#yes i use deacy and not deaky

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‘Too Late’ - John DeaconXFem!Reader (Part 1)

A/N: This can absolutely apply to Joe Mazzello’s portrayal of Deacy – whatever floats your boat. It’s also heavily inspired by the structure of the movie Love, Rosie. Also – with regard to the chronology of the story, and characterisation of real people, it’s pretty inaccurate! Pls just take everything with a grain of salt. It’s meant to be an AU.

 I decided to split it into two parts cause it was much longer than expected. Read part 2 here!

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You attempted to suppress the shaking in your hand as you clutched your glass of champagne, composing yourself with a deep breath, forcing a smile.

“I’ve known John,” you began to speak slowly, for fear of falling apart, “for as long as I can remember. We were inseparable after I poured a whole tube of paint on a boy who stole John’s crayons in Kindergarten,” you smiled weakly, grateful for the muffled laughter scattered across the room in response to your lame anecdote. You quickly averted your eyes away from John’s new wife smiling at him, grasping his hand.

“We… we have been through so much together. And I never thought I would be giving a speech as Best Man at John’s wedding.” This threatened to choke you up; you would never admit that you always secretly wanted to be the one marrying him. Luckily, the wedding guests took this to mean you were surprised at the unconventional situation, considering you were a woman.

“I have never seen you as happy as you are with Veronica.” You locked eyes with John, a sweet smile on his face, his eyes glassy. You couldn’t help but wonder what the cause of his tears were; the inevitable sentimental emotions of the most important day of his life, or something else entirely. You snapped yourself out of a dangerous thought path as quickly as possible.

“I would hate to see anything jeopardize that,” you said softly, biting your lip. You were, of course, trying to convince yourself of this.

“I wish you both a lifetime of happiness together. Nothing warms my heart than to see my oldest and dearest friend with such a wonderful woman. Everyone, please join me in raising a glass to the bride and groom. Congratulations you two.” You raised your champagne, hand still shaking. To mask this, you took a large sip and sat down quickly, awkwardly staring at the tablecloth in front of you to avoid meeting eyes with anyone. You knew you couldn’t conceal the pain behind your eyes.

The worst part was, you truly were happy he found someone to make him as happy as he was. You cared for him more than anybody else in the world, and, objectively, it wasn’t fair of you to want them to break up. If you met someone else in your position, you would tell them to get over it and move on. She truly was a great woman, and you hated the small part of you that viewed her as competition, as if women could only see each other as threats. Damn patriarchy. Despite your feelings eating you up inside for years, you had to suppress them. For John’s sake, and for Veronica’s sake. They truly were a great couple, and you despised yourself for harbouring feelings towards him.

It pained you to admit, even to yourself, but a small part of you always thought John and yourself would end up together. You thought he was the great love of your life. From the first moment you realised you were soul-crushingly in love with him, as opposed to just caring for him as your best friend, you never had eyes for anyone else. You truly thought you had been lucky enough to stumble into a clichéd rom-com; inseparable childhood friends fall in love with each other, and live happily ever after. But that wasn’t this story.

6 years earlier

 “Y/N, I think you need to slow down,” John laughed, trying to grab your drink from your hands. “You have to take it easy, this is your first time drinking.”

“Nuh-uh,” you giggled, taking another large gulp and wincing at the burning sensation in your throat. “Tonight, my friend, we are getting hammered. Don’t be a bore, it’s my eighteenth birthday!” You ignored the flip-flop in your stomach when John rolled his eyes jokingly, smiling brightly at you. You had never seen anybody so beautiful. That’s why, when you finally turned eighteen, you were glad to be able to legally drown your sorrows in excessive amounts of alcohol. It was about time, and you were reaching your breaking point; you had been in love with John for two years.

Shaking your head at your thoughts, you smiled back at him, once again ignoring the lurch in your heart. “Let’s dance,” you reached out your hand, dragging him onto the dancefloor of the club.

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A couple hours went by, filled with countless drinks, excessive giggling, yelling to be heard over, quite frankly, annoying music, and flashing lights that gave you a pounding headache. You tried to ignore this, along with the sweat dripping down your face. You were sure you looked disgusting. However, you didn’t care, because you were having so much fun with your best friend. The two of you couldn’t stop laughing, at anything and everything, and, of course, were showcasing your best dorky dance moves.

Eventually, your head began to spin, and you yelled, “Let’s sit down for a while,” dragging John by the wrist to a table in the corner. Unfortunately, as you tried to sit down, you missed the chair, falling flat on your bum. The both of you burst out laughing, John feeling slightly guilty. To compensate for this, although still smirking to hide his grin, he offered both of his hands to you. You gratefully accepted his hands, allowing him to pull you up. You stumbled forward, collapsing into him, chest to chest, due to your current state of consciousness.

Now, neither of you were laughing. You were suddenly hyper-aware of John, and everything about him; his hot breath on yours, the feeling of his hands on the small of your back, steadying you, and his intense gaze. Spurred on by your drunkenness and lack of inhibitions, you wrapped your arms around his neck, glancing down at his lips while licking yours. You slowly began to lean in, your heart beating rapidly. You had never wanted anything more than to be as close to him as possible.

“Y/N,” John breathed, taking a step back. “We can’t. You’re, um, we’re –“ He was cut off by you collapsing to your knees, vomiting.

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You woke up with a throbbing headache, the morning light too harsh for your sensitive eyes. You groaned, head spinning as you sat up, rubbing your eyes. You glanced over to see John sitting on the other end of the bed, smiling knowingly at you.

“Morning,” he chimed, “how you feeling?”

“Like death,” you scoffed. “Jesus Christ, did I really drink that much?” You racked your brain for memories of the previous night. You remembered drinking a lot, dancing a lot, and laughing. A lot. Then, oh god. You tried to kiss John, and he rejected you. You quickly decided to suppress this forever, for the sake of your friendship, hoping he would either forget himself, or assume you had forgotten; a decision you would come to regret for a long time.

“You threw up on my shoes,” John laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling adorably. Shit. He was so beautiful, it wasn’t fair. Little did you know, he was thinking the exact same thing about you, and the only reason he didn’t kiss you the previous night was because he wanted to do it right; not in a club when both of you were shitfaced.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry Deacy!” you groaned, crawling over to him and hugging him, ignoring the pathetic jolt of electricity you felt when he gripped you back, only quickly.

“Your breath stinks, get away from me,” he giggled, pushing you away. You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the pit in your stomach from this all too familiar rejection, despite its playful nature.

2 years later

You twirled the phone cord around your finger, readjusting your position on the couch. Your pregnant belly was causing you so much discomfort; you weren’t sure how much longer you could endure this. Especially as you were five days overdue.

“Yeah, yeah, work’s the same as always,” you lied; you were on maternity leave.

“So there’s really nothing else new? We haven’t seen each other in like 10 months, there must be something to report on!” John teased you. You bit your lip at this; of course there was something new. But, for reasons you couldn’t explain, your pregnancy felt like a betrayal to him.

“Honestly, I’m just feeling a bit lonely,” you sighed, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Y/N. But hey, I’ll see you on the next stop of our tour, right?” John’s band, Queen, were touring the UK. You were so proud of him for pursuing his passion and gaining such a strong audience for his music.

“Of course –“ You were cut off by a blinding pain in your abdomen. Holy shit, you were in labour.

“Y/N, are you okay?” John asked, concerned. You couldn’t help but let out a wince at the ridiculously painful contraction.

“I – I have to go,” you quickly hung up. It was time.

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As you held your baby girl for the first time, you had never felt so close to another human being. You never imagined you would have such strong maternal instincts, and you never planned, or wanted, to have children. Yet, all you wanted was to protect the baby in your arms. You couldn’t control the tears that streamed down your face, loud sobs escaping your lips; you had never felt so fulfilled or happy. You’d always thought the love of your life was a man, but now, you realised your baby girl was the love of your life. Despite the absence of her father, you knew that as long as you had each other, everything was going to be okay. The only thing missing in your life was John’s friendship, and your irreplaceable closeness.

As if on cue, you heard an all-too familiar voice; “Hi, Y/N.” You glanced up, your vision blurry due to the tears clouding your eyes. But you could pick him anywhere.  

You made eye contact with the nurse in the room, she smiled knowingly, and left the room.

“John,” you breathed. You covered your mouth with your hand, choking up again. “What are you – how? How’d you know?” He bit his lip, hiding a grin, as he walked towards you and perched on the edge of the bed. He was staring at your baby girl in amazement.

“I knew something was going on when we spoke on the phone, so we came here a few days early. I went to your house, and it was unlocked, so I went in and saw the cot. I put two and two together.” He looked ashamed, he was avoiding eye contact with you, fiddling with the blanket. “I hope I’m not overstepping.”

You shook your head rapidly, reaching out and clasping his hand. “There’s no one else I’d rather have with me.” He let out a sigh of relief, smiling back at you.

“Come here,” you beckoned, letting him sit next to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.

“John, this is Annabel. Annabel Beth (Y/L/N).” The most loving, curious look overtook John’s face as his voice softened. “Hi, Annabel, gorgeous.” It felt like an invasion of privacy to see him in such a raw, vulnerable state. Annabel opened her wide eyes, glancing up at John. He wiggled his fingers at her, and she gazed at him in wonderment.

“I think she likes you,” you giggled. You glanced up at him, your faces dangerously close. Your heart was beating rapidly, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of contentment and fulfilment. Perhaps it was both of these things, especially as you felt as though everything in your life suddenly made sense and you were no longer so lonely, that caused you to do something stupid. You began to lean into John, breathing heavily. You got so close that you were nose to nose. Suddenly, John turned his face away. Only slightly, but it was enough to make your heart sink. You cleared your throat, readjusting yourself and Annabel so you weren’t leaning in to John so closely.

“So, um, what happened with the tour?” you asked, trying to keep your mind off the fact that John changed it to be here with you.

“Don’t worry, we didn’t have to cancel any shows,” he said, after all this time still knowing what you were thinking, better than yourself. “The boys were fine with coming here a little early. I sent them out to explore the city today.”

“Thank you,” you breathed, tearing up again. Damn hormones. “I can’t believe you did that for me. You didn’t even know what was going on.” Your head was spinning; would a friend act like this? To any outsider, you were the picture of a perfect family. Except you weren’t.

“I’d do anything for you, Y/N,” he said in a small voice, kissing the top of your head delicately, then Annabel’s, making you laugh softly.

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“Freddie, Brian, Roger, this is Y/N. Y/N, these are the guys.”

“Nice to finally meet you,” you grinned, shaking each of their hands.

“So glad to meet you too, darling,” Freddie kissed your cheek. “We’ve heard so much about you.”

“Really?” you laughed, glancing over to John and raising an eyebrow. He shrugged adorably, making your cheeks flush, much to your shame.

You then introduced the boys to Annabel; thankfully, they were all great with her, and engaged in conversation and laughter over tea and biscuits. You asked them about their rockstar lives, and they asked you about your life, without prying. You tried to avoid certain topics, such as the absence of Annabel’s father and your own parents.

When you tended to Annabel and the guys cleared the dishes and cleaned up, despite your protests, you could, unintentionally, overhear their conversation from the next room.

“Deacy, she’s amazing. Remind me, why aren’t you two together?” a voice, who you assumed was Brian, asked. You froze, hating yourself for listening. But you couldn’t go in there now; you were never good at hiding your feelings from John.

“Because...” John began. There was a pause, and your breath hitched in your throat as you listened intently, your head spinning. “She doesn’t feel that way about me. We’re just friends, it’s never been anything more.”

“Sounds like you want it to be more.” Roger interjected bluntly.

“I don’t know,” John sighed. “We’ve been friends for so long. I’m so confused. I mean, I know I love her, but in what way?”

[thosequeenboys]

A Love is Lost, a Love is Won (Joe Mazzello/John Deacon-platonic)

A/N:  This was written for @deakys-chesthair who asked me for a soft Joe and John.  Hope you like, Love. Here’s my vision of Joe finally meeting John, who is living a gratifying life. They share their commonalities, joys and challenges. Also, Joe has an amazing movie in the works!! There’s a little repurposed content from a Love is Love chapter, now Joe-focused with mostly new material. The title is from Brian’s beautiful gem, Dear Friends. 

Warnings:  Reflections on death of parent and friend; some angst, mostly fluff

Sitting at the desk in his extra room just after daybreak, Joe eyed the weights and other exercise equipment around him, willing himself to work out for an hour. He sighed.  OK, a half hour. Nope. Not happening.  He stared hard, hoping the barbells could be moved through telekinesis and give his biceps a nice burn.  

Joe slumped into the chair and logged into his phone instead. He hovered his finger over the Instagram app and then dipped it gently. It had been quite a while since he posted. He moved into the bedroom and took a quick picture of himself next to his packed, open suitcase on the luggage rack. He added the caption, “Headed to the UK for a great project.  Stay tuned.”

As soon as he posted, the hearts and comments flowed:  inquiries and congratulations about the project, declarations of love and a few marriage proposals.  Given his non-existent love life, Joe wondered if he should consider them.  Not all of those stans were crazed, he reasoned with a smirk.  But then a wave of darkness crashed over him as snarky, negative comments were posted. Why were people outright mean?  His heart rate quickened and he felt a sheen of sweat erupt behind his neck, physical signs of rising distress and anxiety: What if his fans were disappointed and the reviewers panned the movie?  He wished he could call his father and hear his calming voice reassure him.  With that not an option, he turned off his phone to stop those negative thoughts.    

A few hours later, the phone rang with a London number.  He presumed it was someone from the production calling to provide some details.

“Joe Mazzello.” He answered cheerfully.

“Hello, Joe!” The sweet, melodic British accent was unmistakable.  “Brian May, here!”  

“Brian, Hi! Wow! What’s up??” Joe asked excitedly.  Had it really been almost a year since they spoke?

“Well, I saw on Instagram that you’re headed to the UK!  Another movie?”  Brian asked positively.

“Yes!” Joe responded, excitedly.  “A tango of espionage and romance.  Directed by Ron Howard.  He’s a great guy.  So far, so good.”

“That’s fantastic!” Brian said.  “You deserve it!”  

“Thank you! How have you been?” Joe inquired, adding, “I’d love to see you and Roger when I get settled in London.  I’ll be there a few months.”

“Things are good.  Families are good…Of course, we’d love to see you.” Then Brian hesitated, wanting to change topics.  “Uh, Joe, I have a proposition for you.   No pressure….I saw your post just before I rang John-Deacy-for our regular monthly call.  I mentioned you’d be in London.  He was very curious about you in a way he hadn’t been before.  He said it was time for you two to meet.  What do you think?”

“No kidding?? Wow!  Yes! I mean….you’re sure he’s ok with it?” Joe was excited, though a bit of trepidation crept in.

“Yes, very much so.” Brian said definitively.  “Veronica too.  I’ll email you his contact information.  It’s been a long time coming, yeah?  Will you let me know how it goes?” Brian inquired, his voice rising with curiosity.

“Of course.”  Joe said, thinking the conversation seemed surreal.  He refocused on the call.  “Great to hear from you.  I’ll reach out to John-and definitely will be in touch with you. And thanks, Brian. Thanks.”  

After Brian bid farewell, Joe smiled in a daze.  He couldn’t believe he’d finally be meeting John Deacon.   He laughed to himself as he conceptualized the reunion as a television mystery drama: “John Deacon: The missing link from BoRhap….uncovered years later.”  He was curious how the show would play out.

*****

Joe stretched his legs and settled in comfortably in the back of the cab as it drove through the well-appointed residential communities on the outskirts of London.  He couldn’t wipe the smile from his face if he tried. Nor did he want to. His mind was peppered with positive thoughts.  It felt good to have a day trip out of the city – and a break from the intensity of work. Though he wasn’t complaining; the filming was going very well.  The cast and crew were fantastic, and working with Ron Howard was a dream.  Not only was Ron a creative and supportive director, he and Joe bonded over their experiences as child actors whose impressive careers continued into adulthood.  The film had already garnered a lot of positive buzz.  Joe felt he was positioned for a professional resurgence, thought it took longer than he wanted.  The worrisome thoughts and sadness that sometimes lapped at him were at bay.  As the cab pulled into a circular driveway with two cars, the August sun ducked behind some clouds painting a silver lining.  He paid the fare and grabbed his backpack.  The footprint of a modest house was built out with additions.  He checked his watch as approached the heavy wood door and knocked, pleased he arrived right at the appointed time for tea.

“Hello, Hello!” Joe heard that unmistakable, slightly garbled voice enthusiastically approaching the door.

