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Liar

Words - 1.7k

Summary - Cara and Roger take a trip to Cornwall, John walks her home after work

Warnings - Foul language (pretty much always Roger’s fault), mentions of drinking, poor attempts at the Italian language

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“Lovely to meet you, Mrs Taylor.”

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A/N: Do I love (1) mailman? Yes I do. I hope you all enjoy. Comments are always appreciated!

Words: 1.5k

Requested by anon: I think scenario 13 would be really sweet with Gardner. :) [“You bake when you’re stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently you’re giving me whole baskets each day, now I’m not complaining but are you okay?”]

You had a problem. A small problem that had only grown bigger as time went on, and it was beginning to show in a not so subtle way. Work, life, just about everything had begun to stress you out so badly that you had turned to the only thing that ever really calmed you down - baking.

Son & Daughter

Words - 2.5k 

Summary - Roger and Y/N attempt murder via telephone directory and family is found

Warnings - foul language (again, Roger’s fault), I’ve been mean to a bassist and I’m sorry

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“Look, mate, just phone her!” 

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Doing Alright

Word Count - 1.8k 

Summary - You get a job and have a surreal night out

Warnings - drinking, foul language (blame Roger, it’s his fault)

A/N - Hi everybody - I got excited again - here’s the second chapter of this fic! This is the last of my already written chapters, so there will be a gap between this one and the release of the next, but I am very excited to write more! Again, I hope you enjoy it, and comments and feedback are welcomed!

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“How are you so good at making coffee?”

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Joe Mazzello x Reader Smut

A/N: Hi, everyone! Thought I’d treat you all to a lil Joe fic while I’m working on the third part to “See What a Fool I’ve Been.” Had the idea for this a few weeks ago and finally finished it today! This is my first smut so please be nice and feel free to leave constructive feedback! Hope you all enjoy! As always, feedback is very much appreciated! Much love! -m:)

Summary: Joe has been struggling with some body issues after the enormous success of Bohemian Rhapsody, due in part to the media’s constant prying and criticism. On a particularly hard day, you remind him just how beautiful he is.

Word Count: 3,883 words

Warnings: mentions of a negative body image and insecurities, brief mention of a panic attack, sexual content (18+ only please!), cursing, general angst and fluff

Note: I can’t stop you but, please do not read if you are under the age of eighteen, thank you! Also, keep in mind all scenarios mentioned here are fiction! Thanks!

Joe had always been confident. That’s just how he was, it was a part of his identity. However, this confidence had begun to wane as the success and popularity of the newest movie he was starring in steadily increased. Don’t get him wrong, Joe had absolutely loved the “Bohemian Rhapsody” experience. Traveling the world, meeting new people, making new friends and of course, gaining new fans; it was all great. However, the movie had been Joe’s first big commercial success in a while and he’d forgotten what it was like to be thrust into the public eye. Constant media attention, whether negative or positive, was something he didn’t think he’d ever get used to. He enjoyed the praise of his professional equals and the dedicated support of fans but there were drawbacks.

Keep Yourself Alive

Word Count - 1.5k 

Summary - You meet a helpful stranger and come to a startling realisation

Warnings - allusion to car accident, mentions of hospital stay

A/N - Hi y’all thank you for being so invested in this fic concept - I hope you enjoy it! This is still my first fic so please bear with, but any advice is gladly accepted! I also want to say a HUGE thank you to @gotboredwrote - a wonderful friend and supporter who also writes some INCREDIBLE fics - check out her masterlist!

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“Are you alright?”

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A New Life is Born

Word Count - 467 (the next few chapters are longer I promise!)

Summary - TIME TRAVEL ‘N THAT

Warnings - allusion to car accident

A/N - Hi y’all thank you for being so invested in this fic concept omg - I got a bit excited so you get the prologue early and so there’s no proper summary or anything but I am still writing and I want it to be good(!) so please bear with! No post schedule just yet but I will let you know :) ANYWAY, I hope you enjoy it!

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“The butterfly effect is an interesting aspect of Chaos Theory. Chaos Theory suggests that within the apparent randomness of complex, ‘chaotic’ systems, there remain patterns, trends, and feedback. The reliability of these patterns is entirely dependent on the initial conditions; the butterfly effect suggests that a small change in these ‘initial conditions’ will result in large differences in the predicted outcome. Edward Lorenz gave the example of the formation and direction of a tornado being influenced by the flapping of a butterfly’s wings.” 

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A New Life is Born

Word Count - 467 (the next few chapters are longer I promise!)

