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warriorteam1924 · 6 months

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The little things

featuring John Deacon

Author note : Hello my beauties. I'm back for a tiny piece for halloween ^^ ! I’ve been super busy lately and I’m aware it’s not my best piece, but I hope some of you will enjoy it anyways. Thanks in advance to anyone who will be giving honest feedback, it’s always very appreciated. Also, I remind you English isn’t my mother tongue, apologies in advance for the mistakes.

Warnings : none really, just my awful writing

Summary : a nice moment for halloween for John

Words count : 950 words

Permanent taglist : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @orionis8689 (apologies people, i removed you from the list, since you don't interact.... i asked for communication....)

It was the end of October already and autumn had eventually settled down. It was about time, John thought. At the beginning of the month, he recalled being in the garden, wandering around his flowers, feeling the hot sun on his shoulders, feeling way too warm for the old man he was, merely wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

And of course, the end of October also meant Halloween. It was now a very common celebration, even in London now. Kids would dress up as celebrities or scary creatures and would knock on the neighborhood doors to trick or treat. When it came to adults, most of them were just picking up nice costumes, and would spend the evening together, giving them yet another opportunity to escape reality and have a party.

As for what would happen at the Deacon’s, the plan couldn’t be simpler. Husband and wife had agreed. John would be in charge of answering at the door and give kids candies they would be asking for, preventing them from having a severe spell put on them.

As his wife was comfy and sat in the living room, John was making sure all would be ready for the late afternoon and evening. His plan was to have a large bowl and put it next to the front door so that he wouldn’t have to take it with him whenever someone would knock on the door.

He was putting the content of the large bag in the bowl he had prepared when something caught his attention. He spotted a candy he hadn’t eaten for what seemed to be forever. As a kid about to do something stupid, he looked around, making sure his crime would remain unnoticed. He picked the candy, took the wrapping paper off and very delicately put it in his mouth.

It was absolutely delicious. Of course, his adult mind perfectly knew candies weren’t very healthy, but he made the thought go away with an imaginary gesture of the hand.

This candy he had put in his mouth was not the fanciest food he had ever eaten. But John suddenly realized despite how tiny this candy was, it was bringing him happiness at his very moment.

He had closed his eyes as he was letting the flavors of the candy invade his mouth and let his mind wander a bit on its own, a light genuine smile on his lips.

He started to think about all the little things in his life, like this candy, that was bringing him joy. He had been the bass player of Queen for something like two decades. He had traveled the world, seen so many things. He was married and was a proud father of six. One could say he had accomplished many things in his life.

But what about the little things, the things that wouldn’t appear on his Wikipedia page, or that only the persons closest to him would talk about?

John thought about these little things. How he liked to wrap himself in his covers at night to feel comfy and cozy, as he was hearing his wife’s sleepy breathing. How he liked to receive a random picture from his kids or grandkids, letting him know about their lives now they had left the familial nest. How he liked to be in his garden, merely enjoying nature: the trees and their leaves, the psithurism, the flowers and their wonderful smell, the birds and their colorful feathers, singing here and there.

He also thought about a few memories he had with members of his family, his wife and kids of course, but also his mother and his sister. Even his father. Yes, his dad had died when he was still very young, but he was now making sure to recall nice moments, fragments of time before whatever had decided to take him from his family’s loving arms.

He also thought about his dear friends, his former band members, but also the roadies. How they had been laughing together to let the pressure down in between two concerts.

His mind then let him think about his dear dog who had passed away not that long ago. Again, trying to stick to positivity, he recalled the zoomies, her face when she didn’t get the present she had expected for Christmas – probably blaming Santa Claus for that – but eventually liking the toy, the walks in the nearby park, the smiles and the ear scratches….

His train of thoughts was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. John realized he had finished the candy for a long time and had been daydreaming in the kitchen for a good ten minutes.

He took the large bowl of candies with him and went to the front door. He put it on a high table that was in the corridor and opened the door. He let the kids say the now usual “trick or treat” and took time to compliment them about their costume. He noticed one of them was dressed as a zombie from the series and game The Last of Us, making him wonder if any of his grandkids would have picked such a costume….

He gave the kids their candies, all of them politely thanking him and rushing to the next house. John smiled at the sight of them happily running with their bags getting filled with sweets.

He closed the door and thought about suggesting tea to his wife. He started to walk towards the living room but stopped after two steps. He randomly picked another candy from the bowl and smiled like the kids he had seen a few minutes before.

Yes, it was good to enjoy the little things….

#warriorteam1924 writes #the little things #2023 halloween from warriorteam1924 #queen #john deacon #john deacon fanfiction #john deacon fanfic #john deacon imagine #john deacon fiction #john deacon fic #i'm not sure i remember all the tags lol #well enjoy anyways #love you lovely people

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freddie-mercury-rising · 1 month

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A picture is worth a thousand words. So, let's allow some photos to inspire us!

The premise of this collection is to take photographs of Queen (Et al.) and use them as a starting-off point for creativity. Whether a photo inspires you to write a drabble, a ficlet, a vignette, a poem, a multi-chapter fic, a dialogue, a screenplay, etc. or to draw, sketch, or paint, then feel free to post the photograph that inspired you along with your creation into this collection.

The goal is to inspire each another to create!

#Picture Perfect #A Queen collection #Fics inspired by Photos #freddie mercury #roger taylor #fan fiction #brian may #queen #fan fic #john deacon #queen band #jimercury

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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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queen-fandom-calendar · 8 days

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Okay! I am so so sorry to keep bugging you but I have the dates for Jimercury (21st-24 June), Deacury (16-19th August), Joger (6th - 9th December). I will be announcing the prompts for Jimercury next weekend!!

This is wonderful! I will gladly add those dates to the calendar, and I look forward to both events! This is very exciting!

Thank you!

#Jimercury #Jim Hutton #Freddie Mercury #Deacury #John Deacon #Joger #Roger Taylor #queen fan fiction #queen band #queen fandom event #queen rpf #queen #queen fandom #fandom event #brian may

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baddieladdie · 11 months

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FO4 Companions react to Sole's chem addiction

@falloutchicken Alright! Finished it~ Sorry it's a little long, I had an idea for a different format style and I ran with it - but I love how it turned out <3

tw: addiction, drugs, trauma, chem-use as an addiction

Rated - M (mature themes)

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While trading at the Diamond City market, the Sole Survivor of vault 111 overheard folks whispering over their steaming noodle bowls about an abandoned shopping center filled with valuable loot. The only barrier between them and the score of a lifetime were the supermutants inside. The gossiping locals didn’t have the fire power for such an altercation, but the sole survivor did. And they certainly would not be going alone.

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Selecting your companion:

Cait: I’ll come, but just don’t make me wear anything stupid

Curie: “Oh! Shopping!” She mused delightfully, her voice ringing with pleasure.

Codsworth: How delightful, mum! I do so miss shopping expeditions and, please pardon my saying, but your jumpsuit is looking rather drab. Off we go, miss!

Deacon: Sounds like my kind of dig! I could always use some new disguises.

McCready (sarcastically): Oh, we better hurry. I hear clothes practically fly off the shelves with their discounts.

Piper: Jesus, Blue. Sounds dangerous. Something wrong with the clothes you already have?

Preston: Absolutely, General. I wouldn’t want you facing this on your own.

