#john deacon drabbles

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Survivor - Zombie Apocalypse Au

Yandere! Survivor who's at ground zero when the infected start attacking. Who watches the world turn to chaos in the blink of an eye.

Yandere! Survivor who's willing to face off against hordes of infected because he wants to live. Even if the grisly horror of it turns his stomach.

Yandere! Survivor who knows there isn't hope for anything. The army is scattered and helpless. The cities are overrun. The people don't have a chance in hell.

Yandere! Survivor who knows but fights anyway.

Yandere! Survivor who saves you from a whole pack of infected. Who can't belive his eyes when he sees you. The city is overrun with freaks and you're still wearing a pretty little sundress, not a single weapon in sight.

Yandere! Survivor who stands frozen when you hug him. Who can feel the way you're trembling, your fingers knotted into his shirt. Who finds his voice and promises to keep you safe. Somehow.

Yandere! Survivor who fights tooth and nail to get you out of the city. Who scavenges guns and ammo off dead soldiers and tries not to look into their milky, rotting eyes.

Yandere! Survivor who finally has someone to look out for and it makes the loneliness much more bearable.

Yandere! Survivor who gets stronger each day. Who can feel his muscles literally straining against his shirt.

Yandere! Survivor who tries to teach you self defence and fails miserably, because every time he has you pinned under him he can't help but get turned on.

Yandere! Survivor who inspects the hem of your sundress and let's his knuckles brush against your thighs. Who scoffs and tells you its way too flimsy to keep you safe, that a zombie could bite straight through it.

"Hell, I could rip it off without even trying."

Yandere! Survivor who loves how helpless and scared you are. Who feels a rush of pride every time a zombie shrieks and you immediately grab onto him.

Yandere! Survivor who quickly learns to trade with other survivors but to never let his guard down.

Yandere! Survivor who notices the way men stare at you. Like they're dying for a taste of you even worse than the zombies are. Who notices the way people talk about you like you belong to him.

'Your girl.'

Like you're his property or something.

Yandere! Survivor who feels a rush of pride every time it happens. And soon he starts thinking that way too. You're his responsibility therefore you are his.

Yandere! Survivor who never settles down or allies himself with other people. He doesn't trust them. But more than that, he doesn't trust them around you.

Yandere! Survivor who finds it easier and easier to kill the infected. And from there, it's just a small step to start killing the living.

Yandere! Survivor who slits the throats of an entire trading party because he heard them talking about you. In the morning, he tells you they just left early and that it's nothing to worry about.

Yandere! Survivor who doesn't let your disappointment linger when you have to leave camp and move on. Who constantly reminds you he's doing what's best for you.

Yandere! Survivor who insists on being with you when you bath in the rivers and lakes that dot the countryside. He'll keep his back turned for most of it, but inevitably he'll find an excuse to turn around and watch you. Your clothes always cling to you afterwards and he's throat always goes dry when they do.

Yandere! Survivor who takes any chance he can to share a bunk or sleeping bag with you. Who tosses his arm around your waist and tells you it's just to conserve heat.

Yandere! Survivor who knows there isn't a future for the world, but he'll be damned if he can't see one with you.

[freddie-mercury-rising]

"How long can you stand the heat?"

for @queengenweek

for the prompts: Police encounter and Getting lost in a strange city

[eileen-crys]

what about some johnica hurt/comfort after the tribute concert or when john retired?

This is such a good prompt, thank you! 🥺💕 I chose John's last appearance with Elton John and the Bejart ballet in Paris, which was also one day before their wedding anniversary in '97, so here it is a little drabble. It came out a bit introspective but I hope you'll like it anyway! Mind that as usual this is all completely fictional! ✌🏻

Veronica knew it was coming. Everyone knew, it was only a matter of time, and John had only been delaying it.

"Would you come with me in Paris for the show?" He asked quietly a month before, right after he ended his call to confirm that he was indeed going to play once more with Brian and Roger. And Elton, too. Veronica gave him a knowing glance, aware that he was asking only because he already booked the hotel for both, and nodded. "We... we can celebrate our anniversary in Paris, sounds nice doesn't it?" He grumbled.

"It sounds great, love. I'll join you, don't worry." She winded her arms around him, feeling his shoulders relaxing a bit. He still needed her, after all, and she knew.

And now, after the show ended, John stormed out the dressing room and winded his arms around her shoulders, engulfing her in the tightest hug.

His face throughout the rehearsals and the show was a clear mirror of his soul, not even the cigarette's smoke could cover it with its fog. He tried and tried and tried again, but Freddie's absence was still too much to handle in these public occasions where he was everywhere and nowhere to be seen at the same time. Too painful, too powerful, even after six years, no matter how much Roger and Brian tried to involve John.

Veronica was aware that this one was going to be the last post-show hug they shared, the last time she'd hold her husband like this, sweaty and trembling for the adrenaline, his fingers burning from the bass' strings, and his heart racing after performing on the stage. Sad, really, that this had became a painful outcome rather than the excited result of a thrilling show.

"Did you tell the others?" Ronnie asked, and John simply nodded against her neck.

"We can go, then."

A couple of people from the staff reached out to help John, but he simply slid in the car with his wife and she ordered the driver to bring them to their hotel, without any bass and wearing the jacket directly on the sweaty suit. He didn't speak a word, closed in the silence of another cigarette, and Veronica looked at his darkened eyes which lately -at home- were more often replaced by light and smiles for the children. He did quit for good this time, and she saw how it hurt, but how it was also a necessary, inevitable move.

