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Always family; John Deacon x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Hello all, I just wanted to share with you all ANOTHER Queen fic. Now this one here is pretty long so I’m sorry not sorry for the longness of this fic but it had to be done. Thought I’d dip my toe into the platonic Queen fics (besides my Rock Angel series) since requests will open up soon. I just want to catch up on all the requests that came to me over Winter break that the anons have been waiting so patiently on before I accept any new ones. So in this fic you the lovely reader are the cousin to this Disco man, but you both act more like brother-sister as you will soon see. Hope you all enjoy this little fic :)

Warnings: Family abandonment (IF THIS TRIGGERS ANYONE PLEASE DON’T STRAIN YOURSELF TO READ IT), angst, swearing, fluff, Paul prenter (Ugh) and the loveable and NASTY QUEENIES :) Enjoy my lovely darlings ;)

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*Nov. 1974, Live at the Rainbow*

It was another successful concert at the Rainbow theater. Queen had once again performed a killer performance, and Brian now finally feeling better after his hepatitis scare knew he was ready to get back on stage and he performed his heart out to make up for what he had to miss while in the hospital.

The three main lead vocalists Freddie, Brian and Roger were heading towards their dressing room when they noticed someone sitting outside the door of their dressing room. She appeared to be about 15 possibly 16, had long (h/c) with platinum blonde highlights. She wore a white crop top shirt, black leather jacket, denim blue jeans and high-heeled boots similar to what their bass player always wore.

They also took notice around her neck was a camera and she was also fiddling around with it, instantly knowing exactly how to operate it. Freddie turned to Roger and teased out.

“Look Roger darling, the girl you ordered finally came.” Roger hit Freddie’s shoulder and told him to fuck off while Brian walked up to the girl and asked.

“Excuse me?” She looked up from her camera and they also saw that she was blowing up a bubble from the gum that she had been chewing. She deflated the bubble as Brian said, “Can we help you?”

“Oh sorry I was just waiting for Deacy.” She responded before going back to her camera.

“You know John?” asked Roger.

“Do I know him? Of course I know him he—oh I get it. Typical Deacy, never likes to talk about me to his friends, thinks I’ll embarrass him or something.” She started off before trailing off into a teasing tone. The three Queen members were still confused to just who exactly this young girl was. She then gestured to herself as she continued, “I’m (Y/n) Deacon, Deacy’s cousin.” She then dug into her jean pocket and innocently held out a packet of gum as she said, “Gum?”

*My POV*

Hello people and beyond! The name’s (y/n) Deacon. I was born March 7th, 1959. And before you ask, yes I am related to John Richard Deacon bass player of Queen. He’s my older cousin but if you ask me he’s been more like a brother to me than my cousin.

In fact it was Deacy who got me interested in electrics, so much so that I’ve taken photography classes in school and then once I get into University I hope to major in photography. In fact the camera I always carry with me around my neck, Deacy actually got it for me three years ago on my 13th birthday.

I had heard about his little band from aunt Lillian and of course from my friends. Now that Queen is starting to gain that spotlight of fame, I took the first bus I could in order to check and see if my dear Deacy hadn’t forgotten about me.

I was now sitting on the couch in the guys’ dressing room, Freddie was sitting close to me and I spoke up.

“Okay see that’s where I draw the line with cats, I mean c’mon who would want a hairless cat? It’s like you just turned a cat inside out and said, ‘here’s your new baby’. Plus if you leave it in the winter it’ll turn into a cat-cicle. But if you leave it out in the summer heat then it’ll be a sunburnt naked mole rat.”

“Brian, Roger make note of this that we are keeping this girl because she gets cat logic.” Freddie claimed as he wrapped an arm around me bringing me close in a one armed hug. I smiled and blushed slightly hiding my head bashfully. We soon heard the door open and finally entering inside the dressing room was the Disco man himself.

“Deacy darling you’ve got some serious explaining to do.” Freddie proclaimed as if he were giving a proclamation. Wide-eyed and startled like a deer in headlights he looked between his bandmates and that’s when Brian spoke up.

“Like why you didn’t tell us about your cousin?” I then made myself known by waving to John and telling him hi. Finally taking notice of me, Deacy smiled and came over to me while I met him half way and the two of us hugged each other after not seeing him for a good couple of years now.

“What are you doing here?”

“What you didn’t think I’d miss the opportunity to miss my cousin performing on stage and finally get to see what all the fuss was about, now did yah?” I teased as I playfully shoved him.

“Did my mum drop you off?”

“Well actually I sorta begged her to get me a bus pass here to London.”

“You mean to tell me you came here all by yourself?” he demanded.

“Deaks I’m not a little girl anymore, I can take care of myself.” He sighed and said as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

“I know you can, you know I just worry about you. Old habits die hard you know?”

“Gosh Deacy, who would’ve thought you were so overprotective? And here I thought you were the docile one.” teased Roger.

“Piss off Roger.” Defended Deacy.

“So (y/n), I’m just looking at these photographs of the concert and they are really good. Did you always want to be a photographer?” Brian said trying to change the conversation.

“Thanks Brian. And to answer your question not always. But I got interested in it at around 10 maybe 11 years old. It just started off taking pictures of the family dog Buddy and some birds, a few family outings but then when I turned 13 that’s when my interest in photography began to rise. In fact Deacy gave me this exact camera and showed me how to work out all the technical stuff with it for my 13th birthday.”

“I must say these are impressive. I would’ve thought a professional would’ve taken these.” Stated Roger as he picked up a photo.

“Aww come on you guys…..”

“No we’re serious (y/n) dear, you’ve got a gift.” Freddie said.

“That’s what I’ve always been telling her.” Said Deacy with a warm smile as he playfully ruffled my hair. I smiled at them and thanked them.

For the rest of the night I got to know the rest of the members of Queen, not just as rock stars, but as my cousin’s best friends. Most people know them as these four handsome young men trying to become famous rockstars, but I got to know their true selves. Brian the smart astrophysicist interested in all things regarding the universe who made his dissertation about stardust.

Roger who is known to most as the ‘heartthrob, womanizing, air-headed and stubborn drummer’ when actually he’s an intelligent person who first started off with dentistry (to which both Deacy and Brian teased him about) but then changed his profession to biology. The first drummer to ever truly tune his drums before playing them.

And of course the front man Freddie Mercury. Most people think he’s always the extravagant person both on and off stage, when in reality he’s just a humble, loving human being who studied design, loves cats and has his insecurities just like everyone else.

I knew from that night that I was going to see these boys not just as my cousin’s friends, but also an extended family.

3 years passed and any chance I got I would visit the boys during holiday breaks or stay with Deacy during the summers. I even got the chance to go with them to Rockfield farm when they recorded “A Night at the Opera” because I was assigned a summer project for my photography class. And when EMI saw my pictures, they actually hired me an internship with them to be the band’s official photographer.

Now that I am done with high school, I’m just waiting for the autumn to start so that I can officially start my University career in photography. The boys have definitely given me good practice for my camera work, doing pictures both on stage and for behind the scenes whether through the tours or them in the studio recording.

They’re rowdy and silly but it’s awesome to see them work and I actually get to see the genius machine that is Queen on how they create their music.

We were currently in the studio and the boys were recording their newest song “We are the Champions”. I was getting the best pictures that I could that the record company was asking for me. Some of the pictures included them in the booth rehearsing, or Freddie along with the sound technician at the sound table messing with the buttons and track, getting it to fit his vision.

Since they were on a strict deadline to get the song recorded, it meant more hours in the studio, hours that not even I could last very long with. I yawned softly when I felt a tap at my shoulder. I looked up to see Deacy standing beside me.

“You ready to head home?” I yawned again and nodded tiredly. “Alright missy, let’s get you home and into bed.” I moaned tiredly and raised my arms out and said.

