#soft deaky

John was just seated on another couch, also trying to practice his part but he's a bit distracted. Even so, he tried his best to focus.

You walked back in the room with Roger, laughing about some corny joke he's told you. "You're going to record in a few minutes, go practice your drums a bit," you said, shooing him. "Can you kiss my drumsticks goodluck?" He jokingly asked with a cheeky grin. "No, but I can give it a quick practice on your head," you said sardonically.

"How about my hands?" He asked again. "How about I smite you if you don't practice?" You said, arms crossed. "Just a kiss," he mumbled. You laughed. "John's going to kill us both."

"Deacy's fine with it, right, John?" Roger called over to John. You turned to look at him, sending Roger a glare. "He was just kidding, John," you brought your eyes back to Roger. "Go practice," you chuckled, shaking your head.

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"Sorry," John mumbled, it was the 3rd take already of the same part of the song because he kept messing up. Roger groaned, putting his sticks down on one of his dreams. "Come on, mate, get it together, we've been here for forever."

You worriedly looked at John who was just looking down at his bass guitar. "H-hey, it's okay. Don't mind him, John. We can try again. Do you want to practice a bit first?" You asked, trying to help him out. "No. I'm fine," he replied coldly, you just nodded.

They started playing again and for the fourth time, John got the chord wrong again, earning two loud groans of frustration from Brian and Roger. You looked at Freddie who was also looking at you, you shrugged.

"Let's call it a day, we'll try again tomorrow." Freddie said, walking away from the boys. You jogged towards John. "Hey, you okay?" You asked, tilting your head a bit. He didn't say anything except gave you an almost unnoticeable nod before walking away. You felt slightly offended, looking at the other guys to see if they're thinking the same thing.

"He's mad," Brian whispered, carefully putting his guitar down on the couch like as if it was a new born baby. "It's your fault, Roger, you kept complaining," he added, pointing at Roger accusingly. "How is it my bloody fault? He's the one who kept getting it wrong," Roger retorted, also lowering his voice so John wouldn't hear. You walked over to Freddie who was just sipping on his wine, looking at the two bicker about whoever pissed John off.

You sighed, seating beside him. "It's your fault, you know," he spoke, making you turn your head to him. "What?"

"Why John's acting that way, it's your fault," He enunciated, you waited for him to explain but he didn't so you asked, "how is it my fault? I didn't do anything. We barely even talked today."

"Exactly," Freddie said, taking another sip off his glass. "You were all over Brian and Roger today except him."

"Hey, you're the one who asked me to help Roger. And Brian — I was just helping him out. Besides, I didn't think... I thought John was just always chill about... stuffs... and not being the jealous type of guy..." you reasoned, mumbling the last bit, looking at Brian and Roger who were now talking about something else.

Freddie just shrugged, looking at you with amusement, as if telling you, "you're screwed."

You groaned, getting up. "Fine, I'll apologize." You walked out the room, trying to look for John. You found him seated on the balustrade, looking at the calluses on his fingers.

"Hey," you hesitantly called, your hands clasped behind your back. He slighy turned his head to you. No words. That hurt...

You sat beside him, placing your hands on your lap. "You mad?" You asked, fiddling with your bracelet. "At me?"

"No," he mumbled. You lifted your head to look at him. "I kinda feel like you are."

"I'm not."

You didn't say anything. There was just silence engulfing the both of you. "You should get back in, they probably need your help in there," he said with a hint of sarcasm. "Practice is over —"

"Joke around with them then," he said, cutting you off.

"That sure sounds like you're not mad at me," you jokingly said. You couldn't help but smile. "Are you jealous?" You asked, bending down a little so you could see his face. "No," he said, looking the other direction. "I think you are," you chuckled, wrapping him in a hug. "I'm sorry, Deacy. I was just helping them out."

"You never help me out," he finally admitted, complaining like a little kid. "Because I know you're already good and I know you'd always be the first one to memorize your chords, so I thought I could help the others out," you explained. "But I know, I still should've helped you out. My boyfriend needs me more," you giggled, leaning closer to give him a peck.

"I'm sorry, love," you frowned, wrapping him tighter. He finally faced you. "I'm sorry too, got a bit childish," he mumbled, returning the hug. "Again."