John opened the door and stepped out into the covered portico.  “Joe.” he said, extending his hand with a warm smile. “So nice to meet you.”  

Joe grasped John’s hand. “So nice to meet you.”  Joe responded. As Joe looked at John, decades of the bassist’s images flipped through Joe’s mind.  It was hard to believe this icon he had played on the big screen  was before him.  They were both overcome with emotion.  It was indeed a moment that couldn’t be scripted. Their hands still joined, they each lurched forward into a hug.  John rubbed Joe’s back affectionately, and Joe held John tightly in the embrace.

John pulled away and he took in Joe slowly starting with the wavy auburn hair sprinkled with golden highlights of the summer sun.  He moved down to the firm biceps protruding from his t-shirt and the outline of the broad chest. His eyes dropped and landed on his slender waist leading to fit legs accentuated by the low-slung black jeans.  He was even more handsome in person.  

“I clearly got a needed visual upgrade from my movie doppelganger.” John chuckled and winked at Joe playfully breaking his gaze.  Joe laughed and stared at John. He was struck by John’s charm and ease, considering all he had heard about him being dower and anti-social of late.  

“Come in, let’s get you comfortable.”  John said warmly, as held the door and he stretched an arm out toward the spacious living room off the foyer.  Joe unzipped his backpack and took out a blue silk pouch, which he slid into his front pocket.  He left his backpack in the foyer and took a few steps into the comfortable room.

This life lived, which he knew from his research, was laid out before him.  Gold records were displayed against a long wall in a den beyond. A long table in the back of the living room displayed photos in an array of elegant frames.   There were intimate shots of John’s family, as well as a few of him with various combinations of his band mates.  On the wall above the table hung a large framed photograph with about 20 people standing in a backyard.  Joe walked toward it, curiosity overtaking him, and then halted, suddenly sensitive about invading John’s privacy.  

“Oh, that’s….”John’s voiced hitched.  He walked up to the photo and beckoned Joe with a long finger.  John took a deep breath, steeling himself to go back in time to that moment. “That was September 1991.  Had everyone over for a cookout to celebrate Freddie’s birthday.  Veggie burgers for Brian, of course.” John chuckled, deflecting the emotions from the day, now rising in him.

“It was the last time.” He paused, his voice shaking a bit. “The last time I saw Freddie fairly at ease, before he…his final deterioration….”   Joe took a small step closer to the photo. Freddie’s thin frame was accentuated by the large belt around his narrow waist.  Freddie leaned into Jim, and John was on the other side of Freddie, his arm skimmed the singer’s back.  Roger leaned into John, and Brian eased closely next to smiling Roger.  All of their broods were in front of them. Freddie was enveloped by the love of his band mates and, though not legally acknowledged, his husband.

“That’s lovely.  Shows how much you all loved him.” Joe said.  John looked wistfully at the photo and then, he looked down.  His eyes scanned for a new subject, needing to distract himself. Joe related to that reaction; looking at photos of his dad since his passing conjured a range of emotions that sometimes felt too much to bear.  

John picked up a framed black and white photo of the band performing.  “This was one of our earliest shows, when I joined the band. I thought you did a great job portraying that time in the movie-the energy, the possibilities.  The four of us finding our togetherness….” He returned the photo to the table.

“Thanks,” Joe said, allowing a faint smile.

“Ah….,” John lifted a color photo in a wood frame which featured him in a blue t-shirt and pants standing behind Freddie at his piano, casting a loving gaze at the singer.   “Some version of this is floating around out there.   Freddie and me during “Somebody to Love” at the Montreal Concert.   One of Freddie’s favorites. He got me to sing on the recording, amazingly.” John laughed.  “There wasn’t much I wouldn’t do for him really.” John said solemnly as he stared at the photo.

“You were such a good friend to him,” Joe interjected positively.

“And, he to me,” John countered, his eyes intense.   John opened his mouth to say more, but closed it as Veronica entered.  She carried large tray with a teapot, butter, jam, sugar and cream-and a beautiful round loaf of bread on a wood cutting board.  She placed it on the coffee table that held plates,napkins cups and saucers.  The treats were surrounded by comfy chairs and sofas.

“Ah, here’s my blushing bride, Veronica.  Ronnie, Dear, this is Joe, Joe Mazzello.” John exclaimed.  Returning the photo, he shifted his focus to the present and his temperament to upbeat.

“Ah, I do see the resemblance.  A bit uncanny, actually.  ” Veronica intoned with a grin.  “Welcome, Dear. Come sit and relax. How about some tea and bread-made by John!” she offered graciously, as she sat on a chair and started to serve.

“Really?” Joe queried. “ I’m impressed!

“Well,” John said, a grin spreading over his face, delighted to launch into the explanation. ‘For many years, I’ve gone to this little café most mornings to get a cup of tea and a treat-and read my paper.  I read mostly online these days, amazing isn’t it? But I do like the feel of a freshly printed newspaper.  Anyway, they make lovely bread, and I spoke with owner about her techniques. I’ve always loved fresh bread-and the science behind it.  So, I took a class and have built bread baking into my routine.  It’s calming and nice to have a tangible product for your efforts. This is a cottage loaf, two loaves melded together.”

“We all enjoy this hobby,” Veronica enthused.

“This is fantastic, so buttery. Thank you,” Joe said, licking his lips after swallowing a generous bite.

After tea, John asked Joe. “Would you like to see the garden?

“I’d love to!” Joe said.

John led Joe through sliding doors into the expansive backyard that had a magical and peaceful quality to it.  Off to the side there was an intricate climbing structure in the shape of a castle, complete with a moat, drawbridge and turrets. The edifice included ropes, nets and bricks for climbing to the large room on top and a slide for a quick departure.  

“Wow, this is unbelievable!” Joe said.  John walked over to the castle, Joe in tow, and he flicked a switch under the slide.  Suddenly, the window of the top room was framed in colorful lights.  Joe’s mouth opened incredulously.  

“Was bored one day, and rigged that up.  The grandkids have their ice cream up there in the summer as the sun sets.” John said factually.

“Great to have a grandfather with an electronics degree.”  Joe said admirably. “Gosh, my nieces and nephews would have a field day on that. And I would too with them!” he added sheepishly.

“Uncle Joe, eh? How lovely,” John praised.

Joe nodded.  “Yeah, they keep me young.”  Both men laughed.   Joe looked around at the manicured plantings. “Your garden is stunning.”

“Thank you, yes, gardening is another past-time I enjoy.  Keeps me grounded. No pun intended,“ John said with a giggle.  “Let me show you my absolute favorite.”  

John led Joe toward a large bed surrounded by a white wood fence, and he opened the gate.  Twenty or so fragrant rose bushes of all colors surrounded a sturdy, hand-crafted bench, its weathered wood was lit by the late afternoon sun. John stopped at a yellow rose next to the bench that featured orange and pink shades at its billowy edges.  “This is the Freddie Mercury Rose!” (1)

“No? Seriously?” Joe bent to take in the heady scent.  John gestured to the long bench, encouraging Joe to sit.  John took a deep inhale of the fragrant roses as he sat and Joe joined him.

“Yes, RosaBatMercury, introduced around 1994.”  John elaborated,  “Fan club members raised money to name a rose in memory of Dear Fred.  It has special meaning for me; it helps pull me back when I start to descend into my caverns of darkness:  loss, sorrow, worry.  

“I have those caverns too.” Joe said, looking down.  “Especially since my dad died.”  Joe focused on the Freddie rose next to him to keep the tears at bay.  

“So sorry to hear. When did he pass, Joe?”  John asked softly.

“May 2018, as we were filming Borhap, “Joe said, looking down.  

“Must have been so hard for you.” John’s empathy showed in his eyes.

“Yeah, but the guys…they were so supportive. I don’t know how I would have gotten through it without them.”  Joe said.

Ah…good to hear you had their support.” John whispered.  Then he let out a loud sigh. “Fatherless sons. We can be a sad lot.”

“Yeah, I know your dad died when you were so young.  That must have been hard on you. I’m sorry..”  Joe said softly, raising his eyes to John.

John nodded.  “Thank you.  It was-and it made Freddie’s death so much harder for me.  Another profound loss.  But Fred always lived his life to the fullest-and kept sorrow and worry in their place-even at the end.  I know he wanted me to do the same,”  John smiled.

“I’m working on that.” Joe said, wiping his eyes on the back of his sleeve.  John reached over and hugged Joe, and Joe welcomed the older man’s embrace. Then Joe pulled away, a smile spreading over his face.

“I guess life hasn’t always been ‘a bed of roses,’ Joe smirked, adding, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

John giggled.  “True, hasn’t, can’t always be, can it?  But yet-here we are,” he said, motioning to the tangle of beautiful, vibrant rose bushes surrounding them.

“One thing I’ve learned,” John said, “Millions of pounds in therapy later, is that sorrow can coexist with happiness.  And it doesn’t have to be the melody of the song.  It can have its day-yes, and sometimes it pulls you in.  But then, you get on with it.  You let in the good things-and the pleasant surprises along the way, yeah? The big success of BoRhap-and now this new movie for you.  New hobbies for me.  And a deep love of family – for both of us.”

Joe nodded and smiled. “It’s good to see you’re well. And happy.  It’s a relief actually.”

John smiled cheekily. “Yes, the mind fills in what isn’t provided, and the narrative is often a negative one, isn’t it?  Roger and Brian fuel it by pretending that we aren’t in touch.  They’ve certainly had some dramatic words to describe my detachment,” he said, more bitterly than he intended.   “But,” he countered softly,” I know they do it to protect me.  They are well-practiced in protecting friends they love.”   Both John and Joe looked down.

“We missed you during BoRhap,” Joe ventured cautiously, making eye contact with John to detect his reaction.   John nodded slightly.  

Joe continued, “I would have loved to have had you on set.  And at the Oscars,” Joe’s face lit up, thinking of that special night.  Then he focused on John again.   “But, I respected your choice not to be involved.”

John looked over at Joe. “Sometimes, there’s no in-between. You’re either all-in or all-out and that’s what happened. I enjoyed it – well, most of it. But it ran its course, and after Freddie died, I didn’t...it was too painful without him.”  Joe nodded.  

John looked around at the roses and said, “’to everything there is a season and a time to every purpose.’ (2)  That season had passed for me.  Had to move on, protect myself-and focus on my family.   I’m happy for Brian and Roger, that they’ve continued and their shows with Adam are successful.  We all got what we wanted.”

Then John smiled and touched Joe’s arm lightly, “It’s great the movie was made, and you showed our music to so many new fans--and increased our royalties.” He laughed.  “I really am appreciative.” John leaned in and hugged Joe.

Joe broke apart. “I have something for you.  When we wrapped BoRhap, we were able to take some props.  I took a few picks-and always hoped I’d be able to give you one. Not that you need it, of course.” Joe dug into his front pocket and retrieved the silk pouch and handed it to John.  “And, Happy Birthday!”

John smiled at him and carefully removed the pick and held it up.  “How thoughtful of you.  Well, we must give it a workout, mustn’t we?”  

“Oh, no,” Joe said, “I’m way out of practice.”  

“Well, good,” John laughed, “You won’t upstage me, then.  Come.”

John led the way back to the house and they entered a door at the basement level.  He pressed a few switches on the wall and a studio with track lights came into view.  Basses on a stands, amps, a small drum set, microphones and speakers were positioned around the ample area.  “Luke uses this space mostly now.   Here, let me set you up.”  John gave Joe a bass and took one himself. After some tuning, John strummed and said, “So, how about ‘Under Pressure?’” They jammed for awhile, and then Joe looked at this watch.  “I should head back. Due on set early tomorrow.  He took out his phone and called for an Uber. 

They stood at the entry foyer as the car pulled into the driveway.

“It was so great spending time with you.” Joe said.  “Thanks for inviting me.”

“You’re welcome.  And, Likewise,” John said. “I’d like to stay in touch. if you….”

“I’d really like that.” Joe said.  

As they hugged good-bye, Veronica looked on holding a parcel of bread for Joe to take with him. 

John released Joe, “I think we can count each other as dear friends.”

Thanks @warriorteam1924 for the bass guidance :)  Tagging some Joe & John fans: @jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels @deakysgurl @johndeaconshands @mazzell-ro @orionis8689 @hellysthings @cardboardbenmazzello @johndeaconstoothgap

 Notes

1.       Here’s info on this spectacular bloom:  https://www.styleroses.co.uk/buy-plants/freddie-mercury-hybrid-tea-bush-rose

2.       Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. This verse is beautifully captured in the song Turn, Turn Turn recorded by The Byrds, written by Pete Seeger

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11, 31 and 40!

11. Fave drum fill?

Ohhhh nooooooo, Quirky! What a question. I don’t know. I mean how can you choose when he weaves his drums in and out seamlessly all the time? I don’t want to cop out though and not give an answer so.... even though I’m still not sure if I like the song, I’ll say Tie Your Mother Down. Cos BOY do those drums hit.

30. Deac/k/q/x/y?

Deaky and Deacy. I’ll write Deaky on tumblr and, when I can remember, I’ll write Deacy in fic where Brian is the main POV narrative.

40. Is the “It’s a Hard Life” music video valid?

😂 is it VALID? Well, it exists, is that not valid enough? 

Yes, it is, imo, because first of all, even though only Freddie liked it, they all worked damn hard on it anyway (they showed up AND they acted!!), and it tells a story... of a sort. It doesn’t matter that’s not really cohesive, it matters enough that they went through the effort to give us a flawless video anyway, with stage setting, costumes and a narrative. Some bands put together clips of them using public spaces for free, in their own tatty clothes, and call it a music video.Pffft!

From the Queen asks.

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don’t know about you but I could really use some soft deacy cuddles rn... also congrats on 500 🥰 (love you more than i love gritty)

john deacon you idiot cuddle me before i SCREAM

it’s absolutely disgusting how much i love this man. and, yes, like you, cal, i need some deaky snuggs. 

what about when it’s the first snow of the year and the power goes out because your ding-bat neighbor did not trim the tree that overhangs the power-lines like he was supposed to. so when the branches get weighed down by the snow, one limb decides to break off and fall directly onto the power-lines, effectively turning your house into an icebox. 

you aren’t complaining, though. you’ve got on your comfiest set of clothes—ratty sweats, thick wool socks, john’s old university sweater—and a blanket wrapped tight around your body. wrapped in the blanket, you sit against the headboard of your bed, covers upon covers on your lap and the cat curled around your feet. 

the small radio in the corner informs the residents of your neighborhood that power will not be restored for the foreseeable future, and john curses your neighbor yet again as he dips into the room, a mug of hot cocoa in each hand. he sidles in next to you, looking rather ridiculous in his winter hat and your plush pink bathrobe but it’s what he scrounged together in the dark. you hiss when his ankle hits your leg.

“you’re cold!”

“it’s fuckin’ frigid in here.” he slings an arm over your shoulder, draws you against his chest. steam rises from the mug in his other hand, and you curl your fingers around the mug between your palms. “i’m gonna give johnson a piece of my mind when this gets sorted. ridiculous. him and that tree.”

lifting your head to peer through your lashes, you smile. “i think we should thank him.”

john scoffs. “i’m sorry? i didn’t quite hear you there. thank him? for cutting our power and turning us into walking ice-pops?”

“yeah. thank him.” you twist to set your mug on the bedside table then take his and do the same. turning back, you clasp his cold cheeks in your hands and kiss him hard. you let him get lost in the feeling for a moment, his hands firm against your back, before you pull away. “there’s plenty of other ways we can keep warm, john.”

he narrows his eyes in confusion before realizing the implication. shooing the cat off the bed with his foot, he rolls you over onto your back, his knees on either side of your hips. you giggle and begin to unearth yourself from your cocoon of warmth, intent on discovering other ways to increase body temperature. he stops you with a hand to his head and a confused look on his face. 

“can i keep my hat on, though? i think my ears might fall off otherwise.”

you just laugh and reach for him.

(jess’s 500 sleepover! requests closed)

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Don’t You Hear My Call Though You’re Many Years Away - Chapter 12

A/N: *Deep Breath* Here we go y’all. The moment of truth. This and next few chapters will be a bit more emotional.

Warnings: Angst.

I stood at the window of my room, watching the sun rise over this small section of the city as John slept peacefully in the bed. Before I moved to my current position I had set and watched him, as creepy as it sounds. I watched him in hopes of memorizing his handsome face. I worried it might be the last time he would be here with me.