“Carry me.”

“Are both your legs broken?” he teased. I let out a tired whine.

“You’re mean Deacy.”

“C’mon you get up. I know you can do it.”

“Too tired to get up.” I groaned.

“Then allow me your royal majesty.” I heard Freddie say as I was then picked up princess style and I wrapped my arms around Freddie’s neck. “That better darling?”

“I love you Fred.” I stated bluntly.

“You’re going to spoil her too much Fred.” Deacy said.

“Oh come off it Deacy, she’s a darling and she’s been working so hard she deserves this.”

“Yeah Deacy, I deserve this. Why can’t you be more like Freddie?”

“Because I know when to set limits for you.” I stuck my tongue out at him and then I was carried out of the studio and placed into Deacy’s Volvo. Deacy followed suit and we all bid each other a goodnight and soon Deacy pulled out of the parking lot and drove us back home.

We both entered quietly so that we didn’t wake up either Veronica or baby Bobby. Deacy and I kissed each other goodnight and I went to my guest room and got out of my jeans, didn’t even bother to get out of my shirt and just plopped on my bed and went to sleep.

The next day was like any other day, the guys had just gotten done finishing the final touches to “We are the Champions” and we were all celebrating. Roger uncorked the bottle of wine and poured the guys a drink while I got some non-alcoholic cider, but I knew that Roger would let me sneak in a sip of wine when Deacy wasn’t looking. As we were all gathered around just sharing stories and what not, it was then Paul came in and said.

“Freddie, boys there’s someone here to see you.” Roger and I looked at each other and he muttered.

“Hopefully the police to take him away for being an utter annoyance.” I snickered softly which made Paul glare at me and that’s when he said.

“Come on in Mrs.” And soon walking into the studio was someone I thought I’d never see again. My body tensed up and my heart sunk, it felt like I had gotten punched in the gut and had all the air knocked out of me as a blast from the past came back and stood before this very room.

Her familiar (h/c) now shorter than I remembered but she still kept it the same style, her (e/c) looking right at me. She looked a bit more run down than from what I remembered, probably got involved in drugs since that’s the big thing nowadays.

“Hello (y/n).” She started off. I stood up and just glared at her. “God you’ve—you’ve grown up so fast.” She tried to lighten up the mood. Really? How dare she come back after all these years. In fact how did she find out where I was? I walked out of the room avoiding another glance at her and slammed the door loud behind me.

*John’s POV*

“So…..where are the groceries?” I demanded.

“John please—”

“No, no I really want to know. Because you’re finally here, but I see no groceries.” I stood up and continued as I walked up towards her, “I mean that’s what you said when you dropped her off with mum, your sister. But news flash Katherine. You’re 15 years too late!” I now stood face to face with her, hell I almost lost my composure and wanted to hit her so hard.

“Whoa, whoa Deacy take it easy! Take it easy!” Brian said pulling me away from her.

“Deacy darling you’ve never acted this way before, just who is this woman?”

“Unfortunately she’s my mum’s younger sister. My aunt……”

“(Y/n)’s mother.” She finished.

“No, no, no! You lost that right when you abandoned her that day!” I snapped.

“Deacy calm down, calm down.” Brian said as he placed his hand to my chest trying to get me to calm down, but at this point I knew nothing would.

“Why are you here? How did you even know she’d be here?” I demanded.

“I’ve known how close you both were when you were kids, so I figured that she’d be with you. And when I heard about where Queen does their rehearsals I thought I’d get clearance, thanks to Mr. Prenter, he allowed me to come and see her.”

Bloody hell of course Paul would play a part in this. He’s always hated (y/n) hanging around, talking about her like she was a distraction from the band. Of course (y/n) never took anything lying down.

Much like Roger, hell in fact all her life when she needed and wanted to, she could be a right up trickster. Her pranks were always over the top but brilliantly planned and well executed.

I would know because I was unfortunately a victim to some of those pranks, but then again I also helped form some of those pranks on say like heart-breaking, back-stabbing boyfriends, stab in the back best friends, you know those types of people.

I then left the booth and tried to find (y/n). I searched and searched but I couldn’t find her anywhere, that was until I heard sniffling from the janitor’s closet.

I pressed my ear against the door and I knew without a doubt that (y/n) was behind the door. I lightly knocked on it and she stopped crying and choked out.

“Please go away.” I knew words wouldn’t convince her to come out, so I did the next best thing that always seemed to at least put a smile on her face, even when I couldn’t see it.

I went into the next room and managed to find some paper and a pen and I raced back towards the janitor’s closet and wrote something down on the paper before sliding it under the door.

*My POV*

How could she? How could she suddenly decide to show up after all these years? How the hell did she even find me? I kept crying all alone in the janitor’s closet, having the broom against the handle so that no one could come in. I heard a knock so I just told whoever it was to go away.

I heard footsteps walking away so I figured they got the message, but then I heard footsteps again and then something was tossed underneath the crack of the door. It was a piece of paper. I slowly crawled up halfway out of my spot to grab the sheet of paper and unfolded it to see a very familiar little rhyme.

Oh won’t you come out little Dale.

Don’t you weep and tell me your tale.

Deacy. Whenever I was so upset that I would hide away in either a closet or under the sink, he’d always write me a silly but comforting note that always first opened with those two lines.

Sometimes that was all it took for me to open the door and talk to him, other times we’d just pass notes back and forth between the door until I was ready to come out. Since there wasn’t a writing utensil at all in here, I was forced to remove the broom and slowly open the door.

The first thing I saw his hand being held out for me to take. I slowly reached my hand out from the door and took his hand. He always knew that whenever I got this upset to never push me. I felt his thumb rub and stroke over the top of my hand, his other fingers gently intertwining with my own in various different ways trying to give me the best comfort he could till I finally had the courage to come out.

Finally I opened up the closet.

I immediately hugged Deacy and he hugged me back and I whimpered out.

“I’m sorry I pulled a Roger move.”

“Shhhh. It’s alright my little nightingale. Unlike Roger’s temper tantrum over a strange car song, you have a better excuse. I’m so sorry love I had no idea it would be her.”

“I know you didn’t have anything to do with this. It’s just—”

“No I know. I know. Believe me love, I gave her a piece of my mind after all these years. All for you.”

“Why couldn’t you have been my real brother Deacy?” he softly laughed and said as he stroked through my hair.

“I may be your cousin by blood (n/n). But to me you’ve always been the sister I’ve always wanted. And that’ll never change, you hear me?” he cupped my face into his hands. He wiped my tears as I nodded and hugged him, burying my face into his shoulder. “We’ll get through this together dove, just like we’ve always done.”

Days passed and Deacy made sure that if my mum came anywhere near me trying to start a conversation, either he or the lads would come in and save me with a ‘task’ to do, just to spare me more agony and pain, especially since she kept coming over to the studio every day and was always in the same room as I was in.

However one day when guys all had to record their parts for a new song, I was looking at all my photos when I heard her voice say.

“(Y/n)?” I froze and turned around to see my mum standing there, blocking my only exit. I stood up and said.

“Stay away from me!”

“Please just hear me out, please! Give me 2 minutes.” I looked down at my watch and said.

“1.58” telling her that her time was ticking.

“I know that—I haven’t been the best mother. After your father left us I thought I could do well by you but I guess I was wrong. I never left you because I didn’t love you, I left you because I loved you too much to put you in what I was living under. I could barely keep the mortgage on the house, we would’ve been homeless. I couldn’t do that to you. I thought that by leaving you with my sister, you’d get a better chance. Much more than you could have with me.”

“Then why didn’t you visit me? Why didn’t you call?” I asked as tears filled my eyes.