Hancock: *heh* Thought you’d never ask. Let’s get the fuck out of Diamond city.*grumbles, muttering under his breath* Never understood how these bigots can sleep at night…

Danse: I advise against putting yourself in unnecessary danger. The gossip of strangers isn’t worth risking your life, but I’ll be damned if I let you face this alone.

Nick Valentine: Well, if it’s worth your time kid, than it’s worth mine *grabs his hat and coat before locking the detective agency door behind them* Lead the way

X6-88: I agree. We might find something useful. A large shopping center may have valuable pre-war goods. Right behind you, ma’am.

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The Sole Survivor walks out of Diamond City with their companion, combat shotgun in hand. Though well armored and stocked with plenty of ammunition, they carefully made their way south through the ruins of Boston. Sole and their companion had not walked far from the Boston Police Rationing Site when they heard the unmistakable sounds of feral ghouls, clumsily kicking tin rubbish and bones left on the broken streets. Sole and their companion crouched behind the remains of a building’s wall. Daring a look, sole peaked above the wall, only to notice the dirty, ruined faces but unmistakable faces of her pre-war neighbors, Mr. Donoghue and Mrs. Donoghue. Sole immediately felt sick and dizzy watching the two ghouls stumble down the street aimlessly, eyes white and staring at nothing. Mr. Donoghue and Mrs. Donoghue were expecting a child as well. Sole had spent hours in their kitchen, chatting about the excitement of parenthood. They swapped ideas over coffee and pie. 200 years after the bombs dropped, while sole was safe in a vault, her neighbors had been turned into radiation monsters, void of the humanity they used to possess. Alive in a physical sense, but her neighbors were lost. Sole had no choice but to put them down and out of their miserable experience. It’s what they would have wanted…

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Your companion reacts:

Cait: Jesus Christ, not a way to go. At least you had the ‘ol Vault-Tec treatment, eh? *Cait notices tears filling in sole’s eyes, rapidly decides to change her approach* I - er - um…..I know this must be difficult for you…I…I am here if you need to talk, or something.

Curie: One must wonder, what causes the deterioration of this ghoul condition? Some "ghouls" are in possession of their mental faculties. Others are not. I wonder why Mr. Donoghue and Mrs. Donoghue became feral while many other ghouls have maintained their mental capacities [Sole - Those were my neighbors, Curie. Not a science experiment] My apologies, sir/madam, I didn't mean to offend you. Grief can be managed with a well balanced diet, exercise, and spending time with loved ones!

Codsworth: Oh dear *emotional processors cracking through his speakers* Is that…the Donoghues? Mum, I’m…I’m so sorry *offers a hankie*

Deacon: Well, that was terrible *sigh* radiation, you unbelievable bastard.[notices how upset sole is] Ah..Look, I’m sorry. This…I mean, what you’re going through, I can’t even imagine. If you wanna talk or something…[trails off]

McCready: Oh man…*He pauses, letting the information sink in regarding sole’s neighbors* I’m really sorry. We can turn around if you want. That department store isn’t going anywhere.

Piper: You okay, [sole]? You seem pretty shaken up. Why don’t we rest for a bit.

Preston: Oh, I’m really sorry, General. *he removes his hat, holding to his chest, tired eyes looking away in respect* Take all the time you need. I can help you bury the bodies if you would like to give them a proper burial.

Hancock: Ah shit. Old neighbors, huh? Hey, let's just get outta here. I hate seein’ you so broken up like this.

Danse: You’re awfully quiet. Want to tell me what’s on your mind? [listens intently to what Sole says about the feral ghouls they had recognized and killed] I see. Take as long as you need, soldier. I can’t imagine what you must be feeling right now.

Nick Valentine: “You seemed to recognize those two, who were they?” [response from sole] “Oh, I’m so sorry for your loss,” he spoke softly, placing a supportive synth hand on sole’s arm.

X6-88: Those were your neighbors? My condolences.

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The sole survivor heaves in grief, but is eventually able to continue on, intrigued by the elaborate wooden welcome sign to Fairline Hill Estates. They had toured the gated community long ago when looking for a house. Sanctuary Hills, the houses of tomorrow, had captured their attention more, with all their technologically advanced features the estates lacked. But all that remained now were the corpses of friends turned into monsters from nuclear radiation and two lazy yao guai, chewing on the bloody bones of rotting brahmin.

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Your companion reacts:

Cait: Oh! Such fascinating creatures! Shall we get a closer look? I wish to study the effects of radiation on these beasts

Curie: You’ve got be fucking kiddin’ me. yao guai? That’s the last thing we need right now.

Codsworth: Oh dear. You don’t think they can see us, right mom?

Deacon: That is disgusting *he giggles* How do you want to play this, boss?

McCready: *Chuckles gleefully, silently pulling out his well polished rifle* This is where the fun begins.

Piper: Well that’s just great. Breaking news: Diamond City reporter torn to ribbons by a giant, stupid, irritated bear.

Preston: Dammit, I think we're in trouble here *pulls out his musket, at the ready* I’m with you, general.

Hancock: We ain’t alone *drops shotgun ammunition into the barrels of his gun* Those yao guai are mean bastards, they hit hard. Just lemme know when you’re ready and I got your back.

Danse: Yao guai..Not to worry, we’ll send those monsters right back to hell [Charges, heavily clad in power armor, laser weapons firing away, breaking the silence of a sleepy afternoon] Die, you godless heathen! Die!

Nick Valentine: There’s no getting out of this without a fight *loads his 10mm with a satisfying click* You ready, kid?

X6-88: Good, I was starting to feel a little bored. You ready to engage, [sole]? This shouldn’t take long

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The Sole Survivor and their trusted companion gawk at the yao guai corpses, bleeding from their many fatal bullet holes. Sole sighs in exhaustion, dropping to squat and holding their face in hands.Their companion rubs their back sympathetically and suggests the tempting idea of spending the night at Fairline Hills Estates. The area was relatively safe now, with Mr. Donoghue & Mrs. Donoghue and the yao guais dead. Keenly aware of the mental torment they both witnessed and given Sole’s fragile state, their trusted companion led the way to the southeast house. Sole collapses weakly on the sunken couch and watches as their companion wanders into the brokedown kitchen to prepare dinner for the night. They ate the meal peacefully without many words to be said about the days’ events. The sole survivor turned down every request to talk about the killing of her neighbors and the close call they had with the yao guai in what used to be a highly sought after gated community. Their companion accepted that sole just wasn’t ready to talk about. They offer to take the first watch to let the sole survivor get some much needed rest.

Once their trusted companion shuts the door to the house to begin their watch, the sole survivor slinks away to the attached garage. They had noticed the chemistry station earlier and knew exactly how to use it. There were piles of dead leaves everywhere, a natural fertilizer. Using the leaves along with the plastic from some junk lying around the house, sole knew they could craft jet - lots of jet. Sole gets to work, tinkering feverishly at the chemistry station, sweating from the withdrawal and desperate for relief. The Sole Survivor sighed in contented satisfaction, admiring their own craftsmanship. Not even bothering to step from the chemistry station, they begin taking hit after hit of jet. Sighing happily as the pain of memories and her broken heart eased into comfortable numbness. Sole wanted to take jet until they couldn’t remember who they were, much less what had happened to them. Sole stumbled back slightly, the room a spiraling blur. No matter, they take another hit and watch the world slowly rise until they felt their back hit the floor. The stared blankly at the ceiling, surrounded by empty jet cartridges. Hearing the loud THUD sole’s companion rushed into the room, fearing the worst (an intruder, a kind of murderous threat) only to find in their horror, a close friend in indescribable pain.

