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letmeletmetrashyourlove · 5 years

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Duo (Pt. 1)

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Author’s Note: I’ve been sitting on this guy for a while trying to figure out where I want to take the story and I think I have it figured out! Part 1 of ??? 5 maybe????

Summary: Y/N’s a single mother of twins who lives in a two bedroom apartment across the hall from a Uni student who seems more than willing to help.

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“Mumma?”

I awoke to my shoulder being gently shaken by my son Leo. He stood at the side of the bed, stuffed dinosaur clutched in one hand, the other rested on his belly.

“Yes, sweet boy?” I asked, rolling over to face him. It wasn’t unusual for him to come in in the middle of the night, though he usually tiptoed up as not to wake me before snuggling himself under the covers beside me.

“I frew up.” He murmured, shuffling his feet with his eyes trained on the floor.

“You threw up?” I yawned, sitting up slowly and rubbing my eyes. They landed on the clock, telling me it was well past 2am. The rhythm of rain on the roof was doing little to coax me out of sleep.

“Uh huh.”

“Does your tummy hurt?” I asked, forcing myself to sit up so I wouldn’t fall back to sleep while Leo was still trying to talk to me. I threw my legs over the side of the bed, my socked feet hitting the floor with a soft thud.

“Uh huh.” He let out a slight hiccup before wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his pjs.

I reached out for him, pulling him to stand between my legs and wrapping my arms around him. I pressed a kiss to the top of his head,

“Okay, buddy, where’s the mess?” I asked against his hair.

He took my hand and led me into his bedroom, pointing to the puke. It was all over his pillowcase, but luckily the rest of the bed and the floor seemed to be clean. Amelia was asleep in her own bed on the other side of the room with Princess Marshmallow curled up at her feet, purring soundly.

“How about you go climb in my bed while I clean this up, yeah?” I whispered, sweeping his hair from his face. He was overdue for a haircut but he insisted that he liked it long since it made him look even more like his sister.

“Okay.” He replied, leaving me to clean up the mess. Going by only the light from Leo’s star nightlight, I cautiously peeled the pillowcase from the pillow. I opted to toss it into the trash rather than try to clean it off in the middle of the night, especially with no washing machine in the apartment.

That’s when I heard a belch from across the hall followed by coughing. I let out a sigh as I wandered into the to see the bathroom light on. Luckily, Leo had managed to make it to the toilet this time. He was hunched over it, his chest heaving,

“Oh, baby.” I pouted, kneeling down beside him.

Now that he was in the light, I could see how pale his face was. I moved to once again sweep his hair from his face, grabbing one of Amelia’s clips off the bathroom counter to pin it back so he wouldn’t make a mess of it.

“Leo?” Amelia called from the bedroom, “Where’d you go?”

The pitter patter of feet on the hardwood was followed by her peeking her head into the bathroom. She squinted against the light, her hair knotted and standing on end from rolling around in bed.

“Uh oh.” She said, plugging her nose as she watched Leo gag over the toilet, “Leo has the upset tummy buggies, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, go back to bed, I’ve got him,” I told her, shooing her away. The last thing I needed was for the both of them to be sick. Although, if he had it, she had probably already been exposed to whatever bug was causing it.

She stood in the doorway, hands on her hips and chin up,

“I wanna help!” She declared, brows tightly knit together.

There was no point in telling her no. It was only going to end in a tantrum which is not what Leo needed while he was feeling so poorly. I let out a sigh, rubbing gentle circles on Leo’s back as he eased back from the toilet to sit on his knees.

“Alright, how about you get him a glass of water, yeah?”

Amelia spun around and padded into the kitchen. She returned a few moments later with a sippy cup full of water.

“Here, bub.” She said, handing it to her brother. He offered her a weak appreciative smile before bringing it to his lips. He took a sip from it before immediately throwing up again. The rumbling of his stomach started to drown out the bathroom exhaust fan.

“How’d he get sick, Mumma?” Amelia asked, sitting on the floor beside me. I brought a hand up to her hair to help work out some of the tangles.

“I don’t know, baby. Maybe somebody at school was sick too.”

“You know, sometimes Princess Marshmallow throws up, do you think that’s how he got sick?” She asked, tilting her head at me.

“Princess Marshmallow throws up because he eats his own hair, not because of a stomach bug,” I explained, trying not to laugh at her question.

She pondered the thought for a moment. She was about to open her mouth to speak again when I interrupted.

“Amelia, can you get me a wet washcloth?” I asked.

She nodded, her brown hair tumbling in front of her face as she scurried over to the linen closet and grabbed a cloth before stepping up on her little pink step stool to reach the sink. She got the washcloth wet, wringing out the excess water before passing it over to me. I used it to wipe the sweat from Leo’s face before swiping it across his mouth.

“Melia.” Leo began, “You’re gonna be sleepy if you don’t go to bed.”

“Your brother is right. Go to bed, Snap Pea.”

Before they were born, I always called them my peas. Two peas in a pod. When they were born though, it was clear that one was my sweet pea, Leo. Cautious and affectionate. But Amelia was my snap pea. Firey and sassy. Her exhaustion seemed to override her attitude though. She burst out in a yawn before shuffling back to bed.

“You need anything else, buddy?” I asked Leo, running my finger down his cheek.

“No. Can you just sit with me?” He whimpered, his tired, watery eyes meeting mine.

“Of course, baby,” I replied, settling into a more comfortable position on the floor. Leo followed suit, settling himself on my lap, head rested against my chest.

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“Mumma!” Amelia prodded at my arm, making me wake with a start.

I had fallen asleep sitting on the bathroom floor, my head rested on my arms which were sat on the edge of the tub. Leo was asleep with his head in my lap. At some point during the night, he had peeled off his shirt and it now sat atop a pile of soiled washcloths.

“What time is it, baby?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

She padded into the other room, letting out a long ‘ummm’ as she stared at the clock.

“The big hand is on five and the little hand is on seven.” She said.

7:25. The girl couldn’t have slept in for once in her life?

“I’m hungry,” Amelia said, rubbing her belly and poking out her bottom lip.

“Okay.” I yawned, reaching down for Leo’s face. The moment my hand touched his skin, it sent a jolt through me. Heat was radiating off of him and he was still covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I let out a sigh, realizing I would have to get to the pharmacy for some medicine. He woke from the sensation of my cold hand against his face. He sat up abruptly, once again throwing up into the toilet. He gave me a heartbroken look as he curled up on the floor again, head rested on his stuffed dinosaur.

“I’ll get you some medicine today, okay?” I reassured, rubbing his side gently, “Do you need anything right now?”

He shook his head, eyes fluttering shut once more as I got up off the floor and took Amelia’s hand.

I made her some toast and scrambled eggs, getting her situated at the table before I stepped out into the hall to check the mailbox for the child support check that was supposed to have arrived two days earlier. When it wasn’t anywhere to be found, I let out a groan.

“You alright?” A male voice asked.

I turned to see the neighbor from across the hall checking his mail as well. John was an acquaintance, I had him feed Princess Marshmallow and check the mail for me over the summer.

“Yeah. I just… expecting a check… isn’t here yet.” I replied, flitting through the few pieces of junk mail that were there instead.

“I uh... heard a lot of coughing and… barfing… last night.” He commented, pulling his own mail from the box and looking through it.

“You eavesdropping?” It was meant to be a playful quip, but due to exhaustion, it came out as a snap. I shook my head, a silent acknowledgment of my harsh tone, “That was Leo.”

“Is he feeling any better?”

“I think he’s fallen back to sleep now, finally.” I sighed, leaning against the wall.

“You look exhausted.” He commented, looking me up and down.

“I was up with him all night,” I said, running my hand over my hair that I had piled on top of my head in an attempt to keep it out of my face.

“I uh… If you ever need any help with an-”

“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of my own children.” I barked, crossing my arms over my chest. As a single mom of twins, everybody seemed to have a different opinion on how I should be taking care of my children. Over the years, my patience for patronizing had fizzled out, putting me on the defense. Especially towards people who didn’t have children themselves.

“I didn’t say you weren’t!” He threw his hands up in surrender as he took a few steps back.

“I-” I sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.” I stammered, looking to my feet. They were clad in mismatched socks with holes in the toes, which somehow seemed like the perfect metaphor for how I felt.

“It’s alright,” John replied.

