#freddie mercury x john deacon

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

excuse me?????? when did this happen??????

[eileen-crys]

Happy 49th wedding anniversary to John and Veronica Deacon! 🥰✨️👑💕

No smooches or sugary things this year (yet! 👀) but this time I wanted to finally grab the occasion to redraw this wedding meme that @anne-white-star sent me a long time ago, as the Johnica wedding! I'm sure you know the silly anecdote of Freddie bursting in the church with a feather boa, holding Mary and Kash at his arms 😅 so here we are, with Roger, Brian and Freddie taking a goofy picture with the newlyweds John and Veronica 🥰

I know, this is nothing crazy and I still prefer my previous arts for their wedding anniversary, but I still hope you'll enjoy this and stay tuned for a new artwork soon 💕

👉🏻 And don't forget to check out @johnica-weeks and the new fandom event! 👈🏻

Please don't repost without credits! Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated 💜 This art is protected by Glaze.

[magickcandie]

Brian May x Fem!Reader

You and Brian got together quietly. You decided not to tell the band and went by that. You were already friends with Brian and came by quite often, so some things didn’t have to change.

You never thought Roger to be interested in you. Sure he was close, but he seemed close to every one of his friends. That was until Brian pulled you aside one afternoon.

“Please, don’t flirt back with Roger.”

“What? I don’t flirt with him.” You crossed your arms accusingly.

“No, no, you don’t. He does to you. Have you really not noticed?”

You shrugged. “No I guess not. I’ve always been so focused on you. I never -”

“Brimi! I was wondering where you were hiding Y/N. Come dance with me.” Roger appeared around the corner, already tugging on your arm.

Brian raised his eyebrows at you, reaching for your other elbow. “I’m talking with her, Roger. Can’t you just… wait?”

Wait?

“You’re so boring.” He directed to Brian. “Come find me if you actually want to have fun.” Roger disappeared just as quickly as he appeared.

“Oh.”

“Oh.” Brian repeated after you.

“Well we could always tell them? Or at least Roger?”

“No! I just… not yet?”

You shrugged again. “Okay. Well let’s go dance!”

You took Brian by the hand, leading him to where it was most busy. Somehow he thought if there were more people there, less people would be looking at him. Besides, he wasn’t much of a smoker and didn’t drink enough to just sit by the bar.

As the night got older, Roger got drunker, therefore he tried harder.

Brian walked away for moment to help Freddie, who wanted to cry, because he dropped his crown somewhere and couldn’t find it. “Have I ever told you how pretty you are, Y/N?”

“Uh… no?” You took a drink of the watered down alcohol in your glass.

“How come you danced with tree man and not with me? Aren’t I pretty too?”

You kept drinking to stop yourself from laughing. Tree man. “Yes, Rog, you’re pretty. I just want to hang around Bri.”

“Come dance with me.”

This time you let yourself be pulled by Roger. You stood as far back as you could, hands barely on his shoulders and the two of you swayed.

“You’re drunk. I’m sure Fred would let you sleep in one of the rooms. Come on. I’ll take you too bed.”

You helped him wade through the halls to find an unoccupied bedroom. During the walk, you encountered Brian and Freddie (who was looking into a flower pot… that was full to the rim in soil.)

“What are you doing with that poor dear?” Freddie asked you.

“He’s- ”

“Y/N’s going to bed with meee.”

Your eyes went straight to Brian’s, hoping your expression made it clear. Thankfully, you could tell he did understand.

“Well have fun you two.” Freddie waved you off. “Brian… it’s not in the pot.”

You decided to let off a chuckle at that, continuing to drag Roger down the hall. Eventually you found a room, and carefully, as best as you could, helped lay him down.

“I really like you, Y/N.”

“Thank you.”

“Did you say thank you!?”

“Go to sleep,” you said instead, dodging the question.

You stayed with him for the next five minutes before stepping out into the hall. You waited for Brian and almost falling asleep yourself.

“How was he?”

You looked up and saw a tired Brian. He sat down on the floor next to you.

“He’s drunk. I don’t know how much he’ll actually remember.” You leaned against his shoulder. “He called you tree man.”

Brian laced your hands together, and next thing you knew, the two of your were asleep there on the floor.

That next morning, Freddie’s house cleared out except for the occasional people asleep in random places.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” Roger said once you all got together.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you would’ve done the same for me.”

Roger extended his arms out for a hug but you pretended not to notice by stretching and walking past him to talk with Brian.

“Oh come on, Y/N!”

“What?”

“Have you really not noticed any of my advances?” You looked at Brian. “Why do you keep looking at him?”

Brian sighed when you dig your elbow into his side. “Y/N is my girlfriend, Rog.”

It took awhile for the news to reach him. He stood quietly and unmoving.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Bri! I didn’t know, honest.”

“It’s fine, really. We weren’t telling people.” You said.

“Roger, darling! How was your night with Y/N?” Freddie looked to you and the now embarrassed drummer.

“It wasn’t like that.” Roger said quietly.

“No? Then what did happen?”

“Y/N is with Brian.”

It took Freddie the same amount of time as it took Roger. The same blank stare, his eyes darting between the three of you.

“I’m so sorry, loves! I never meant such nasty things. I hope you forgive me.”

“Ah, don’t worry, Fred. We just didn’t want to tell people yet.” Brian said, now comfortably reaching for your hand.