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Your companion reacts:

Cait: “*tsk* Havin’ a good time now, are we?” Cait teased, pointing on the jet in sole’s hand as they slouched against the chemistry station. Cait’s eyes scanned the scene further, noticing the familiar signs of a serious addiction problem.Given the amount of empty jet canisters scattered on the floor around sole, it was a miracle they were even still alive.] I think you’ve got a wee bit of a drug problem, [sole]. Which ain’t right, especially after everythin’ you watched me go through. Why would you let yourself get hooked on the stuff? Can’t believe you’re doin’ this to yourself?!” She shouted, breathing deepling like sole had taught her to calm down. “You’re an idiot, [sole]. But I’ll help ya, just like how you helped me. Let’s go, we’re getting you cleaned up”

Curie: She stares curiously, “I have more than enough data on the physiological effects of chems, there is no need to provide me with more data, sir/madam.” She notices the dilated pupils, racing heart beat, the sweating… “Are you alright, sir/madam? I believe you should see a doctor, we cannot treat your condition here.”

Codsworth: “Are you well, mum?!” Codsworth panicked, desperately trying to assess the situation. A Mister Handy bot was designed for household duties, not crises.

Deacon: Wow, looks like you’ve been partying pretty hard with out me. Miiiight want to lay off cause I think you’ve enough.

McCready: *Slaps the empty get out of sole’s hand, they glare at him angrily, demanding an explanation* That crap is gonna rot your mind. This stops right now (Dad-mode activated)

Piper: Ooooookay (nabs all the empty jet cartridges) I think you’ve had enough, Blue. (Stares at the insane amount of jet in the room). I think we better get you to a doctor. I just hope it’s not too late (she sighs heavily, emotion tightening around her neck hotly) This is why I wanted to talk, Blue! So you - you wouldn’t do anything stupid! Arg! What a mess. Come on, (she lifts sole up) let’s get you to a doctor.

Preston: This is how it ends, [sole]. You keep this up and I’ll have to bury a friend. The Minutemen need you. I need you. And you don’t need those chems. You have people who love and care about you.

Hancock: “Woah!” Hancock froze, staring at the used jet scattered about the room. 2..4..6..three over there, that makes 9…pile of 5 in the corner makes…14? 14! How are they alive? Hancock glanced at the sole survivor, slumped pitifully against the chemistry station, empty jet still in hand. They just kept staring at his boots, completely unresponsive, but he could see the steady rise and fall of their chest with each shallow breath. Hancock began to sweat, panic sweeping in, staring at sole’s chest. What if it they stop…what if they breathing stops - he’s mayor, not fucking doctor.”H-hey, stay with me, now! Look,” He turn’s sole’s face to look at him only to be greeted with dull and empty eyes. “Hey, sunshine. It’s me, remember? Hancock. D-don’t go, you can’t do this to me. I need you, please. Don’t leave me alone.” Tears welled in the crevices of Hancok’s face as he sat beside the sole survivor, holding their hand. He gasped as a familiar smooth hand rested on his. “I could never forget you, Hancock.” The mayor choked back sobs, gripping sole’s hand like it could fade away any moment. “Don’t you ever do this again. Never trip alone. We’re getting you help. Like, now now.” He takes sole’s arm and wraps it around his shoulder’s, pulling them to their feet.

Danse: [Stares in stunned silence mixed with disgust and concern] He crouches beside sole, pushing the drugs away, and whispered angrily, “How can you fight when your brain’s clouded with those drugs? You’re going to get yourself killed. And I’m not just gonna stand here and watch brotherhood’s best, my friend, die unnecessarily. We’re getting you clean and that’s an order.”

Nick Valentine: “SHIT!” Nick hissed under his breath. He'd see a lot of folks at their worst in his line of work. He’d seen this scene too many times before. A case closed in an overdose. There were even some rare occasions where he found Mayor Hancock after a few too many chems. But usually, there were warning signs. How could he call himself a detective when he couldn’t even save his friend from themselves. Nick crouches beside the body, holding their limp wrist in his. A pulse, weak but still there. “Alright, now you’ve done it, kid” He scooped up the sole survivor into his arms. “We need to get you to a doc.”

X6-88: Oh god…[composes himself] You don’t look so good sir/ma’am, Might want to lay off the chems for a while. I’ll be throwing these away (disposes of all the chems the Sole Survivor made and had on their person)

The Sole Survivor wakes up in a familiar bed at the Castle, a stack of addictol was left on the nightstand. This was certainly a more permanent detour to Fallon’s Department store than they planned for. Sole’s companion apologizes for moving them and delaying their trip to the department store. But sole’s close friend promises profusely that it was and always will be for the sole survivor’s own good. They promise again and again that they do not feel any different about them and still deeply appreciate the relationship that they share. So much so, they couldn’t bare to lose their friend to addiction. After some time and regular check-ins with the Minutemen Surgeon General, The Sole Survivor will finally leaves thre Castle and continuing their journey.

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meikadonnelly · 8 months

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{introduction}

hi, i'm mimi, i'm 16, from australia and i write fan-fiction one shots, head cannons and multi part stories. my favourite bands are motley crue and guns n roses. my favourite members are nikki sixx and izzy stradlin if you couldn't already tell.

{who i write for}

motley crue

^nikki sixx * ^tommy lee * ^mick mars * ^vince neil

guns n roses

^izzy stradlin * ^duff mckagen ^slash

metallica

^james hetfield ^kirk hammett

queen

^freddie mercury * ^brian may ^john deacon ^roger taylor

{notes}

+if a story has any mature themes, they will be named with a trigger warning for reader safety.

+i know much more about certain people which means their chapters will most likely be more detailed, and this is why for some bands, i do not write for all members. this doesn't mean they won't be included in other member's chapters. (people who i believe i will be better at writing for will have a star next to their name)

+as said before^, certain people will have a stronger storyline to others, however, this doesn't mean that I will only put effort into some and not others.

+the more detail in the requests, the better, as i want to create a clear and accurate piece.

+i write all types of fan-fiction, whether it is angst, fluff etc. keep in mind that i may turn some requests down if i am not comfortable writing it for you.

#mick mars #nikki sixx #motley crue #tommy lee #vince neil #guns n roses #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #slash gnr #metallica #james hetfield #kirk hammett #queen #freddie mercury #john deacon #roger taylor #brian may #fan fiction

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venus-haze · 8 months

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You're My Best Friend (Homelander x Reader)

Summary: Homelander was a test tube baby, raised in isolation in a cold, clinical lab. But that doesn’t inspire America, does it? Vought tasks you with creating the idyllic backstory for its hero, and what starts as a limited comic run spirals out of control when Homelander himself demands your help in making the story a reality.

Note: Gender neutral reader, but no other descriptors are used. Based on a request by @crash-and-cure as well as a bastardization of one of the sweetest love songs ever written (sorry, John Deacon!) This got kinda meta? Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, I guess some gaslighting on Homelander’s part? Do not interact if you’re under 18.

