Happy 73rd Birthday to mrs. Veronica Deacon! 🥰💜💕💖💜💕💖
Just a cute little thing this year, thanks to all those who suggested me a mix of ideas, from making a chibi drawing to draw a cake for her! 🥰 I had a lot of fun drawing this and I hope you'll like it as well! 🎂🙏🏻💕💜💖💕
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Now I know this doesn’t fit with today’s theme but I couldn’t wait 2 more days to finally release this beauty to the public, I literally CRIED writing this and I hope that you @eileen-crys think this is worthy of being in your special little give-a-way. After watching League of their own, the Pacific and reading another ww2 au John deacon fic this little baby was born. So I hope to all those who usually love my reader inserts will give this fic a chance :)
I don’t know how long it was going to continue. Every day I look forward to the letters I would receive overseas from the warfront. And it’s not like you can escape from it, all over the radio you can just hear it on the radio. Like now the radio was talking about the bombings continue to target at the heart of London. Thankfully John has taught me how to listen for the alarms and quickly get into the bomb shelter he had built for us.
I also wait anxiously for the mail to arrive because that means I know that my darling John is still alive and anxiously waiting to come home.
‘And the Germans continue to advance on the front lines, more fatalities continue to skyrocket on the Allied sides…..’ the radio suddenly turned off and that’s when I saw my mum holding my 3 year old son Robert.
“Do you think hearing all that is a good idea?”
“It’s not like I can escape it mum. Every day that’s all you hear is about the war.”
“I know love, I just—I just worry about you. Both of you.”
“I know you mean well mother, but I’m doing fine. Robert is still healthy and…..”
“And you’re barely sleeping because you’re up all night worrying about John. Believe me love I know how hard it was, I dealt with the same thing with your father in the first war. I don’t want to see you go down a dark road like I once did.”
“I’ll be fine mother, now it’s time for me to feed Robert his dinner and I think dad will need you home for supper.”
“If that is what you wish.” She said as she handed me my son back before walking out without saying another word. As I looked down at my son who had every ounce of his father in his face and hair, I held him close and kissed the top of his head as he cooed at me.
I was sitting in the living room watching Robert eat his sandwich when I heard a knock at the door. All of a sudden I felt my heart drop, was it them? Oh please god above please pray let it not be them. The officers who always deliver the death sentences to families, just last week my dearest friend Susan had received word that her twin brother had been killed in action.
I stood up from the couch and walked slowly towards the door. I unlocked it before opening it to reveal our mailman Jacob.
“Oh Jacob, it’s only you.”
“Relieved Mrs. Deacon?”
“You have no idea. Anything important today?”
“Just some letters from your school, some family members and—something from a certain Marine officer of yours.” I quickly took the mail from Jacob and looked through it till I found the letter I’ve been anxiously waiting for.
“Thank you Jacob.” I thanked him before closing the door. At that point I could hear Robert really starting to get fussy. I quickly raced back towards him and handed him his bottle while I quickly ripped up the note from my beloved John.
“Is it daddy?”
“I think so Robert dear, come sit by me and we can read it together.” He abandoned the remaining half of his sandwich and sat down close to me. Once I unfolded the letter I could see the stained dirt from it and the smudged ink from his messy handwriting, but to me it was clear as day.
My dearest, Veronica,
Words cannot describe how much I miss you and our son. He surely has gotten bigger since the last photograph you’ve sent me of him the day he was born. Every day it gets harder and harder to go on, ambushes and several other attacks go by non-stop.
I’ll spare you the gruesome details because you don’t deserve to know the horror’s I’ve been through. I only hope and pray to God that this war ends soon so that I can come home and help you raise our son. Is he healthy? Happy? Does he even know who I am? I hope you’re not telling him the embarrassing stories of when we first got together, wouldn’t want his father to be painted as a timid mouse now right?
I couldn’t help but smile at that comment.
I miss you both with all my heart, and I long for the day for us to finally be reunited once more. Take care and always know how much I love you both.
With all my love,
Corp. John Deacon
“Is daddy gonna come home soon?” Robert asked me. I looked down at him and tried to figure out how to answer him.
“Oh sweetie, he’s trying his best. He and a few of his friends are off fighting against some really bad people.”
“But I thought you always said violence was never the answer?”
“It shouldn’t but—sometimes people just do things their own way. But it takes brave men like your father to stand up for what’s right to try and make those bad guys see that what they believe isn’t right.”
“I wish I got to meet him.” I stroked through his auburn hair and said.
