#john deacon x joe mazzello

[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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[bellltreee]

one question that has been floating around my mind lately is where the fuck did joe mazzello find the cardboard ben

[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

[eileen-crys]

Chapter 4 is here! 💕✨️

The big day is here, John and Veronica are ready to start their new life together, their families become one... and Queen come back in John's life! 💕

I'm sorry to post this chapter later but it went through a couple of re-writnings, but I'm finally happy with the result! Thanks for having been with me in this weird but wholesome story! 🥰

You know I'll never be lonely

Written for the Queen daddies event 2022, organised by @alittlesilhouettoofaman 💕

Ex-bassist John Deacon is the proud father of six years old Joseph Deacon and loves living a quiet life as a single father. But when Joe becomes best friend friend with his classmate Michael Tetzlaff, John's life gets turned upside down once again. Will their two little and broken families be able to grow as one?

This new event focuses on father-son relationships between the Queen boys (as single dads) and the BoRhap cast (as their sons), and while I've never written anything for the BoRhap cast, this was a lovely prompt for wholesome AUs and I love dad!John always 💕

So embark with me in this little adventure, I hope you'll like it! I'll update every Tuesday for the whole month of November! 🥰

Taglist (let me know if you want to be included or removed!): @blossom-melina-burnickel @john-deacon-fucks @warriorteam1924 @julescape @beydeaks @lickemagaindeaky @finland-shoes @elvishaxolotl @idontknowhowthisworked @john-paul-george-ring0 @kinole009x

[warriorteam1924]

J'ai publié 873 fois en 2022 => posted 873 times (so far   ^^)

65 billets créés (7%) => 65 created posts. that’s not a lot i know.... 

808 billets reblogués (93%) => 808 reblogs hey not bad 

Les blogs que j'ai le plus reblogués :

@eileen-crys

@painandpleasure86

@julescape

@deakys-chesthair

@beydeaks​

=> that’s because they are my lovelies 

J'ai étiqueté 873 billets en 2022 => tags ahah 

#warriorteam1924 reblogs - 794 billets

#dont shun it queue it - 759 billets

#queen - 682 billets

#john deacon - 444 billets

#freddie mercury - 312 billets

#brian may - 216 billets

#roger taylor - 216 billets

#veronica tetzlaff - 90 billets

#johnica - 85 billets

#joe mazzello - 81 billets

Tag le plus long : 102 caractères

#forgive my lack of inspiration and my lack of time but eh 2 edits and 2 fics isnt that bad ahahaha lol

=> lol that is so lame ^^”

Mes billets vedette en 2022 : top 5 posts in 2022

n°5

Sooo i did something 💖💜

77 notes - publié le 23 août 2022

n°4

Write your letters in the sand

Ben Hardy x Reader

Author’s note : Hi my beauties. Here we are for a lil something for  the amazing Ben Hardy’s Birthday. It’s dedicated to a special someone to me, but feel free to read it if you want to. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback. Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes….

Warnings : None, I guess it’s okay

Summary : Another Birthday with Ben....

Words count : 1,661words

Permanent tag list : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose @orionis8689 @queenlover05​

 The weather was incredibly and surprisingly mild for the season. Even if it was still winter, you frowned as you noticed you didn’t need a scarf or your hat to get out. Even the dogs seemed to be happy to be able to go in the garden freely, not having to put their coats on.

Voir l'intégralité du billet <= to see the post 

78 notes - publié le 2 janvier 2022

n°3

J’ai deux amours....

Ben Hardy X FemReader

Author’s note : Hi my beauties. This piece is very special because it was actually a request…. It took me quite some time, but i do hope the person who requested will like it. Well,  I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback. Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes….

@/anon who requested : I hope you like it…. Sorry it took some time to write this one. I know the plot is not Ben actually dating a french gal, but this is how inspiration came. 

Request from anon : Hey ! I saw that you wrote an imagine about ben dating a brazilian girl, could you write one about him dating a french girl ?

Warnings : none I think, some parts are in french, but it’s not too hard

Summary : Ben visiting France.... 

Words count : 3,280 words

Permanent tag list : @reavenedges-lies​ ​ @thosequeenboys​ @born-to-lose​ @orionis8689​ @queenlover05​ (please feel free to let me know it’s now useless to tag you, i wouldn’t want anyone to feel like they have to read anything i might be posting)

It was a special day for you. At last, you had been able to get back to Paris again, to visit your favorite museum, The Louvres. The place was huge, with so many different pieces of art, so many departments, but also so many tourists and visitors.

Voir l'intégralité du billet <= see the whole post here 

86 notes - publié le 4 avril 2022

n°2

Ethereal.... Colorized by me 💖💜

=> oh yes this one has been my phone wallpaper for quite some time, so beautiful ^^ 

89 notes - publié le 2 mai 2022 

Mon billet n°1 en 2022

Voir l'intégralité du billet

106 notes - publié le 6 février 2022 

=> when i think some gifs makers get thousands of notes. that’s a shame cause i don’t think mine are so bad honestly.....

well it’s been a busy year, but i’ve tried to create a bit. my top 5 isn’t that bad, even if the First one hardly gets over 100 notes. 

