Freddie Mercury, Brian May, Roger Taylor, John Deacon, what's not to love?
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In your mind, John was absolutely perfect. He always knew just what to say, what to do to make you feel better, how to make you feel like you were on top of the world. He was the absolute best and there was no other man in the world that could make you feel the way that he did.
So when you were having a stressful day at work, John immediately took you out, knowing how to get you out of the funk that you were in.
He loved you more than anything and he despised seeing you so upset. You were his light, his muse. You made his heart flutter every time he saw you. To him, you were the definition of perfection and seeing you in a bad state made him feel crushed for he believed that someone as beautiful as you should never feel so much pain.
But work brought you so down that you could barely tolerate it at that point. The people were rude, the paperwork piled up more and more each day, plus, the pay wasn't even all worth it. The only thing that was really keeping you going was seeing John each and every day after your shifts.
The end of the weeks were always the worst where all the stress was building up. However, John was always there to take you under his wing and bring your stress down the best way he knew how.
To take you out to dinner and a dance.
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"How're you feeling?" Your husband asked softly while opening the car door for you.
He brought you to your favorite restaurant, knowing that some comfort food will do the both of you some good.
"Alright, I suppose, just a little tense." You offered him a small smile and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. You really did appreciate all the effort that he put into making you feel better. Even though just a relaxing night in front of a fire and a movie would be all you needed, you knew how much he loved to go all out, and you loved seeing him happy.
"Sorry, love." He whispered quietly and held onto your hand gently, closing the door behind you.
He gave your hand a gentle and loving squeeze, walking into the restaurant with you right by his side.
"But other than me, what about you? How's your day been?" You asked with a smile.
You knew that his career could be insanely stressful as well. It can't be easy being such a successful musician with people watching your every move nearly every second of every day. You thought your job was stressful, you couldn't even begin to imagine how much stress his career must cause him. Whether it caused him stress or not, he was good at hiding it.
"Great actually, we've been working on a new song," John beamed while taking a seat down at a booth, "Wrote it about a week ago. Can't wait for you to hear it." he smiled, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. You could instantly tell that it was about you by how flushed he got while speaking about it.
