#i'm not sure though b/c i had queued it the first time

[athanatosora]

bakugou katsuki: 0 bakugou mitsuki: 1

[gastcrrific]

fifth member - chapter 1: queen

a/n: i'm pretty excited for this one. hope you enjoy!

so just to note a 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.)

^^^ i may be putting that to every chapter of the story as well.

contains: roger being an annoying lil shit (don't worry it'll go away p soon), a bit of tension.

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1972, 12:50 PM

A week had passed since the last performance and since when the two of you met the band. You were getting along pretty well with the three and so was Deaky.

Everyone in the studio are currently studying their part, Brian and John rehearsing their chords, Roger testing the tempo, meanwhile you and Freddie are discussing about your part.

"So, Y/N, there won't be any piano present in this song, but, you can be part of the backing vocals." Freddie stated, handing you a handwritten copy of the lyrics.

It reads... Liar.

"You can pair with me for a while, since you haven't known the melody yet."

You nod, "Of course!" and found yourself doing a vocal range with him. Thankfully, you were a fast learner and got everything right. One thing you were missing is that you didn't have your own mic.

Freddie gathers everyone to rehearse his newly planned set list, as you followed.

He had already taught you your choreography together with him, which makes it look like both of you are the main focus of the audience.

Finding another mic stand, you try to adjust it to your height, yet one of the clips broke and left you holding the half of it. "This is absolutely fine, is it?" You awkwardly asked, as the singer comes in with the same equipment. "It probably is, B..." Deaky chimed in with your nickname, smiling as he rests his hands on top of his bass. You let out a small laugh and lightly bit your lip from smiling.

B is a running nickname for you that he always used through the years of your own friendship with him. He found it really pleasing and soft to call you that.

Oh how I wish she was mine... He swooned in his thoughts, his cheeks getting flushed.

You were completely nervous about this, even though he was told by Freddie that you and him will be by his side to sing during the bridge of Liar.

Nothing awkward happened, thankfully. The whole rehearsal went smoothly.

"Thank god we finally did it flawlessly!" Freddie flicks his hair, placing his mic stand carefully on top of a large amplifier. Roger huffs his breath out, throwing his drumsticks in the air and catching it in his hands. Brian sets his instrument down and so does Deaky. You also placed your mic stand next to Freddie's, but it had a different color.

You follow your best friend to make your way to the mixing room, but suddenly you didn't see the wire that's hanging from the amplifier. Ever since your habit has grown, you've told your clumsy self, "Once you embarrass yourself, there's no going back." majority of your own accidents always ends up to that. But this one doesn't seem to go that way.

"Oh!–" You exclaim, holding onto someone's arms, unexpecting the impact. Catching your breath and looking up, both of you had an astonished expression.

It was John.

He's holding you in his arms, few inches away from your faces. If it had gotten more closer, your lips would be meeting with his.

A heated tension fills up between the two of you.

Cheeks reddening, you slightly pulled away and stood up gently, "T-thanks, Deaks. God– I should be more careful next time..." Muttering the last part, he softly rubs your shoulder with a reassuring, yet shy smile. "It's okay Y/N... You're welcome." He hummed in the most adorable way possible as he helped you up, and made your heart skip beats.

Witnessing this endearing moment, Roger in the mixing room gives a fishy look at the curly haired guitarist, who's clearly unamused. "No. This is clearly none of your business. They're just friends remember?"

"Yeah but what if they're friends with benefits?" The blonde nagged, causing Brian to gasp in disgust.

The lead vocalist playfully slapped the drummer's shoulder, "Roger, get your fucking mind out of the gutter!" he had his arms crossed and a smug look. "Okay! Okay! I'll stop!"

You and Deaky have finally set foot inside the mixing room just as when the chaotic blonde had gone quiet. Sitting at the velvet textured couch, there was still a tiny amount of tension between the two.

That was your first time getting your clumsiness caught by him. He was never present when you had small accidents, but it sure did felt like you had been egged in the face.