At the hotel, Ronnie dragged him in the bathroom, helping him undress until they stood embraced in the shower, letting the flowing water wash away the guilt and sadness. Tomorrow they'd celebrate their wedding anniversary in a beautiful restaurant in Paris just the two of them, and then back again to their home in London, to live like a normal, big family.

Veronica hugged John tightly, warm drops and salty tears sliding between them, and felt his heart beating. Up above, John kissed her forehead. He was free.

Thank you so much for the prompt! 🥺💕💕💕 I received another lovely one but that'll take a bit more and I want to post it on ao3 so be patient 🥰

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last updated 11/18/24

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prove it ✮

david 'deacon' kay

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Angst

Fluff

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What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Real person fic

Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Alexei Shostakov, Peter Parker, Victor Creed, Deacon Frost, Peter Quinn, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Nathan Summers, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady, Otto Octavius

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Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronan Dex, Carson Beckett

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[carrrothead-vol2]

I posted 1,461 times in 2022

That's 1,088 more posts than 2021!

26 posts created (2%)

1,435 posts reblogged (98%)

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I tagged 1,460 of my posts in 2022

#queen - 975 posts

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#freddie mercury - 293 posts

#fanart - 225 posts

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#john deacon - 161 posts

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#queen in japan - 50 posts

#taehyung - 45 posts

Longest Tag: 126 characters

#i love how they basically say you don't need the college degree to enjoy queen but it would greatly benefit your undrestanding

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Freddie, Brian, and a cat. Japan, 1976

You can read the drabble here 🤍❤💗

52 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

#4

My little contribution for the Fem!Queen Week 2022 😊 Day 1 promt: nuns (with the side of a haunted house😅)

Nuns are Sister Frederica (vocals, pipe organ), Sister Brianne (violin), Sister Joan (cello), and Sister Rogerina (waterphone, howling).

Thanks @femqueenweek for organizing!💕

52 notes - Posted June 17, 2022

#3

“My name is John Richard Deacon, I was born on August 19th 1951″

63 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

#2

May Queen Brianna May 💐🌼🌺

For @femqueenweek Day 3: hair (continuing with vague horror themes😅). 

Thanks for organizing, it’s been great picking up drawing again💕!

67 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

My contribution for Freddie Mercury Weekend 2022 @a-froger-epic​! I hope it fits with the theme of weekend😊

Day 1 promt: petals🌸🌸🌸. Enjoy some fanart I made to accompany my little drabble~

Read at https://archiveofourown.org/works/39262122/chapters/98244318

69 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

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footballers

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-incest

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that’s it bye for now!

[letmeletmetrashyourlove]

Duo (Pt. 1)

(Gif credit: borhapmovie) 

Author’s Note: I’ve been sitting on this guy for a while trying to figure out where I want to take the story and I think I have it figured out! Part 1 of ??? 5 maybe???? 

Summary: Y/N’s a single mother of twins who lives in a two bedroom apartment across the hall from a Uni student who seems more than willing to help. 

                                                           ***

          “Mumma?”

I awoke to my shoulder being gently shaken by my son Leo. He stood at the side of the bed, stuffed dinosaur clutched in one hand, the other rested on his belly.

          “Yes, sweet boy?” I asked, rolling over to face him. It wasn’t unusual for him to come in in the middle of the night, though he usually tiptoed up as not to wake me before snuggling himself under the covers beside me.

          “I frew up.” He murmured, shuffling his feet with his eyes trained on the floor.

          “You threw up?” I yawned, sitting up slowly and rubbing my eyes. They landed on the clock, telling me it was well past 2am. The rhythm of rain on the roof was doing little to coax me out of sleep.

          “Uh huh.”

          “Does your tummy hurt?” I asked, forcing myself to sit up so I wouldn’t fall back to sleep while Leo was still trying to talk to me. I threw my legs over the side of the bed, my socked feet hitting the floor with a soft thud.

          “Uh huh.” He let out a slight hiccup before wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his pjs.

I reached out for him, pulling him to stand between my legs and wrapping my arms around him. I pressed a kiss to the top of his head,

          “Okay, buddy, where’s the mess?” I asked against his hair.

He took my hand and led me into his bedroom, pointing to the puke. It was all over his pillowcase, but luckily the rest of the bed and the floor seemed to be clean. Amelia was asleep in her own bed on the other side of the room with Princess Marshmallow curled up at her feet, purring soundly.

          “How about you go climb in my bed while I clean this up, yeah?” I whispered, sweeping his hair from his face. He was overdue for a haircut but he insisted that he liked it long since it made him look even more like his sister.

          “Okay.” He replied, leaving me to clean up the mess. Going by only the light from Leo’s star nightlight, I cautiously peeled the pillowcase from the pillow. I opted to toss it into the trash rather than try to clean it off in the middle of the night, especially with no washing machine in the apartment.

That’s when I heard a belch from across the hall followed by coughing. I let out a sigh as I wandered into the to see the bathroom light on. Luckily, Leo had managed to make it to the toilet this time. He was hunched over it, his chest heaving,

          “Oh, baby.” I pouted, kneeling down beside him.

Now that he was in the light, I could see how pale his face was. I moved to once again sweep his hair from his face, grabbing one of Amelia’s clips off the bathroom counter to pin it back so he wouldn’t make a mess of it.

          “Leo?” Amelia called from the bedroom, “Where’d you go?”

The pitter patter of feet on the hardwood was followed by her peeking her head into the bathroom. She squinted against the light, her hair knotted and standing on end from rolling around in bed.

          “Uh oh.” She said, plugging her nose as she watched Leo gag over the toilet, “Leo has the upset tummy buggies, doesn’t he?”

