#listen. it's still the 26th in my timezone this counts

[gompereatsall]

day six for juza celebration week is juza in a dress!! i drew him wearing rin's magic chef module since it was the first thing that came to mind. obviously, i quickly sketched this one and posted it since i don't have a lot of time to draw currently; if i did, i would've gone bigger. anyway, hope everyone enjoys juza in a dress day!!

[painandpleasure86]

Friends will be Friends - Fic Series “Deaky’s Diary” Chapter #2

Author’s note: Hi! January 26th I had a fic inspo with the same John from the fic I can’t live with you (but I can’t live without you) because of some words from Bri when some Japanese fans gave to Roger and him some gifts, and there haves one for John. This is mere imagination, but this is my realistic imagine about the reaction of John knowing that he will receive a present from his old bandmate...

Indeed this will be the second fic of a new series, “Deaky’s Diary”, where I’ll write the reaction that I imagine that John would have about certain sucesses around his life. I’ll actualize this when I think that’s necessary!

The reaction of him with the panic attack was inspired in the one described in one chapter of My life has been saved by @deakysgurl​

Perhaps my John it’s very smoker, but i’m inspiring in myself and my addiction to mate (a southamerican kind of tea, but with the effects of coffee).

Oh! This fic series will have a tag dedicated. Will be #deakysdiary. Follow it to know new chapters and related stuff!

Summary: The following week of his wedding anniversary he receive a couple of surprises that will touch his deepest feelings... and that made him take a decision.

Warning: slightly angst, mention of panic attack, some swearing, some friend-fluff (?)

Word count: +1.5k

Permanent taglist: @warriorteam1924​ (if you want to be in that list, send me a msg or ask)

“And there’s Deaky, we’ll have to make sure he gets that”

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January 25th, 2020

After a week from his anniversary, this Saturday it’s quite normal. Waking up early, drink his necessary tea, smoked some cigarettes, took his medicines. Recharging his emotional batteries to hang on another day.

Knowing that his old bandmates were on tour with that kid named Adam made him felt some melancholy. Watching at the window, contemplating the horizon, remembering good times. Remembering the love that Japanese fans gave to him since his first visit in mid 70s. Remembering being in that TV program with Roger in 1984, where he entered with a gorilla head over his one and saying “number eight, hachi ” when he was asked to choose the prettiest guy between seven guys. Remembering knowing that Music Life dedicated an entire mag with his material in Japan in 2019.  He miss Japan a lot.

“Teo Torriate konomama iko, aisuruhito yo” he sung in a murmur, smiling like an idiot. Even crying. “Aisuruhito yo Japan… I couldn’t thank you enough for your love…” he continued, wiping away some tears, trying to smoke properly. That was his fourth cigarette in just a couple of hours. 

Still remembering good times, noticed that he had just one cigarette remaining in the packet. “Shit. I must to go to the kiosko to buy some cig. And with that, the annoying people trying to get an autograph or pic from me…”. Started to be pretty nervous just for thinking that, he started to breath more quickly. He rested his back in some kitchen mobiliary, his head was reclined, his left hand in his chest, his right hand with the cigarette. He was trying to calm him down, remembering the advice of his therapist. After a couple of minutes, he felt better. And called to his wife.

“RONNIEEEEEEEEEEE!”

She came to the kitchen quickly.

“What’s you need, hun?” she asked kindly.

He hates to be called “hun”, so he watched at her annoyed.

“Ugh John, for god’s sake!” she exclaimed, sighing. “Well, what’s you need? Oh, indeed, morning!” she greeted him with a kiss in his right cheek.

“Morning, lady”. He couldn’t resist to smile a little. “I need that you buy me some cigarette packets, y’know which ones” he said giving to her the money. Sighing, he added “I don’t want to deal with that people” watching directly to her eyes.

“Of course h- ehmmm John” she chuckled a little. “I’ll come back soon, don’t miss me!” she added going to the main door of the house. “And if some people asks for you, I’ll say that you’re sleeping!”

Smoking his last cigarette, he thought “well I’ll check the internet for some news, were some days without connecting”.

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He goes to his studio and turned on the PC. Expecting what’s up in the fandom. 

But he didn’t expected that. Saw the Bri’s posts and the screenshots of Roger’s instastories from the Queen exhibition, where they were remembering him. And he cried. “I miss you bunch of goofballs, I still love you… I’ll always thank you for understand me… and i should be there with you. Having fun. But without Freddie isn't the same. Sorry…”

Meanwhile he was wiping the tears of his eyes, Ronnie knocks softly the door.

“Come in!” exclaimed him.

She opened the door. After that she approximated to him.

“Well John, I bought like 4 packets of Marlboro Slim, were the 20 on-… What’s wrong dear?” she asked seeing the red eyes of her husband.

