#does anybody else know how much freddie loves getting his ears rubbed?

[elprupneerg]

burst into tears while petting the 2 remaining cats. i am having a normal one tonight gang

[givemequeen]

Help! ; john x reader

request: Hello there! May I request one John L. super fluff? (You know, he's sad, no one got the meaning of "Help" - song, exept you *wink wink*) Thanks a lot! // AHHHH ANYTHING SMUTTY WITH HELP!JOHN AHHHH a/n: eek ive been looking forward to this one ALSO I JUST GOT THE NEVERMIND ALBUM ON VINYL YAYAYAYAYY and lowkey proud of this??? pairing: john x Help!reader summary: comforting John about Help! warnings: sex but soft sex :) year: ‘65 word count: 1472

“Help! I need somebody. Help! Not just anybody.” John’s voice made you look up from your notes in your corner. It was the last song they were filming before wrapping up for the day and heading back home. He was singing into the microphone, his guitar around his neck and an odd expression on his face. You frowned, he looked somewhat upset and the lyrics he was singing weren’t too bright either. Was that his song?

You knew he had been writing a new song, he had been hunched over the guitar for a couple nights now, quietly scribbling notes before going back to the instrument and muttering things to himself. Oddly, he wouldn’t show the paper in which he wrote the song to you. He always did, always asked for your opinion and proudly showed you the final version before taking it to the studio. But this time he did not and it confused you. Still, you did not pressure him into telling you and respected his privacy.

Once they were done singing the first version the band stepped out from behind the microphones and listened to the take and started making changes to the song. You watched John from your place. Before they could do much, George Martin announced it was time to go and the three boys were off after a quick goodbye to you. John stayed behind to look at the piece of paper with the scribbled lyrics.

“You okay?” you asked kissing John’s cheek and going behind to hug him.

“Yeah...” he lied, his voice quiet. He was wearing his glasses in the comfort and privacy of the studio.

“You sure?” you asked as your hands began massaging his stiff shoulders.

“Yeah, yn, drop it please.” there, he wasn’t okay.

“Johnny, you do know you can tell me anything, right?” you whispered kissing the space in between his shoulder blades.

“I do know- it’s just...” he sniffed, his voice breaking and that’s when you knew it was worse than you had first imagined. You spun him around softly, his hands were covering his face. Gently, you pulled his hands away from his face so you could see him. John was staring at the floor, his eyes red and tear-stained. It broke your heart to see him this way and you knew how much he hated to cry in front of you and how he thought it was ‘weak’ and ‘unmanly’ to do so.

Without saying anything, you wrapped your arms around him. His head fell to your shoulder as he cried into it. Your hand went to the back of his head, you drew shapes on his head and with the other hand you did the same on his back trying to calm and comfort him. He was crying gently, a whimper and sniff coming from him every now and again but not much else.

He shook slightly and stopped crying after a couple of minutes. Throughout his cries, you kissed his cheek and whispered sweet, comforting words into his ears, words for him and only him. You reminded him how he could trust you and tell you anything whenever he needed but John remained silent. He didn’t pull away once he finished crying, it took him longer to do so but once he was ready he looked down at you, his hands still holding you close.

“Oh Johnny, what is it?” you asked worriedly.

“Can we go home?” he replied without answering your question, his voice thin and weak. You nodded and helped him put his coat on. The car ride home was silent, John was curled up in the passenger seat looking out the window. You reached over to rub his arm, he smiled at the warmth, humming happily.

Once you reached your shared flat you helped him out the car into the warmth of the home. You sat him on the cosy couch after taking his coat off and made warm tea for him. He happily sipped on it before you started talking to him about what had happened with him at the studio. 

“John, what is it?” you asked your hands reaching to rub his face affectionately. 

“I dunno...” he set down his nearly empty cup and looked down. “Do you love me?” he whispered, his voice barely hearable but you heard him well enough for your heart to drop.

“Of course I do, I love you so much.” 

“I just don’t think I’m good enough,” he admitted. “And crying... I don’t want ye seeing me like this. I need to be a man for you... not this. I’m weak.”

“John, you are good enough, you’re not weak. You are more than good enough. And I know you don’t like crying in front of me but I want you to be comfortable with me. I don’t think any less of you just because you show your feelings. It makes you human and I love you regardless of how ‘manly’ you are.” you told him. “And, for the record, this does not make you less of a man.” 

