what do you have to get back home for” Freddie asked as we settled in the booth of a local Wimpy.

“My dads birthday, for one” I replied, taking a bite of my burger before I continued. “It’s coming up soon, so I want to be home for that. Plus, I’ve got to tell them the truth about this trip.”

I wasn’t lying about going home for my dads birthday, but they’d never know of this trip. Never.

“I don’t envy you there” he said as he ate.

“I also need to arrange my class schedule for the fall” I continued. “And all of you have shows you have to prepare for! It’s a busy time for everyone.”

“It’s only the beginning” he said, looking me straight in the eyes “I can feel that this is only the beginning.”

“Great things are coming” I replied, a knowing smile slipped on my face.

“You think so?” He asked hopefully.

“I know so. I know what I’ve seen. I know what I’ve heard. And there’s something there. Something special. You’ve got it. Whatever ‘it’ is, the four of you have it.” I replied.

“You feel it too then?” He asked, but not allowing me to respond “I know Roger feels it. I’m not sure about Brian and John. But I know this really going somewhere for us.”

“I can’t wait to see where this takes you” I replied. His enthusiasm, his hope, it was captivating.

We chatted more as we finished our meal and head back towards the inn. He told me of his dreams and goals for the band, more gigs and maybe even recording an album. Little did he know how quickly all that would come.

He mentioned how he, Brian and Roger knew the moment John started to play at his audition that he was meant to be the bands bassist. How his amp produced a sound like they’d never heard, and complementing him on his playing, calling him the best and strongest bassist he’s come across.

Hearing his praise John warmed my heart. The friendship to come, I was sorry I wouldn’t be able to see it develop.

As we stepped into the inn, Margrets eyes were on us instantly. Judging. As always

“Good evening Margret” I said with a smile.

Freddie must have noticed her expression as well, because he waved and bowed towards her theatrically.

“Madam, Margret! Hello darling!” He bellowed.

She quickly turned on her heels and walked out of the main room, causing Freddie and I to giggle as we started up towards my room. It felt good to laugh, however brief and fleeting.

“Thank you, Freddie” I said as he walked with me up the stairs “for dinner and talking with me.”

“Of course dear” he said as we reached the landing.

There, leaning against the door frame was John. He looked worried until his eyes met mine, a flash of relief crossed his face before he spoke.

“I...erm...I was waiting for you...” he didn’t finish his thought.

“Right” Freddie said as he turned to me, he gave me a warm hug and a kiss on each cheek “I’ll see you soon dear. And Deacy, don’t forget about practice. Goodnight!”

Before either John or I could respond he was bounding down the stairs.

I swallowed thickly as I looked back to John, who was staring intently at me. I fidgeted with the keys, my nerves kicking back up as he opened his mouth to speak.

“I just need to know one thing” he said.

“C-can we talk inside?” I asked, moving towards the door.

“Okay” he said nodding.

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Long-legged Deacy — “Blue jean baby”

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Rings // JRD

Pairing: John Richard Deacon x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4.9K Style: One-Shot (prompt: “you can keep it.”) Warnings: Fluff (ahhh so much of it toward the end), one sexual implication in joke form Summary: Y/N is the groundskeeper at Ridge Farm and mainly keeps to herself, despite the loud presence the Queen boys present themselves with. When her usual organized demeanor falters lightly, one of the boys is there to help her get back in check. Permanent Author’s Note: To clarify, I write because I get bored. Nothing is meant to be professional in any way, nor is meant to offend, cause anxiety, cause anger, cause sadness, or promote disagreement among readers in any sort of (semi)permanent way. A/N: I finally had a day off from work, and I really wanted to write, but I had no inspiration whatsoever. So, thanks to the lovely @love-me-a-good-prompt (I don’t know your name otherwise I would give you that credit, too, hon!) and their amazing lists of writing prompts, I found the one I want to use for today! Not sure if you ever read the stories that are written inspired by your prompts, but if you do, I hope you enjoy! Didn’t carefully proofread.