When Vought hired you to create their long-awaited Homelander origin comic series, you were thrilled—until they gave you so little information about his childhood to work with, you weren’t even sure you could come up with one comic, let alone the ten they requested. The details about his childhood were minimal, not even a full printed page—a loving mom and dad, played baseball, did well in school, strong sense of justice from a young age, his friends called him “Johnny.” Your requests to meet with Homelander so you could get some stories from the man himself were constantly denied.

You almost considered dropping the project, until you decided to throw caution to the wind and pull from your own childhood and set it in good ol’ generic suburbia. Some of the storylines were based on your own experiences or things that had happened to people you’d grown up with, though you changed enough names and details to not link it to anyone in particular. Except yourself, of course. Using a pseudonym professionally meant you felt no need to change your own name in the comics. Sure, making your cooler fictionalized self Homelander’s childhood best friend was a bit self-indulgent, but no one would know, really.

To your relief, the editors at Vought loved your ideas, making minor changes before bringing the storylines to their comic artists to bring it to life. The result was Finding Homelander: A Boy’s Journey To Be a Hero. The issues flew off shelves when they were first released, ironically praised for their relatability and authenticity. Vought extended your contract, asking you to produce the cartoon adaptation and another ten issues.

Still, in all of that, you’d never met Homelander. A representative from Vought emailed you to let you know to tune in to his interview on a talk show one day, saying that he’d be talking more about the cartoon project on it. You recognized the host, Tracey, always chipper and having some extravagant giveaway for her audience members. Daytime TV was never your thing, though.

“I think what resonates with so many people is how relatable your childhood is,” Tracey said, holding up a copy of Finding Homelander issue #3, where he saved ‘you’ from getting hit in the face with a baseball at one of his games, catching it with ease. It’d been the happy ending to a short storyline of him struggling to find his place on the team and you encouraging him to not give up. “You and Y/N were pretty close, do you still keep in touch?”

“You know, Tracey, not as much as I’d like, unfortunately. Adulthood can be so busy, you need to cherish those childhood memories,” Homelander said. “I did give them a call when the comics first came out, and wow, the laughs we had over those old antics of ours. Talk about a walk down memory lane!”

You guessed the bullshitting was all part of the promotional circuit for Homelander. Knowing this childhood of his was your own fabrication, you couldn’t help but wonder what else about him was fake. Maybe he wanted to maintain his privacy, you could certainly understand that. You couldn’t shake the voice in the back of your mind that said it wasn’t so simple, that the narrative Vought pushed was a cover to hide something in Homelander’s past.

“Now, I’ve heard rumors of a cartoon show based on the comics in the making, is this true?”

“It is! I’m excited for this project, getting back to my ‘roots’ so to speak. I’ll be voicing myself, of course, but it’s funny you’d bring up Y/N, because they’ve agreed to voice themself, too.”

“How fun!” Tracey exclaimed over the roar of the talk show crowd’s applause and cheers. “I guess this is the hopeless romantic in me, but I hope this reconnection leads to something a little more. I’m just a sucker for childhood sweethearts!”

Homelander laughed along with the host’s giggles, “Well, you never know.”

You balked at the television, mouth agape. Surely he couldn’t be talking about you. ‘Y/N’ could be anyone with your same features. Vought had probably hired a professional voice actor for the role and were pushing the authenticity angle. The whole situation felt odd.

When you checked your work email again on your phone, you nearly dropped it on the floor.

SUBJECT: Meeting with Homelander This Week

The email contained a list of days and times throughout the week wherein Homelander would be free, apparently wanting to meet you to thank you for the success of the comic series and discuss upcoming work. Yeah. That last part you sure as hell wanted to discuss too. You responded with the soonest time available, in a meeting room in Vought Tower the following evening. As soon as you hit ‘send’, you wondered what exactly you were getting yourself into.

Anticipation filled your gut as you went about your day leading up to meeting the supe himself. What would he be like, really be like? Was there even a version of Homelander that wasn’t hopelessly manufactured for the masses? You knew then that his upbringing was a lie, and thus stood the probability that so much else was, too.

When you stepped into that meeting room, you hadn’t been expecting his face to light up at the sight of you.

“Homelander, hi, it’s great to—“

“No need to be so formal, Y/N! You can call me Johnny, just like old times,” he said cheerfully, in on a joke you clearly hadn’t been aware of.

“Sorry, Johnny,” you said, playing along. “It’s great to see you again.”

He pulled you in for an unexpected hug that you returned. “Figured we should catch up before things really start getting crazy, don’t you think?”

You nodded, your nose brushing against him as you did so. Just as your lips parted to offer an apology, he smiled, shooing away the assistant who’d accompanied him out of the room.

He sat down, motioning for you to do the same.

“Gotta say, I’m a fan of your work,” he said.

“Thank you,” you said. “I’m not sure I understand exactly what’s going on, though.”

“What’s there to understand? I’m not allowed to know more about my best friend, our lives together growing up?”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Wasn’t hard for me to put two and two together, but considering everyone else around here has their head up their asses, they have no idea,” he said, before lowering his voice conspiratorially and giving you a charming smile. “I haven’t told anyone. What’s a secret between friends?”

You nodded, overwhelmed by the intensity of his attention on you. “What do you want to know?”

He sighed, resting his head on his hand. “Everything.”

So you told him. Not quite everything, of course, but enough to abate his curiosity. At least for the time being. His interviews were sharper, more specific with details rather than rattling off whatever had been in the comics. You watched in shock as convincing photos of his Little League days were posted to his social media accounts, anecdotes provided by his increasingly frequent conversations–or more like interrogation sessions–with you, but in his style, of course. It was almost scary what the graphic design team at Vought could accomplish, not that you’d ever know how, exactly, as they were all under the same strict NDA that you were.

He started spending more time with you, too, and after a while, it did seem like you were old friends. Part of you flinched whenever you called him Johnny, because Johnny wasn’t even real, but with your complacency, this fabrication was slowly morphing into a strikingly tangible memory. With each conversation, he drew you deeper into the world you’d been paid to create for him until you found yourself slipping up.

You’d been showing him a goofy stuffed monkey on your desk, a cute little thing with big sparkling eyes. A prize for getting two out of three at the ring toss. Probably spent more money winning it than it was actually worth, but it was about the effort, the memories made.

“You remember, don’t you? You won it for me at the county fair,” you said without thinking.

He laughed in agreement, as if he actually had. Except he hadn’t. Your high school boyfriend won it for you a week before graduation. Sensing the mood shift, he set down your prize and looked at you with the same intensity he had when you first met.

“It’s been a while since we were there, huh?” he said. “Why don’t we go back?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Go where?”

“Home.”

With a strong arm around your waist, he took off for your hometown. You could hardly tell which way was up or down, he was flying so high, but he didn’t seem to mind the way you clung to him at all. When he finally landed, you recognized the community baseball field where all of his fictional games were set.

“Geez, it’s like nothing’s changed,” he said cheerfully.

You looked at him in disbelief. How long was he going to expect you to go along with it? Or maybe the question you should have been asking was, how long were you going to enable him? The end wasn’t anywhere in sight as he took your hand, and you walked him through your childhood, further enmeshing him in it until you arrived at the house you grew up in.

