#joe mazzello! john deacon x reader

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

hi

could you please do a BoRhap request? Where she looks after the guys during recording since her family owns Rockfield Farm and they love her cooking? But the guys (minus Fred who has Mary) all fancy her too?

❤️

SOMEBODY TO LOVE

Pairings: John + Roger + Brian x Fem!reader Summary: ^^ Warnings: none, I don't think Note: I did my best guys, I'm sorry

a knock came to your door as you finished up breakfast

you left the kitchen and went to the front door

you opened the door to see a blonde with long hair with sunglasses on

he was wearing dark, slightly flared jeans, a yellow v neck shirt underneath a greeny grey jacket with fur

behind him was a short haired brunette with a mustache

he pushed the blonde out of the way and held out his hand

"hi, I'm paul, this is Roger, From Queen" he introduced

of course you knew Queen was coming to your family's farm, it wasn't like you didn't know who they were and wouldn't let them in, it's just that you felt Rogers gaze planted on you and it made you feel a little nervous

"you're not" Roger scoffed quietly

"yes, of course, come in, are the rest here too?" you asked, stepping out of the way to let them in

"they're sorting out their luggage" Roger answered, taking off his glasses

"well, I made breakfast..if you're hungry?" you smiled tightly

"depends what you're serving" Roger smirked and looked you up and down

"pancakes" you responded quickly

"yeah, I could eat"

he followed you to the kitchen and he took a seat, shovelling food onto the plate in front of him and started eating

a few minutes later Roger had finished his plate and went back for seconds

"ah there you are Freddie" Paul spoke up, noticing the other three band members by the door

"we're also here mate" the tall, long curly haired brunette said, seeming annoyed by Paul's presence

"should I show you boys to your rooms?" you wondered, breaking the silence that filled the room

The three boys standing at the door all turned to you

"didn't know the farm came with a pretty lady" the curly Brunette smiled

"oh I'm Y/n. this is my Family's Farm. I live in the building beside this one, I'm just here to show you around"

"are those pancakes for us?" the auburn haired one said

"oh, yes! you can have as many as you want" you pointed to the mountain of pancakes you had made on the counter

"they are delicious" Roger said with a mouthful of food

"well I'm Brian, This is Fred and John and I see you've already met Rog"

"it's a pleasure to meet you guys"

"pleasure's all ours darling" Freddie beamed

"well I'll show you your rooms then" you said taking off your apron and leading them upstairs

"it's probably not what you're used to but your manager said it was perfect to get away from distractions so" you shrugged

you turned to face the boys and see Roger first

"you're in here. mister Taylor" you looked to the first door

"right" he grunted, walking into the room with his heavy luggage

"and that's yours, Mister Mercury" you pointed to the room in the corner to the left

"thank you darling"

"Mister May, yours is right here" pointing to the right side next to the bathroom

Brian walked into the room and you noticed John still standing on the top of the stairs

"oh, sorry. mister Deacon, you're downstairs" he walks back down the stairs and you lead him down to the room.

"I know it's small but it doesn't get nearly as cold as the other rooms" you informed him

"okay..." he frowns as he steps down

"well I'll let you get settled then, i'll show you and the band around when you're ready" you smiled, starting to go up the stairs

"are there still pancakes?" he asked, putting his luggage down on the bed

"oh yeah, they'd probably still be warm too" you answered

he soon started following you up the stairs to the kitchen to find all the other members of the band eating the pancakes

"Rog really didn't lie, these pancakes are delicious" Brian hummed

"we need more syrup" Roger lifted up the empty bottle of maple syrup

"oh..ok" you walked over to the fridge as John took a seat and started eating the food

"here you go" you grinned, putting the syrup on the table in front of them

-

it's been a few days since they've arrived and much to your surprise, you've seen more of them then you expected

you didn't think you would see much of them, you thought thy would be very busy and you didn't have a problem with that

but Roger, Brian and John all seemed to want you around them

Roger would casually flirt with you

Brian would always start up a conversation or make you help with with a lyric

and John would subtly make eye contact and smile before coming up to you to ask for suggestions

and they would all ask if you could cook them up something when they got hungry and said they liked your cooking, so much so that there would be barely any left for Freddie or you.