          “Yeah, sweetheart, go back to bed, I’ve got him,” I told her, shooing her away. The last thing I needed was for the both of them to be sick. Although, if he had it, she had probably already been exposed to whatever bug was causing it.

She stood in the doorway, hands on her hips and chin up,

          “I wanna help!” She declared, brows tightly knit together.

There was no point in telling her no. It was only going to end in a tantrum which is not what Leo needed while he was feeling so poorly. I let out a sigh, rubbing gentle circles on Leo’s back as he eased back from the toilet to sit on his knees.

          “Alright, how about you get him a glass of water, yeah?”

Amelia spun around and padded into the kitchen. She returned a few moments later with a sippy cup full of water.  

          “Here, bub.” She said, handing it to her brother. He offered her a weak appreciative smile before bringing it to his lips. He took a sip from it before immediately throwing up again. The rumbling of his stomach started to drown out the bathroom exhaust fan.

          “How’d he get sick, Mumma?” Amelia asked, sitting on the floor beside me. I brought a hand up to her hair to help work out some of the tangles.

          “I don’t know, baby. Maybe somebody at school was sick too.”

          “You know, sometimes Princess Marshmallow throws up, do you think that’s how he got sick?” She asked, tilting her head at me.

          “Princess Marshmallow throws up because he eats his own hair, not because of a stomach bug,” I explained, trying not to laugh at her question.

She pondered the thought for a moment. She was about to open her mouth to speak again when I interrupted.

          “Amelia, can you get me a wet washcloth?” I asked.

She nodded, her brown hair tumbling in front of her face as she scurried over to the linen closet and grabbed a cloth before stepping up on her little pink step stool to reach the sink. She got the washcloth wet, wringing out the excess water before passing it over to me. I used it to wipe the sweat from Leo’s face before swiping it across his mouth.  

          “Melia.” Leo began, “You’re gonna be sleepy if you don’t go to bed.”

          “Your brother is right. Go to bed, Snap Pea.”

Before they were born, I always called them my peas. Two peas in a pod. When they were born though, it was clear that one was my sweet pea, Leo. Cautious and affectionate. But Amelia was my snap pea. Firey and sassy. Her exhaustion seemed to override her attitude though. She burst out in a yawn before shuffling back to bed.

          “You need anything else, buddy?” I asked Leo, running my finger down his cheek.

          “No. Can you just sit with me?” He whimpered, his tired, watery eyes meeting mine.

          “Of course, baby,” I replied, settling into a more comfortable position on the floor. Leo followed suit, settling himself on my lap, head rested against my chest.

                                                            ***

          “Mumma!” Amelia prodded at my arm, making me wake with a start.

I had fallen asleep sitting on the bathroom floor, my head rested on my arms which were sat on the edge of the tub. Leo was asleep with his head in my lap. At some point during the night, he had peeled off his shirt and it now sat atop a pile of soiled washcloths.

          “What time is it, baby?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

She padded into the other room, letting out a long ‘ummm’ as she stared at the clock.

          “The big hand is on five and the little hand is on seven.” She said.

7:25. The girl couldn’t have slept in for once in her life?

          “I’m hungry,” Amelia said, rubbing her belly and poking out her bottom lip.

          “Okay.” I yawned, reaching down for Leo’s face. The moment my hand touched his skin, it sent a jolt through me. Heat was radiating off of him and he was still covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I let out a sigh, realizing I would have to get to the pharmacy for some medicine. He woke from the sensation of my cold hand against his face. He sat up abruptly, once again throwing up into the toilet. He gave me a heartbroken look as he curled up on the floor again, head rested on his stuffed dinosaur.

          “I’ll get you some medicine today, okay?” I reassured, rubbing his side gently, “Do you need anything right now?”

He shook his head,  eyes fluttering shut once more as I got up off the floor and took Amelia’s hand.

I made her some toast and scrambled eggs, getting her situated at the table before I stepped out into the hall to check the mailbox for the child support check that was supposed to have arrived two days earlier. When it wasn’t anywhere to be found, I let out a groan.

          “You alright?” A male voice asked.

I turned to see the neighbor from across the hall checking his mail as well. John was an acquaintance, I had him feed Princess Marshmallow and check the mail for me over the summer.

          “Yeah. I just… expecting a check… isn’t here yet.” I replied, flitting through the few pieces of junk mail that were there instead.

          “I uh... heard a lot of coughing and… barfing… last night.” He commented, pulling his own mail from the box and looking through it.

          “You eavesdropping?” It was meant to be a playful quip, but due to exhaustion, it came out as a snap. I shook my head, a silent acknowledgment of my harsh tone, “That was Leo.”

          “Is he feeling any better?”

          “I think he’s fallen back to sleep now, finally.” I sighed, leaning against the wall.

          “You look exhausted.” He commented, looking me up and down.

          “I was up with him all night,” I said, running my hand over my hair that I had piled on top of my head in an attempt to keep it out of my face.

          “I uh… If you ever need any help with an-”

          “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of my own children.” I barked, crossing my arms over my chest. As a single mom of twins, everybody seemed to have a different opinion on how I should be taking care of my children. Over the years, my patience for patronizing had fizzled out, putting me on the defense. Especially towards people who didn’t have children themselves.

          “I didn’t say you weren’t!” He threw his hands up in surrender as he took a few steps back.

          “I-” I sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.” I stammered, looking to my feet. They were clad in mismatched socks with holes in the toes, which somehow seemed like the perfect metaphor for how I felt.

          “It’s alright,” John replied.

