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pastelkunoichi · 5 years

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If You Love Me, Let Me Go [Ch. 1]

[Joe!John Deacon x Olivia May]

A/N: So, I feel like I rambled a lot with the whole beginning of this, so I’m going to put my thoughts concise right here: Liv is extremely awkward when it comes to John because she actually likes him and doesn’t want to mess it up, which explains why the two of them can never maintain a long conversation. She’s very forward in her conversations and presence, and she’s afraid that will scare John off, but scaring him off isn’t a concern of hers while she’s drunk. We stan a set of awkward cuties. Also, just so we’re all on the same page, this takes place during right before the second Queen US tour, whenever the hell that was lmao.

There wasn’t a day that went by in which Olivia wasn’t doing something with at least one of the band members. Be it going out to dinner, sitting around listening to them practice or helping them write songs, or simply just getting drunk and/or high while hanging out around her flat.

On this particular day, she was lying upside down on her sofa with Roger, the both of them staring at the ceiling and passing a joint back and forth. It was midday, nothing much in particular going on that day, but the two of them were pretty much inseparable anyway so it was no surprise that the two of them were getting high together.

Roger took a long drag from the blunt before handing it back, his eyes falling shut as he exhaled the smoke toward the ceiling. Liv took it and sighed, hitting off of it quickly before almost starting to choke on the smoke once the phone across the room from her started to ring. Her eyes widened and she pretty much pushed the joint back into Roger’s hand, leaping off the couch and going for the phone immediately.

“Hello?” She spoke as she picked it up, twirling the cord around her finger subconsciously.

“Liv.” It was Brian. “Is Roger with you?”

“Mmmmhm.” She dragged out the first part, resting her hip against the wall casually and glancing over at the man in question. “Do you need him?” Roger perked up from the couch, pointing at himself with a raised brow.

“No, I don’t need him. But the band and I need the both of you. Impromptu writing session in John’s basement, Freddie is insisting on everyone being there. He’ll be pissed if you two don’t show up.” Olivia let out a sigh upon hearing Brian’s words, her head going back now to rest against the wall.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been to John’s, could you te-” Liv was cut off from asking for directions by Brian, who seemed a bit impatient at the moment.

“Roger can get you here. Just show up, please.” And the line went dead fairly quickly after that.

Hanging up the phone, Liv wandered slowly over to Roger, taking his hand and pulling him off of the couch. “We’ve got to go to John’s for some writing session scheduled by Freddie, or the entire band is going to have a conniption fit, it sounds.” Liv muttered to Roger, reaching up to tuck some of his hair behind his ear before making a b-line for the door.

Roger snagged his car keys off of Liv’s coffee table before following her out the door, draping an arm around her shoulder as the two of them walked out of her building.

“Fred’s idea, huh?” Roger broke the silence, earning a nod from Olivia as she leaned against him.

“Guess so. I dunno what’s so important, however.” Arriving at the car, she slipped into the passenger seat and lazily rested her head against the window. “I know Brian was talking about wanting to get some more songs finished before you all went on your next tour, but I didn’t think it would be this urgent.”

Roger made an annoyed sound in his throat, starting the car and heading off in the direction of John’s. He didn’t live too terribly far from Liv’s flat, and they pulled up within a reasonable amount of time. Freddie was immediately at the door when he saw the car pull up, motioning for the two of them to get inside eagerly. Once in, Olivia took a quick look around, before being beckoned over my Mary. Liv plopped down into the woman’s lap casually, looking around at the others.

“Alright, so what’s going on? Why did we have to rush over here?” Roger asked, taking a drag from a cigarette he had lit on the way over.

“Our next US tour has been moved up, and a few more shows have been added because of that.” Brian began with, tapping his fingers against the notepad he held between his hands. Olivia’s eyebrows shot up, before they furrowed together.

“What do you mean, moved up? When do you leave now?” She blurted, leaning forward in Mary’s lap.

“Two days.” Freddie answered, causing both Olivia and Roger’s mouths to fall open.

“That’s why we’ve got to get writing.” John spoke up from his perch on a stool, bass in hand so he could start messing around with rhythm’s.

Liv’s eyes darted to him when he spoke, catching his gaze briefly before he looked away. She smirked softly before feeling Mary pinch her side playfully, causing her to swat at her and slip out of her lap and onto the cushion next to her.

The boys all collectively clustered together, papers being exchanged and pens getting to work. Olivia’s eyes were, of course, glued to John like any normal day.

Mary leaned in, resting her chin on Liv’s shoulder so that she could whisper into her ear. “You’ve got to stop staring at him, you’re going to give him a complex.” She giggled, causing the younger May to elbow her friend in the stomach.

“I am not staring at him!” She protested, only to feel someone come up behind her on the sofa, leaning into her other ear to whisper.

“You definitely are, love.” It was Freddie, shooting her a knowing look before joining the other members of the band again. He had snuck behind the two to grab another pencil when he overheard their conversation, deciding to give his two cents.

“Why don’t you...I don’t know, try talking to him once in a while? You’re clearly interested. You literally never take your eyes off of him. Even Brian’s beginning to notice.” Mary suggested, throwing her feet into Liv’s lap to get comfortable.

She went silent for a while, resting her head against the back of the couch and scrunching her nose up. Liv was about to say something to Mary when both Roger and Freddie walked over, shoving some sort of alcoholic drink into both of the girls’ hands. Mary looked confused, but Liv downed it in one go, needing it if she was going to try to make conversation with John at all that night.

