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John "Deaky" Deacon
Imagine ... John Deacon, the quiet and reserved bassist of Queen, had been harboring a crush on you for what felt like an eternity. But John wasn't the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. He was convinced that someone as wonderful as you would never want to be with someone like him—someone who preferred to stay in the background rather than bask in the spotlight. So, he settled for being your friend, content to just be near you, even if it meant hiding his true feelings.But then the chaos happened, better known as...
Roger Meddows Taylor
One afternoon, you were chatting with John about a new vinyl shop that had opened in Camden. The two of you were sitting in the band's rehearsal space, surrounded by instruments and scattered sheet music. John was tuning his bass, but his attention was fully on you as you spoke.
"...and have you heard about this new vinyl shop in Camden, Deaky?" you asked, your eyes lighting up with excitement.
John looked up, a small smile playing on his lips. "No, not yet... Do they have something special?"
You nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! They have lots of different stuff. The Pink Cats, The Gonzales..."
John's smile widened. "Oh, I love The Gonzales..."
You leaned forward, your enthusiasm contagious. "I want to go tomorrow. Do you want to come with me?"
John's heart skipped a beat. Just you and him? Spending time together outside of the band's usual chaos? He felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, but he managed to stammer out a reply. "Oh,... y-yea... j-just you and I... I'll pick you up at... What do you think about eight?"
You grinned, clearly pleased. "That's great. So tomorrow, eight, at my house. I'm looking forward to going with you."
John felt a warmth spread through his chest, and for a moment, he allowed himself to hope that maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something more.
But then, as if on cue, Roger Taylor burst into the room, his usual chaotic energy filling the space. He took one look at the two of you and immediately zeroed in on the conversation.
"Oh my god! Finally! After years, Deaky!" Roger exclaimed, his voice dripping with exaggerated relief. "He talks about you day and night, Y/N. Eventually, you asked him out. He was a pain in the ass. So you're dating now, heee. I've always told you, Deaky, just try it. You've been so in love with her for this long and..."
Roger's rambling came to an abrupt halt as he noticed the horrified looks on both your and John's faces. John's cheeks were burning red, and you were staring at Roger with wide eyes, clearly caught off guard.
Roger blinked, his grin faltering. "Hey... Why are you looking at me like this?"
John buried his face in his hands, muttering something unintelligible under his breath.