I don’t know why, but the sudden urge to vent to him overcame me. Perhaps it was his charming, inviting smile. How soft he looked in his plaid PJs. Or maybe it was that my verbal filter didn’t work on fewer than 5 hours of sleep.

“Sorry… I just...I have to go get Leo some medicine but I can’t take him with me, he’s still waking up to puke every fifteen minutes.”

“I could stay and watch him for you while you go.” He offered. When the words flew from his mouth, he immediately seemed to know it was an inappropriate thing to offer. Sure, we’d been neighbors for a couple of years, but that certainly didn’t make him trustworthy enough to watch my kids for me while I was away. I let out a scoff and shook my head.

“What? I took care of Princess Marshmallow.”

“Well, a cat is quite different than children.”

“Can’t be that different.”

I knew he was joking, and in any other situation I would’ve laughed but I was far too tired and worried about Leo. Instead, I shot him a glare.

“Alright, how about I go pick up the medicine for you then?” He offered, “Just tell me what to get.”

I stared at him for a moment. He still wore a soft smile on his lips, his hair a little knotty from sleep. He seemed innocent enough, and he hadn’t stolen anything or catnapped Princess Marshmallow when he watched the apartment. Besides, what was he gonna do? Steal the few pounds I gave him and never come back to his own apartment? I nodded at him, making his smile grow. His gaze fell behind me just as I felt a hand tugging on the back of my sweater.

“Mumma?” A small voice called from behind me.

Leo crept up behind me, hiding behind my leg as he stared up at John with eyes as wide as saucers. He was the shyer of the twins, evident by the way he tucked himself behind me at the sight of John standing in the hallway. He was still topless, his hair still in clumps, tacked to his forehead with sweat.

“Hey, baby, what’re you doing up?”

“I frew up again.” He whispered, “Who is that?”

“This is Mr. Deacon, he’s gonna help me by going to get some medicine for you,” I said, resting my hand on the back of his head as he hugged my leg, head resting on the back of my thigh.

“Mr. Deacon?” He whispered, eyeing John up and down a few times before gripping onto the back of my sweatpants.

“Yeah. Remember when we went to spend the weekend with grandma over the summer?”

He nodded,

“Mr. Deacon took care of Princess Marshmallow while we were gone.”

Leo nodded once more, remaining behind my leg as he studied the man in front of him.

“He’s gonna get medicine?”

“Uh huh,” I replied.

“Is he a doctor?”

“No, baby. He’s a…” I trailed off, realizing I didn’t know what he did for work. All I knew was that he played bass. I could faintly hear him strumming sometimes, found it quite soothing, actually.

“Electrical engineer,” John answered for me.

“What’s that?” Leo asked, his grip on my pants loosening.

“Uh, well. It’s all kinds of stuff.” John said, squatting down so he was level with Leo.

His gaze flitted up to meet mine as if he wanted my approval to talk with Leo. I gave him a nod to continue.

“What kind of stuff?” Leo questioned, tilting his head slightly.

“Uh.” He paused a moment, likely pondering the best way to describe what he did in a way a five-year-old could understand, “Fixing broken things, making new things that have to do with electricity.”

“Electricity?” Leo stepped out from behind me and instead stood beside me, but he kept one arm wrapped around my leg, anchoring himself to me. The heat from his body was seeping through my sweatpants, making me grow even more concerned.

“Yeah. Uh. Stuff like lights,” He pointed up to the ceiling. Leo’s gaze followed his gesture before landing back on him again, “And your TV and the radio.”

“Oh. You fix that stuff?”

“Yeah.”

“Mumma! Maybe he can fix our TV!”

“Yeah, I could probably fix your TV,” John replied.

“Oh, no. No. I wouldn’t want to be any more trouble.”

“No trouble at all. I promise.” He smiled at me.

I found myself staring at him for a moment too long. He had a tenderness about him, not necessarily conventionally attractive, but the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made him radiant. He raised an eyebrow at me, snapping me back to reality. I shook my head in an attempt to regain my composure.

“Let me go inside, I’ll give you some cash for the medicine,” I said as I turned into the doorway.

“There’s no need, I’ll get it.” He offered.

“No, John, I insist.”

He opened his mouth to protest but quickly closed it when I shot him a stern glare.

“Well, if you insist.”

I ushered Leo back into the apartment and got him settled on the couch before I grabbed my purse, pulling out a few bills. I jotted the name of the medicine down on a scrap of paper before meeting John in the doorway again.

“Sorry about that uh… interrogation.” I smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I handed him the bills, “Four-year-olds are too curious for their own good.”

“Don’t worry about it. He’s a sweet kid. I’ll be back in a few.”

I waited until he disappeared around the corner before entering the apartment again. Amelia had finished her breakfast and was sitting on the couch beside Leo who seemed to have come down from his sudden energy boost and was back to wallowing on the couch. Amelia had her hand on his forehead like she had seen me do many times before when they were sick. She threw me a worried glance over her shoulder as I wandered up behind her. I gave her a half-hearted smile.

“John will be back with some medicine soon, bub.”

Amelia settled herself on the floor in front of the couch with some crayons. She and Leo were chatting when Leo suddenly sprang off the couch and sprinted towards the bathroom.

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A knock on the door pulled me away from my position on the floor of the bathroom beside Leo. I peered through the peephole to see John standing on the other side, a paper bag in hand.

“You decided not to rob me, then?” I teased as I opened the door.

He grinned and shook his head, reaching into the bag.

“Medicine, your change, and a candy bar for mum.” He smiled, handing them all over.

It wasn’t until he handed me the candy bar that I realized how hungry I was. I mouthed a thank you to him as I counted the cash,

“Change? This is all the cash I gave you.”

“Told you I’d get it.” He replied.

“Really, just take it.” I insisted, shoving it in his face.

He shook his head, taking a step back.

“Quit being so damn stubborn and take the money.” I ordered, folding it in half and tucking into the front pocket of his shirt, “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“Any time.”

He offered me another crinkly-eyed smile as I closed the door. I felt an odd bubble in my stomach. At first, I thought I was starting to catch Leo’s stomach bug, but I quickly realized it was just butterflies. I hadn’t felt those since I was a teenager. Heat spread across my face as I went into the kitchen to get Leo a cup of water to take his medicine with.

“Mumma!” Amelia squealed as I stepped away from the sink, “The door gave us money!”

She ran up to me with the bills in her hand.

“Dammit, John,” I muttered under my breath, taking the cash and tucking it back into my purse.

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ficstogo · 5 years

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John Proposing to You (Request)

Request: I love your fics! Could I request a John Deacon x Reader fic/hc where they go to on a picnic in the park where they met at first for their anniversary and he proposes?- Anon

And I love you! Thanks so much. I’m a couple days ahead of my assignments so send more art/fic/headcannon list guys!

also sorry for a non interesting meet up, but how many people do you know with an interesting “How we met” stories? 😏

How You Meet

You were at the park with some friends out on the grass.

John was at the park having some time to himself at a bench.

He noticed you from afar messing around with your friends.

At the time he didn’t do anything as he was too shy.

He also didn’t want to come off as creepy.

He’d come to the park every now and then.

But also noticed how you would always be there when he visited.

He decided to go for it when he saw you sitting at the bench reading.

“Um, hello.”

You were taken back by how cute this stranger was.

“Hi!” You said a little too excitedly

“Um, I’m sorry if I come off too strong or, uh creepy? But I couldn’t help but notice you around and uh…”

“Maybe want my number?” You asked with hope.

“I was thinking more of having another member for my cult but that would be great too.” He smiled down at you as he was grateful things didn’t go awkward.

You could only laugh and shake your head. “Of course.”

You give him a slip of paper with your name and number

Giddy, he thanks you and turns to head back to the studio.

“Hey! I’m still open to be in that cult!” You call out.

He waves with a smile on his face and says “I’ll ring ya for the details!”

The Proposal

John’s a simple man so everything in his plan is simple.

He’s decided to take you to the park today to propose.

The good thing is that you won’t see it coming because you go there often since the day you guys met.

This time instead of a stroll, you guys went for a picnic at dusk since the city lights were what you loved to look at.

Theres was hint to you that something was up when John decided to bring a bottle of champagne.

You just left it be thinking that maybe Deaky wanted to have a romantic evening.

He liked to be romantic on dates with you.

Or even when you guys aren’t on dates.

Deaky thought about hiding the ring in one of the foods or something cheesy like that but he thought that it was dumb to get an expensive ring dirty.

