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hey y'all i literally started writing this the moment i woke up- 
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
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incoming call from 
beyonce 
                          
: f-freddie? 
                          
: oh, darling, it's alright- are you crying? please don't cry, rog. 
                          
: i'm sorry, i-
                          
: for god's sake, no, don't apologize. it's alright, dear. do you wanna talk about it? 
                          
: y-yes. 
                          
: alright, you can take your time, calm down. do you want me to come over? 
                          
: no freddie, it's- it's okay, i just... 
                          
: yeah, no, take as long as you need. 
                          
: alright. 
                          
: alright. 
                          
: fred, i don't wanna lose brian. 
                          
: and you won't, trust me, rog, brian cherishes you. he needs some time to figure things out. 
                          
: why won't he let me help him? he used to come to me for anything, he trusted me. lately i've just been on the outside. 
                          

: oh, darling, i promise, you'll know. don't get upset about that. he just needs to sort out some things-
                          
: i hate seeing him like this, freddie. much more knowing i can't help, after everything he's done for me... i feel terrible. 
                          
: you shouldn't, rog, there's nothing you can do. just believe me when i tell you brian would never in a million years want to lose you. 
                          
: it doesn't exactly seem like he wants me around, does it? 
                          
: roger- 
                          
: no, it's fine, i get it. it's not like i've been any good lately. you know what, i'll talk to you later, i've got... homework. to finish. 
                          
: ... alright, rog. take care of yourself. 
                          
: i will. and thanks. for calling and everything. 
                          
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freddie shut the door behind him as he walked back into john's bedroom to find him sitting on the floor with oscar on his lap. “how'd it go?” he asked once he noticed freddie's presence. “shit, deaky, these two really need to sort their shit out.” freddie sighed. “ah, it's alright.” deaky chuckled. “they'll figure it out eventually, this is brian and roger we're talking about. now come sit with me, i'm lonely.” he patted on the floor next to him. freddie made his way over to john and sat down beside him, resting his head on his shoulder as john kept petting oscar. 
                          
“you have a pretty nose.” freddie said, looking at the younger boy's profile. “pardon?” john turned his head to freddie, haven't heard him the first time. “i said, your nose is pretty.” freddie repeated his previous statement. “oh. well, thanks.” john smiled at his comment. 
                          
“i mean, not that the rest of you isn't pretty, you're all pretty, it's just, i noticed your nose is pretty. not that i hadn't noticed before, i mean, it just suits your face very well-” “freddie. i get it, thank you.” john laughed at his friend's rambling. “you're not bad yourself.”
                          
“ah. thank you.” freddie answered. “you're prettier, though. you're the handsomest most adorable oscar dad.” freddie gushed, making john let out a chuckle. “freddie, stop it.” he blushed and looked down at the cat on his lap. “what, it's true!” freddie grinned “you're tiny and adorable, i want to shrink you and carry you inside my pocket!”
                          
the two stayed silent for a moment, freddie's head still on john's shoulder as oscar positioned himself in his lap to take a nap. “how do you think the boys are doing?” john spoke up, staring at the wall. “i feel roger would call if he wasn't feeling too good. it's brian i'm worried about. i don't want him to completely shut himself, you know? not to mention roger will for sure feel super guilty about it if he does.” freddie said, reaching for john's hand to interwine their fingers. 
                          
“it's gonna be okay, freddie. sure, bri's not the biggest fan of sharing his feelings but we'll make sure to stick around, right? besides, it's far from the first time brian and roger fight. he'll be fine. and when he's not, we'll be there.” john smiled at his friend and freddie could swear he felt his chest do a backflip. 
                          
“yeah. we will. thanks deaky. now let's go make a fort with blankets in the living room.” “oh hell yes.”
                          
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hi y'all this is kinda small because im hungry that's literally my excuse- 
anyways, let me tell you, I fucking love reading y'alls comments you're all fucking great 
                          
and also how beautiful is this 
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
im shaking rn