Roger was currently helping you make breakfast while Brian and John sat and ate while they discussed songs

"i put my heart and soul into this song" Roger spoke up as they talked about his new song he made

"no one is disputing that" John smiled, lifting up his fork

"and you don't like it because you want your songs on the album" Roger fought

"it's not that Roger" John denied

"then what is it?" the blonde raised his eyebrows as he stopped cutting bread

"I'm in love with my car?" Brian spoke up

you fought back a laugh at the thought of the song

Brian and John both made a questionable face as silence filled the air

"maybe it's not strong enough?" Brian suggested

"what does that even mean 'not strong enough'?" Roger frowned

"I know I'm late. What did I miss?" Freddie came in and poured himself some tea

John straightened his back and looked at the singer "discussing Roger's car song"

"is it strong enough, that's all I'm asking. If I'm on my own here, then i apologise" Brian put his hands up defensively

"how does your new song go, then, hm?" Roger walked over and grabbed Brians lyrics

"you call me sweet.. like I'm some kind of cheese" the drummer read out

you stifled a laugh as you cooked bacon

"it's good" Brian defended, looking at the John who was eating a sausage with a smile and Freddie who was stirring his tea

"wow" Roger sighed sarcastically

"is that-, is that you know- when my hand's on your grease gun..That's very subtle isn't it?" Brian read Rogers back

"it's a metaphor, Brian" Roger argued

"it's just a bit weird Roger, what exactly are you doing with that car?" John spoke, waving his fork around

"what do you think, Y/n?" Roger turned to you, looking for backup

you put the now cooked bacon on a plate and turned to the boys

"don't turn to me, I'm not getting involved" you shook your head

"children please, we could all murder each other but then who would be left to record this album?" Freddie butted in

"statistically speaking, most bands don't fail, they break up" John stated mater-of-a-factly

"why the hell would you say something like that?" Freddie frowned

John shrugged and Freddie turned back to the Blonde

"Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen" Freddie informed the drummer before walking out

"you know why you're angry, Roger?" Brian began again

"...why?" Roger breathed out

"'cause you know you're song isn't strong enough" the curly headed man repeated

"boys I really don't think you should be-" you started to say but cut off by Roger throwing bacon at Brian's face

"is that strong enough?" Roger questioned

"ok" you mumbled, looking at John, who smiled at you amusingly

Roger pushed off plates and glasses off the table angrily

"what about that?!" he asked before going over to find something else

"Hey!" you yelled at Roger, who grabbed a pot of Coffee

he turned and began to swing it at the two boys before he stopped as they put their hands up

"Not the coffee machine!?" they both yelled

Roger put the coffee machine down and you sighed looking at the mess

"I'll clean this up" he sighed after a moment of silence

"you sure are" you nodded sternly

-

you sat in the recording room on the couch with John and Roger as Brian got ready to record his guitar

Roger slung his arm around your shoulder as Brian got set up

"so..how about we go get dinner later" he suggested

"pardon?" you wondered

"you, me, i'll take you out to dinner" he repeated

"I highly doubt she'll want to go out with you, Roger, she's too good for you" John sighed

"and what? you're better?" the drummer scoffed, looking over you to the auburn headed bassist

John stared at Roger for a moment

"how's katie? last time we saw her was right before we left to come here" the Deacon wondered

"shut it mate" Roger groaned

your thoughts were cut short as Brian started playing

you focused on the music but felt John's gaze on you, you slowly turned your head to see him staring at you, smiling

"so, do you have a boyfriend?" Roger asked

"I don't see how that's any of your business" you crossed your arms, looking back at Brian, who's still playing his solo

"what if I want to ask you out?" he shrugged

"how come you're the one that gets to ask her out?" John leans forward to argue with Roger

"because I can" the Taylor boy smirked

"Roger, do you have to be such a man whore?" John questioned, his accent become more defined and thick

