Inspo from lovely anon: okay that gif set you just reblogged of Joe!Deaky lounging on the couch right before the band breaks up in Borhap.... all I can think about is being tucked up into his side and physically holding onto him to comfort him during the band’s fight. when Freddie insults him, i’m just imagining holding onto him so tight, trying to impart without words how much he means to you.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Scene rewrites with reader insert aren’t usually my thing, but then this happened.
Though Freddie started off the conversation with valid points, it had somehow descended into an argument. I sat beside Deaky, tucked under his arm as he lightly tapped a beat on my bicep, hand on his knee as I watched the situation unfold in front of me.
“A solo album?” Roger asked, staring at Freddie where he stood in front of the window. Paul sulked in the corner of the room, his lips pulling up into a grin,
“Two, actually. Back to back.” He stated, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Another word from you and I’ll throw you out the bloody window.” Roger snapped.
I didn’t doubt his threat, and hell, I’d probably help him do it. Paul had done nothing but bring trouble into the band, and there was more than plenty of trouble without him there.
“That’s years, Freddie.” John replied, removing his arm from around my shoulder to clasp his hands together in his lap, “That’ll take years.”
“Ye of little faith,” Freddie replied, taking a drag from his cigarette.
The room fell silent for a few moments, long enough for John and I’s eyes to meet. He offered me a faint shrug before turning his attention back to his bandmates.
“How much?” Roger demanded.
All eyes were on Freddie, except for Paul’s. He held a taught smirk as he scanned over the four of us sitting on the couch, waiting for our reactions.
“How much did they pay you? I want to know how much they paid you!”
“Four million dollars,” Freddie replied, turning to face us.
“Christ,” Brian muttered under his breath, resting his forehead on his hand.
Roger erupted from his chair and started to pace around the room.
“More than any Queen deal.” Deaky scoffed, resting his elbow on his knee and placing his fingers over his mouth.
I stared over at him, the worry evident in the way he pursed his lips. His gaze shifted to his lap, playing with a loose thread on the hem of his jacket.
“Look, the routine is killing us. I mean, you must want a break from all the arguments! Who’s song gets on the album, who’s songs a single, who wrote what, who gets a bigger slice of the royalties, what's on the B side, all of it! You must need a break!” Freddie rambled.
“Freddie, we’re a family.” Brian insisted, swallowing the lump that was rising in his throat.
“No, we’re not! You’ve got families, children, wives. What have I got?”
The moment all of their hearts broke was evident on their faces. The way they winced at the words, the way they all licked their lips and swallowed in an attempt to keep the emotions at bay.
“Fred-” I began, only to be cut off.
“This is a band meeting, sweetheart, what are you doing here?” Paul retorted.
I opened my mouth to defend myself only for Roger to jump in,
“If you get to be here then so does she.” Roger barked at the taller man.
The two exchanged a glare until Deaky spoke up,
“You’ve got 4 million dollars, perhaps you can buy yourself a family.” He replied simply, his hand dropping onto my knee.
“I won't compromise my vision anymore,” Freddie said, taking another puff from his cigarette.
“Compromise? Are you joking? You were working at Heathrow before we gave you a chance!” Roger bellowed, his chest heaving.
“And without me, you’d be a dentist, drumming 12/8 time blues on the weekends at the Crown.” Freddie began as he pointed to the blonde, “And you, you would be Dr. Brian May, author of a fascinating dissertation on the cosmos, that no one ever reads.”
Brian’s gaze shifted to the floor as he shook his head, curls bouncing down into his face.
Freddie squinted as he looked at John, pursing his lips for a moment before speaking.
“And Deaky, for the life of me, nothing comes to mind.”
If it weren’t for John’s hand on my knee, I would’ve been out of my seat in an instant, ready to give Freddie what for. But instead, I gripped onto his hand where it rested on my leg and gave it a firm squeeze. He squeezed back, letting his chin drop to his chest as a sad smirk came to his lips. He opened his mouth to speak before closing it and shaking his head,
“I studied electrical engineering, does that suit your standard?” He replied, staring up at his now former friend.
