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Find Me Somebody To Love (Joe Mazzello! John Deacon Imagine) Ch. 1
summary: John has been down a bit lately, due to his break up about a month before. This didn’t go unnoticed by the fans, let alone paparazzi. They took every chance they got to photograph him. “John Deacon: Dinner for One?” and many other headlines became the talk of Hollywood. So what does management do? Get him a girlfriend. And who might they choose? Well, you of course. Roger Taylor’s beloved baby sister.
warnings: cursing
word count: 1,018
a/n: probably two to three parts.
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“For fucks sake!” Roger yelled. “Another bloody article. Why do they care so much? Big whoop, you got dumbed after two years. Can they get off your ass already?”
“Don’t you think they would’ve if they wanted to? It’s been a month. How fast do they expect me to move on?” John grumbled.
“Aw Deaks,” you cooed. “Want me to beat them up for you?”
You wrapped your arms playfully around John’s neck and looked down to lock eyes with him.
Roger scoffed.
“A strong breeze could knock you down,” he teased.
“Wanna bet?”
“Alright fine. Bring it on shortie,” Roger laughed.
Roger pretended to get in a fighting stance, but you went straight to the tackle. He pushed back, laughing. He bent down and picked you up by the legs, tossing you over his shoulder, then slammed you onto the couch. He hovered above you, one arm leaning on the back of the couch, the other on the arm rest. You scowled at him, and blew air directly into his face. He scrunched up his nose and wafted it away.
“What was that for?”
“A strong wind.”
John smiled at the two of you. It was always something new when you and Roger were together.
You started coming around more after management begged you to. The first time you visited, you walked into a scream fest and Roger throwing things around.
“Roger Taylor I swear to God if you don’t put that down I will shove it so far up your ass you won’t walk for days,” you seethed.
Four heads snapped towards the door, shocked at what they heard. And who were you? Some girl Roger hooked up with that suddenly felt she was entitled?
Roger dropped what he was doing and marched straight over to you, towering you with his closeness.
“I’d like to see you try,” he said. You broke out into a shit-eating grin and wrapped your arms around his neck. He relaxed into your embrace, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“I’ve missed you,” he said.
“Well lucky for you I’m going to the college now. So you’ll be getting sick of me,” you said.
“Thank you God for this angel from above,” Freddie shouted, arms straight in the air as he looked up.
Brian laughed and came over to hug you.
“Long time, Y/N,” he smiled.
“Wait how do you two know her?” John asked.
“Oh right,” Roger said. “Deaky, Freddie, this is my little sister Y/N.”
You stayed there on the couch while John and Roger worked on a base idea for a song. You were halfway asleep, when you were awoken by the studio doors flying open.
“Perfect!” Miami shouted. “Just the people I wanted to see.”
He slammed down a plethora of news papers and magazines, all with various headlines about John’s relationship status in big, bright letters.
“We know Miami,” Roger said.
“I can’t help it. I don’t know what you want me to do,” John sighed.
“We’re going to get you a girlfriend,” Miami said.
“What?” John shouted. “No, you can’t force a relationship like that!”
“Oh calm down. It won’t be a real one. Just one to get the paps off your back. They’ll take notice, put in a few more about the new relationship, and move on. They like drama. Not happiness.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No. You’re getting a girlfriend. We’ve got her picked out, we just need her permission. She’s already in the spotlight, she’s seen how paparazzi can be, and you know her, so relax.”
“Well then who is she?” John asked.
Miami looked over to you on the couch. You looked back, very confused.
Roger caught on before you did, angrily looking back and forth between you and Miami.
“No. Absolutely not. That will not be happening,” Roger stated.
“What’s going on?” you asked.
“Y/N we need you to be John’s fake girlfriend,” Miami explained.
Your eyes went wide.
“No! We aren’t using my baby sister like that!”
“Roger, think about it. A lot of people already know her, she’s been seen with the band and has been photographed, she’s even been stopped by paps by herself. There’s nothing against her, and she gets along with John!”
“Rog it’s fine,” you assured. “I’ll only do it if John is completely okay with it.”
“I am not completely okay with it!” Roger butted in.
“Alright. I’d rather it be her than some rando,” John agreed.
“John Richard Deacon you take that back of your ass will be going through my bass drum,” Roger threatened, stepping closer to him. You grabbed his arm and yanked him back.
“No,” you scolded. “This isn’t about you. This isn’t a real relationship. This isn’t him asking for your blessing to marry me. This is a fake. Relationship. You hate the articles just as much, so why don’t you let me help them stop?”
Roger looked down at you, clearly still displeased with the situation.
“Fine,” he stomped out.
“Wonderful,” Miami said. “Now we need to go over the ground rules.”
“What type of ground rules?” John asked. You both took a seat at the table.
“How long it’ll last, what we do if either of you find a real relationship, that sort of thing.”
The three of you discussed for a couple hours about all the details.
The relationship would last about three months, and all outings would slowly fizzle out. You were with the band all the time anyways, so you figured it’d be hard to tell when you stopped going on “dates”. You both agreed to hand holding, his hand around your waist, hugs, and small kisses. But no absurd PDA. You two would have to go out on a couple dates, particularly in the beginning. Then, ease them up and eventually stop. If a relationship for either one of you forms while this is going on, you pass it off that you broke up but are still friends.
“Deal?” Miami asked.
“Sounds good to me,” you said.
“Deal,” John replied.