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phoneybeatlemania-bit-the-dust · 3 years

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Uhhhh, idk if I'm asking for this late and somebody already asked you to write something, but for the dribble/ficlet ask, could you try writing a story based on the dialogue prompt on number 9? “You know, it’s okay to cry.” With John and Paul of course, but you don't have to do it if you don't want to.

SORRY sorry sorry this took so long, ive just been lazy busy this week! @johns-diqi also asked for no. 9, so here you go my lovelies <3

PS. I haven't written in a long time, so the writing is pretty awkward, but I hope you enjoy anyways!

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April 17. 1999

One year since Linda had passed – this isn’t going to be an easy day.

Paul turns to the clock sat beside the bed he now shares with John, 06:32 am. He decides he'll never get back to sleep, and lying awake trapped alone with his thoughts would serve only to dispirit him, so he might as well get up.

He’d been back with John for a few months now, neither of them had planned on initiating any type of romance – simply after Linda had passed, they started getting in touch more and more; John started taking flights to see Paul more often, and Paul always welcomed his company.

After about 2 months or so, Paul invited John to stay the summer with him, and John accepted, since he had divorced Yoko some years prior, but had failed to find a sustainable relationship since. At some point they’d started drunkenly kissing, just like when they were two teenage boys in Liverpool; but that light-hearted kissing was quick to turn into something more – and eventually they realised their relationship had not just been renewed as something sexual, but had reverted back into the deep romance they’d felt for each other all those years ago through the 60’s.

Despite his overall contentment in his long, though deeply complicated, relationship with John over the years, Paul still wasn’t over Linda. Of course, he never would be, they were married for however many years, and some part of him would always love her – but he was happy to be with John now, and given time he knew he could move on.

He was standing by his kitchen counter, brewing himself a cup of coffee, and though he was deep in his thoughts, he could hear the sounds of Johns footsteps. His partner wrapped his arms gently around his torso, and kissed his cheek, then adding “Are you okay?”

“I’m alright love” he replied with his best attempt at enthusiasm.

For someone who barely knew Macca, it would be quite a convincing act – but John knew him the best, and had learnt over the years all those tricks Paul was inclined to use to dissuade people from ever getting too close. Pausing, John then continued with, “Paulie…I won’t be hurt if you aren’t okay. I know you love me, but you love her too, and that’s okay.”

Paul turned his neck to look at him, “Thank you Johnny. But really im okay. Okay?”

“Okay” John said half smiling, then untangling himself from Paul. He understood that this easy-going attitude was a façade, but he wasn’t going to push him into talking if he so clearly didn’t want to.

“Are ye having breakfast then?” Paul asked.

“Nah, im gonna go take a shower” John said, already half-way across the room.

“Okay love – my kids are gonna be here at 9:00 by the way!”

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It was Mary and her family who’d arrived first – Paul had seen her not too long ago, after she’d given birth. Then came James, then Heather, and finally Stella; there’d also been some slightly more distanced relatives, as well as close friends of Linda’s.

It was a nice day – Linda would have wanted it that way. They cooked and they drank, and they joked and they laughed, and though there was a beloved presence missing, they still had a good time together.

But sooner or later, after everyone was just about surpassing tipsy, and had been telling and retelling those nostalgic memories from the farm, or from the studio, or from wherever it may be, Paul had disappeared upstairs. Noticing he’d been gone for 20 minutes or so, John snuck off to look for him.

He found him sat on the edge of their bed, looking out the window, though clearly caught up more in his thoughts then anything outside that window.

He knocked gently on the door, then asked, “Are you okay Paul?”

“Im fine, yeah, thanks” he rapidly retaliated.

John took a few steps closer to his partner, then muttered “Paulie…”

Sat beside one another on their bed, Paul sighed and continued, “I just- I just miss her. Cause she was here for so long, and now she’s gone y’know.” His voice was closing up more with every word, but he still persisted in saying, “And im getting along okay now, and im not depressed so often anymore, but looking at those photos…I dunno. I-” he paused as a tear slid down his face, he swiftly brushed it away.

John replied carefully with, “Y’know, Paulie, it’s okay to cry.” then wrapping an arm around his partners waist.

“I don’t need to cry…” he replied defensively, though it was clear that by now there was a plentiful amount of tears running from his eyes already.

“You don’t need to, but its fine if you do. We’re not in Liverpool love, you can let your guard down.”

He tried to reply sternly with, “Johnny…” but he couldn’t even finish the word without his voice breaking halfway through. With all defences abandoned, Paul simply curled up into Johns arms and wept and whimpered, for all that he missed about Linda; John understood any resolution he could offer him would simply be futile, and knew it was best just to let him weep – and so he held Paul in his arms, affectionately rubbing him, as his boyfriend held his face in his palms pouring out all those emotions, all the shame and regret and pain that is unfortunately so imperative to grief.