The middle of the day, no one was home, and so you let yourselves in like you owned the place. Suddenly, the house seemed too small for a man like Homelander to occupy, but he was engrossed in the details of it. He scanned the kitchen, no doubt inspecting the contents of the fridge and cabinets with his x-ray vision. Moving onto the living room, he stared at photos on the wall, the magazines and DVDs that were strewn on the coffee table, giving away your parents’ taste in entertainment.

“Which one was your room again?” he asked.

You swore you could feel his breath on the back of your neck as you wordlessly led him to your room. Each step down the hall felt dangerous, as if you were about to walk into a trap. Face-to-face with the closed door, you opened it, standing aside while Homelander looked around, from what you had hanging on the walls to the knick-knacks you’d left behind.

An uncomfortable tension settled over the room when Homelander closed the door of your childhood bedroom. An odd blend of hurt and amusement spread across his face as he observed the way you were eyeing him, body ready to fruitlessly run from him the way a rabbit would a hawk.

“C’mon, after how long we’ve been friends, I would never hurt you,” he said, as if reading your mind. “We’ve been through so much together. I mean, we were each other’s first kiss.”

You froze. Issue #9. That was something Vought’s editors had added, claiming a romance angle would make the series appeal to the younger female demographic. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time.

He slyly backed you into the wall, leaning over you as you slinked down the slightest bit.

“Show me how we did it,” he whispered, his hand caressing your cheek. “So clumsy and nervous, I can even feel you…quivering.”

“Homelander, I don’t know what you’re—“

He tsked. “Y/N.”

You let out a shaky breath, “Johnny—“

He hummed in satisfaction. “It’s alright. I know it’s been a while.”

You let him kiss you, sweetly in a way that put your actual first kiss to shame. His lips were soft against yours, his tender movements intentional as he cradled your face, pulling you the slightest bit closer to him when you kissed him back.

A sense of familiarity settled over you, warm and comforting like pulling a blanket out of the dryer on a chilly evening. Every time it seemed like you were beginning to overthink the situation with Homelander, he drew you back in with the kiss, a more than effective distraction until you pulled away with a dazed smile on your face.

#homelander x reader #homelander x you #the boys x reader #the boys x you #the boys tv #the boys amazon #homelander #homelander the boys #the boys

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1waveshortofashipwreck · 5 months

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10 Characters, 10 Fandoms

Thank you for the tag @venus-haze !!

Characters:

Major Dick Winters (Feat. Lew) in Band of Brothers

Daniel Ricciardo in Formula One (technically not fictional but he's still a character in the paddock 😂❤️)

John Deacon in Bohemian Rhapsody

Heehoo in Unus Annus

Buttons in Our Flag Means Death

Laszlo Cravensworth in What We Do in the Shadows

Crowley in Good Omens

Connor in Detroit Become Human

Kit Walker in American Horror Story Asylum

Ser Davos Seaworth in Game of Thrones

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#tag game #band of brothers #formula 1 #bohemian rhapsody #unus annus #our flag means death #what we do in the shadows #good omens #detroit become human #american horror story #game of thrones

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freddieraimbow74 · 1 month

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𝐀 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗼 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.....

26 March 1986 - John Deacon recorded a track with ‘The Immortals’ called ‘No Turning Back’ for the movie ‘The Biggles Adventures In Time’

Here’s a wonderful interview:

Who's this geezer all topped up like one of those World War One aviator choppies? Why, it's that bass-playing wonder from Queen, John Deacon!

So why has he gone and posed in this blinking silly outfit then? Has the man gone stark, staring bonkers? No -- it's because he performs the main theme tune to the new movie Biggles, based on the gung-ho exploits of the fictional World War One fighter ace who shot down more Jerries than you or I have had hot dinners -- and still managed to keep a stiff upper lip of all times!

John's theme is called 'No Turning Back', and he performs it with a new group (specially formed for the occasion, fact fans!) called The Immortals, remarkable chiefly for the fact that the singer's name is Lenny Zakatek.

"This is strictly a one-off project," explains John, munching on a bag of peanuts. "It doesn't mean Queen are going to split up or anything."

So what does he think of the film, then?

There's a long pause.

"Ummmm...err...well...I don't think it's a terrific picture. Thing is, they've tried to update it by making Biggles fall through a hole in time and end up in the 20th Century, which is a bit silly. I mean, the poor bloke who's playing him spends the entire film looking bewildered."

John, along with the rest of Queen, has also been involved with the music for another upcoming film -- the multi-million dollar Highlander, directed by Russell Mulcahy (of Duran Duran's Arena fame), in which mystic immortal warlords cut each other's heads off. What did he think of that film?

"Ummmm...(another long pause)...that one wasn't too brilliant, either. See, it looks fabulous but...erm...the script's not too hot. Shame, really..."

Dearie me! Well, never mind these dodgy films, how are Queen getting on? Tell us about your plans for your gi-normous Wembley Stadium concert this summer.

"Oh...well, I can't really give too much away...mainly because I don't really know what's going to happen! It'll be jolly spectacular, though. You can bet on that! "

OK then...describe the other three in one sentence.

"Oh God...it's so hard...one sentence?

Freddie's got a nasty temper...I remember one time he lost it, he smashed a very large, ornate mirror over someone's head. Brian's very quiet and a really good gardener...Roger likes a laugh and a joke."

What about yourself, then?

"Oh...I'm terribly shy and nervous. When we did Live Aid I was too nervous of meeting Princess Di, so Spider, our roadie, met her in my place -- shook hands with her and everything! He's now the most famous roadie in the world. He's on a solo world tour at the moment!"

Well, Queen'll have a new LP out in the summer, and then they're going to take a nice long rest. What'll you do then, John?

"Oh God -- I'm so lazy. I'll probably make loads of plans, and then just sit around on my bottom all day long and do nothing."

Finally, are you a millionaire?

"Technically, yes -- we all are, I suppose. But I've always been accused of being a bit tight with money, so it hasn't particularly changed my lifestyle. I've got a nice house, a loving wife and a couple of kids -- that'll do me!"

Source: BIGGLES AND THE CASE OF THE SHY BASSIST; Interview by Stuart Husband (Jun 7 '86 )

**John Deacon did meet Princess Diana during the premier of the movie “Biggles” 22 May 1986 - See pictures below..

Here’s a clip of “No Turning Back”

https://youtu.be/ZwfgKKH6wQc

#freddie mercury #queen band #brian may #roger taylor #jhon deacon #musique #music #queen #original character #j’adore

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fictionalmenmistress · 1 year

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The Private Library

... Of Fictional Men Mistress

Welcome! This post serves as my digital private library... my most beloved collection. None of these works are mine, and all credit is due to the lovely and incredible minds that created these works of art; (which you will find next to their titles, once you choose a category). This is the home to my personal most favorites, and most beloved stories and fanfictions and blog posts I have read. I think about these daily... I adore these. They've made my life better. They've changed my life. They've kept me going during my lowest points in life, and I mean that. I reccomend all of these. These were written by the best writers in the world; true to character, perfectly immersive, so imaginative, feels like you are there.

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warriorteam1924 · 1 year

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Your presence is wanted at this ghostly ball

John Deacon feat Miss T.

