#Maybe if I finish one of 'em someday I'll share it?

[whysamwhy123]

“Decide” for the wip ask thing!

Better late then never, so I'm finally getting to this now, thanks for sending this my way! As it happens, that word pops up in a lot of my WIPs, so brace yourself with a fuckton of snippets under the cut!

1)

(My most recent WIP and boy, is it a silly one. It's my flimsy excuse to write Fuckboy DG hitting on various members of the rosters, and striking out each time)

As he approaches her, Daniel tries to figure out what his opening line should be.

Hey, what's up, mommy? Your baby boy has arrived…

He’s one hundred percent sure that would work, obviously. But he decides to take a different approach.

2)

‘’You sure?’’

Hook’s back to squinting again. ‘’Why wouldn’t I be?’’

Orange decides to test his theory. ‘’I saw what’s going on with you and Brian.’’

Hook’s calm, I don’t give a shit demeanor breaks slightly. It’s only for a brief second, but Orange spots the glint in his eyes, the slight pursing of his lips, the tightening of his body language. He was right on the money.

‘’Yeah, it’s…whatever,’’ Hook says, trying to play it cool.

3)

‘’What is this?’’ he asks.

Hook wonders if that’s a trick question. His mind’s coming up blank though so he decides to answer literally. ‘’Uh. The sink?’’

‘’Oh, good, you know what that is,’’ Orange says. ‘’So, are you aware that most people use these things to clean dishes? Generally, after they’ve eaten and they’re all dirty, human beings will then wash them so that they can be used again. What a concept! Would you like to give it a try sometime?’’

(Sassy Bitch OC strikes again)

4)

‘’Bros before hoes,’’ Zay said, firm.

Daniel rolled his eyes. ‘’What, are we in high school?’’

‘’Nah, ‘cause you never had hoes in high school,’’ Zay grinned afterwards, earning himself a glare from Daniel.

Daniel decided not to correct Isiah and instead he looked back in Julia’s direction. God, she was so fucking hot. He had to have her - he just had to.

(I'm sure nothing bad could come of this. Nope, I'm sure nothing bad happens to Daniel in this fic, nothing whatsoever 🙂🙂🙂)

5)

(Disclaimer - Hook is high as a kite in this fic. Orange is not. Oh, the humanity...)

Orange decides to take a different approach. ‘’You know what would be really fun?’’

Hook legitimately gasps. ‘’What?!’’ he asks, looking up at him with those wide red eyes.

‘’If we went to bed. Right now.’’

Hook giggles. ‘’We are in bed…’’

‘’Then let’s get some sleep, huh?’’

Hook grins. ‘’Don’t wanna.’’

6)

Orange’s head slowly turns, his first movement since Hook dropped the bomb on him. Fear shoots ice through Hook’s veins. But when he meets his eyes, he doesn’t look mad. His face is weirdly neutral. But then the cracks start to show. A slight crease in his forehead. A grim, sad little glint in his eye. He opens his mouth but the only sound that comes out is a terse exhale. His mouth opens and closes a couple more times, as though he can’t decide what to say.

Hook braces himself for whatever’s about to happen.

(Uh oh, did Hook do something baaaaaaaad? Something he regrets? Something that would make his boyfriend upset?🙂🙂🙂)

7)

Eventually, Daniel decided he’d done enough, laid the groundwork as best as he could. So the next time he and Julia found themselves alone, he just straight up asked her if she wanted to head back to his hotel room later, after the show.

He didn’t know what he was expecting. But what Julia said in response - the request she made - left him completely stunned.

(This is, in fact, a different fic from the other Daniel/Julia snippet. But arguably both ideas are equally awful and embarrassing on my part 😬)

[gastcrrific]

fifth member - chapter 2: doing alright

a/n: okay we're gonna step up the game here.... a bit more detail to the reader will also be revealed! this chapter could just be a filler and will be mostly(?) consisting of y/n and deaky.

disclaimer: history itself is connected but they're not really precise! what would be true will be the more known events (i.e. rainbow '74, live aid, some various anecdotes, etc. etc.)

contains: something soft? freddie being the biggest wingman ever

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Waking up earlier before the sun is always a surreal experience. Consistently, you're awake before Deaky. You would occasionally pull out your sketchbook and draw out the view by outside of your flat when the sun starts peeking.

You were a major in arts and design, as you also loved working with colors. It was painful to not encounter your best friend much often in class since he studied in electrical engineering, knowing that you won't do well with it.

Pouring yourself a cup of tea, you set it by your table in front of your bed, which was right by a window capturing the usual view.

You flip through the pages of your sketchbook, contently observing each work that you have done. You get to the recent page, and it made you tug a small smile.

It was a drawing of you and Deaky sitting on a bench, looking at the stars. You bit your bottom lip gently, doubting that the scenario will ever happen.

Out of every sketch you've done, you never showed him that.

Softly sighing, you shook your head and flipped to a new blank page and roughly sketched the street.

Some time passed, the sun has finally come to say hi, and you hear John yawning which made you look back at the sight of him stretching his whole body. "Morning, Deaks." You smiled at him, finished with your sketch, as you closed the book. You stood up to help him get rid of his sleepy phase.

He nodded as he has a soft grin on his face, standing up carefully to hug you. Taken aback, you gave in and buried your face in his chest, the smile never leaving your faces. Even though he was shirtless, your cheeks warmed up red but John never suspected it. His hearty sigh made you a soft mess, as he rested his chin on your head.