After the day and night I had I would have rather been sleeping, but my mind wasn’t as exhausted as my emotions. I had to tell John the truth. I wanted to be honest with him. I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, simply vanish.

I had spent the early hours of the morning contemplating every way to go about telling him, and trying to predict what reaction I might get.

My stomach was in knots, apprehension and uncertainty consumed me. Would he believe what I had to say? Would he think I was insane? Would he tell the others? How could I prove to him what I had to say was true? Maybe the picture of me and my friends, the printed map, my drivers license? How do I even start? What if he wanted to know his future? The bands future?

I hadn’t come any closer to figuring out the answers to all the questions swirling around in my mind, hours later. The sun steadily rising higher.

I heard him shift behind me, looking over my shoulder I watched as his hand skimmed the bare sheets where I normally would have been laying. My heart ached to go to him.

Slowly he opened his eyes, looking at the empty bed before he glanced around. When he saw me, his sweet smile spread across his lips, his eyes crinkling.

“Morning, sweetheart. Why are you up so early?” He asked in a hoarse voice.

“Morning Deacy. I just had some things on my mind.” I replied, wrapping my arms around myself, trying to calm my nerves.

He moved again, pushing himself up so he was leaning against the headboard. The sheet falling from his chest to his lap and his hair sticking up in every direction. He was absolutely adorable in the morning.

“Such as?” He asked after he yawned.

Sighing, I looked back out the window before I spoke.

“About me.”

Looking back at him, his brow was creases in confusion.

“Alright...” he said softly, eyeing me with concern.

I moved back to the bed, his eyes following me the entire time as I came to sit on the edge. Taking a deep breath to still my nerves before I spoke. He reached out and took my hand. The gesture was meant to be reassuring, instead it almost broke my resolve.

“You know my birthday is in December, but what you don’t know is the year I was born...well I didn’t give you the year...because I was born...or will be born I should say...in 1991.” My heart was in my throat as I spoke.

My eyes never left his face, I was trying to judge his emotions and reactions. His brow furrowed further and his mouth opened slightly. Bewilderment creased his handsome features.

“What...I’m...I don’t understand. That’s 20 years from now... that doesn’t make sense...” he stammered as his questions and confusion rushing past his lips.

“Yes, I know. Long story short, I have a friend who developed, a sort of time machine. And I traveled back from 2012 to see my favorite band perform their first concert together.” I replied with full honesty. He looked disoriented as he spoke.

“Your favorite band?” His eye brows raising slightly before furrowing again. He closed his eyes, as if he was dizzy.

“Queen” I replied “my favorite band is Queen.”

I smiled at him and gently squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him. His eyes fell to our clasped hands and I could see him trying to work through his thoughts.

“Look, I understand if you want to leave right now, I’ve just dropped a huge secret on your shoulders, but I want you to know why.” I said, his eyes returning to mine as I spoke.

“It’s because I had no idea that I’d meet you. In fact, my friend...well friends warned against it, but here I am and you deserve the truth” I said as I moved closer to him.

“Others know?” He asked.

“Yes” I nodded “there’s 5 of us that know, and until now they’d been the ones to travel back in time, and with good reason. They’ve tried to stop certain events in history in hopes of changing the future for the better. But their endeavors have been in vain, because it doesn’t seem history wants to be changed. This is actually my first trip, I’ve only ever helped them prepare for theirs. But I was dumped, and that breakup either urged or uncovered my desire to travel, and I knew instantly where and when I wanted to travel to.”

He nodded his head slightly, “is that why the...machine or whatever was made, to change history?”

“I can’t truthfully tell you why Ryan made the machine, other than because he could” I replied with a shrug.

“And you chose to come here, and now...for us?” He asked.

I simply nodded and smiled at him.

“So you knew who we were that night?” He pressed.

“Yes” I replied, knowing I needed to explain further “but I didn’t know I was going to become friends with you, with any of you. But you stood up for me that night and took me in, I went against what was suggested to me. I just wanted to see my favorite band.”

“So you know about the bands future? My future? And I’m guessing you’ve hidden things too?” He asked, his hand slipping from mine.

“Yes” I replied softly “but I-I can’t tell you anything. I’m sorry. I don’t know what impact that would have on you or the future. I’m not here to change anything. I haven’t been trying to hide, but yes, I have, and it’s been awful.”

He stood and began to slowly pace the room as he spoke.

“This is incredibly unbelievable.”

“I know!” I replied, jumping to my feet to grab the photo, map and my license.

“Here” I said, handing him the items as he stopped walking, “proof.”

He looked at the picture of myself and my friends before meeting my eyes again.

“Those are two of my friends who have traveled too” I said pointing them out “Sierra and Claire.”

“Is her hair purple?” He asked looking back at the picture.

I laughed half heartedly “yes, well it was when this was taken, it was blue when I left.”

“Why?” He asked as he looked at me again.

“Because she likes it I guess” I said with a shrug.

“And this,” I said as I pulled the map from his hand “is a map of the area, well the area in 2012. This is what it will look like then.”

I pointed out the changes as he studied it for a few moments. His head shaking in disbelief.

“Also this,” I said tapping my license “has my birth date.”

He looked closely at the rectangular pieces of polycarbonate, sighing when he saw the date. 1991.

His eyes were squeezed shut as he lifted his head again. I stared at him waiting for him to speak or open his eyes. We stood in silence for a few moments before he looked at me again. There was no anger or hurt in his eyes, only confusion.

“I don’t even know...what to say, to ask, or even where to begin with...all this...” he confesses quietly.

“I know it’s a lot. I’m so sorry Deacy, but you had to know...” I began, unable to finish as tears filled my eyes.

“I think I need some time alone. I need to process this.” He said softly.

“I understand” I replied as he moved past me to get dressed.

I stayed where I was, and looked back out the window at the city. I heard his foot steps move towards the door, but I didn’t turn around when I spoke.

“John...please don’t tell anyone about this.”

“I won’t” he responded quietly before I heard the sound of the door open and then shut behind him.

I felt a lump rise in my throat as the tears filled my eyes. My was heart crumbling in a million pieces, and my body went numb.

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Interloper

Request:  Sorry if this is a weird request but can you do a thing where the reader is apart of Queen and after a concert Roger, Brian and John just pass her around like she’s just holes to fuck but when they’re done they’re all super soft and sweet (and Reader’s maybe a little snarky)

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Brian May x John Deacon x Reader

Warnings: Big Ol’ Smut-fest - 18+!, Hate fucking (kind of?), oral sex (m receiving), degradation, facial, handjob, unprotected sex, anal, light spanking, orgasm delay, choking, nipple play, tit fucking (blink and you’ll miss it), free use,dom/sub dynamics (sub!reader)

Words: 5990

A/N: I seem to have gotten myself a reputation for writing group sex and honestly i love that for me. (Is it my brand?) Anyway, I hope the anon who requested this enjoys it!

Taglist: @laedymoon  @somekind-ofcheese @dtfrogertaylor @ezmina98  @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor @bowiequeen

The stadium was darker now than it had been when you left the stage. It was quieter too, no longer drowned in the noise of the music or the crowd. They’d been wild, making you feel truly welcome on the stage for the first time since the tour started a week earlier. You sighed and dropped what remained of your cigarette next to your previous one, grinding it under the heal of your boot. If you were lucky the boys would have already headed off to the afterparty, left you to get changed in peace and make your way there in your own time. It was part of why you stayed behind, hidden in the wings as you watched the last of the crowd drift out and roadies pack up the instruments and dismantle the lighting rig. You’d needed a smoke anyway, and to try and burn every second of the show into your long-term memory, so it was the perfect excuse. Although, you would have done anything to avoid the rude comments and criticism that were sure to be hurled in your direction had you headed backstage straight away. Because that’s all you’d been getting lately. Not from Freddie, though if anyone had a right to bitch and moan it was him since you were playing second vocalist. Brian’s attitude you could also understand since they had you on guitar for a couple of songs too, but John and Roger had absolutely no right to treat you as appallingly as they had been. You thought it was out of some stupid sense of band loyalty but Freddie insisted it was because they missed shagging you. Maybe you were both right.  

Your footsteps echoed off the walls as you made the solitary journey back to the dressing rooms to change into something a little less stage worthy but no less eye-catching, praying you’d find it empty. You were almost there when you heard voices coming from the other end of the corridor. It had to be them on their way out. With a deep breath you squared your shoulders and held your head high and kept walking right at them. Roger whacked into your shoulder as he passed you, with far too much force for it to be an accident.  “Watch it arsehole,” you spat at his back.  He flicked the V at you.  “Out of the way,” Brian snarled as he shoved past you, followed by a snickering John. You ignored them as best you could, continuing on your way. Clearly the phenomenal show had done nothing to change their minds. If anything, they were more aggro now, having seen the audience, their fans, embrace you wholeheartedly. Freddie was a few steps behind them, flashing you an apologetic look as he reached you, but you waved him off.  “It’s fine,”  “Their being right cocks and you know it.”  “Yeah but I don’t know how to get them to stop. I’ve tried explaining, I’ve tried reasoning, I’ve tried being a bitch, I’m giving up. Clearly it doesn't matter to them that we used to get on so well, so I’m done trying.”  “They need a good stern talking to. Sit them down like naughty schoolboys and yell for a bit.”  You laughed, “Yeah, maybe."  “All I know is It's getting boring, this winging.”  “For me two Fred. But they can’t keep it up for the whole tour, that’s bloody months. They’ll have to get sick of it soon.  His shrug was disheartening but he didn’t have a chance to say much more as Brian called for him to hurry up.  “Do you want me to wait for you?”   “Nah, you go ahead,”  He nodded, leaving you with a squeeze of your shoulder. You took your time getting changed into a short tight dress, sequins around the hem to catch the light, perfect for a party and, bonus, not stinking of your sweat, before grabbing your stuff and heading out to the car.  

The party was in full swing when you got there, music blaring and drinks flowing. You rolled your eyes at the sight of Brian chatting up a woman almost young enough to be his daughter and skirted around them on your way to the bar. You were two shots in, starting to wonder which of the people making eyes at you would be worth your time, when you felt a hand on your waist. Turning your head just enough to see him out of the corner of your eye you realised who it was, cutting him off before he could utter whichever godawful pickup line he was about to use.  “Fuck off Roger, I’m not who you’re looking for.”  His hand slipped away from you, “Oh for fucks sake, it’s you.” He was slurring just enough to notice, “Thought you’d be off slutting it up by now.”  “Isn’t that your job?”  “Pretty rich coming from someone who blew her way to the top. At least I fucking worked for it.”  “You know I worked for it too,”  “Sure, worked at suppressing your gag reflex.”  “God I am so fucking sick of this shit. How many times do I have to tell you none of it was my fucking idea? Freddie was the one who set up the meeting with the record company and they were the ones who thought it’d be a good idea to stick me on the album. I didn’t volunteer for this. Believe me, if I had shagged myself into a record contract I wouldn’t be hanging around with you pricks. I’d be releasing my own album with my own songs.”  “You used to like our pricks. Couldn’t get enough of them.”  “Jesus, Freddie was right.”  “About what?”  “Nothing. Sod off would you? There’s a guy over there who looks hung and easy and your scaring him off,”  “Not me, love, your atrocious singing’s done that already.”  “You’re such a wanker.”  “Bitch,”  “Cunt,”  “Now now children. Meant to be a party.” Freddie said, tapping on the bar for another drink.  “It’s fine Fred, I’m...”  “Don’t you dare say you’re going. This is your party too and it’s much too early for a cohost to leave,” he turned towards Roger, “pull your head in Rog, just for one night.”  “Can’t believe you’d take her side in all this, she’s a fucking bitch,”  “Used that one already Rog, getting sloppy.”  “Oh enough already. I’m sick of the constant bickering. Where are Bri and Deaky we need to have a band meeting, upstairs, now.”  “Christ, don’t get your knickers in a twist.”  “Just find them.” 

Freddie charmed the key to a function room out of the bartender’s hands and the two of you made your way upstairs. You both fell silent as you waited in the dimly lit room. There were a number of large round tables covered in white table clothes, each surrounded by chairs. Some of them were still laid out with cutlery and half-drunk jugs of water, left overs from whichever event had finished before your party started, the staff called away to help man the bar and offer appetisers to everyone downstairs before they could finish tidying up.  “Wonder what was going on in here?” you asked as you sat in one of the chairs  “Wedding reception?” Freddie ventured, halfheartedly.  You both fell silent, not entirely sure what else to say. He’d listened to you whine about the other three enough times to know everything you were thinking and you could tell his patience was wearing thin. It took the others about twenty minutes before they joined you, grumbling the whole time.  “C’mon Fred, what’s this about? Ruined my shot with Tabitha just now,”  “Tabitha? That’s a cat’s name,”  “Shut up Deacy,”  Roger laughed as he dropped into a spare seat, already pushed out from a table.  “Shut up all of you.” Fred said loud enough to make them pause.  John turned away from Brian, looking for a place to sit, when his eyes fell on you, the grin sliding off his face, “What’s she doing here? Thought this was a band meeting?”  “It is,”  “She’s not part of the fucking band Fred,”  “On this tour she is.”  “No way,” Brian half shouted, “If that interloper is here then I’m going,”  “Brian, fucking hell, just stop for two seconds.” Freddie stepped in front of the door to block Brian’s path, and looked over to you. For a moment you thought he was going to try and appease Brian by throwing you out but instead he just said, “give them a right bollocking,” before darting out the door and slamming it shut. All four of you were frozen until you heard the unmistakable sound of the lock and then Brian was at the door, jiggling the knob and yelling, “let us the fuck out of here Mercury, or I swear to God.”  “Not until you sort your shit out.” Freddie yelled back, “I’m off to have another drink, I’ll be back in a few hours and I expect you all to be friends by the time I return.” 