I don’t know why, but the sudden urge to vent to him overcame me. Perhaps it was his charming, inviting smile. How soft he looked in his plaid PJs. Or maybe it was that my verbal filter didn’t work on fewer than 5 hours of sleep.

          “Sorry… I just...I have to go get Leo some medicine but I can’t take him with me, he’s still waking up to puke every fifteen minutes.”

          “I could stay and watch him for you while you go.” He offered. When the words flew from his mouth, he immediately seemed to know it was an inappropriate thing to offer. Sure, we’d been neighbors for a couple of years, but that certainly didn’t make him trustworthy enough to watch my kids for me while I was away. I let out a scoff and shook my head.

          “What? I took care of Princess Marshmallow.”

          “Well, a cat is quite different than children.”

          “Can’t be that different.”

I knew he was joking, and in any other situation I would’ve laughed but I was far too tired and worried about Leo. Instead, I shot him a glare.

          “Alright, how about I go pick up the medicine for you then?” He offered, “Just tell me what to get.”

I stared at him for a moment. He still wore a soft smile on his lips, his hair a little knotty from sleep. He seemed innocent enough, and he hadn’t stolen anything or catnapped Princess Marshmallow when he watched the apartment. Besides, what was he gonna do? Steal the few pounds I gave him and never come back to his own apartment? I nodded at him, making his smile grow. His gaze fell behind me just as I felt a hand tugging on the back of my sweater.

          “Mumma?” A small voice called from behind me.

Leo crept up behind me, hiding behind my leg as he stared up at John with eyes as wide as saucers. He was the shyer of the twins, evident by the way he tucked himself behind me at the sight of John standing in the hallway. He was still topless, his hair still in clumps, tacked to his forehead with sweat.

          “Hey, baby, what’re you doing up?”

          “I frew up again.” He whispered, “Who is that?”

          “This is Mr. Deacon, he’s gonna help me by going to get some medicine for you,” I said, resting my hand on the back of his head as he hugged my leg, head resting on the back of my thigh.

          “Mr. Deacon?” He whispered, eyeing John up and down a few times before gripping onto the back of my sweatpants.

          “Yeah. Remember when we went to spend the weekend with grandma over the summer?”

He nodded,

          “Mr. Deacon took care of Princess Marshmallow while we were gone.”

Leo nodded once more, remaining behind my leg as he studied the man in front of him.

          “He’s gonna get medicine?”

          “Uh huh,” I replied.

          “Is he a doctor?”

          “No, baby. He’s a…” I trailed off, realizing I didn’t know what he did for work. All I knew was that he played bass. I could faintly hear him strumming sometimes, found it quite soothing, actually.

          “Electrical engineer,” John answered for me.

          “What’s that?” Leo asked, his grip on my pants loosening.

          “Uh, well. It’s all kinds of stuff.” John said, squatting down so he was level with Leo.

His gaze flitted up to meet mine as if he wanted my approval to talk with Leo. I gave him a nod to continue.

          “What kind of stuff?” Leo questioned, tilting his head slightly.

          “Uh.” He paused a moment, likely pondering the best way to describe what he did in a way a five-year-old could understand, “Fixing broken things, making new things that have to do with electricity.”

          “Electricity?” Leo stepped out from behind me and instead stood beside me, but he kept one arm wrapped around my leg, anchoring himself to me. The heat from his body was seeping through my sweatpants, making me grow even more concerned.

          “Yeah. Uh. Stuff like lights,” He pointed up to the ceiling. Leo’s gaze followed his gesture before landing back on him again,  “And your TV and the radio.”

          “Oh. You fix that stuff?”

          “Yeah.”

          “Mumma! Maybe he can fix our TV!”

          “Yeah, I could probably fix your TV,” John replied.

          “Oh, no. No. I wouldn’t want to be any more trouble.”

          “No trouble at all. I promise.” He smiled at me.

I found myself staring at him for a moment too long. He had a tenderness about him, not necessarily conventionally attractive, but the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made him radiant. He raised an eyebrow at me, snapping me back to reality. I shook my head in an attempt to regain my composure.  

          “Let me go inside, I’ll give you some cash for the medicine,” I said as I turned into the doorway.

          “There’s no need, I’ll get it.” He offered.

          “No, John, I insist.”

He opened his mouth to protest but quickly closed it when I shot him a stern glare.

          “Well, if you insist.”

I ushered Leo back into the apartment and got him settled on the couch before I grabbed my purse, pulling out a few bills. I jotted the name of the medicine down on a scrap of paper before meeting John in the doorway again.

          “Sorry about that uh… interrogation.” I smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I handed him the bills, “Four-year-olds are too curious for their own good.”

          “Don’t worry about it. He’s a sweet kid. I’ll be back in a few.”

I waited until he disappeared around the corner before entering the apartment again. Amelia had finished her breakfast and was sitting on the couch beside Leo who seemed to have come down from his sudden energy boost and was back to wallowing on the couch. Amelia had her hand on his forehead like she had seen me do many times before when they were sick. She threw me a worried glance over her shoulder as I wandered up behind her. I gave her a half-hearted smile.

          “John will be back with some medicine soon, bub.”

Amelia settled herself on the floor in front of the couch with some crayons. She and Leo were chatting when Leo suddenly sprang off the couch and sprinted towards the bathroom.

                                                            ***

A knock on the door pulled me away from my position on the floor of the bathroom beside Leo. I peered through the peephole to see John standing on the other side, a paper bag in hand.

          “You decided not to rob me, then?” I teased as I opened the door.

He grinned and shook his head, reaching into the bag.

          “Medicine, your change, and a candy bar for mum.” He smiled, handing them all over.