Later it felt like a good 2 minutes or so, both of you parted away and smiled stupidly at each other.

"That felt nice... thanks for the booster, Y/N." He ruffled your H/C hair which made you pout. Your eyes follow him to the small kitchen as he pulled out 2 pairs of bread to toast. "I suppose you haven't took breakfast yet?" You shook your head no, arms crossed. "I wouldn't risk burning the flat down even if we're already moving to Freddie's." You sat back down on the seat you've previously taken. You didn't do well on cooking, but there's always a place for practice. Deaky chuckled, finally finished preparing the meal.

He placed two glasses of water and the plate of cheese on toast by your table and grabbed a piece. You followed and did the same. The two of you were discussing about when will you pack and move to Freddie's flat, along with some various topics as well.

After completing your breakfast, you stood up and took the plate and glasses to the sink to wash it. This time, John followed, resting his hand on the counter as he watched you. Without hesitation he began, "Have you ever fancied someone yet?" his tone was timid, and his eyes were focused on the floor now.

The question caught you off guard, which made you space out for a second. You finish washing the dishes, you turned off the faucet and turned to face him.

"I'm sorry, B, I shouldn't have asked–"

"No, no, Deaks, it's okay..."

Gently, you brought your hand up to trace his jawline to his chin, using your index and middle finger before tilting his head to have him focus on you. Your cheeks once again got heated up, from both his flustered expression and his bare look. The silence went on for a few moments.

You whispered sincerely, "...I'm not seeing anyone else at the moment.."

Deaky nods while he's lost in your E/C orbs, suddenly caressing your cheek. By every second, the two of you inch closer, lips nearly connecting.

But before you knew it, the telephone from the bedside table rang which made the both of you turned your heads towards the alarming object.

"Maybe another time we can... discuss this, John. I'll go get the phone." You anxiously bit your lip, rushing to answer it.

He sighed and closed his eyes in relief, nodding with a small hum as he pursed his lips.

Your fingers met playing with the cord, as you answer, "Hello, this is Y/N."

"Hey there darling! It's Freddie, I was just wondering when will you and Deaky are coming here."

"Oh! Um," You stalled and looked at your best friend to ask when. Making eye contact, he quickly inspected the wall clock, reading 6:58 AM.

"Tell him that we'll go at 7:30, we still have to pack, right?" You replied with a nod, passing the message to the lead singer. On the other side of the line he agreed and bid farewell, you did the same.

Deaky threw a shirt with a brown leather jacket on, he had already brought out your and his bags, also packing his own clothes together with other necessities. You followed and eventually complete the task.

Taking a glance at the clock again, it reads 7:25 AM.

With your friend wearing his bag and his instrument case, you made sure the two of you are ready to go.

The walk to the flat was only 5 minutes away.

"Have you written your first song yet?" You try to break the tension. John shook his head no with a small 'mm-mm', "Still haven't thought about it... How about you?"

You shook your head no too. "I don't have a single idea for it. Maybe someday, we both will..." He agreed.

Finally arriving at the destination, you gently knock the wooden door and it had opened by itself to reveal the magnificent Freddie Mercury.

Flashing a grin, he greeted, "There you are two! Come on in, dears, I'll show you 'round." You and Deaky smiled back as you set your feet inside his neat, welcoming flat. It was only the three of you present, no Roger or Brian just yet. After it had been a moment, you have gotten to the spare room.

"This is the only vacant room I have, so darlings I hope you can agree to share the bed." Freddie teased as you all went inside, which resulting John to blush, unable to protest. Luckily you immediately confirmed, "We'll manage, Freddie! Don't pinch on our noses like that!" The singer finally went off to mind his own business, leaving the two of you with a cocky smirk.

Completing several minutes of unpacking, you flop down on the nice, fluffy bed, which made your body bounce a bit. Your friend finished a minute late, though he asked, "Do you want me to ask him when are the other two coming over?" Thankful for his politeness, you nod your head yes with a small smile plastered on your face.

A few seconds passed and he came back in, he announced "They'll be here at dinner onwards." You replied with a hum, adjusting yourself in bed. The time on the clock caught your eye, which read 7:42. "Don't you wanna lie down and rest? We did woke up real early..." You suggested, now lying on your side.

"Actually yeah, I'd love to." He removed his jacket and switched to a more comfortable attire before joining in with you. The size of the bed was perfect and had enough room to possibly cuddle.

With the weird tension flaming up again, Deaky shyly asked,

"Are you okay with cuddles, Y/N...?"

Your eyes widened yet answered with a gentle, quiet tone, "Of course the hell I am! How on earth I wouldn't love 'em?" He happily laughs, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. You did the same as you buried your face in his chest and giggled.

This was the first time you two slept together in one bed since 17 years.

Your eyes got heavier, though you let yourself fall to sleep. John was still awake, playing with your hair carefully. Later on, he whispered his thoughts out loud, but not loud enough to wake you up.

"I really wish you're mine and I'm yours, B. But I'm just a coward to tell you..."

"You're precious, you mean so much to me..."

"...That's why I love you so much. I mean it."

He continued fiddling with your H/C locks, as his mood was blue.

Suddenly the room's door creaked open, revealing a curious, yet concerned Freddie. "Is she asleep?"

Deaky nods, pursing his lips, keeping his eye fixated on you.

Freddie sneaks quietly over to him, "Do you love her?" He nods again with a hum. "You should tell her someday." John sighs, "If only I can..."

"She loves you, dear. Believe me, John."

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