"I think you're just jealous you don't get women chasing after you" Roger huffed, leaning back on the couch, seeming to be not fazed

"ah yes, because all i need is women to make me feel better about myself, all i need and want is women around me to fill a void of unfulfillment" John rolled his eyes

"oh yeah? let's see who she wants more then" Roger raises his eyebrows as he took off his glasses to look at you

John frowned "you can't pressure her into choosing either of us...that's not how relationships work, Roger"

Roger stifled a laugh "who said I wanted a relationship"

"my point exactly"

"all i'm saying" is that she's probably looking for somebody to love and i'm right here" Roger raised his hands in defense

"what makes you think she wants someone?" John glared

"children, children. leave the poor girl alone, she doesn't want either of you" Freddie butted in

you found yourself wondering how it came to this, two members of the band Queen almost practically fighting for your, to be with you

it made sense about Roger, seeing all of those tabloids of him with new girls around his shoulder almost every week

but John? he didn't really seem the type

you tuned out of the argument and soon wondered when Brian came back into the room as you looked up to find him sitting with Freddie

"I think whatever happens, it's up to her, you shouldn't be trying to force something she does not want" John fought

"what are you guys fighting about?"

"who gets to take this beautiful lady out" Roger smirked, nodding towards you

"who says either of you get to?" Brian spoke in a confused manner

"oh don't tell me you want her too?" Roger groaned

"what's so wrong about that?" the guitarist questioned

"I'm gonna go" you sighed, getting up

"are you still going to make us pasta tonight?" John perked up

you chuckled "I think you all need a break from my cooking"

"NO!!"

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[magickcandie]

Mall Mishap

It's not that you enjoyed making fun of John, but knew that he'd get back at you. That's where the fun was. You both knew that it was fun, it was harmless.

This particular holiday season, you were spending it in America. John was up for walking through the malls with you. Not really for shopping, but just to look around.

"Oh, love, look!" You pointed at a Santa.

"And?"

"Go tell him what you want for Christmas," you laughed.

"What? No, Y/N, come on, that's for the children."

"Come on, it'd be funny!" You tugged on his arm. "If you don't do it, I will do it for you."

"Y/N.... please, don't. We can go get something to eat instead, yeah?"

You crossed your arms. His eyes were daring you. Well. You walked over to the Santa, making conversation as John watched in shock as you pointed to him.

Santa stood and followed you over to John who know was sitting down.

"This is John. He's a little shy." You said.

John, ever so polite, extended his hand to shake hands with Santa and smile at him. "John Deacon."

"What would you like for Christmas, son?"

"What I would like? I'm content with everything I have, sir. A wife that loves me and a job which I enjoy."

(not my gif)

"Well that's great, son. You two have a merry Christmas." and with that, Santa walked away.

"Wife?" You said in shock as you and John walked through the mall in the opposite direction.

"I will marry you one day, Y/N. But for now," he shoved you in the direction of another Santa. "Tell him what you want for Christmas."

You stuck your tongue out at him before blowing him a kiss.

[justiceformeplease]

Hey sooo um yes i know i have not posted for about a few months maybe since last year?? I don't even know how long it has been but i know it's been a while and I'm sorry for not posting but i have lately been kind of stressed with school and life problems and i know that isn't a good enough excuse but i really am trying my best and stuff.

Since I'm finishing exams tommorow people can send requests that i could do over the summer and stuff

People i write for :

Ben hardy

Joe mazzello

John deacon

Roger Taylor

Kirk Hammett

Eddie Munson

Tasm Peter Parker

Warren Worthington

Serj tankian

Daron malakain

Btw i usually write x FEM!readers but i can also do male as well, i will usually do fem if there is no indication that you want male!reader

[queenattheopera]

Taking Requestssss

So my last I’m done with midterms on Wednesday night and I want to write to celebrate!!

Please send requests, anything is on the table!! Well almost anything!

[dancing-deacon]

Bass Lessons

Pairing: Joe Mazzello!John Deacon x Reader 

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This is my first attempt at a fic, taking a little inspiration from my own inability to play string instruments lol, feedback is always accepted! Thank you for reading! Give me a follow if you enjoy!