It wasn’t until he handed me the candy bar that I realized how hungry I was. I mouthed a thank you to him as I counted the cash,

          “Change? This is all the cash I gave you.”

          “Told you I’d get it.” He replied.

          “Really, just take it.” I insisted, shoving it in his face.

He shook his head, taking a step back.

          “Quit being so damn stubborn and take the money.” I ordered, folding it in half and tucking into the front pocket of his shirt, “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

          “Any time.”

He offered me another crinkly-eyed smile as I closed the door. I felt an odd bubble in my stomach. At first, I thought I was starting to catch Leo’s stomach bug, but I quickly realized it was just butterflies. I hadn’t felt those since I was a teenager. Heat spread across my face as I went into the kitchen to get Leo a cup of water to take his medicine with.

          “Mumma!” Amelia squealed as I stepped away from the sink,  “The door gave us money!”

She ran up to me with the bills in her hand.

“Dammit, John,” I muttered under my breath, taking the cash and tucking it back into my purse.

[rhyewritersstudio]

Monday Drabble Challenge:

It’s a Hard Life Music Video

Freddie was excited to wear the “giant prawn” costume, but the others weren’t so keen to wear their own getups- as evidenced by their grimaces in the music video.

Brian seemed to like his custom-made skull-guitar, even though it was too small for him to actually play.

Roger wore his trainers, completely incongruous with the rest of his decadent costume, whether by mistake, or out of sheer protest.

John shot the camera several devastating glances as he held his unicorn head, decked out in silver from head to toe.

There are many stories about this famed music video shoot that we know, and plenty of fodder for fiction.

[painandpleasure86]

Congratulations on your new milestone!! You deserve it 1000 x

Can I ask: 💻 + Joger 👀❤️

Congratulations again

AMORE! 🥺❤️ Thanks for the kind words hun, you're a sweetie.

And well you gave me my fave ship dwtpfibdggdubwtpsidneqadiiwodjejwj 🥰 !!

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That was their special day. John didn't forget it. He woke up early and started to prepare a special breakfast for his boyfriend. He tried to be as silent as possible so Roger didn’t wake up earlier than expected. John knew that Roger would love to have a delish breakfast in bed, they talked a lot about to surprise to the other with a homemade breakfast and anniversary would be a nice opportunity to do it.

He took the special tray for bed and started to put the whole breakfast, among his own breakfast. John was hungry but he decided to wait to take his breakfast with Roger.

He opened the room’s door and entered to the room slowly, taking care to not throw anything to the floor. When he was near to the bed, he left the tray on the floor and opened the curtains. Roger started to awake, feeling uncomfortable for the sudden light presence. 

“What the fuck Deaky…” Roger said sleeply, covering his eyes with his right forearm.

“Happy anniversary, you jerk” John said, a bit dissatisfied. “Open your damn eyes”

Roger quitted his forearm over his eyes and took his glasses. When he saw John with his favorite breakfast, started to feel bad for his response. 

“Sorry John, I-”

“No biggie, you fool” he replied, smiling. “Now let’s eat our breakfast together before the coffee is lukewarm”.

John sit on the bed and started to enjoy the breakfast with him, on bed.

"I love you, John" Roger said suddenly. "I didn't deserve such a kind and romantic partner like you"

"Bollocks, I love you as you are". John added.

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Event closed.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

[ LISTEN ] : Deacon St. John attentively listens to receiver as they speak. ( i.e., eye contact, leaning forward, nodding etc. ) better if there's a kiss involved lol

A/n: I love my boy Deacon, he needs more love. Day's on is an amazing game.

Deacon St. John would always listen to you, it was something about your voice that would have him leaning in, his eyes locked on yours. He couldn't place what it was, was it your laugh? how your voice would change pitch whenever you got excited or how it would get some bite when someone would bad mouth him and Boozer. He was lucky to have you, even luckier that you even married him.

Deacon knew he wasn't the best choice around but you chose him out off all the guy's you worked with. He remembered how angry your voice turned when your family refused to come to the wedding, how broken you sounded when you told him. He knew how important your family was so he wouldn't be scared to call off the wedding for you.

He remembered you scoffing at the idea then you smiled at him, your hand grasping his. 'I love you Deacon, if my family can't except you...well that's their problem..besides...I have you and Boozer don't I?'

He loved hearing the soft whimpers that escaped your lips as he made love to you, staring in your eyes. The soft cries you made being silenced as he covered his lips with yours.

"Deacon?! Deacon are you listening to me?"

Snapping out of his day dream the man was suddenly brought back to reality. Right....everything was shit now. Turning his attention back to you the man would have laughed if he didn't want to get a smack to the face. Though it was hard not too, you were adorable. Your hands on your hips, lips in a pout as you did your best to glare at him.

"Ya...you mentioned something about you and Boozer finding some herbs?" he hoped that was right.

"AHh good." Smiling you walked over to your husband as your wrapped your arms around his neck. " You were paying attention after all."

Standing on your toes you nuzzled your nose against his. "I love you." Pressing your lips against his you felt the man wrap his arms around your waist lifting your feet off the ground.

But the thing he loved most about your voice was the fact that he got to hear it every morning in this fucked up world and that you were still by his side.

"I love you too y/n."

[anne-white-star]

John deacon x reader : Having a little bit of fun

Notes: john takes some dry and roasted peanuts in to the studio, while reader and john share them they get the brilant idea to pester brian and throw them in his hair while he records a guitar solo (based on a fact that John actuly enjoyed doing that)

Words : 623

Warnings : non

(Not my gif)

"Morning guys"

"Morning" came the reply

"So Hows it going figured out the tempo yet?" Y/n sat her bag down on a chair

"Not really, Brian i going on about an other guitar solo, and roger is bitching about that its to slow" said john while reading a magazine

Freddie walked in "where are bri and rog?"