I’m probs gonna repeat myself, but folks, stop asking for reblogs and support if you don’t do it yourself. I think my rates are not fair regarding the way i reblog a full load of stuff. and im full busy, so that’s not an excuse. just move your ass and do it, or else you just shut up about your own creations. 

I’m not going to carry on cause people will think i’m not enjoying being here anylonger, which isn’t the case. I love the queen/borhaps fandom. I have the tendency not to understand people and the way they behave. that’s all

Take care everyone and thanks to all of you who keep on supporting me, like when you reblog stuff, and not only new stuff or stuff you only see passing in front of your nose. again, it’s not that hard ^^ 

love you all  💖💜

[thosequeenboys]

A Love is Lost, a Love is Won (Joe Mazzello/John Deacon-platonic)

A/N:  This was written for @deakys-chesthair who asked me for a soft Joe and John.  Hope you like, Love. Here’s my vision of Joe finally meeting John, who is living a gratifying life. They share their commonalities, joys and challenges. Also, Joe has an amazing movie in the works!! There’s a little repurposed content from a Love is Love chapter, now Joe-focused with mostly new material. The title is from Brian’s beautiful gem, Dear Friends. 

Warnings:  Reflections on death of parent and friend; some angst, mostly fluff

Sitting at the desk in his extra room just after daybreak, Joe eyed the weights and other exercise equipment around him, willing himself to work out for an hour. He sighed.  OK, a half hour. Nope. Not happening.  He stared hard, hoping the barbells could be moved through telekinesis and give his biceps a nice burn.  

Joe slumped into the chair and logged into his phone instead. He hovered his finger over the Instagram app and then dipped it gently. It had been quite a while since he posted. He moved into the bedroom and took a quick picture of himself next to his packed, open suitcase on the luggage rack. He added the caption, “Headed to the UK for a great project.  Stay tuned.”

As soon as he posted, the hearts and comments flowed:  inquiries and congratulations about the project, declarations of love and a few marriage proposals.  Given his non-existent love life, Joe wondered if he should consider them.  Not all of those stans were crazed, he reasoned with a smirk.  But then a wave of darkness crashed over him as snarky, negative comments were posted. Why were people outright mean?  His heart rate quickened and he felt a sheen of sweat erupt behind his neck, physical signs of rising distress and anxiety: What if his fans were disappointed and the reviewers panned the movie?  He wished he could call his father and hear his calming voice reassure him.  With that not an option, he turned off his phone to stop those negative thoughts.    

A few hours later, the phone rang with a London number.  He presumed it was someone from the production calling to provide some details.

“Joe Mazzello.” He answered cheerfully.

“Hello, Joe!” The sweet, melodic British accent was unmistakable.  “Brian May, here!”  

“Brian, Hi! Wow! What’s up??” Joe asked excitedly.  Had it really been almost a year since they spoke?

“Well, I saw on Instagram that you’re headed to the UK!  Another movie?”  Brian asked positively.

“Yes!” Joe responded, excitedly.  “A tango of espionage and romance.  Directed by Ron Howard.  He’s a great guy.  So far, so good.”

“That’s fantastic!” Brian said.  “You deserve it!”  

“Thank you! How have you been?” Joe inquired, adding, “I’d love to see you and Roger when I get settled in London.  I’ll be there a few months.”

“Things are good.  Families are good…Of course, we’d love to see you.” Then Brian hesitated, wanting to change topics.  “Uh, Joe, I have a proposition for you.   No pressure….I saw your post just before I rang John-Deacy-for our regular monthly call.  I mentioned you’d be in London.  He was very curious about you in a way he hadn’t been before.  He said it was time for you two to meet.  What do you think?”

“No kidding?? Wow!  Yes! I mean….you’re sure he’s ok with it?” Joe was excited, though a bit of trepidation crept in.

“Yes, very much so.” Brian said definitively.  “Veronica too.  I’ll email you his contact information.  It’s been a long time coming, yeah?  Will you let me know how it goes?” Brian inquired, his voice rising with curiosity.

“Of course.”  Joe said, thinking the conversation seemed surreal.  He refocused on the call.  “Great to hear from you.  I’ll reach out to John-and definitely will be in touch with you. And thanks, Brian. Thanks.”  

After Brian bid farewell, Joe smiled in a daze.  He couldn’t believe he’d finally be meeting John Deacon.   He laughed to himself as he conceptualized the reunion as a television mystery drama: “John Deacon: The missing link from BoRhap….uncovered years later.”  He was curious how the show would play out.

*****

Joe stretched his legs and settled in comfortably in the back of the cab as it drove through the well-appointed residential communities on the outskirts of London.  He couldn’t wipe the smile from his face if he tried. Nor did he want to. His mind was peppered with positive thoughts.  It felt good to have a day trip out of the city – and a break from the intensity of work. Though he wasn’t complaining; the filming was going very well.  The cast and crew were fantastic, and working with Ron Howard was a dream.  Not only was Ron a creative and supportive director, he and Joe bonded over their experiences as child actors whose impressive careers continued into adulthood.  The film had already garnered a lot of positive buzz.  Joe felt he was positioned for a professional resurgence, thought it took longer than he wanted.  The worrisome thoughts and sadness that sometimes lapped at him were at bay.  As the cab pulled into a circular driveway with two cars, the August sun ducked behind some clouds painting a silver lining.  He paid the fare and grabbed his backpack.  The footprint of a modest house was built out with additions.  He checked his watch as approached the heavy wood door and knocked, pleased he arrived right at the appointed time for tea.