You and John are the only ones left in the studio after a long day of rehearsal. He is your ride home and it’s been that way since the beginning. You first started spending time with the band after befriending Brian who you shared classes with. It wasn’t long before he brought you along to meet the rest of the band, which led to you growing close all of them. Although, being quieter yourself, you were closest to Brian and Deaky, who didn’t feel so draining to be around for a long time.

The rest of the band has been gone for about an hour now. John always offered to stay and close the space since he wanted to practice a little more. You never minded, seeing him practice was always mesmerizing.

The studio was dark, off most of the lights are off except for where John was practicing on the bench, so you sit next to him.

John finishes his practice of the riffs he was having trouble with and starts noodling around, plucking random notes. He turns to you and gives you his best rock god face as his out of order notes sting the air. You laugh and push his face away, making him give a toothy smile back at you.

“How can you make something so awful still sound good?” You question him.

“Practice I guess,” he shrugs, “having a large arsenal of songs to pull from and into these fingers.” He wiggles his fingers skillfully.

“I can’t even imagine being able to do that,” you state. You have never been the most musically inclined except playing the clarinet a few years in primary school.  

“Here, let me show you,” John smiles sweetly as he shifts his bass over from his lap to yours, resting it on your small knee.

John slides over on the bench to get closer to you, his shoulder resting slightly behind yours as he grabs your hand and brings it up to the neck of the bass. You glance at him from the corner of your eye, he looks so focused as he moves your fingers delicately between the frets.

Your cheeks grow slightly warm from the closeness. You don’t understand why you’re blushing, Deaky has been your friend for a while, just as you were with the rest of the band. Even if you always admired his playing and how he drew your eyes whenever on stage from his dancing.

“Now strum that string,” he quietly speaks to you, turning his head towards yours and removing his left hand from your fingers, which are struggling to stay put on the neck of the bass.

You follow his instruction and the sound that comes from the instrument is completely wrong. Causing you both to laugh. “I guess I’m not coming for your band spot any time soon,” you glace at his beaming smile from your musical failure, making you blush again and look down at your hand which was struggling to hold its position.

“Deaky, I think my hands are way too small for this,” you say, completely giving up.

John moves his hand back up towards yours, but instead of moving them to a position he places his fingers over yours. “I think you have cute hands,” he speaks, his voice getting quieter as the sentence goes on.

Your hands instantly grow cold and clammy, common when you get nervous. You pull your hand away from under his, hoping he didn’t feel how sweaty you got. The bass tips onto his lap as you scoot away.

John glances at you awkwardly, stuttering out “oh, uh sorry. I didn’t mean… like that.” He pulls the bass away from you and places it onto the stand on the floor next to him. He grew very uncomfortable, fiddling with his fingers and cracking them as he did when he was nervous. You’ve only seen him do this when performing a large venue, important interviews, and before blind dates he’s been set up for by Freddie.

You think about the late night talks you have had with him in his car, how you’ve told each other secrets about your lives that no one else knows. Or when on stage, you notice him search for you in the crowd to see you giggle at his dorky dance moves.

“Are you sure you didn’t mean it like that Deaks?” You scoot to straddle the bench, throwing one leg over it so you can face John, sliding closer so your knees touch him.

John smirks and squeezes his hands, “Okay, maybe I meant it like that.”

You stay silent, looking at him with a small smile on your face. He looked so vulnerable in this moment, glancing at you to say something to what he said. His face was flush and his hands white from squeezing them too tight. You have never seen him look so cute.

“Deaky, why do you think I ask you to give me a ride home? It’s not because you’re a good driver,” you finally say, knowing he’s suffered enough through your silence.

“Hey, I’m a great driver,” John states turning towards you, “but that’s not your point is it?”

You give a small laugh, lean in towards him and whisper, “I guess I should work on my flirting then, huh.” You place one hand on his chin to hold his head steady and press your lips against his cheek. You let them linger there for a second, taking in the warmth of his cheek suddenly flushed with warmth.