You reached up to kiss him. The kiss was soft but he yearned for more, he whimpered into the kiss, his hands reaching for your body. You moved so you were straddling him, your hands roaming each other’s body pulling each other’s clothes off. Your fingers fiddled with his t-shirt’s buttons and, with his help, it came off. 

“Come ‘ere,” you said pulling him up and guiding him into the bedroom, your hands linked together. He laid on the bed, his trousers off and watched you undress. You crawled onto the bed and put each leg on either side of him. You rolled your hips onto his hardening bulge earning whimpers and moans from John. He buried his face in your breasts as his hands fell to your sides gripping your waist slightly. “‘M gonna make you feel so good Johnny,” you promised, your lips pressing soft kisses down his jawline.

You pulled away making him whine. “Just taking these off.” you chuckled pointing at your underwear and his. John helped you to speed up the process and get your lips back on his body. You hovered above him, your hand went in between the two of you stroking him gently to make the act of him entering you easier. John’s hands were on your waist once more as you sank down on him. You moaned his name and kissed his shoulders before looking up to him. 

He bit his lip and he looked at you, properly looked at you. You could see the love in his eyes as he studied your face. You copied his moves and memorized his face, the bump of his nose, the shape of his lips and the colour of his eyes. “I’m going to kiss all of you,” you promised in a low whisper as you began gently rocking your hips. You began by pressing a kiss at the top of his forehead, another one to the left and then to right. You moved down to the space between his eyebrows and placed two gentle kisses on his eyelids. 

You kissed all the way down his nose, pressing a slightly harder kiss on the top of his nose and moving to his cheeks. Then came his lips, you spent longer there giving them more attention than the rest of his face. You kissed the corner of his lips and kissed them once more when you felt him smile under your lips.

After that was his chin and sharp jawline, you went from one side of his jawline to the other and then down to his neck. You sucked soft marks onto the clear skin making him moan and jerk upwards into you. “God, you’re perfect.” you groaned feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“You, yn, you are perfect,” he whispered as his head once more fell to your breasts. You continued rotating your hips and gently bouncing on his cock chasing both your orgasms. “‘M close,” John muttered.

“Me too,” you replied. “Look at me,” you said, your tone still soft and soothing. John looked up and you pressed your lips against his. You tugged on his lower lip with your teeth and you got slightly faster and faster until you felt him fill you up with his warm seed. You came at the same time as John without stopping your hip’s movements or the kiss. Even though the sex wasn’t rough you were still out of breath once you were done. You fell to his side without him slipping out of you, you enjoyed the warmth and feeling of him filling you up.

“I love you so much Johnny,” you whispered hugging him tightly, your two naked bodies together as one.

“I love you too, yn.”

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Michael Gray: Better Man pt 12

The long overdue talk between Michael and Olivia finally happened, and the heavy tension that came along with it was out of the window.

She couldn't deny that it made her feel like a heavy weight was lifted off her. And he himself seemed to be happier and less tense.

But now what?

Though their talk ended with them being in genuinely good terms, there was something they didn't really get to discuss: where do we go from here?

It was as if both of them were now playing a dangerous but lighter game. The way they'd treat each other was in no means how a purely platonic pair would, nor was it crossing boundaries to a territory where intimate couples would be in.

He would kiss her often, when he's going out of the house or just getting settled in; to greet her in the morning or when he's about to sleep. But it was only either on the back of her hand, her cheek, or her temples.

She would get close to him, maybe lean in for support when she was doing something next to him, to rest for a while, or just because she felt like it; enjoy his cologne while he'd put his arm around her, or even lock arms together when walking down the streets. But she wouldn't give his jaw little pecks like she used to, nor would they intertwine their hands together.

--- Olivia was combing her wet hair in the mirror by the living room when she heard him say good morning. Looking at him as he appeared on the mirror's reflection, he was going down the stairs already dressed up for the day.

"Good morning, Mikey" She answered back with a grin.

"There wasn't enough supplies in the cupboards. I'm heading out for some groceries, and I'll see you in your office." Michael said, approaching her with a grin, then giving her a quick kiss on her cheek.

Every time he did so, she couldn't help the blood rushing to her cheeks. But it was also followed by that annoying little voice of reason at the back of her mind, asking her what in heavens were they doing.

"New York better be careful when you're on the loose in it's streets." She smiled slyly at him.

