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roger is a tiny lil fella

dude yeah he has this huge and like sometimes scary voice and then you look and its just

tiny lil swole rog, lmao

#rocketqueenlane #o shit sorry i meant to make this private

I ship you two so hard tbh

c: ily

#rocketqueenlane #answered #fry man

#3 - sobs, deacury

He needs to cry, he really does. The wind slaps his face, and he tries to hum the song. Tears sting in his eyes. He can't remember. Why can't he remember?

Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord. I believe I'm fixing to die

He picks up his pace, desperate. He needs to hear it. Needs to remember.

Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down

"I want to.. listen.. I need- Dad.." A family passes by, and he breaks into run.

The house is cold and empty when he steps inside. He kicks off his shoes, hangs his jacket on the peg, and switches the light on. A drying tear tickles his cheek, and he rubs his face.

He needs to listen to it.

He thumbs through his records. Elvis. The Beatles. Rolling Stones. The Kinks. Where is it?

Bob Dylan, there.

With shaking hands, he puts on the record. The music starts playing, and he lies down on the floor, pillow tucked underneath his chin.

He immediately starts crying. Sobbing. He cries like he hasn't done in months. His body shakes with convulsive sobbing, and his teeth dig deep into the back of his hand. "Dad," he cries, "why? Why me, dad? Why did you leave me?"

Well there's a black smoke rising, Lord It's rising up above my head

When the record is done playing, he's still crying. His heart aches to the point where it's all too much, and he's shouting and wetting the pillow with tears.

There’s a quiet knock on the door, and he's not sure if he’s relieved or embarrassed.

“Oh, Johnny...” Freddie’s voice is gentle, and he wraps his arms around his shaking frame. John cries even harder.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps, breaking away from the older boy’s embrace.

“Ssh, it’s gonna be okay,” Freddie promises, squeezing his hand, and he really wants to believe him. “Do you want to talk about it, dear?”

John shakes his head, then nods, slowly. “I just- I miss him so much. It’s not fair, I don’t-” he swallows, “we listened to that album a lot. The song I wanted to hear was the last he heard before he died. I play it because I.. I want it to hurt, I want to feel close to him again. I’m so afraid I’ll forget him.”

Freddie looks at him like he wishes John wasn’t hurting like this. “You won’t forget him, you’ll just learn to live with it. He’ll always be there when you need it,” he promises, placing a hand on his knee, then asks, “do you- do you want to listen to again? With me?”

John nods, a little embarrassed.

Freddie smiles and gets up. “Which song?” he asks, his voice soft.

“Fixin’ to Die.”

When Freddie sits down on the floor again, he wraps his arms around him from behind, and his breath is warm and sweet against the back of John’s neck. John closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.

The song starts playing, and hot tears stream down his cheeks. Freddie holds him through the whole song, whispering words of comfort in his ears as his body shakes with sobs.

Well, I don't mind dying But I hate to leave my children crying

They sit in silence through Pretty Peggy-O, but when the last songs starts playing, John turns around, words tumbling out of his mouth, “what if everyone dies and I just won’t care anymore? What if my mum dies? My friends? What if you die?”

Freddie smiles at him and wipes his tears away with his sleeve. He presses a kiss to John’s forehead.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, “I won’t die. I’ll stay here and look after you.”

nuzzle | present

#omg sorry i forgot to post it #rocketqueenlane #i changed it to johns pov cos it makes more sense #idk #deacury #this is like impossible to write #it's impossible to explain

Special Birthday Present to one of my best online friends

This one is for you, rocketqueenlane.

Set in 1975.

Brian watched you with those hazel eyes as you blew out your candles on your cake. He leaned against the wall in the corner, scanning the people surrounding you, waiting for the right moment.

One.

He inched out of his corner.

Two

He started walking towards you.

Three.

He appeared from the crowd, shirt half unbuttoned, hair hanging sexily into his eyes as his snaked hips perfectly and ever so tightly fit his jeans.

You saw him.

“Brian May?” you asked, startled.

“I decided to stop by, since it was your birthday and all, heh.” he said with a chuckle.

After a few minutes everyone was settled and...no one had gotten you anything. Not even a card.

Not a single gift. It was almost like they had forgotten about getting you something.

You felt your face get hot and you walked upstairs. Brian followed behind.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“No one got me anything. Not even a card!” You stated to cry, and hot tears ran down your face. Brian hugged you tight, and you pressed your head to his chest as you sobbed.

“Don’t worry Y/N. I have something for you.” he winked when he finished.

He led you to the bedroom. You suddenly realized what he was giving you, but also taking away. Giving you the time, and taking your virginity. You were thrilled at this, and you ceased crying.

Brian ripped off his shirt, and turned to you as you got undressed. He picked you up in his muscular arms, and laid you on the bed, pulling your panties down and your bra up. Soon Brian unleashed his might, and he started to caress you in a way that felt soft as silk. He nibbled on your ear and made his way down to your breasts, Then he started to insert his mighty member into you.

You gasped and made an odd sound, and Brian and you laughed. It was your first time after all.

This was most certainly not Brian’s first time. He slid in and out and in and out, making sure you were satisfied. He had done this before.

He started going harder and harder until you were gasping for air and sweat was forming in beads on your forehead. You were starting to climax, and then, a few moments later, you came.

Brian ceased after a bit, and he flopped onto the bed next to you, and asked you if you were satisfied.

“Oh yes, Brian. I hope this won’t be the last time.”

“Me neither Y/N.” He wrapped his arms around you and you two laid there until the other guests called down for you. You both put on your clothes and descended the stairs hand in hand.

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Happy birthday!

:O thank you so much!!

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Do You Want To Know A Secret- The Beatles

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I'M 11 DAYS LATE LOL SORRY THANKS