Pulling away you put your hand on his knee and squeeze it gently, “alright, let’s head out, I’m ready to go home.”

Standing up and heading towards the door, you grab your jacket from the coat rack. As you button it up you finally look back at John who is still sitting in the same spot looking at you like he never has before.

“Deaks?” You ask him, “Ready?”

“I’ll meet you at the car,” he speaks out softly.

You turn towards the door and bite your lip gently, this will be a fun car ride.

[nimaiwe]

Is it me or Eddie Munson looks like a love child of Joe Mazzello and Ben Hardy

[january-cinders]

Honestly, whats the point of even listening to Queen unless your music is so loud it sounds like they’re all beating you up with their instruments.

[galileostyles]

live footage of me loosing my actual mind last night

[michelle-is-writing]

Baby Sister, Joe Mazzello

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader where reader has given birth to their second daughter and Joe’s mom brings their daughter to the hospital and Joe and reader introduce their daughter to her new baby sister?

Word Count: 840~

The bright and early sun was what woke me up this morning, my eyes quickly adjusting to the light as it fell over Joe’s sleeping form in the hospital recliner. Soon after I woke up, a nurse entered our room with our newest addition to the family, Amelia, keeping quiet as she tried not to stir the sleeping baby in front of her, plus the grown man asleep in the corner. It was around feeding time, so she was probably hungry. Thankfully, she latched on without any issues, and soon after she began feeding, she fell back asleep once more.

Holding our brand new baby in my arms was exciting for me. It had been a few years since I gave birth to Lillian, so being able to hold someone so little was new to me again. As I held her, watching her little eyes twitch every so often, I found myself reminiscing on all the times Joe and I learned something as brand new parents. All of the moments I found myself surprised as I watched Joe never grow mad or agitated once with me or our baby. I had spent so many years of my childhood with my parents doing exactly that, and I hoped I would never be in a relationship like that. Instead, I met Joe, and instantly I knew he was different from the rest.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I hear a groggy voice beside me say, bringing me out of my thoughts. Turning my head toward Joe, I smile at his tired face just as he gets out of the chair and comes over to me and Amelia. Sitting on the edge of my hospital bed, Joe watches as Amelia sleeps against my chest, wrapped in a pink blanket and her tiny fist resting against my skin. His face only grows with happiness before he leans forward and gives me a gentle kiss. “To have pushed out a little human and still look as great as you, man,” Joe zones off, giving me an almost dopey smile. “I’m so lucky you love me.”

Before our sweet moment can continue, a gentle knock sounds against our hospital door, causing Joe to call out, “Come in.” Once the door opens, our three-year-old comes bounding into the room, face full of smiles and utter excitement. Behind her stands Joe’s mom, an almost tired look taking over her face as she watches her granddaughter run to my bed. However, Joe quickly catches our little girl in his arms before she can reach us, and instead, he carefully leans her down so she can get a better look at her new baby sister.

“Wow,” she draws out, her hazel eyes wide as can be. I thought maybe with Amelia, there would be a chance for one of the girls to have my eyes since Lillian’s were a complete match to Joe’s, but no. As soon as I saw Amelia open her eyes for the first time, I knew they were an exact match to Joe’s once again.

“She’s so pretty, mommy,” Lillian says in complete awe, completely entranced by her little sister. “You did a good job, mommy,” she further tells me, nodding enthusiastically. Her words make me laugh, all while Joe nods his head with her.

“She did, didn’t she?” He agrees with her, gently holding her a bit closer so she can get a better look. “You and your sister get all your looks from mommy, not daddy.”

���Oh hush,” I tell him, flashing him a grin as I shake my head. “Both the girls have your eyes, and there’s no denying that nose,” at my words, Joe looks between the girls as the smile on his face softens, seeing that my words are true. I don’t know how he hasn’t noticed that before.

“They’re simply beautiful,” Joe's mom speaks up, walking closer so she can see her brand new granddaughter. Her eyes glaze over with tears at the sight, looking between me and Joe before placing a hand on his shoulder. “You guys make such perfect babies,” she tells us, making my eyes glaze over with tears as well.