“Hello, Hello!” Joe heard that unmistakable, slightly garbled voice enthusiastically approaching the door.

John opened the door and stepped out into the covered portico.  “Joe.” he said, extending his hand with a warm smile. “So nice to meet you.”  

Joe grasped John’s hand. “So nice to meet you.”  Joe responded. As Joe looked at John, decades of the bassist’s images flipped through Joe’s mind.  It was hard to believe this icon he had played on the big screen  was before him.  They were both overcome with emotion.  It was indeed a moment that couldn’t be scripted. Their hands still joined, they each lurched forward into a hug.  John rubbed Joe’s back affectionately, and Joe held John tightly in the embrace.

John pulled away and he took in Joe slowly starting with the wavy auburn hair sprinkled with golden highlights of the summer sun.  He moved down to the firm biceps protruding from his t-shirt and the outline of the broad chest. His eyes dropped and landed on his slender waist leading to fit legs accentuated by the low-slung black jeans.  He was even more handsome in person.  

“I clearly got a needed visual upgrade from my movie doppelganger.” John chuckled and winked at Joe playfully breaking his gaze.  Joe laughed and stared at John. He was struck by John’s charm and ease, considering all he had heard about him being dower and anti-social of late.  

“Come in, let’s get you comfortable.”  John said warmly, as held the door and he stretched an arm out toward the spacious living room off the foyer.  Joe unzipped his backpack and took out a blue silk pouch, which he slid into his front pocket.  He left his backpack in the foyer and took a few steps into the comfortable room.

This life lived, which he knew from his research, was laid out before him.  Gold records were displayed against a long wall in a den beyond. A long table in the back of the living room displayed photos in an array of elegant frames.   There were intimate shots of John’s family, as well as a few of him with various combinations of his band mates.  On the wall above the table hung a large framed photograph with about 20 people standing in a backyard.  Joe walked toward it, curiosity overtaking him, and then halted, suddenly sensitive about invading John’s privacy.  

“Oh, that’s….”John’s voiced hitched.  He walked up to the photo and beckoned Joe with a long finger.  John took a deep breath, steeling himself to go back in time to that moment. “That was September 1991.  Had everyone over for a cookout to celebrate Freddie’s birthday.  Veggie burgers for Brian, of course.” John chuckled, deflecting the emotions from the day, now rising in him.

“It was the last time.” He paused, his voice shaking a bit. “The last time I saw Freddie fairly at ease, before he…his final deterioration….”   Joe took a small step closer to the photo. Freddie’s thin frame was accentuated by the large belt around his narrow waist.  Freddie leaned into Jim, and John was on the other side of Freddie, his arm skimmed the singer’s back.  Roger leaned into John, and Brian eased closely next to smiling Roger.  All of their broods were in front of them. Freddie was enveloped by the love of his band mates and, though not legally acknowledged, his husband.

“That’s lovely.  Shows how much you all loved him.” Joe said.  John looked wistfully at the photo and then, he looked down.  His eyes scanned for a new subject, needing to distract himself. Joe related to that reaction; looking at photos of his dad since his passing conjured a range of emotions that sometimes felt too much to bear.  

John picked up a framed black and white photo of the band performing.  “This was one of our earliest shows, when I joined the band. I thought you did a great job portraying that time in the movie-the energy, the possibilities.  The four of us finding our togetherness….” He returned the photo to the table.

“Thanks,” Joe said, allowing a faint smile.

“Ah….,” John lifted a color photo in a wood frame which featured him in a blue t-shirt and pants standing behind Freddie at his piano, casting a loving gaze at the singer.   “Some version of this is floating around out there.   Freddie and me during “Somebody to Love” at the Montreal Concert.   One of Freddie’s favorites. He got me to sing on the recording, amazingly.” John laughed.  “There wasn’t much I wouldn’t do for him really.” John said solemnly as he stared at the photo.

“You were such a good friend to him,” Joe interjected positively.

“And, he to me,” John countered, his eyes intense.   John opened his mouth to say more, but closed it as Veronica entered.  She carried large tray with a teapot, butter, jam, sugar and cream-and a beautiful round loaf of bread on a wood cutting board.  She placed it on the coffee table that held plates,napkins cups and saucers.  The treats were surrounded by comfy chairs and sofas.

“Ah, here’s my blushing bride, Veronica.  Ronnie, Dear, this is Joe, Joe Mazzello.” John exclaimed.  Returning the photo, he shifted his focus to the present and his temperament to upbeat.

“Ah, I do see the resemblance.  A bit uncanny, actually.  ” Veronica intoned with a grin.  “Welcome, Dear. Come sit and relax. How about some tea and bread-made by John!” she offered graciously, as she sat on a chair and started to serve.