Summary - TIME TRAVEL ‘N THAT

Warnings - allusion to car accident

A/N - Hi y’all thank you for being so invested in this fic concept omg - I got a bit excited so you get the prologue early and so there’s no proper summary or anything but I am still writing and I want it to be good(!) so please bear with! No post schedule just yet but I will let you know :) ANYWAY, I hope you enjoy it!

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“The butterfly effect is an interesting aspect of Chaos Theory. Chaos Theory suggests that within the apparent randomness of complex, ‘chaotic’ systems, there remain patterns, trends, and feedback. The reliability of these patterns is entirely dependent on the initial conditions; the butterfly effect suggests that a small change in these ‘initial conditions’ will result in large differences in the predicted outcome. Edward Lorenz gave the example of the formation and direction of a tornado being influenced by the flapping of a butterfly’s wings.”

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oh i got carried away this is long but i love him and i strayed just a little bit away from the prompt oof

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the ‘pat whisperer’ was what they called you. pat murray was notoriously hotheaded on the baseball field. a flurry of expletives escaped his mouth almost every game whenever he’d strike out. but with a gentle hand on his cheek and a sweet whisper from you, all that anger would disappear from his body. it’s like he became a different person around you. the d-back’s would practically beg you to come to every game, none of them knowing how to stop pat from screaming his tonsils out.

not that you minded though. watching pat play was one of your favorite things to do. he got very into the baseball and that enthusiasm was contagious. his passion for the game seeped into the way he played. every move was calculated, all aimed to perfection. the problem was he couldn’t seem to put into practice what he knew in his head. 

and that made him so mad.

Summary: Eugene wants your relationship to go just how his momma taught him one should.

Rating:Mature-ish? No actual smut, but slight mention

I Love You

It wasn’t your fault. Eugene wished you could know that, he had tried telling you. Of course, it never really did stop the hurt look in your eyes when he’d stop a kiss from getting too deep, too passionate, too anything. It wasn’t that he didn’t want your relationship to go further, because by god that’s all he wanted in the world. He knew he was going to marry you, if you’d let him. Though he never really told you those intentions either, and maybe he should have. Maybe then you’d understand. He was just trying to do everything right, just like his momma taught him.

It wasn’t that he was saving himself like he had throughout the war. No. You had asked him that after two months of dating and a particularly exciting kiss in the doorway of your parents’ house one night. He was ashamed to admit not long after he returned home he had spent a night with a girl he’d gone to high school with in a meadow far enough from home. He regretted it. Him and the girl were awkward and nothing was special but she didn’t ask what his plans were now that he was home. But it was only once and, if Eugene was being honest, disappointing compared to what Snafu and Sid had described to him. He wasn’t even quite sure why he did it or if he truly wanted to. But with you... he knew he wanted it. He needed it. He needed you. And by the way you clutched his shirt tightly in your fists that night and playfully licked his Adam’s apple, you didn’t seem to be the perfect image of innocence either. And that’s what made him wait. The way you lit his skin on fire just with a soft brush of your finger tips... the way your pouty lips pressed together so deliciously when you were angry with him... the way your pink tongue flicked across your lips every so often when he’d take you out for milkshakes... He knew it would be special with you. But god, was it getting hard to wait.

“Gene,” you hummed, your voice light and airy and as your fingers played in his blazing hair.

He could always tell when something was on your mind. You would accidentally pull his hair. It wasn’t that it hurt, it’s just that he’d imagine if you’d be one of those girls that would tug on his hair while he was... well... Eugene coughed, trying to rid himself of the thought of your fingers desperately pulling on his hair like Snafu had claimed so many girls had done to him when he put his tongue to work. He always thought it would be, well, disgusting, but it seemed to be yet another thing he’d be willing to do for you. He’d admit to anyone that he worshipped the ground you walked on.

“Yes?” He finally found his voice, catching the hand that was in his hair and playing with it between his own fingers as he watched your little dog frolic about in your mother’s garden.

“You have taken me on countless dates for almost a year now. You call me your sweetheart. My momma even lets you stay for the night sometimes and yours does the same with me,” you began lifting his head from your lap and crouching in front of the swinging love seat, your face level with his.

“and yet, after all this time, you’ve never touched me.”

Your eyes held that flicker of flame he fell in love with, that flicker that his father told him would destroy him.

And that it did.

“I’ve touched you, darlin.”

You didn’t even blink and stood your ground, glaring at the red head.

“Eugene Sledge, you’ve touched me no different than you’ve touched your own momma.”