“I was a mess I—I got into some serious trouble and had to try and work them out. If they found out I had a child, then they’d use you against me. I couldn’t let them do that. But I do have something to show you,” she dug into her purse and pulled out a photograph. She walked up to me and held it out for me. “Look at this picture, just look at it.”

I looked between her and the picture until I finally took it and turned it over and was shocked to see what the picture was.

It was a picture of me at my secondary school decathlon. It was the championship competition and I had gotten the last question correct which made our school the first time in decades win a decathlon.

“You—you were there?”

“Yes, you were always such a clever girl, I knew if anyone could get your school the win it’d be you.” I just stared at her in shock, even though I hadn’t seen her since I was a child, she still was there watching over me. “I—I got more pictures like that in the apartment that I’m stay at, if you’d like you could come over and see them.”

“Really?” she nodded with a soft smile. “And I was also wondering that after you’re done with work, do you—wanna get a drink or something? Coffee? Do you like coffee?”

“I love coffee.” I said.

“Great, I know this one coffee shop in downtown.”

And for the first time, I was starting to slowly reforge a bond with my mother.

As the weeks passed and the two of us got to know each other a little more, hanging out after work, going to the clubs, and going to the mall shopping for clothes. Of course I had to buy them but hell we were using Deacy’s card and he didn’t seem to mind at all. So long as we didn’t go crazy and spend all his hard-earned money at once.

And true to her word, my mum did in fact have pictures of almost all my main important events that have happened in my life. My first swim team competition, my school play freshman year, even my high school graduation.

Every important even, she was there.

One day she had came over to Deacy and Veronica’s place and we were both sitting on the couch. The two of us laughing and looking at all of the photos I’ve taken since I’ve been with the guys, explaining each and every picture.

“There us at Rockfield farm studios, Roger was messing around with the chickens, which I told him not to, then next thing he knew the rooster was chasing after him for over 15 minutes.”

“Wow, I must say these are probably the best taken pictures I’ve seen, you’ve really got a gift.”

“Yeah, Deacy says that all the time.” She sat there silent and she said.

“Hey how do you feel about road trips?” I looked at her and said.

“You’re looking at someone whose toured with the biggest band all over the world. A simple road trip wouldn’t hurt me. You—really mean it? You and me?”

“If you’re interested. Just you and me poppet.”

“I am…..mum.” She smiled and for the first time in a very long time, my mum embraced me. I smiled and wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back.

“We’ll go first thing in the morning.” She told me and I nodded.

*John’s POV*

Seeing (y/n) hugging Kathrine like that made me feel so on edge. In fact this entire time she’s been here I’ve felt this sickening feeling that history was going to repeat itself.

“Deacy?” I turned to see Brian standing behind me. I had invited the lads over for supper and just so that way Katherine would be outnumbered should she try anything.

“If you’re going to tell me to stop spying on them, you might as well leave now.”

“You know—maybe she’s really trying to change. Maybe she did try to come back and patch things up with (y/n).” I turned to him and snarled out.

“She had 15 years to do that, don’t you think if she really cared about her own daughter she’d have come sooner?”

“I know Deacy and I’m not jumping to any conclusions yet but, from what I’ve seen so far. (Y/n) seems to really want to be with her mother. Maybe you could try to let go of the past and see that Katherine is seemingly wanting to change. At least do it for (y/n).”

“Everything I do is for her. I just—I just don’t want to see her get hurt again. For three years when she was first dropped off at my home, she always asked me ‘when’s mummy coming back?’ At the end of the three years by the time I was a teenager I just snapped and told her that she abandoned her. I felt awful in the way I had to explain it, took me over a week to finally get her to talk back to me. And I don’t know what’ll happen if she tries to leave her again.”

“I know mate, I know.” Brian wrapped an arm around me trying to get me to cheer up as I watched with a heavy heart as Katherine and (y/n) were planning out their summer road trip.

It was early the next morning, I woke up to the sounds of Robert getting fussy and felt Veronica stir beside me.

“I’ve got him love.”

“But you took care of him last time.”

“For you my darling, I would always take care of our children if it meant you could still sleep.” I kissed her temple down to her neck before getting up and heading over to Robert’s room. “Alright my boy, what’s going on with you hmm?” I picked him up and he babbled.

“Hungwy dada.” Since Robert couldn’t quite get his R’s right they always sounded like w’s. I smiled and said as I picked him up and held him in my arms.

“Okay buddy, what shall it be today hmm? Cheese on toast?”

“No yucky dada.”

“How dare you! Cheese on toast is a wonderful dish, you take that back mister man.” I teased as I began to tickle his sides making him laugh. He squirmed in my hold and that’s when I saw the silhouette of aunt Katherine walking down the stairs.

I narrowed my eyes and peeked out of Robert’s bedroom door and swore I saw a suitcase in her hand. I told Robert to go over to our room and stay with his mum while I went down to see just exactly she thought she was doing.

I silently walked down the stairs and saw her with the suitcase and she was about to grab her purse when I stopped her and said.

“Going out shopping again, Katherine?” she froze in her spot and turned around towards me and said.

“John I—I didn’t expect to see you up so early; I would’ve thought the tour exhausted you out.”

“Oh it did, but then again when my child needs me I’m always there for them. So where is it to this time?”

“Actually it’s not what you think. Work called in and I’ve got to check in on some things.”

“And what about the big road trip you and (y/n) had planned? Hmm? Were you going to let her in on your business?” I snapped.

“I was actually going to have you tell her for me.” She said. I rolled my eyes and turned away from her shaking my head.

“I knew it.” I muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“You almost had me convinced. Almost I mean you finally convinced (y/n) but not anymore! I knew you could never change. You abandoned her once before and I knew that if you ever came back into her life again, you’d do it all over again!” My voice raising up louder and angrier than I ever thought I could go.

“John?” Veronica soon came down with Robert in her arms and the lads were right behind her as well, probably hearing my yelling.

“Jeez Deaks its barely 7 o’clock, what the hell is with all the yelling?” Questioned Roger.

“Katherine’s leaving (y/n) again.” I stated. They all turned to her and Veronica said.

“Is this true Katherine?”

“And it gets better, she’s wanting me to tell (y/n) the road trip they both planned out together is cancelled instead of telling her herself.” I made sure to point out.

“It’s just business Veronica dear, if you were in my shoes you’d do the same. I promise I’ll keep better in touch this time.”

“Took you 15 years just to get back in touch.” I said. Seeing the look on my wife’s and my friends’ faces they finally got to see what I had seen all those years ago. From what I had told them, now they finally got to see it. Veronica holding our son walked up to her and said.

“Katherine, if you walk out of (y/n)’s life now…..don’t you ever come back.” With that she walked back up the stairs passing the guys. All was silent before I spoke up.

“May I have a moment alone with her?” I could already feel the tension from them. I knew the guys were just as angry as I was because they cared for (y/n) as much as I did, even after knowing her after just 3 years. I heard them walk away until finally it was just Katherine and I in my front hallway. “Sit down.”

“I don’t have time for this John—”

“I said sit down Katherine!” I snapped as I finally turned back towards her and just saw her back as her hand was on the doorknob ready to walk out. She sighed heavily and walked right past me and sat down on the living room couch.

I walked over toward her and sighed heavily and finally spoke my mind.

“You know; (y/n) was doing just fine until you showed up. But now that you’re back, you have responsibility for her.”

“Look I came back for her—”

“Oh bull. BULLSHIT!!” I yelled at her. “(Y/n) is not some purse that you hang up on a rack and then pick her up whenever you’re ready to use it. Her life goes on! She’s not supposed to be there for you, you’re supposed to be there for her!”