He laughed at what she said and poked her on the side, causing her to yelp and drop the comb. And before she could make him pay, he was already out the door yelling a quick goodbye to her.

Michael can't deny to himself that he wants to do more than just kiss, touch, and hold her on zones a really really close friend could. But he was doing a great job at containing himself. He wasn't going to cross the line unless she asks him to.

"Well if it'll all be up to her , we might as well just buy friendship bracelets." He muttered to himself, chuckling as he was walking down the streets of New York.

Olivia back at their apartment was just about to finish tidying up the place when there was a knock on the door.

Nobody else in the city except for Michael and Ginny knew where she lived.

That's odd. Ginny rarely leaves the diner when it's daytime, and Michael finally has a spare key. She thought to herself, approaching it slowly as the knocking continued.

Pressing her ear against it, she asked who is it.

"It's the young widow you left in Small Heath." A familiar feminine voice replied.

Ada.

"Linda?" She asked, acting clueless.

The audible gasp and scoffed that followed from the other side of the door was enough to make her break into laughter and finally open the door, to the unamused face of one of her oldest friends.

"Of course I knew it was you!" She laughed at her, opening her arms open for a hug.

Ada rolled her eyes as if in annoyance but nevertheless caved into the hug.

"I've missed you so much, Livy." Ada said into the hug.

Pulling away from each other, Ada's sweet face turned into an angry one, and she gave  Olivia a pinch on the forearm.

Yelping, Olivia asked what the hell was that for. Rubbing the small area that was already turning pink.

"Well we made a pact never to pull each other's hair, scratch faces, or go over just pinching, remember?" She replied, crossing her arms together and shrugged.

"Of course I remember! But why?" She asked incredulously.

"You made me miss you, and you never called." Ada answered shyly, looking anywhere else. "nor wrote." She added.

Olivia smiled at this. "Well, would you please come in so I could start making up for it?"

"You better." Ada threatened, trying to hold back from smiling.

"Does anybody else know my address now, then?" She asked, closing the door, and hanging Ada's coat on the rack.

"All it took was making Karl fake cry in-front of Thomas because he was really missing his auntie Livy." She answered, placing her one piece luggage down.

"Yet Karl's not here with you?" They were now sitting on the sofa, facing each other.

"Oh he might actually need a little refresher of who you are. So he's back home with aunt Poll." Ada replies sheepishly.

The two women shared a laugh.

"So... I see that devil cousin of mine isn't here right now. Tell me everything I need to know about you two here in New York." Ada asked excitedly. Oh it felt just like the times they spent sharing about each other's love life back in Birmingham.

By the time she was done, Ada had never had her mouth gaping like it was now.

"W-wait. What the hell are you two doing?"

"We're co-existing in this apartment?" She answered.

"Oh I'm happy you two made peace of the past. But I'm talking about now." She clarified. Olivia then understood what she meant.

"I don't know A, but is it weird to say that I'm enjoying it?" She smiled shyly at her friend.

"Of course you do. And I'm loving how it's like you're trying to see who'd give in first." Ada winked at her.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well it does sound like a type of foreplay. You-l"

"No it's not" Livy cut off her laughing friend.

"Oh it definitely is, Livy. And you need to win."

And just when she was about to respond, the front door opened again. This time, the person that was subject of their conversation walked in with a paper bag with him.

"Your office was still locked so I figured you're still here." Michael called out loudly, and stopped in his tracks when he realized who was with her.

"Michael." Ada acknowledged him, but any hint of the smile she was sharing to Olivia earlier was gone and replaced with coldness.

"It's good to see you, Ada." Michael nodded at her.

Olivia was confused. Michael and Ada were close. He was a great uncle to Karl, and she was always up to tag along the both of them when they asked her.

"I'll uh- arrange these in the kitchen." Michael said awkwardly to her, and left.

"What was that?" Olivia asked her quietly.

"Well, I have been mad at him after what he's done to ya." Ada whispered back in defense.

Olivia groaned. She hadn't anticipated how their own relationship problem could affect Michael's relationship with his family.

As if reading her mind, Ada called her attention.

"Oy. It was his fault. Not yours."

Olivia nodded.

"But since you two made up, I might just go and talk to him right now." Ada stood up, and motioned for her to stay seated so she could talk to him alone.

When Ada got to the kitchen, Michael was just about to throw the brown paper bag into the bin, when she cleared her throat.