“It’s perfect.” Freddie quipped as he stamped out his cigarette in the ashtray, striding past the seating area to stand behind the couch.
“You just killed Queen,” Roger uttered, throwing his hands up in defeat.
“Oh, give her a kiss one day, she might wake up.” Freddie retorted.
“You need us, Freddie.” Brian breathed, “More than you know.”
“I don’t need anyone.” Freddie declared before striding out of the room, his shadow in tow.
Once the two were out of earshot, the group of us let out the breaths we had collectively been holding. Roger continued to pace while Brian let his head drop into his hands. I leaned into John, pressing my forehead to his cheek and closing my eyes, gripping his hand with both of mine.
“Can’t believe this.” Roger muttered under his breath, collecting his car keys from his pocket, “Unbelievable.”
He wandered out of the room and could be heard muttering to himself all the way down the hallway until I heard the front door slam shut and his car peeling out of the driveway.
Brian was the next to leave, after murmuring something about Chrissie and the kids waiting for him at home. John, on the other hand, seemed frozen in his seat. He continued to anxiously bounce his foot,
“You alright?” I murmured, pulling away from where I rested my head on his cheek to look at him.
He stared into his lap, his lips twisting as he tried to think of what to say. He wasn’t one to show emotion on his face, but his hand trembled slightly despite me clutching onto it.
“Let's go home, yeah?” I suggested, standing up and pulling him to his feet. He straightened his shirt as he stood, following my lead out of the room, across the hallway, and down the stairs.
On the way out the door, Paul appeared in the corner of my vision. He held a beer as he watched us leave, doing a poor job of disguising the smirk that was growing on his face. If I wasn’t so worried about John, I would’ve given Paul an earful. Instead, I led John straight out of the house and to the car where I paused to pull him into a hug.
“I love you.” I breathed into his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “You’re everything to me, you know that, right?” I asked as I pulled away, letting my hands drop to rest on his shoulders.
He nodded, his gaze fixed behind me at the car rather than looking me in the eye. I let out a sigh, gently gripping his chin to make his gaze meet mine.
“You’re more than just Queen, John.” I reminded.
He nodded, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before stepping past me to get into the car.
Anonymous Asked: Would it be possible to get #4 with my boy Deacy?? Thank you!! ☺️
#4 An accidentally brush of the lips followed by going in for another one, on purpose.
Author’s Note: Here we see an idiot who knows nothing about electronics trying to describe a genius who knows a lot about electronics. Ignore me.
“Does that sound right?” John asked as he placed the needle back on the record.
It was the same song that he had been playing for the past hour while trying to put together his amp
“It sounds fine, Deaky.” You sighed, not bothering to look up from the magazine you were reading. Though you couldn’t really call it reading, you were just flipping through all the pages and staring at the pictures.
“Fine isn’t good enough.” He replied, his jaw taught and lips pursed as he stared at the opened back of the amp. He muttered something to himself under his breath before you felt his gaze burning on you,
“What?” You questioned as you flipped the page.
He grumbled something you couldn’t quite understand before he went back to working, picking up his wire cutters and pliers and digging back into whatever the hell it was he was doing.
You continued to flip through the magazine, wondering why John of all people had a Cosmopolitan magazine in his dorm. You grinned to yourself as you came across the horoscopes, having never believed in such things,
“Oi, Johnnie boy.” You alerted a few moments later, “You’re a Leo, right?”
“What?”
“Your star sign, Leo, right?”
“What’s that got to do wit-”
“Your horoscope says you shouldn’t wear yellow on Thursdays, it’ll give you bad luck.”
He scowled at you and raised an eyebrow,
“Well, darling, it’s Thursday.” You began, And look at your sweater.”
He glanced down to his mustard tone sweater and back up at you,
“Maybe that’s why whatever you’re doing isn’t working. You’re wearing yellow on a Thursday.” You punctuated your statement by flipping the page of the magazine.