“Well I’m happy for you two.”

“Me too. I think you’ll be good for him.” Roger added to Freddie’s statement.

John made it later in the morning. “I’m sorry for coming so late. Ronnie and I went home last night.”

“Did you know about Brian and Y/N?” Freddie immediately asked.

“Yeah. They weren’t really doing a good job at hiding it. I just didn’t say anything because it seemed like they weren’t telling people.” John shrugged, as if this was news that was well known. He started to make coffee.

You laughed aloud. Of course John knew. Now the entire band knew, and that took off a lot of weight that you two were carrying.

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Queen [E. M]

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: Eddie hates the sudden crush you're having for a celebrity and when you find out why it turns out to be the cutest thing in the world

A/N: okay I have to confess that this one shot it's pure self-indulgence because I have been so obsessed with Queen lately

I liked them a lot when I was a teenager and I think this love had only been dormant in me, lmao

Anyways this is short but I hope you like it!

Eddie walked around the cafeteria, looking around at you. When he found you, you were holding a magazine in your hands and as he walked towards you, he swore he heard a sigh of love.

"Hey, girl," he exclaimed as he plopped down next to you, watching you jump startled.

“Hi,” you said excitedly, as you closed the magazine and put it aside. Eddie took the opportunity to glance sideways and he couldn't contain an annoyed groan when he saw the cover. It had Queen, the group you've been obsessed with lately.

"Seeing that band again?"

"Yes!" you replied, not noticing the annoyed tone your friend had used "I found this magazine at Mitch's stand near my house, can you believe it?" you exclaimed, as you opened it to a certain page. Eddie rolled his eyes when he saw the photograph on it.

"That blond again?"

Roger Taylor.

Eddie vaguely knew the group, he had seen them on television and he didn't dislike them, he could even say that he liked some songs. But now it was different, because your fascination was directly proportional to the hatred he had for them. He didn't even have a valid reason, he just felt extremely angry that you liked them so much. It was difficult to understand and much more difficult to explain. But of all, the one he hated the most was Roger.

“He's not just a blonde, he's the most handsome man on earth. Just look at it!” you screeched, showing him the photo. "I'm in something like a fan club and they just sent me these pictures of them in Brazil, look at them," you continued, handing him three small polaroids. There were two groups and one with just the bassist and drummer “He looks so handsome in white. And he just looks at her hair and her smile and her eyes…”

"Isn't this guy like 40 years old?"

“36!” you corrected him, completely offended.

"Which means he could be your father."

"And what does that matter?" you insisted “If he were here right now, I would let him do with me what he wanted”

“Y/N!” Eddie exclaimed, suddenly modest, but you giggled.

“I could literally melt from how hot he is, have you seen him as a young man? With that long hair that looks so soft. I swear I could…”

"Hello!" Dustin greeted, arriving just in time to prevent you from saying another obscenity out loud. Eddie felt completely ashamed of your thoughts. Sure he knew what sex was and he had a couple of dirty magazines in his bedroom, but it felt so weird to hear you saying those things.

The matter faded as lunch progressed, but he still felt strange looking at the magazine and photos lying next to you, a feeling he tried to ignore.

The days passed, then the weeks, and Eddie felt calmer when you hardly even talked about the rock band. Only an occasional mention or when you took off your headphones and because of the volume so high he managed to hear a little of one of their songs.

Until one day he was waiting for you outside your house to go for a walk and you approached with the biggest smile you've ever had. Eddie thought you were excited to see him until he saw a cassette in your hand and he was oddly disappointed.

"Check out what I just bought!" you exclaimed euphorically, without even greeting him, while you showed him the little plastic box that had The Works written on it accompanied by an image of four men "I'm going to put it on your stereo"

“Hello to you too, how are you? I'm fine, thanks for asking,” he said wryly, but you just laughed softly. The first song started playing when Eddie was already driving down the street; It was something disco.

"Oh, this song was written by Roger," you told him excitedly. It was catchy and good, but Eddie wasn't going to admit it and decided to say something impolite instead.

"Didn't he also write a super weird fuck-a-car song?"

"What? Nope!" you laughed "It's called I'm in love with my car and it's like, huh, a metaphor"

"I repeat, it's weird and that guy is weird too," he snorted, but you didn't register his angry tone because you were too busy nodding your head to the beat of the music.

You had decided that you would go for ice cream and so you did. For most of the afternoon you were talking and talking, while Eddie just ate his ice cream and answered in monosyllables. You thought it was just a passing thing but he kept silent even on the way to your house, which if he was out of the ordinary.

"Why are you so quiet, Ed?" you asked, genuinely interested.

“It's nothing” he lied, even though you knew it wasn't. He reached for you and you thought he would hug you, but instead he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a cassette which he reluctantly tossed into your lap. “I recorded that song for you. I hope you still want to hear that kind of stuff now that you're a Queen fan,” he muttered without much encouragement. But you smiled when you realized what was happening.

“Is this why you are mad? Is it because I like Queen now?”

"I'm not mad," he defended himself, but his crossed arms and the pout on his lips said something else.

When you looked more closely at the cassette you realized that it was covered in purple foil and had both your name and his written in that boy's ragged handwriting.

So in a second everything seemed to click and you understood why Eddie was upset every time you listened to the band or talked about your crush. He wasn't angry, he was jealous.