“I know honey, I do too. But just know your daddy loves you soo much and that he’s gonna try to find a way to come back home to us.”
“Okay. Can I see the picture of him again?” I smiled lovingly at him and said.
“Of course, I’ll show you all the pictures you want.” I went up to the bookshelf and grabbed the family photo album and I showed Robert all the pictures John and I took from every date, every picnic, and even the wedding pictures. Going through each picture made my heart ache and sink down to my stomach, as well as form a lump in my throat. But seeing Robert be fully invested in seeing his father, even through photograph, filled me with some warmth.
Later that evening, I tucked Robert into bed and I kissed him goodnight before finally going downstairs to write my letter to John to be delivered in the morning. I poured my heart and soul into the letter, even allowed a few tears to fall onto the paper. I squirted a bit of my perfume onto the paper so that John could remember something from home, even being a thousand miles away.
After completing the letter, I placed it into the envelope, sealed it and stamped it before writing the address to where my beloved was stationed. I kept it on the desk so that I could grab it first thing in the morning. I turned the desk light off before heading back upstairs and once again slept in the empty bed. I hugged John’s pillow and held it close to me.
Even though his scent was long gone, I still could remember it by heart. I allowed a few tears to slip down my face as I whispered John’s name over and over before I finally fell asleep.
*John’s POV*
This place was a literal hell. Intense humidity, bug literally biting you day and night, and nothing but the stench of gunpowder and death staining the air. I was cleaning out my rifle when the messenger came by.
“Alright ladies, letters from home! Come and get your mail here!” he passed by each Marine one by one before finally getting to me. “Here you are Corporal.”
“Thank you.” I took the letters from him and I skimmed through them till I found the familiar elegant writing that was my Veronica. I opened the envelope and the first thing I was hit with was the scent of her perfume. Oh my Ronnie, always knowing just how to bring me back to sanity.
My beloved John,
It seems like an eternity and the days get much harder the longer you’re away. Your letters are the only thing that give me hope that you’re still alive, but the fear of one day hearing your death breaks my heart.
Oh Ronnie.
I was told just last week that Susan lost her twin brother out in Germany, with more news coming to people that I know losing their family member or husband, I fear one day it’ll happen to me. I must sound dramatic or hysterical but…..
I noticed a drop of water on the letter.
“Oh Veronica, my sweet, dear Veronica.”
“A letter from the missus?” I looked up to see my three good friends from my unity, Private 1st class Freddie Mercury, Corporal Roger Taylor and Lance Corporal Brian May.
“You gonna swipe the letter away this time Taylor?”
“Nope, not this time.” Roger spoke as he sat himself down beside me.
“How’s she been?” asked Brian.
“Seems much harder than last time. Been getting news all around her from people she knows about their losses. Just last week her old sorority sister Susan lost her twin brother to the Germans.”
“Fucking Nazis.” Hissed Freddie.
“I think I’d take a Nazi over a Jap any day, these guys keep coming up like roaches.” Roger said as he lit up his smoke. I went back down to read her letter.
I just miss you so much my beloved. And don’t you dare say you miss me more because that’s highly impossible, at least you know my life is the same routine.
I couldn’t help but grin.
Robert talks about you a lot, he’s really asking all the questions now a days. Like today, he wanted to see pictures of you and began asking questions of how we met, how I knew you were the one for me, and about the day you asked me to marry you. He’s like you in so many ways John, not just through your looks but your personality too. Heck he even has the same interest in cars as you do.
Please come back to us my love, I long for the day for you to finally meet your son. And I wish to hold you once more before it’s nothing but a faint memory.
All my love my beloved and strong Marine,
Veronica Deacon
God it warmed my heart to see her sign off with my last name. Sometimes she still uses her maiden name for some things, but each letter she writes, she always uses my name.
“What’s got you all smiling? She promise to give you an epic shag when you return?”
“Shut up Roger!” Brian spoke for me.
“Children please, we can all murder each other but then who’d be left to fight this war?”
“They’ve got plenty of soldiers to spare. To them, we’re disposable.” Roger sneered.
“Why the hell would you say something like that?” Roger shrugged.
“For once I kinda agree with Roger.” I spoke. They turned towards me and I continued, “Thousands of us die each day, and tomorrow could be our last. Yet we keep pushing and pushing but the enemy keeps pushing back. An endless tug of war between one another till all on the opposing side is dead.”
“You sure you graduated with an electrical engineering degree Deacon?” mocked Taylor. I turned towards him and his grin disappeared before I sighed heavily.