Author’s note : Hi my beauties. This piece is very special because it will surely be one i got to write before things get incredibly busy in my life, leaving me with full prompts in mind that i’d actually have to write. It is halloween theme as you might guess, given the date. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback (honest and real feedback of course, otherwise this doesn’t make sense at all) Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes…. i didn’t have time to make any gif, so i took the one showing from here (X)

Warnings : my style of course, mentions of death, mention of paranormal.

Summary : a ball to prepare to see someone....

Words count : 2.775 words words

Permanent tag list : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose @orionis8689 @queenlover05 (please communicate with me regarding your desire to be kept on this list or not ^^ thank you)

It had been an exhausting day for John Deacon. He was supposed to attend this music conference, but of course, nothing went as planned.

The organizers told him all would be very easy when he would arrive, that he would have nothing to worry about. How wrong had they been?

His flight had been delayed, because of the fog. Of course, it was too simple to blame the fog, but still. It made him miss his connection so he had to book another seat for another flight. It was nothing lethal, but it was truly annoying.

And of course, when he arrived, the organization was a real mess. And it seemed everyone who wanted to attend this conference knew this, because it seemed the rest of the population had a plan. The only issue John had was he didn’t have any.

He thus left the conference center truly disappointed. He would only be able to attend the conference he was interested in within a few days and he had nowhere to stay for the night. Because, obviously, all the hotels and bed and breakfast were fully booked.

He took his phone out of his pocket, prayed for his battery to last long enough and eventually found a place, a bit far from the main city, that was true, but at least, it seemed they had vacancies. John made a quick phone call and what appeared to be an old lady answered, reassuring him, letting him know he could stay there for as long as he needed.

After what seemed to be an eternity, John eventually found a taxi and headed to the old lady’s place.

As John expected it, it was a very old building, but he couldn’t care less. He only wanted a shower and a bed to sleep. He truly was exhausted.

He paid the taxi, took his luggage out of the tuck and headed to the front door. He took time to stare at the place, but he supposed it was too late to run away now, even if the place appeared slightly gloomy.

John knocked on the door and waited, trying to put a reassuring smile on his lips. He wasn’t sure who needed to be reassured, the old lady or himself.

He heard footsteps behind the wooden door and what seemed to be several locks being unlocked. The door slowly opened and John supposed the old lady he had on the phone was standing before him.

“Hello”, she said with her faint and old voice.

“Hello, I’m John Deacon, I called in the afternoon for a room.”, John replied, maybe slightly too enthusiastically.

“Oh, yes, I recall, I recall.”, the old lady nodded. “Please come in. May I take your luggage?”, she asked.

John looked at her, frowning. She surely was willing to give her best to be a good hostess, but she looked like she was a million years old. John wondered how she would be able to take his bag upstairs.

“Oh, no, please don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”, John eventually replied with a smile.

“Please, come in then.”, she said again.

John entered the house and felt reassured to notice the house didn’t smell weird. It was an old lady’s house, with too many knick-knacks on the shelves.

“Everyone calls me Miss T., cause my name is actually unpronounceable….”, she introduced herself as she closed the door.

“Alright, Miss T. it is then, and I’m John Deacon.”, John replied, giving her his hand to shake.

She shyly took it and John shivered when he felt the coldness of her fingers on his. He tried not to shiver, hoping this unpleasant feeling would remain unnoticed.

“Shall I show you your room?”, she showed him the way to the stairs.

“Yes, please. I must confess I’m a bit tired.”, John replied.

Miss T. headed to the stairs, walking quite slowly. Yet, it seemed she was a strong and proud woman, not really willing to ask for help, despite her age.

“Don’t pay attention to the pranksters in the living room playing cards. If they’re too noisy though, just let me know, I’ll make sure they keep quiet.”, Miss T. said as they passed in front of the living room door that was open.

John glanced at the room, noticing there was no one at all. It seemed he was the only customer. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if the lady still had all her marbles.

He followed her all the same in the stairs, leading to the bedrooms. Who was he to state anything about an old woman he had just met? Maybe at her age, his mental state would be worse.

She opened a door and John was surprised to see a neat and large room. Miss T. headed to the window to open the curtains, adding a natural light to the bedroom. It wasn’t that bad after all. The decoration was truly not modern and fancy, but the room was clean and the sheets seemed as soft as a woman’s skin.

Miss T. opened another door and informed John it was his private bathroom. The man walked in to find a tub and the loo. Again, all was sparkling, giving the impression the place was extremely clean.

The hostess also told John about the old wardrobe, letting him know the doors were a bit old but that it wouldn’t be a problem for a man with his strength.

The old lady eventually took her leave, knowing John needed a bit of privacy.

“Diner will be ready when you’re hungry. Just come downstairs and we will feast together.”, she said before closing the door.

‘Feast together’, John thought to himself. A bit awkward, he had to admit. He plugged his phone and noticed there was no network at all. He shrugged and left his phone on the bed. He headed to the bathroom, thinking he had deserved a hot bath after this long and boisterous day.

The tub was so comfy he almost fell asleep. The place was also very quiet, adding to his sleepiness.

As the water was getting colder, he eventually got out and dried himself. He put on cleaned clothes and headed downstairs. His stomach was starting to be slightly noisy.

John looked around him, not sure where the old lady was, but a delicious smell guided his step to a large room where a big table was set. There were many plates and John wondered if Miss T. was actually expecting more company.

“Miss T.?”, John quietly called.

The old lady emerged from a door that seemed to be the separation between the dining room and the kitchen.

“Oh, there you are. We were only waiting for you.”, she said with a smile.

John was tempted to ask who she meant by we, but again, he kept quiet and replied with a smile. The old lady pointed at a chair and John sat. She disappeared behind the door and came back with a serving trolley. She put a few steaming dishes on the big table and eventually sat as well, right next to John.

“You got a fair amount of trouble just for a diner, didn’t you?”, John politely asked, staring at the dishes before him.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m used to it. Please, help yourself while it’s hot.”, she said, giving him a large spoon and pointing at the dishes.

John nodded and helped himself with what seemed to be some kind of stew. The man thought that given her age, the stews probably were delicious and he wasn’t wrong. His taste buds danced in delight with every spoon he was putting in his mouth.

The lady was smiling and talking, as if she was replying to other guests. Again, John didn’t say a thing, not willing to be a burden.

Miss T. eventually took the dishes back to the kitchen after making sure John had tasted a bit of everything. She came back with another serving trolley full of desserts and John couldn’t resist a slice of a lemon tart, that was also absolutely delicious.

At the end of dinner, after the old lady had cleared the table, she suggested they could all play cards together.

Again, John felt highly uncomfortable. It was obvious there was no one else but the hostess and his only guest. And again, John tried to remain polite and gently declined, letting her know he needed a good night’s sleep.

As he expected it, the sheets were very soft and the mattress very comfy. It didn’t take him very long to fall asleep.

John wasn’t really the type of guy to have vivid dreams, if ever he dreamt at all.

And yet, this night, he had one of these dreams, the ones that felt extremely real and that gave one the impression that it truly had happened.

John dreamt of this very place and this very bedroom. He recalled not being alone in this bed. There was a woman with him, so beautiful and so amazing that he wasn’t sure words could ever describe her. And in this dream, the two of them shared a moment of passion, a pure bliss leading to an intense ecstasy. It wasn’t vulgar, it wasn’t lust or giving the feeling it was something wrong. It was just love making and pleasure giving. A sensation John thought he would never know.