Leaning Lillian down to sit next to me on the hospital bed, Joe reminds her to be gentle, but she doesn’t need to be reminded. She won’t even move as soon her knees hit the mattress, and instead, she settles for gazing at her sister in awe once more. “Remember this moment,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss the wavy hair adorning her head. “Because when you two get older, you might not like each other.”

“I could never, mommy,” she promises, a smile remaining on her face.

“We’ll see when you’re teenagers,” Joe murmurs, giving me a smirk. Looking between him and the two girls, I can’t help but feel so content and happy with my situation. I’m so happy to have the love that I have from my family, and I love that the man I get to call mine loves me deeply too.

[harrisonbrows]

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where it’s their 9 month old baby daughter’s first Christmas and reader melts at the sight of Joe holding their daughter and showing her all of the presents she’s got and their daughter says dada and Joe and reader light up at how much of a daddy’s girl she is and reader thinks about how when she signed up to play an extra on Bohemian Rhapsody that she never thought she would end up falling in love on set?

of course!

FIRST CHRISTMAS

pairings: Joe Mazzello x Fem!reader summary: ^^^ warnings: None note: y/d/n stands for your daughters name

"oh and look at this!" you heard your husband say downstairs.

you walked downstairs and caught Joe holding your little daughter while showing her the christmas gifts she had gotten

she giggled and took it off him, throwing it on the floor

"no, no. don't throw it, play with it" Joe picked up the care bear and put in front of your daughter and waving it around

"well good morning" you yawned.

Joe looked up and you and smiled like an idiot, your daughter looked over and laughed

"good morning, darling" Joe greeted

"Merry christmas" you walked up the them, sitting on the couch, leaning down to kiss Joe who was situated on the floor, next to the lit up tree.

"how long have you been up?" you asked him and they looked like they have been there a while

"i took her down here about thirty minutes ago, I wanted her to see her presents" he shrugged

"and you couldn't wait for me?"

"not really no, you looked to cute to wake up" you looked back down and your daughter and made a silly face at Y/D/N before looking back up at you

"you should've just woken me up" you stated, looking down at your little baby, you've always noticed how much she looks like Joe. a spitting image of him, but she looked too much like him right now and it made your heart swell.

"I'm sorry, I was just too excited" he confessed, holding your daughter against his chest

you let out a breathy chuckle and closed your eyes.

"dada" Y/D/N whined, pointing at more presents under the tree

Joe pulled her away from his chest and looked at her, his mouth was agape and he looked like he was about to cry

"darling, did you hear that?" Joe asked you

you shuffled closer to them and smiled at him even though he was focused on your baby

"I did joe, I heard it clear as day"

you rubbed joe's arms from behind and rested your chin on shoulder, looking down at your little daughter, smiling at her gratefully

"I told you she was a dada's girl" he whispered to you, finally looking away from her.

"I never doubted it"

"I love you" he said kissing you softly

"I love you too" you smiled at him sweetly

"what did you want, sweetie?" Joe asked your daughter

you thought back to when you were an extra on Bohemian Rhapsody and how you two met and what would've happened if you didn't.

--

you were sitting down on your phone, waiting with other extras to be called on to go on in the scene, you were focused

"hey, you" you looked up and noticed the director standing front of me

"yes?" you smiled politely.

"I need you to go get joe, he's on in 5" he said.

"alright" you stood up and went out to the trailers, looking at the doors for him name written on it.

Rami, Ben, Joe.

you go up to the door and knock three times and waiting for a response

"come in" he replied through the door

he probably thought it was ben.

I opened the door slowly and peeked in, seeing him in his little couch on his phone

"the director wants you to know that you're on in 5" you stated as you entered his view

he didn't respond to you though, you though he was being rude and just ignoring you but the look on his face made you feel otherwise.

his mouth was slightly open and his eyes were relaxed, he looked sort of dazed and off in the clouds, it didn't make you uncomfortable per se, you just felt weak under his gaze.