“I already had to miss out on the birth of my son. I missed his first steps, his first words. The only time I get to see him is through a photograph. He’s gonna be four pretty soon in the next few months, and already he’s asking questions.”
“Be thankful that he is Deacy. Some of these motherfuckers don’t even know if they have kids yet, or their kids don’t know about them.” Freddie said.
“I just wish to be back home. Teaching my son how to play catch, how to ride a bike, even how to fix a car. But instead I’m stuck here fearing that today maybe my last day. And what if one day he starts asking Veronica why I left him?”
“That’ll never happen. Now you listen here Deacy dear. Veronica loves you too much to allow that to happen. You boy’s finally interested in you, you’ve got a clever girl for a wife who will gladly tell your son everything he needs to know. And if he does ask that, then she knows to tell him that his daddy is being a superhero right now fighting off the bad guys. And don’t you fucking dare say that today’s gonna be your last day! Cause if it’s yours, then it’s ours too.” Freddie said as he forced me to look at him.
“He’s right. We all made a pact once we started to get to know each other, that we’re all in this together. And you proved that John when you came in and stopped a Jap sniper from ending my life as I was leading a patrol team through the Jap barracks.” Brian said.
“Or when I threw the grenade into a hidden bunker as you ran to Brian’s aid.” Roger added as he exhaled his smoke like a chimney.
“And of course my darling you can’t forget when I saved all your arses back in Okinawa with the midnight ambush. Without my missiles none of you would be alive.” Freddie bragged. The corner of my mouth slowly went up in a half-grin and I said.
“You’re right guys, sorry I went off on that rant there.”
“We get it John. Because we all have families back home, not just our parents but wives, girlfriends or fiancés back home who need us alive.” Brian said as he clamped his hand on my shoulder.
“ALRIGHT LADIES! We’re moving out 20 miles East! Pack your bags and move out!” the commanding officer proclaimed.
“Alright my dears, let’s get a move on.” Freddie said as he grabbed his pack and walked on ahead. I placed the letter into my journal before stuffing it into my uniform inner-breast pocket. I grabbed my bag and tried to think about what to write back to Veronica once we got to our next station.
*1st POV*
Five months later and the school year was just about to end. All my friends and co-workers were gathered in the teacher’s lounge for one last big shebang before the summer holidays came into play.
“So what have you got planned today Stacy?” asked Emily, the Year 3 instructor asked.
“Well the last letter I received from Billy said that his enlistment is almost expired so once it does, he’ll be free to return home. The first thing I’m gonna do when that man pulls in from the train station is hug and kiss that man like there’s no tomorrow.” Replied Stacy, who taught the same year I did. In fact we were right across the room from each other so we talked pretty much every morning as the kids all came into the classroom.
“What about you Emily?” I asked.
“Well with the boys away at their grandfather’s out into the country, the nest is completely empty. So I might go over there and visit them for a while.”
“It’ll be nice to get out of the city from all the chaos that’s been happening.” Said Stacy.
“And what about you Veronica? Any big summer plans?”
“No idea. John was…..” I trailed off sadly as I looked down. Stacy placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. “He was always the better planner than I was. That man even planned out our entire wedding.”
“Man I wish my Henry was like your Johnny D.”
“I only just hope Robert gets the chance to have a father.” I said solemnly.
“Hey have any of you talked to Susan?” asked Emily.
“I’ve been trying to reach out to her but she’s ignored my calls. Thankfully her husband has been there to help her out.” I said.
“Yeah, thank god for Tony. God her and Peter were as thick as thieves, even when we were kids.” Emily said. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. The principal opened the door and that’s when a man dressed in military uniform came in and he said.
“Afternoon, I come with an urgent telegram for one of these ladies from the War department.” At that point all of us went quiet.
“Oh god not another one.” I muttered as I slowly sat down and held my hand to my mouth.
“Now I’m sure I had the name here somewhere—I personally wanted to deliver this in person, tell you that your husband’s dead.” The messenger continued to speak as he tried to find the name of one of us. “Damnit all, I guess I must’ve misplaced it, I’ll need to go back and track the name down again.”
“That won’t be necessary son, give it to me.” Mr. Lee, our principal spoke for all of us.
“I’m sorry sir but this is official business, I can’t just give someone out of this telegram the message.”
“Just give me the damn telegram son and be on your way!” Mr. Lee snapped. When the officer refused to give it up, Mr. Lee took it by force before finally shoving the officer out of the lounge and slamming the door shut. Stacy and I took hold of each other’s hands as Mr. Lee opened the letter and read through it.