"Fighting again"

"Seriously I thought we talked about this"

"We as you know they both can be pretty hot headed"

"True, but deaky Hows your bass rif?"

"i found a pretty good rif i think it would be perfect for this song"

"Nice, oh before i forget I need to go down to the shop do i need to brig anything for you guys?"

"Coffee and something to eat would be great"

"Alright Fred, what about you John?"

"Could you bring some dry and roasted peanuts perhaps i would love some"

"Sure i will get those for you, anything els?"

"No thats it thanks y/n"

About half an hour y/n came back with what they had requested "have the girls stoped fighting"

"Yeah they finaly did"

"Oh good, Brian roger i got coffee for you two"

"Thanks y/n I really need this after arguing with mr poodle over here"

"Hey its not my fault that its not working out as you want"

"Damn it you two stop arguing or i swear"

"Sorry y/n"

"Thats better now drink your coffee before its cold, oh and John here are your peanuts"

"Thank you" he grabed the bag out of her hand and sat down on the coutch

About half an hour later the boys were arguing again while John and y/n looked at them, Brian stood with his back to them struming his guitar "hey y/n want to try something?" He wispered

"Yeah sure tell me"

"Lets throw peanuts in Brian his hair"

Y/n grinned at him "alright lets do it, can i have a few?"

"Sure" he handed y/n some "Alright watch" john threw one and it landed perfectly in brian his hair

"Alright my turn" she also threw one and it landed in his hair as wel "yes"

"Wel done, lets do a chalenge to see who can throw the most"

"Alright Lets do that"

After an other 15 minuts of throwing peanuts at Brian y/n had won by 10 while John had only 7. It was time for an other break and freddie walked back in

"Hey Brian what do you have in your hair?" He walked up to him

"What do you mean Fred?"

"Wel there is something in your hair" he picked it out of his curly hair "its a peanut, and you have even more in there"

"Y/n, John!?" An oh shit came from the open door "when i get my hands on your two its the end"

"Hide!" Screamed y/n as they both ran for cover, Brian ran after y/n and tackeld her to the ground and then he starts to tickle her sides

"Surender and i won't kill you by death of tickles"

"Alright im sorry i surender please stop" she cried while laughing

"Alright good now help me get these things out of my hair"

"Alright hold stil" Brian sat infront of her and y/n softly picked the peanuts out of his hair

"Is the coast clear"

"Yes but it was your idea" she grinned

"Yeah sorry Brian, you guys kept fighting and arguing it was starting to get anoying"

"Its alright just don't do it again"

"I can't promice anything" she smiled

"Fine next time you are going to die by tickes"

"No please no"

"Then don't do it again"

"I promice"

"Good"

The end

I hope you guys like it Sorry if its bad

[freddie-mercury-rising]

hey!! here's a fic request :)) freddie and john waiting patiently for roger and brian to stop fighting over who drives the radio ga ga car!

“It’ll look daft, won’t it, with your fluffy hair in the front seat, blocking the view of the person behind you!” Roger shouted.

“Oh that is the largest load of bollocks I’ve heard in a long time,” Brian countered. “My hair?” He scoffed.

“Yes, yes, your damn hair will obscure my view if I sit behind you.”

John looked at Freddie and they exchanged exasperated glances.

“Look, I can sit behind him,” John offered. “I don’t mind at all.”

Roger spun around to glare at him. “No, John. That won’t solve anything.”

“You’re higher up in the back anyway, Rog,” Freddie said gently. “So technically his hair won’t be in the way at all.”

Roger’s mouth came open. “You traitor!” He hissed. “You both are traitorous bastards. I’m leaving!”

“Oh, shut up, you wanker. You can both sit in the fucking front. I don’t give a damn,” Freddie said, throwing his hands up.

“You can’t be in the back. You’re singing the song!” Brian responded, shaking his head. “That’s all wrong.”

“Then, I’ll drive it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Freddie. You can’t drive.”

“I beg your pardon, Brian. Who says I can’t drive? Besides, it’s not a real car, you great knob!”

Brian clicked his tongue and turned to point his finger in Roger’s face. “You know I am a better driver than you!”

Freddie and John looked at each other with wide eyes and equally alarmed expressions.

“Do what?” Roger growled through his teeth. “You’re saying you’re a better driver than me?”

John, attempting to help matters, interrupted. “He did write I’m in Love With My Car.”

“So that makes him a better driver: because he wants to make love with a piston?” Brian mocked. “I suppose writing ‘39 means I’m better at time-travel, too.”

Roger looked as thought he might deck Brian at any second.

“All right, lads. Time for a break,” Freddie said, clapping his hands together. “Someone call round for some food.”

Food was an excellent choice. After filling their bellies, the men were much more calm. Brian apologized for offending Roger’s song, and Roger accepted the apology, while offering his own sorry for offending Brian’s hair. Yet, they still could not agree on where to sit, even though they were much nicer to one another about it. Finally, it was Freddie who suggested flipping a coin. When Roger won, he didn’t gloat like they thought he would.  Not until they had settled into their positions did Brian make one last biting remark.

“You know, this works out better anyway, because you’re just so short.”

[eileen-crys]

Hello love. Some random prompts that you can ignore or just pick and choose whatever you fancy:-

John and Ronnie's first date (not their first meeting at the disco, but the first time he took her out just the two or them).

The first time Ronnie met John's Mum/sister in Oadby or the first time he met her family in Sheffield.