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Typically, you were never one to mind if someone needed to rent out your farm house for any reason. The extra money was always helpful, and you typically got to meet some interesting characters. You had gotten a call about a semi-small group needing to rent out the space for an entire month and you lightly buzzed with enthusiasm. The money would be fantastic this time around, and having more than one or two people use the lodge meant that you just might be able to get some help around your house and keeping up with the landscaping. The person who called you told you his name was James Beach, and that he was in the music industry. He would not be joining the people coming to stay with you, but he was able to give you all the information you needed regarding your new tenants. He started with their names, and then proceeded to summarize them with one jarring sentence.

“The four make up an up-and-coming band named Queen, and they want to record an album up there. Is that alright?”

A band, huh? That was a new one. You had gotten everything from vacationers not wanting to spend fortunes on a hotel to honeymooners, to even that one time you had someone hiding from the law. But you never really talked about that – it makes you a little scared for your own safety. But that is beside the point. A band had never stumbled their way to your little farm, and you accepted Mr. Beach’s offer without even thinking about asking him if they would be bringing everything they needed. Typically, you never really had to provide anything for your guests, except the actual house they stayed in. Naturally, all these thoughts cascading through your mind evoked some panic, so you decided to call Mr. Beach back to ask him a bunch of questions that you had not asked originally.

Ring… ring…

“James Beach, how can I help you?”

“Mr. Beach? Hi again, this is uh, Y/N Y/L/N from Ridge Farm.”

“Oh, Ms. Y/N! I didn’t expect to hear from you again. What do I owe the pleasure?”

“Well, actually, I was doing some thinking about the group that will be coming to stay with me.”

“You’re not retracting the offer, are you?”

“Oh gosh, no, sir! I just normally only have to ask a few questions over the phone, but I’ve never actually had a band stay over before. I just had a couple other questions I wanted to run by you before their arrival to make sure I’m as prepared as possible. I know you must be a busy man, what working with rock stars and pop stars, and the like, but would you happen to have a few minutes now for me to ask a few things?”

“Ask away, my dear. My next client isn’t in for almost an hour.”

“Wonderful. Um, so I know the date the band is arriving, and I wrote down that there are four members. Is there anything specific I should know about any of them?”

“Well, Freddie is basically a drama queen that lives for the local gossip and a fancy cocktail. Mimosa in the morning kind of guy. John is shy and reserved, and if you give him cheese on toast and a pack of cigarettes, he should be content. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. Brian is reserved and intellectual, but isn’t afraid to argue right back with someone if they need someone to defend them. Roger is a loud mouth, but harmless nonetheless. Might attempt to make you swoon for him, so just pay attention to him. He wouldn’t hurt you, just watch his antics. He’d also be happy with a carton of cigs. Is that okay for a basic introduction?”

“That’s perfect, Mr. Beach. Um, moving on. I have enough bedrooms and space for them, and I always keep food and drinks on hand, so I’ll make sure to buy John some cheese and bread. But one thing I don’t know is what they need for their music. I assume they’ll be bringing their own instruments and stuff, right?”

“Correct.”

“So, they are aware that this isn’t an actual studio, right? Like, I’m out in the middle of the countryside with minimal amenities. Just the necessities. I only have one space I can think of that they could use a recording studio.”

“Whatever it is you have will work for them, trust me. They’re an eclectic bunch. Be ready for some bickering, love.”

Jim was a very kind soul, and if the boys he managed were anything like him, you felt that you were going to have no trouble with them. You had a few other small things on your mind that you ran by him and got answers that suited your needs. After the phone call, you looked at the notes you had jotted down, ending on the date that the boys were scheduled to arrive. You only had two days to get what they needed, but that was plenty of time. You just had to remember a handful of things; clean up the basement and make up the boy’s rooms, buy some cigarettes for those that wanted them, and pick up some fresh cheese and bread from the market for John.

