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roger1na · 5 years

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careful ch8 - john deacon x reader

summary: you are a ballet student at the royal ballet academy. To pay for your tuition, you work part-time at the celebrity gossip magazine, Seven. One fateful day you’re sent to interview a band on the rise, Queen, post-concert and fall in love with the sweetest man on the planet.

word count: 2k+

warnings: swearing, some sexual implications

author's note: yEehaw she's a little late. my adhd said fuck you and i couldn't focus on anything and also she's a little shorter than usual but honestly i had no material. however i rlly like the dialogue in this chapter. and also i think it's cute.

chapter eight

You smoothed over the red satin ribbon you had gently tied around the small blue box for the hundredth time. Your wristwatch ticked gently at the minutes going by as your taxicab sat in traffic. You wish you could've called him to say you were coming, you just might be late.

You'd stressed over a present, having no clue what John liked, really. Engineering and some disco tracks, photography and the like, but coming up with a present from all that was difficult. You were proud with what you had come up with, though.

Suddenly, the cab lurched forward and continued the route much faster than before and relief washed over you as the houses lining the street went into motion blur.

You hadn't been quite sure what to wear to your boyfriend's concert. Even that term was still up for debate. You hadn't said it aloud yet. You wondered what the fans would think. You had settled on a skirt and a Queen -hoodie, just to be supportive and to be wary of the rainy clouds gathering in the sky. You were determined to not freeze.

The venue itself was a rather small pub, especially packed with people. Some were already tipsy, even drunk, although it was early in the evening.

You slipped backstage, twisting grey hallways leading to a small backstage room with poor lighting next to the stage. Anxiety made you fret you'd gone to the wrong bar until you spotted the blonde curls of Roger.

He was turned around, hassling with his drum kit and you tapped his shoulder. He let out a small squeak and turned around fast but quickly relaxed when he realised it was only you.

"Ah you made it! Deaky's been fretting all evening."

You helped him up and smiled. "Yeah, traffic was just awful."

You tried having a polite conversation with him but your eyes kept flitting around looking for John and the rest of the band.

"Y/N?" Roger waved a thin-fingered hand over your eyes and you snapped out of your daze, feeling like you'd almost chewed through your lower lip.

"Wha-hm?" You managed to sputter.

"I asked you for your favourite Queen song, so we could add it to the program."

"Oh," you blushed sheepishly. "Sorry. I was just…"

"Looking for John?"

The blush deepened and you only managed a nod.

"He's sobering up, Freddie's holding his hair and Brian's mother henning him." Roger laughed.

"What? Is he okay?" Your eyes grew wide like saucers.

"Oh don't worry, we just gave him some champagne to loosen him up. Turns out we gave him too much. Combined with nerves he was a bit done for."

"Oh." You hummed.

"Seriously, Y/N. He's completely okay."

You went back to nibbling on your lower lip, not saying anything for a while. Roger leaned against the wall and took out a pack of Marlboro Reds which reminded you of Rose and calmed you down strangely. "My friend Rose smokes the same brand." You remarked quietly.

"Rose?" Roger's interest was piqued before you shook your hand.

"Nuh-uh, she doesn't swing that way."

"Ah, I see." He said, and then the slightly awkward silence came back, slightly heavier than before. You rubbed your arm and your hairs bristled.

Finally, he spoke up. "How come it took you two so long to, well, you know. Get together. You're practically jumping out of your skin to see him."

You looked at him slightly confused.

"I know we teased you on saturday but I know you didn't even kiss until the friday before the last," he continued.

"Hm."

"Great answer."

"I'm thinking!" You protested. "I suppose, it's always a challenge to be a woman. Especially as somebody whose identity is so strongly tied to my work. I mean, I don't really expect you to get it but I had to watch it. Make sure my relationship with John wouldn't eat me up."

"Yeah. I mean, it makes sense, doesn't it? Especially because he's a bit well known."

"Right! Do you see how magazines like The Sun or Seven write about women? We're accessories. That sort of sucks. I didn't want to get into somebody only to realise our lives didn't fit or something, and then I'd still have meddled too far for it to have no effect on my personal life." You hadn't expected to elicit such a clever response from Roger.

"I don't get it get it. But I understand. You had to make sure you had your footing on a sturdy ledge before you climbed."

"Exactly!"

"I'm glad you took the chance."

You smiled softly. A clamor of voices interrupted your conversation before you could answer.

"Brian, he's totally fine!" Came Freddie's slightly scratchy, posh, voice.

"He's turning green, Freddie." Brian insisted.

"Do I get a say? I'm okay." An east-England accentuated voice piped up.

The three men rounded the corner and you saw him, slightly pale, hair frizzed up and eyeliner ruined but still there. You locked eyes and his face split into a grin. Before you could stop yourself, you leapt into a sprint-half-jog across the room into his arms. It was clumsy, badly-orchestrated and he could barely stay upright as he caught your body in his arms and your lips in his.

"Well, hi, I'm definitely fine now."

"Hello, happy birthday!" You wished him, enjoying the warmth of his arms.

"Don't we get a hello, Y/N?" Freddie asked you as John slowly let you down.