"God, it can't be, are you worried that I'll stop listening to your music because I like Queen?" you said, trying not to sound mocking, but with a smile you couldn't hide.

"Again I don't know what you're talking about, please go now, it's late and your parents are going to be angry"

"Ed, you can't be serious," you insisted. The whole thing was so silly "Or is it that you're mad because I like Roger?"

“I already told you it's nothing! OK?" he muttered. He really looked upset and you felt bad for a moment, until you heard him speak again “I don't even understand what you see in that guy. He just plays drums and he's white, it's not a big deal” he said grumbling “And lately you just talk and talk about him and how handsome he is and all that shit and he's like 20 years older than you!”

If it had been someone else, you probably would have laughed and told him to go to hell. But it turns out that the one who was sick with jealousy at your crush on a rockstar was your best friend, the same guy who was trying to be a rockstar himself and didn't want to share the job with anyone else. That's why you found the whole thing totally cute.

“Eddie, what the hell are you talking about? I like him, yes, but it's not like he's my next-door neighbor to run away with. He's thousands of miles away from here because he's a fucking Brit who has a huge bunch of fans just like me. And besides, he's married and has kids,” you laughed, punctuating this last part.

And suddenly Eddie felt so dumb. He was being an idiot being jealous of someone you didn't even know and wouldn't know anytime soon and all because he had a bit of a crush on you and hated it when someone else stole your attention. He wanted you at band rehearsals, hearing and complimenting their songs, but that need for attention had gone too far. So he continued to fold his arms and fled from your gaze, but this time out of sheer embarrassment.

"Eddie, could you at least look at me?" said. You were very persistent and he knew it, so he had no choice but to turn to see you. You weren't the least bit upset, on the contrary, you looked the most amused "Does that calm your jealousy a bit?"

"I'm not jealous" he spat, as if you had just done him the worst offense in the world, but you kept talking with that smile on your face.

“Well, in case you were jealous, I have to tell you that you have nothing to worry about. I prefer guitarists, before drummers”

"Really?" he asked, oddly hopeful, but still feeling like an idiot.

"Of course! There is one in particular with very nice curls and brown eyes” you exclaimed. Eddie let go of that angry frown and smiled at this, almost blushing, “His name is Brian May, do you know him? He is part of the band Queen”

"Okay, now get out of the car and go home," he said suddenly, returning to that frown that made you laugh out loud.

"I'm kidding! Obviously I mean you” you exclaimed, approaching him and putting one of your hands on his arm to ease the tension “Corroded coffin will always be my favorite band and I'll be at every concert. And you will always be my favorite musician, I promise you,” you said sweetly, as you closed the distance further and hugged him. That's when he relented and wrapped both hands around you as he breathed in the scent of your hair. Even though it was already clear that it was nonsense, he felt calmer now “What do you say we listen to that song together, huh? I want to know what my pretty boy wrote,” you continued. Eddie wanted to die because you had called him yours and pretty in the same sentence.

Without waiting for an answer you took the cassette and placed it delicately in the player, still with your body leaning against his to assure him that you were serious.

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It wasn't metal, it was just Eddie playing the acoustic guitar from his room as he sang in a soft, husky voice. The song spoke of friendship, love, and joy. From a person who was lucky to have another and didn't want to lose them. As the words echoed through the car, your head rested on the boy's chest, and your arm wrapped around his body, a tender smile spread across your face. And so you stayed for a long time, just enjoying the warmth and affection that Eddie emanated.

[harlansthoughts]

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

[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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[psychedeliagroove]

I’m having a Bob Dylan phase

[kamildawww]

Happy Pride Month everyone!

i'm sooo sorry that i draw so little, a lot of things are happening in my life right now, but i will try to draw something if possible! ^^

please, take care and love yourself matter what, be proud and know that you're loved!!! <333

and about the drawing. i drew my queen flower au; i hope you like it. i hope i didn't offend anyone..  anyways, take care y'all, love and proud of you all!! <33

[the-autistic-vulcan]

Rogerina

"oh, what a dreamy girl!" he thought, "to have an angel like her and call her my own"

[imeternallylove]

Don't grow up, it's a trap - Brian May; Prologue

Pairing: Brian May x Reader

Warning: none

Word: approx 1.3k

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If he knew he had grown up this way.

Perhaps it was preferable to be a youngster who knew nothing except eating, playing, and napping.

People beings grow up in many civilizations. Some are born under a lucky star and are unaware that there is a demon named afflictive and wounded existing in this universe. However, certain persons who were raised. No, it should be called 'lived on their own' 一will have a higher level of immunity than others.

That does not imply their goodness. But it was an essential weapon for survival when facing tough times; it was intended just for anybody like him who lived below the poverty line. It kept on threatening his life, shattering every piece of his bone and cruelly smashing them to the ground. Despite being awake, it seemed like a terror nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.

'Brian May' is an uncommon boy. However, it isn't actually noteworthy. It sounds tricky, doesn't it? But that was his life after his parents' disappearance due to debt, while the whole town was during the world war.

The boy recalled the hectic circumstances at home throughout that extended period of time, and how they remained to be that way, over and over. He nearly lost sight of the definition of happiness and the proper way to smile or laugh.

Delicious food was once the thing on each evening dinner table, but that is starting to change. There were just grilled potatoes obtainable lately, and the soup was given as a side dish to enhance the flavour of the tasteless potatoes that had to be consumed all in one bowl, for the whole family.