Also safety first. He didn’t want you to choke on your own ring.

For most of the night, you guys just chatted and cuddled.

You guys might’ve had a little makeout session.

“Sweet heart, I’ve got something to tell you…” He tries to say while your still kissing him.

After a couple more kisses you pull back to let him talk.

“You know I love you, right?”.

You only give him another kiss and smile, responding “I’m a fool if I didn’t, Deaky-babe.”

“And you know I’d do anything for you, right?”

“You know I’d do the same?” You go along as you play with his hair.

“Well if that’s the case, don’t you think it’s about time we get married?”

“You do know that I would love that, right” You laugh.

‘You sure?” He has a brow raised with smirk that was hiding the complete nervous wreck that he was.

“Don’t play! I would absolutely love to.”

That was his cue.

He gets nervous on showing you the ring.

Since he doesnt get paid as much as he liked to, Deaky felt a little ashamed for the ring he got.

The ring is modest yet beautiful. its a small a band with small diamond.

“I would’ve loved to given you the biggest rock with more diamonds on it but, you know…” He says nervously.

You just jump in his arms, taking his face in your hands and kiss him all over.

“I love it John!” you say with tears in your eyes.

He just holds you tight with his head buried in your in your hair.

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rogertaylorsgirl · 5 months

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hii, i’m nikita, i’m 20 and i’m searching for queen fans to be friends with! feel free to request anything <3

i will focus more on roger but i will try to write even for the other members! also, the requests can be also for the cast of bohemian rhapsody even if i enjoy writing for the real them more 💌🥁 thank you!

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freddie-mercury-rising · 10 months

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"How long can you stand the heat?"

for @queengenweek

for the prompts: Police encounter and Getting lost in a strange city

#Gen Fic #queengenweek2023 #Queen Fan Fiction #Queen #Fan fic #Fan fiction #Freddie Mercury #Brian May #John Deacon #Roger Taylor #adventures #drabble #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #adventures in Argentina #Argentina

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queen-fandom-calendar · 1 year

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Queen Fandom Events in 2023

Welcome Queen fandom creators! Here is your guide to the events happening this year.

It is good fandom etiquette not to hold events on top of each other, so this calendar is here to help everyone keep track of what is happening and when.

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JAN Johnica Week : 15th-18th (AO3 collection)

FEB

MAR

APR

Brian and Roger ships week: 12th-16th (AO3 collection)

MAY Poly Week: 5th-8th (AO3 collection)

JUN Gen Week: 15th-18th (AO3 collection) JUL

Maylor Week: 20th-24th (AO3 collection)

AUG

Fem Queen Weekend: 4th - 6th (AO3 collection)

Rare Pair Weekend: 25th-27th (AO3 collection)

SEPT Maycury Week: Dates to be determined

OCT

Maylor 55 : 13 - 15th Freddie Mercury weekend - to be determined

NOV Froger Week: 24 - 26th

DEC

This blog will reblog event announcements in the fandom and serve as a handy place of reference for anyone planning to hold a new event! If you would like your event added to the calendar, please message or send an ask!

Last year’s events

#Queen fandom calendar #Queen fandom #queen #Fan fiction #queen fan fiction #Freddie Mercury #Brian May #Roger taylor #John deacon

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babemazzello · 5 years

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‘39 - A John Deacon FanFiction

Chapter 12 - Consequences

Story Description: Amy is sitting in his apartment when she hears some frantic knocking outside her door. She opens it to see a frightened and frazzled John Deacon. A 23-year-old John Deacon. Who believes it’s still 1974, and not 2019. Amy takes it upon herself to help John and get him back to where he belongs. Part 1 is here. The rest of the parts are on my masterlist.

Chapter Description: Amy and John have to come to terms with what happened during their drunken game of truth. Amy is still conflicted and John is at his wit’s end.

Notes: If you would like to be tagged for this story, either leave a comment or shoot me a message and I will tag you for all future chapters. Thank you all so much for reading, by the way. It means a lot to me.

Second Note: So, this is SUCH A BIG CHAPTER! Like I didn’t realize how big this was when I started writing it, but oh boy. This was also probably my favorite to write so far, just in front of the last chapter. Please enjoy! (Also, if you are reading this and you haven’t read any of the other chapters, this works pretty well as a stand alone one as well, I think.)

Warning: This chapter is 18+. Instead of telling you what makes it 18+ as that would ruin the surprise, I'm just going to tell you that people under 18 shouldn't read this. There are lots of things that could be in this category, so just keep that in mind. ;)

Words: 5.5k (like I said, she’s a big one)

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The next morning, my head was pounding in. I had one of the worst hangovers I've ever had in my life. Not only did my head hurt, but my entire body ached from the dehydration. I got out of bed and made my way into the kitchen. Slowly opening my door and not trying to disturb John. He was still asleep as I walked past him.

Once I got into the kitchen, I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water. Taking a few gulps to calm my head. I rubbed the side of it as I stared at the wall. Trying to remember everything that happened last night. It was hazy. I tried to remember what we talked about or did because right now, all I could remember was the constant stream of alcohol burning my throat as I drank it down.

I stared at the wall and remembered a game. A truth game. As I thought more about it, I remembered the questions we were asking each other. Risqué ones fueled by the lack of filter in our brains. Ones about sex and the last time we masturbated. I thought about it more, trying to remember how each of us answered the questions. Then, I remembered.

He told me that the last time he masturbated, he thought of me. And I admitted the same thing back to him. Because even if it wasn't exactly the last time, it had been a countless number of times in my life where I thought of him.

Then, we kissed.

Not only did we kiss, but I straddled him and rutted against him. Fuck. I thought. Placing my face in the palm of my hand. What the fuck was I thinking? But, I know what I was thinking. I was alone and drunk in an apartment with the man that I had been 'in love with' for years of my life and he started admitting to me that he liked me back enough to get off to the thought of me. No wonder I pounced on him like I did.

But, that was stupid. I can't be in a relationship with him. I know it would just leave me heartbroken when he went back. And what if he remembered me when he went back and never married Veronica and they didn't have their six kids. I would be changing the lives of so many people.

I heard John stir on the couch, letting out a small grunt as he did so. I quickly chugged the rest of my water, filled it up, and ran back into my room. I couldn't confront him about what we did last night. I was too scared to hurt him. I didn't want to hurt him. But, I got myself into this mess. And the best way to confront something when you're scared is to not do it at all. So, I decided that I was just going to stay in bed all day to nurse my hangover.

John woke up about an hour later. I could hear him rummaging around in the kitchen and start to make something to eat. I felt my stomach growl, but I didn't want to leave the sweet sanctity of my room just yet. I wasn't ready.

He kept making food before sitting down and eating it. I listened to the silent apartment that was filled with the noises of crunching toast as he bit down into it. It was faint through the walls, but I could hear it nonetheless. Not before long, he got up and washed his dishes in the sink. Letting the water run as he scrubbed them. Then, I heard his footsteps making their way over to my door. He knocked on it.

"Amy?" He said in a voice so quiet and sweet that I almost gave in to him again right then and there.

"Yes," I replied, half as a whimper. The things he did to me I would never understand.

"Is everything alright?" His voice was still soft and sweet. I could tell that his ear was pressed up against the door to hear my answer.

"I've just got a bad hangover is all. Feel like staying in bed all day." It wasn't a complete lie, but it was better than telling him everything that was going through my mind.

"Okay, well, I brought you some toast with butter just how you like it if you want that." Why was he being the sweetest human being on the planet right now? It made everything so much harder. I didn't answer. "I'll leave it by the door in case you change your mind." I heard the plate gently being placed onto the carpeted floor. "I'll be in here if you need me." He walked away.

I let out a long sigh as soon as he left the vicinity of my room. He was nice enough to know that he wasn't allowed in my room so he didn't offer to bring the toast in to me. I got up from the bed and opened the door just enough to see the toast on the ground. I bent down and picked it up. I could tell that Deacy knew what I was doing, but was kind enough to not turn around and look at me.

I took the toast into my room and ate it. As I did, I looked around my room at the mess of Queen memorabilia laid out everywhere. My scrambled piling of it onto the floor so that it was out of his sight. Once I finished up my 'meal', I got up and grabbed every little Queen thing I could and shoved it into my closet. I looked at each thing before I put it away. Especially if it had a picture of John on it.