“Really?” Joe queried. “ I’m impressed!

“Well,” John said, a grin spreading over his face, delighted to launch into the explanation. ‘For many years, I’ve gone to this little café most mornings to get a cup of tea and a treat-and read my paper.  I read mostly online these days, amazing isn’t it? But I do like the feel of a freshly printed newspaper.  Anyway, they make lovely bread, and I spoke with owner about her techniques. I’ve always loved fresh bread-and the science behind it.  So, I took a class and have built bread baking into my routine.  It’s calming and nice to have a tangible product for your efforts. This is a cottage loaf, two loaves melded together.”

“We all enjoy this hobby,” Veronica enthused.

“This is fantastic, so buttery. Thank you,” Joe said, licking his lips after swallowing a generous bite.

After tea, John asked Joe. “Would you like to see the garden?

“I’d love to!” Joe said.

John led Joe through sliding doors into the expansive backyard that had a magical and peaceful quality to it.  Off to the side there was an intricate climbing structure in the shape of a castle, complete with a moat, drawbridge and turrets. The edifice included ropes, nets and bricks for climbing to the large room on top and a slide for a quick departure.  

“Wow, this is unbelievable!” Joe said.  John walked over to the castle, Joe in tow, and he flicked a switch under the slide.  Suddenly, the window of the top room was framed in colorful lights.  Joe’s mouth opened incredulously.  

“Was bored one day, and rigged that up.  The grandkids have their ice cream up there in the summer as the sun sets.” John said factually.

“Great to have a grandfather with an electronics degree.”  Joe said admirably. “Gosh, my nieces and nephews would have a field day on that. And I would too with them!” he added sheepishly.

“Uncle Joe, eh? How lovely,” John praised.

Joe nodded.  “Yeah, they keep me young.”  Both men laughed.   Joe looked around at the manicured plantings. “Your garden is stunning.”

“Thank you, yes, gardening is another past-time I enjoy.  Keeps me grounded. No pun intended,“ John said with a giggle.  “Let me show you my absolute favorite.”  

John led Joe toward a large bed surrounded by a white wood fence, and he opened the gate.  Twenty or so fragrant rose bushes of all colors surrounded a sturdy, hand-crafted bench, its weathered wood was lit by the late afternoon sun. John stopped at a yellow rose next to the bench that featured orange and pink shades at its billowy edges.  “This is the Freddie Mercury Rose!” (1)

“No? Seriously?” Joe bent to take in the heady scent.  John gestured to the long bench, encouraging Joe to sit.  John took a deep inhale of the fragrant roses as he sat and Joe joined him.

“Yes, RosaBatMercury, introduced around 1994.”  John elaborated,  “Fan club members raised money to name a rose in memory of Dear Fred.  It has special meaning for me; it helps pull me back when I start to descend into my caverns of darkness:  loss, sorrow, worry.  

“I have those caverns too.” Joe said, looking down.  “Especially since my dad died.”  Joe focused on the Freddie rose next to him to keep the tears at bay.  

“So sorry to hear. When did he pass, Joe?”  John asked softly.

“May 2018, as we were filming Borhap, “Joe said, looking down.  

“Must have been so hard for you.” John’s empathy showed in his eyes.

“Yeah, but the guys…they were so supportive. I don’t know how I would have gotten through it without them.”  Joe said.

Ah…good to hear you had their support.” John whispered.  Then he let out a loud sigh. “Fatherless sons. We can be a sad lot.”

“Yeah, I know your dad died when you were so young.  That must have been hard on you. I’m sorry..”  Joe said softly, raising his eyes to John.

John nodded.  “Thank you.  It was-and it made Freddie’s death so much harder for me.  Another profound loss.  But Fred always lived his life to the fullest-and kept sorrow and worry in their place-even at the end.  I know he wanted me to do the same,”  John smiled.

“I’m working on that.” Joe said, wiping his eyes on the back of his sleeve.  John reached over and hugged Joe, and Joe welcomed the older man’s embrace. Then Joe pulled away, a smile spreading over his face.

“I guess life hasn’t always been ‘a bed of roses,’ Joe smirked, adding, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

John giggled.  “True, hasn’t, can’t always be, can it?  But yet-here we are,” he said, motioning to the tangle of beautiful, vibrant rose bushes surrounding them.

“One thing I’ve learned,” John said, “Millions of pounds in therapy later, is that sorrow can coexist with happiness.  And it doesn’t have to be the melody of the song.  It can have its day-yes, and sometimes it pulls you in.  But then, you get on with it.  You let in the good things-and the pleasant surprises along the way, yeah? The big success of BoRhap-and now this new movie for you.  New hobbies for me.  And a deep love of family – for both of us.”

Joe nodded and smiled. “It’s good to see you’re well. And happy.  It’s a relief actually.”

John smiled cheekily. “Yes, the mind fills in what isn’t provided, and the narrative is often a negative one, isn’t it?  Roger and Brian fuel it by pretending that we aren’t in touch.  They’ve certainly had some dramatic words to describe my detachment,” he said, more bitterly than he intended.   “But,” he countered softly,” I know they do it to protect me.  They are well-practiced in protecting friends they love.”   Both John and Joe looked down.