He responded “just remembering good old times with the guys, and they also were remembering me in social media. I-” blewed his nose with a tissue. “I need the cigarettes! Thank you hun, bye” he said quickly quitting the packets from the hands of his wife, while she was watching surprised. After that, she left the studio thinking “Christ, sometimes this man it’s so strange...”

Leaving three of the four packets over his desk,  opened the remaining quickly and smoked one cigarette. Reclining in his chair, exhalated the smoke , remembering when Roger stolen his cigarettes. “Haha, I miss you Meddows” said smiling.

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January 26th, 2020

That morning he woke up thinking in the guys, “perhaps I could send a message to them, I miss to talk with them so bad… No. Better not. I’ll stay silent and just reading their mails as an approval.” he though meanwhile he was getting up of his bed. 

Make his ritual. Tea, pills, cig. He was daydreaming while he was smoking at the level that he forgot the boiling water.... But at least didn’t happened a disaster.

After that, he made the tea. Still thinking in send some message to the guys. Still refusing to do that. “They surely will want to meet me and I don’t know… they? To my house? Everyone will know.” he was thinking, sitting in a chair of the kitchen’s table.

Meanwhile he was quietly drinking his tea, the phone rang.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Leaving the cup of tea in the kitchen’s table, he answered the call.

“Hello.”

A soft voice sound from the another side of the phone.

“Hi Deacy!”

John was surprised.

“BRIAN?! Why you’re calling me? I think that I told to you and Roger that you can only calls me in very extreme emergencies”, responded kinda angrily.

“I wanted to know how you are… we didn’t speak properly since a lot of time…we’re in Japan on tour…” responded the astrophysicist.

“Yeah Bri, I knew it…” he couldn’t resist to smile. “Thank you for remembering me lately…”

“Not only Roger and me, also Spike miss you… tonight in the soundcheck we had a technical problem and he said “surely if John would be here, that problem wouldn’t happened”

John can’t respond, smile and some tears want to be free. 

Sniffing, trying to sound serious, asked “Just for that Bri?” He was starting to starve for his cigarettes. But that where in the table, next to the cup of tea.

“No… Emmm you didn’t checked the internet already?”

“Eh… no. And last night I wasn’t online. Ronnie insisted that since last Saturday night, every saturday night it's time for cheesy movies” sighed rolling his eyes. 

Brian laughed a little. “Similar thing with Anita happens to me too… Husband thing.” Coming back to the convo, he added “well you don’t know, but Japanese fans gave to us something to you… you will have it soon”

Deaky was surprised.

“What’s that?”

Bri smiled again.

“Check the internet Deacy, or wait some weeks”.

John couldn’t hold the tears more time. He starts to cry. He haves a response for all his own questions that he made before that morning. He made a choice.

“Erm… Thank you…  for... calling me Brian!”

Brian was surprised for the mood change.

“I don’t understand you man, a few minutes ago you were complaining about this call!”

“But… I… I miss you! I also miss Roger.... and Spike… Please tell to them that I miss them and I love them so much. I... I love you too mate!”

“Please repeat that words again… they’re listening to you”.

Roger and Spike were listening all the calling but Brian didn’t told that to John to surprise him. 

John couldn’t reply properly. They could listen to the 68 years old man crying. After a moment, he could do it. “I miss you guys, I hope that you’re fine!”, were his words.

Roger replied “It’s mutual bud. We should meet!”

Spike added “We can made a BBQ… oh, shit Bri it’s vegan! Well, we’ll do some grilled vegetables to him, haha!” laughed the keyboardist.

Being emotional, John said “yeah! Call me soon to schedule that meeting! Will be in my home if you want”

The three screamed “yeaaaah!”

“Your wives are also invited!” added John.

“See ya soon man!” they said.  Brian turned off the speaker. “Very soon” whispered Brian. “Bye Deacy, have a nice day”, he added.

“Good… Night?” asked confused John because of the timezones.

“Yeah, here’s night. Well… early morning.”

“This is the Bri that I know” thought John meanwhile, smiling. “Good early morning then, haha” told him.

They hung up. And after a couple a minutes he realized that they will come back to his home. And that his tea was cold. “Stupid Bri and his calling” he exclaimed, meanwhile he was bringing the cup of tea to the microwave. 

Ronnie entered to the kitchen and listened that words from her husband.

“Brian… CALLED?!” she asked surprised.

That ask almost makes that his cup of tea falls to the floor.

“God, Ronnie, I had already enough surprises!” He put the cup of tea in the microwave to warm his beverage a little. “And morning”.

In the next weeks, the couple will receive in their big mansion some old friends and the new couples of their friends. They have a lot of things to speak. A lot of time to recover. A lot of hugs and laughs to give and receive. Remember a bit why they were friends. And that they will be friends, right till the end.

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-Lily