***

After some time had passed, Paul started to calm down, and soon enough he’d stopped pouring his eyes out. And it seemed that suddenly he was enlightened by that newfound liberty a person feels after they’ve cried – as though they’re no longer confined with all those emotions that had been clogging up their head for so long. And just like John had been murmuring to him all day, it really did feel okay now.

“I love you, Johnny…” Paul said quietly, now smiling as he bundled his arms around his partners neck. He brought him in for an impassioned kiss – but he was quick to break it off by adding “I love you, but my kids are gonna be wondering where the hell we are, so we better get back!”

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iamnotbrianmay · 5 years

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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.

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johns-diqi · 3 years

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Almost forgot about this thing I promised @themostdivinetrash I would make so imma do it now.

This is also for anyone else who wants to join the queen fandom you can look through this series in starting about it, this being part 1. I’ll tag them all the same.

So first we are gonna talk about my favorite band member, John Richard deacon. I’ll show you some photos and then we can talk about him.

So this was his early to mid 70s look which remained pretty much the same until about 1977

He cut his hair shorter like roger and Freddie which is probably one of my least favorite John hairstyles but it’s still absolutely adorable. And then he like buzzed it all off which brought up this

Which is late 78 and till 1980. Then in 1981 brought up my absolute favorite hairstyle of his because it also goes along with his absolutely fabulous outfits (and yes I do have to add more than one picture it’s just to beautiful)

Gorgeous. Anyways, after this the perm just g r e w like in 83 he looked like this

And by 1985 it was like full bloom perm which is also magnificent

And then his hair grayed gradually like 1988

Pretty gray. And then his hair shortened and got grayer over the years and I can only add one more picture cause I don’t know how to add more than 10 photos (but if any of y’all do know how to do that, help a girl out that would be epic) so I found a photo with pictures of him from 1981 to 1994

He went away from the public in 1997, being severely affected by freddies death in 91 so he retired and now he still does financial things for the band. People have gotten photos of him after 1997 which was very disrespectful since he had told the people he didn’t want the fame and attention anymore and no photos or anything like that but people still took them anyways. Before I knew about that I made the mistake of looking up the most recent photo of him which was around 2018 I think so now I know to not look them up or search for them and whenever I see one I scroll past it because it’s disrespectful to his wishes. Anyways he is my favorite bass player ever (sry Paul) and my favorite queen member because he’s extremely sweet and adorable and relatable and amazing. He seems very innocent but once when asked what his dream was he said “wet” (he sounds like John Lennon tbh-) once someone said he reads prono magazines and he has like six kids (which we call the deaklings). His nickname is either deaky or deacy. People debate over how it’s spelt but in my opinion I like deaky more because deacy looks like if I said it out loud I would be saying DC. Some people spell it other ways (the other ways are usually jokes tbh) like diqi, deacky, deky, etc. He wrote another one bites the dust, I want to break free, you’re my best friend, the bass line for under pressure and some less well known songs like spread your wings, you and I, only seven days, back chat, who needs you, need your loving tonight, misfire (aka another reason why he’s not innocent homie literally wrote a song about premature ejaculation, one year of love, and he also wrote songs with Freddie like cool cat, and pain is so close to pleasure. He also played piano for you’re my best friend and on one song he wrote he plays every instrument for the song. There’s only like two clips of him singing one is when preforming radio Gaga his mic was louder than the others and you can perfectly hear his voice, and for a song called liar him a Freddie sing “all day long” with each other which sparks a lot of deacury fan arts and gifs. (Deacury is the ship name for Freddie and John which I ship). I’ll talk about ships in a different part of this thing and that’s all I got for now. If you look at queen posts or memes and you don’t understand them you can just send them to me or another queen fan in my inbox and I can explain them further since I probably didn’t include everything about him. His birthday is against 19th 1951 which he loves to remind people about constantly. He also has the best bass riff ever in Liar and some other really good bass line songs are dragon attack live, don’t try suicide, millionaires Waltz, under pressure, another one bites the dust and a lot of others I can’t think of rn. Also queen wrote a song on their album Hot space called Life is real (song for lennon) which is a song they wrote in tribute to John Lennon’s death which is something I thought I should share. They all idolize the Beatles which I think is amazing and they played imagine a few days after John died in tribute. I think it was mainly just Freddie and Brian playing and not roger and deaky. Anyways that’s it for now

#queen #queen facts #queen fandom facts #queen fandom #John deacon #deaky #John Richard deacon

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