#deacy thread

          the auditorium is quiet aside from rhythmic tapping of shoe against the wooden floor .  deacy’s headphones block the noise daring to emit from the amplifier plugged into worn bass as he plucks out the tune to his new band’s song --- queen , by the looks of it .  ( they weren’t a very impressive bunch if he was to be honest with himself . )  john pauses mid - strum , hands frozen in place for a moment before the headphone is moved from his ear whilst he glances over his shoulder only to be met with a familiar face that has him wincing lightly .  “ hello ... ”

          john deacon , formally known by his peers as deacy , was rather notoriously the guy you went to when something fucked up : a computer , a laptop , your phone .. or if you wanted to jailbreak any device , fix a broken fan or a leaky pipe , no matter the case , deacy could handle whatever was thrown at him , electronic or not .  for a price , of course .  and , ideally , at a reasonable hour .  the knock on his door at two in the morning is irritating , but thankfully the brit hadn’t fallen asleep yet .  it swings open , the yawning man in just flannel pants as he stares .  “ yes ? ”

                    brian had said it as a joke ---- andres is giving you heart eyes !! --- when the other man was sat a bit further from the string bearing pair in the library , deacy laughing softly though not fully committed .  andres had better people to look at than him ; not like john had cared much anyway .  ---or so he told himself .  excusing himself from his spot beside the leaning tower of curls , deacy made his way across the wide space to sit beside andres .  “ hi .  haven’t seen you around in a while ... your breaking spree all done ? ”  he whispered , grinning ear to ear .