“This is all your fault,” Roger pointed at you, catching the attention of the other two, “You shouldn’t even be here,”  “And why not?”  “Because you’re not part of Queen.”   “You heard Freddie, I am for this tour.”  Your statement was met with scoffs of derision and rolled eyes.  “Jesus, what is your problem?” You turned your back on Brian to glare at John and Roger, waiting for someone to answer. John was the first to speak, surprising you. His resentment had always been a bit quieter than the other two, whispered comments and underhanded criticisms rather than outright name calling. If anyone had been taking bets you would have placed your money on Brian throwing the first stone.   “Our problem is you. Just turned up one day and started singing”  “And playing guitar,” Brian chimed in.  “Yes, exactly,” John continued, pointing at Brian to emphasise his point, “And we had to change shit to accommodate you.”  “It was okay for a song or two but a whole album?” Brian scoffed, “And then we were told you were joining us on tour! Is it gonna happen again with the next album? It’s like your trying to worm your way into a permanent place in this band and we don’t like it.”  “Groupie’s aren’t meant to be on the fucking stage with the band they whore around for.” That was Roger.  “Jesus fucking Christ,” you got to your feet, unable to sit still any longer, “You’re acting like fucking children. You know full fucking well I didn’t organise this and if you really have that much of a problem you can take it up with any of the execs. It was all their idea. Easy way to get my name out there since I’m already acquainted with you.” You paused for a moment to take a breath, “Freddie was fucking right about you. You’re not upset with my performance. You know damn well I can sing and obviously everyone else thinks I’m good enough to be here. No, the real reason you’re all pissed off is that I don't fuck you anymore.” the longer you spoke the louder you got, feeding off the stunned looks the boys were giving each other, “You’re threatened by me because I used to be your groupie and now I’m standing in your spotlight. You’re mad that I’m getting the same sort of attention you used to get from me. Bet you get a little jealous every time you see me with some other guy. Maybe I should take it as a bit of a compliment though, since apparently no one else can suck or fuck as well as me.”  Minutes passed in almost silence, the only sound you huffing as the rage at weeks of mistreatment was released. You caught your breath, and still no one talked. The silence felt like it was closing in on you, pressing against your ears as you waited for one of them to say something in return. When none of them did you brought your hands to your hips and stared them all down, “Nothing to say? Guess that means I’m right. So I’ll make you a deal.”  “A deal?” Brian was trying to act unimpressed but there was curiosity in his tone.  “Tonight. I’ll give you tonight like I used to before you all turned into giant fucking arseholes. And in return you stop bitching about me being here. I’m not going anywhere so either you can accept my offer and be nice to me for the rest of this tour, or you can spend the next couple of months being petty dickheads. No skin off my nose what you choose. Either way I walk away from this one step closer to releasing my own music.”  “What do you mean tonight?” Roger asked, leaning forward in his seat.  “I mean that for the rest of the night I’m yours. You can share me around, do whatever you want with me, treat me like your own personal slut. And then tomorrow you’ll be nice to me. You’ll complement my singing instead of picking apart my performance. You’ll keep your rude comments and name calling to yourselves. And you’ll accept that I’m playing with you until we get told otherwise. Deal?  The three of them looked at each other. Clearly that was the last thing they’d expected you to say.  “Well? Are you in? Because if not I’m happy to try breaking down the door instead.”  “Knees. Now.”  “Jeez, alright Rog,” you rolled your eyes at his sudden shift, “d’you want me to call you Sir as well, or will my silent obedience suffice?”  “God she’s got a mouth on her,” John said, stalking towards where you stood in the middle of them all, “think it needs to be filled.”  “You always did like my mouth, didn’t y-” you were cut off by the way he grabbed your face in one hand, fingers and thumb pressing into your cheeks.  “Bitch has got an attitude problem,” he announced to the other two before lowering his voice and speaking directly to you again, “Now kneel like you were told to, so we can fuck it out of you.”  You nodded as much as you could, cheeks aching under his firm grip. He held you for a moment longer, staring at you as if he were daring you to talk back again, before he let you go. You fell to your knees instantly, looking up at him as he undressed methodically. You would have helped him tug his pants off except that Roger moved to kneel behind you, holding your wrists firmly behind your back while he leaned into your ear.  “You can call me Sir if you like. Daddy works too, know you get wet just saying it. Whatever you choose I hope you’ll remember to keep being good for us, love. We’re gonna use you every single way we can think of tonight. Show you how frustrated we’ve been with this whole situation.” The hand he wasn’t using to pin your wrists moved over your body, making you breakout in goosebumps as he teased your nipples through the fabric of your dress.  “Remind us what your safeword is,” John said, stepping closer as he lazily stroked his dick.  “Saxophone,”  “Saxophone. Good. Now open wide,” he tapped the tip of his cock against your lips and you took him in. Roger’s grip on your wrists tightened as your hand twitched, your instinct to wrap your fingers around John’s cock trying to take over. Instead you had to content yourself with bobbing down his length, pressing your tongue to the underside as you adjusted to him.  “Good girl,” he cooed softly, “gonna deepthroat me like a proper whore.”  You hum caught him off guard and he bucked his hips into you. The gag you made in response ruined any chance you’d had of taking your time to adjust, sending John into a frenzy and encouraging him to make you gag again and again. Before you knew it, he was holding your head steady as he fucked your throat, unrelentingly. Between John’s grunts and Roger’s hand, still toying with your breasts, you were completely oblivious to Brian. So, Roger releasing your hands and Brian yanking one of them up over your head, was a complete surprise. You placed the other against John’s thigh as Brian nudged your open palm with his semi-hard cock, rubbing himself against you until you closed your hand around him. Your position made it difficult to jerk him off properly, but you could feel him getting harder as he rutted into your hand. Roger took advantage of his now free hands, trailing both down your body and onto your thighs before dragging them slowly up and under the skirt of your dress. You could feel the sequins around your hem scratching lightly over your skin as the material was pushed to bunch up around your waist. You jerked your head back, releasing John with a pop as Roger rubbed your clit over your underwear. He stopped too soon, making you whine, and instead placed a hand on the back of your head.  “Thought you said we could do whatever we want with you. Don’t recall anyone saying you could stop,” he pushed your head forward again until you were once again gagging around John, “now this was your idea so you’re gonna be a good whore and take what we give you.” He gripped your hair and pulled you back before shoving you down again, all the while talking in your ear, “John wants you to swallow so you’re gonna swallow. If we want you to beg, you’ll beg. Whatever we give you, you will take and you will thank us for it. We’re going to use every inch of you. We don’t care how prettily you sing for everyone or how much money you make for the execs. We only care about how well you take our cocks, understand?”  You had no hope of responding as John resumed thrusting into your mouth but Roger didn’t seem to mind, more concerned with feeling you up. 

John’s hands replaced Roger’s on your head, his grip tightening as his orgasm drew closer. Each jerk of his hips had you gagging, mascara ringing your eyes where tears had clung to your eyelashes and been blinked off. He came with a string of grunted curses, filling your mouth, and ordered you to swallow before he let go of you, streaks of bright lipstick left in your wake. Brian gave you the few seconds it took for him to move in front of you and kick off his pants before he was grabbing your hair and pulling your mouth to his cock. With both hands free you clung to his legs, creating small, crescent shaped indents on the back of his thighs. You only noticed Roger’s absence when John, sunk to his knees beside you, his fingers taking up where Roger’s had been, prying your underwear away from you for long enough to shove his hand inside and run his fingers along your slit, pausing at your clit to rub it softly.  “God you’re fucking soaked,” he laughed, “Don’t know why I’m surprised. You came up with this little plan way too quickly for it to be spur of the moment. I think you’ve missed being our fuck toy. Probably been looking for an excuse to present yourself to us like this. I think you like being used by us and I think you missed having your holes full of us. Missed how we taste, how we make you feel,” his fingers pressed harder against your clit briefly before shifting back to the softer touch, “I think the spotlight of the stage can’t compare to the rush you feel knowing you’ve been a perfect whore for us.”  You whined around Brian earning a panted laugh from him,  “That’s right, slut,” he said from above you, “keep making those sounds. Know you want me to cum in your mouth. And all it does is prove us right.”  John pushed a finger into you, and another of your whines was muffled by Brian, burying his cock in your throat, holding you with your nose pressed into his pubic hair. A shiver ran through your body as your dress was unzipped, falling open to expose your bare back. Your chest tightened, screaming for air, and you frantically tapped on Brian’s thigh. He let you go, reeling backwards with a final gag as he slipped from your mouth and you were free to gasp for air.   “F-fuck,” you managed to choke out as your dress was unceremoniously pushed off your shoulders and down your arms. Brian was still in front of you, hand sliding up and down his shaft as he readjusted his other hand in your hair, pulling your head up a little higher.  “Close your eyes and open your mouth,” he growled, holding you still. The last thing you saw before you shut your eyes was his hand speed up, working himself to release his load over your face. Some of it landed on your tongue but more splattered over your cheek and chin.   Brian chuckled as he ran two of his impossibly long fingers over your chin, pushing the cum up to your lips. You dutifully sucked on his fingers but a loud bark of laughter distracted both you and Brian. 

“What the fuck are you doing carrying lube around in your jacket, Rog?” John was collapsed on the floor in a fit of giggles.  “What? Thought that girl with the big arse might show up again tonight, wanted to be prepared.”  “You’ve been wearing the jacket all day, how long has it been in there?”  “Not that long, Crystal got it for me after the show. But y’know,” he pushed on your back between the shoulder blades until you fell forward onto your hands, “you wanna make fun of me, you won’t get to fuck her arse.” He brought his hand down onto your backside, making you jump. You felt your dress being pushed up to your waist, and your underwear being slipped down your legs until they were tangled around your knees. There was a brief pause as you heard him unzip is his pants. The next thing you expected to hear was him popping open the lube, but instead he eased into your cunt. He went slow but it made your breath catch in your throat all the same. Once he was buried in you as deep as he could go he began to pull out again, almost all the way before he snapped his hips forward, driving back into you hard.  “Oh, fuck,” you gasped, letting yourself collapse on your arms, resting your head against them. You could feel the last of Brian’s cum smearing across your cheek and onto your arm as Roger continued his slow pace. You’d almost forgotten about the lube until you head him flick open the tube. It was cold against you when he squirted a generous amount over your arse, carefully using his fingers to begin stretching you out. You moaned, the combination of his fingers and his cock pushing you steadily closer to orgasm. But not fast enough. You moved your arm, slipping it under your body with the idea of rubbing your clit until you came.  “Would one of you stop her?”  John grabbed your arm and pulled it back before you could get your fingers where you wanted them.   “No, please, I need more,” you whined, shifting your other arm out from under your head. Brian grabbed that one, both of them pinning your wrists out in front of you.  “Please let me touch,” you said into the carpet, trying to wriggle free of their grip. Roger brought the hand that wasn’t occupied down on you again, drawing a yelp from you.  “Told you we were gonna show you how frustrated we’ve been. So you don’t get to cum that easily. If you’re good you’ll be rewarded.”  He picked up his pace, rolling his hips into you faster, making you cry out though he wasn’t angled quite right to hit your g-spot. Without warning he pulled his fingers from your arse and you found yourself being yanked up, Roger’s hand wrapping around your throat to hold you against his chest. You could hear Brian laughing as your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned, only for Roger to squeeze your throat and cut it off. For a moment you floated there, willing Roger to just make you cum, but the sound of a chair being dropped in front of you brought you back to the room. John sat down and leaned forward to grab your tits, tugging on your nipples until you winced.   “Y’know, going bra-less was completely unnecessary in that dress. Just more proof you wanted to whore around for us.” He said as he used his hold on your nipples to pull you away from Roger’s chest. Roger’s hand remained tight on your throat as John slid his cock between your breasts, using his grip and the motion of Roger’s thrusts into you, to push them up and down his shaft.  “She likes it when you call her a whore. Fuckin’ squeezes her cunt.”  “Is that right, huh? You want to be our pretty cumslut that badly? Good. We’re gonna cover you in it. Gonna fill you so full of spunk you won’t be able to move without it dripping down your legs. And you’re going to beg for it, aren’t you? Go on, beg roger to cum in your pussy.”  “Pl-ease, Roger, please cu-m in my pussy.”  “More,” Roger growled as he rammed into you again and again, rapidly heading towards his climax.  “Pl-please cum in me Rog. I nee-ed it. Want, want to fee-l you fi-ll my pussy.”  Roger slammed into you twice more, hard, holding himself balls deep in you as he hit his release, grunting, voice strained as he told you what a good whore you were. 

You whined as his softening cock slipped out of you and he moved aside. But you didn’t have time to miss the feeling of being filled too much before Brian was placing his arms under your shoulders and lifting you to your feet. John stood and pushed your dress and panties from you completely, leaving you naked. You let them pull you around, barely able to concentrate on anything other than the ache between your legs and the tight coil in your stomach that felt like it could spring loose at any moment. John pushed himself onto one of the tables, legs dangling over the edge as Brian lifted you up too. You were unceremoniously dumped on John’s lap, his hands pulling you until you were lined up with his cock. He swatted at your thigh. You squeaked and sunk down onto him, rocking against him.  “Where’d that lube go?”  There was some shuffling noises from somewhere behind you followed by a triumphant, “aha!” and then John was grabbing your hips to stop you as Brian came closer. When he spoke he was right behind you, his breath on your ear sending a shiver down your spine.  “Since Rog was so good as to stretch you out for me, shouldn’t have any problems taking my cock,” he turned and spoke over his shoulder, “Thanks Rog.”  “Yeah yeah, whatever,” Roger said, voice distorted by the cigarette between his lips.  You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around John’s neck as Brian spread your cheeks and began easing himself into you. John teased you the entire time, rolling your nipples between his fingers as he told you how hot you sounded whimpering like you were. By the time Brian was fully sheathed inside you, you were panting against John’s shoulder, desperate for one of them to move properly. You squirmed between them, trying to encourage them to fuck you but neither was having it.   Brian slapped your thigh, “Hold still. You’ll get to cum once you’ve proved you can be a good slut for us.”  “I will. I am. I promise I’ll be the best slut you’ve ever had, please just fuck me.” You whined, lifting your head up so they could all hear you properly.  A chorus of laughter followed, even as you continued to beg. You were cut off mid word as Brian pulled back and plunged into you again, starting slow but rapidly picking up speed. John leaned back on one hand, his other resting on your hip, letting you rock forward on his cock with every one of Brian’s thrusts. It was by no means the first time you’d ridden John or the first time you’d let Brian in your back entrance, but you’d never had them both at the same time before. You were left completely breathless, feeling fuller than you ever had in your life. Brian was in your ear, breath coming hard as he semi-coherently grunted his thoughts about how fucking tight you felt and how much he’d missed fucking you like this. His hands were all over you, trying to find the best way to hold you as John did the same, occasionally knocking each other out of the way. The closer to the edge he drew, the tighter John held you, pushing himself to sit up a little more so he could grip you with both hands. It was intoxicating, feeling both of them practically fighting over where they could touch you, hold you, the almost innocent skin to skin contact making you burn up. Your own moans were rising in pitch as Brian slammed into you repeatedly, each thrust making your clit drag against John’s pubic bone. You shook as you finally came, feeling Brian still behind you, shooting ropes of cum into you as he groaned in your ear. John dropped his head to your shoulder as you clenched around him, swearing as he came.   “Shit,” he gasped as his orgasm subsided, “Was planning to cum on your tits. Pussy just felt too good though.” 

You could feel the mix of his and yours and Roger’s cum dripping down the inside of your thigh as John gingerly helped you off the table.   “Does that mean she’s ready for me again?” Roger asked, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back. You whimpered as he spun you round, pushing you to bend over the table. He wasted no time, plunging into your arse as you balled up the crisp white tablecloth in your fists.  “Like you best like this, a fucked out whore, all placid and obedient. No more snarky fucking comments. Just holes begging to be filled.”  You cried out as his fingers found your clit, relentlessly determined to push you over the edge again. Cum dripped out of you with every shift of your hips, little drops hitting the floor between your feet. All you could do was whine and moan as Roger ruthlessly used you, gasping and groaning himself.  “Attagirl,” Roger gently cooed when you came, shaking. He slapped your arse again as he drew closer to the edge, leaning his whole body weight on you as he fell over it. He removed himself from you and helped you to stand, catching you when your legs began to give out. You were gently lowered to the floor where you lay down, arms spread wide, breathing deeply.  “You look good like this,” Brian said, kneeling beside your head, “Makeup all smudged, sweaty and dripping. You look used.”  “You laughed softly as he lifted your head and shoulders, propping you up so you could lean against his knees.  Roger reached out to brush a sweaty strand of hair from your face, “Are you okay?”  “Yeah,” you cleared your throat to make your voice stronger, “Especially since you’re all being nice to me again.”  “Sorry we were such pricks, promise you won’t hear another bad word from us. Unless it’s well deserved.”  Before you could respond John was dropping beside you, a jug of water in one hand and a handful of paper napkins in the other.  “Sorry, door’s still locked so we can’t actually get to the bathroom or anything. But I found these on one of the tables, if you wanted to clean up.”  You thanked him, dipping the corner of one napkin in the water and taking it straight to your face, scrubbing to remove the remnants of Brian’s cum from your cheek.  “Hang on, love, missed a spot,” Roger said, taking the napkin from you and swiping at your chin. You could tell he was trying to be as gentle as possible, smiling at you when you thanked him. Brian’s fingers found their way to your arms, trailing soft, calming lines up and down your skin as you relax into him. John did a similar thing over the calf he’d knelt beside, although it felt less deliberate than Brian’s movements.   “Do you want some help cleaning up the rest of it?” John asks, pointing vaguely between your legs, cheeks still slightly flushed from the exertions of the previous few hours.  “Jeeze Deaky, give her a chance to recover before you try and get started on round...what are we up to?”  “Bugger off, that’s not what I meant,” John says, shoving Roger slightly. He turned to you, “I swear it wasn’t. You just look tired.”  “I know, John,” you reassure him, “but I think I’d rather do it myself. Sensitive and all that.”  Brian dipped his head down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, “None of us have said it yet but you were wonderful. Firstly, for suggesting it and also for taking it all so well.”  “Y’know it’s a bit of a shame you didn’t add to the mess, Brian. Could have had all three of you leaking out of me.”   “There’s still time,” Roger said, grinning mischievously at you, “technically you did promise us the rest of the night, and if I’ve gotta hold my tongue around you for months then I’d like to get as much use out of you as I can.”  “He’s right, you did say all night. And I’m certain we could find plenty of other ways to keep you busy.”  “Are you guys serious?” you said as you tilted your head back to look up at Brian, “You really wanna go again? Now?”  “Don’t worry, we’ll need a bit of time to recover first.”  “Perhaps,” John said, leaning in slightly, “Once we get out of this room, we can take you back to the hotel and figure out what else to do with you. Personally I’d like to see your tits painted with cum, but I’m sure the other two have ideas of their own.”  “Might have to stuff your panties into your cunt to stop any more from dripping out of you.” Roger said, voice low and rough, making you clench your thighs together.  “I guess I did say all night,” you said, trying not to sound too excited, “but this means I get to write a song on the next album.”  “Don’t push it, love. Just because we’re being nice doesn’t mean we’re over it.” 