“You know, I wanted you to come over to HELP me, not read my palm.” He snapped.
“Somebody is grouchy.”
“Can you just get your butt over here and hold the torch!?”
“Sir, yes, sir!” You barked, grabbing the flashlight from the coffee table and sitting on your knees beside John.
He continued to mutter at himself under his breath as he fiddled with wires, the only discernible words were curses foul enough give an old woman a heart attack. He grabbed another cable, cursing when he couldn’t hold it in place while he cut and attached another wire.
“Here.” You offered, scooting so you were nearly on top of his lap to hold the cable while he fiddled with the wire cutters. He had to reach one arm over yours and the other under it to connect where it needed to go, putting your faces close enough that you could feel each other’s breath on your skin. When he was finished, he awkwardly unthreaded your arms, making your lips brush past each others.
He recoiled quickly in panic before realizing that you hadn’t had the same reaction and still sat nearly on top of him. His eyes flitted from yours to your lips before he grasped your cheeks and pulled you in for a more intense kiss. This time, he pulled you all the way onto his lap, your bum between his folded legs your legs outstretched over his thigh.
“Are you sure about the whole wearing yellow on Thursdays being bad luck?” He asked as he pulled away.
“Well, to be fair, my horoscope said that I would find a charming man this week.” You replied.
He smirked to himself, pressing another quick peck to your lips.
“Wonder when that’ll happen?”
John rolled his eyes, digging his fingers into your ribs. You let out an inhuman shriek as he did so, pulling a laugh out of him.
Anonymous asked: I love those kiss prompts! You should do 10 with whoever you want (but I feel like John would do this out of despair) just like, I don’t know if you’ve seen it, FRIENDS when Chandler kisses Monica because they are together and then he stops dead because he realizes what he has just done and he has to kiss Rachel and Phoebe too so they don’t find out about their relationship. I don’t know if it makes sense? But like John kissing the rest so they don’t find out about you and him? Sorry is too long.
Author’s Note: Uh so I wasn’t super on board with this and then I started writing it and it kinda turned out cute so HERE IT IS.
It wasn’t that you were trying to hide your relationship, in fact, the rest of the band was well aware of it and teased the two of you about it constantly.
It’s just that you were both shy and after seeing how tabloids had shredded the relationships of John’s bandmates, you weren’t in any big hurry to let it slip out beyond this particular group.
Which is why you were so shocked when your beau stepped out of the car in front of a party, in front of the paparazzi, and captured your lips in a quick peck. It was how you always greeted each other, though most of those other greetings were in the privacy of your own home, the odd one every once in a while when he visited you at work, or you visited him at the studio. It was a reflex, nothing you ever thought about. Hell, when he did it this time, it didn’t even occur to you what had just happened until the already amazingly quick flashes of cameras grew faster and you were sure that moment was captured by nearly everybody around you. You and John shared a fleeting, panicked glance before he moved over to Brian who was standing beside you and pecked him on the lips as well. The mop-haired man froze at the gesture and blinked quickly before glancing down at you. The burn of embarrassment crept up on your cheeks as you tried to cover the smirk that was on your lips.
John’s face was beet red as he threw an arm around your shoulder as well as Brian’s and led the two of you into the party.
“Nice cover.” Brian grinned, “That was totally normal and nobody will ever know.”
He pulled out from under John’s arm and disappeared into the bustling crowd. John’s arm dropped from your shoulder to your waist as he looked down at you with a bashful grin.
“Sorry, darling.” He murmured, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.
“It’s alright.” You replied, “It was bound to happen sometime. Just don’t make a habit of kissing Brian. I might get jealous.”
He dropped his chin to his chest as he sniggered, shaking his head.
(I just realized I wasn’t indicating which sentences were prompts so now I put them in bold!)
John had been coughing the past week and snoring like a freight train the past few days. You finally managed to convince him to stay home from the studio, partially thanks to Freddie who complained his mate’s singing voice was that of a prepubescent chipmunk.