“You get off my back! YOU THINK I WANTED THIS?! IT JUST HAPPENED!!!” She yelled at me as she stood up. Her breathing was sharp and heavy as she tried to explain her reasoning, “After Derek left, I tried my best but it was just too much and I—”

“CUT THE RUBBISH! ALRIGHT! CUT IT!! Cause I’ve been there! But I didn’t run out on Veronica. I was there for her every day because that’s what a real parent does.”

“A real parent!? Fine. Then you’re a better father than my good-for-nothing man was. Hell John you must be better than any man in the world must be! The one in a million golden boy!” She cheered sarcastically. I shook my head at her and turned away from her. “Now are you going to tell (y/n) or not?”

“I’m not gonna do your dirty work for you.”

“Fine. I’ll—I’ll call her from the road then.”

“Yeah you do that.”

“I will.” She then walked out and that’s when we both heard (y/n)’s voice call out.

“Mummsy.” Katherine stopped in her tracks as (y/n) stood in front of me setting her bags down as she said, “You ready to head out?” Katherine turned towards (y/n) and put on that fake persona act and said as she walked up towards her.

“(Y/n) love glad I caught you. Umm…..some business came up that I gotta handle, so we’re gonna have to put our—trip on hold. You understand right?” (Y/n) was silent for a moment before she finally said.

“Yeah, yeah I understand.”

“Oh that’s great, I promise you I had no intention of having this come up.”

“No yeah I understand.”

“And it’ll only just be for a couple of weeks….well maybe even longer.”

“I get it, it’s fine. It’s fine.”

“Look I’ll call you next week and we’ll iron out the details then, okay?” (Y/n) nodded.

I could tell from the second she got the news that (y/n) was heartbroken and I feared that she knew Katherine’s real reason for leaving. She tried to pull off an understanding smile and voice but I could hear the cracks in her voice.

“It was great seeing you again poppet.” Katherine said as she reached out to her but (y/n) shrugged her off as she said.

“You too—Katherine.” She spat out her own mother’s name icily as she stared right at her. Katherine knowing that she had lost her only child once more, sighed solemnly and left without another word, turning her back on (y/n) once more.

“I’m sorry love.” I heard a choked out laugh and that’s when (y/n) said.

“No this actually works out perfectly I mean with the tour about to resume I can get back to practicing before University starts and—”

“(N/n), you don’t have to pretend around me. It’s okay to be angry.” I assured her.

“Mad? Why should I be mad Deacy? I mean at least she said goodbye this time, right? Hell at least this time you won’t have to hear me complain ‘when’s mummy coming home?’ I’m not 4 years old anymore, I can handle it. I—just wish I didn’t waste my damn time building this fucking scrapbook!” She then pulled out from her bag a photo album and glued onto the cover was a recent picture of her and Katherine together.

With all the pictures she’s taken over the years, (y/n)’s other hobby included scrapbooking. I saw that it had been completed decorated and detailed, almost like a professional had made it. She set it down on the table and just glared down at it.

I slowly walked up to her but kept to her space because I knew it was only a matter of time before she would break down and I didn’t want to overwhelm her.

“Darling, you know that if there was anything I could do to make this better—”

“No, no, no, no this works out for the best,” she said as she came up to me looking me right in the eye. “I mean it’s her loss anyway I mean I learned how to ride a bike by myself. Yeah sure the boys laughed at me but I got back up and showed them a thing or two about riding didn’t I?”

“Yes you did love bug.” I said with a fond smile remembering that day.

“And there was a hell of a lot of stuff I did without her. I learned how to shave, how to drive, I got over my first crush and date without her, I did prom without her, I had fifteen great birthdays without her! That bitch never even sent me a damn card. TO HELL WITH HER!!!” She turned and screamed at the door.

God she’s always tried to remain so optimistic about life and everything around her. Always tried to remain strong after being abandoned by both parents, she always tried to go on every day with a smile and a laugh but now she was finally letting all that pain out like a dam bursting.

Hearing her sharp breaths and the tremble in her voice just broke my heart.

“I never needed her then, and I’ll never need her now.” She snapped as she walked away. I softly spoke her name as I reached out and touched her arm. That’s when she turned around and said.

“Nah you know what Deacy? I’m gonna get through college without her. I’ll get my dream job without her. I’ll find me a good guy to be with, and then I’m going to have a whole bunch of kids. I’m gonna be a better mother than she ever was because there’s not a fucking thing she can teach me ABOUT HOW TO LOVE A CHILD!!!”

Her eyes were red from the tears pooling in her eyes and her face morphed from pure rage to brokenhearted with a snap of a finger. It was almost like she had de-aged right before my eyes and was back to being that three year old girl that I once held in my arms whenever she cried about her parents.

“Why didn’t they want me?” At this point I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I immediately wrapped my arms around her and held her as close and as tightly as I could as I felt her wet my shoulder with her tears. Her sobs pierced the room as I felt her go limp against me. The two of us slowly collapsed to our knees but not once did I let my grip on her go loose. I kept hold of her as I rubbed her back and whispered words of love and comfort in her ear.

*3rd Person POV*

Unaware that in behind the door that led to the dining room, Freddie, Roger and Brian stayed and overheard the entire conversation. And overhearing their favorite girl break down like this, broke all their hearts. Freddie wiped away his tears that were flooding down his face, almost ready to break down the door and just hug his little camera girl.

Brian who standing behind Freddie had a hand on his shoulder but he too had tears streaming down his face. While Roger who was had pulled up one of the dining room chairs just a couple inches away from Fred, his back turned towards the door.

He was a mix between pure anger and heartbreak. He wa tempted to knock over the china cabinet but also just break down into tears at hearing his partner in crime cry this much. Never had he heard her make those sounds before and it just hurt him to the core.

Back with John and (y/n), she had finally managed to cry herself to sleep. Deacy slowly picked her up bridal style when the guys decided to come into the living room and the second John saw their red, teary eyes, he knew that they had stayed and overheard everything.

“You heard it all I assume?” John asked more as a statement than a question.

“We didn’t mean to impose John.” Said Brian.

“It’s fine, beats having to tell you guys and having her relive that pain and exhausting myself to repeat the same story.” He said as he looked down at his little cousin. Roger came up towards Deacy and stroked (y/n)’s head.

“The poor dear” Freddie said solemnly.

“Guess you were right about her Deacy.” Brian said.

“There will be plenty of time for ‘I told you so’s’ later, right now I should get (y/n) back into her room so she can get the proper rest she needs.” Deacy then took his cousin upstairs and placed her back in her bed.

He tucked her in and brushed away the hair from her face and lightly kissed her forehead before leaving her room to head back downstairs.

As time went on and it was around late afternoon the guys were still hanging around John’s place, agreeing to stay until (y/n) woke up so that the five of them could have a talk. Veronica who was currently walking up the stairs to check up (y/n) muttered to herself.

“Oh I hope she’s okay.” She got to the door and lightly knocked on it and said, “(Y/n), (y/n) love it’s Veronica, may I come in?” She heard nothing. She knocked again and said, “(Y/n)?” when she didn’t get a response, she opened the door to see a shocking sight.

The bedsheets had been turned over and the bedroom window was open, the curtains blowing with the wind.

“Oh no, John!” she cried out as she raced back down the stairs. The boys heard footsteps running down the stairs and when they saw Veronica, the first thing they saw was her frantic state. John immediately went up to his wife holding her arms and said.

“Love calm down, what’s going on?”

“(Y/n)’s is missing.”

“What? What do you mean missing?!” demanded Roger.

“I went to check on her but when I opened the door she wasn’t in her room. The window was open and—” without getting another word, the four bandmates raced up the stairs to see that Veronica was telling the truth. She came up behind them as Deacy and Brian raced towards the window and looked down.

“She must’ve scaled down using the pipes along the house.” Suggested Brian.

“My darlings, her bag is gone.” Freddie stated as he stood by the closet and sure enough the bags that she had used for the upcoming road trip were gone.