By the time Freddie remembered to come and get you the four of you had redressed and cleaned up the mess you’d made. He’d opened the door to find you sitting around talking and laughing.  “Well this is different,” his voice drew your attention, “Thought I’d come back and find at least some evidence of a fight. But instead, no yelling, no broken chairs, no black eyes.”  “We came to an agreement,” you said shrugging, “They’re going to play nice from now on.”  “Y/N you common hussy, you fucked them all didn’t you? You know that’s not the sort of bollocking I meant.” 

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A Secret Chord (Part 3)

Notes: So I am really getting into writing for this story, especially with lockdown and all. Please let me know if you want to be tagged. Also i know it seems a lot of the story takes place at a party, but i promise that is just for now!

P.S For some reason my whole inbox has been wiped out, I have no idea what has happened. So anybody who had requested prompts or anything, and has not yet received their request, please message me again, and I will sort it out!

Summary: You and George had been back together for a while now, but after you do something at John’s birthday party. Roger is forced to intervene and talk to you. Warnings: mention of drug use. This part is quite long so gear up!

Part 1, Part 2

Its been months since you and George had gotten back together and lets just say that those had not been the best months of your relationship. Some how the emotions of George leaving and coming back, the way he no longer trusted you, and the confusing way you felt towards Roger, had all taken a toll on you.

You were back to the way you were before you met George; you drank a lot more, cocaine was your friend every now and then, and you hardly saw Rog and the boys anymore.

All of them were seriously worried for you when they heard that you had gotten back together with George. Now they are even more worried about you, they hardly see you or hear from you, and when they do, all they see is the fear and pain in your eyes, along with the way your voice breaks whenever talking about George.

So, when they noticed you arrive at John’s birthday party, one could say that they were surprised to see you, but also heartbroken to see how broken you had become. George had always been the life of the party, no matter the occasion, so of course he wanted to attend John’s birthday.

“Darling! It has been forever since we have seen you. It’s great to see that you’re still alive!” Freddie pulled you in for a tight embrace, “George, how are you?” He nodded at George; you could tell by the way his eyes got cold that he was clearly no longer a fan of your boyfriend.

Before George could answer, you were scooped up by Brian, “Y/N! It has been so long!” You started to giggle, then you noticed John peeping over Brian’s shoulder waiting to greet you.

“Hi Deacy! Happy Birthday!” You pulled him in for a tight embrace, placing a kiss on his cheek, watching him go red as you did so. John had always been like a brother to you, even though you were always the closest to Roger, you and John always had a brother-sister relationship.

“Where’s Rog?” Your eyes darted around the three boys, you then noticed the scowl your boyfriend had given you from the corner of his eye, making you withdraw into yourself. “Just curious.” You squeaked, refusing to look at George.

All three of the boys noticed this reaction, but chose to ignore it, not wanting to make your life anymore difficult. “He’s around here somewhere, probably run off with Ally, he’s bound to show his face soon.” Freddie piped up, not realising how your face dropped at the mention of another girl.

You soon found yourself partying quite intensely with George, drinking twice your combined body weights. George had pulled you towards a small table where a lot of people were crowded doing lines.

With no hesitation, you closed your right nostril with your finger, bent down, and took a large sniff of a line. You then straightened up again, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, when you caught a certain pair of piercing blue eyes. It was Roger.

He had a girl on his arm, the same bimbo from the other night, who you assumed to be Ally. You politely gave him a small smile, but he just gave you this look. A look that clearly said; What are you doing? This is not you.

You still thought to yourself that he was being a hypocrite, as he also does it. So, ignoring Roger’s judgement, you decided to then do another line. And another. And another.

Soon the night became a complete fuzzy blur of you dancing, snorting and drinking.

~The next morning~

Roger had woken up in one of the many guest rooms, with a naked Ally sleeping soundly next to him. His head felt like it was going to explode, and his heart ached at the thought of how you acted the night before. He knew you, that wasn’t you.

He also knew that you hated being like that, so if you had reduced yourself back to that, there was definitely something wrong and someone to blame.

He made his way outside to the back porch, walking over many passed out figures, and laughing at a shirtless John sleeping on the large sofa, Veronica being clutched to his side.

As he took a drag of his cigarette, he noticed a sleeping figure on the grass, to which he shook his head and moved his gaze elsewhere. But then something clicked, his gaze quickly shifted back to the figure, it had the same hair colour as yours, and was wearing your dress from the night before.

He quickly put out his cigarette and rushed towards the body. You were ice cold, and you wouldn’t wake up, you were breathing at least. Your nose was raw and bleeding, your skin was pale, and you had a stench of alcohol on you.

Worst of all, George was nowhere to be seen. Roger then recalled the night before; as he was walking up the stairs with Ally, he noticed George leave the party, but he just figured you went with him. He never thought that your boyfriend would be so careless to leave his drunk and clearly drugged out girlfriend by herself at a party.

He quickly scooped you up, a lump in his throat forming, and brought you inside.

~A couple hours later~

You woke up in a strange bed, your head wouldn’t stop banging, and your nose felt like it was on fire. You definitely overdid it.

You noticed the bottle of painkillers on the bedside table along with a glass of water, you quickly gulped down two tablets, before noticing you were not alone.

You didn’t even see the figure sitting next to you on the bed, his eyes riddled with exhaustion along with concern. “Roger? What happened?” You yawned, placing your palm on your brow.

“Well, you got pretty fucked up. Drank a lot, and you probably sniffed enough cocaine to supply the whole party.” He sighed, but you could tell he was not angry. “I then found you this morning, passed out on the grass, and you’ve been out for about 6 hours now, since then.”

Before you could respond, you could feel your stomach churning, and you started gagging. Roger quickly grabbed the room’s dustbin, and brought it to your face, kindly letting you spew your guts out. He just gently stroked your hair, taking the bin from you when you were finished.

“Where’s George?” You wiped the back of your hand across your mouth, and then took a large gulp of water.

“Good fucking question.” He sighed, staring at you. Now you could tell that he was angry, but still not at you.

You just mouthed an ‘oh’ while thinking of something else to say.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” You just looked at him, very confused by his question. You were going to give a snarky comment but decided that now was not the proper time nor place.

“Y/N, you’re back with this guy, who left you for a month, because he didn’t trust you enough to believe that you weren’t sleeping with me, may I add. He treats you like shit, he has got you back into the drugs and alcohol and partying, which you hated about yourself. I mean to the point that you came to us to help you. And he doesn’t even have the decency to bother to take you home, or to pick you up when you’re passed out.”

You were about to say something, but then he cut you off before you could. “Do you see him anywhere? Because I surely don’t, it’s just me. Y/N it breaks our hearts to see you like this, he’s not good for you.”

You could see that his eyes were now watering, which showed you that he did genuinely care. But you also noted that he said our hearts, not my heart, meaning that he only sees you as a friend.

However, you also found yourself infuriated at the fact that he is telling you how to live your life.

“Excuse me Roger, but I do not need you telling me who to date and how I should live my life. You do lines too, you also drink, and oh yes, you do in fact party. So, don’t be a hypocrite! Anyway! Why do you care? You have Ally, she perfectly satisfies your need for a woman’s attention. So, leave me alone, okay! I know what I’m doing!” You wanted to take the words back the minute you said them, you knew they were harsh.

Instead, you took out a cigarette, fumbling with the lighter to get it to light. You were so nervous for the fight that was about to break out with Roger now, you said some pretty hurtful words, you were just waiting for the retaliation.

But he didn’t. He just bent down to your eye level, and gently took the lighter out of your hands, bringing it up to the cigarette between your lips, lighting it for you.

Your eyes never left his, the entire time, a single tear falling down your cheek at the tenderness of his actions. He then placed a small kiss to your cheek and stood up.

“Call me if you need anything, Y/N.” And with that he left the room, slowly closing the door behind him.

Leaving you smoking in the dark by yourself.

Part 4

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Queen Survey Results

The results are finally here!!! They took forever to summarize, but I’m finally done. Some of them were obvious, some were rather surprising. Enjoy!

Favourite member

This one was interesting. The results kept changing drastically over the week and I became curious myself. But the final winner of our hearts is...

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Roger Taylor

With 213 votes!!!

Next were John (170 votes), Brian (169 votes) and Freddie (154 votes). 25 voters couldn’t choose between these four amazing humans and went with “I don’t know”.

With mind-blowing drumming skills, a sharp wit and the ear-piercing voice, Roger sure is a beloved man. And that’s without mentioning his good looks: beautiful like an angel, yet sexy like a demon. Not half bad.

Favourite album

🏆A Night at the Opera: 182 votes

🏆🏆Sheer Heart Attack: 111 votes

🏆🏆🏆A Day at the Races: 85 votes

News of the World: 82 votes

Queen II: 69 votes

The Game: 36 votes

Jazz: 35 votes

Hot Space: 34 votes

The Works: 31 votes

Queen: 22 votes

Innuendo: 20 votes

A Kind of Magic: 11 votes

The Miracle: 10 votes

Made In Heaven: 3 votes

Favourite writer

All four members of Queen are gifted writers that created brilliant and iconic masterpieces. However, one member stood out and won with 278 votes. The winner is...

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FREDDIE FUCKIN’ MERCURY

Ah, yes. Such moving and well-phrased words.

In all seriousness, Freddie’s writing had an insanely impressive range: from the operatic and powerful ballad “Bohemian Rhapsody” to the playful and romantic tune “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”, Freddie sure shows talent. Not every musician can take three different songs and turn them into one iconic bop.

Brian is the runner-up with 225 votes for his emotional and space-themed songs we all know and love.

John is in 3rd place with 115 votes. Us Queen fans love both his disco tunes and his rock tracks. The only thing that held him back from defeating Brian was probably “I’m happy at home”.

Meanwhile, Roger suffers a dramatic defeat with only 35 votes. I suppose “I’m in Love With My Car” backfired big time.

76 voters remain undecided. Can you blame them?

BoRhap view count

Once: 55 votes

Twice: 106 votes

Three times: 105 votes

Four times: 81 votes

Five times: 61 votes

6 times or more: 280 votes

I don’t know: 43 votes

Fanfiction

Fanfics are very common among Queen fans. How common? Let’s see:

I read fanfics: 607 votes

I don’t read fanfics: 124

Well, looks like the writers on Tumblr have a pretty large crowd. Just remember to reblog those fics, alright? Break the unfair like-reblog ratio and show writers respect!

LGBT+

The queer community makes a big portion of the Tumblr community. How big of a portion do they make of the Queen community?

394 voters are LGBT+. Happy pride month, folks!!!

220 voters are straight. Hello there!

117 voters are questioning their sexuality or gender. You are valid and we love you.

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BoRhap rating

The film “Bohemian Rhapsody” was a huge success that drew people from every country and age to the Queen fandom. But it also causes many conflicts and controversies. What do Queen fans think on a scale of 1 (bad) to 10 (good)?

1: 2 votes

2: 3 votes

3: 6 votes

4: 31 votes

5: 40 votes

6: 75 votes

7: 144 votes

8: 186 votes

9: 122 votes

10: 122 votes

On an average, the movie scored 7.6 out of 10.

Freddie’s sexuality

Freddie’s sexuality is a sensitive and controversial topic that Queen fans argue about to this day. I have gathered the various claims and opinions into this:

Gay: 352 votes

Bisexual: 105 votes

I don’t know: 51 votes

I don’t care: 100 votes

I don’t know OR care: 123 votes

Hot space

Queen’s 1982 disco album “Hot Space” received both great and horrible reviews. What do we think about it?

“Hot Space” slaps: 575 votes

“Hot Space” sucks: 103 votes

“Hot Sapce” had a couple of good songs, but I don’t like it that much: 53 votes

Hight

Are you over or under 1.50 meters (5 feet)?

Over: 677 votes

Under: 54 votes

John’s nickname

Brian spells it “Deacy”, Roger spells it “Deaky” - how do you spell it?

Deaky: 546 votes

Deacy: 146

Both: 24 votes

Other answers:

Deacky

Diqi

Dicky

Jihn Richid Diqin (who hurt you?)

Deackqy

Deackyi

D-key

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Favorite song

This question took hours and hours to summarize, but here are the fandom’s top 3 Queen songs:

3rd place:

Liar

I guess you guys love it so much, you can listen to it... ALL DAY LONG!!!

2nd place:

39

This lovely, emotional tune by Brian May is one of the fandom’s favorite songs. YEE-HAW!!!

And in 1st place...

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Somebody To Love

“Somebody To Love” is an absolute masterpiece: beautiful harmonies, perfectly-fitting guitar solo, Freddie’s impressive voice, John’s creative bass line and the relatable lyrics make it one of their most popular songs.

Best bass

John Deacon composed many iconic bass lines that you can recognize right away. Here are the three best bass lines:

Another One Bites the Dust

Dragon Attack

Under Pressure

Best guitar solo

Brian may is a guitar genius. He has a one-of-a-kind guitar, an engineer’s mind and raw talent. You voted for many different songs, but here are the best Brian solos:

Don’t Stop Me Now

Brighton Rock (of course!)

Bohemian Rhapsody

Best back vocals

Queen are known for their epic harmonies. They make their songs powerful and emotional. Three songs in particular show this incredible feature.

Somebody To Love

In the Lap of the Gods (AAAAAAAAAAA)

Bohemian Rhapsody

Roger’s best falsettos (natural range, whatever. You know what I mean!)

As I mentioned before, Roger has a beautiful, high-pitched voice. His screams are an important part of many Queen songs. Which songs has Roger’s best “falsettos”?

In the Lap of the Gods

Bohemian Rhapsody

My Fairy King

Best concert

Queen’s concerts are a crazy sight to the eyes and a musical experience to the ears. Even today, Queen and Adam Lambert shock and entertain the world with their spectacular shows. Which Queen concert would totally rock you?

3rd place...

Live @ the Rainbow (1974)

2nd place...

Wembley stadium (1986)

And in 1st place...

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Rock Montreal (1981)

Age

We have friends from age 13 to 65, but the average Queen fan is 22.2 years old.

Content

The Queen fandom offers many ways to celebrate and enjoy both the music and the musicians. How much do you contribute to the fandom?

I don’t make content: 361 votes

Art: 109 votes

Music edits: 18 votes

Photo edits: 103 votes

GIFs: 20 votes

Memes: 42 votes

Fanfics: 239 votes

Covers: 34 votes

Also:

Moodboards

Rare videos\photos

Video edits

Video montages

Collages

Wallpapers

Playlists

Headcanons

3D models

Me: Shitposting is not content.

That one person: I disagree with your exclusion.

Me:

That’s all, folks! This was super fun, I really enjoyed it. What do you think? Let me know in the comments. Thanks again for your cooperation!

[rogerina-deacon]

Brian giving you your first orgasm, you’ve had sex before but never the big O. Also, I really Love you’re writing! It’s absolutely wonderful

A/N: Okay so first off, thank you so much for enjoying my work! You have no idea how much it means to me getting told people appreciate my content 😊. Also, I saw a chance to make this friends to lovers so you know I had to take it, I hope you don’t mind!

A bit long, so it starts under the cut!

It was a Friday night where you and you best friend Brian had nothing planned for the night besides talking about whatever and having a few drinks

You were very open about your sexuality with him, and he tried to be the same with you

But he could be a tad shy about it, especially since he had a major crush on you

And whenever you would talk about the guys you hooked up with, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as you talked about what they were like

But then you said something that completely shocked him- that you didn’t think you could orgasm

He nearly choked on his beer when you mentioned that not only had no man made you cum, but even you couldn’t make yourself climax when you masturbate

“Wait, but I thought you said they were amazing?” He asked once he was done with the coughing fit he had from nearly choking on his drink

“Well, they were, but I just couldn’t cum, I guess. I don’t know, I guess something’s wrong with me.” You said, taking a sip of your drink

“I’m sure you can cum, the guys you’ve been with probably just don’t know how to get you there. Did they actually try to make you cum?” He asked, hoping they weren’t ignoring your needs

“What do you mean? Like, did they go down on me?” You clarified, and he nodded before continuing

“Well, not just going down on you, but going down on you properly and with the goal of getting you off. Also, rubbing your clit when he’s, um, inside you.”