He woke up in the morning, still sweating and hoping he hadn’t actually made a mess in the bed. Thankfully, it was all about his mind making things up.

As the sun was starting to shine outside, warming the bedroom, John got ready and headed downstairs.

He walked directly towards the room where he had shared his diner with his hostess. The large table was again set and John startled when Miss T. emerged from the kitchen, with her serving trolley.

“Good morning, Mister Deacon. Right on time to share breakfast with us.”, she greeted him with a smile.

“Good morning, Miss T. May I help you?”, John asked, getting closer to her.

“No, no, please have a sit and enjoy.”, she kindly replied.

Again, the dishes were full: sausages, eggs, toasts, cheese…. Anything anyone could eat for breakfast. And again, the old lady seemed to be talking to someone, but John couldn’t see anyone.

“Ahh, I don’t know….”, she said with a mischievous smile, looking at John.

“I’m sorry, what?”, John replied, his mouth full with cheese and toast.

“Did you dream of the beautiful lady?”, the old lady asked with the same smile on her lips.

“What?”, John started to cough as his food went down the wrong way.

The old lady laughed and looked at the invisible guests around the table.

“Seems like he had a nice time.”, Miss T. joked. “Don’t worry, Mister Deacon, no one here is judging you.”, she reassured him.

There was an awkward silence and the old lady carried on eating a bit, nodding and staring at the empty seats around the table.

Eventually, she got closer to John and whispered in his ear.

“Now we’re alone. Did she come to see you last night?”, she asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, John firmly replied.

“Come on, Mister Deacon.”, she said with a nod.

“How do you know that?”, John eventually surrendered, whispering as well.

“Would you like to see her again?”, the old lady asked, still whispering.

“What? How?”, John questioned her.

“We’re going to have a little celebration tonight. Some kind of ball as we used to call it back then. I can make sure she’ll be here so that the two of you can meet again.”, Miss T said, very calmly.

John had a million questions running in his head. How could she know? Was anything of this real? Was he still dreaming? What was going on?

The old lady was still staring at him with a smile. John looked at her, trying to perceive any trace of anything that could indicate the lady couldn’t be trusted.

“Would you like to see her again? She’ll be here only if you’re willing to see her….”, the old lady eventually spoke again.

John remained silent again. After all, what did he risk? If it was only fantasy, there was nothing wrong with it.

“Okay. I’ll be there if she is.”, John nodded.

“Excellent.”, the lady offered her hand for John to shake it.

Again, her hand felt terribly cold, but John didn’t mind.

“Yet, this time, I wouldn’t be refusing your help….”, Miss T. said. She seemed a bit annoyed to confess it.

“Help?”, John asked.

“Well, you surely did notice I’m no longer the woman I used to be. I’m old and my bones are sore. But I like to keep this place alive and this little celebration tonight is yet another opportunity to see it full of life. I’d need your help to make sure the place is ready for tonight. You know, move some furniture, clean a bit….”, the old lady said, lowering her voice.

John looked at her and sighed. He felt bad for this old woman living on her own and having to do it all by herself in this big house.

“Of course, Miss T. Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”, John said with a smile.

The two of them thus carried on their day together, Miss T. indicating what needed to be done and John complying. The preparation was interrupted by another delicious meal and at the end of the afternoon, the old lady was beaming.

“This is going to be such a great celebration….”, she said with sparkles in her eyes. “You should take a bath and get ready for tonight.”, she nodded, before gently pushing John towards the stairs.

John laughed and headed upstairs, feeling as light as a feather. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but he was truly hoping for the best.

He took another long bath, and fell asleep this time, given all the energy he had burnt during the day with Miss T. He woke up to the sound of laughter and music and people chatting. The sound was coming from downstairs. John rushed out of the tub, got dried and made sure to choose a nice outfit. He took a deep breath and headed downstairs.

The place was beautiful and the guests were smiling and some were dancing. John greeted them with a nod, looking here and there to see if the beautiful lady was there.

A moment passed, but John couldn’t see her. Maybe it was all a dream after all. He joined a few conversations, but his mind couldn’t think about anything and anyone else but the lady he had dreamt of.

Eventually, he spotted Miss T. who was staring at him with a smile. He walked towards her, hoping he wasn’t looking too impatient.

“Your celebration is going well Miss T. I hope you’re enjoying this as well.”, John kindly said, not daring to go straight to the point.

“You’ve been enjoying the others’ company I see….”, she replied with a smile.

“Yes, your guests are very pleasant, Miss T.”, the man confessed.

“But don’t you think I have forgotten about you Mister Deacon.”, the old lady said with a smile.

John couldn’t help but have a hopeful smile on his lips.

“I’ll be right back.”, Miss T. said, and slowly walked out of the room, leaving John alone with his thoughts.

He didn’t have to remain with them for too long though, since the beautiful lady appeared in the room, her presence eclipsing all the others’ in the room.

She walked directly towards John with a genuine smile on her lips. John didn’t know what he was doing but he instinctively took her hand and brought her closer to his body. And as couples did in such celebrations, they started to dance. They didn’t say a word, the world around them had ceased to be. They only were staring at each other’s eyes, dancing in the night, sparkles in the irises.

John had the feeling this night was endless but he didn’t complain. He felt nothing but joy, love, warmth in his heart. He didn’t care about anything. There was only her, this beautiful lady in his arms, dancing with him. Her soft skin against his reminding him of the ecstasy he had felt the night before.

Little did he know that only his spirit was with the other’s that night. Because his corpse had been lying in the cold water of the tub and Miss T. was now dragging it outside to burry it, amongst the others.

#warriorteam1924 writes #Your presence is wanted at this ghostly ball #queen #queen imagine #halloqueen2022 #john deacon #john deacon imagine #john deacon fanfiction #john deacon fiction #john deacon fantic #john deacon fic #emotional to thing i might not be able to write again before some time....#it's not as if my masterlist was gone of course #but still....

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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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rogertaylorsgirl · 5 months

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imagine being roger’s first real girlfriend. the members of the band would be so shocked at seeing him so committed to someone. of course, they would try and piss him off, talking about how much he’s whipped for you. but are they wrong? absolutely not.

this man would do anything for you. you could ask him the entire universe and he would make sure you had it. every time you would walk in the studio, he would leave the drums so fast and come to hug you, while the others complain about finishing the damn song.

you made him softer, sometimes he hated that, but he couldn’t do anything about it. you helped him calm down during one of his famous tantrums and you also made him romantic. he wasn’t the type to cuddle or show too much affection before, since the girls he dated were nothing serious, but now with you it was all different. you had changed him for the better.

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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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ectocurse · 2 months

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I just picked up call me deacon blues, and I'm a little sad to hear it won't be finished (though I completely understand!!!)

But I have to yell in your inbox a little about it because John breaks my heart. He's the picture of Hollywood poster boy trying to walk in his mother's legacy and idjdkejf

It's so much

I haven't finished it yet, I'm on the pool episode

And I want to fight jake

With that being said

I do plan on finishing it, and even though it isn't a finished product, thank you for giving us everything you have so far :3 reading it is a pleasure

i think if i ever was to continue, it would be after reworking it to be original fiction! i still love the story dearly, but my experience and love for the source material has been so tainted…idk if going back is an option. ;-;

i’m so happy you’re enjoying it though! there is a least some emotional resolution! dw! i had a GREAT time writing it, and it helped me grow as an author so much!

thank YOU for reading and for taking the time out to message me! <3 i appreciate it dearly!