This was enough to get his attention.

"I heard you two made up." She started, fidgeting with her fingers.

"Yeah. Livy's a saint to even listen to me." This has been the longest exchange of words they've had for the last two years.

"That's good to hear, Michael." She nodded.

"I'm sorry for hurting your best friend and driving her away from our family, Ada. I completely understand why you've been hating me."

"Well I don't hate you anymore." She gave him a small smile.

"Thank you." He broke into a smile, almost tearing up at the fact that she was the first of the Shelby siblings to actually forgive him for what he'd done to Olivia.

Sure, Arthur and John still spoke and joked around him, even Finn when they got past the time they almost got into a fight. But it never felt the same. He knew deep down they were also disappointed with him. Thomas was as usual all business talk.

"I said I don't hate you anymore. But that doesn't mean you're a hundred percent forgiven." She smiled at him.

"What do I have to do then?"

"I'll let you both enjoy this weird foreplay you both got going right now, but I want you to be the one to actually ask what she wants from this." She explained. "It's for the both of you. You can't just be stuck in this weird phase forever."

Michael nodded in understanding. "I'll talk to her about it when you go back." He promised.

"Good. In two days then." Ada nodded back in approval. "Now give me a stupid hug."

Michael chuckled and approached his cousin, engulfing her in a bear hug.

When the cousins came back from the kitchen, Olivia was still seated and now immersed in a book.

"Livy I wanna go sightseeing by myself. I'll be back by the time you're back from the office." Ada told Olivia while grabbing her coat from the rack.

"Oh that reminds me. How long are ya planning to stay?"

"I'll be out of your hair in two days, luv." She answered, putting her coat on and fixing her hair. "So you owe me two days worth of catching up."

"I'd be glad to, A."

"Oh except for Night times."

"What?" Michael asked what she meant.

"Remember when before he passed away, I promised Freddie that I won't be sharing a bedroom or let alone a bed at night with anyone else but Karl?"

Both Olivia and Michael nodded but was confused. What the hell was she talking about?

"Well it was a romantic promise yet I didn't realize it lacked detail such as exempting family and female friends, and Freddy isn't really here to discuss it with." She opened the door.

"It's still up for a year, so you two better pick which room to share now BYE!" She hastily answered with a wink, already leaving them both.

[brianmayihaveyou-blog]

a bit of comfort (queen headcannon)

Abstract: How the boys comfort their significant other and vice versa.

Disclaimer+A/N: Hopefully I’m writing this correctly? Little scenarios and shit. I hope you enjoy. Credit to @purplepersonalbubble for the gif. And lowercase is for the aesthetic. And credits to the others for the rest of the gifs used.

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Brian May

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• lots and lots of whispering/small talks

When you’re sad, he usually tries to distract you from whatever it is that is making you upset. So he’ll talk about things that were recently found by NASA or little things about the universe. His arms will be wrapped tightly around you and make you forget completely what is going on. Sometimes it’ll lure you to sleep and if it were anybody else, then he would be offended. However, he was always relieved.

• kisses on the forehead

Whether it’s you or Brian needing to be comforted, kisses on the forehead are always the magic trick to really calm down the person. Brian will repeat them until he can feel your heartbeat go slower. And with Brian, you usually do it while you hold him, running your hands through his hair.

• hair playing

This mostly goes for you comforting Brian. He likes to have his curly hair played with. He loves how gentle you are. Sometimes after a long and stressful day with the band, he’ll wait to lay in the bed with his face in the pillows. You chuckle and walk over, already knowing he’s had a rough day.

• laying your head on his back while he plays guitar

Sometimes Brian can’t sleep the first few nights of coming back from tour so he sits at the edge of the bed, softly strumming his guitar. You’re so used to it that it doesn’t bother you anymore. In fact, you sit up, and smile at the little songs he comes up with. You lean your head against his bare back, soaking in his warmth. This causes Brian to relax more and can either lead to some great sex or cozy cuddling. Either way, Brian loves when you do that.

• running his hands over your bare skin

When you’re on your period, you always get some cranky cramps in your lower back. So at night, Brian removes your shirt, and runs his hands over your back, lightly massaging here and there but mostly tickling the skin. This causes you to instantly fall asleep.

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John Deacon

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• silence

John knows that if you’ve had a rough day, you probably don’t want to talk about it and you want to drop it. John feels that the less he brings it up, the easier you’ll begin to feel better and you can allow yourself to calm down.