“No, I can’t say any of them have done any of that.” You said, laughing humorlessly

“Well then they’re selfish pricks that don’t understand how to treat a woman.” he sighed, finishing off his beer in a swig

Now you were sat, biting you lip with a cloud of sexual tension hanging over you and Brian

You had to admit, Brian seemingly knowing how to get you off was very attractive, arousing even

But he had never made a move on you before, so you figured he just wasn’t into you

That is, until he cleared his throat and spoke up

“Um, sorry if this is sudden and not wanted, if so just forget I ever suggested it, but, uh… I could, y’know, help you, uh, orgasm.” He said, staring down at the empty bottle in his hands, which he was tapping nervously

You weren’t exactly caught off-guard, you were honestly hoping he would offer, but you weren’t sure how to respond to your best friend offering to make you cum

“Oh, um, yeah, you definitely can” You said, chuckling nervously, a smile on your face

“Yeah?” He asked, looking up at you, a smile on his face as well now

“Yeah” You confirmed, and he took the drink from your hand and placed it on the coffee table along with his empty bottle

“Okay, um, can I kiss you?” He asked, looking at you hopeful

“Brian, you just offered to give me my first orgasm, of course you can kiss me.” You said, laughing, and he nodded his head as he noticed how silly he was for asking that

You placed your hand on his cheek, cupping his jaw, and he turned his head to look at you before leaning in and connecting his lips to yours

The kiss was sweet, soft as he slowly moved his lips

His hand moved to cup your face as well as he adjusted to sit on his knees on the couch, so he was almost hunched as he leaned over you

Deepening the kiss, you moved to be under him, and he moved his other hand to rest on your waist

Slowly, he trailed kisses down your jaw, down along your neck as he placed open-mouthed kisses, searching for your sweet spot

You stretched your neck to give him better access, and he fully went in to kiss and suck on your sweet spot, soft moans escaping your mouth as your hips already rocked in search of fiction

He moved his hands to explore your skin under your shirt, trailing up to your breasts, giving a light squeeze before his hands moved to the back of your bra, unclasping the hooks before removing his mouth from you neck

You ever-so-slightly whined at the loss of contact, but as soon as he removed your shirt and bra he started kissing you skin again, this time on the supple skin of your breasts, one hand cupping and softly massaging one breast as his mouth slowly made its way to your nipple, where he licked and swirled his tongue around the hard and sensitive bud before wrapping his lips around it, sucking and nibbling as soft as he could

As he did that, his hand on your breast played with your nipple, pinching and tweaking it, making you moan

Removing his hand from your breast, he slowly moved it along your sides, his mouth soon following suit, kissing down your stomach as he made his way to your anxious pussy

Stopping at the waistband of your pants, he undid your jeans before sliding them down your legs along with your panties, tossing them to the floor before using his hands to spread your legs for better access to you

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, making sure he wasn’t pressuring you into this

This was something he had dreamed of, but would never do if you didn’t truly want it

“Yes, Brian, I’m sure, now please do something” You pleaded, staring at him with such need in your eyes

Smiling, he began placing kisses down your thighs, starting at your knees and working his way down

Reaching your aching pussy, he licked up from the bottom of your entrance up to your clit, circling the swollen bundle of nerves with his tongue before licking another stripe up your slit

He started essentially making out with your cunt, kissing and sucking on you just like he would with your mouth, before he played with your clit some more with his tongue

Swirling the tip of his tongue around your clit, he alternated how he stimulated you, switching between that swirling movement and flicking your hardened clit as you started bucking your hips

He moved his arms to wrap around your thighs from under you, pulling you into him as he wrapped his lips around your clit, swirling his tongue around it yet again as he slowly sucked and gently tugged, moving his head just as he would if he were making out with you

Beautiful sounds flew from your mouth, moans and slight whimpers that Brian loved hearing from between your thighs

Slowly, he trailed his right hand from gripping your thigh to laying flat on your skin, moving under you to your dripping cunt

He began prodding his middle finger at your entrance before pushing it inside you, simply thrusting it in and out of your tight cunt to get it used to his long fingers before hooking it into your g-spot, making a loud moan escape your throat as your head threw itself back to rest between your shoulder blades, the pleasure building within you like never before

He added a second finger, stimulating your g-spot harder and faster than before as his mouth grew hungrier for your orgasm, working hard on your clit to get you there

Your hand moved to entangle your fingers in his hair, pushing his face even further into you as your hips rocked against him, your orgasm fast approaching

And when he started moaning against your clit the vibrations made you cum almost instantly, like a dam collapsing inside you, bursts of pleasure shooting through your body, radiating from your cunt as he continuously pleasured you, not stopping until your orgasm seemed to be over

When he moved away from your sensitive pussy, he looked up at you, smiling, bottom half of his face covered in your juices

“How was it? Did you cum?” He asked, knowing full well you did

“Of course I did, it was fucking amazing, Bri. Are they always like that?” You asked, breathing heavy as you relaxed in post-orgasmic bliss

“Sometimes, though it all depends on who it’s with, I guess. Not everyone can make women cum that hard, I suppose.” He said, feeling a bit cocky and confident that he could make you cum that hard

“Guess I should just stick to you then, yeah?” You suggested, smiling

“Yeah, yeah, I guess so. One condition though.” He said, relaxing on the couch with you

“And what’s that?”

“I get to take you out on a date sometime.”

“I’d love that, Brian.” You said, smiling up at him as you cuddled into his side, though you couldn’t help but notice his hard cock straining against his jeans

“Need help with that? A bit of repayment for giving me my first orgasm?”

“Oh, um, no need to ‘repay’ me for it, it was my pleasure, truly. Maybe some other time, I don’t want tonight to be about me.” He assured you

“Definitely some other time. Maybe after that date?” You suggested, and he nodded, pulling you closer into him

“Sounds good.” He confirmed, and you two sat on the couch, just enjoying each others company and your new relationship for the rest of the night.

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[lickthemagaindeacy]

Hiii! I recently just fell in love with Queen and I think they are absolutely amazing and I love how hilarious and adorable they all are with each other. I just have one question: I can never find anything really where Brian and Deaky are being cute and talking about each other. Is there some animosity there? Just wondering. Thanks!

Oh wow this a GREAT ask. I actually feel quite honored that you came to ask me about this!

First of all, hi!! Welcome to the Royal Family!! Always great to have new Queenies on board.

So, the short answer to this is, yes. There was a bit. But allow me to elaborate.

I think from the beginning, John and Brian were never as close with each other as they were with Freddie or Roger. John was introduced to Roger and Brian at a club through a mutual friend, and John and Roger hit it off right away. They shared a lot of the same interests; cars, music, science fiction, movies. They are also the youngest, so they were immediately buddies. Once John joined Queen, Freddie felt the need to sort of be John's "band mom", for lack of a better term. John was always incredibly shy around new people and crowds, so Freddie sort of became John's voice, and tried to kind of protect him from some of the crazier aspects of the rock 'n' roll lifestyle. Now, although they got along and worked fine together professionally, and respected each other as musicians, I don't think Brian and John quite had that close of a connection.

However, when John found those old radio parts and built his home made amp in 1972, he brought it to Brian and immediately Brian started experimenting with it and various other equipment. The Deacy Amp was responsible for a lot of the layering and tone and such that became an integral part of Queen's sound. Take a listen, for example, to Brian's song "Good Company". He was able to create the illusion of a string ensemble by layering the Red Special through the Deacy Amp. There's a great article on it here. Brian still has and uses the original Deacy Amp.

As time went on, John started to become more involved in the decision making and songwriting processes. He started joining arguments. He became more confident in himself and his place in the band. With that comes more friction between these four very strong personalities. It's important to understand that the four members of Queen had vastly different songwriting styles and musical tastes. Roger is a very punk rock style drummer. Brian, for the most part, has that sound that leans from prog rock into metal, with his occasional foray into folk style. John is a funk master. He was all about funk, Motown, and disco. One of his favorite groups was Cream. Freddie loved his fantasy songs, and was very into pulling classical piano and opera sound into his songs.

The point where this all comes to a head is on their 1982 album Hot Space. You can look up critical reviews of this album, most of them will say that it was very "self indulgent" of Queen, and it strayed very far from their "usual sound" (which is saying a lot for a band whose sound had already been all over the place. For the love of cheese, their biggest album to date was called A Night At The Opera, which spanned from music hall to folk songs to seaside ditties to love ballads. I digress.) Now I've heard lots of different takes on this. Apparently the recording of Hot Space was a tense time, but it was all around a bad time in Brian's life in general, for personal and professional reasons. He and Roger were fairly opposed to the idea of a disco album. The Game had already featured a lot of funk style, and they'd broken their one rule and used synthesizers. Roger and Brian wanted to return more to their prog rock roots. Freddie and John, however, were really pushing for more exploration into these styles and genres. They wanted to move with the times. It's been said that at some point in all of this, John and Brian came to a head and had the worst fight they'd ever had. This, supposedly, was the birth of "Back Chat". I don't know that it's been confirmed, but listening to it, it's really difficult to think that Deacy wrote it about anybody but Brian and their difficulties, especially with the line, "You stand so tall, you don't frighten me at all". The song just screams frustration. It's also said that they argued about whether Brian should put a guitar solo in it (Deacy apparently didn't want one).

However, they seem to have pulled through this just fine. They went on tour shortly after the album was released, and "Staying Power", which is the first track on Hot Space, became really popular during that tour. Brian can now, it seems, look back on it with no ill will.

During recording for The Works and A Kind of Magic, and their subsequent tours, for the most part, they seemed to be back to the professional rapport they'd had before. Roger and John did a lot of the public appearances and gave interviews. Freddie, I believe, was working a lot on his solo work. Brian was dealing with the dissolution of his marriage (but that's a whole other can of worms.) But Queen as a whole was back in tip-top shape. There are even a few shared moments on stage between John and Brian. One in particular I can think of is them teaming up to harass Freddie a little at one show when he made them wait to start the next song so could get his water.

During Freddie's final years, and the making of The Miracle and Innuendo, they all seemed to really pull together after taking a small hiatus from working together. Those two albums were on a much higher level than most of the work they'd done in the 80's. They were back in the swing of things. John was even more confident snd more willing to give interviews.

Brian, as well as Freddie's long term partner Jim Hutton, said that John wasn't around all that much toward the end, as Freddie's illness was really quite difficult for him to deal with. And, supposedly, when finishing Made In Heaven, there was a bit more tension as they all argued over how to finish this album without their voice of reason. But when you've just lost your best friend to an illness that no one seems to even want to understand, you're bound to lash out even at those closest to you.

Now, Brian speaks about John with nothing but respect, appreciation and admiration. He always, I believe, had that respect and awe for Deacy as a bassist and musician. He talks often of how lyrical and melodic John was on bass, and how much of a powerhouse he and Rog were as a rhythm section. He has spoken of how John is still a part of the business side of Queen, and how he always informs John of what they are doing. He doesn't always get an answer about things, but he keeps John in the loop. And there's also a tweet floating around out there where he said that John's songs are still good!!

So in conclusion, yes, there was some tension, but not any more than there was in the rest of the band (there are some.stories there, too. They fought so hard some times they'd start throwing things), but I think the reason we don't see as much interaction between Brian and John is simply because, while they were friends and bandmates, they didn't have the same close relationship with each other as they did with Freddie or Roger, which is neither good nor bad. It just is. They still spent 20 years as half of an absolute musical power group, were able to create amazing music together and spend so much time in close quarters without killing each other or walking away from the band.

Also, have this. I think it's cute.

(Oh god I'm sorry this got so long. Also if anyone would like to add/correct any of this, please feel free. I am definitely NOT the last authority on this!)

[writing-of-a-british-bitch]

Not His Fucking Prostitute

silwrFandom: Queen/ Bohemian Rhapsody

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Brian May X reader

TW: language, Freddie’s a fucking dick, slut-shaming I guess????

Genre: ANGST, tiny bit of fluff

Word Count: 1.6K

Requests: OPEN

A/N: So, this is more of a lazy write, because i wanted to get a fic out, considering that the last chapter of Child Of Mine is taking forever. Because it’s a lazy write, I kind of took my favourite scene from the movie. Sorry if this annoys anyone. This was fun to write and if y’all like it, I’ll probably write a part 2!

You clutched the two boys hands tightly as you were led into the living room by Paul. Your brother, Roger, let go of your hand as he wandered over to one of the chairs, collapsing into it lazily. You shook your head lightly before taking a seat next to your husband, Brian, but still close enough to Roger just in case either of you lashed out. There was a pit in the bottom of your stomach and you could tell that your bandmates felt exactly the same. Roger quickly lit a cigarette, taking a drag before handing it over to you. Brian sent Roger a disproving glance. He didn't care that both of you smoked, it was the fact that you shared cigarettes that he found peculiar. It was something you'd started doing in university. What was the point in wasting money buying two packs for two different people? You both pretty much went everywhere together anyway. Deacy was lounging on his seat, perching his head on his hand. Brian took your hand as you passed Roger the cigarette back after taking a drag. Suddenly, Freddie strolled in trying to look casual, but it was obvious he was on edge. Your fellow lead singer poured himself a drink as Paul took a seat in the corner with a cup of tea. Roger quickly extinguished the cigarette, placing it in the ashtray. Freddie kept his back to the band as he began to speak.

"MTV banned our video. The Youth of America. We helped give birth to MTV." Freddie announced, swiftly spinning on his heel to face you all, annoyance clear on his face.

"It's America. They're puritans in public, perverts in private." Brian reasoned, leaning back slightly.

"I'm never touring in the US again. And I'm the one being blamed for it. Not you dear, whose idea, I believe, it was to dress up in drag." Freddie gestured to you and Roger, who immediately exchanged glances " And not you." he looked at Brian " Not even you, who wrote the bloody thing."Deacy was next to be aggressively pointed at " No. Crazy, cross-dressing Freddie. Freddie the freak. Freddie the fag.  I'm tired of touring, aren't you? Album, tour, album, tour. I want to do something different." Freddie huffed and your friends shot him an exasperated look.

"We're a band. That's what bands do. Album, tour, album, tour." Brian responded, raising an eyebrow

"Well, I need a break. I'm sick of it." Freddie turned to the window harshly.

"What are you saying, Freddie?" Deacy questioned, voice clear of any emotion. There was a pregnant pause, doing nothing to relieve any of your nerves.

"I've signed a deal with CBS records."He finally admitted. Everyone shot up in their seats, faces showing both surprise and anger

"You've done what?" Roger snapped, glaring daggers at Freddie's striped shirt.

"Without telling us?"You added, voice rough. Brian squeezed your hand. You had an identical temper to your brother. Short, explosive and sometimes terrifying.

"Look, I'm not saying we won't record or ever tour again. Queen will go on. But I need to do something different. Do you know what I mean? I need- I need to grow. What's-what-what's the song? "Fly Away"?" Freddie tried, swivelling around. Out the corner of your eye, you could see Paul's beady eyes watching the band's every move, his mole-like face failing to hide his joy.

"Spread my wings and fly away" Deacy quoted, his eyes narrowed slightly. You were shaking at this point, anger coursing through you. Brian was watching you carefully, just as Deaky was watching Roger. One Taylor's temper was one explosion on its own. But two? It was like a world war.

"Spread my wings and fly away" Freddie parroted, a small, awkward smile on his lips.

"A solo album?"Brian asked in disbelief, both his eyebrows raised. He couldn't believe that this was happening.

"Two, actually."Paul chimed in and your head snapped in his direction, fire in your eyes. However, Roger managed to voice his annoyance first

"Another word out of you and ill throw you out the bloody window." Roger barked, his hands formed into a fist

"But that's years Freddie. I mean that'll take years" Deacy stated, resting both his elbows on his knees.

"Ye of little faith, "Freddie remarked

"I don't believe this." Roger huffed and you twisted your torso to look at Freddie.

"How much?" You questioned, voice hard. Even Roger was scared, underneath his own fury. "What did they pay you?" You recieved no response, so you stood up, your knee catching the coffee table, causing it to scoot back. Roger stood up too, prepared to stop you if you tried to hit someone. "I wanna know how much they paid you!"

"4 million dollars!"Freddie yelled and your eyes widened and you began pacing, Roger close behind. He leant on the back of Deacy's seat and you were leaning on his shoulder

"That's more than any Queen deal." Deacy murmured, shock lacing his voice.

"Look the routine is killing us. I mean, you must all want a break from the arguments. I mean, whose song gets on the album, whose song's the single, who wrote what, who gets a bigger slice of the royalties, what's on the B-Side, all of it! You must need a break!"Freddie exclaimed, his tone surprisingly light

"Freddie we're a family."Brian snapped, edging on a hiss.

"No, we're not! We're not a family. You've all got families, children, wives! What have I got?"Freddie shouted suddenly, making you tense. He gestured at you as soon as he said wives, glaring at you slightly. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you gripped Roger's arm to stop yourself from doing anything irrational.