Eugene frowned.

“Now hold on, that’s not true and you know that.”

You stood up, tugging your shoes back on as you made your way back to your home, calling your dog after you.

“Just because you’ve squeezed my waist a little and kissed my neck does not mean you’ve touched me, Eugene!”

The tall red head was behind you faster than you thought he’d be. As your hand reached for the back door just as your dog disappeared through the doggy door, you were turned around and your back pressed against the side of the house. His dark eyes stared at you, pupils a little larger than normal but you didn’t miss the ghost of a sad look on his face.

“I want to,” his words were a cross of a growl and a whisper. He pressed his forehead against yours and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes tightly because the way your wide ones stared back at him already had him feeling a little tight in the pants.

“I want to touch you. I have for a very long time,” he admitted.

You grabbed his hand, gently but firm enough to guide him.

“Then touch me, Gene,” you laid his hand low on your hips and savored the feeling of his finger tips pressing hard against your body.

He kept his eyes close and sighed as he felt the softness of your body. He wanted to feel your skin against his.

“We can’t,” he tried to pull back but you were faster.

“We’re not children, Eugene. We’re grown up. You can touch me however you want,” you crooned, pressing a light kiss to his cheek.

“Whenever...”

Eugene finally opened his eyes and almost lost control at the sight. Your cheeks were red as you spoke and your eyes were glossy with lust. He wasn’t insecure with himself or your relationship, but he wasn’t entirely confident either. You had graduated when he was still in the Pacific. He didn’t know what kind of guys you had dated and you had only been a freshman when he had gone to school with you. But he know they couldn’t have been like him. You were so beautiful and stunning and kind, he didn’t know how he got you. But seeing you nearly falling apart with lust, for him, made the situation all the more worse.

You whimpered when you felt him, hard and prominent, against your tummy.

“Gene, please.”

Your big eyes pleaded with him.

And he broke.

His large and nimble hands framed your face as he captured your lips with his. And you sighed, happy that you were getting what you craved. His hand went back to your hip and slid around, grasping your bottom as he pressed you against the side of the house. His other hand moved to the buttons on the chest of your dress, blindly pulling them apart from each other. Eugene felt drunk. Whatever lust was inside you had possessed him and claimed him as hers. He wanted to make you feel good. He wanted to please you.

But then he found clarity in his foggy mind when you tore at his shirt and nearly had it removed from his body.

“Stop.”

You did as told... the sadness seeped into your eyes again. Your red cheeks and pouty lips were almost enough to start him again. But he didn’t.

“I love you.”

Your eyes grew wide. Eugene had never told you that before. Of course, you loved him, but you wanted him to say it first and you were beginning to wonder if he ever would.

“I love you and I want to make you my wife.”

You felt tears form in your eyes as he spoke. You went to talk but Eugene pressed a quick kiss to your lips to stop you. He took your face in his hands once more, gently this time.

“I want to watch you walk down the aisle towards me on our wedding day and know that we did everything right. I want to be able to touch you and feel you and please you and know that I get to do that to you for the rest of our lives. I don’t want to just touch you, I want you to feel my love every night, every day, hell, any time we want. I want to marry you, Y/N. I want you forever.”

Eugene tried to smile at you even though his heart was pounding against his chest in a way that almost hurt. But he wasn’t done yet.

He kneeled in front of you and reached into his trousers.

“I’ve been carrying this around in my pocket for the last week or so. Your mother helped me pick it out. I don’t know what I was waiting for, but now seems as good a time as any. Will you marry me?”

You let the tears fall now, a cry and laugh escaping your lips as you kneeled down to meet your love.

“Yes, Gene. Of course I’ll marry you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck with so much excitement it sent you two falling back against the cobblestones. You loved Eugene and you knew he felt strongly about you. But marriage? Of course you had wanted it and dreamed of it and even cried on one or two occasions because you weren’t sure if he wanted it with you, but actually having it in the near future now? You were the happiest girl in the world.

Eugene stayed put, back flat against the ground as you sat up, your legs straddling him. Nothing was said as he slipped the gold ring with the simple oval cut diamond on your finger. You placed your hand over his heart, admiring the ring he gave you.

“I love it,” you told him, giving him a sweet smile that calmed his nerves.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Eugene grinned when you finally said it back. He wanted to scream it to the world. The love of his life loved him back and was going to spend the rest of her days with him.

And then he realized your position... and that he could feel your wetness through his pants. And that his ring was on your finger and you loved him.

“Oh, doll.”