“We missed you during BoRhap,” Joe ventured cautiously, making eye contact with John to detect his reaction.   John nodded slightly.  

Joe continued, “I would have loved to have had you on set.  And at the Oscars,” Joe’s face lit up, thinking of that special night.  Then he focused on John again.   “But, I respected your choice not to be involved.”

John looked over at Joe. “Sometimes, there’s no in-between. You’re either all-in or all-out and that’s what happened. I enjoyed it – well, most of it. But it ran its course, and after Freddie died, I didn’t...it was too painful without him.”  Joe nodded.  

John looked around at the roses and said, “’to everything there is a season and a time to every purpose.’ (2)  That season had passed for me.  Had to move on, protect myself-and focus on my family.   I’m happy for Brian and Roger, that they’ve continued and their shows with Adam are successful.  We all got what we wanted.”

Then John smiled and touched Joe’s arm lightly, “It’s great the movie was made, and you showed our music to so many new fans--and increased our royalties.” He laughed.  “I really am appreciative.” John leaned in and hugged Joe.

Joe broke apart. “I have something for you.  When we wrapped BoRhap, we were able to take some props.  I took a few picks-and always hoped I’d be able to give you one. Not that you need it, of course.” Joe dug into his front pocket and retrieved the silk pouch and handed it to John.  “And, Happy Birthday!”

John smiled at him and carefully removed the pick and held it up.  “How thoughtful of you.  Well, we must give it a workout, mustn’t we?”  

“Oh, no,” Joe said, “I’m way out of practice.”  

“Well, good,” John laughed, “You won’t upstage me, then.  Come.”

John led the way back to the house and they entered a door at the basement level.  He pressed a few switches on the wall and a studio with track lights came into view.  Basses on a stands, amps, a small drum set, microphones and speakers were positioned around the ample area.  “Luke uses this space mostly now.   Here, let me set you up.”  John gave Joe a bass and took one himself. After some tuning, John strummed and said, “So, how about ‘Under Pressure?’” They jammed for awhile, and then Joe looked at this watch.  “I should head back. Due on set early tomorrow.  He took out his phone and called for an Uber. 

They stood at the entry foyer as the car pulled into the driveway.

“It was so great spending time with you.” Joe said.  “Thanks for inviting me.”

“You’re welcome.  And, Likewise,” John said. “I’d like to stay in touch. if you….”

“I’d really like that.” Joe said.  

As they hugged good-bye, Veronica looked on holding a parcel of bread for Joe to take with him. 

John released Joe, “I think we can count each other as dear friends.”

Thanks @warriorteam1924 for the bass guidance :)  Tagging some Joe & John fans: @jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels @deakysgurl @johndeaconshands @mazzell-ro @orionis8689 @hellysthings @cardboardbenmazzello @johndeaconstoothgap

 Notes

1.       Here’s info on this spectacular bloom:  https://www.styleroses.co.uk/buy-plants/freddie-mercury-hybrid-tea-bush-rose

2.       Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. This verse is beautifully captured in the song Turn, Turn Turn recorded by The Byrds, written by Pete Seeger

[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.

[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

[galileostyles]

live footage of me loosing my actual mind last night

[magickcandie]

Joe!John Deacon Masterlist

One (Request)

Two (Request)

[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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[warriorteam1924]

Something to remember me by

Joe Mazzello & John Deacon

Author note : Hi my beauties !! Here we go again for DeazzelloWeek 2020, hosted by the kind @roger-taylors-car. For this sixth day I’m trying to fit the prompt​​  'Time Travel’. Perso, this one is my fave. I’ve really enjoyed writing it. So I hope you enjoy as well. Thanks in advance for the feedback and sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language.

Summary : Time flies. Literally....

Word Count: 3,578 Words

Warnings: None. Just fiction around here 

Permanent taglist : @anotheronebitesthedick, @reavenedges-lies​​, @thosequeenboys​​, @orionis8689​​, @roger-taylors-car​

New York City, 2008

 Joe Mazzello was wandering in the streets, drinking his coffee, without milk of course, letting his legs guide him in the City that never sleeps. He was trying to lead his minds to happy thoughts. Last time he was actually shooting for his last movie was in 2005. He sighed a little. Really, there was nothing to complain about, he had been acting since he was a little boy and financially speaking, he could still afford a fancy living. But still. He loved his job. Being behind the camera was really cool as well, but portraying someone, anyone, was something that actually animated him. His friends often made fun of him when he would say ‘I was born to do it’, but this was truly how he felt.

 The streets of Manhattan were quite agitated that day, so he decided carry on his walk in Central Park. It was still a bit cold but the fresh air and the surrounding trees would only do good to him. And to his current mood. This was what he really loved about Big Apple. The fact one could find anything there. A little world inside the world as he liked to say. A melting pot, where you could find anything you needed, at any time, the City that never sleeps, with big spots like Time Square, but also a more peaceful side, with natural places such as Central Parc obviously. Joe also thought about Roosevelt Island, where he loved to seat in from of the skyline of Manhattan. He thought about getting back there really soon, this was also such a really nice place.