I couldn't believe that this man was sitting in my living room. It still blew my mind. But, then I remembered what I was doing right now. Avoiding him. Trying to stay away from him even right after we kissed. I felt so stupid for doing that. But, I think it might be the best thing for both of us.

Once I put the final piece away, I noticed that my water cup was empty. It had been about an hour since John brought me the toast. And I had just heard him go into the bathroom. I ran out of my room to fill up my water. I heard the toilet flush and I ran back into my room. Closing my door just as I heard the bathroom door open. Once again, he was in front of my bedroom.

"Hey, I just heard you," he teased through the door. I could hear his smile on the other end. "Are you feeling better?"

"A little," I replied. My hangover had completely gone away now thanks to the water and food, but I didn't want him to know that.

"Well, when you do feel completely better, why don't you come out here and we can continue what we did last night. I-If you're up to it, I mean." I could feel his cheeks blushing through the door as I heard his index finger sliding up and down the wood paneling of the white door. Waiting for my response.

"I'm really tired right now. I think I might go to sleep again." I heard his hand drop from the door.

"Okay, feel better." It wasn't full disappointment in his voice, but I could tell that some was there. I did try to fall asleep, but it didn't work.

The rest of the day went like this. Whenever John would go into the bathroom, I would run out for some more water or food before hiding in my room again. Sometimes he would check up on me, but I kept giving him a different fake excuse as to why I would be staying in my room. And each one was like a dagger in my heart. Because I wanted to kiss him again so badly that it hurt more than ever. There felt like there was a pit of darkness in my chest that could only be lifted by feeling his soft lips on mine.

I fell asleep that night. It was the first day since he was here that I didn't see Deacy. It felt strange and unusual. He had become such a big part of my life that I didn't really know what to do with myself without him. Then I thought that maybe being a little bit selfish wouldn't hurt anything. Like, what if he went back home and his brain was swiss-cheesed and had holes in it like it did when he got here. That would only make sense, right?

But, no. I couldn't. I have to stay strong for the mere possibility that I could change the past and subsequent future.

The next morning I woke up pretty early for work. I got dressed and grabbed my camera bag. I walked carefully out of my room and out the front door. I heard him moving around in the kitchen already, but I tried to seem as invisible as possible as I snuck out. I let out a sigh of relief when John hadn't seen me leave.

That day at work was a nightmare. I couldn't focus on anything because my thoughts were only focused on John. I couldn't seem to shake that night out of my head. The way his lips felt on mine. How I could feel his length underneath me. The pit in my stomach when I rutted against him and the consequential grunt he let out in return. All of it made me want him so badly. So much so that the thought of driving home in the middle of the day to fuck him was on my mind more than once. And I got pretty close to acting on it.

But, the day drew to a close and I had to go home to him. Something that I loved and dreaded. I packed up my stuff and drove home. When I got to the front door, I let out a long sigh before unlocking it and stepping inside. I saw John on the couch watching a movie. I smiled at him before placing my bag down on the ground. He paused the movie and looked over at me.

"Hi," he said in his soft voice.

"Hi," I replied.

"Do you want to watch this with me? Just started it a couple of minutes ago. Might be fun." He was trying to get me to sit with him. And as much as that did sound like a lot of fun, I still wasn't ready to face him.

"I can't. I just want to...uh sleep right now. Sorry, I-"

"Are you avoiding me?" He asked. Placing the remote down by his side and turning his full attention toward me. I stood completely frozen in my spot. I guess I hadn't done the best job of hiding it from him. My non-answer gave him everything he needed to know. "Why?" He was more serious and stern than before.

"You wouldn't understand." I finally spoke. It's like he pulled it right out of me.

"Try me." He retorted, standing up from the couch.

"I can't," I replied. "I just can't."

"Did I do something wrong? Did I push you too far? Because if I'm remembering that other night correctly, then you were just as into it as I was." He took a couple of steps closer to me. I was still glued to my spot.

"I loved what we did together the other night," I admitted. There was no point in hiding it. He could tell that I liked it from how I was kissing him.

"Then what is it? Why are you avoiding me?" He was a little angrier now. Not raising his voice, but I could tell that he was at the edge with all of this. He had just about enough with my teasing and wishy-washy behavior.

"I can't explain that to you. I'm not even sure if I know myself." I had spent the last two days trying to rationalize what I was doing to him, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fully understand what I was doing. There was always something in me that told me that this wasn't the best thing. That being with him is what we both needed.

"What the hell am I supposed to think?" He said, walking right up to me. Only a step between the two of us. "First, we dance together and almost kiss. Something that I simply brushed off as you not being ready. And then we get close again and drink and make out on your couch. You even straddled me for Christ's sake. Now, you seem to want nothing to do with me. I don't understand." It hurt me to know that he was thinking about the same exact thing I was. But, from another angle. An angle that made him think I wasn't deeply in love with him.

"I-I," I couldn't finish. Nothing was coming out of my mouth. I couldn't form words anymore. Everything he said was true.

"Do you even like me?" He asked. His voice returning to the softness it once had. His eyes turning down in sadness at his own words. "Is that it? Have you been leading me on because you think that I need this in order to stay here with you? Because I want it, but I don't need it. I only want it if you want it too. I don't want to push you into something you don't want to do." My breathing quickened as I felt my eyes prick with tears at the tone of his voice. At the words coming from his mouth. There was a long pause. Waiting for me to answer him. He needed an answer.

"There is nothing I want more in this world than to be with you. And I mean that whole-heartedly. Nothing." I replied in a tone slightly louder than a whisper. His eyes bore into mine. There was another pause.

"Then, why are you avoiding me?" He repeated his question. I still didn't have an answer to it. He stepped even closer to me. So close that we could feel the other person's breath on our faces.

"Because I don't want my heart broken," I replied. It wasn't the full truth. But it was most of it.

"Sometimes you just have to take that risk," he whispered.

"I truly wish that I could," I whispered back.

"Why can't you?" He asked. His eyes staring right at my lips. My breath hitched in my throat when I noticed. Unable to keep myself at bay any more.

"I can't tell you and you wouldn't understand," I replied.

"You said that already," He retorted.

"I know, but it's the truth." I didn't know how else to answer him.

"What would the harm be in a little heartbreak? It happens to everyone. Why not have a little fun in the meantime?" His words made me melt. Letting a small whimper out of my mouth. Melting softly against the wall that I had been pushed up to. I was frozen again and he backed away a step. "But, only if you're up for it. I don't want to do anything you wouldn't want to participate in. It's up to you." I stood there looking at him. He was giving me my chance. My last chance. If I pushed him away, he would stay away. If I wanted him, he would have me for good.

It was time for me to decide.

My eyes flitted back and forth as I thought of what my next words would be. Carefully I thought about whenever we would get him back to his time. How it might affect the past/future if he was in love with me and not Veronica. But, I guess we had passed that stage anyway. It wasn't like he didn't like me at all and I would be flipping the switch. He had feelings for me and there was nothing I could do to change that. Plus, he knows things about the future. And having my heart broken a little and him having feelings for me couldn't be any worse than that.

And it doesn't help that he's still standing so close to me. My heart is aching for him and I don't know how long he will be here with me, but I know I can't keep torturing myself like this for much longer. It can't be good for my health.

"I want to be with you so badly. So fucking badly," I admitted to him. He stepped closer to me again and put his hand on my hip.

"Then, let's take a risk. If I like you and you like me, then nothing else should matter, right?" I nodded. He was right. How could I regret something like this? It's only what I had been dreaming of since I was 16. And now was my chance. I wasn't going to throw it away. I can't help his feelings. We were in too deep to try and forget them.

"Okay," I whispered. "Okay." I let a wide smile creep across my face. He did the same. Mimicking my happiness. His eyes moved down to my neck. Exposed and perfect for kissing. He leaned down and pressed his lips softly to my skin. I let out a whimper. His lip were so soft and gentle. I melted into him as his kisses became more heated.

"I want you so bad," he said into my skin. I let out a small moan at his words and I felt the heat rise in my lower stomach. All of my blood pumping to the space between my legs as he began to suck and nibble at my skin. I wrapped an arm around his neck and let my hand plunge into his impossibly soft hair. Feeling every strand against my fingertips and pressing his head further against me.

He chuckled into the crook of my neck at my actions and stepped even closer to me. Our bodies flush against each other and both of his hands now resting on my hips. Pulling them as close to him as he could. His mouth moved further up my neck and I cocked my head to the side to allow him better access. He kissed right below my ear, even nibbling it a bit making me jump at the feeling.