“She could be anywhere by now.” Brian said but then I snapped.

“She could be out of the country for all we know because we don’t know how long she’s been gone for!”

“Deacy calm down.” Roger said.

“I swear if anything happens to that girl, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Don’t worry darling we’ll find her.” Fred assured me as he placed a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll turn London upside down if we have too to find her.”

We then split up into teams. I called my mum first to take care of Robert and watch over him then once she took care of him Veronica and I checked in the square, Fred took the studio, and Brian and Roger took the park.

It was an endless search trying to find her, and I pray to God we find her alive. It would be dark soon and all the freaks and psychopaths love to come out at night.

*3rd Person POV*

It was hours into the search and sunset would soon be near and still no one had found any signs of (y/n). After search the studio, Fred decided to help Brian and Roger in the park while Deacy and Veronica tried the mall, hoping that maybe (y/n) had gone inside since it was getting dark soon.

Fred and Brian teamed up together to search one side of the park while Roger was near by the lake searching on his own. It was then he took notice of something underneath the bridge nearby. He quickly ran towards the bridge and low and behold he had found (y/n).

She was huddled under the bridge, her knees tucked in close to her body sniffling softly. Roger took notice of the tearstains on her face and he felt his heart break once more. He cautiously approached her and knelt down beside her and softly said her name.

*My POV*

I sniffled and felt more tears run down my face. I thought that I had finally found a place to cry in peace without risking anyone coming near me and asking questions when I heard the familiar soft, spoken voice of Roger Taylor say my name. I jumped up but then groaned and turned my back on him.

“Oh god…..”

“You know you really gotta pick your hiding spots. I mean seriously you have no idea how many people could see you—”

“Why are you here Roger?!” I snapped.

“We’ve been scouring the entire town looking for you (n/n). You gave us all quite a scare.” He said. I didn’t respond to him, just scooted as far away from him as I could and put my bag between us giving me that extra space I needed. “You wanna talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. My dad never wanted me, my mum never wanted me, nobody ever wants me.”

“That’s not true—”

“Open your eyes Roger!” I snapped at him as I felt a new wave of tears hit me. “All my life I’ve had to hear all my friends telling me what great parents they have. You know my dad fought in Vietnam, my mom’s a real estate’s agent. My parents help support me. Well—both my parents never wanted me! Yeah I had Deacy and aunt Lillian but they are just my cousin and aunt. It’s not the same! My whole life I had to be loved by someone whose not my parent and I hate it! I hate it soo much!” I lowered my head choking on my sobs.

It was then I felt Roger’s arms wrap around me and I felt him place my head over his heart, each beat of his heart trying to soothe my tormented mind. He stroked down my hair and he said.

“Do you remember back on Ridge farm when Brian took us all out to that one area of woods to see the stars? Paul forced himself into the getaway, so to mess with him you filled his bag with rocks and used that lizard you came across to put on his bottle as well as on his head.”

“And then it crawled into his mouth.” I finished.

“Yeah pure stroke of genius.” He chuckled. “(N/n), you may think you’re unloved, but that is absolute bollocks. You are loved. By Deacy, Brian, Fred, me, Veronica, hell even Miami. We all love you, and if anything had happened to you, we wouldn’t know what to do.” He wiped the tearstains away from my cheek with his thumb before lifting my chin up to face him, forcing me to stare into his baby blue eyes. “The only one who doesn’t deserve to be loved and wanted is your mother. Anyone who could play you like that, has no right to be called a parent. You are way out of her league.”

“Then why would she come back pretending to care?” Roger just looked at me sadly and he said.

“I wish I had the right answer. But I can tell you this; you’re sweet, you’re kind, smart, beautiful. You’ve got more sass in one finger than Deacy will ever have in his entire body. And it’s like you said one day in the way off deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep.” I laughed softly as he kept repeating the word deep at least four more times before continuing, “distant future, you’ll become a mother yourself and I know that you’ll be twice the mother than your own was.” He tucked some of my hair behind my ears, revealing them before gently cupping my chin between his thumb and index fingers.

“How is it that a dentist ends up being wiser than both the astrophysicist and electrical engineer?”

“I was never a dentist and you know it.” He said as he playfully squeezed the tip of my nose shaking my head which made me laugh again as I pushed his hand away making him laugh softly. He then leaned forward and placed his forehead against mine.

This was a special little thing that Roger loved to do with me. It was our own secret little comforting mechanism. I was actually the first one to do it to him when he once had a breakdown after a show. He just seemed so peeved about something that the lads almost feared that he’d throw out another telly set. So I took the risk and took his hands in mine and just placed my forehead against his and just held that position till he calmed down.

From then on, whenever one of us was mad or upset, the forehead touch helped bring the other back to Earth. He then wrapped his arms around me giving me his famous bear hugs. His hand stroked down my hair as his head now moved next to mine while my head rested against his shoulder and the two of us sat there for a while in silence.

“C’mon kid, let’s get you home.”

“I don’t think I can.” I muttered sadly.

“Why’s that?”

“Deacy.” I simply answered. Roger separated from me and he said.

“He’s not mad (y/n)…..”

“You don’t get it, you may have seen John Deacon the man who can crumble you down with just two sentences, but you’ve yet to see what happens when he redirects that anger and mixes it with overprotective behavior.”

“Love, he’s been worried sick about you. He needs to know that his little sis is safe. I know I would.” I sighed heavily and said.

“But what if he does get mad?”

“I’ll talk to him. If anyone knows a thing about overreacting it’s me.” I smiled softly and that’s when Rog stood up and held his hand out for me to take.

“You promise to have my back?”

“Partners in crime till the very end. Just like those two cats in that poem you like so much.” I smiled up at him and took his hand and he helped me up as he took my bag over his shoulder and had his free arm wrapped around my shoulder as he guided me back to his car and he drove me back to Deacy and Veronica’s.

*3rd Person POV*

The sun had set about 5 minutes ago and with almost everyone back at John’s place, no one had found her. John who was running his hands through his hair frantic with worry as his wife tried to calm him down.

“Maybe we should call the police.” Suggested Brian.

“No need Brian.” Roger’s voice soon spoke up as he opened the door. Everyone turned to see that the drummer had finally came back.

“And just where were you all this time Roger dear?”

“Bringing back a lost lamb.” He then gestured with his arm and soon walking in cautiously was (y/n). Immediately everyone began crowding around her asking her questions about where she was and why she ran away like that.

Sensing his partner in crime’s nervousness and anxiety he told everyone.

“Guys, guys back it up. Don’t crowd her all at once.” John who merely stood there by the couch in shock to see his cousin alive and well. Roger looked to Deacy and pressed his hand to (y/n)’s back. She looked up at him and he nodded to her and she cautiously walked towards her cousin, like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.

“Where did you find her?” asked Freddie.

“At the park underneath the Churchill bridge. Poor girl was crying her eyes out.” Roger whispered. Veronica ten decided to allow her husband and (y/n) to have some alone time so she guided the boys into the kitchen for a proper meal after their long search while she called Lilian to tell her that they found (y/n) and that she would pick Robert up in the morning.

(Y/n) stood in front of her cousin. John looked down at her before finally raising his hands to cup both sides of her face to lift her face up so that he could get a good look at her.

“You’re not hurt are you?” he asked. With a shake of her head, Deacy sighed with relief and immediately embraced her before openly weeping into her shoulder. She hugged her cousin back whimpering.

“I’m sorry I ran away. I’m sorry Deacy, I’m sorry.”

“Shhhh, you’re home now. Safe and unharmed and that’s all I care about now. It’ll be okay. We’ll be okay dove.” The two cousins kept hold of each other trying to draw strength from each other knowing that they were going to get by and be okay.