Summary: Joe and Reader show their nephew Nate, Jurassic Park for the first time. 

Warnings: None. Just fluffy goodness and maybe a bit sappy at parts.

A/N: Could be a continuation of Old Jokes but can also be read alone. Please don’t be shy. Let me if you like it or don’t. If there is anything you’d like to see let me know.

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“Lynn come on! What 9 year old boy hasn’t seen Jurassic Park?” You tried to reason with your over protective sister. Your nephew Nathan was having a sleepover at you and Joe’s place so your sister and brother-in-law could have a date night. The 3 of you had ordered pizza, popped some popcorn and built an awesome blanket fort in front of the T.V. ready for a night of movies and fun. You had the idea to show Nate Jurassic Park after your sister had already dropped him off so now you were doing your best to convince her over the phone.

“What if he has nightmares?” She worried. You looked over to Joe and Nate who were on their knees on couch peeking at you from under the back sheet of the fort, hopeful looks on their faces and their fingers crossed.

“If he has nightmares, he has nightmares. He’ll live. Plus he’s sleeping here so you won’t even have to deal with them.” Nate nodded excitedly in agreement.

“Oh I don’t know.” You could tell she was biting her nails.

“For the love of god just let him watch it!” You heard Scott tell your sister from the other side of the phone.

“Would you listen to your husband.” You laughed. “It’s a right of passage Lynn, every kid has to go through this.” She sighed.

“You’ll have Joe explain everything as it’s happening so he won’t be as scared? Like how they filmed it and it’s not real.”

“Yeah of course.” You lied. You and Joe had talked about it before and you decided not to tell Nate that Joe was actually the little boy in the movie, that way you guys would get his true feelings on the movie.

“Fine.”

“Really?!” You asked excitedly and spun around to look over at the boys who now had giant smiles on their faces and were gripping the back of the couch.

“Yeah i guess so. But if he gets too scared please tell me you’ll shut it off and if he does have nightmares and you need me to come get him please call me.” She stressed.

“Absolutely! But I promise he’ll be fine.”

“Ok, just text me when it’s over and keep me updated on how he is after it.” You agreed and said your goodbyes.

“She said yes!” You yelled. Joe and Nate yelled in excitement and jumped up and down on the couch almost knocking down the fort.

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“Ok so Jurassic Park is about a theme park, kinda like Sea World but with dinosaurs, and they get out.” You gave a brief description getting comfortable on the couch with Nate sitting in between you and Joe. Nated nodded almost shaking in his seat with excitement.

“I know you’re excited bud, but in all seriousness, it could be a bit scary and if you do get scared and want us to shut it off you have to tell us, ok? We won’t be mad, we just want you to have a good time and be comfortable here.” Joe explained.

“I promise Uncle Joe, but i’m gonna be okay, Im 9 nine now.” Joe laughed.

“I know buddy, you’re gonna do great.” He said ruffling his hair and staring the movie.

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this,,,, got away from me. but c’mon, what did you expect, it’s GARDNER

warnings: smut but make it soft lmao

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There was never much room in Gardner’s boat but tonight, his little home felt even smaller than usual. You couldn’t seem to keep your hands off each other all day, your arm was looped through his all the way home from the restaurant, his thigh pressed against yours as you sat side by side on his bed, and now your fingers were in his hair as you talked softly, his face so close to yours that when he laughed, you felt his breath brush your cheek.

John Deacon’s the best friend who is now the boyfriend. Roger Taylor’s the ex-boyfriend. Things get complicated for reader in this love triangle.

Gifs: @/borhapmovie @/mrbenhardys @/benhardyispretty

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Summary: reader confirms who the baby daddy is between john and roger. from this concept i posted here

Note: grammar and spelling errors. there is some commentary in the chapter… to speed things up. though next chapter may go more in depth about that commentary and have more specific scenes. i hope this chapter explains more things… 27 & 28 will explain more as well

Warning: language, angst

Words: 11.1k+(i think?)

Recap of Chapter 25

***January 26, 1977***

“We don’t have a few days, John,” you confessed.

John didn’t understand, his eyebrows crinkling in confusion.

“I don’t have a few days,” you whispered.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“John…” You looked down, thinking if there was some other way to say it. But there wasn’t.

Two words that would change your life.

John’s.

And Roger’s.

“John, I’m pregnant.”

A/N: Before I say anything I’d like to thank Bread for single-handedly finally giving me the inspiration I finally needed to write this. On another note, I went with a 70′s Deaky, cause I’m weak. I’m not happy with the title, but I was blanking on anything else. Any how, I hope you all enjoy it! I’m always happy to hear your thoughts!