One thing you had forgotten to ask Jim was what time the boys were slated to arrive, so you made it a point to get up early with your chickens and hens like usual, and stay on the property all day. You had a peaceful breakfast on your porch, watching your chickens interact with one another, calmed by the quiet clucks they made. Most people found them annoying, and always made it a point to scream at you about it in some way despite the fact that you warn all potential guests about them. You, however, took comfort in having another living thing around. Your family all lived in town, and there was no significant other in your life. But you were always happy. None of it mattered. You always got to see your family when you travelled into town, but they respected your choice to remain on the property full-time. The rest of your morning and all of your afternoon was spent mindlessly cleaning or daydreaming at different spots on the farm, not really thinking about the possibility of chaos entering onto the property any minute. You walked inside, ready to prepare yourself a quiet dinner. As soon as you set your pan on your stove-top, the all-familiar sound of tires on dirt in the background over the quiet hum of your radio. Another thing to make you feel less alone when there were no other tenants on the property, a gift from your parents. Making your way through your porch door and down onto the grass, you saw the van parked in a spot it made for itself and you saw four men climb out of the back while the driver turned off the car. You walked half the distance between the houses and the car and paused until they were turned in your direction to greet them.

“Evening, gentlemen! You have impeccable timing – I was just about to cook dinner for myself, but now I’ll make six portions and you can all come join me! You can bring your belongings in my house for now, and after we eat, I will show you all to your respective rooms.”

With that, you walked the other half of the distance and approached them, all of them smiling fondly at you, except for one. He did not look happy at the arrival of your presence, but you attempted to not to pass any judgement until you got to know them. You went to pick up a piece of luggage in order to help them, when a younger looking, long-haired, skinny man approached you.

“I got it, you don’t have to help.”

His voice was a quiet, and slightly higher pitched than you imagined it would be for someone of his height. It was cute.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. It’s hot out, and I don’t want you guys breaking out into sweats before you even start playing.” You smiled sweetly at him, not really sure which member you were talking to yet, but he did not fight back. Making you assume it was not Roger or Brian. Freddie or John, though, that was still a toss-up.

Once all five of the men who would be staying on the property were inside, you told them that they could sit and chatter in your living room watching television, come and sit in the kitchen while you cooked and talk, or wander around the farm seeing and feeling the calmness settle around them. All of them, to your surprise, elected to join you in the kitchen. Either these were the most polite and distinguished of rock stars in the world, or they felt awkward just walking around your property. Either way, you were thankful for the company. Your kitchen table had one chair on either of the shorter sides, and benches accompanying the longer sides. Three of the men sat on one of the benches, and the other two took the single chairs. You never felt anxious in front of new tenants, so you just started talking to them.

“If I may, I have a few things I would like to tell you guys before I leave you to make your music,” looking over your shoulder at them while getting dinner started. “Oh, I also hope you all are good with homemade spaghetti and salad for dinner, everything is from scratch, including the pasta.” The one who glared at you the minute he got out of the van continued to stare at you, seemingly disapprovingly, while the other four smiled at you, patiently waiting to hear what it was you had to say. While you waited for the water to start boiling, you turned around to face them, getting your first real look at the men.

“So, normally, one of the first things I like to do is introduce myself and give the story of the little old farm to my new tenants. And I like to go over the boring stuff like the few rules I have and traditions I keep. If you would all be so kind as to oblige me, I would like to begin with that, and then I can leave you all alone to eat your dinner.”

You waited for a response, an auditory one, mainly, but all you got in response was more soft and small smiles and daggers from the one man. You decided that that was your cue to continue.

“Well, you should know that my name is Y/N, and I have lived on this property my whole life. Ridge has been in my family for the past four generations, and it fell onto me to keep the place going. Our family didn’t intend for it to be rented out, but extra money is always useful, and plus, living by myself out here, it’s nice to have some interesting company every once in a while, even if I don’t interact directly with them all that much. Anyway, the other house on the property is where you all will stay. Six bedrooms, so you have choices, three bathrooms, a fully-stocked kitchen, some lounge rooms. Everything you could need. Plus, I made sure that the basement was ready to go, which is where I assume you will be spending most of your time. I won’t be bothering you too much, unless something important comes up and I need to inform you all of something. I typically don’t inform my guests when I’m running errands, because I have enough faith in the people that stay to not want to break into my home. Otherwise, there are separate phone numbers for each house, so feel free to phone me if you have anything you need to ask me. Otherwise, the only other rule I have is don’t trash the place.”