"Hi, yes, hi," you fixed your hair before quickly giving Freddie and Brian their own slightly less intense hugs.

"We're so glad you made it," Freddie grinned. "I love what you're wearing." He added, slightly teasingly.

"Listen," you said, mock-sternly. "I had to pick something that matches the set!"

"And it's great," John took your hand, interrupting anymore comments. "Come, I'll show you the dressing room."

He lead you to a small room that was more of a supply closet.

The room measured maybe four metres by four, with graffitied band names and posters on the wall. A small table with uneven legs stood in the corner, with a bowl of bright red gummy bears on the edge.

"It's…" You paused looking for words.

"Dingy, I know," he laughed. "I'm sure we'll get better ones in November, actually."

"What's happening in November?"

"We're performing at the Rainbow again, like in march, but this time, with the new album."

"Oh that's fantastic," you grinned. "What's the new album called?" You asked.

"Sheer Heart Attack." He smiled proudly.

"Is it going to be scandalous? Will it have more than a dash of Deaky?"

"Absolutely, I wrote a whole song."

"You did? Will I get to hear it?"

Suddenly his cheeks sported a bright crimson and he shook his head. "It's silly."

"Oh come on!" You tugged at his arm slightly. "It'll be my new favourite."

"Oh, I don't think so. But Freddie's trying to get me to play it today."

"Ha, so I'll hear it anyway," you smile.

He was about to reply but Roger came to the door. "Deaks, we're starting in five, you should let Y/N to the bar." He'd lined his eyes with black kohl, probably matching with Freddie. John's was not as smudged or intense but it definitely brought their otherwise quite clashed look together as a band.

"Right then," you turned to him, smiling encouragingly. "Good luck. I'll be in the front row."

"Don't I get a good luck kiss?" He complained and you rolled your eyes, pecking his lips softly.

"Bye then."

You slipped from the dressing room and through a dimly lit hallway back to the main room, where there was loud chatter and drunken wailing.

You were brought back to the first time you'd met John. The loud people, the intenseness of the show, the participation of the crowd. It all seemed so familiar, when you elbowed your way to the front as they walked out, surrounded by cheers. John caught your eye and winked. A girl screamed in the crowd as the first notes were plucked out but you were too absorbed in the music you couldn't pay attention to anybody else.

They played various songs from their first and second album, including some of your favourites like Liar and Son and Daughter.

"Right, then," Freddie walked to the front, sweat glistening on his forehead, kohl even more smudged than intended.

"I'm glad it sounds like you're enjoying yourselves." The crowd cheered at his words and he smiled, a bit sheepish, a bit shy. "Thank you, we still have one last song for you. It's off our new album," he twirled the microphone cord in his hands. "And it's written by our very own bassist, mr. John Deacon!"

The crowd clapped and whistled and cheered loudly and John smiled to himself, leaning into his microphone. "It's an odd number, I'll give you that."

"Here is," Freddie paused for drama. "Misfire!"

A jazzy tune of guitars and bass and loud clear snares started up. The crowd was absolutely too hammered to hear the lyrics properly but you had to giggle. John caught your eye again and saw you laughing, looking away a bit bashful.

The song ended with a happy strum done by Brian and then the lights dimmed, they all bowed and it was over. You were still tingling all over from the basslines sliding over you to notice the crowd start to dissipate.

Backstage there was energy and bubble. Freddie had a cheap bottle of sparkling wine that he was trying to pop open. The cork shot out and hit the ceiling with a loud bang and the band cheered. Freddie raised his glass. "To John's birthday and first song," and tousled John's curls. You laced your fingers in his and smiled.

"Hey, I have a present for you," you whispered in his ear when the other boys had started squabbling goodnaturedly about something.

"You didn't have to," he told you, but he looked happy as you handed him the box.

The red satin ribbon came off with ease as he tugged at it gently, slightly nervous at what you had gotten him.

"It's a mixtape. And tickets to my next show for the entire band. But don't tell Freddie now, he'll lose his mind." You smiled, when he opened the box to a small cassette tape. The plastic case rattled slightly when he took it from the box and turned it to try and see a setlist. Instead of a list of songs, it was the polaroid of you two, grinning stupidly into the camera on a thunderous saturday afternoon.

"How will I know what song's coming up?" His smile was hesitant.

"Well, uh, I thought it was sweeter with the polaroid. Also I kind of forgot what songs I put in there."

"Wow."

"And I know it's not much but-"

"No, no it's great," he smiled and while you had turned away flustered he wiped one eye quickly. Freddie caught his eye and grinned mischievously as if all this was somehow his doing.

"Alright, alright then, it is John's birthday, so it is only appropriate we go get properly wasted," Freddie interrupted the moment and raised his glass. "To Shelley's!"

Shelley's was a pub Queen frequented often, whether it was performing or chatting with the aggressive but kind hearted matron. You spun around on the barstool as John ordered some strangely named Shelley's exclusive cocktails which always tasted familiar but they weren't your average Bloody Mary's.

He brought two glasses of a bright green drink, which tasted like artificial watermelon, and if you were honest, it was kind of shitty. But you were enjoying yourself.