#dirkjohn #call me deacon blues….#ecto answers

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johnica-weeks · 2 years

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Welcome to the 4th Johnica Week! I can't believe it's already the fourth edition and I'm so happy to have still lots of talented artists and writers joining the event and keeping the fandom alive by contributing (also) to the growth of this wonderful couple 🥰💕💕💕

When is the event? 📆

This year's Johnica Week will be a bit shorter, only four days, in order to keep entries more collected, avoid burnout for those faithful creators who want to challenge themselves and join everyday, and for everyone who loves to read fics but has less time on their hands. The event will start on Sunday 15th January and end on Wednesday 18th January, aka John and Veronica's 48th wedding anniversary!

Where? 🔎

Here on Tumblr, on AO3 and also on Instagram for visual artists!

💚 Use the tag #JohnicaWeek2023 in your entries here and on Instagram!

📚 > Here will be the AO3 COLLECTION where to post your fics! <

💚 Tag @eileen-crys and/or @johnica-weeks in your works so I can read, see and share them!

📚 At the end of the event I’ll make a Tumblr masterlist with all the works!

2020 Masterlist | 2021 Masterlist | 2022 Masterlist

The Theme 📚

You’ve read it right, this year Johnica Week has a theme, linked to the 46th wedding anniversary, that is BOOKS. Like all the prompts, it’s up to you to follow the theme or not, consider it just as a general theme that you could build your entries around. I chose some prompts that might fit this theme, that are about books as physical objects or as idea for an alternative worldbuilding.

How? 🖼

You're encouraged to join with your preferred creative media or challenge yourself with something new! Fanfictions, drawings, comics, poetry, collages and photo edits, moodboards, anything you like! More in the RULES below.

Like all Ship Weeks, this is a fandom event to share love and creativity related to a particular couple, so be sure to engage with the entries and support all the artists and writers that chose to join! Reblog, leave likes/kudos and comment on the artworks to keep the fandom alive! 💜💖💕💜💖💕

These prompts are simply suggestions for the event, you can choose one, mix them together, follow them or not, be creative with the prompts or do something completely different! That’s up to you 😊 For each day I chose a situation that revolves around books, an undergoing theme, a literary genre and a type of Alternative Universe you can choose among.

💚 Day 1 - Sunday 15th

SITUATION: Transported from real life to a book’s world and living an adventure there/meeting the main characters. (Suggestions: Alice in Wonderland, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, etc.) Note: not as an AU, but more on the idea of "real John and Veronica live an adventure in a book" as themselves.

THEME: Having fun together

GENRE: Action

AU: Superheroes/Superpowers (“Superheroes with Superproblems” comic book, Fantasy or Sci-Fi, Dystopian, Fantasy, Cyberpunk, etc.)

💚 Day 2 - Monday 16th

SITUATION: Misplaced/stolen book.

THEME: Math VS Poetry

GENRE: Horror/mystery

AU: Noir/Detective story (Victorian, Modern Crime Scene, Serial Killer, Futuristic, etc.)

💚 Day 3 - Tuesday 17th

SITUATION: Finding/reading a book for the other one or for the kids.

THEME: Long distance

GENRE: Fairytale

AU: Historical Fiction (Royalty, 1920s, Arranged Marriage, World War, Ancient Greece, etc)

💖 Day 4 - Wednesday 18th (Wedding anniversary!)

SITUATION: Bonding thanks to a special book.

THEME: Pregnancy

GENRE: Comedy

AU: Romantic cliché (Soulmates, bookshop, coffee/florist shop, alternative first meeting, etc.)

What can you do? ✒

You can join with fanfics, edits and moodboards, drawings of all kinds and if you want to sing or play an instrument please feel free to!

The requirements are:

John and Veronica Deacon as the main pairing;

Your love and creativity! 🥰

You can write/draw:

Fics with and without accurate settings and timelines;

Alternative Universes (AU) of any kind and genre, mixed or not with the promts (ex. Fem!John AU + coffee shop, A/B/O AU + Superpowers);

“What if"s;

Genderswap/genderbending of any kind;

Other Queen members, friends, pairings, family, poly ships (that have to involve both John and Veronica!), OCs, etc…

Fluff, angst, crack, hurt/comfort, action, mystery, sexy times… anything you fancy!

🔥 NSFW is allowed with PROPER TAGS! IMPORTANT note: please interact with NSFW only if you’re +18! 🔞

… and more! If you’re unsure feel free to ask!

We’re here to celebrate John and Veronica Deacon, not to create drama or fights nor to disrespect their privacy. So please be considered about your entries and comments and always try to be respectful to John, to Veronica, to their family and friends, to the people who ship them or ship other couples and to your audience.

Fics and fanarts about post ‘97 John ARE allowed.

Photos and videos from after his retirement in moodboards and edits ARE NOT allowed!

HOW to post? 🤔

You can post your entries here on Tumblr, on AO3 and on Instagram, using the hashtag #JohnicaWeek2022 and tagging me.

If you prefer, you can post anonymously on AO3, HERE is an easy guide on how to do it!

If you’re on Tumblr and want to post a fic anonymously please send me a DM and I’ll post it on @johnica-weeks on your behalf, crediting it as Anonymous author!

🔥 TAG your work APPROPRIATELY! This includes all potential triggers and smut. On Tumblr you can include the appropriate warnings at the top of the fic followed by a "keep reading” cut (you can add it in desktop version AND on mobile by writing :readmore: in a new line!) Also be sure to tag the rating of your fic, the genre and the themes of your story, enough to help the readers!

✨ If you’re still unsure, HERE’s a useful guide on how to tag your works!

As a reader... 📖

If you’re a fan of John, of Johnica or simply like to read fanfictions, positive interactions are always much welcomed! Support the authors by leaving likes, a comment (even a little one!) and sharing their work. On AO3 you don’t need an account to leave Kudos and Comments! (Unless the author has willingly prevented guests to comment). To leave a comment on AO3 you simply have to choose a temporary mail and set your email to get a notification for an eventual reply.

If a work is not tagged appropriately, you can reach out to me via DM and I’ll warn the author. If anything makes you uncomfortable, simply close the work! Do not engage by leaving nasty comments or messaging the author!

🔥 IMPORTANT!!! 🔥

During the event, if any of you/your entries gets hateful comments or messages towards you, your entries, the Johnica ship, the event or other creators, please DELETE the hateful comment/message right away with no interactions and let me know! This is no place for haters, just for creativity and love.

If you see a hateful comment on other works do not engage, instead leave a positive comment to the same work and support the author! 💜

Realistic or not, remember that fanfictions are, by definition, FICTIONAL and not meant to be a documentary! There are lots of things we don’t know about John and Veronica’s private lives and don’t want to go in too deeply, gossip or speculate about them, so feel free to fly with your fantasy and let your creativity flow! 😊💖 Most of all… have fun, respect each other and support each other’s works!

If you have any question feel free to send me an ask or a DM!

Header and graphics by @eileen-crys and @/firefly-graphics

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