 He carried on walking a little and spotted a bench where he planned to sit and merely look around, enjoying the quietness of the moment. The lake facing him was peaceful and the ducks were happily putting their heads under the water and cleaning their feathers. Joe noticed a man was taking pictures. His camera seemed quite big, maybe he was a professional or something. It was not rare to see people immortalize such cute scenes.

 Joe was still staring at the man when he frowned a little. In fact, it was a little weird. The man seemed quite young, maybe around his own age. He had long wavy hair and was wearing a mere vest and blue jeans, but also platform boots. Joe was not someone to judge, anyone, especially in New York City, could put on the clothes they wished to wear. But the fact was the man seemed to be out of time.

 Joe was naturally very curious and could not help but stand up and come closer to the mysterious man, pretending he was carrying on his walk. The man looked at him and smiled as he got closer to him.

 “These ducks are cute.”, the long haired man suddenly said, still smiling.

 “They are yes.”, Joe replied as he stood next to the man, looking at the ducks as well.

 “I’m sorry. I’m usually quite shy, but I thought I might start the conversation....”, the man carried on, looking at his feet.

 “It’s okay, don’t worry. Egh.... Is everything okay?”, Joe awkwardly asked.

 “Not really.”, the man almost apologized. “I would like to ask you something but you’re going to make fun of me, I’m quite sure of it....”, the man affirmed.

 “Well, go ahead, and we will see.”, Joe tried to reassure him.

 “What year is it?”

 “What year?”, Joe repeated, quite puzzled.

 “Yes, I know this is weird, but I would like to be sure.”

 “Well, we are in 2008, as far as I know.”, Joe tried to joke a little.

 “2008!”, the man repeated, incredulous. This time he looked at Joe directly in the eyes and the latter could see the man was not faking, nor did he seem to be out of his mind. He merely looked puzzled, maybe a bit worried and anxious. Joe could see he was thinking, trying to figure something out.

 “Is everything okay, mate?”, Joe questioned him, because he had been silent for a good whole minute, lost in his thoughts.

 “Not really.”, the man said no with his face. “I have no idea what I’m doing here.”. The wind blew a little and the man shivered.

 “I’m Joe. Joe Mazzello. The kid from Jurassic Parc.”, Joe tried again to appease the atmosphere.

 “I have no idea what this means, but Joe it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m John Deacon, bassist for the band Queen.”

 ----------------------------------

 The electrical kettle stopped by itself with a little ‘ding’, letting Joe know the water was boiling. John was sited at the kitchen table, looking at all the electronic things surrounding him. As he had studied electrical engineering, all of this was fascinating to him. Joe served tea, and sat in front on him, trying to remain calm. He had no idea why but he had merely followed his instinct and had asked the man if he wanted to come to his apartment to talk a little more. It sounded crazy, as the stranger could be a very dangerous serial killer, but Joe could feel in his guts the man needed help. It was as if destiny had put him on his path that very day.

 “So. Tell me again what had happened. I’m not sure I understood.”, Joe asked. The man took a sip of tea and licked his lips.

 “Hum, this is good, thank you.”, he started to say, putting his cup on the table. “Yesterday, I was in Japan with my band, Queen. I’m bassist for the band. And we were visiting before giving our gig. I love Japan. Last time I’ve been there, I did not enjoy fully because my wife was expecting. Our first. I was nervous, but I tried to take as many pictures as I could for them to see.”, John carried on, showing his camera.

 “Yeah, yeah. Facts, please. You’re a member of Queen and you come from Japan.”

 “That’s right, I’m John Richard Deacon, and I was born on August 19th, 1951. I’m bassist from Queen. Yesterday, it was 1976 and I was in Japan. Today, it’s 2008, I’m in New York City it seems, and I have no clue what is going on.”, John tried to be clear.

 Joe looked at him and sighed as he passed his hands in his hair. How could this man in front of him pretend he had been travelling in time. And how could he be sure he was indeed the man he was saying he was? Joe looked around him, thinking as John was quietly sipping his tea.

 “Stay here, just one minute. I’m coming back in a moment.”, Joe warned him as he stood up to go in the living room and John nodded.

 His computer was on and the internet was working. This would be the easiest way to find out the truth. Joe quickly opened a random browser and searched ‘Queen’. Several picture of the group appeared but he tried to focus on the band members he actually did not know. Freddie Mercury was the one with the moustache, obviously. According to the legend of the picture, the curly haired man was Brian  May, the guitarist. The blond, and quite handsome, Joe had to admit, was the drummer. Last name. John Deacon, bassist for Queen. Yet, the picture’s date was from the mid 80’s it seemed. The long haired man in his kitchen looked nothing like the permed one on the picture he had opened. Joe remembered what John had told him. ‘Yesterday was 1976 in Japan.’ So he opened a new page and searched more precisely : ‘John Deacon, 1976.’ The images started to show and Joe understood he did not have to search more precisely with the word ‘Japan’. The picture in the browser were clear enough. The man in his kitchen was indeed John Richard Deacon, but from 1976. This was a total nonsense.

