Imagines

John Deacon Imagine #1

Imagine John Deacon trying to teach you how to play the bass. He's very polite and extremely patient, even though you make it perfectly clear that you're close to merely tossing the wretched thing out the window and never looking back. "Now," he says calmly, placing your fingers into position. "You've almost got it, dear. Just pluck here," he says, pointing to a string. "Here," he points to another string, "And lastly," he nearly whispers, "Here." You sigh, wanting to give up already, but instead of dumping the instrument back into his hands, you look at John for reassurance. He flashes you a quick smile, immediately boosting your confidence. You smile nervously and look down at your fingers, firmly plucking the strings he told you while keeping your other hand in position on the neck of the bass. He smiles proudly. "Very good, love. See, that wasn't that hard." You giggle, playfully punching his arm. "Oi," he says, smirking slightly. "Quit it, Y/N." He chuckles and places the bass from your hands onto it's stand by the foot of his bed. You bite your lip, lightly repeating your previous actions. He growls playfully, shooting a pretend glare your way. You laugh at his expression, causing him to crack a smile. "Oi," he giggles. "S-Stop laughing..." He stutters out, trying not to laugh. He fails in a matter of seconds, bursting into a full on cackle, only causing you to laugh harder. You go to stand and head for the bathroom to pull yourself together, only to have your legs (now shaky and weak from the hysterical fits of laughter) fail on you, causing you to fall to the floor. "Oh...my...GOD..." He shakily exhales as his laughter and convulsions slowly cease into a light giggle. You've calmed down about twenty minutes ago, and you're just watching him with the goofy smile that only spending time with John can produce. You shake your head, chuckling. "Come on, Deaky. Let's go get something to eat." You say, offering a hand to the floor-bound brunette. He nods, smiling like a child. "Cheese on toast, right?" You laugh, nodding. "Yes, John. You want milk, too?" He nods eagerly, following you to the kitchen. This has certainly been an interesting start to the day.