Looking down, nervously fumbling with your own hands and your heartbeat pacing faster, you stutter, "I'm really sorry, John, I always avoid to be this way but I just basically embarrassed myself–"

Suddenly he raises his hand to pull you close and rub your back. Deaky gives you a comfortable grin, "Hey, B, I said it's okay.. You don't have to apologize." and finally, he warmly pulls you into a hug, burying his face to your neck, smelling your fragrant lavender cologne. Startled, you slowly wrap your arms around him, hugging back. "Thank you..."

As you two broke apart, Freddie had let out a noise of excitement which made you look at him. "Tonight, 7:30 PM, at a bar. We should be preparing ourselves soon!" He announced, earning a nod from everyone. "So, you know the drill."

"Roger, be attentive. Don't stare at the audience for too long!" The drummer nods and simply replies with "Alright!"

"Brian, double check your strings and let your inner rockstar out!" The guitarist gently tugs a grin, nodding.

"Deaky, remember to bust out your bass lines. The bassist needs more appreciation!" Your best friend smiled sweetly and nodded as he was flattered.

"And Y/N, you're always one to count on. Be graceful with me onstage!" You can't help but happily smile and giggle at his enthusiasm. "Yes, sir!" You playfully saluted.

6:55 PM, at a well-known bar...

Your band is queued next right after some light polka band is done performing for the audience, everyone's excited, except for one.

Deaky.

You had been noticing him taking deep breaths every minute or so. He tried to seek comfort from you, but to no avail, he never did. Being the good friend you are, you called out for him.

"Hey, Deaks. Everything's gonna go well with our performance, alright? If you think it's gonna go badly, it sure won't. I promise." He listens, calming down. "All you have to do is focus." You smiled fondly, and gave him a warm hug.

Just as the hug ended, the speaker outside had called for your group. "The next performers will be: Queen!"

"Let's kill it, darlings." Freddie mumbled loud enough to hear.

Stepping up on the stage, he greets everyone in the audience and started introducing every single one of you. "And these two lovelies are new ones! Meet Y/N L/N and John Deacon!" He waved and so you did, some people in the audience already likes you and the others despise you.

After the introduction got out of the way, the show has begun. It was only 4 songs so it wasn't too long. Nothing did go wrong in fact. The longer the songs progressed, the more wild the audience got. This was more than what you expected, and so did everyone else in the band.

"Thank you and good evening!"

8:04 PM

Right when the show has been done, all of you are finally in the van, a ride on the way to Freddie's flat. The conversation that he opened was about having to release an album.

"Where would we be getting the money for it then?" Roger stated, going to a sharp turn to right. "How much do you think this van is worth?" The singer questioned, and left the blonde to wonder. "Maybe we can discuss this later, Fred. We'll figure this out."

Reaching the destination, you and Deaky stay outside the front door, just realizing that your shared flat is just a few stops away.

"Deaky and Y/N, why don't you two come in?" He offers, but your friend protested, "It's fine, Freddie, our flat is just two blocks away." You also added "I think we could move there soon and live with the rest of you three." and smiled. "Ah, I see. Stay safe out there dearies!" The two of you bid goodbye, and headed to your shelter.

Finally getting inside, you huffed out your breath, decided to march straight to your own bed and flop on it face first. John quietly giggles while changing to his usual sleepwear, "Missed your bed, hm?" You rotate yourself so you lie down on your back to see him. "Definitely! Actually hold on let me change for a moment." You stood up carefully and changed to comfortable F/C colored pajamas. Not a second you're already back on your bed.

Even with numerous times you've seen Deaky only in his jogging pants and topless, you never stopped blushing. But eventually you manage to hide it from him. You turned off the lamp by your bedside table.

"Deaks, should we start moving at Freddie's tomorrow? It's the weekend tomorrow anyway, isn't it?"

"About that, I think we probably should... We have plenty of time to pack our clothes and other important things in the morning."

"Okay, noted. Goodnight, John!" You softly chuckled.

"Goodnight, Y/N!" He gently laughed.

What else would happen tomorrow?

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