 “Oh, is this a computer?”, Joe heard him say behind him, making him startle. “I’ve studied electrical engineering, this looks interesting.”, he carried on as he came closer.

 Joe was obviously no Queen expert but he was aware lead singer Freddie Mercury had died in the early 1990’s. John should not know this information. Thus, Joe decided to close all the windows and turned to him, anxiously smiling.  

 “Yes this is a computer, but it would be too long to explain how it actually works. So.... I have no idea how this had happened, but you’re John Deacon. No doubt about it. And you look like you’re coming from the 70’s.”, Joe tried to summarize.

 “1976.”, John specified.

 “Yeah, 1976.”, Joe repeated, trying to remain calm. “This must be a dream.... Some kind of fantasy.”

 “Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?”, John tried to appease the atmosphere, even if deep inside he was certainly as scared as his host.

 “What?”

 “These are from Bohemian Rhapsody. From our album a Night at the Opera.”, the bassist precised. “Seems our song did not became a hit after all....”, he sighed.

 “Well. I guess I can’t really tell you this kind of information, can I? It would modify some things about your future. About the future at all I guess.”, Joe shrugged.

 “You must be right. But I still can’t understand why I’m here. I mean, there must be some reason....”, John pointed out.

 Joe looked at him, not knowing what to say. Yes, he had agreed to help him, but he was not magician nor some psychic. How could he know why John had ended up here and there? He remained silent, completely lost in his thoughts.

 “Erh.... I don’t know, are we related or something?”, John asked.

 “What? No, of course not !!”, Joe hastily replied, but immediately regretted talking to the bassist this way. He was certainly as lost as he was at this very moment. “I mean, I don’t think so....”, he carried, almost apologizing. “Sorry, it’s just this situation is very unlikely and I’m a bit nervous.”

 “And I’m totally terrified.”, John very surprisingly very calmly said. “My wife and my kid are in England, I guess. I was already stressed to let them alone. Now, I’m in God knows what future, stuck with someone I don’t even know, with no idea on how to go back.”, he said,  his voice trembling a little this time.

 “You seem really young to have a kid.”, Joe tried to make him speak about his family, hoping it would calm him down a little. Well, he was hoping to think about something else as well.

 “I’m 25.”, John replied, sitting on the couch.

 Joe frowned. “I’m 25 too.”, he pointed out. “Maybe this is our first clue.”, he came to sit next to him. “Keep talking to me about you, John, about your family, about Queen, about Japan. Maybe I’ll think of something.”

 John raised his eyebrow but nodded. He explained his life to Joe, who tried to engrave the elements the bassist was giving him, hoping this messy puzzle would become a clear image in his mind. Yet, the musician was talking and talking, tenderly when it was about his wife and his son, passionately about Queen and his music, inspired about Japan. Joe was not particularly fond of rock and roll and the band’s music, even if he knew some of their biggest hits, but it was a real pleasure to listen to John. His nosy voice and his British accent, the way he was standing on the couch, shyly smiling while talking, Joe could not help but have a good feeling about him. And eventually, dream or not, he was glad this was happening to him, even if he still had no clue on how and why this had occurred.

 At the end of the afternoon, John stomach started to make strong noises and Joe realized he had not even offered him something to eat. He stood up and phoned the Japanese restaurant at the corner of the street to be delivered some specialties from the country of the rising sun. Very soon, a man rang at the door and the food was served on the coffee table in front of the couch.

 John was delighted. He really loved Japan and to have food delivered was some kind of a science fiction movie to him, but again, he tried not to think about it. Inside the boxes was a tiny origami bird. He handed it to John.

 “I know it does not come directly from Japan, but maybe Robert will love it.”, he shrugged.

 “This is very thoughtful, thank you.”, John replied as he took it and put in inside the note book he always had with him. “I’m sure he will love it, when he will be older.”

 “Yeah, sure.”, the actor carried on, awkwardly passing his hand in his hair. “I’m sorry, John, really.”

 “Sorry? Why?”, John asked.

 “Sorry about all of this. I mean, you’re here and I don’t even know what to do. Maybe we will find something tomorrow, after we’ve slept a little. The day has been quite long and full of emotions.”, Joe stated.

 “Sounds like a plan to me.”, John agreed.

 Joe stood up to tidy up the dishes and the bassist followed him to help. Back in the kitchen, John looked around him again. All of this was so weird, all those machines, he wondered how they worked. Joe was loading his dishwasher and John smiled. Around his neck, his camera was still hanging. He looked at it and noticed there was one slot left before the end of the roll. He tried to place himself properly, holding the camera before him, trying to have Joe in his shot.

 “Joe?”, he asked.

 “Yup”, the other replied and suddenly closed his eyes because of the flash. He heard the roll make a weird noise inside the camera.

 “It was the last one.”, John said, looking at his camera. “I hope it will be nice.”

 Again, Joe did not know what to reply. They headed back to the living room, where the actor gave the musician extra sheets for him to sleep, or at least try, on the couch.

 “I will be in my bedroom. Just call me if there is anything wrong or if you need anything.”, Joe told him, trying not to yawn.

 “I will. Thank you, Joe. I would certainly still be totally lost without you.”, John replied.