You could hear the stove behind you start to boil, so you turned back around to toss the pasta in, and you began to heat up the sauce, as well. Once you were situated with that, you continued to talk to them over your shoulder.

“Continuing on, a couple small things you should know. I never mind if you want to me come cook your breakfasts, lunches, dinners, or if there is something specific you want to make and you don’t have it, I can run errands for you. I will never impose myself on your meal time or work time, and I will not drop over uninvited unless you specifically give me permission to. For the month you are here, the house is yours, not mine. Um, what else… Oh! If I ever need help with something on the farm, whether it be yard work, something with the chickens, or maybe running a particularly large errand, if no one is busy, I wouldn’t mind some help. It’s perfectly fine if you don’t want to or can’t, though. I completely understand.”

You turned back around to check on the stove, and once everything was stirred, you turned to face the boys one last time.

“I think that’s everything! I didn’t mean to talk your ear off, I just like to get formalities out of the way so you can start on whatever it is you wanted to do while you were here. If there is anything –”

“God, could you just shut your mouth and continue cooking us dinner? I would like you to do the thing that you just told us you would do.”

You stood in a stunned silence. The man’s words searing right through your chest and penetrating your heart to the point where you physically felt pain from the harshness it beat at. And from the looks on all four of the other men’s faces, you could tell that this was something they had worried would happen.

“Jesus, Paul, you really don’t know when it’s your bloody turn to talk, do you?” The blonde, seated at one of the end chairs, sounded intense and exasperated already at the man.

“Paul, she only has about two rules, and one of them is mutual respect from the tenants. You already broke that, and now I feel as though I need to apologize on behalf of all of us.” The taller man with dark curls spoke sternly at the man who you now knew was named Paul, and then turned to address you much more quietly. “I’m sorry for him, love.”

“It’s… it’s okay, guys. I’ll just keep making… dinner. Then I’ll take mine to my room.”

“Please don’t.” The man from earlier with the long hair hurriedly spoke at you. Before his outburst, he had hung his head with a small grimace adorning his face. Hearing the defeat in your voice prompted a change that was clearly unusual for the man, considering his face went a little red at the recognition of his own outburst. “I’ve… liked hearing you talk, and would like to get to know you more.”

“I’ll second that,” spoke the curly haired man. “Plus, we haven’t properly introduced ourselves yet.”

“Allow me to help you with the rest of dinner, darling.” The last person who had not spoken finally spoke up, and it was the man with dark hair to match the curly man’s, but straighter.

The four seated at the table chatted amongst themselves, three of them clearly ignoring the one named Paul, while the fifth helped you with dinner. He appeared like he was holding back on saying something, and you had barely expelled any air when he cut you off.

“I’m so sorry about Paul. He… we’re trying to rid the group of him, but he just won’t leave. It’s almost like he’s a groupie, but worse. And I wish I could tell you what his problem with you is. He just automatically became villainous when we arranged to stay here.”

“It’s not a problem, really. I’ve had worse guests.” Your mind flashing back to that one criminal.

“I sincerely hope you don’t think we’re all like that, darling, because we are far from it. Also, my name is Freddie, by the way. The blondie is Roger, curls is Brian, and our shy friend is John. Maybe you could impress them at dinner by remembering their names.”

