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plot: reader accidentally travels back in time to the 1970s and bumps into queen in their earlier days.

the last official part of out of time! so, this is going to be an extremely different perspective from what you’re used to reading, some of you might even be a bit confused, but it’ll make sense, don’t think too much of it. you’ll understand further as you read. this was originally going to be the last chapter, but due to the shift in perspective, i decided to keep it as the epilogue! this is 7,800 words, but it’s a pretty fast read, so get comfy yet again.

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somebody asked me if i’ve ever cried while writing any parts of my story, well let me tell you, i cried at the end of this one. 

have a great read :)

You took in another sip of your drink, gulping as the familiar liquid made its way from your lips to your throat. It was warm, it felt good, and it didn’t burn your throat even once. The music around you was glaring, raving, and it was as if the crowd was pulsating along with the beats. You didn’t like what they were playing, it was so loud, and it felt like you could hear your heart beat in your ear. You didn’t have a choice but to sway along with it, you would seem too pretentious if you plugged into your earphones and chose to heard something far more refined.

You took in a deep breath, one good thing about being by the window was that you could actually breathe fresh air. You didn’t have to be stuck amongst sweaty teenagers, and breathing smoke and god knows what else was in the air at this party. You would have the right mind to think they drugged the air, if the way everybody seemed so absorbed was any indication. You felt good though.

Your phone buzzed, and you took it out of your pocket to catch a notification from your dad.

15th February, 2019

Dad: Hi, sweetheart. Happy 23rdh Birthday again, even though it’s almost over. Your mum wanted to know if you’d be coming over on the weekend, she wants to take us to your grandma’s place.

You turned twenty-three years old today, and coming to a frat house party where you knew next to nobody was not the top of your list for ways of celebrating it. You would have preferred staking out with your best friend and some McDonalds in your car any day.

Speaking of your best friend, she was nowhere to be found. She’d run off a few minutes ago to talk to a cute boy she spotted, and under other circumstances you would be worried for her, but you knew better than anybody that she could take care of herself.

You’d met her in the common university cafeteria during lunch. You were seeking solace there after your examination had gone terribly wrong and she was sitting there, sketching. With her purple sunglasses and her colored hair, she stood out to you. You’d taken a peek at her notebook and the beautiful designs and instantly known she was in the fashion wing of college. You didn’t have an artistic bone in your body, and so you were highly impressed by her. After that day, you two got along extremely well and it was her idea to drag you out to this college party. You barely knew any seniors and you wished you could make as much effort as she did in talking to people.

You looked down at your glass, and to your dismay, there wasn’t any alcohol left. You’d finished your drink and you turned to look to the refill table. Teenagers crowded around it, but you desperately needed a drink. Having a drink in your hands, and sipping it gave you something to do and then you didn’t feel so anxious anymore. It was either that, or scrolling through your phone. You hated having empty hands at a party.

plot: reader accidentally travels back in time to the 1970s and bumps into queen in their earlier days.

well, here it is! the final and 33rd part of out of time! i posted the first chapter on 26th of February, 2019 and its been over a year of me writing it! thank you all for being so so supportive. i love you guys, you’ve kept me going and all your reviews and asks were so amazing. the above outfit is what reader is wearing in the second half of the chapter.

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i love you guys. im crying. happy reading. 

“The king of rock of course. Freddie Mercury” Oscar said.

You felt your heart stop.

No this wasn’t right.

“Wait, what?” You asked, glancing at Oscar. Was he messing with you?

“What do you mean, what?” Lisa asked, letting out a soft laugh, as if in disbelief.

“Freddie Mercury died of Aids…” You told them.

“What? Since when?” Bryce asked, piping in from the backseat, poking her head forward.

“What do you mean since when? I know he died of Aids; it was all over the news” You said, turning to look at her. You felt your stomach turning, the contents of it lurching forward and definitely not because of how fast Lisa was driving.

“Girl, you’ve probably been spending way too much time on 4chan, and reading up some fake news” Lisa said and Oscar laughed.

“It’s-it’s not fake. Why would I lie?” You said, trying to calm yourself and stop jumping to conclusions. You had a funny taste in your mouth saying this, because it seemed like you were about to be proven wrong. What you had known your whole life didn’t feel true anymore.

“If you think he died of aids, why the hell did you force us all to come with you to his crash site like ten times in junior year?” Bryce asked.

“I did?”

“Yeah, you said being close to where he died made you feel close to him or whatever” Oscar added.

“Are you guys messing with me?” You asked, looking at Oscar and Bryce in the backseat.

plot: reader travels back in time to the 1970s and bumps into queen in their earlier days

oh this chapter is a close one to my heart. please get comfortable and sit down with some snacks and a blanket because it’s a big one! 10,000 words that is. the top is what reader is wearing at freddie’s party.

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Your last three days were the worst. No, don’t get me wrong, they were good, which was precisely what made them so painful. You made the most of time with Roger. You spent nights staying up and talking, days cuddling in bed, your fingers intertwined. You didn’t know how you could part with something like this. But your headaches had only gotten worse. One night, Roger woke you because your ear was bleeding. Again. It was as if your time here was over and the world knew that. It wanted you out, as fast as possible. You could only guess that the intense effects on your health were due to your prolonged exposure to this timeline, and the fact that Roger had put a ring on your finger. That ring was a binding factor, even though it was just a band of metal with a diamond on it. You could feel yourself get sicker. You guessed this was how people felt when they were dying. But you weren’t dying. Far from it. Being with Roger right now was the most alive you had ever felt.

ALWAYS

STAY

Because I love her, but don’t need to be by her side every minute.

Exactly 34 years ago, on this day July 13th, Queen performed at Live Aid— a duel-venue benefit concert, raising money for the ‘relief of the on-going famine in Ethiopia’