He heard his parents arguing constantly, and headphones ended up being his best buddy by default. However, that is not nearly as unpleasant as hearing the creditors' relentless pounding on the door, who appear prepared to burst in at any moment if they are serious about it.

Only in the closet could sixteen-year-old Brian give a hug to his younger sister. With her head pressed against his chest, he protected her even though he was conscious that he wouldn't be able to stop the door from breaking in. After their parents made the decision to disappear without a trace since they had creditors pursuing them. From that moment on, Brian's biggest duty towards his younger sister has been to be strong for her, even when it meant leaving only tears on her cheeks.

Yes, he understands that his parents weren't abandoning him or his younger sister. Nevertheless, it seems that things happened this way because they had to leave this environment. Because his parents are unaware of how creditors would make demands for money if they were there. Which was probably worse than the hammering at the house door, which scared the hell out of him and his sister and made them afraid to leave.

A sixteen-year-old boy whose sole pursuits in life are music and education. To continue living his realities, he had to give go of his fantasies. Give up on the band, put the handmade guitar in the cupboard, and start working a part-time job after school.

For a young boy who had never experienced hardship before, he was unsure about what to do with the remaining money and where it would take him and his sister. However, it was lucky that the uncle next door, who was a neighbour, constantly prepared meals for him. And thus, day by day, he and his sister lived. 'Betty May' is still quite young. Brian does not want his younger sister to have to worry about this. But he had no idea what to do. Because additional money is insufficient, he will soon have to pay tuition. He is unlikely to be able to provide for himself and his younger sister financially. However, requesting a loan from a neighbour, like Uncle David, would be excessive.

Brian sensed he was in trouble. However, seeking assistance from others should be done in moderation.

Humans have a tendency to do dumb things when they feel hopeless. Yes, Brian feels this is the case. When he sat looking at the square screen with his hands on the keyboard in a computer lesson, his friend from the computer science department was overjoyed to show him it was a prototype. He looked like he suffered from a lack of sleep while learning how to use with.

The sixteen-year-old boy stared at it for a moment before writing the tragic tales of his own life on a blank page, and thanks to his highest grade at Imperial College, he had the kind privilege of receiving a tiny article published in the newspapers for the entire city of London, which has at least three million readers per day.

Brian couldn't recall what he had written, and he didn't want to. It might be filled with disappointment in life, what he was excellent at, or the whole agony that has been suppressed in his heart. Asking for help in vain and not knowing whether anyone will respond with a boy who has no idea who they are and no interest in life.

But it wasn't too horrible. When God told him to believe in, 'the miracles' one more time.

Not long afterward, the professor contacted him to schedule an appointment. He said that someone had seen his letter in the newspapers and offered to help with schooling and monthly expenditures, even if it was a small amount. So he asked Brian if he still needed lend a hand in helping, because here was his opportunity.

The boy was dumbfounded by what he had heard. He was thinking about hitting himself in the face once to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Is it truly feasible for somebody to reach out and support kids who do not know who they are? Brian sat calmly for quite some time, and his professor was silent, indicating that Brian, his student, wanted to concentrate.

Brian was still half believing and half unbelieving. It wasn't until he received a cheque with credit to cash at the bank, along with a huge shopping bag with a pair of black and light brown suit-and-tie sets and black leather shoes. He noticed a pair of freshly released flower pattern shift dresses for ladies in other bags, as well as maroon Mary-Jane heels, with a short message and charming calligraphy expressing delight in him and Betty, which the tall boy could guess was from whom.

The boy finally discovered the world wasn't all devils around him. Who were these people? How did the benefactors who saved his and his sister's lives appear? The boy was confident that they were angels. The boy vividly recalls the emotion of the first moment; even the corners of his eyes turned blazing red and his younger sister had to hold and soothe him.

Brian returned to see his professor the next day, this time wearing a new pair of gleaming black leather shoes. After staying up all night wondering, 'Why are the benefactors so kind?', he was keen to find out who the wonderful person was who rescued him and his sister from the demon hordes. Why did they decide to help? Because even if the entire world is full of lack of thoroughness, and depth of character and he is much too young to confront it, that person seems not to be concerned whether the message he has written is a falsehood or real.

As his professor consultant was done with some papers, he smiled softly as he informed his student. "Her name is Y/N..."

Brian fails to control himself; he gasps suddenly with his mouth open and barely knows how to breathe, just because he eventually discovered their name, noㅡ her name.

"Miss Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N."

oh hi

[lady-maracas]

Make me yours

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Word count: 2,7k

Warnings: None, just fluff. Some swearing. I wrote this in first person. Also, story takes place in 1967. Love xxx.

Masterlist

//

I probably have the best friend in the whole world, you can't change my mind. And 'why?' you would ask? The answer is easy. He takes care of me, puts his happiness before mine (even though I tell him not to) and he's always been there for me, in my worst and best moments.

And I wouldn't want it any other way.

We met when we were kids. Both of us were alone on the first school day. As soon as we met each other's eye, we knew we would become the bestest of friends. He was the golden retreiver and I was the black cat. He was ready to play and go outside at anytime of the day. And me? I'd rather stay at home and just stand there. But the huge contrast between our personalities is what brought us together. Since that day, we were inseparable. Even though we've had some pretty bad arguments, awful even, we always found each other back. He was there for me and I was there for him. Attached at the hip.