The first time they exchanged I Love You's.

Other band member's perspectives on the first time they all met Veronica for the first time.

The first time Veronica heard YMBF.

Lots of firsts basically!

Hiii thanks for sending these! Omg they're a lot, but I think either me or other writers tackled most of these prompts a bit already, so I chose only one to write about, I hope you don't mind 🥰💕 I chose John meeting Veronica's parents for the first time... as her boyfriend!

The wheels of the Silver Bullet stopped in front of the building, but John couldn't take his hands off the steering wheel. He was paralyzed and shot a nervous glance at his side, where Veronica sat looking at Sheffield out the window.

She felt John's terrified look on her and turned to meet his eyes, shivering.

"I'm nervous too, John, but it's going to be okay, don't worry." She gave him a tentative smile and John let out a deep sigh, finally leaving the car.

John and Veronica have been knowing each other for over a year, she even went in Cornwall with his band, and that time she really struggled to get the permission from her parents (only with the promise of behave well and don't do anything sinful, coming from both John and Veronica's own lips), but this time... well, now John wasn't only a friend, they were together.

Like, really together, very much in love with each other, which was the reason behind this visit. She told her parents about it on the phone, and they demanded to see John in person for the second time with a rather unpleasant tone.

"My hair's even longer this time, your father's really not going to like it even one bit." John whined, carrying their bags for the night up the stairs.

"I told them you're not a hippie, I'm..." Veronica let out a frustrated sigh. Her parents had complained about John's fashion style and being in a band, but they clung to the promise he was going to be a respectable engineer and had extremely good grades at university. But she was still quite worried about her parents' welcome.

Edmund and Catherine still lived in the same public housing in Sheffield where Veronica grew up in, a rather big apartment stuffed with children that now were all moved away or, in Veronica's case, studying in London, leaving the parents alone with a couple of extra rooms in case of need.

And as expected, they got welcomed by two pairs of stern, concerned and judgmental eyes.

-*-

"I'm sure you'll understand our concerns about our daughter, John, given you're a very intelligent boy." While Veronica's father silently stared at John, giving him the most awkward dinner of his life, her mom kept bombarding him with questions. Some of which she did actually already ask during the first time they met, but this time he was there as Veronica's boyfriend, and not just as a friend, and that carried a whole bag of implications.

"I do, ma'am." John replied with a nod, trying not to show how pressured he felt. After all, John was a master at keeping a poker face. "I'm... I might be in a music band and I like to keep my hair long but I can assure you I'm responsible and I deeply care about Ronn- Veronica." He corrected himself, biting his lip, and Ronnie gave an invisible, gentle rub on his thigh as she sat absolutely silent next to him.

"Have you had a girlfriend before?" Another question from Catherine, who seemed only curious about it, but for sure had a deeper meaning about John's behavior.

He swallowed and Veronica noticed his cheeks flushing a bit. He told her about that first, naive attempt of a relationship which didn't land anywhere. He's never been interested in any relationship before Veronica arrived in his life like a wrecking ball.

"Uh, n-not really... Well, kind of, I suppose, I had a girlfriend when I was seventeen, but it was... You know, just an approach and I wasn't really chasing girls. Never went further than a kiss." He stammered a bit, fidgeting with the fork.

"And how's this... rock band thing?"

This time Catherine gave John an icy glare that drilled right through his soul. He read the question in her eyes as clear as reading the newspaper: she was assuming he intended to be promiscuous and break Veronica's heart, which was opposite of his intentions. He felt purely in love with her and didn't need anything else.

"I'm just the bass player, it's just for fun, we're all students. My bandmates have very different... personalities than mine, you know." Seeking genuine comfort, he glanced at Ronnie and met her loving eyes. "But I'm already happy and fulfilled with Veronica."

It was then that both her parents exchanged a look that seemed softening, lifting the weight on both John and Veronica's hearts.

"I can't foresee the future, I don't know where life will lead us, but I'll do my best to make your daughter happy as long as we're together." John promised, making the bold move of holding her hand tightly in front of her parents, and Veronica's wide smile gave John enough courage to speak those words out loud.

For now, it seemed enough for her parents, who quietly agreed with a silent look at each other.

"We'll keep our eyes on you, boy." Edmund finally spoke, but his threat had a friendly tint in it and John replied with a vigorous nod, before the dinner continued and Ronnie's parents asked her about her studies, almost as if she just joined the meal.

-*-

As both of them expected, Veronica's parents put them in separate rooms to sleep, but as soon as the night came down and a dead silence dawned on the Tetzlaffs house, Veronica stood up from her bed and tiptoed in the room that used to be her brothers'.

John wasn't sleeping either and she was met with his green eyes staring at her.

"Jesus Christ, Ronnie, I thought it was your father checking if I was still here." He hissed, a little frightened before softening up once Veronica sat on the bed.

"Better not call Jesus's name out loud in this house…" She giggled, "I know, but I also know my parents well enough to be sure they won't disturb us, they're very deep sleepers. My dad snores-"

"I heard!"

"... and mom wears earmuffs and takes sleeping pills. It's actually pretty safe at night, I just have to go back to bed later and not fall asleep here." In the dark, Ronnie gave him a warm smile which made John's heart flutter violently.

He cherished the sensation of his cheeks flushing while he adjusted himself on the single bed and made room for Veronica, inviting her under the covers.

Despite her parents' concerns, they never went further than cuddling and kissing, yet, but they were comfortable with it. John loved the domesticity of holding his girlfriend so close, and respected her will of waiting a while before eventually taking some steps forward, because not only her parents were religious but she was as well, after all, and was struggling between her beliefs and her "sinful" desires. But thankfully, John didn't feel like rushing their relationship either.