"excuse me?" you forced yourself to say to snap him out of his daydream

"oh, right ok. just wait there" he said as he saw you were about to leave.

he put his phone away and got up. walking towards you

"who are you, exactly?" he questioned as you waked down the steps with him behind you

"I'm an extra" you responded

"no I meant your name" he chuckled

"oh um, Y/n"

"I'm joe" he smiled warmly

"I know" you took a deep breath

"do you now?" he responded in amusement

"well yeah, I feel like I have to" you smiled sheepishly

"you have a really pretty smile" he told you, looking down at your lips to your eyes.

"oh" you let out an embarrassed laugh as you looked down, tucking a piece of your curled hair behind your ear

"thanks"

"I'm sorry, just the way you're sweet, cute and beautiful at the same time is beyond me"

"oh my god" you muttered to yourself, you felt your cheeks turn warm and your stomach did flips.

"ok so wait other than taking my breath away what do you do for a living?" he smirked playfully. you turned you head away and covered your face with your hands.

"never heard that one before" you laughed, still looking anywhere but at him

"get used to it" he said

--

"this is the best christmas" Joe sighed happily

[magickcandie]

Joe!John Deacon Masterlist

One (Request)

Two (Request)

[samxslaughter]

*not my image, found on facebook*

Was just too perfect not to share.

[queenattheopera]

Opening Number, Part 6

Prompt: This is the story of the band that skyrocketed beside Queen and how their singer was fated to be with one of them.

Warning: Cussing 

If you want to catch up with previous parts they’re linked on my Masterlist in my bio

I open the door quickly with my eyes squeezed shut. "Hello." I take a peek and stare at the man before me. I blush a little embarrassed at my actions. "Um, hi..."

"I'm sorry to ask this, do I know you?" The stranger looks at me and smiles, "No, but I wouldn't mind getting to know you." He winks, and I chuckle awkwardly. I take in his figure; but before I could observe him a bit more, I notice he's holding a couple of bags. He realizes I am staring and extends the bags toward me.

"Oh, right I almost forgot what I was here for, here's your food. The food is $28." What.? I was surprised and shocked. It wasn't until I heard the rushed footsteps coming from my bedroom that I realized the man standing before me wasn't my date. Not only that but I stood before him with a puzzled and speechless expression.

"Oh shit my bad... Here you go, keep the change!" Noah pays the man and slams the door closed. I'm embarrassed for mistaking the delivery guy as my date. I feel my face heat up, but I still can't bring myself to move. What felt like years of silence ended when Freddie spoke. "Oh dear, I think we broke her. Sweetie, come here." Freddie wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me to my dining room.

Everyone followed us and sat around me. Darling, are you okay?" I look up at Freddie, "Yeah, I mean yes. I'm fine. I honestly don't know what happened. I was just anxious to find out who was at the door that I-" "You don't need to explain yourself, its cool dude." I look at Noah and smile. I'm a little relieved that they seemed to drop the subject. No more than a second later Noah starts to eat. Em squeezed my shoulder then looked at the food. "NOAH THAT'S MINE YOU FATASS!" I watched her take her food and settle down in the chair on my right. Soon everyone was sitting and eating.

Charlie told a joke that left the entire table laughing uncontrollably. I smiled at the scene before me, but I couldn't help check the time. 9:30. Freddie was the only one who noticed and he grabbed my hand under the table. He gave me a reassuring squeeze without gaining attention from the others.

I look at Freddie laugh. The others disappear and at that moment, it's just him and I. He looks at me and my eye wander toward his lips. I think about Freddie and me together. I haven't thought about him like this since he started dating Mary. I felt like I was looking for trouble, but he's worth it.

I couldn't think like this, my conscious was telling me to remain his friend. Just his friend. I pulled my hand away and excused myself. Ignoring the surprised stares coming from my friends I rush towards my safe space.