You turned your neck to look at Freddie, who was now beaming at you, and you smiled back with a small giggle. You both turned your attentions back to dinner, and finished cooking. You brought plates for everyone at the kitchen table, and proceeded to strike up some conversations between the boys while you ate. You mainly got to know each other, and you asked them a little bit about the album they were recording. They had remembered the part where you said you would not intrude without their specific permission, and without even acknowledging Paul, they told you that you could come to the studio at any point if you ever wanted to hear some live music. You were really thankful that these guys did not seem to be rambunctious, besides in the little brotherly way they seemed to have. You had also made it a point to recite their names when you first sat down, like Freddie told you, and you got them all right. Brian and Roger just looked smug when you got them right, while John tilted and turned his head slightly, trying to hide the flush that washed over his face. Not one of embarrassment, just one of pure shock that someone cared enough about him to remember his name. Once dinner was finished, you told the boys to just throw their dishes in the sink. Paul took it a little bit too literally and you were afraid that one of your plates had been shattered. All six of you then made your way to the guest house where the boys would choose their rooms. Once rooms were decided on, you helped each of them to their rooms, ending with John. He chose the smallest room, as if to make your job easier once he left. You told him he could have had whichever room he wanted, but he was content with the smaller one. You were not one to argue. You reminded him that if there was anything he needed at any time to just give you a call, and you were about to walk out when he stopped you.

“May I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“I happened to notice you wear rings.”

“Oh yeah,” you fondly looked down at your hands. “Most of them were passed down from my parents, a couple have been gifted to me from tenants over the years.”

“They suit you. I wear a few myself. Just noticed that we have that in common, sorry if that came out as strange. I don’t want you to think I’m strange, because I promise I’m-”

“John, really, it’s okay. I like that pay attention to small details like that. It shows you aren’t superficial.” John just stared back at you, at a loss for words at how well-spoken and sweet you were. “I look forward to getting to know you this month. I hope you sleep well.”

“You too, Y/N.”

About a week had passed by, and many breakfasts and jam sessions later, you decided it was time for you to do the first official surface cleaning of each of the boy’s rooms. They had already been in the studio for over an hour when you made your way over around ten in the morning, and you stood quietly in the doorway listening to them work for a few moments. When they finally settled down, you took the initiative to wave at them, so as not to ruin a recording they were working on. When you were sure it was safe to talk, you spoke up.

“Hi, lads. Just wanted to let you know that I am going to be floating through the house today doing a surface cleaning. I won’t rummage through any of your belongings, but I’ll be dusting and scrubbing the surfaces of the rooms you are staying in. If I happen to be in your room and you need it, or the bathroom you’ve been using, just let me know and I can leave. I’ll see you for lunch in a little while. Remember, sandwich bar today!”

As you were leaving, you heard Paul shout back that he would never let you live to see the next day if you rummaged through his room, so you just shot an okay sign through the doorway on your way out to let him know that you heard him. And you started cleaning. Once you noticed it was time for lunch, you started to make your way back to your kitchen to start the prepping. The boys had made it a habit of eating in your house instead of their kitchen, and only opting to use their kitchen if they wanted snacks or got hungry working through the night. You had told the boys that they could make their way to your kitchen around 1:30pm each day if they wanted lunch. John usually left a little bit earlier than all the others so he could help you out with meal prepping. He felt that it was the least he could do to make up for inconveniencing you, which you tried explaining to him on multiple occasions that he was the farthest thing from an inconvenience. Before heading over to your kitchen, John stopped in his room to freshen up a little bit after a particularly energetic session, and he caught a glimpse of something shiny underneath his dresser. He knelt down to pick it up, and he immediately recognized it as one of the rings you always wore. If he remembered right, you wore it on your thumb. It was just big enough, he noticed, that it fit on his pinky, so he placed it on his hand as a reminder to give it back to you. He glanced at the ring one last time, the strange feeling he got from wearing it slowly subsiding, and finished refreshing himself before making his way over to the kitchen of your home. Normally, no matter the time of day, John and the boys could always expect soft music to be coming from the small radio you had in your kitchen. The only time you turned it off was when you went to sleep. Otherwise, it was on all the time. Having the background noise eased your nerves if they ever flared up for any reason, and it was always nice to have a relaxing atmosphere fill the air of your home. Except that this time, all he heard were small groans of frustration, not accompanied by any music. Clearly, that was not your attempt at singing. He walked into your house with a quiet knock on your door, one that you never heard. Then he made his way into your kitchen and knocked a little louder on the door frame, hoping he would not startle you. Thankfully he did not, and his heart started to beat a little bit quicker when he noticed the look of relief wash over your face when you realized it was him that walked through the door.