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whispersandwhiskerburn · 7 years

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Much Ado About SPN

Friends, writers, tumblr people, lend me your ears...

For those of you who do not know, I (Angel, @whispersandwhiskerburn) am a teacher. I love to teach writing and reading to students—and I love reading and writing fanfiction. So, when I reached the AMAZING milestone of 1.5K FOLLOWERS, I decided to celebrate with my fellow writers with a challenge that marries the two—my love of teaching literature and writing and my love of spn fanfiction.

Every writer goes on a journey. They start with the ABCs and it's amazing how many wonders just 26 letters can create—it's all about how you use them. Of course, reading helps; good readers become good writers, and good writers are always looking for a way to challenge themselves, in reading and writing. One of the most challenging, most famous, and best writers that ever lived made wonderful stories that are read and taught to this day—all with the same 26 letters that we use.

So, that's the inspiration for this challenge. The letters of the alphabet—and one of the greatest writers of all time: William Shakespeare.

The idea is to use at least two (all three if you can) of the alphabet prompts AND the Shakespeare line—you do NOT have to use Shakespeare's wording, just be inspired by the theme of the quote.

Rules and Accepting the Challenge:

1. Must be following me....it's a follower celebration, so yeah. New followers are welcome though, so feel free to follow, then ask. :)

2. Send an ASK with your requested prompt by letter and quote number. First come, first choice—and there are only 25 prompts (I deleted x) so you'd better hurry! I want to give everyone a chance to sign up, so don't ask for a second prompt until after March 10th, please! NOTE: If you ask anonymously...you're silly. I can't sign you up if I don't know who you are?

3. Any character from the show is welcome, but not cast members for this challenge (Dean/Sam/Castiel etc., not Jensen/Jared/Misha). Ships are fine, (exceptions: no non-con and no Samifer, since Lucifer totally raped him) but reader-inserts are preferred.

4. Any genre: SFW, NSFW, AU, angst, fluff, smut, or any combination thereof, just please tag appropriately.

5. No maximum length limit, but if it is more than 800 words, include a read-more link, or I won't reblog it. Should be at least 500 words. One shots, drabbles, series pieces, combinations with other challenges/requests—all are totally cool.

6. Tag me (@whispersandwhiskerburn) in the header somewhere. I will reblog these with feedback and add them all to a masterlist. I want to post the masterlist on Shakespeare's birthday which is celebrated on April 23rd, so the deadline for fics is April 20th. Also, please tag the fic with #MuchAdoAboutSPN and #Angel's1.5k within the first 5 tags.

7. Try and post your fic on or before the day it’s due, April 20th 2017, but it’s okay if it’s late. Life happens!

8. Have fun!!

Sign Ups! Once a prompt combo has been chosen, I will write the blog's name beside the letter and move the Shakespearean quote to this list. Any Shakespearean quotes still under the prompts lower in this post are still up for grabs. If the letter in this section has a blog tag beside it, it's taken, so ask for a different one! Happy writing everyone (and if you want to discuss your quote, please message or ask me—I'm an English teacher who loves Shakespeare, so bring it)!

STATUS: Prompts are closed everyone! Deadline is April 20th, and I look forward to your fics!

A @buffylovesfoxmulder, 8. “This above all: to thine own self be true. And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man” (Hamlet I.3).

B @arlaina28, 31. “We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for he to-day that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother” (Henry V IV.3).

C @bringmesomepie56, 15. “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them” (Twelfth Night II.5).

D @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog, 1. “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so” (Hamlet II.2).

E @littlegreenplasticsoldier, 20 “Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once” (Julius Caesar II.2).

F @whatareyousearchingfordean, 39. “What's gone and what's past help should be past grief” (Winter's TaleIII.2)

G @therealdeanwinchester13, 10. “Lord, what fools these mortals be!” (A Midsummer Night's Dream III.2)

H @rachelladytietjens, 33. “We know what we are, but know not what we may be.” (Hamlet IV.5)

I @ive-been-told-that-im-fangirling, 7. “If music be the food of love, play on” (Twelfth Night I.1).

J @avasmommy224, 36. “Tempt not a desperate man” (Romeo and Juliet IV.3).

K @kalliravenne, 11. “I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?” (Much Ado About Nothing IV.2).

L @hellssarcasticqueen, 19. “The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope” (Measure for Measure III.1).

M @wi-deangirl77, 22. “I am one who loved not wisely but too well” (Othello V.2).

N @destiel-addict-forever, 40. “You pay a great deal too dear for something that's given freely” (Winter's Tale I.1).

O @little-red-83, 18. “Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt” (Measure for Measure I.4).

P @mrsbatesmotel53, 25. “We have seen better days” (As You Like It II.7) and (Timon of Athens IV.2).

Q @roxy-davenport, 5. “Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. Some run from breaks of ice, and answer none, and some condemned for one fault alone” (Measure for Measure II.1).

R @deansarms, 6. “I burn, I pine, I perish” (Taming of the Shrew I.1).

S @atc74, 35. “Friendship is constant in all other things” (Much Ado About Nothing, II.1).

T @chaos-and-the-calm67, 3. “The wheel is come full circle: I am here” (King Lear V.3).

U @besslincoln-bruh, 30. “Strong reasons make strong actions” (King John III.4).

V @plaidstiel-wormstache, 21. “If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?” (Merchant of Venice III.1).

W: @waywardjoy, 2. “Is this a dagger which I see before me...or art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation” (Macbeth II.1).

Y @thegreatficmaster, 24. “Hell is empty and all the devils are here” (Tempest I.2).

Z @thegreatficmaster, 38. “Pray you now, forget and forgive.” (King Lear IV.7).

Alphabet Prompts (A-Z): Choose a letter and (if I give you the okay!) include at least 2 (3 if you can) of the associated SPN topics in your fic.

**You'll notice that none of the major characters of the show are listed—anyone can write about Dean, even if they don't have the letter D. These characters/objects/themes need to appear in your fic, and should have some importance to plot, but just because you choose Meg Masters, it doesn’t mean you have to write a Meg x Reader fic (though, if you want to, that’s cool too), savvy?

Shakespeare Quotes/Phrases (1-40): Choose a Shakespearean line and (if I give you the okay!) let it inspire your fic. You certainly can, but you do not have to include Shakespeare's actual words in your writing. Like I tell my students, “The Bard (Shakespeare) wrote in a different time and the language has changed. That doesn't mean that what he has to say isn't still relevant—you've just got to look harder.”

The LEFTOVERS....

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts” (As You Like It II.7).

“I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety” (Henry V III.2).

“Action is eloquence” (Coriolanus III.2).

“(Life) it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing” (Macbeth IV, 5).

“Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little” (As You Like It II.6).

“Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day” (Macbeth I.3).

“Self-love... is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting” (Henry V II.4).

“The course of true love never did run smooth” (A Midsummer Night's Dream I.1).

“I am a man more sinn'd against than sinning” (King Lear III.2).

“We would not die in that man's company that fears his fellowship to die with us” (Henry V IV.3).

“excessive grief the enemy to the living” (All's Well That Ends Well I.1).

“There are more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt of in our philosophy” (Hamlet I.5).

“I will wear my heart upon my sleeve” (Othello I.1).

“Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, but Lust's effect is tempest after sun” (Venus and Adonis).

“If it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive” (Henry V IV.3).

Go sign up quick!