His hands moved from my hips and slowly reached across my ass. Taking one cheek in each hand as he squeezed lightly. It all felt amazing. A man hadn't touched me like this in too long and I was even more worked up by who was touching me. I kept letting out small whimpers and moans at his actions. And after he had been kissing my neck for a while, he hips jerked into mine involuntarily. He tried to back them off and said 'sorry' at his actions, but I softly pushed him away.

He stared at my face, worried that I was telling him to stop. But, I simply wanted to kiss him. Properly this time. Not will all the alcohol running through my system. A proper kiss. I leaned in and closed my eyes. He did the same and our lips crashed together in a needy kiss. Our lips were radiating warmth as they mingled together. Loving the taste of each other. Electricity flew between us and I melted even more into him. The only thought flying through my head was why hadn't we been doing this sooner? Why was I so scared? This is obviously what we should have been doing all along.

The pit in my stomach grew larger and tighter when his body was flush up against mine again and I could feel his hardening length against me. I pushed him away one more time.

"Get on the couch," I instructed, nodding my head towards it. His eyes were blown out with lust and grew a little darker at the suggestion.

"Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded. "This is what you want? Truly?" I nodded again.

"Fuck yes," I breathed out. He stepped back and sat down on the couch. I kissed him when I moved over there as well, standing between his spread legs. I got down on my knees and placed my hands on his thighs while we kissed some more. His hand was tangled in my hair as I smiled and giggled into the kisses. Eventually, I broke away.

The look on his face when I started to slink my hands and body down his was something that will forever be burned into my memory. His eyes blown out with lust, his chest rapidly heaving up and down from excitement, his lips parted as he took quick breaths. Like this was exactly what he had imagined it to be.

I traced my hands over his crotch. Lightly tapping my fingers against the tented fabric. I could see goose bumps forming on his skin as he adjusted himself in his seat, still not totally believing what was happening. My breathing quickened as well. Lips parted just like his as I reached for the button on his jeans. I undid it and the zipper agonizingly slow. I looked up at him and smirked. I could tell that the teasing was something he loved but needed to be over with already.

I pulled his pants down as much as I could before toying with the waistline of his underwear. I slowly wrapped my fingers around it and slid it down as well. His dick popped out from underneath the fabric. I whimpered at the sight of it. Long and hard. Just waiting to be played with. My breathing quickened. I had always imagined what it looked like especially after hearing rumors that he was the largest in the band. But, I never thought I would see it in front of me.

A switch flipped in my head. I was no longer worried about the repercussions of this. Those didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was that I showed this man that I had been pining over for so long just how much he meant to me and just how much I wanted to make him feel good.

I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and he winced at the slightly cold touch. I apologized and began moving them up and down. Creating a very slow rhythm. I adjusted myself so my mouth was closer to his cock. I kitten licked the tip of it and his eyes fluttered shut. His mouth opening a little wider in the process. I kept licking it. Small, almost silent moans fell from his lips.

I wrapped my mouth around his head and he let out a grunt at the warmth that now surrounded a small part of him. My hand was still working him slowly as I lowered my mouth down on him more. Taking as much of him as I possibly could. I made a new rhythm with my mouth. Quicker than my hand.

At times, I would take my hands away and place them on the top of his thighs. Just using my mouth to work him. He let out multiple moans and grunts at my actions. Encouraging me to keep going. I could feel my pulse between my legs as the wetness there grew. I made my eyes as big as they could go and looked up at him innocently. When he made eye contact with me, his hips involuntarily bucked upwards into my mouth. I let out a small sigh at how hot that was. How much he wanted to fuck me and my mouth. How he didn't want to let out his dominating side just yet and let me have my way with him.

I always took him as one to be more dominating than he let on. But, now I had proof. At the first sign of my submissiveness, his body couldn't handle itself.

"Fuck," he moaned out, making me moan against him. It turned me on so much to know that he was liking this. His hand tangled in my hair. Faintly pushing me further onto his cock. It worked a little and his head was thrown back in pleasure. His moans increased in volume as I kept working him with my mouth. "Gonna cum," he warned me and I popped off of him. He looked confused and hurt at my sudden halt.

"Not until you fuck me," I said. Tracing down his spit-covered dick with my index finger. He let out a noise that I could only describe as a small growl.

"Holy shit," he replied in a whisper as his chest heaved up and down some more.

"How about we go in the bedroom?" I offered. Trying to act as innocent as possible. He nodded frantically and I stood up. Reaching my hand out for him to take. He gladly wrapped his fingers around mine as I led him into my room. As soon as I opened the door, I was very glad that I had cleaned up all of the Queen stuff yesterday. I didn't want there to be any wasted time between now and when his dick is inside me.

I pulled him up to the bed and I plopped down on it. He looked a little silly with his pants down to the tops of his thighs and his cock standing at full attention out in the open. I giggled a little as he stared down at me. He was frozen now, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. I sat up on the bed.

"What is it?" I asked, placing my hand on his hip.

"I just- Are you sure that you want this?" He wanted to make sure that I was comfortable even when his dick was just about ready to burst. I fluttered my eyes at him.

"I want you," I said as I pulled off my shirt, revealing the black bra I was wearing underneath. "More specifically," I kept going as I tossed the shirt to the side of the bed. I looked back up at him and made direct eye contact. "I want you to fuck me better than anyone you've ever fucked before." My eyes were wide and blown out just like his. I heard him whimper at my statement.

My hands moved down to my pants and I undid them. Pulling them off my legs and throwing them away to join my shirt. Once I was just down to my underwear, I laid back, letting my head rest against the pillow and I just stared at him. Waiting for him to join me.

"You know, I think you're a bit overdressed for this," I smirked. He scrambled to get his clothes off until he had nothing on. Throwing bits of fabric everywhere in my room. Completely discarding them without a care in the world. He pounced onto the bed and hovered above me. Planting a searing kiss to my lips. We sat there kissing for a bit before my hands moved to my back to unclasp my bra.

With one quick motion, I pulled it off and threw it on the floor. He stared down at my breasts. Taking them in before diving down to kiss them gently. Praising my body the entire time.

"You're so beautiful. Fuck, I can't believe we're going to do this. You don't know how much I want this." Praises dripping from his lips as his tongue brushed over my nipples and he sucked on the skin around and on my breasts. He kissed lower as well. Trailing kisses down my torso until he got to my panties. Completely soaked through and ruined.

He kissed my hipbones before taking my panties off the throwing them to the side as well. He stared at my pussy before diving in a planting chaste kisses on my clit. I moaned at the feeling of his mouth on me, but I needed to have him now.

"As much as I love that," I started breathlessly. "I need you inside me right fucking now. We can do that later if we want." He didn't need to be told twice as he hovered over me once again. Kissing my cheekbones and jawline as he lined himself up to my entrance. Dragging his tip along my wet folds before completely entering me in one, slow motion.

He moaned into the crook of my neck and I moaned along with him. I felt so full and he was already so deep inside me. My tightness around him made it even more pleasurable for him that he would have imagined. He started pumping in and out of me. Full, deep strokes. Not too fast and not too slow.

We both were letting out loud, almost pornographic moans at the feeling of being wrapped around one another. Not before long, his pace quickened. I loved the feeling as he was hitting my G-spot over and over again perfectly. His length filling me up so much that I could practically feel him in my stomach.

Curses were whispered into each other's skin as we placed loving kisses on each other's faces and shoulders through this whole process. Making sure the other person knew how much they were loved and appreciated. Then, his thrusts got sloppy.

"Are you close, baby?" I asked. He nodded into me.

"Yes, love," he replied, completely out of breath.

"Want you to pull out, okay?" He nodded again. "Good." I started to move my hand down to help my own orgasm along, but he felt it move and he stopped that from happening. Grabbing my wrist and yanking it away. Instead, his hand attached to my clit and started rubbing fast circles into me, making me scream out at the feeling.

"That's it," he whispered. His pace continued until I was just at the edge. My moans increasing in pitch. His thrusts quickened as well to get closer to the edge with me. That was when I exploded all over his cock. Spasming under him and becoming a moaning mess. My eyes fluttering back into my head as my mouth was opened in a perfect O-shape. I tightened around his dick and that gave him everything he needed. He pulled out quickly and with a few pumps of his hand, he came all over my stomach. His hot seed spilling against my fiery skin.