Today, I turned 18. He promised he'd take me down to the pub for my first (legal) drink. Honestly, I would've much prefered if we'd stayed home and had a quiet night but, what's wrong with having a little fun once in a while? I kicked myself to take a shower and finally started to get ready. I chose the most comfortable (but still cute) outfit I had, because if I get wasted, might as well be comfortable because it's going to be one hell of a night.

As soon as I was ready, I heard a soft knocking on my front door. I ran (literally) to unlock the door for him. I didn't even have time to open it completely, he smiled as soon as he saw me.

"Hey, birthday girl!" I don't know where he found all this energy, especially when it's that late at night. But the smile he gave me was adorable.

"Hi, I'm ready in just a second!" I left the door open for him to step in the house. Lucky him, my parents weren't there, because they'd probably have started one of their endless conversations with him. They just loved him, to which I'm not complaining. But, usually, as soon as he enters the house, they start asking him millions of questions. I pity him.

I took a final look at myself in the full-length mirror in the hall and turned back to him.

"You're going out wearing that?" He eyed me up and down and pointed at my outfit. I normally would've laughed in his face, but now I only wanted to jump at him.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I snapped at him. The small comment didn't make me laugh at all. In fact, it felt more like an insult. I looked down at my sleeveless top and long skirt, I didn't see what was the problem with it.

He raised his hands up in surrender, probably realizing just now that his comment wasn't appreciated. "Sorry, no harm intended, but if you wanted to get yourself a date tonight, might consider changing into something a little more...". I didn't let him finish his sentence.

"I don't need a man, Rog. Don't you know me at all?" I walked past him. I bumped his shoulder (maybe on purpose...) and headed straight out of my house. It's when I reached outside that I realized he did not follow me. When I turned back to him, I saw him staring back at me. "Are you coming or what? The drinks aren't gonna drink themselves." To that, I made my way to his old van.

//

The place was packed. I think the entire town was here. Lucky for me, that meant I’d meet a lot of people. But it also meant I had to make conversation to meet said people. That I was less excited about. Roger and I found a vacant place at the bar and both took a seat.

“What can I get you two?” The bartender immediately asked us. The service was amazing. We both got our drinks and started sipping (I personally drank in one go) and looked around. Everyone was talking loud, dancing, drinking, throwing up. Ew. I made a face and turned to my best friend.

“Did you see that? It’s disgusting! Please, if I get drunk tonight, stop me before I go that far.” I leaned into him. I spoke loudly to make sure he heard me over the sound of those miserable souls.

“You can count on me.” He gave me a quick wink, in return, I scrunched up my nose at him.

I spotted a young man, about a year or two older than me, from his spot at the other end of the bar. I wasn't close enough, but he was gorgeous. His raven black hair stood out in the crowd and I felt crushed under his gaze. He smiled slightly at me, and I did the same. I was tempted to walk his way, I completely forgot I was socially awkward. But I stopped myself.

"There's a guy looking at me." I mumbled to Roger who, surprisingly, was more focused on his drink than the older girls making eyes at him.

"Who?" He snapped his head up, looking around to find out who I was talking about. "That guy over there?" He pointed over his shoulder at the man himself.

"Yes, the guy over there! Now stop pointing at him!" I pushed his shoulder, and he, stumbled back dramaticly.

"He seems like an asshole, Y/N." He took a last glance at him and turned back to me, grabbing my shoulders.

"Should I go talk to him? Get his number?" I completely ignored him and kept staring at the man.

"No!" My best friend said, a little too loudly. I don't know why he was suddenly so protective, because back home, he seemed okay with me finding someone tonight. Apparently he changed his mind.

"M-okay..." I don't think I had the energy to go talk to him. 'What would I even say?'. I decided it was best if I didn't, so I turned back to my drink.

"It's your first night here, Y/N. You'll meet a lot of other men here. Just take it easy and enjoy your first night at a pub. Wouldn't want a wanker to ruin it for you, huh?" Roger asked me. He was right. I didn't think about this but, this is my first time here. There will be plenty of other times.

"I need to go to the bathroom, watch the drinks and don't get into any trouble." He looked me in the eye as if he didn't trust me.

"Yes, relax! I'll just stay here, dying of boredom." I rolled my eyes when he left.

I didn't have time to think about my next move, because I felt a light tapping on my shoulder. I quickly turned around to be met with the man. He had the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen in my entire life. He was really pretty.

"Hi, sorry for bothering you but, I saw you staring at me and...well I wanted to know if I could buy you a drink?" He shyly said. Adorable.

"Sure!" I beamed at him. At least tried to, I wansn't used to make conversation with strangers.

"I wasn't sure if you'd agree. But then I saw your boyfriend left, so..." He called the bartender over so we could both order our drinks.

"No need to worry, he's not my boyfriend. At times I don't even want to call him a friend." Bullshit, I know. I had a few drinks in me, and I was extremely nervous around the stranger. I definitely didn't mean what I said.

After making small talk over our drinks. I started to worry because it had been a couple minutes Roger had left. But then I saw him taking a smoke outside, and I would be lying if I said I didn't want to join him right now. When I turned around, I was nose to nose with the stranger. I gasped a little and stared into his green eyes.

"Come with me." He said and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of my seat.