"You've got 4 million dollars, perhaps you can buy yourself a family," Deacy remarked, clearly trying to stand up for you considering that your vexation was rendering you speechless for the time being.

"I won't compromise my vision any longer."Freddie growled, bringing his cigarette to his lips as he snapped his body back to the window

"Compromise? Are you joking?" You piped in, unable to bite your tongue

"You were working at Heathrow before we gave you a chance!"Roger continued, usual soft voice turning bitingly cold

"And without me...you'd be a dentist, drumming 12/8- time blues at the weekend at the Crown in Anchor." Freddie stormed over to Roger, getting right up to his face " And you. Well, you would be Dr. Brian May, author of a fascinating dissertation on the cosmos, that no one ever reads." Your grip on Roger grew impossibly tight as Freddie began targeting your husband "And Deacy, for the life of me...nothing comes to mind."Freddie finished, letting out a small breath of air

"I studied electrical engineering, does that meet your standards?"Deaky sighed. You saw Paul hide a laugh. You really wished Roger had thrown him out the fucking window.

"That's perfect."Freddie chuckled before finally looking at you.

"And (Y/N). You'd be sharing an apartment with your brother in a failing theatrical career, standing on street corners to earn extra money. Because you wouldn't have Brian to feed on or to become his prostitute." You felt yourself falter. That's when Brian and Deacy stood up. Deacy held Roger's arms as he lunged at Freddie. Brian began walking over to the group. Brian had a lot of patients... but hearing someone who was supposed to be his and his wife's friend basically call her a slut... it put gasoline on an otherwise calm fire. That's when you suprised Brian. You reached up and landed a harsh slap to Freddie's cheek. Freddie's cheek burnt and he gave you a flabbergasted look.

"You can say a lot of things to me. But never, ever say that I'm using my husband just to get money or fame. Just because you haven't realized that that is precisely what someone is doing to you. There's a lot of things that I am. But I'm. Not. His. Fucking. Prostitute. The fame has gotten to your head Bulsara. " You hissed and Freddie simply replied with a blank stare before beginning to head to the door.

"You just killed Queen."Roger snapped before he could leave.

"Oh give it a kiss one day. She might wake up."Freddie stated cockily.

"You need us, Freddie. More than you know."Brian tried one last time.

"I don't need anyone."Freddie then took his leave. Paul followed, after putting his hand on Roger's should, which was instantly shoved off. Deacy finally let go of Roger who immediately pulled you into him.

"I should have fucking killed him,"Roger mumbled into your shoulder

"Yeah, I should've too," Brian replied and you could see on Deacy's face that he agreed.

"So what do we do now?" Deaky asked and you pulled back from Roger's hug.

"We can't make music without Fred. It wouldn't be the same. I suppose we just continue on with our lives as best we can." Brian sighed and you glanced between your three boys.

"I'm sorry guys. I shouldn't have gotten as angry as I did. And i shouldn't have hit him." You apologized quickly.

"Don't apologize (Y/N). Shit-faced or not, Freddie should never have said that. You have every right to be angry." Deacy replied, running a hand over his face.

"I guess we should probably get out of Freddie's house," Brian suggested and you all nodded in agreement. After leading yourselves out, you and Brian got in a cab, wishing Deacy and Roger goodbye. They were both heading back to their own families. As you and Brian began your journey home, he wrapped his arm around your waist, resting your head in his neck and placing his own head on top of yours. He loved you so much. Freddie could say whatever he wanted. But he was yours, just as you were his.

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[drummerqueenrmt]

"It's a Texas thing."

77. “It’s a Texas thing” ft Deaky/Deacy

“Why are you wearing a cowboy hat?”

“Because it’s a Texas thing”

“But we are not even in Texas… We are in London”

“So what? I said it’s a Texas thing not that you have to be in Texas to wear it”

“And are you going to go to your first date with [y/n] with that on?”

“Of course”

“Because you want her to think that you are crazy?”

“No, Rog… To impress her”

“Well… I’m sure that she is going to be impress but I don’t know if in a good way” Brian pointed out making Roger laugh.

“You can laugh as much as you want but this…” He pointed to the hat. “Is going work”

“If you say so…”

————

“John, this is [y/n]! [y/n], this is John, our cowboy”

“Ha ha… Very funny, Fred” He gave him a disapproval look and then smiled to you nervously. “Hi, nice to meet you”

“Hi” You replied shyly. “Nice to meet you too, cowboy”

He smiled sweetly, cheeks turning red. “Are you ready? I have reserved a table in a restaurant near here”

“Yes, I am”

“Nice! Let’s go”

“Wait… Are you going to the restaurant with the hat on?”

“Why? Don’t you like it?”

“No, no… It’s just…”

“It’s embarrassing, you can say it darling”

“No, it’s not! It’s very elegant, right [y/n]?”

“Well… yes?”

“It’s obvious that she doesn’t like it, John” Brian added.

“I haven’t said that, it’s just that I’ve never been on a date with a cowboy” You winked at him and he smiled triumphantly.

———–

*At the restaurant*

To be honest, you were having a great time. All the people were looking at you two with strange faces and you couldn’t do anything but laugh. The wine was helping too.

“Now tell me the truth, why are you wearing this?” You took the hat and put it on your own head.

“To impress you”

“Really? Do you think that wearing a cowboy hat impress girls?”

“You tell me, you seem to like it”

“I don’t like it but it’s funny”

“So… you admit that you don’t like it…”

“C’mon… I’m sure you don’t like it neither!”

“I love it!”

“Really?”

“No!” And you both started laughing like children. 

“You’re funny, John Deacon”

“You too” He smiled wide at you. “I just wore the hat as a test”

“As a test?”

“Yes, most of the girls would have run home rather than entering a restaurant with a guy with a cowboy hat, but you haven’t. I am the impressed one”

“Thanks?”

“I would like to have another date with you, without hat, I promise”

You giggled. “I wouldn’t mind to have another date with you neither”

“Nice”

———-

“Did the hat work?” Roger asked as soon as John opened the door.

“You tell me, I have a date with her on Saturday”

“No way! Can I use it too?”

“You wish!”

THE END

Idk if it is what you expected but I quite like this! Hope you liked it too 💛

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[bismillah-nooo]

Just imagine something like that happening at the Oscars.

"And the Academy award for Best Picture goes to... "

It's the Oscars' night. It's time for the presenters to announce the winner of the Best Picture category. There's so much agony everywhere. The nominees are waiting patiently, each one wants to hear their movie's name more than anything else in the world. Hearts are beating anxiously in every corner of the hall.

"Bohemian Rhapsody!"

Yes! They did it again. Huge applauses are spread everywhere while the cameras focus on Graham King, Brian, Roger and Miami. They are so happy, in fact, they still can't believe it. The BoRhap actors are hugging each other with pride and happiness, And of course,"We are the Champions" plays in the background.

Graham, the two remaining Queen legends and their manager are heading to the stage where they'll receive their Oscar. Their excitement is so big that they can't even recall their speeches. The presenter gives Graham the small golden statue and smiles.

"Before I let you speak, I have a small surprise for you" says the presenter and looks at the seats. He beckons to an old, bald man.

It is John Deacon. He starts to approach the stage too while Brian and Roger can't believe in their eyes. In fact, no one can. Deaky is barely active socially and everybody knows that.

-How?! whispers Roger. He glances at Brian who has started sobbing. Meanwhile Miami was looking at them as a proud father.

Once John comes up to the stage, his former band mates can't help but hug him immediately. They have missed him so much.

-Can I? Asks Deacon and after taking the presenters permission, he stands behind the microphone, ready to say a few words.

- I'm so proud of you from the bottom of my heart. John mutters, looking at Brian and Roger. "I saw the movie some days ago with my family and it's obvious that I ended up crying. You did such a great work, and I'm sure Freddie is proud of you too".

-Deacy... murmurs Brian, putting a great effort not to cry.

-You should have been involved too, Deaky. All the guys were so amazing portraying us. You'd love them as much as we do. says Roger.

It's time for Graham to speak now. He knows that everyone has to leave these old pals alone, so he decides to deliver his speech and give Brian, Roger and John some space. These three old men are so thrilled to be reunited again.

And somebody is watching them from the sky, feeling completely delighted. An angel who's blessing all these beautiful people that took care of his legacy, his life long friends, everyone. Freddie.

[leah-halliwell92]

68 kiss with Deacy! ;) You wanted BoRhap stuff. hehe!

68. A hoarse whisper “Kiss Me”

You and one Roger “Deaky” Deacon had been together for almost three months. In that time he has been wanting to take you to meet the rest of the band. You want and are eager to meet them being a huge Queen fan yourself but you also understood that he wants to keep you to himself as much as possible, even if the boys have heard about you so much they feel like they know you already and vice versa thanks to a certain ‘unamed’ bassist.

Meeting the rest of the boys came sooner than later when one Roger Taylor dropped into your shared apartment a fine Friday afternoon.

“Well ain’t ya prettier than Deaky has said you are,” he said with a laugh after opening the door.

You laugh at the blonde and allow him entrance as you said, “And you must be the dentist of the band?”

He reddened at that grumbled, “Drummer...” Clearly taken of guard by your quick wit right off the bat.

You laughed and showed him to the living room, “Drink?”

“Beer if you have any?” Roger said still in a daze.

You nod with a grin and bring him the beer before heading to the kitchen where your menu just did a complete 360 on you. Now you not only have to change your plans slightly but also make sure that what ever vegetarian alternative you made was as filling as it was delicious.

“So uh...Deaky has talked to you about us?” Roger asked as he came into the kitchen and took a seat on a piece of countertop that wasn’t being used by you.

You nodded with a grin, “Just as I’m sure he’s spoken of me to you lot.”

He gave you an impressed look as he took another drink of his beer.

“So you know that Brian is—“

“A vegetarian yes. There’s no need to worry about him going hungry, not on my watch,” You said with a kind grin.

The two of you continued on talking and he even washed his hands to give you a hand with getting dinner ready.

An hour later there was another knock on the door.

“I can get that for ya love,” Roger said standing from the chair to rinse his hands.

Towel in hand Roger opened the door to find Freddie and Mary each holding a bottle of wine and a six pack.

“The missus making you do all the work now Darling?” Freddie said with a laugh as he entered the apartment Mary on his tail laughing lightly as she pressed a kiss on Roger’s cheek.

“No the missus is being as accommodating as she can to her mister’s exptended family but their unannounced arrival as well,” You said in retaliation to Freddie’s taunt.

You got that he was extra but your exhaustion was starting to show making you short with people and John and Brian weren’t even here yet.

Roger being smarter than he looked took you to the kitchen and sat you down on your vacated chair.

“I know he can be a bit much but I promise he is a lot kinder than he lets on at a first glance and meet,” Roger said giving your shoulder a squeeze, “This all goes into the meatless pot right?”

You nod grateful that Roger was giving you a hand with the last of the veggie stew you were making.

“I’ll give you a moment alone and talk to Fred and Mary for ya,” Roger said and left you to have a breather.

Being an introvert, having people (especially those you’ve never met before) could be a bit taxing.

“Knock knock,” you hear a soft voice say from the entry way to the kitchen.

You look up to see a dark haired man that looked very sheepish and apologetic gazing shyly at you.

You give him a small grin and motion him in with your hand.

“You must be (Y/N),” he said kindly as he took a seat opposite you on Roger’s abandoned chair.

You nod and say, “And you are the one and only Freddie Mercury.”

He nods a bright smile lighting up his features.

‘He is downright adorable,’ You thought to yourself with a girlish laugh.

“I’m sorry about the dig at the door,” he said honesty, “Rog and I are usually pulling each other in ten thousand directions at once.”

You chuckle at that and nod in understanding.

“Its ok, its just that I wasn’t expecting you all to show up here out of the blue,” You say honestly.

“That would be my fault,” He said a blush, “We were all curious to meet the lady that captured our dear John’s heart and I got desperate.”

You had to laugh at his near childish demeanor.

“It’s alright, I should have expected all of you to pop in sooner or later,” You say and stand up to give each stew a stir.

You and Mary meet and soon she was sharing with you how its normal for them to be in each other’s lives so much and in that manner. You laughed thankful that you weren’t going mad with them being there and saw why John cared about them so much.

The party really got started when John walked in with Brian in tow.

Introductions were made and you could see yourself be good friends with the tall curly haired man.

Sooner rather than later they were all squeezed into the living room practically piled up on top of each other laughing like giddy school girls.

“Now I see why they get on so well,” you commented to Mary who followed you to the kitchen to start dishing up the food.

“They are true queens those four,” Mary said taking the second offered bowl.

“Those are for you and Freddie dear don’t you worry about the rest,” You say with a thankfully.

She nods but promises to come back to help you with the drinks and serving the food.

You were mindful to put a spoon in Brian’s bowl to identify his from John’s.

Going to John first you give him his bowl pressing a kiss to his cheek.

The boys ooooh and aaaah at the shown affection.

“If none you want desert then keep at it,” You say faking a serious tone.

The three calm instantly.

Nodding you turn to Brian, “Here you go Brian. If you want anymore you can go ahead and help yourself your stew is on the right hand side.”

“Where can I find me one of her?” Brian stage whispered to John after taking his bowl of stew and thanking you.

John laughed and you moved to the kitchen to start serving the drinks with Mary’s help and dish yourself up some stew.

The rest of the evening progressed with laughs and swears from the boys as they regaled you with stories of touring and studio recording which nearly prompted you to fall of your place on John’s lap more than once.

Ice cream would be the desert of choice being something everyone liked crowning the evening to be a spectacular one.

“Next time we promise to call ahead,” Brian said giving You a hug and kiss.

You laugh and say, “Looks like the open door policy has to be included here then no?”

The group laughed and by the look on John’s face you could tell you did good. You felt good and it felt good to be accepted not only into their family but their insane mannerisms as well.

“Before you go Brian,” you called coming out of the kitchen a small glass Tupperware in hand, “Here.”

Brian took the offered bowl a surprised look on his face.

“I know the look of a satisfied customer when I see one,” You teased with a grin.

He blushed sweetly and thanked you for the bowl saying, “Is it ok to beg for more if need be? It’s been a long time since I’ve had something that tastes as close to the real thing as yours.”

You laugh and nod promising to keep him well fed.

Farewells and good nights said John and you made your way to your shared bedroom to start your evening routine. Before you could make it to the restroom though John pulled you to him holding you in a tender hug.

“Thank you,” he said tenderly voice filled with emotion.

“For what?” You say quizzically.

“For today, accepting them and this mad life,” he says as he pulls away to look at you with soft eyes and a tender love filled smile.

You press your forehead to his and say, “Your family is my family no matter how mad.”

He chuckles and in a hoarse whisper says, “Kiss me.”

And that you did lovingly and oh so slowly knowing that tonight’s love making would be slow and tender just how you like it.

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[jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels]

Don’t you hear my call though you’re many years away - Chapter 7

A/N: This chapter is a bit of a filler, but we’re getting there y’all. Y/N begins to struggle with her choices and her secret.

The next morning I met Mary at the entrance of the inn. She greeted me with a hug and told me how excited she was to get the chance to spend the day with me so we could get to know each other.

As she started up the car she said “The boys gave John hell again last night, they really thought he’d stay with you.”

“He said he had to get up early.” I said with a shrug, there was no need to elaborate.

“Do you have plans with him tonight?” She asked as we drove through the city.

“Yeah, he wants to go see a movie and have some dinner. No idea where though” I replied.

“Your second date huh? Do you know what you’re going to wear?” She asked, casting a glance at me before looking back at the road.

“I hadn’t really thought about it” I replied honestly.

“Tell me everything you packed, and we can look for something today too!” She replied excitedly.

After giving her a description of my choices, I couldn’t help but think for a moment how much easier it would be if I had my phone. I could have taken photos to show her. I hadn’t missed my phone much in the past couple day, but I did find myself frantically searching my purse or pockets for it at least twice a day. Or feeling the phantom vibrations from a nonexistent texts or call.

**

Mary took me to the store where she and introduced me to some of her coworkers. Everyone seem intrigued by my American accent, making me slightly self conscious and worried that maybe I stood out too much.

Mary pulled a few pieces of clothing she thought might look good on me, but everything I tried on, she said they just didn’t seem quiet my style. And I couldn’t have agreed more. I still wasn’t used to seeing myself in these clothes.

We left the store after about an hour of browsing and chatting with her coworkers, and made it way to a small cafe where we grabbed some lunch.

“Tell me if I’m prying,” she said taking a sip of her drink, “but what happened between you and your ex?”