The radio blared some old songs, couples danced to slow songs and groups of girls rocked out to the fast paced disco songs. You were taking it in, reporter eyes absorbing every detail when John took your hand.

"Did you have fun tonight?" He whispered.

"The best time. Happy birthday again. I loved the new song." You smirked a little bit.

"Well… It is pretty funny. Like you said I should make it."

"Is it truthful?" You challenged, alcohol making your filter nonexistent.

"What? Of course not!"

"Prove it."

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baylardo · 6 years

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i just copy paste for Knowledge uwu

heCKIGN head canons af amen IVE NEVER DONE THESE HONESTLY I WAS BORED AND NEVER TALK ABOUT THESE BUT NOW IM FEELING INVESTED

jacki hates it bUT I HAVE SHIPPED PIPSQUEAK AND LUNA SINCE BIRTH HECK ALL OF U i think their Plausible dynamic is so Complex and gucci I LOVE IT it wasn't like luna Raised Him or anything they wouldnt be in each others lives a lot while pip was a kid but luna always had this like,,,,, gratitude for him from That One Time AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP WOULD HIT OFF IMMEDIATELY EITHER IT WAS KINDA THIS GRADUAL THING THAT HAPPENED they'd probs talk A Lot on walks, pip might have joined the royal guard maybe???? luna would highkey crush on him but kinda be really subtle and distant around him Shed Never Be The One To Initiate Anything Between Them i imagine shed be pretty hesitant to suggest Anything with pip bc its WEIRD when ur DATING A PRINCESS THEIR RELATIONSHIP IMPORTANTLY WOULD BE KEPT A SECRET BASICALLY THE WHOLE TIME, there wouldn't be much use of making it public anyway celestia would be against the relationship but support her sister nonetheless probably due to her own experience with similar matters they'd probs talk about aging and immortality, but pip would insist on leaving it be and basically dealing with it when they got there luna basically Always has this worried look on her when their being intimate but she loves him amen, eventually she feels the feels and loosens up a bit im definitely wanting to kill him off in a large battle or something because suffering is my kink and then she may or may not have a kid of his afterwords RIDICULED

UUUUUH SCORPAN AND TWILIGHT IS SO HECKGING CUTE TO ME I LOVE IT SO MUCH i first really saw the ship presented to me from Dunefilly on DA i hecking love A LOT OF HER SHIPS amen amen i feel like scorpan would return to equestria after hearing of starswirl's reappearance along with the other ancient elements along the way he'd stay many places and hear of stories involving a particular band of ponies infamous for spreading the power of friendship across the land; he'd delve more into it the more he learned, eventually it became the sole purpose of his journey to ponyville underneath being reunited with his close friend thats what that one doodle is anyway of that first interaction he'd have with twilight upon his arrival not long after he meets with starswirl with twilight taking him to him, though scorpan almost immediately points out the tension between the two ponies, specifically pointing out star swirl's degrading attitude toward the alicorn which had toned down a bit though not by much eventually in the reunion scorpan would probably stand up for twilight after starswirl bashing her rookie mistakes too many times, kinda like what starlight did but with a little more personal research to back up the claim on a lighter note the two would spend a lot of time relaying information to each other from their contrasting travels, etc etc i always felt like twilight needed an equal of sorts in a partner that wouldn't necessarily lean toward argument and rather socratic debate lmao also from what the comic shows of him when he was younger i feel like he'd really grow in confidence over the years and grow a capability to help others in that regard

celestia and YOUNG STARSWIRL would Totally be a fling starswirls so busy-minded and serious all the time, obviously has no friends basically LIKE TWILIGHT ORIGINALLY i imagine celestias a total flirt with stallions in general but i love the idea of her trying Literally Everything to get deadpan starswirl to SMIRK he's a little heartless though and celestias lonely so it works it'd be a long-term fling since theyre around each other so often though after he disappeared and then later reappeared many years later what little interest there was in the relationship was lost between both of them by the time they met up again celestia would gladly rekindle the flame though THERES REALLY NOTHING SENTIMENTAL TO THEM THOUGH i feel like dislestia as a ship is REALLY OVERDONE but man is she a ho for GRAY COLOR SCHEMED MEN, i love it bUT I WANT TO DO OTHER THINGS even in her personality like,,,, she too is constantly busy so i dont think shed have time for anything outside of the occasional one night stand

quibble pants and rainbow dash are so cute to mEEEEE RD seemed really fitting with a Not Sporty Guy plus she's the element of [Loyalty] so dang she committed to this corny guy quibbles really supportive of his gf and goes to whatever events he can without Dying it took him a while to believe shed saved the world multiple times probably this is impORTANT

AND LASTLY BECAUSE I SELF INDULGE CHERRY JUBILEE IS MY FAVORITE HORSE SO I GOTTA SHIP HER I KNOW SHE HAS A COMIC WHERE I THINK SHE GETS ENGAGED AT THE END I FORGET???? implying That Doesnt Work Out I LOOOOOOVE the idea of her and troubleshoes being a thing they seem really Streetcar Named Desire to me but NOT HECKIGN INSANE just like a really ditzy girl who's pretty and a big guy to protect her and help in her cherry orchards amen

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