The bassist was quiet, shy even, and Liv wasn’t used to dealing with men like that. How could she even possibly start a conversation with him that wasn’t doomed to fail, considering their personalities were clearly completely different? Awkward small talk was not something she wanted to engage in no matter who she was talking to, at least not anymore, after so man failed attempts.

“I suppose I’ll get you another drink, then.” Roger replied as he watched the one he had just given her completely disappear, seeing the look in her eyes.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Rog?” Liv joked.

“Of course not.” He winked, disappearing back into John’s impressive liquor cabinet to concoct something else.

Mary made a face at Liv. “Getting drunk isn’t going to help your chances of a normal conversation with John.” She mothered her, sipping at her own drink.

“And how do you know that? I do my best talking while shitfaced.” Olivia stood up, only to be met by another drink pressed into her palm. Roger disappeared quickly after that, going to converse with the guys who seemed to be deep into thought about something.

A ridiculous amount of brainstorming and liquor later, it was well past midnight and everyone was either exhausted or completely hammered. Mary had left hours ago, shooed out with promises from Freddie that they would be done soon. That was three hours ago, and finally after the fourth phone call from Mary to John’s house, Freddie was out the door and on his way home to her.

Brian left soon after him, muttering something about having to get up early for a prior commitment and how he should have been in bed hours ago, not spending his time getting nothing done with the band. And by nothing, he meant exactly (1) song, and nothing else.

Roger seemingly forgot all about Liv and the fact he drove her there as he hastily exited John’s house, probably having forgotten about some woman he promised to meet, leaving the fairly drunk girl alone with the man she couldn’t ever figure out how to talk to.

Liv stood awkwardly from the couch, crossing her arms over her chest as she blinked over at John, who was placing his bass away delicately. He turned around and their eyes met, his going a bit wide at the fact that she was still stood in his basement with him. He figured Roger would have dragged her out behind him, but that was clearly not the case. Now he was flustered, unable to avoid conversation.

John has always been interested in Liv, it was just the fact that they could never carry on a conversation past the two minute point. He wasn’t blunt like Roger, couldn’t just tell her that he wanted to learn every inch of her body in the span of the next three hours. Wasn’t smooth like Brian in being able to say all of that without sounding like a complete idiot or getting punched. And he definitely wasn’t as eccentric as Freddie, being able to captivate her attention immediately and keep her interested for the hours to come. No, he was John. Outwardly kind, but slightly sassy when you got to know him, and definitely not great at ice breakers.

Clearing her throat awkwardly as the two of them stared at each other, Liv was the first one to speak. “So, uh, I’m definitely extremely shitfaced at the moment, like so much so I shouldn’t even be able to acknowledge how drunk I am right now, so clearly I really shouldn’t be going anywhere by myself, and since Roger lef-” Liv was clearly rambling on like an idiot, and this caused John’s lips to twitch into a smile.

“You’re welcome to stay here, Liv.” John spoke, blinking at her and crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ve not exactly got a guest room, but you could have my bed and I’ll take the couch.” He offered, nodding toward the stairs to take her up to his room.

“Absolutely not, I could never take your bed from you, and definitely not in your own damn home.” Liv protested, following after him slowly. Once she got to the bottom of the stairs she eyed them like they were the most intimidating things in the world, before carefully attempting to go up them. She was successful, right up until reaching the top step.

Liv stumbled face first, completely preparing herself to bite the dust, but a set of hands had darted out to catch her. Being pulled up and coming face to face with John far too quickly for her drunk minds comfort, she stumbled back from him in intoxicated shock.

“Fuck, uhm, thank you.” She muttered out quickly, cheeks flushing in absolute embarrassment. “I don’t mean to be a complete mess, it just comes with the territory.” What exactly that meant was up to his interpretation.

John smiled gently at her, shaking his head in amusement as he continued to guide her toward his room, despite her protests of not wanting to take his bed.

As they entered, she pouted at him and crossed her arms over her chest. “What did I say, Deacon?”

“Well, after that near wipe out you had, I think it’s far safer if you’re cozied up in my bed.” He said matter of factly.

Not exactly having an argument, something flickered behind her eyes. “Cozy up with me, then.”

John’s mouth snapped shut and his eyes widened, nostrils flaring as he tried to think of some kind of intelligent response to that.

When he didn’t respond, Olivia groaned. “God, John, you and I have clearly been beating around the bush with ever talking to each other. This has been going on for several fucking months. So, just man up and sleep with me.” Her eyes widened at what she said, not meaning it in the way it sounded. “Completely clothed. With no funny business. You know what, maybe I should actually just see myself out…” Liv pointed toward the door, beginning to leave, but John’s hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“Do you always ramble this much when you’re drunk?” He asked softly, gazing at her in an amused fashion, removing the jacket he was wearing over his T-Shirt.

“That’s more of a question for Roger since half of the time I don’t remember what I do while I’m drunk, but I’m going to say that yes, yes I do ramble this much. Is it annoying? See, this is why I don’t really ever get drunk in front of people I fancy, because I make a complete fool of myself and wow, I’m still talking, aren’t I?” Olivia felt as if she should punch herself in the face, but the entertained look on John’s face told her that he wasn’t annoyed, instead very amused by this whole situation.

“I’ll sleep with you. Completely clothed, no funny business.” John’s lips twitched up into a smirk as he spoke, pulling back the sheets and patting for her to get in.

“Okay but...maybe a little bit of funny business?” Liv raised a brow, clearly having no idea what she was saying anymore.

“Get in bed and go to sleep, Olivia.” John chuckled, slipping into the bed, making sure that she got in successfully before flicking the lamp off.

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