His moans and grunts were just as overwhelming and loud as mine. They were so hot that they almost sent me over the edge for the second time. He flopped onto the bed next to me and cuddled up against me. We both tried to calm our breathing while the warm stench of sex filled the air.

I was the first to return to normal. Turning my head toward him and planting kisses all over his face. He gave me a tired smile as his eyes closed.

"Don't go to sleep yet," I whispered. "Someone has to clean me up."

"Oh yeah," he laughed. "I'm on it." He got up from the bed and ran into the bathroom to grab a washcloth. He came back and stood over my fucked-out body. "It might be cold," he warned before pressing it to my skin. I winced at the cold cloth hitting my body, but I was cleaned up in no time. And he was cuddling up against me again within a minute.

"That was pretty good," I said as I placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Just pretty good?" He teased.

"Well, I only came once, so I can't really judge it yet."I joked. He laughed and I scooted closer to him on the bed. "I'm sorry I was being such a bitch earlier. In fact, the whole time you've been here. I really don't know what I was thinking. We should have been doing this for a long time."

"It's alright," he responded. "We're here now. And I might even say that it was pretty damn good." We both chuckled and then the tone got a bit more serious. "Does this mean I can sleep in your bed tonight?"

"This means you can sleep in my bed every night from now on," he smiled as he leaned in for a kiss. We lovingly exchanged one before his eyes closed again.

"I'm pretty tired now," he chuckled.

"Me too," I replied as I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck. We fell asleep shortly after and it was one of the best night's rest I've had in a very long time.

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poedjarin · 5 years

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27 with roger pleasee 😘

27. “Jesus Christ! Knock next time would you”

Blurb’s under the cut - slight filth involved. Sorry if it sucks!

“You have got to keep quiet, love…” Roger’s voice was above a whisper, lips tweaked into an amused smile as his free hand enveloped your mouth.

His other hand was between your legs as you sat perched on top of the washing machine. You bit down on the flesh in retaliation, causing Roger wince and pull back his hands.

“Christ, woman!” He shook the hand and used the other as a slight punishment; the pad of his thumb pressed firm circles into your clit in revenge. Your eyes fluttered shut once again, and even though you’d tried your hardest to silence yourself, an audible whimper escaped your lips.

Roger shushed you, but, like clockwork, the patter of footsteps were heard from down the hall and rapidly approached. Roger held you still, hoping the silence would ward whomever off. But the closet doors flew open moments later.

“Found ‘em!” Deaky yelled, his mushroom cut backlit from the light of the hallway.

“Jesus Christ! Knock next time would you?” Roger pressed as much of himself against you, hoping that John wouldn’t be able to see the bits of exposed skin from your shirt hiked up over your breasts.

Deaky’s eyes crinkled and he tilted his head.

“You’re the ones who chose to shag in a laundry closet…”

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stateofloveandnegan · 5 years

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The Ex’s Friend - John Deacon

I couldn’t let this idea slip and I’m thinking of making a second part? Maybe in which they’re gonna tell the others?? Lemme know if you’renup for that!

Requested by: no one

Gif is mine*

“But seriously, how long has it been since you and Bri broke up?” Tina asks while I’m making us dinner. I let out a sigh, knowing very well what she’s trying to get to.

I put a bowl of snack-veggies on the table in front of her, “It’s been six months, Ti. And no, I’m not in the mood to go out, especially not to see Smile.” I state, rather annoyed by the fact that she keeps trying to get me to see them again.

“Smile doesn’t exist anymore, sweetheart. And back to what I was trying to point out, how long has it been since you’ve seen him?” Tina asks while helping me finish up dinner and putting it down on the table.

She sits down as I let out another sigh and sit down across from her as she puts some food on our plates. “It’s been about two months since I last saw him? I’m not sure, something like that.”

We both start eating, and I must say that it’s turned out very well. “Wait, Smile doesn’t exist anymore? What d’you mean, what happened?” it only now comes through.

“Tim left a while ago, in the meantime Bri and Rog have found a new singer and a new bassist, they’re called Queen.” Tina explains and it actually makes me curious as to what their new band is like. “Why are you so scared to see him again?” her voice is barely above a whisper.

My eyes move up and meet her concerned ones. “I just- its, I know it was a mutual decision, the break up, but I’m scared that I’ll regret it once I see him again. I mean, bumping into him two months ago also made me feel a little sad and I just want to prevent myself from falling into some sort of hole.” I explain, finally letting out my feelings for the first time ever.

Brian and I dated for a year, but at the end of it we both realised we were more acting like a brother and sister to each other than lovers.

“You made that decision with good reason, (Y/N). Please, just let’s go out tonight, I’m sure it’ll be lots of fun. I miss going out with you.” I know she’s right, so th next thing I do is nod and send her a smile, “Alright, alright, we’re going out. Let’s just finish this food up and go.”

It doesn’t take us long to finish dinner and get ready quickly, we’re already on our way to the club only 30 minutes later.

The club is as full as always, people all over the place, enjoying the recently-formed band’s performance. When I look up to the stage with a beer in my hand, my eyes almost immediately meet Brian’s. His expression turns surprised for a second, but he quickly sends me a smile and a short wave through his guitar-playing.

My eyes wander to Roger, who also notices me and smiles, lifting one of his drumsticks as a hello-gesture. I smile back at him and wave shortly. As I look over to the singer, who’s voice is goddamn angel-like, I smile at how he’s getting the audience to dance and sing along with the songs, it seems like they’ve been together for quite some time as a lot of people are singing along with the lyrics.

When my eyes meet the last member, they get stuck on the guy. “Who’s the bassist?” I ask Tina and she smirks at me, “John. He’s cute, isn’t he?” and without really acknowledging the action, I nod, still staring at him and admiring how he’s completely pouring everything into the performance.

It takes me a couple of minutes to regain my composure and when I snap out of my daze I feel the heat rush to my cheeks. I immediately take a huge swig of my beer, Tina chuckling at my flustered figure. “Seems like you’ve got no problem with seeing Brian again, have you now?”

I slap her playfully, causing her to spill some of her beer over her hand. She laughs and just gives me a knowing look.

Tina takes ahold of my hand and walks us both more to the front of the stage, to get a better view. Every damn step closer, John seems to get even more handsome than from afar.

My eyes meet his and I can feel myself tense up, keeping my stare on him as he sends me a shy smile, seeming a tad uncomfortable with me staring at him so intently. I shake my head to get out of the trance and awkwardly smile at him before turning my head in a different direction, trying very hard not to let my eyes wander back to his form.

I fail multiple times at doing that, meeting is eyes on one other occasion. After they’re done with the show, the guys go to the back, but Brian walks up to me and Tina.

“It’s so good to see you! How have you been?” he asks while engulfing me in a hug, kissing my cheek gently before moving back. I smile at him, happy to find him so happy. “I’ve been good, thanks. What about yourself? I see you’ve got some new bandmembers?”

Brian explains what happened with Smile and how Queen was born. Tina is listening intently to our conversation, sending me a smile when I meet her eyes. “Let me introduce you to Fred and John, yeah? I mean, I saw you ogling John earlier, I’m sure you’re interested in meeting him, not?”

I gasp at Brian for being so blunt and forward and slap him playfully, “Goddamn you Brian! Why are you still so alert on everything I do?”

Laughter comes from both Tina and Brian’s mouths, “It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out, (Y/N), you were downright staring at the poor lad. But seriously, come with me. Tina, you too.

So, without much to say, Tina and I follow Brian to the back where we find the rest of the guys. Roger immediately jumps up and pulls my into his embrace, “Jesus, glad to see you’re still alive!”

I laugh and wrap my arms around him, “It’s good t see you, Rog. How’ve you been? Still a ladies’ man, I see?” I ask, gesturing over to two girls only a couple metres away from us, making lovey-dovey eyes at Roger.

Roger just smacks me playfully and tells me how he’s been. A little later, the singer, who I presume is called Fred- or Freddie, walks up to us and smiles, “You must be (Y/N), I’ve heard quite some things about you, darling.”

My eyes go wide in an instant as I turn to Brian and Roger, “What exactly have those two been telling you about me?” I ask as I turn back to Freddie.

“Just that you’re a very lovely lady and all just positive things, don’t worry. I’m Freddie.” he chuckles as he holds out his hand, which I take and shake, “It’s nice to meet you, Freddie.”