He spoke not a word as he looked at us all sadly and walked by each of us one by one. At first he would stop in front of a teacher and we’d think it was for them before he moved on. Soon he came up to Stacy and I. His old eyes brimmed with tears as he finally said as he held out the telegram.
“I’m sorry Stacy.”
“NOO! BILLY!!” she screamed as she collapsed to her knees clutching the telegram. I knelt down beside her along with Emily, Mikaela and Donna as we all tried to comfort her. She sobbed out Billy’s name. I rubbed her shoulders and rested her head against my shoulder.
Mr. Lee, who was like a father to all of us, helped Stacy up onto her feet and embraced her tightly.
“It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay Stacy.” He comforted her with soothing rubs onto her back and allowing her to sob into his shoulder. It was then Mrs. Kowalski who ran the front desk in the office came up and the two of them guided Stacy out. Her sobs of Billy’s name echoed throughout the halls.
Ohh poor Stacy, she’ll never be over this. To think she almost had the chance of having her fiancée soon become her husband, and the two of them could finally be wedded in holy matrimony. But now she has to plan on being a widow, like so many other women have to be now, and the sad thing is she barely got the chance to call Billy her husband,
I fear that after this she may never want to get married again cause she’ll relive this event over and over again.
After that whole situation, we were all allowed to be let out early, teachers and students included all got to go home and start the summer holiday early. While I was cleaning up the house before I would have to go pick Robert up from my mum’s place, I couldn’t help but think back to Stacy. God just—why did something like that have to happen to her? She didn’t deserve this, we all didn’t deserve this. Why did one man have to go ruining it for all of us? So many deaths and for what?
Just what is this war really about? Please someone tell me that!
As I put the plates and glasses back into the cabinet, I wiped away a tear before closing the cabinet. That’s when I saw it. The reflection of someone standing behind me, but the face was no stranger. I quickly turned around and I swear if I did have a plate or glass, I would’ve dropped it right there on the spot.
For right there standing before me with a bandaged leg and leaning against a crutch, in full Marine uniform was my husband, John Richard Deacon.
He smiled softly at me and I just took in his appearance. His once long flowing hair was now cut so short that you could only see it from the sides and behind him. He even appeared taller and much more fit than when I last saw him. But the battered leg made my heart sink in fear.
Slowly I walked right up to him thinking this was just a dream. When I finally stood before him, I slowly lifted my hand up towards his cheek but was too afraid to touch him, fearing that this was just my mind playing tricks on me. That if I should touch him, he’d just fade away like the cherry blossom petals in the spring.
It was then John took my hand in his, his hands now calloused and rough but still had that gentleness to them, and he placed it onto his cheek. He smiled at me and I immediately hugged him as I began sobbing hysterically.
“Shhhh, shh. I’m here Ronnie. I’ve come back, just like I promised.” I pulled away to finally give him all the kisses I had been longing for. The deep, passionate, long-awaited type kisses. The kisses that almost make you want to devour the person not out of passionate hunger, but passionate longing.
“You’re back…..y—you really came back, Oh John you’re here, you’re really, truly back!” I sobbed through my kisses. But through our reunion kiss, I heard him groan in pain. “Oh god John here, sit down.” I guided him towards the living room and set him down on the couch and tried to make him feel as comfy as possible. “What happened to you John?”
“Ambush. The Japs planted several trip-wires through the perimeters of their base, one of the boys in my platoon triggered it and I was lucky to escape with this. They tried to fix my leg but it was beyond what they could do, so they discharged me and got me better care for it than what I would’ve had out in the Pacific.”
“Oh John I—I can’t believe it. I’m so, so sorry this happened to you.”
“Better my leg than my life. I did promise the most beautiful girl in London that I’d come back to her.” He said as he stroked under my chin. I laughed through my tears and leaned down to kiss him again. His hands went through my hair as our kiss deepened, before I went back to hugging him.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me again John Richard Deacon.”
“I promise Veronica, I’m here to stay for good. I’ve never been more happy than being right here at home.” The tears continued to fall down my eyes as I buried my face into his neck. “Shhh, I’m here love. I’m gonna be okay. Cause now I’ve got the best nurse to look after me.” I laughed and separated from him.
“I would assume so, but I do expect payment from you soldier.”
“Oh yeah? And what payment would you like to receive?” I didn’t reply as I leaned down and softly captured his lips with mine. I softly hummed as his hand softly and gingerly stroked through up my cheek before tucking my hair behind my ear.