A giant THANK YOU to my bestie, @waywardjoy, who helped me plan this whole challenge. You rock, chicka, and you make tumblr home. :D

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#remember when you were in high school reading Shakespeare and thinking you'd never see it again?#hahaha #evil teacher laugh #spnfanfic #writing challenge #angel's1.5k #muchadoaboutspn #shakespeare #spn #spnfamily #abc

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placetobenation · 4 years

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The Many Adventures of Winnie-the-Pooh

Release Date: March 11th, 1977

Inspiration: “Winnie-the-Pooh” by A.A. Milne

Budget: N/A

Domestic Gross: N/A

Worldwide Gross: N/A

Rotten Tomatoes Score: 100%

IMDB Score: 7.6/10

Storyline (per IMDB): Pooh, a bear of very little brain, and all his friends in the Hundred Acre Wood sing their way through adventures that encompass honey, bees, bouncing, balloons, Eeyore’s birthday, floods, and Pooh sticks

Pre-Watching Thoughts: We continue on with our first film of 1977 and the first package film since the 1940s, and the interesting note is that these three short films were released individually over the last decade before being grouped together in this film. The stories of that silly old bear named Winnie-the-Pooh are popular and putting them together was a wise idea, and this is another film that I used to like though I was more a fan of The New Adventures of Winnie-the-Pooh TV show so we will see if this film still holds up well.

Voice Cast: Given that this film is basically three short films in one big film, you didn’t have to deal with hiring a lot of actors as they could work the same role aside from one role which changed with each short film due to when that film was released. In addition, this film is pretty much all returning actors and we start at the top with Sterling Holloway who voices Winnie-the-Pooh in perhaps his most memorable role as he was nearing the end of his career. We then have Bruce Reitherman who voices Christopher Robin in the Honey Tree segment as he was also nearing the end of his run, and then we have John Felder who voices Piglet as unlike the other two he was in the prime of his career. We then have Clint Howard who voices Roo in the first two segments as this would be his last appearance in an animated film for quite a long time, and then we have Barbara Ruddy who voices Kanga in what would be her final appearance before her death two years later. We then have Paul Winchell who voices Tigger in what would be his most memorable role, and then we have Junius Matthews who voices Rabbit in what was ultimately his final film role as he would pass away a year later. We then have Hal Smith who voices Owl in a bigger role than when we last saw him back in the Jungle Book, and finally we have Sebastian Cabot who provides the voice of the Narrator for all three films as this was his final film appearance before his death shortly after the film’s release. As mentioned, we did have a few debuting actors in this film as we have Jon Walmsley who voices Christopher Robin in the Blustery Day segment in what would be one of his only appearances in a film, and then we have Timothy Turner who voices Christopher Robin in the final segment along with the epilogue in what would be his only film appearance. We then have Ralph Wright who mainly served as a writer for Disney and he makes his only film appearance here as Eeyore, and then we have Doris Whitaker who voices Roo in the final segment in her only film appearance. Finally, we have Howard Morris who voices Gopher in what would be his only appearance in a Disney film as he would work in other films and TV shows. As mentioned, we were reaching the end for a lot of the crew that carried these films for the last few years and now we would look to a new crop of actors to carry the upcoming films.

Hero/Prince: N/A

Princess: N/A

Villain: N/A

Other Characters: Unlike the previous package films where there were different characters in each segment, this one is different as we have three short films in one and they feature the same characters for each other. To start, we have the main character of Winnie-the-Pooh who is a kind-hearted bear of very little brain as he is obsessed with honey, but he does what he can to help Christopher Robin as well as his friends with their problems. We then have Christopher Robin who serves as a father figure to Winnie-the-Pooh and the other inhabitants of the Hundred Acre Wood, and we see him go off to school at the end though he vows to remain by his friends’ side forever. We then have Pooh’s best friend Piglet, who is very timid but tries to be brave and is always there to help his friends, and then we have Rabbit who tends to get very annoyed by Pooh and Tigger as he opts to tend to his garden, but he does care for them and helps them when they are in need. We then have Eeyore the Donkey who is miserable and viewed as a pessimistic, but he also helps a friend in need as he goes to the trouble of finding Owl a new home after his is destroyed in the Blustery Day segment. Speaking of Owl, he is the smartest of the group though in his own mind and the gang come to him for advice, and then we have Kanga and her son Roo as Roo is keen to going on adventures and Kanga lets him despite her reservations. We then have Tigger the tiger who loves to bounce much to his friends’ frustration, specifically Rabbit who at one point tries to hold Tigger to a promise to never bounce again, and then we have Gopher who mainly goes about his business though he does try to assist in getting Pooh freed from Rabbit’s hole. Finally, we have the narrator of the film who helps segue between the segments though he also occasionally breaks the fourth wall by talking to the characters at certain times. Even though the title of the film is about Pooh’s many adventures, the film does a good job in balancing the other characters so that they feel just as important to the film as Pooh does.

Songs: If I am correct in my assumption, the most songs a film has had prior to this was seven and now this film surpasses it as it features an amazing ten songs which mainly take place during the first two segments. We first have the title song “Winnie-the-Pooh” which is a quick and easy tune to get things rolling, and then we have a few songs that Pooh sings including “Up, Down, Touch the Ground”, “Rumbly in my Tumbly”, and “Little Black Rain Cloud” which again are fairly short and sweet. We then have “Mind Over Matter” which the gang sing when they help Pooh out of Rabbit’s hole only for him to sail into the honey tree, and then we have Pooh singing “A Very Blustery Day” to help intro the next segment. We then have perhaps the three most memorable songs from this film aside from the title song with the first being “The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers” that Tigger sings not only in this segment, but the next one as well. We then have the iconic “Heffalumps and Woozles” that plays during Pooh’s dream and it is easily the best song from the whole film, and then we have another fun song in “The Rain, Rain, Rain Came Down, Down, Down” which is sung during the flood. Finally, we have the song “Hip-Hip-Pooh-Ray” which the gang sing at the end of the second segment to celebrate Pooh and Piglet as heroes. It is interesting that the third segment doesn’t have its own songs to go along with the other two, but considering the other two managed to squeeze five songs into their short time is more than enough to fill up the film.

Plot: Unlike the previous films where there has been one plot that threads throughout the film, this one is different as each short film has its own separate plot within the grand scheme of the film as each one is treated as a different story much like its source material. In the first short, Pooh runs out of honey and first tries to steal some from a honey tree to no success, and then he visits Rabbit and eats all of his honey though he stuck in Rabbit’s entrance hole. After some unsuccessful attempts, Christopher Robin and his friends finally pull him out only for him to get stuck in the honey tree, but Pooh obviously doesn’t mind as he has all the honey to his heart’s delight. In the second segment, a blustery day causes Owl’s tree to fall over and Eeyore vows to find him a new home, and Pooh is introduced to Tigger who tells him about honey stealers called “heffalumps and woozles”. Eventually, a flood causes the inhabitants of the Hundred Acre Wood to take shelter at Christopher Robin’s house and due to a bit of dumb luck, Pooh rescues Piglet from the flood and Eeyore finds a new house for Owl which turns out to be Piglet’s home and Piglet willingly gives it up to Eeyore as Pooh takes Piglet in. In the third segment, Tigger becomes a bother to everyone in particular Rabbit and he takes Roo on a bouncing adventure, but they become stuck in a tree and Roo comes down with no trouble though Tigger is reluctant to come down. He promises to never bounce again to Rabbit’s delight and the narrator himself helps Tigger back to the ground, and he becomes depressed by never being able to bounce again though everyone convinces Rabbit to let him bounce again and everyone bounces away. In the epilogue of the film, Christopher Robin prepares to leave for school as his friends learn about what school is, and Christopher Robin and Pooh reflect on their friendship as they vow to be by each other’s side forever. Unlike other films which have an adapted screenplay from their source material, this was a case of just matching the pictures to the words as you could easily see these animations in the pages of the books.