 “Ah, don’t you worry. We will think of something tomorrow, for sure.”, he said, as they both went to bed.

 The following morning, when Joe opened his eyes, he had almost forgotten the stranger was still in his living room. He quickly got dressed and headed to the corridor, ready to face this new day and ready to find a solution for John. Yet, when he entered the room, it was all quiet. The sheets were still on the couch, but the musician was nowhere to be found. Joe called him and search his apartment but the man had merely vanished. Joe came back to sit in front the coffee table where they had diner the previous night. The situation was getting even weirder. John would certainly not have gone without a word. Or maybe he had not been given the choice? Or maybe it had all happened in his mind?

 Joe noticed another origami on the table, slightly bigger than the one he had found in one of the food boxes. He took it and laughed a little. The animal looked like an dinosaure, or maybe some creature like Godzilla. At the bottom, in a tiny handwriting was noted ‘Something to remember me by’.

 Maybe it had not all happened in his mind after all.

 ----------------------------------

 London, 2018.

 Joe Mazzello was hanging around in the set of the movie Bohemian Rhapsody. He had been picked to portray the bassist from Queen in the biopic about lead singer Freddie Mercury. In fact, the actor had been really convincing during the auditions. His knowledge about Queen and more precisely about John Deacon had really impressed.

 Joe had never mentioned it, but it had not been necessary for him to look up for much information about the bassist on the Internet. John and him had had a very long afternoon chatting together. Yet, the actor, still fearing he had dreamed it all, had never tried to get in touch with the musician. And he knew he was now retired, only willing to have a peaceful life with his family.

 Yet, Joe could not help but ask Brian May and Roger Taylor, quite active on the set, if John was going to appear at some point. The answer was always the same though. And the end of the filming was getting closer and closer. But Joe understood it. He was aware losing his dad when a teen and losing his best friend because of Aids had certainly been very hard situations to handle.

 Eventually, this was it. This was the end of the filming. Joe perfectly knew this feeling. He had been acting since forever it seemed. But with Bohemian Rhapsody, it was different. He now had the feeling he could really understand what they meant when they say ‘we are a family’ in the movie. He felt this way with his now friends but also co-stars. Rami, Lucy, Gwilym and of course Ben. All of them had become really close. Joe knew actors usually parted at the end of a filming, the feeling of sadness fading after a while, people checking on each other less and less regularly after a few weeks, but he knew this time, it was different. Joe could not explain it, but he knew those people were now real friends.

 On the very last day, as they were all together having a nice time, merely snacking and randomly talking, Brian came closer to Joe and handed him an envelope. Joe frowned a little but a smile appeared on his lips when the guitarist whispered in his ear :

 “This is from Deaky.”

 Joe hastily opened the envelope and unfolded the letter to read it at once.

 ‘Dear Joe,

 I’ve been thinking about this letter for quite a while, I must admit. But what would I say? How could I start? How?

 We both were 25 when we first met. I, too, thought I was completely mad when I woke up in a hotel room bed in Japan, back in 1976. But a few days later, I understood it was not the case at all.

 First, when I opened my note book, I found a little origami bird. This was your present for my son, Robert. I think he still has it. It was a gift from you, a friend who lend me a hand when I was lost.

 Second, the last slot from my roll. What was my surprise when I looked at all the pictures I had taken. All wonderful memories from Japan, its superbe nature, its typical buildings, the people I had met, the traditions I had tried to immortalize, but also ducks in a park. And you. You and I. In your kitchen, back (or forwards? I’m not even sure myself) in 2008. 10 years ago for us now.

 I think I know now why something happened that day. You and I were meant to meet. Destiny had decided to take my best friend way too soon, but when Bri and Rog told me about the movie, I thought of you at once. The kid from Jurassic Park. Back then, when we were in Central Park, it had made no sense for me. But when the movie came out in theaters I recognized you of course. And when my band mates came to me to speak about the actors who could portray my person, this was the expression I used, because I wanted no one else but you, kid. And they perfectly knew why, as I told them our very story a long time ago.

 Today, I’ve found my balance with my family and my retirement. Bri and Rog perfectly understand it, and I hope you do too, this is why I won’t come on the set. But I’m sure you and your partners have made an excellent work and that Queen’s music still has many years of success ahead.

 I hope nothing but the best for you, kid. And maybe we will meet again, who knows?

 Friendly yours,

 JR Deacon

 PS : I’ve left something in the envelope, just in case you would need some evidence of our meeting.’

 Joe finished reading and laughed. He looked more carefully in the envelop and something fell on the floor. He took it back and tears came to his eyes. This was the very last picture John had taken with this very roll in 2008. Joe and him were in his New York City’s kitchen, right after he had finished loaded the dishwasher. The two young men were clearly visible on the picture.

 “Oh my gosh.”, he eventually said.

 “What it is, buddy?”, Ben asked, a little concerned by the several emotions Joe had been showing.

 “This is quite a long and strange story, to be honest.”, Joe started to say.

 “39’, here we go again.”, Roger joked as he sat back on his chair to listen to the actor.

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*not my image, found on facebook*

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