You snickered, giving him another peck. "Because you've been laughing around the guys —"

"But they're not my boyfriend and at the end of the day, you're the one I'd want to be laughing with. So stop being jealous," you smiled comfortingly.

"I love you, John." He leaned in giving you a sweet and passionate kiss. "I love you too and I'm sorry."

You reached the set at around 3. Your son, Joe(10), walked ahead of you and you held both your son daughter Taylor(8) and Lea(4) on each hands as you walked towards the set. The hallway to the makeup area was where you saw Freddie and Roger in skirts posing for the photos being as goofy as they always were. Freddie noticed you first and walked towards you to hug you.

"Y/N darling. You're just on time.", said Freddie. "Hey Freddie", you replied hugging back, "Don't you two look good in the skirts", you said looking at both of them. Roger was on one knee talking to the kids. "Thank you darling. You should see Belisha.", said Freddie. "Belisha?", you asked. "Your husband, darling. He's down the hall. 3rd room in the right.", Freddie said. "I'll take the kids to the other kids.", said Roger and you stopped down to the kids and said, "You guys be good. Don't break anything ok?", you said and turned to your son, "Joey, take care of your brother and sister, ok?" and you walked away blowing kisses to the kids.

You knocked the door twice. "Come in", said Deaky from inside. You opened the door and poked your head inside to see Deaky on the chair and a hairdresser fixing his wig and walked towards Deaky. "Hello love", Deaky said and you stooped down to give him a kiss, "If you were a man, I'd totally take you home.", you said jokingly lightly swatting Deaky's shoulder.

"George, meet my wife Y/N. Y/N this is George, my hairdresser", said John. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Deacon.", said the boy extending his hand. "Call me Y/N.", you said shaking his hand. "I'm done here, John", said George and left the room.

John stood up to give you a kiss when you pulled away with right hand over his shoulder and told showing your wedding ring, "Excuse me, lady. But I'm married.", you told. "It was funny at first.", John said. "You're stuck with me and you have to laugh at my jokes.", you said giving him a quick peck on his cheek.

"Let's get you ready. Please resume your position, Mr. Deacon.", you told waving your hand to the seat. "As you say, Mrs. Deacon.", Deaky said taking his position. "Keep still for me", you said. "That's what he said", Deaky said. "You and your jokes", you said resuming putting on the powder. "Where are the kids?", John asked. "Roger took them to the other kids. They barely see each other with school and everything", you said. "True.", said John and asked, "Do they know about the drag?" "Joe knows I think.. Taylor too... Baby Lea is too young to understand. She'll know when she sees Daddy.", you said.

A few minutes later, George and Jim came in, "Don't you look wonderful.", said Miami. "Thank you.", said Deaky. "We start in 15.", said Miami and left with George.

"Here you go", you said handing over Deaky his dressing gown. "Honestly I didn't think I'd be attracted to you in this state. Oh my! Did I say that out loud!", you said. "I am so gonna note that", Deaky said and you gave him a cheeky grin and said, "Come let's go see the rest."

The both of you walked down the hallway to enter the room near the set. Chrissy was fixing Brian's hair and doing final touch-ups. Freddie and Roger was still being themselves but in the full costume and make-up. The kids were playing on the other end of the room.

"Wow look at you all!", you said, "You guys make very good girls" "Stating the obvious but thank you.", said Freddie. "Excellent idea, Roger! Looking good as ever.", you said. "What can I say, was blessed with the good looks", said Roger with a smirk. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Rog", said Brian. "Now if the wives could leave the girls to me, I need to have a word with them.", said the Director.

The kids were overly excited to see each other to notice you after quite a long time. You were deep in conversation with Chrissy and Dominique in the same room when baby Lea came running to you, "Mommy, where's Daddy?", she said with her puppy eyes. She was always a Daddy's girl after all she was their one and only baby girl. You told her pointing to the small crowd saying, "Daddy is right there talking to Uncle Brian, Roger and Freddie. Why don't you go play with them?" "I want to see Daddy", she said almost crying which is something you didn't want her to do and as if on cue, the boys were coming. "Okay. Daddy's coming. Go say hi to him.", you said to Lea and she almost instantly ran to the crowd. You turned back to talk with the other ladies when you heard Lea crying and your heart leapt to your throat thinking she took a fall. There she was standing with her tiny little hands rubbing her eyes and her dad and uncles surrounding trying to console her as you turned around.