Words: 1.3k

Requested by Anon: #15 on the dialogue prompt with John please!! (“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better)

It had been at least fifteen minutes and you had reread the last passage in your textbook more than a dozen times. The words seemed to swirl around in your mind, none of it sticking to your subconscious. The only thing that seemed to be keeping your mind occupied was John Deacon.

Fluff 1: “Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

Jitters. Your body was full of them. 

Your appointment was for this evening, but you couldn’t think about anything else. You tried to clean your kitchen, but you honestly kept looking at your plain arm, smiling lightly and then sitting down to gaze outside the window. 

Three weeks ago, like any other Friday would go, you had found yourself piss-drunk on Freddie’s couch, your head in Brian’s lap. You were complaining to the boys about how much your parents try to control your life all the time.

Freddie had downed his umpteenth glass of beer, slammed it down onto the floor and crawled over to you. He had put his hands on your thigh, whispering like it was a big secret, “Just be a rebel.”

“Huh?”

“Do something rebellious!” He said with a flick of the wrist, leaning back on his other arm. 

You could see John shake his head from the corner of your eye. His hair swayed around him, lips pursed in distaste. There was still a softness to his features. 

“Should I not, John?” You turned on your side, Brian’s arm shifting from your shoulder to your back. 

“Y/N,” Brian butted in politely, “If it’s what you want to do, then you should. Just make sure you’re being safe, kind and respectful.” 

Freddie groaned, closing his eyes momentarily, “No. You have to do it. Come on.”

“What do I do, then?” 

“Get a tattoo.”

Roger had laughed loudly at Freddie’s suggestion, unhelpfully adding that even though all of you were drunk, he was going to remember this in the morning and remind you. Which he had done. 

And this was where it had gotten you. Sitting on top of your dining table, your hand rubbing the area of your other arm — where you had decided to get tattooed. You heard John come out of the bathroom, rubbing his hands on the sides of his legs. 

“Feeling okay?” He asked.

“Why are you letting me do this?” You whined, slumping. 

“Because,” John came over to the table, putting his hands on either side of your body, leaning in just a little bit too close. “You wanted to be a rebel.”

“Deaks.” Another whine, one which made John reach for your hands and pull you off the table. 

He brought over a glass of water to you, watching as you sipped in an effort to calm your nerves. “Y/N,” he began, “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” His concerned expression didn’t do much to hide the gleam in his eyes. Somewhere, you knew, he wanted to see if you would go through with it.

“I’m going to do it.” You announced in your tiny kitchen, putting your hands on John’s shoulders, his hair tickling your fingers.

“Yeah?” John smiled.

“I’m going to do it.” You smiled, pulling your hands of John’s shoulders. You wanted to keep them there for longer, maybe slip the tips of your fingers into his hair. You giggled lightly, running a hand over your shirt to smooth it out. 

After running around your house for a few more minutes, you finally picked up your bag, John put on his jacket, and you opened your front door. 

You let out a deep breath, uttering your friend’s name softly. “John?”

“Yes, lovie?”

“Will you go with me?”

John didn’t think you were going to ask. He wanted you to. He wanted to spend all his time with you. He wanted to be there for you. His face broke out into a smile at your request, his body shaking ever so slightly. “As long as you let me hold your hand,” he said confidently, bringing his finger up to boop your nose.

“You don’t know how much I’m going to need to do that.”

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John Deacon’s the best friend who is now the boyfriend. Roger Taylor’s the ex-boyfriend. Things get complicated for reader in this love triangle.

Gifs: @/mrbenhardys @/rhythmsectionbros @/benhardyispretty

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Summary: reader finds something out that changes her relationship with both roger and john. from this concept i posted here

Note: grammar and spelling errors. 

*****SUPER BIG AND IMPORTANT CHAPTER***** *this one’s gonna hurt… good luck charlie*

your brain may hurt reading this chapter and you may be confused in the madness,,, but even after this chapter… there is so much heavy stuff to explain

Warning: language, angst

Words: 11k+(i think?)

***January 17, 1977***

Soft steps.

You tried to be as quiet as possible, slowly closing the door to the dark hotel room that you and John were spending the night in.

Light breathing from his nose as he slept on the bed, his messy curly hair resting on a pillow with arms looped around it, his bare chest uncovered by the sheets. He looked younger in his sleep, the moonlight expanding over his childlike face.

Innocence.

A peaceful state.

A sight you knew you would miss.