Quietly, Veronica slid under the covers and winded her arms around his waist, listening to his warmth and heartbeat.

"I'm sorry my parents are so rough and cold… I have told them many times you're a guy with his feet on the ground, they're just… very conservative, you know. Religion, and all that." She murmured. "My two sisters also struggled a lot with their boyfriends…"

"You didn't speak a word earlier… I was rather scared." John admitted, being used to Veronica speaking her mind about her parents and venting when she was with him made him worried about her well-being first.

"I know, I'm so sorry! My father really never lets me speak and they were having a conversation with you, so… I shouldn't interfere."

"As if you were disturbing?"

"Yeah… interrupting, even." She sighed and John gave her a nod. Her situation with her parents was definitely a complicated one for a girl her age in the roaring Seventies and he didn't blame her one bit.

"It's unfair, you're involved as well... It felt like an exam…" John added with a pout and exaggerated his expression, mimicking Edmund's stern face and making Veronica smile . Until she looked at him and a veil of sadness covered her eyes.

"I don't want them to scare you away from me…" Ronnie admitted weakly, her voice thin as if she was afraid to say that out loud.

Cupping her face, John caressed her soft cheek and cradled her sorrow away.

"They won't, don't worry."

[grand-budapest-queen]

‘picking them up’ hugs // for Freddie during his more toned/stronger era he likes to show off and pick up his friends when he gets excited ❤️🥰

Thank you for the request, dear @emmaandorlando ! It was so much fun to write! 🥰

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It's not the first time that Brian notices how Freddie has become significantly buffer in the last few years.

Of course, the singer claims he hasn't started working out, with exercises like lifting weights apparently being quite boring to him, but the width of his shoulders tells a different story to Brian.

It's not that he's jealous, not at all, it's just that he's wondering what exactly Freddie's secret is.

"Roggie, what are you trying to do?", Freddie asks Roger, as he squeezes past him in the tiny kitchen of the recording studio in Munich.

"I'm trying...to reach that...damn bottle of Schnaps...up there!", Roger curses, getting on his tiptoes again and trying to reach the slightly dusty bottle of German Schnaps. After a successful day of finally finishing "Back Chat" without bashing each other's heads in, they have decided that some celebration is in order.

A grin appeares on Freddie's features and Brian, who is standing close by, sipping some tea and watching the hubbub, shoots him a warning glance.

He can tell that the singer is having another one of his risky ideas.

Freddie, who is quite unbothered by Brian's scolding gaze, grabs Roger around the middle.

"Hang on...hang on, darling, I'll..."

And with those words he lifts Roger up, who begins to howl with laughter.

"Woahhh Fred...", he chuckles, "Careful! Careful mate!"

Within a few seconds, he has reached the bottle of Schnaps.

"There you go, dearie!", Freddie says as he let his friend down again, grinning and seeming quite pleased with himself.

"Mate, you're a beast!", Roger hollers ,"Bri, did you see that? Fred lifted me up as if I were a feather!"

Brian's gaze meets his friend's and Freddie strikes a pose, flexing the muscles in his arms to show them off to Brian.

"Look at that bicep, man!", Roger praises, feeling Freddie's arm.

And Brian really has to admit, the muscles his friend is sporting are quite impressive.

"Deaks, you adorable little man, come here!", Freddie laughs as John leaves the recording booth after thirty minutes of hard work on an exceptionall tricky baseline.

He grabs John as if he were to go in for a hug and lifts him up by the back of his thighs, high enough for John's arms to start flayling around, while he giggles, all swinty eyes and tooth-gap.

Freddie squeezes him like a teddy bear and has John going a little flustered over it.

"Fred! Freddie! Please...have mercy...", he chuckles, almost hitting his head on the lampshade.

"Sorry, sorry, Deaks.", Freddie apologizes for his previous euphoria and sets his friend back on his feet.

"That's alright...s'alright, Fred!", John laughs and claps Freddie's strong shoulder, which looks quite good in the sleeveless shirt the singer is wearing.

The next day, Brian has just made his first cup of tea of the day, when he walks back out of the kitchen, balancing the full mug in his hands, and trips on the doorstep.

The tea spills onto the carpet floor but before Brian can land on there nose first as well, two strong arms catch him.

He blinks, slowly, and looks up into a pair of big brown eyes and Freddie's smiling face.

"Oh Brimi, careful! Don't fall!", he says with a soft smile, warmth in his gaze.

"Fred, thanks for...thanks for catching me!", Brian says, sounding quite a bit breathless, blushing slightly from the strange half-hug Freddie is holding him in.

"No worries, dearie! I'll catch you any time!", Freddie says with a wink as he helps him up.

As the singer rushes off to the kitchen to get a rag to mop up the spilled tea with, Brian lingers in the hallway, wondering.

The feeling of the singer's strong arms has really been quite...something!

He really must ask Freddie for his secret workout routine!

[johnstoast19]

Hi guys! This is a little drabble that I wanna share with us. I hope you like it!

Tags: @painandpleasure86 @johndeaconstoothgap @deakys-chesthair @deakysgurl

Victory

Freddie walks into John's room and stands next to him.

-Deaky, I need your help with something, please.

-Sure Fred, what's wrong?

-Okay - shows a pair of UNO cards -. When someone throws a +2 card like this... Can you follow the series with a +4 card?

-Mmm yeah... It's valid.

-Perfect! Thank you, dear.

-No problem Fred...

-Do you heard that, Rog? - Freddie screams and runs out of the room - UNO!

-Come on Fred! That's not fair...