“John! You have impeccable timing. You told me you have a degree in electronics, right? Do you think you could help me figure out what is wrong with my radio?”

Oh. You only needed him for his help. What else would it have been? He scolded himself for thinking it could have been anything else. He sat down at the table right next to you on one of the benches, and peered into the inside of the radio.

“Hmm… this is pretty standard wiring, so my guess is something came loose, or one of the wires is fried. Let me take a look.”

You watched John tinker with the radio. You had not sat in on many of their rehearsals, not wanting to interfere or receive an unwarranted and snide comment from Paul. But one thing you immediately noticed was that the way he handled a piece of electronic equipment was completely different than his bass. He was slow and careful with the radio, but he was confident and more fluid with the strings of his bass. It was interesting – how one person could be so different regarding two things. Your mind wandered a little bit, thinking of all the possible scenarios his hands and fingers could work in. You felt your face heat up, so you turned your attention back to the radio, hoping John had not caught you lost in your thoughts. John had been examining the wiring for about three minutes when he finally had his ‘aha’ moment and told you what had happened. Or rather, the radio spoke for itself when it came back on.

“Think I fixed it.”

“Oh, thank you John! Thank you so much!”

You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, while simultaneously grabbing the sides of his face to pull him close. You felt him grab your wrists lightly in response, and you heard a small hum of satisfaction come from him. If any of the band was there, they would have pointed out how out of character that was for their friend. But you had only known them a week, so you had no real way of knowing that. When you pulled your face away from his, you noticed a new ring on his hand, one you had not noticed before. Yet you recognized it for some reason. Like you owned that ring.

“John, is that my ring?”

“Oh, y-yeah! I found it in my room just now before I came over here. I meant to hand it to you right when I walked in, but you caught me off guard with the radio. Here, let me take it off-”

“Don’t.” You stopped him by placing your hand over his. “You can keep it. It suits you, Deaky.”

You had continued to smile at him sweetly, and he just started to return it when you heard your porch door wing open and a ruckus of men swarmed into your kitchen. You and John turned to look at them, trying to hide the moment you just shared, to no avail.

“Well, what has our little Deaky gotten himself into now?” Freddie’s voice cut through the noise.

“I don’t know about now, but it looks like Y/N is the goal.”

“Roger! Don’t say that!” Brian had secondhand embarrassment for you, and the four men standing in your doorway could see the bright reds adorning your faces.

You would forever be grateful and owe a debt of gratitude to the man who called himself James Beach. By the end of Queen’s stay at your farm, you had earned a decent chunk of change, and a boyfriend to top it off. Ever since John had fixed your radio, you and him seemed to be attached at the hip. He wore the ring you gave him every single day, and eventually got the courage to ask you out on a date. You just had to get you guys there since he was not familiar with the area. You never minded driving him – he always looked so at peace watching the countryside scroll by. It pained you the day the boys left, but John made you a promise. Anytime he passed through the area, or needed a place to stay that was even remotely close to Ridge Farm, he would come see you. And he kept up on that promise. He came to visit more than once a month, and would sometimes stay for up to a week at a time. You had that fear in the back of your mind every time he would leave again that you imagined all people in relationships with people in the media had; was he cheating on me? But every single time he came back, he always brought you letters from the boys detailing their travels, and they all made it a point to write about how much John talked about you. There would be discussions of happy thoughts, whines of missing you, and the occasional under-the-breath mention of a special dream he had. It always reassured you in his faith. That, and how he would treat you and smile at you every time he came over to the farm. The other indicator is that he would always bring you a new ring. Everywhere he went for shows or recording sessions, he made sure to pop in a local shop and buy you new rings. They varied in design – some were simple bands, others elaborately engraved, others with stunning gems. It showed you that he never forgot where your relationship blossomed. That day on the farm when he found your ring. You were not a very material person, but you never turned down a ring from John. Especially not on the day he got down on one knee with a stunning, traditional diamond ring to give you.