“I think we can arrange that.” He hummed out.
And that’s how it was. I called my mother to bring Robert home herself because I had a special surprise for him that couldn’t be left alone at the moment. So within 15 minutes, my mother arrived with Robert and I thanked her for watching him for the day and that I would be over there for supper in a few days. After Robert said goodbye to ‘mums’ I brought him inside.
“Now Robert, love. There’s—someone very special in the living room that I would like you to meet.”
“Who is it mummy?” he asked.
“You’ll see love. Now he’ll look a little different and you’ll have to be very gentle with him because he got injured very, very badly. Are you ready to meet him?” he nodded and that’s when I picked him up and took him to the living room. When John finally laid eyes on Robert, it was like his whole world had changed. His eyes that were tired and almost soulless now suddenly lit up.
I set Robert down and he shyly hid behind my dress when I said to him.
“It’s okay Robert, no need to be afraid. Robert love, this is your father John Richard Deacon. John, this is your son Robert.” Robert peeked out from behind my dress while John slowly rose up against the couch and tried to sit up. Robert slowly came out from behind me and he walked up to John and just looked at him.
“You’re hair’s not long.” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth which made both John and I laugh softly.
“Afraid so bud, they force you to cut your hair so that way you don’t get caught on things. Hope you don’t mind it though.” Robert walked closer to him before raising his arms up wanting to be picked up, which John happily obliged and placed our son on top of his uninjured leg. Robert touched his father’s cheek before saying.
“I like it short.” John smiled happily and said.
“Then I’ll keep it short for you pal.” Robert smiled before finally embracing his dad for the first time ever. John was stunned at feeling this tiny person hug him but almost immediately he wrapped his arms around his son and held him close as well as burying his nose into his son’s hair, breathing in his scent.
I couldn’t help but tear up at this beautiful sight. My two boys meeting each other at last.
“Shall we let mummy in the group hug?” I heard John say to Robert softly.
“Mm-hmm! Yeah mummy join us!” Robert exclaimed with an enthusiastic nod. I smiled and said.
“Well if that’s what my boys want.” I then sat by the couch next to John and the two of us cuddled close to each other but I was cautious of his injuries. Soon it was a cuddle party between the three of us as we held Robert in between us, and I buried myself into John’s body trying to reclaim the warmth and love that I had lost while he was away.
This is something i need to get off my chest...so i made something
Enjoy...
If You Can't Beat Them...
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Habromania: delusions of happiness
Drapetomia: an overwhelming urge to run away
Ilunga: a person who will forgive anything, the first time, tolerate it the second time, but never the third.
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It has been love at first, but then popularity came through and everything was about to change forever and way too fast.
First it was the family, everything seemed so pitch perfect and lovely, something to aspire to, something so sweet it was almost fake.
Then it was the group, all the changes, and the first child, an accident, but he was loved nonetheless.
Tours then began, months away or sometimes a whole year or more, but it was always worthy the first times, and then the second child came, they quite didn't remember if he was an accident or anything else but they accepted it.
Albums, songs, press conferences, tours it all became a routine after that, always the same but at least in the end, he always came home.
Then something switched on again...soon after the third child, the husband was still lovely but he was away more than before, rarely coming back home or not at all, rarely calling in and when it all happened he was nervous and tired.
He began to travel more, by himself or with his friends, more parties came in and she was always left alone, by choice or not it didn't matter anymore, she was in fact alone with too much time in her hands and 4 children to manage.
She didn't see what she still called her husband in a year and a half, he was somewhere around the world, probably too busy with some other new interest to care.
The rarest times he was home they would always fight, and after that he was once more out the door to wherever he liked to go those days, doing whatever he loved to do.
She manage to keep calm, not for herself, but for what she considered her family still, for what she had left, their original love completely missing, her life lost. Regrets soon started to be her only company.
Then hard times came in, his former husband was lost. Depression came in, they tried, for a while all seemed normal again, two more children came into their family, maybe it was the right path…after all.
But then, unexpectedly she took another hit, this time the final one.
He was again on his old path, old habits kicked in again, but now more evident than before, now he was shameless and she can't take it anymore, that true love that once was, wasn't there anymore.
Everything now was just fake, the perfect image of a happy family just the perfect cover for the press, the perfect facade to sell themselves to the world.
Yes quite perfect indeed.
She wasn't angry, how could she. At this point she didn't blamed him anymore. It was pointless, but the image, the fake happiness had to stays on.
For their family or part of it and for the world to see..