“Honestly? We probably never should have even been together. He had no interest in my life and my friends. He practically ignored them, and they took me under their wings when I was a lost freshman, they’re my family away from family. He felt I was spending more and more time with them, and I was, I see that, so he dumped me because I wouldn’t pick him over them.” Sighing I continued “I don’t know why I stayed with him so long, he didn’t keep our relationship a secret per say, but when we went to parties together, we always left early, before I could even make conversation with anyone. I don’t feel that he was ashamed of me, but I don’t think he liked sharing me.”

“Oh” Mary said, her brow furrowed, “I’m sorry. I can’t imagine Freddie not wanting to know my friends, and I live with some of his, so I’m close to them as well. You must have felt so torn.”

“For a time, but then it became easier to choose them.” I replied. And it was true, planning nights with pizza and a few beers always sounded more fun than a frat party we’d only spend a short time at, then we’d leave, and go back to his room. There was always a lot of sex, until the last four or five months, when there were more fights, and I cut him off.

“Well, you got a vacation out of it at least!” Mary said, trying to lighten the subject, “And now you’ve met John.”She winked at me laughing.

“True!” I laughed, “I got the better end of the deal!”

**

After lunch we went to Kensington Market to see Freddie and Roger, as well as to do some shopping.

When we arrived at the stall Roger was chatting up a young woman, as Freddie greeted us.

“Hello, my love” he said as he kissed Mary tenderly.

He had one arm wrapped around her as he leaned towards me and took my hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it dramatically.

“Princess!” He said as he bowed his head.

“Hi Freddie” I laughed. His charisma was both humorous and genuine.

“What brought you here darlings?” He asked, his focus back on Mary.

“Shopping for an outfit for Y/N and Deacy’s second date, and to see you of course.” Mary said, smiling up at him.

“Oh yes! Your date with our darling Deacy. The cinema and dinner, correct?” He asked, looking back at me, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

“That’s the plan” I replied simply.

“He’ll probably take you to his favorite chippy...” he began but was cut off as Roger interrupted him.

“Or he’ll make you a cheese toastie” he laughed as he threw his arm around my shoulder and pecked my cheek, “hello love.”

“Hi Roger” I said with a cocked brow, poking him in the side causing him to giggle and pull away.

“Not funny” he said, feigning anger.

“Chippy is more likely” said Freddie. What was a chippy?

“And you didn’t hear this from me” he continued as he leaned in and faked a whisper “but he told me how much he...appreciated...your legs and curves. If that helps with your outfit choice.”

I felt my cheeks burn as I blushed, and tried to stifle my giggle.

“So you’re saying I should show a lot of skin?” I asked.

“Oh dear, not a lot, don’t want to give him a heart attack” Freddie said dramatically.

“Just remember if that happens, you know where to find me” Roger said as he lounged back in a chair.

“Sure thing, Roger” I said jokingly as I rolled my eyes.

“Deacy won’t care what you wear darling. Just so long as you’re there with him, he’ll be happy” Freddie said softly.

My heart swelled and ached at the same time. I liked John, but I knew it wasn’t something I should feel, going out with him wasn’t even something I should be doing. I was getting too close. This was getting too personal. My mind was telling me to do one thing, while my heart was pulling me in the opposite direction. And the saying was to follow your heart, wasn’t it?

Clearing my throat, pulling myself from my thoughts. “I’m sure I’ll find something” I said, not knowing how to respond to Freddie’s comment.

Mary and I left soon after, and made our way through more stalls where I found a blue peasant style top. I held it up to show Mary.

“That’s beautiful, look at the embroidery.” She said admiring the blouse.

“I think I’ll go with this” I said “shorts and sandals?”

“Perfect” she replied happily, “and Freddie was right, John will just be happy to be out with you.”

**

Back in my room, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I’d applied a little more makeup, and I didn’t stick with 70s style, but more modern, more flattering in my opinion. I’d curled my hair, pulling half of it up, allowing a few strands to frame my face.

I nervously paced the room, wringing my hands together. My heart and mind battling it out.

I knew I could never truly be with John, he had a destiny that didn’t include me, and I was risking heartbreak, but I didn’t care. I wanted to spend time with him. Was I messing with history? Would I change it by becoming too involved? If things changed what would happen to the band? This was wrong, but I wasn’t going to stop.

Gratefully, there was a soft wrap at the door, bringing a smile to my face, squelching my inner turmoil.

I opened the door to find John, handsome as ever in a pair of jeans, a black button up, and plats, making him tower over me.

His smile widened a bit, his eyes crinkling more when he saw me.

“Hello sweetheart” he said softly, moving closer to me. His hand finding my hip as he dipped down to kiss me gently.

“You look beautiful” he whispered against my lips.

“Thank you” I replied, looking into his soft eyes, running my hand down his arm, catching his hand and intertwining our fingers.

“Ready?” He asked, squeezing my hand.

“Let’s go” I replied, smiling up at him. Every worry I felt before disappeared as I looked into his eyes.

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[iamnotbrianmay]

The A Experience

Hey boys, Im back! So not really a maylor centric chapter but yeh, I love this story so much and I’m so excited cause im getting so close to finishing it! 

the taglist goes as follows: @seven-seas-of-why, @twotitsjohndeacon, @dancindeaky, @gee-uloser, @mozzarellamazzello, @mozzie-s, @deracine-dogma-deux, @shutupanddontjudge, @warping-reality, @demianhill , @zodiacal-dust-and-curls

so, on with the chapter boys. 

One Month After the Incident;

‘3 queens and one (1) old lady’

The Impostor: u said eggs, milk and what else

The Impostor: ?????

Melina: sugar

Melina: really darling, it’s like the fifth time you’ve asked me

Melina: get a grip, taylor

The Impostor: Fuck You

Diqi <3: Bring some cereal too

Maggie: And some chamomile tea, please. -Bri.

The room dissolved into laughter at the thought of Roger reading the message and angrily cursing at Brian for his texting habits. He and John were shaking with laughter while Brian sat, smiling smugly, on the chair closest to the fireplace. A book in his lap and his cellphone in the other.

‘3 queens and one (1) old lady’

The Impostor: Fuck You, too.

Freddie was comfortably nestled in the sofa, a pen in one hand and the other tangled in his boyfriend’s unruly hair, while a cheesy love song streamed out of the old turntable John had managed to fix up. Their single Billie Holiday record had been playing on repeat for the better part of the afternoon, yet none of them seemed to mind.

These were Freddie’s favourite days, when the rain was pitter-pattering lightly against the window panes, the house smelled of the cinnamon rolls which were baking in the oven, and his boyfriend was draped over his lap.

The only thing that was be missing from the happy scene at the moment was their drummer.

Roger had almost instantly fit in perfectly in their small family, a contrast to Brian and Deacy’s calm and a counter balance to Freddie’s much more animated personality. They had found that in the short months that Roger had joined their group they had grown so used to his presence that not having him there was jarring, to say the least. His absence was a tangible thing, yet in this case it was their own fault that he wasn’t there with them.

They had kicked him out the night before, when the small amount of clothes that he had in Brian’s closet had all been deemed dirty, and all of his contact lenses had been used up.

They had told him to go to his flat, get clean clothes, buy new contact lenses, and get some groceries on his way back. It had started to get ridiculous as he stumbled around wearing Freddie’s old Rolling Stones t-shirt, tripping on the hem of Brian’s too-large pyjama pants. Then there was the day he’d tried to justify a Star Wars shirt and Deacy’s old ripped jeans as the wardrobe of a respectable pre-med student. In fact, it was getting so ridiculous that Freddie had seriously considered just asking Roger to move in with them.

Not that it would make much of a difference except that the rent would be split 4 ways instead of 3.

He had been trying to find the right moment to talk about it with the two other occupants of their flat, but always found himself being cut short by Roger’s arrival or his fear of the request being met badly. Which was quite unlikely, given that they had all become quite smitten with the blonde drummer.

A particularly loud clap of thunder was accompanied by a flash of lightning; the lights in the flat flickered slightly and the record skipped a beat or two. It only lasted a moment, then Freddie looked down and resumed running his hands through Deacy’s hair.

John sat up suddenly, closing his book.

“We should ask Roger to come live with us” he said, as if he had read his boyfriends mind.

Freddie smiles and sighed in relief, “Oh, I’m glad we can agree that it’s about time!”

“It’s just ridiculous not to,” John continued, “We like him, he likes us, and selling furniture and splitting expenses could really help towards recording our first album.”

Freddie frowned, “Selling our furniture?”

John nodded, as if it was the most logical thing in the world, “He has furniture, we have furniture too, we could just see which is in a better and sell what we don’t want.”

“That’s brilliant Deaks!” Freddie took the chance to give John a quick peck, “You’re brilliant. What do you think, Maggie?”

Brian made a pained face, “I like the idea, it’s just—”

“Oh, come on!” Freddie interrupted, “It’s not like he doesn’t pretty well live here already!”

“I know, but—!”

“But?” John asked, “He sleeps in your bed every night Brian! It’s not like you have a problem with him being around!”

Brian made a frustrated noise, “Will you just let me finish?!”

That shut them up, and soon they were both expectantly waiting for Brian to explain himself. Freddie felt especially confused, fully knowing that Brian was currently head over heels for Roger, and couldn’t imagine what possible objections he could have to him moving in. Brian muttered something softly and Freddie frowned.

“Speak up, Bri we can’t hear you.”

Brian nervously tucked his hair behind his ear and cleared his throat, “If he moved in we wouldn’t need to share a bed anymore.”

“Oh,” Freddie’s felt his heart melt a little for his awkward friend, “oh, Brian. That is so cute.”

“You’re utterly fucked, mate ” John added.

Brian glared at Deacy, which lost its effect somewhat when combined with the blush spreading across his cheeks. “Like you two are any better!”

‘3 queens and one (1) old lady’

The Impostor: bri there is no chamomile tea! :((

The Impostor: I’ll bring you some other types of tea to make up for it

The Impostor: sorry <3

“I feel like Roger won’t be keen on sleeping alone either,” Freddie commented as Side B of the record came to an end and Deaky got up off of the sofa to change it, “you could always talk to him about it.”

“Freddie.”

“I know, I know, you’re giving him his time, but you also have to think about how it’s hurting you.” There was a beat of silence, before ‘I’ll be Seeing You’ started to play softly, “This waiting is hurting you, too Bri.”

Brian let his eyes drift over to his phone, which was still displaying Roger’s message on the screen. Freddie watched as his friend’s eyes softened and his shoulders dropped; he couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him, not to mention a little guilty.

He couldn’t imagine what it would be like for Brian, finding someone like Roger, having to pretend for god knows how long, before getting smacked in the face with the reality that they wouldn’t be able to get together because of what Freddie had done.

Yes, he most definitely still felt very guilty for that particular incident.  

The younger man’s eyes drifted from the phone to the single photo that had been left on their wall after Tim’s true nature was revealed. It was a snapshot of the three of them, huddled together in the snow, drinking hot chocolate.

Freddie could still remember that afternoon quite clearly. It was back when they weren’t a group yet, back when Deaky was just his friend, and Brian was just a nerdy guy with a strong personality and flair for the guitar. For a second Freddie wondered what their life would have been like if Roger had been a part of that photo.

Would they have already released an album? Would Brian and Roger be a couple? Would they be rich and famous by then? Or would their band have fallen apart before things even picked up?  

“I can’t do that to him.” He was taken out of his thoughts by Brian’s voice, “I can’t tell him to hurry up because I no longer want to be single. It doesn’t seem fair. Even if it hurts me to know it was so close but seems so far away.”

“Brian—”

“Let him finish, Fred.”

The guitarist shot Deaky a grateful look, “He needs his space, so I will give it to him. He needs time to get his thoughts in order, so I will wait for him. I can do that, I don’t mind. I’ve survived this long haven’t I?”

Freddie could see the reasoning behind his thinking, but couldn’t help but feel a tug in his heartstrings on behalf of his friend. Brian May, his soul brother, his Maggie deserved the world and more. He did not deserve to have to wait for a love that in the end might not come to be.  “Does he knows this?” He asked.

Brian bit his lower lip, then shook his head, “Well, sort of? I told him that I wanted to be his friend and give him time but...” Brian shrugged.

The thought left unfinished, Freddie let it hang in the air until it became clear that Brian wasn’t going to add anything more.

“I think you should tell him.” In the end it wasn’t him who spoke, but Deaky, “Tell him that you are willing to wait for him. Make it clear you aren’t going anywhere if he doesn’t want you to go.”

Brian frowned again, “That’s what I was planning on doing.”

“And what exactly is stopping you?” Deaky pushed.

“I guess..” Brian paused. “I guess I just don’t want to say that and end up pining for someone for years and never getting anything in return.”

That hit Freddie where it hurt, mainly because he knew it was partially their fault that Brian was feeling this way. All of the teasing, in their minds, was always just that, teasing. But on more than one occasion Freddie found had himself wondering if they sometimes took it a little too far.

Clearly they had, far enough for Brian to feel so ashamed about his lack of love life that he had decided to find a fake boyfriend Tinder, of all places.

“Maggie, darling, you have that drummer wrapped around your pinky finger. I’m pretty sure he would wait a thousand years for you, too.” He smiled reassuringly.

Private Chat

The Impostor: freddie

The Impostor: m8

The Impostor: brian likes cheesecake right?

The Impostor: i want to get him something nice

“And if he isn’t willing to wait a thousand years for you, then I guess we’ll just have to kill him,” Deaky said ,with a straight face.

That made Brian laugh, and Freddie took the opportunity to text a quick, ‘yeh’ back to the blonde, before continuing with the conversation at hand. “ I don’t think we have to plan his murder just yet. First you’ll  have to talk to him, invite him to move in, and then declare your undying love for him. If all that doesn’t convince him, then we can start planning his murder.”

Brian laughed again, only this time it sounded more like a nervous kind of laugh, and Freddie just wanted to wrap a blanket around Brian’s shoulders, to keep him safe from all the things that affected his sensitive friend so deeply. Finally, the guitarist turned back towards his friends and smiled softly, “Thanks guys.”

“Don’t thank us yet,” Deaky said, “Thank us on your wedding day!” He winked.

Brian chuckled, “Okay Deaks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

The song changed from Billie Holiday’s soft crooning to a long trumpet solo, before Brian spoke again.

“Do you really think he’d wait for me too?”

There was a soft ding from the kitchen, announcing that the cinnamon rolls were ready to be taken out of the oven, and both Freddie and John ignored it in favour of finish their talk with Brian.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Brian,” John said, he might have been the youngest, but he was often the most sincere, “he’d wait an eternity for you, that ridiculous satsuma boy.”

That seemed to reassure Brian, he seemed to relax somewhat at the mention of the nickname and of the ridiculous story they had crafted for the sake of his grand deception.

“Brian, darling, come take my place. I’ll go make sure the flat doesn’t burn down with the cinnamon buns.”

The younger man did as he was asked, crawling over the sofa to lean against Deaky’s back while Freddie went to the kitchen to take care of the baking. He took meticulous care when it came to baking; carefully spreading the icing on every single treat, and lovingly sprinkling them with what little cinnamon and sugar they had leftover. Once they were done he came back to the living room, only to find that the record had finished and his two boys had fallen asleep.

Smiling fondly at them, he placed the treats on the tea table, and turned the vinyl over yet another time. A lovely melody filled the apartment once again and Freddie couldn’t help but wonder how people could possibly prefer phone speakers to the heavenly sound of a record player. Then soft rattling came from the front door as Roger stepped into the flat. Freddie went over to help Roger with his backpack or the shopping bags, and found that Roger was only carrying only one of them.

“Liz, darling, where are your clean clothes? You did do laundry didn’t you?” He gave Roger the serious eye.

Roger smiled at Freddie shaking his hair lightly to rid himself of the few raindrops that hadn’t soaked through his hair. He left the bags on the kitchen counter and smiled at Freddie as he began undoing his coat, “Of course I did laundry! But don’t worry, I’ll go home tonight. Even I know when I’ve overstayed my welcome, Fred.”

Freddie crossed the few steps in between them in the blink of an eye, and started buttoning up his coat. The younger man just stared at him in bewilderment. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t be daft, dear,” he chided Roger, “I’m buttoning your coat again.”

“What for?” Roger asked, still clearly confused.

Freddie smiled brightly, “‘Because we are going back out to get your clothes, lovie. Why else?”

The smile Roger gave him was enough to make the singers chest fill with warmth. He could only imagine how he’d look once they asked him to move in— Freddie couldn’t wait.