End Note: I wanted to use a gif from Ridge Farm, but I couldn’t find one and I wanted one with John’s iconic™ rings in it.

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Trespassing

Prompt #42: “Can anyone else hear the Jumanji-like drums? Or is it just me?”

Prompt #51: “Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting”

Summary: Roger and Freddie plan to “break into” a park in the night and drag reader with them.

Pairing: Roger Taylor x fem!Reader (but could be read as gender neutral)

Warnings: Nothing, small mention of breaking and entering, though not really.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: This is for the lovely @makemeyourwife-loveofmylife, thank you so much for the request, my darling. This one was a bit tricky to figure out with no foundation, but I enjoyed it nonetheless and I hope you do too!

A/A/N: The original Jumanji came out in 1995. Today is the day that changes.

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Your eyes were set on Roger, you didn’t mean to stare. You were trying to study for your chemistry exam while he was hunched over a piece of paper, jotting something down, but he kept pausing to roll his sleeves up to his elbows, you thought because he thought it made him look more official and important - you wanted to scoff at the thought, as if he was doing anything that important - but really, it was just a distraction waiting to happen.

“Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting,” you said, glancing over at your idiot of a boyfriend who was currently planning to break into a park that closed at dusk just for the sheer joy of doing something daring. Freddie was joining you two in the next couple of minutes because, hey, why not invite two of the loudest people in the world to do something stupid? Roger looked up at you and gave you a smirk, something you, in hindsight, really should’ve seen coming.

“It’s terribly distracting, is it?” he grinned, leaving the table and making his way over to where you sat on the couch. You nodded and let out a shriek of surprise when he grabbed you off the couch and pulled you up into his arms, his hands set on your waist. He pressed kisses all over your face and thought you tried to push him off you, he wouldn’t let go, and you couldn’t keep your laughter contained. His hands moved across your stomach, effectively making you squirm and laugh louder as you tried to push away from him.

“Roger! Stop i-it!”

He finally relented, instead opting to pull you flush against his chest and press his lips to your hair, before letting you go. You sat back down on the couch, your cheeks flushed red, to which Roger grinned. He took a seat opposite of you on the coffee table, which made you give him a look.

“You should come with us to the park,” he proposed, and you shook your head.

“Rog, I’m not trespassing territory with you, no matter how much I love you”

Roger jutted his bottom lip out, hoping to sway you, “Aw, but y/n, it’s gonna be so fun. Besides, it’s just a public park, we’re not doing anything major”

You shook your head, “No, Rog, I really don’t wanna go”

“Please,” Roger drawed, grabbing your hand, and though you gave him a fond smile accompanied by your eye roll, your answer remained the same.

“Roger, I’m serious, I’m not breaking into a park with you!”

You wrapped your arms around yourself to shield your skin from the wind.

“I can’t believe you guys made me do this,” you muttered, glaring at the two boys walking side by side in front of you, Freddie being the one to wield the flashlight. Roger turned to grin at you, then held his arm out in a silent offer, which you accepted despite yourself. He chose to wear long sleeves, which you envied now that you were outside, but his arm wrapped around you and being pressed into his side certainly helped. You cursed yourself once again for not bringing a jacket when the wind picked up briefly.

It was about a fifteen minute walk to the park, but it went by surprisingly fast once Freddie and Roger got to talking, and soon you’d arrived at the entrance. It really wasn’t much of a break-in, when the park closed, they just locked a short gate over the entrance so no one could drive through to the parking area, and everything else was in the open. As soon as you’d made it to the park, Roger sprinted down the trail to the playground, making you, and probably Freddie, roll your eyes at him and try to run after him. It was quite a large expanse. The park had about a two-mile trail and an extra-mile one that led into the wooded area. There was a large field where little league soccer games would often take place in the summer, and there were two baseball fields. By the time you reached Roger, he seemed adamant on getting himself as high as he could on the swings, and holy shit, you really were dating a man-child. He was vigorously moving his legs to get more height, and a grin was stretched across his face. You just rolled your eyes when he winked at you and took a seat on the bench opposite of the swings and out of the mulch.