Last, but certainly not least, I notice John sitting in the open back of their van. Brian gives my a slight push in his direction and has a shit-eating grin on his face when I meet his eyes. I turn back to look in front of me and notice John’s quietly drinking a beer.

“Hey,” I say softly when I’m close enough to him. His head snaps up and he freezes for a second before sending me a smile, “Hello.”

I have absolutely no idea what to say and the air between us is simply awkward. “I, eh- I saw you on stage earlier. I’m (Y/N), a friend of Brian’s and Roger’s.”

John nods, “You’re Brian’s ex-girlfriend, right?” and my heart sinks at his question. So that’s what I’m known for, ‘Brian’s ex’. This way I’ll never get him to like me if he just sees me like the ex of his bandmate.

“Ehm, yeah, I am…” I mumble, looking down at my feet. To break the awkward silence around us, I decide to speak up again, “You were pretty amazing out there.”

My eyes meet his and I swear I see him blush ever so lightly, but it’s probably just my imagination. “Thanks. I’m john, by the way.”

I smile, a blush creeping on my face, “I know, Tina told me while you were on stage.” John’s eyes go wide for a second in confusion, “I asked her who you were…”

“Hey kiddo’s, we’re heading out for a drink, you two wanna join?” Roger’s voice interrupts us, fortunately, I think to myself, this got damn awkward.

John and I both turn our heads to Roger and I nod, “Yeah sure, I’m in for a drink.” I turn back to John, “What about you?”

An adorable smile enters John’s face, “Yeah, why not? let’s go.”

Not much later the boys, Tina and I are sitting in a booth in a café not far from the club. It’s crowded, but not too crowded. Brian and Tina made sure that John and I were pressed against one another, Brian on my other side and Tina on John’s other side. They were sending each other knowing glances, along with smirks, and every time I caught one of them, their smiles and smirks just increased.

“Let’s play a game.” Freddie states when we’re all set with drinks. Everyone raises their eyebrows at him, “I’m gonna make sure we’ll have enough shots and then we’ll play ‘never have I ever’.”

At first, we were all just making fun of the idea, but eventually agreed on playing the game. Freddie makes sure the shots came in and when that’s done, he is the first one to play.

“Never have I ever had sex with someone in this group.” a smirk enters his face and I roll my eyes, downing a shot along with Brian. I expect us to be the only ones, but when I look to the right and see Tina downing a shot as well, along with Roger, my eyes go wide.

I slap her playfully, moving a little closer to John in the process, “Why didn’t I know this?! When did it happen??" I notice both Brian’s, Freddie’s and John’s expression changing as well, “We were drunk, alright. We were drunk and we were horny.” Roger inquires.

“Aaaalright, next.” it’s Tina who is the most embarrassed of all, causing the others to burst into laughter. I nudge her once again, John backing slightly up when my leg bumps into his. “How was it?” I whisper to Tina.

“Alright! Never have I ever been ogling someone in this band while they were on stage, without them being your boyfriend.” Tina states, ignoring my question and immediately backfiring at me with her words. I glare at her and I can hear Brian snickering from beside me.

It takes me a while, but after a couple of minutes I finally get into it and down the another shot. “What! Who?” Roger snaps, not believing any of it.

“That’s not the game, Rog.” I snap, getting slightly annoyed and embarrassed. When the attention moves from me to some guy yelling in another part of the bar, I sneak a swift glance at John, who, I find, is already looking at me.

I shyly smile at him and he send me one back, scratching the back of his neck in the process. A while later and a lot of shots later, the six of us were walking down the road back to Freddie’s place; Freddie decided to have a big sleepover.

“You ok?” John softly asks me as the two of us walk a couple of metres behind the rest, who are all hanging on each other, shitfaced. John and me are both the least-affected ones, being only slightly tipsy.

I smile at him, “I’m alright, better than them, at least.” I tell him, pointing at Roger who’s being held by Tina and Brian, who almost keep tripping every step, and Freddie who’s dancing and singing like a maniac.

John laughs and I join him immediately, feeling so at ease with him around me. The rest of the walk is spent in silence, comfortable and easy. John and I keep stealing glances at each other and whenever I catch him doing so, I feel myself going red and blushing furiously. One time he chuckles, but he’s quite the shy one himself, so he doesn’t dare speak up about it.

One time, the moonlight shines perfectly on his face and it lights up his features even more. My gaze gets stuck on his face and I can’t help but admire his features. That’s also when I walk into a lamppost, due to not focusing on the road, but on John instead.

“Shit (Y/N)! Are you ok?!” John immediately speaks up, putting his arms around me to support me. I hiss, an immediate shot of pain shooting through my head as it starts pounding. “Fuck, that hurts.” I curse, laughing awkwardly as I clutch my hands on the spot I hit.

John lets out a laugh as well, “I can imagine. Turn around.” He commands. He’s still standing behind me, one hand on my waist and the other on my shoulder, when I realise this, I immediately feel the heat rushing up to my cheeks again. I slowly turn around and look into his eyes, which are already on me.

He smiles softly before eyeing the already black spot on my head, “Fortunately, your skin isn’t broken so it’ll just be a bruise, no need for disinfection.” He tells me while carefully brushing a strand of hair out of my face.

I nod, letting him know I understand, before closing my eyes, welcoming another wave of nausea. Within the matter of seconds that my eyes are closed, John leans in and gently presses a kiss against my cheek.

Once again heat rises to my cheeks and John has me a flustered mess. I open my eyes and when I meet his eyes I can see that he’s nervous about his previous action. To assure him that it’s alright, I lean in and peck his lips softly.

John smiles and carefully wraps one arm around my shoulders as we start walking further. “Let me walk you home. We can let Freddie know you hit your head and wanted to go home, I mean, it’s not very smart to go wild now…”

His concern makes my knees weaken and I lean my head softly on his shoulder, careful to not hurt myself in the process. “That’s a rather good idea, actually.”

John tightens his grip on me as we walk back to my house, the other’s already being god knows how much further, they didn’t even notice that I bumped into the pole, because they were too far away from us then, let alone now after we’ve stayed put for at least five minutes.

We reach my house and I let John in without hesitation, “Can I get you something to drink?” I ask him as we’ve both taken off our coats.

John chuckles shyly, “Ehm yeah, this might sound weird, but do you have some tea?” I smile, “As a matter of fact I do, and it isn’t weird, I’m in the mood for some tea now as well. Or maybe it is weird, but then at least we’re weird together, right?”

We both laugh a bit and I start making some tea. My head still pounds and I’m startled when John enters the kitchen. “Do you have an icepack or something? You should cool your head, otherwise it’ll only swell.”

I nod, my hand once again clutched on the black spot, and gesture over to the freezer. John takes out an icepack and covers it in a cloth before walking up to me. He’s standing in front of me, eyeing me with a smile on his face, “May I?”

My hand moves back down to my side, allowing John to gently press the clothed icepack against the sore spot. I hiss when it connects with the skin, but I soon realise how good it actually feels to cool it. My eyes wander back to John’s and I smile at him, “Thanks John.”

“Don’t mention it.” he smiles, but his expression quickly changes into something that almost seems sad. He moves away from me after making sure I’ve got the cloth in my own hand, walking back to the couch to take a seat before sipping his hot tea.

I frown and follow him into the living room, noticing the conflicted look on his face. I sit down on the side-table in the middle of the room, facing john, “Something wrong?”

“No.” he almost immediately snaps. Only a second later he lets out a long sigh and his eyes are intently focused on the content of his cup, “Yes…”

I lean a little forward and put my free hand on his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, “What’s wrong?”

John lets out yet another sigh and puts his cup of tea down next to me, “I just, I like you, (Y/N). And I think you like me, too. But you’re Brian’s ex…”

Of course, that’s what’s bothering him… I finally find a nice guy, after Brian, and he makes a problem out of the fact that I’m his bandmate’s ex.

John must’ve noticed the bothered and pained expression that enters my face and speaks up once more, “I mean-”

“No,” I cut him off, “I get it, really. He’s one of your best friends and it’d be a sin to be into his ex. I understand.” I get up and walk into the small hallway to grab some painkillers for my head.

That’s when I also realise we still haven’t called the guys, I walk over from the small cabinet to the telephone and dial Freddie’s number, which he’d written down on a small paper during our time in the bar, in case I'd ever need it.