• lots and lots of cuddling

John will not let you go. Even though there is silence, he just holds you tightly. Sometimes you cry into his shoulder and sometimes you cling to him like your life depends on it. But he knows that you need someone to hold onto and comfort you. Not to mention John is super warm.

• BATHS

Yeah your relationship is a huge compilation of baths. You can see when John walks through the door that he is not in a good mood. So while he sulks on the couch, you run upstairs and draw a bath. You throw in some little flowers, some bath salts, and bubbly soap, before running downstairs to see him with his head in his hands. You creep behind him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “C’mon, baby.” you whisper and he can’t help but smile, nodding his head. You help him remove his clothes and then he does the same to you. You both get in. You’re always pressed against him, his arms wrapped around you. He’ll lather your back in kisses as you massage his legs. This calms him down entirely.

• slow sex

HOLY SHIT John loves when he comes home and you’re the only thing that hasn’t pissed him off that day. So he’ll walk up to you, hold you, start kissing all around your body. You’ll laugh but smirk because you know exactly what’s about to happen. This could happen for HOURS. Afterwards, he’ll thank you and apologize for being in such a bad mood. You’re more than happy to help him relieve his stress.

• tea

Just a simple cup of tea is all it takes for you to calm down from your distress. He takes your favorite tea and puts on the kettle, knowing you need something to warm you up. And he’ll add a teaspoon of honey and some biscuits on the side. He knows how to treat you.

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Freddie Mercury

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• space

Sometimes Freddie knows you need space. Because when you come home and you’re in a mood, he’ll just sit in another room and try to be as quiet as possible. This lets you think about things, maybe even take a nap. When you wake up refreshed, he’ll be there caressing your face gently. “How did you sleep, my sweetheart?”

• massages

Freddie loves being able to put his hands on you, sexual or affectionately. He knows just where your knots and kinks are. Whenever you let out a small moan, he smiles that large, cheeky smile. Freddie tries not to be smug.

• songs written about you

Nothing makes you feel better than knowing that Freddie thinks about you all the time. So when you e obviously had a rough day, he’ll sit down at his piano, and play a song that he said was written about you. It always tends to make you tear up because it’s the kind of thing you need to make the day a little less shitty.

• gifts

Freddie loves giving gifts. Period. He’ll surprise you with a new journal or ring, basically anything with sentimental value. He’ll say something along the lines of, “It reminded me of you. I just want you to be reminded of how much I love you.” This never ceases to warm your heart and make you feel better.

• talking about it

Freddie appreciates when you are there to listen to him rant. Sometimes the band doesn’t always agree with his ideas or song lyrics so he comes home in a rather bad mood. This results in you sitting him down, rubbing his shoulders, and having him spill the tea. He goes on and on and on until he feels relieved of all the pent up anger.

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Roger Taylor

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• crying it out

Although Roger tends to come off as the fuckboy of the group, he can still be a sweetheart. He knows that holding in your emotions isn’t the best thing so he encourages having a good cry whether that be with him or by yourself. He’s going to be there every step of the way if you ask him to stay.

• horrible jokes

Roger sucks at jokes. Like his jokes are worse than dad jokes. They’re so bad that you have to literally force the smile away and hold the laugh in. They’re so bizarre that you just have to laugh. This makes Roger really happy knowing that he could cheer you up by just being himself.

• listener

He’ll make eye contact with you as you talk about your problems, nodding here and there to make sure you know he is engaged in the issue and wants to know what’s making you so upset. You like to talk it out, trying to push it out of your system and Roger has no problem with sitting there and listening. You’re always scared he might get bored or drift off, but he stays there fully engaged. It makes your heart flutter.

• little spoon

Roger loves being the little spoon. He needs to be held. “Just hold me. Please.” That’s all he has to say for you to know he’s had a bad day. So you lie in bed, his back pressed against your chest as you hold onto him tightly. Your legs will intertwine and he’ll sigh heavily while trying not to cry. It helps if you whisper small things in his ear or hum softly. All he wants is to be held.

• SCREAMING

He’ll take you somewhere private, either the recording studio or a field in a park. You’ll always whine and complain but he refuses to leave until you let out some steam. So, he makes you scream into thin air for as long as you need until you feel better. Sometimes he’ll join in and this will make you laugh causing both of you to laugh hysterically.