“Love, love,” he stumbled off the swing, a bit dizzy and out of breath, plopping next to you, “you gotta do somethin’! Or else it isn’t fun!”

You waved him away, starting to feel a bit of an uneasiness settle around you now that Roger’s laughter had died off and Freddie had wandered to God knows where to do God knows what. It was interesting what the right circumstances could do to a perfectly normal place. It was dark, and very, very quiet, save for the steady sounds of the crickets somewhere in the distance, and somehow just those couple things alone began to give the entire park a sort of ominous feeling, and it made a chill run down your spine. Distantly you heard Freddie whoop in excitement - and probably the remnants of the Hennessy the boys shared before they left - and you felt Roger’s arm squeeze you briefly.

“C-Can anyone else hear those Jumanji-like drums? Or is it just me?” you said, trying to conceal the discomfort in your voice with a small laugh. Roger leaned forward from the backrest of the bench to look at you, and, being the wonderful man that he is, he noticed the look in your eyes straight away, and ran his hand up and down your arm.

“Y/n, you alright, honey?”

You nodded, though it was in no way convincing, and Roger chuckled a bit, “Love, there’s nothing to worry about, I promise. No one’s gonna sneak up on us and stab us or anything,” he pulled you further into him, continuing to run a hand up and down your arm comfortingly. Well, now you were worried about that too. Though it wasn’t at all his fault. Despite all the ‘danger’, for lack of a better term, of someone who owns the park or someone who works here finding you all trespassing and charge you with something or give you a large fine, now you were focused on any fucking bums that might be waiting to fucking kill you. No matter how dumb that sounded - even in your head - you still were able to focus on it and almost nothing else. Of course, Roger pressing a small kiss to your temple helped.

Freddie had just arrived back from wherever he was lounging, which, to your surprise, happened to be an oak tree a ways down the trail.

“Hello, my loves, please don’t tell me you shagged while I was gone; I heard some screeching”

You giggled and jerked a thumb towards Roger, who was panting from the sheer effort of running aimlessly through the field, “That would’ve been Roger. He’s been running around in the field, doing cartwheels and screaming”

Freddie laughed along with you, “I decided to try my luck at climbing one of those trees back there,” he paused to point farther down the walking trail, “I didn’t do too bad, though I must admit, it was a, er, small tree”

It was when he flipped his hair over and started shaking it out to look for ticks and whatnot that you and Roger both were startled by the bright beam of a flashlight sweep over your figures. Uh oh. That was, of course, followed by a distant, but still loud voice shouting, “What’re you kids doing here!?”. The next thing you knew, you, Roger, and Freddie were sprinting out of the park, somehow managing to hurdle jump over the short stone wall that surrounded the fields and trails of the park. There were two ways this could play out; the guard - or whatever - could chase you out of the park and probably wear himself out from running after three energetic college students, or he could let you go. Thankfully, for both your sakes, he chose the latter, and it wasn’t until you were all a good distance away that you stopped, practically collapsing into laughter, you leaning heavily on Roger from exhaustion of running paired with the fact that it was roughly 2:30 a.m.

“Well,” Freddie panted, practically stumbling forward to continue walking, “I wasn’t expecting that, but as it seems to be, everything is more fun when there’s danger,” he emphasized dramatically, waving his hands around. Roger laughed breathlessly and you clung to his arm, grinning deviously despite having just smacked his shoulder.

“Remind me again why I let you convince me to do things with you?” you tilted your head to look up at Roger, who was already smiling down at you. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.

“‘Cause you love me”

Freddie groaned loudly, drawing it out far longer than necessary, “You two are so disgustingly sweet, it’s driving me nuts!”

Roger only stuck his tongue out and kissed your hair, squeezing you against him. You had to stop getting into situations like this with him.

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