"What? Where." I looked around for help because the shy man I had met a couple minutes ago was totally gone. The only thing that was left was a scary man that squeezed my arm tightly.

"To the bathroom." He led me on.

"No! I don't want to. Let me go!" I tried my best to get out of his grip. I could've twisted and turned my arm, but nothing worked. He still kept walking.

"Stop screaming or I'll give you a real reason to scream." He whipped his head back at me.

"What don't you understand in 'let me go' you wanker?" Oh, finally.

"Mind your own buisness, asshole!" The stranger yelled.

The only thing I heard was Roger chuckling because a second later, he was jumping at the man (literally). He didn't let him escape, he threw him to the floor and started throwing punches his way. Needless to say a crowd had formed around the two. Some were spurring them on, others gasped each time Rogers fist collided with the mans face.

"Roger, for the love of god stop it!" I told him. And he stopped. He looked at me, pupils blown, and his fist up in the air, ready to throw another punch.

"Just stop! Oh my god!" I took his arm to help him off the guy and lead him outside the pub.

"What is wrong with you!?" I snapped at him as soon as I felt the cold evening air hit my face.

"What is wrong with me? I told you to be careful! I was just trying to help!" He spat. "The guy was about to rape you and you think I would've let it happen?!"

"No! Of course not but there was a hundred of other ways you could've stopped him." My voice became a little softer.

"I knew taking you out was a bad idea. I just wanted to make you happy, you know?" He ran one of his bloody hands through his hair.

"Well you didn't!" I let out, a little too quickly. I was really glad he took me out for my birthday.

"Ouch," He mumbled.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Do you know how much it hurts to see you so oblivious? It's not like I'm trying to hide it!" He kept yelling at me. I haven't seen him this angry in a long time.

"Oblivious to what?" I asked softly.

"You really gave me no choice, huh?" He added.

"No choice? I don't understang Rog-" I cried out.

"I didn't want to fall in love with you, but I did."

He what? Since when? Why didn't I know? Does that mean all of our friendship was fake? Did he stay only because he was in love with me? A hundred questions went through my head but no words came out. There was a heavy silence between us. He was panting, and I was barely breathing.

"Why?" I simply said.

"Why what?"

"Why me? You could've chosen anybody in the world, why did you choose me, your best friend since I can't even remember?"

"Because, you're you! You're beautiful and kind, and you have one of the best personalities in the world! I would be ready to give anything for you to say yes, but I don't want to ruin what we have. Tonight, I saw the man hurting you, and I knew you were scared. It angered me so much to see someone treat you this badly, when I know I could give you the whole world." He softly said, tears in his eyes.

"Roger, I'm sorry. I can't deal with this right now, okay?" I nervously shook my hands and tried taking slow breaths. "Please just take me back home."

"Y/N-"

"Please." I asked again.

//

The ride home was dead silent. Me and Roger had argued multiple times. But this, I didn't know how to deal with this. It wasn't stupid friends arguments, no, this was way bigger. It changed our relationship completely. I couldn't think straight. To me, there was no way, ever, that one of us would catch feelings. Apparently I was wrong.

When I got out of the car, I turned back to him.

"You should come inside. I'll check your hands." I said shortly.

"You don't have to-"

"I said come in!" I snapped. I heard him sigh and turn off the engine of the van.

Once inside, we both took off our coats, shoes and I lead him into the bathroom.

"Sit." I pointed the the closed lid of the toilet. He immediately did so.

I took out some gauze pads and a bottle of saline solution. When I looked at him, he gave me a suspicious glance, he didn't trust me, again.

"I know what I'm doing." I mumbled.

"Sure," he gave me his right hand first. Although I hated him at the moment, I took his hand gently, not wanting to hurt him more than he already was. I gently patted the small cuts on his knuckles with the gauze soaked in saline solution, to which he hissed and let out small 'ow's.

"I told you, I know what I'm doing."

"Somehow, I don't believe you." He joked so I hit his shoulder.

"Ouch! I'm already hurt, be careful with me!" He smiled and giggled.

I gave him a small smile, which turned into a frown as soon as I remembered I was supposed to be mad at him. I saw a cut on the side of his left eyebrow, the man hit him back.

"Stay here, I'll get you some ice." I left the bathroom to look into my freezer. I didn't find any ice, but a bag of frozen peas could do the job. When I got back, he was looking around my bathroom, analysing every little detail. I told him he could get up. I headed to the living room, trying to think about anything else than the fight we had. But when I turned around, he was staring at me. Bag of peas no longer on his wound but in both his hands. He had the most adorable puppy dog eyes in the whole world. I could see tears in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I never wanted to hurt you, or scare you but I just had to tell you the truth. And you might say you hate me, or want me out of your life, but I'm not leaving, Y/N! Not until you tell me why you don't want to do this. Give me a good reason and I'll leave, but please, don't push me away." Tears were now painting his cheeks. "Is it because I'm not good enough for you? Because I can change! Whatever it is, just tell me!"

"No, it's not that, Rog. It's just..." I don't know.

"Just what?"

"I don't want to be hurt." I whispered, fighting back my own tears.

"I would never hurt you! I'd rather die than to see you hurt. I want to give you the whole world, I'd do anything."

"Please tell me something-" I asked.

"Anything"

"If I was yours, and you were mine, would it always be like this?"

"Like what?" He seemed confused.