Random Watching Thoughts: Unlike previous films that had the storybook beginning, we take it a step further here by having a child’s bedroom with stuff animals of all our favorite characters; Christopher Robin’s parents need to have a talk with him about keeping his room tidy; It’s funny that the book is titled “Winnie-the-Pooh and the Honey Tree” because this features 3 different stories; So instead of having the compass be north, south, east, and west, it is simply “P,O,O,H” for Pooh; He’s not helping Eeyore’s confidence if he names his home “Eeyore’s Gloomy Place”; That is the oddest design of Piglet ever since we never see him look like that at all in the film; Who is this Mr. Sanders?; Of course Pooh would have a cuckoo clock with a likeness of himself as the bird; So he exercises so he can get hungry; Considering that Pooh is such a honey fanatic, you wouldn’t expect him to have any other food in his house like condensed milk or a chocolate bar; All those honey pots in the house and he goes for the one in the cabinet yet that one is empty too; That bee should be at fault for in essence tempting Pooh to come to the tree and get their honey; It must’ve been weird watching this and having the film go back and forth with being a storybook and turning pages; That was quite a nasty fall Pooh took hitting all those branches and yet he came out unscathed, but I guess being full of fluff makes him a good cushion; It is also funny seeing some of the dialogue in the book and it ultimately never gets said in the film; Poor Eeyore is so gloomy that he is certain he will lose his tail again; Only Pooh would think that rolling around in mud would pass him off as a rain cloud; That balloon is either filled with a lot of helium or Pooh is just extremely light that he was able to float up that easily; How did Pooh not realize that the handful of honey he grabbed was covered in bees?; Pooh didn’t think his disguise through enough since most of it had fallen off of him by this point; Where did Christopher Robin suddenly get an umbrella?; How many bees were in that tree?; Again, there must have been a lot of helium in that balloon for it to last as long as it did before completely running out; Christopher Robin’s parents must’ve been so upset when he came home so muddy; Rabbit had quite the spread out for himself there; To be fair, Pooh did ask for a small helping and Rabbit gave him exactly what he asked for; What was Rabbit doing with all that honey anyway, and why would he ask Pooh if he wanted any more if there wasn’t any?; The door was big enough for Pooh when he came in, so clearly it was because he ate too much; What exactly is this book that Gopher keeps referencing?; That’s some interesting math Gopher was doing to figure out his price; Honestly, given how big the other door to Rabbit’s house is, they probably could’ve pushed Pooh back in and he could’ve went out the other door with no problems; Funny how Pooh shook and messed up the smile that Rabbit was doing and when we see him, he has that exact same crooked smile on his face; Pooh figured out what the flowers were and immediately thought he could eat them; That was a nice display Rabbit made, too bad Pooh ruined it with one sneeze; Of all the things Gopher can have, he has to have a pot of honey as part of his lunch; Rabbit is really confident that it was the day Pooh would be freed just based on the fact that he nudged a tiny bit; I love how they are making such a spectacle out of getting Pooh freed from Rabbit’s door; They saved him from flying out of the book simply by turning the page; Pooh will never be freed now given all that honey he is going to eat; The wind is blowing so hard that it is blowing the letters right off the page; “Pooh’s Thotful Spot”; It would be ironic if the day was actually Wednesday given that they were calling this day “Winds-Day”; What kind of a name is Trespassers Will?; Either the wind is blowing very hard or Piglet is just very light that he is blown up into the air that easily; Piglet is in legit danger and yet Roo wants to fly him like he is a kite; Eeyore said that his house could withstand anything, but he didn’t plan on Pooh crashing through it like that; Owl asks if it is a blustery day outside and yet he doesn’t notice that the tree is rocking back and forth to the point that it may fall over; That teacup was filled with coffee at one point yet it is completely empty when it falls on top of Piglet; Even though that tree looked very old, the wind really need to be bad if it just tipped over like that; Good on Eeyore to volunteer to find Owl a new house; Interesting fact, if you pay close attention the pages have the same words on them when the narrator mentions how long Owl was talking; If Pooh had never heard that growling before, why would he assume that it was either Piglet, Eeyore, or Christopher Robin?; A running joke we’ve established is that they don’t recognize their own reflection in the mirror; Tigger says he loves honey, takes a few bites, then decides that he doesn’t like it; Pooh maybe a bear of very little brain, but he is a lot smarter than he lets on since he knows Tigger meant to say elephants and weasels; The heffalumps and woozles scene looks like it was done by someone who was on an acid trip, this segment was made in the 60s after all; That was quite a downpour if it was able to wash away all those words; The choir says that Pooh rescued 10 honeypots, but if you count he actually had 11 with him not counting the one he was diving his head into; The flood waters are able to engulf everyone else’s houses, yet it stops right before it gets to Christopher Robin’s house; Eeyore was committed to finding a house for Owl; Where did that whirlpool come from and where did that waterfall come from?; Pooh was so oblivious to being told that he saved Piglet until Christopher Robin called him a hero and wanted to give him a party; You would think Eeyore would know that is Piglet’s house only to say it is Owl’s because of the letters on the sign, but yet he thinks the “I” is actually an “O” and he thinks “Owl” is spelled “Wol”; That was mighty big of Piglet to let Owl take his house even if it meant he had no place to live; Pooh was so upset that the next chapter was mostly about Tigger until he was told that he was in it; They at least had the foresight to add “Also Piglet” to Pooh’s mailbox; That was a quite a mess that Tigger made knocking Rabbit and his vegetables over; Rabbit calls for a protest meeting yet only Pooh and Piglet show up, and Pooh looks like he would rather be anywhere else but there; Rabbit is so confident that Tigger will lose is bounce if he is lost in the woods not realizing that Tigger could always find his way out eventually; No matter what way they go, they always end up at the same sand pit; Piglet had the look on his face like his head was hurting trying to understand what Pooh was saying; Leave it to Pooh following his stomach that he and Piglet would find their way out of the mist; Even Disney can take a simple scene like this and make it appear scary; So they say what season it is simply by saying the next chapter includes a snowfall; That was a fairly nice figure 8 that Rabbit made in the ice especially without skates; Tigger goes through the snow while Rabbit is less fortunate as he crashes through his house; That was a really high tree that they jumped out of the book; I love how Roo just assumed he could use Tigger’s tail as a swing; Pooh follows his own tracks thinking they belong to someone else and then he thinks Piglet’s tracks belong to someone else; Can’t say I ever heard of a “jagular” before; Everyone is so worried about Tigger being up in the tree yet Rabbit is content with him staying there; Christopher Robin is wearing a jacket, sweater, and boots in the snow, yet he is also wearing shorts and shows no sign of freezing; Tigger wants the narrator to narrate him down so all the narrator does is turn the book sideways so Tigger can get on the words and the narrator has him slide down; Rabbit was so happy that Tigger couldn’t bounce anymore until everyone else they miss the old Tigger and in essence guilt him into agreeing with them; Rabbit is so hesitant to bounce yet he hops around; I love how Tigger basically did an impression of Tony the Tiger from the Frosted Flakes cereal commercial; Pooh doesn’t want things to end so he just asks the narrator to go back to the first page; So Christopher Robin is basically like any other kid who prefers doing nothing instead of doing something; When Christopher Robin is 100, Pooh will be 99?; Now the cover of the book simply says “Winnie-the-Pooh”.

Overall Thoughts: Overall, this was a solid film that was easily the best of the package films that have been released, though it was a slight step down especially since these shorts were released previously separately so this just felt like a cash grab. Considering we have another film coming out this year, I wonder if that film had fallen behind and they needed to release something so they just threw this together to put out there since Winnie-the-Pooh was a pretty popular character. This was an interesting time for Disney as a new wave of animators were starting to make their mark in the company and were looking to take the company to the next decade, and we will see how that plays out when we get the second film released this year. As for this film, it is a pretty solid film though nothing too spectacular and it was a fine outing for Disney.

Final Grade: 6.5/10

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