In my bedroom and pulled up the sheets. I hid under them and tried to bury my feelings. Everything felt heavy on my mind and heart. I didn't want to deal with anything at the moment. I look at my alarm clock and watch the minutes tick by. Each minute hurting more than the last. Around 10:00 I heard the others move around my flat. At 10:09 I heard the front door open and close. The at 10:15 it opened and closed again. I heard two people mumbling down the hall but the dealing sound of the clock drowned them out. At 10:21 I started to feel tears run down my cheeks. I bit my lip to stop myself from sobbing. Someone else left at 10:36. I heard the last person walk toward my room. "I think it's time we opened your gifts don't you think." Noah put the gifts on the nightstand and looked over the where my head was peeking out from the covers. He saw my tear-stained face motioned for me to scoot over. When I moved he sat down near my head and patted his lap. I placed my head there and he grabbed the first of 5 gifts. This one was wrapped in a newspaper, "It's um the day of our first performance ever! Can you believe it? I know you're a big softie and like to remember this kind of stuff so I thought you'd like the paper." He rotates the gift so I could get a better look at the paper. "So this one is from me, obviously, and Brian. Now let's see what it is." Noah carefully unwraps the newspaper and pulls out a photo album. He opens it and shows me one of the first few times our band had spent time with Smile. Then we see one of our performances. More tears fall from eyes but these were tears of happiness. "It was pretty hard getting these from Brian. He was pretty attached to them, but when I told him that you asked for them he put them in this album and dated them. So technically he did all the hard work, but I wrapped it! So it's from both of us." He looked at me and laid the gift down next to me. He grasped the next one, this one was is a bag. "Close your eyes," he looked at me and waited. I sighed and sighed and did as I was told. I heard the crumbling of the bag before Noah told me to open my eyes. He was holding out the most beautiful fur coat I've ever seen. "Freddie and I got it after your last coat was stolen at a gig. I talked to him and I um kinda told him you were too broke to buy one yourself and too proud to ask for one." I laughed and Noah laid the coat over me. The next gift was a small unwrapped box. I shifted my weight onto my elbow and he handed me the box so I could open it myself. When I did I was met with a beautiful necklace. "This looks just like Roger's.." He nods in response, "It's because it is." My jaw dropped. "How? I've never even seen him take it off!" Noah laughs at my response "Well a couple days ago I asked him where he got it. He asked me why and I told him that you really liked it and wanted a similar one." As he kept talking he took the necklace out of the box and latched it around my neck. "Instead of telling me where, he just gave me the necklace and said that you could have it. Ohhh but he also said next time just ask him directly." I grabbed the pendant and smiled. This gift was in a small bag. Noah pulled out a guitar pick. I looked at him for the story of the gift. "This one I didn't have to ask for. John asked me to give this to you. He said he made it after you two wrote that song together. He even had it engraved with the name of the song." I analyzed the small guitar pick and read the title. I also saw a small hole in one of the corners, my guess is that it's meant to be a necklace charm. I'll have to add it to the one Roger game me later. The last gift was shaped oddly and I couldn't guess what it was. "Now this one is from the band but mostly me. I um, I remember when we first started hanging out, you told me that you used to perform on the ukulele for your parents. So I thought I could bring back those memories with them with this." He pulled out a ukelele, the same one I told him I had. When I looked at him I could've sworn I saw him blush. "So I uh got the others to help me buy it by telling them that you wanted to play at some shows and they thought it would be pretty cool! So umm yeah.." I sat up and he held out the gift. Instead, I leaned forward and pulled him into a hug. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around me. Looking up at him I thanked him. "You didn't have to do all of this, but you did it anyway.. thank you so much. This is the best birthday I've had in a long time." He looks at me before pulling away. "Of course that's what friends do. I better get going-" he starts to walk away but I interrupt before he could leave my room. "No! Umm please stay, I don't want to be alone right now. What if we go watch a movie in the living room?" Noah nods, "um yeah okay, I'll go put a movie on, you should change into something comfy." I look at my date outfit and internally wince at the memory. I sigh as he leaves the room. I get into my PJs and spend the rest of the night with my best friend. It wasn't too far into the movie that I fell asleep in a blanket fort with thoughts of my mysterious missing date.

A/N: so I decided to take a moment with Noah,, I mean idk. I thought it was sweet. If y'all wanna see more with him let me know... if not then still let me know... More romance to come!!

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