The phonecall is short and fortunately Freddie makes no big deal out of not, probably also not even realising that John’s still with me. To be honest, I’d feel better if John weren’t here right now.

“(Y/N),” John’s voice is soft as he enters the hallway. I didn’t even realise the tears that were softly making their way down my face as I put the phone back on the horn. “Hey, hey why are you crying?”

His figure is beside mine in an instant as he wraps his arms around me before gently turning me, my face is pressed against his chest as I sob into it. John softly pats the back of my head, careful not to hurt me and whispers sweet nothings into my ear.

After a couple of minutes my sobs turn into some sniffles and John gently pushes me back a little to look at me, “What’s wrong?”

I let out a breathy laugh, “I just- it’s multiple things coming out all at once, I’m afraid. Things I’ve been holding inside.”

“You can talk to me.” he says, putting his thumb and index-finger underneath my chin to make me look up to him. I send him a smile through my puffy eyes and he gestures for me to walk back to the living room.

We both go back and he guides me over to the couch, sitting down closely next to me, legs touching one another’s.

“I’ve just not been feeling very relaxed lately. It all started with my mum getting sick last year, it all went alright until last month, when she heard that she probably doesn’t have much longer than three months to go. Then came Brian and I breaking up, not much later after hearing of my mother’s illness, which was a mutual decision, but I was unsure about it for a long time, until tonight actually. I’ve thought I made the wrong decision for months. That was until I met someone else tonight, and now that guy is telling me that the fact that I’m his bandmate’s ex is bothering him.” I rant and I know John wants to say something, but I beat him to it.

“I know it’s not your fault and I understand where it’s coming from, John. It’s just that I really like you and it hurts, because I know you like me too, but you don’t even want to give it a try.” After I’m done with my rant, fresh tears are making their way down my face.

John hurriedly puts his hands on my face, wiping away the tears, “Don’t cry, it’ll only increase your headache.”

I let out a breathy, choking-like, laugh. “I’m sorry, for making you feel this way. I’m just not sure what Brian will think… I don’t want to lose my position in the band.”

“I know, but I’m sure Brian doesn’t mind. He even pushed me to talk to you, didn’t you notice?” I tell him, smiling fondly at Brian’s eagerness for me to talk to John. “It’s just that ever since Bri and I broke up, I’ve never had any luck with guys and now there’s this amazing guy, sitting right in front of me, and I don’t want things to go wrong again.”

John smiles at my words, “You’re right, I am an amazing guy, thanks for pointing that out.” I scoff and slap his chest playfully, “Ouch!” he acts as though he’s very hurt, but smiles at me and pulls me into his embrace, backing his face slightly to look down at mine, smiling at me as he brings his lips closer to mine.

His lips are soft against mine and it feels so much better than the quick peck from earlier. I sigh into him and my hands rest on his chest as his hands are now cupping my face, stroking my cheeks gently.

We break apart, both in the need of air. When we regain our breathing, we smile at each other and once more he throws his arms around me, pulling me down on the couch with him as he’s now lying underneath me.

I snuggle into him and when he notices a duvet on the armrest of the couch, just above his head, he grabs it and places is delicately around our tangled forms.

One of my arms move around his waist, drawing small circles on the skin right above his waistband, his shirt being moved up a bit. John gently places his hands on my sides, “Even if he isn’t ok with it at first, I’ll be sure to convince him it won’t change anything. Because I won’t let this, I won’t let you, go that easily.”

A huge smile enters my face and when I look up to meet his eyes, I notice John is very much mirroring my expression, “You’re one of a kind, John Deacon.”

“And my kind is especially for you.”

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Can my request be sorta vague? Cause I just really want some friends to lovers with john

Alright you! So this almost dipped into being angsty but I pulled it back! I really hope you like it 💖

You and John had known each other for as long as you could remember. Probably even longer than that. He was the closest and best friend you had, and you felt like you almost knew him better than you knew your siblings.

He was an attractive young man too - no doubts. And even though you had felt a little guilty and strange about it, you had thought about being more than friends with him. Multiple times, even. But it didn’t seem like he had been having the same thoughts. He had invited you to everything - almost like you were inseparable. But whenever he would touch you, he would be very careful and respecting, never opting for your bare skin or somewhere more intimate, like your lower back or your butt. Just like friends -and you were friends! The best of friends.

So, when he invited you to Brian’s birthday party you quickly said yes. You did know his bandmates very well and if John hadn’t invited you, Brian probably would have done so himself. You spend your night running around with Roger and Freddie, who turned out to be a very bad influence on you. But you had fun! Tons and tons of fun.

That was until you spotted John in the corner of the room, heavily making out with some random floozy. As if you played a part in a bad movie you completely stopped whatever you were doing, and your jaw dropped. It wasn’t right of you to get jealous - he was just your friend. Right?

None the less, seeing him with another woman made your eyes water and your chest felt heavy. The party just wasn’t fun anymore and you decided to bid the Roger and Freddie goodbye, before you walked over and very obliviously interrupted John’s heated make out session, much to the dismay of the girl he was with.

“Hey, I’m heading home” you melancholically spoke, not even trying to hide, that you were in a bad mood.

“Oh no, why?” he asked while moving his hand down to hold hands with the girl, who was now standing behind him.

“Uh.. I’m just not.. Feeling it. See you around, John” you spoke hastily before you quickly turned around to make sure John wouldn’t see the tears that started to fill your eyes.

The party was weeks ago by now and you had barely spoken to John since. Being around him was too painful. Maybe you were just destined to never be more than friends. Obviously, John had noticed that you had tried to stay away from him. You weren’t picking up his calls, joining them at the studio or popping by his flat like you used to.

“Sweets? Are you home?” You heard John’s voice beam from outside your front door.

“Uh.. No” you replied before quickly facepalming. Why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut.

“What?” he replied while shaking the door, in the hopes that you had unlocked it.

“I.. I’m not.. John, I don’t know what to say, I’m just not in a good mood okay?” You said, leaning up against the door.

“Please let me in. I haven’t seen you in weeks. I miss you!” he pleaded, softly knocking on the door.

“John.. Please” you whispered, unsure if he could hear you.

“Open the door” he softly replied, and you couldn’t stop yourself from following his desperate plea.

“What’s going on with you sweets? You have been acting strange ever since Brian’s party” He pulled you in for a hug and you couldn’t help but melt into his touch.

“It’s nothing.. Really. I think I’m just a little stressed” you murmured.

He didn’t believe you, but he didn’t want to annoy you with further questions. He just held you tight and rubbed your back, which you deeply appreciated.

“Uh, there’s another party tonight, if you wanna come? I know you’re not feeling great but.. I thought at maybe, you know.. A beer could help?” He whispered into your hair.

“John, I.. I don’t know. The last party didn’t really.. It wasn’t really..”

“Oh, was it something at the party?”

You pulled away from him feeling your eyes get slightly watery again, reliving the memories of him with his tongue down some random girl’s throat.

“It was, wasn’t it! What happened?” His voice was filled with worry and he snaked his hands down your arms to grab your hands.

“I don’t think I should.. I mean.. It’s so stupid I shouldn’t even..” You stammered, suddenly feeling very ashamed of your feelings.

“Hey, you know you can tell me anything, right?” He moved his hand up to your cheek and gently ran his thumb over your cheekbone.

“I don’t know, John. I think this is just.. A little too much. It’s embarrassing, really”

“No, it’s not. Tell me, please”

“Who was that girl you were kissing at Brian’s party?” you finally blurted out and you felt your cheeks redden.

“Uhm, I don’t.. Remember her name” he shyly admitted, which made your heart feel a little lighter than it had felt in weeks.

You didn’t respond to him but merely nodded instead, moving your hands up to pull his hand away from your face.

“That kiss.. Made me feel really.. Strange” you shyly admitted

“Strange?”

“I didn’t.. Like it. I think I got jealous. And-and I know we’re just friends and all that so I should be jeal-”

John almost leapt forward, crashing his lips onto yours taking you by such surprised that you moaned in to his mouth, which made him smile and pull you closer. You got over your initial chock and finally kissed him back with the same force that he was applying. You got lost in time and only when the two of you were absolutely desperate for air you pulled apart, gasping.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long” John admitted, while softly gasping to catch his breath.

“Me too.. I’m so glad you finally did it” you laughed and pulled him in for another deep and passionate kiss.

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