Now he was sprawled out in bed feeling sorry for himself, every once in a while calling for you in a pitiful voice. Y/N! Can you bring me some water? Y/N can you bring me some soup? Y/N! I’m cold I need another blanket!
Instead of a direct request this time he just hollered out for you, so you got up like the good wife that you are and made your way to the bedroom.
“Yes, darling?”
“I think I’m dying.” He groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes.
“Oh, for christ’s sakes. You have a cold, you’re not dying.”
He groaned again, making grabby hands at you until you came over to sit beside him. You rested your hand on his chest, rubbing it reassuringly as he let out another cough.
“Uh oh.” He muttered.
“What uh-oh?”
He quickly removed his arm from his eyes and moved it in front of his nose as he let out a high pitched sneeze, making you laugh.
“Don’t laugh at me!” He pouted.
“I’m sorry, but that was adorable!” You giggled as you handed him a tissue.
He blew his nose before throwing the tissue into the sea of other ones that littered the floor.
“I’m sorry you don’t feel good, honey.” You pouted at him as you ran a hand over his sweat slickened hair.
Deacy calming the reader down from a panic attack?
You didn’t know what triggered it this time, all you knew is that you were sat in the middle of the kitchen floor, unable to catch your breath.
You had told John that you were coming to bed after you shut out the lights down stairs, so when you didn’t return within a couple of minutes, he got worried and came down stairs to look for you.
When he found you, he knew better than to react the way he wanted to, (frantically asking if you were okay and tugging you into a crushing hug.)
Instead he sat down on the floor beside you for a moment, tentatively resting a hand on your back. When you didn’t flinch or move away, he started rubbing slow circles, eventually advancing to wrap around your shoulders and pull your body against him.
“You’re alright, love.” He assured softly.
He had learned that telling you to calm down usually ended in you panicking more, so all he offered was soft reassurances.
When he felt the tension release in your shoulders, he knew he could start asking questions.
“Why don’t you go up to bed? I’ll get the lights.” He offered, getting up off the floor and offering his hands to help you up. You gladly took them.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead and gave you a nudge towards the stairs.
Your entire body felt so, so heavy as you climbed up them. The exhaustion from your panic attack was sinking in.
He followed behind you a moment later, placing his hand on your lower back to help you the rest of the way up the stairs.
You flopped down into the bed and he pulled the covers over you before sliding under them himself and turned off the lights.
You laid with your back towards him,
“Can I cuddle?” He asked softly, knowing sometimes after a panic attack you just wanted to be alone.
“Yeah.” You breathed, scooting backward into his arms as he wrapped one around your waist
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Maybe in the morning.” You replied as a yawn crept up on you.
“Love you.” He murmured.
You managed to breathe out an ‘I love you too’ before you fell asleep.
headcanon requests? okie dokie so hc’s for Deacy surprising you with a super cute day out for your birthday and then confessing his feelings for you and it’s just super adorable and fluffy (I’m a huge slut for John Deacon thanks)
You and John had been going relatively steady for a few months and your birthday was just around the corner.
You stressed that you wanted it to be low key, and you trusted him to go along with your wishes.
So he showed up at your apartment door with a bouquet of flowers and a balloon shaped like a monkey and said that the two of you were going to spend a day at the zoo.
Being an animal lover, especially as a child, you were excited to go.
You put your flowers in a vase and tied your monkey balloon to the leg of a chair so it wouldn’t float to the ceiling before putting on your shoes and heading out the door.
He hooked his arm through yours and led the way through the zoo as you spewed out facts about every animal you came across.
You were too enthralled by the creatures to realize that he was staring at you with such adoration.
Though you did catch him doing it when he didn’t reply to your fact that tigers have spots on the back of their ears because they look like eyes and scare away potential predators.
“What?” You asked, studying his face as he grinned at you like an idiot.
“I love you.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss you on the nose.
“I love you too, Johnnie boy.” You replied, returning the favor by planting a kiss on his nose as well.
