A concept: your dad is a producer for Queen. You don’t realize they are over for a meeting. You come downstairs only to meet them in a tank top and underwear. After an awkward meeting John thinks he might be in love with you. Sorry if this is overly specific
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You were visiting your parents house for the first time in ages. You woke up one afternoon after a night out, and you could hear talking going on in your parents living room, but thought nothing of it. Your dad was a music producer and it wasn’t unusual for him to have meetings in the living room downstairs.
You needed water and food, so you figured you could just get downstairs and sneak into the kitchen to make yourself something. You slipped on your slippers and quickly made your way down the stairs, not really caring that you were still just in some underwear and a tank top.
Someone was in your fridge and you just figured it was your mom so you moseyed in quietly.
“Morning.” you yawn, but the response you receive leaves you startled.
“Oh… good morning…” a man’s voice chimes in closing the refrigerator door with your orange juice in hand. Your face goes immediately hot, and your eyes widen at the attractive man standing in your kitchen. His face practically mirrors yours. His eyes never leave yours, and you frantically wrack your brain for what to do next.
“Um… I’m y/n…” you introduce yourself, holding out your hand that slightly shakes. The embarrassment is washing over the both of you as he takes your hand in his shaking it slowly. You feel a little exposed in just underwear and a tank top but he doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable. His eyes are stuck in yours, and you feel warm at that.
“Deacon… John… Deacon… born August 19, 19...51…” he rambles off quickly, before realizing what he said, his face washing pink as he silently yelled at himself for his word vomit. It’s endearing and you find yourself giggling softly. It makes his heart skip a beat, his breath getting caught in his throat. He tries to calm his racing heart by breathing in deep, hoping you don’t notice.
“It’s very nice to meet you John Deacon.” you offer him a smile, “What are you doing in my kitchen, with my orange juice?” you question, a bit more playful knowing he was just as embarrassed as you.
“I’m at a meeting… kind of.. with your father for my band.” he shrugs.
“Meetings with my dad are always boring, i’m sure.” you smirk, brushing past him and reaching into the cabinet for a glass. His heart immediately skips a beat, he can smell the faint scent of your perfume. Even in messy morning hair he thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. He isn't paying attention.
“Yeah… I mean. No.” he tries to correct himself and it only makes you giggle again.
“It’s okay John, I won’t tell.” you hold the glass out to him, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. He smiles softly and it makes your heart flutter a bit. He’s insanely handsome and you feel your attraction toward him as he slowly takes the glass into his big hand. “What do you do?” You grab your own glass, filling it before leaving against the counter, your eyes on him still.
“I play bass, mostly. I write some songs.” he shrugs, his hands are a little shaky too as he pours himself a glass.
“Ooo!” you grin, “I’d love to hear some stuff.” you grin.
“We’re playing a show tonight… maybe you could come?” he says, and you beam.
“John did you...!?” a voice chimes in from behind the two of you, causing you both to whip around. It’s a blonde man. He stops abruptly his eyes falling to you. “Get lost…” he finishes his sentence. “And you are?”
You chuckle at the very forward man, and hold out your hand. “Y/N.” you laugh.
“Roger.” the man smiles a cheeky grin, though you’re quick to drop his gaze and turn back toward John Deacon.
“I- We better get back to that meeting.” John pushes, nodding for Roger to go, but he doesn’t take the hint.
“I’ll come to your show tonight, John.” you say, “Leave my name on a list?” you smirk, before slinking past him again.
“Yes! definitely!” he says quickly a smile spreading rapidly across his lips, the two of you forgetting roger was even there.
“Goodbye, John. For now.” you smirk, before offering him one last smile.
When you’re out of earshot John reaches for his chest, a smile still lingering. His mind racing and wandering to seeing you again.
“Disgusting, mate.” Roger snarls. “You look like you’re in love.” he taunts.
“I… Think i might be.” John chuckles, shaking his head, a huge grin still plastered on his face as he pushes past Rog and back to the meeting in the living room.