"Would you take care of me, and tell me beautiful things. Would you protect me and love me. Would you show me that you actually care?" I let out all at once

"Y/N, if you were mine, I'd consider myself the luckiest guy on Earth." He said softly.

A thousand thoughts went through my head. But in spite of this, I didn't feel regret, none at all. I reacted badly earlier, because I had been surprised. But now, the more I thought about it, the idea of us together didn't scare me. At all.

"Then make me yours." I cried.

He almost ran my way. And I stumbled back when he crashed his lips against mine. He took my breath away in a second. I kissed him back, with all my might. I didn't want him to leave. I needed him, and he needed me. We've been here for each other since day 1. I knew this wouldn't change anything at all. Only good could come out of this and I was glad I had him. He smiled through the kiss and pulled away gently for both of us the breathe some air.

"I love you so much." He smiled through his tears. "I love you more than anyone in this world."

"I love you too, Rog" I laughed.

He kissed me again, softly. I never wanted to let him go.

I would never let him go.

//

[eileen-crys]

Very messy sketches of Queen as Genshin Impact characters for my AU, you can read more infos about them here! I designed them being inspired by 70s Queen, their elements and regions they come from, and keeping in mind that most of Genshin characters must have "flowy" accessories or clothing that sometimes don't make much sense byt they have to be pretty and flowy as they move.

For John, I used his Japanese kimono photoshoot as main visual inspiration, given that he's from Inazuma (based on Japan) and on classic Japanese male wedding outfits. He's a Cryo character and I decided for a misty and earthy aesthetic, giving him a double pair of trousers with the exterior being an Hakama open on the legs. Since he works with the electric devices around Inazuma, he wears gloves and has various crystals around his outfit. He has a few braids in his hair.

For Roger, I've drawn inspiration from his Lion zodiac sign and the furcoats he used to wear, the open shirts that show his chest, and he also has wristbands and multicolored suspenders. He's from Mondstadt, but travelled a lot and learned his drumming skills in Liyue, that's also the land of Geo . He is a drummer and I made him fight with fists, so his design is heavy on the shoulders and hands.

Brian was the hardest to design and I tried my best to mix the Dendro "natural" theme with a starry theme, using a foliage pattern and adding some stars all around. I'm still unsure about his design tbh and might change it later. He was born and got his Vision in Fontaine, but moved to Sumeru to study at the Akademyia so I tried to dress him like a person who found himself in a hotter environment, his clothes are thin and airy. I was inspired by one of his Zhandra Rhodes jackets, he has obviously clogs, and is surrounded by kind of steampunky astronomic jewels and belts much like Mona or Layla. He also has his iconic Star pin at his neck.

Last but not least, Freddie was so much fun to design and -while keeping in mind his Pyro element and the Sumeru region- I mixed a ton of Freddie's outfits together to make it as flamboyant and royal as possible! Zhandra Rhodes, the feathers from his Hard Life outfit, black and white leotards, a pair of winged shoes, a red scarf directly from Hot Space, gloves and wristbands, obviously an exposed chest... he really looks like a phoenix and I'm proud of his design ahha 🥰

I hope you'll like them! Please stay tuned for better artworks! ✨️💕 Do not repost!!!

[magickcandie]

John Deacon x Fem!Reader

In the rising fame of Queen, many journalists were often there to talk. More often than naught, the band found themselves repeating things before sending the reporter away. That was until Y/N L/N.

When she was there, she found a way to make herself like able. Speaking about the art of performing with Freddie. Roger’s song writing. Brian’s understanding of writing music. And most of all, she got John to talk and smile and laugh. None of the others could.

She was the one they sent whenever they needed information of Queen. And that became the only time John was excited for an interview.

“You guys have another interview.” Miami said, walking into the studio. “It’s with Y/N.”

“Oh, that’s great!” John said, his tone of voice revealing how he really felt about said reporter.

Roger turned to look at the bassist. “That’s the most excited I’ve ever seen you for an interview.”

“Yeah, John, what is it?” Brian asked, just as curious.

“Nothing, just… interested in the… interview topics?”

“I think our lovely John is definitely interested in something, but not the interview.” Freddie said, coming to sit next to Roger and Brian.

Roger leaned forward to tease. “My my, Deaky, do you fancy Y/N?”

John raised his brows with a mischievous grin but shook his head anyway.

“You should totally take her out. It could be so romantic,” Brian said.

“No, I could never talk to Y/N.”

“You’re distaste towards human interaction is becoming… well, quite distasteful,” Freddie said with a pout. “What if we were to do something?”

Roger jumped to his feet in excitement. “Yeah, we could talk to Y/N for you!”

“No, we won’t be doing any of that, thank you. I’m willing to let things happen on their own.”

“John, dear, if we let you deal with it like that, nothing will happen.”

Freddie didn’t give John the luxury of arguing back. Said a simple “tut tut” and walked off, taking Brian and Roger with him. Which was fine because that’s when you walked in.

“Hello, John.” You smiled at him. “Where’s the rest of them?”

“Elsewhere. How have you been, Y/N?”

“Fine, fine. And you?”

“Quite alright. So what’s the plan for today?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m to ride with you to the venue while you all do sound checks and the like. In between those is when I’ll start individual interviews.”

In many ways you were found of John as well. You felt his answers were truthful in a way that the others didn’t quite have. But that was on the professional level. He made you happy, and laugh. He was very open, which you found out was actually a rare thing.

On many occasions, you tricked yourself into thinking he was just being courteous.

Much to John’s dismay, you got Freddie first.

“Hello, Fred. You can have a seat, I just need to get a new pen. Seems that I have lost mine.”

“Oh you won’t need that. Come, let’s talk.” He hooked arms with you. “Shall I interview you?”

“Me? Whatever for?”

“What, can’t I speak with my darling friend Y/N?”

You shrugged but went along with it. “What’s bothering you?”

Freddie waved his hands in dismissal. “You shan’t be my therapist either. This is about you, my dear. What do you look for in a lifelong partner?”

“Oh, that’s a bit forward." Freddie shrugged as if it wasn't "Well I don't know. Someone who's honest, I guess."

"John is very honest. Ever think about things short term?"

"No. I see no desire in that."

Freddie crossed his legs, then uncrossed them and stood. "Well that's all I have for you, darling. I'll send Roger in."

You didn't acknowledge him as he left the room, then Roger was walking in. He took Freddie's spot on the couch.

"How have you been, Y/N."

"Fine, fine. Now, I we see that you wrote a song on the album. What influences -"

"Oh, hush up about the album. Let's talk."

Okay....

"Roger, what are you and Freddie doing?"

"Oh, he got started? Good. Are you doing anything this coming week?"

"No, not that I know of."

"Neither is John." Roger left it at that and leaves the room, leaving you completely shocked.

Brian walked in with a smile. He would be easy to ask. He'd reveal himself if you asked.

"Brian May, what are you guys doing?"

"What do you mean?" He started to play with his hands. He was already nervous.

"You, Roger, and Freddie. What are you doing?" You crossed your arms, hoping that you could weasel the answer out of Brian.

"Y/N, we're not -"

"Were you coming in here to talk about John? Now tell me, what are you doing?"

Brian sighed and deflected in defeat. "John likes you, but he wouldn't do anything. We decided that we would try to push you into it instead." He stood up. "I'll leave now."

It was the greatest news you could've heard! You couldn't wait for him to say something, because you knew John. He wouldn't on any occasion!

John coming into the room took you out of your head. He smiled at you, sitting down at the couch.

"Hello, Y/N. What questions do you have about the album?"

At least he didn't set them up, you reasoned with yourself.

"John, I don't want to talk about the album." Everything was set up, and there was no better time to admit your feelings than here. "I really like you. And unfortunately, Brian did said you did liked me too?"

He went quiet and red in the face. "Y/N, I'm sorry you had to hear it from them."

"It's fine, John, really, but is it true?"

"Yes, Y/N, I really do. You're really beautiful, insanely smart, and just so... perfect. Can I take you out?"

You embraced him. "Of course, John!"

Freddie, Brian, Roger stood standing, peaking through the door. They froze when they saw John glare at them over your shoulder. The boys laughed before shutting the door.

Freddie sighed, dropping his hand to his hip. "Well that didn't take long."

[pebblewritesj]

hello there I was wondering if you could write headcannons abt being one of queens little siblings it doesn't really matter and Dating John Deacon <3

LOVE this because I love sibling hcs and John Deacon is my all time fav and I never get requests for him DD:

YOU'RE FREDDIE'S SISTER

John is so scared of Freddie when it comes to how he views the two of you being together.

Like his worst fear when asking you out for the first time wasn't just what you'd say, but a big portion of his fear was just him being afraid that Freddie wouldn't approve.

But Freddie caught on to John liking you, so he thought he'd say something.

"What was it you needed, Fred?" "John." "...Yes??" "...I know you like Y/N."

POV the scariest moment of John's life ^

No but he had a reason to be scared at that point because his thoughts were 'literally who the fuck pulls someone into a corner with nobody else there and tells them that they know their deepest secret'

So, naturally, his response was;

"...What?"

He's a real smooth talker like that I guess idk.

"Don't 'what' me John, it's incredibly obvious."

John went silent.

"Why don't you ask her out?"

John's mouth opened to answer, but he was still scared!!

Freddie was kinda suspecting John just didn't think Freddie would like it or something like that but that sort of confirmed it for him, especially after John finally got the words out his mouth.

"I got scared." "Of what?" "Her...and you."

Basically Freddie gave John this whole little pep talk to ask you out, and it worked thank God.

Freddie would have been lowkey pissed off if you said no.

But ofc you didn't!!

The rest of the band thinks you're very cute, Freddie has titled himself to be your relationship's number one fan.

When you and the band are out at a bar together and you and or John get drunk, Freddie has to BEG the other members to keep you away from each other because he doesn't like that type of PDA.

Like in that situation he actually could throw up just watching John tug at the hem of your shirt or something.

But other than that he knows you're both the cutest couple on earth.

[jennyggggrrr]

Have a good one all xxx

[invincibledaisy]

Hi!! I’m Daisy. My pronouns are she/her. Please feel free to ask about me if you want to know more. I’m currently a high school student and I write as often as possible. I have been writing for three years now (not fanfictions, but other pieces). I am going to write about George Harrison and Roger Taylor, but I’ll definitely write about other members every once in a while. Please feel free to drop in your requests and I’ll try my best to create a piece that you like. I will try my best to post at least once a week. Since I am a student, I might be busy with work, please forgive me for my irregular posting. I’ll be starting different stuff very soon. Stay tuned!