#freddie mercury x male!reader

[victorbutnotreally]

OMG I'M FINALLY FINDING A BLOG WHICH IS MY CUP OF TEA. YOU'RE AWESOMEEEEE

i have an idea but i can't write for shit, so i'll give it to my favorite tumblr writer (which is youuu)

smau where han messages the wrong number and it's some guy from like another country. and they become friends and then han comes to find out that his text pal is actually a celeb he fanboys over.

(bonus points if mn knows han as well)

OMG - Han Jisung x Male Reader

A/N: Love that!! Thank you sm for requesting <3 (I can't title things for the life of me, so you can ask for a different title in the replies and I'll change it) French music makes writing so much more fun.

warnings: slight swearing

blue {} - han purple {} - Mn

{Oh. How nice of this person to wish me a good practice session.

"Is he getting here anytime soon?" Minho's voice echoed through the practice room.

"I'll ask!"

When he opened his phone again to change the number, he saw a familiar figure in the random person's profile picture. Mn Ln. Finally, someone who he can rant about the Mn Ln. }

{ Great. Got my hopes up for nothing }

{ Naturally, Mn wouldn't want his personal number leaked. So he lied. He was surprised at how smooth that was, but hey, it's text. He wanted to know more, though. Is that narcissistic?

He set his coffee mug down on his nightstand and looked a lot more like a contortionist as he continued to text, the risk of spilling coffee being gone now. }

{ Being called the best vocalist ever was certainly not something he expected. He was great, sure, but the best? Not when Freddie Mercury has music out there. But he'll take that compliment.

He was impressed at the fan. 'Achilles, my love" was one of his more niche songs, having been written when he was only 15 when he got completely shattered after reading 'The Song of Achilles' and decided to pour his heart and soul into a song which he released years later.}

{They don't know Mn yet, but who wouldn't like him after listening to Achilles my love? The way Jisung made the members listen to Mn's music was like a little kid making their parents watch Frozen. But the members never complained, the music was really good. Would they roll their eyes when Jisung keeps sending Mn memes into the groupchat? Sure. Did they have certain parts of certain songs memorized because Jisung kept watching his edits on repeat? Oh yes. }

{Mn didn't want his identity leaked. He had to think of a name quick. Chris, as in Bang Chan from Stray Kids was what came to mind. }

At the Paris Fashion Week

{Jisung found a spot away from the cameras and was texting 'Chris'. After a few months of them being 'text pals', he was pretty fond of the random citizen. But despite the sheer amount of songs, pictures, and videos he's sent of Mn, 'Chris' was never as obsessed with him as Jisung was.}

{Holding a glass of champagne in his hand and dearly missing his coffee, Mn who was decked head to toe in Hermes, makes his way over to the figure he recognized as Han Jisung of Stray Kids. How he loved that band. He was listening to Han's song 'Volcano' on the way there. As he goes to talk to him, his eyes caught onto the rapper's phone screen. And by instinct, he accidentally read a few texts. Texts that were from him. He wanted to tell Jisung, but how?}

"Hi! Huge fan, Jisung.." Jisung's eyes widened as he shoved his phone into his pocket and extended his hand for a handshake. It was his first time seeing his favorite singer in real life.

"Oh my god...you..sorry, I'm just flustered all of a sudden. I'm your biggest fan, really."

"I appreciate it. We should collab someday." "Yes!!" Was that too loud? No, right?

Mn was endeared by the enthusiasm. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and unlocked it.

"Care for a selfie?"

"I'd love to.." Jisung tried keeping his voice from sounding too loud and excited as he smiled beautifully in the selfie he took with the singer. He took one on his phone as well, along with a photo of just Mn, not being able to resist the opportunity.

A/N: I'm ending so abruptly since I have really bad writer's block rn and I didn't even know how I posted this much. If you have any ideas on how Jisung finds out he's been texting Mn all this time, then let me know in the replies or send a DM.

[2braincellslz]

I'M SO SORRY BUT I HAVE ONE MORE

billy hargrove x FEM!reader (Neil is rotting in prison btw, I can't stand him and hope he has fun in hell)

Billy drives Max to the skatepark every Wednesday afternoon

He waits in the parking lot watching her skate, he notices a girl that max sometimes talks to

He noticed max likes the girl and she is his age..

Billy starts taking max to the skatepark more and more, and letting her stay until the girl leaves

Billy falls for the girl and eventually gets the courage to ask her out

They fall in love and max and billy fight over her

"She was mine first,"

"Back off shitbird, she like me more,"

This idea wouldn't leave my brain, sorry

ME FIRST!

Billy hargrove x Fem!reader

Desc: billy and max fight over YN. That's about it.

Warning: fighting

Notes: it's a little short. Sorry-

The music in the car was blaring. When the Hargrove siblings pulled in to the park, the current song was Queen but it was shut down rather quickly.

"Alright, max." Billy said, sitting back in his seat. "Two hours tops. Go."

Max rolled her eyes and got out of the car, dropping her skate board to the ground and rolling off.

Billy turned the other way, watching as Max rode down the bowl. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, taking a few quick drags.

He could drive off and go flirt with girls at the mall, not like Neil was around to stop him, but it was starting to get redundant. He almost justified flirting with Steve in his little ice cream shop just to get some kind of new reaction. But, he had a reputation.

So he just sat there, listing to his music and humming along to whatever Freddie Mercury was singing about.

Time past. Billy as dozed off once or twice. He mess around with some of the cute girls (and boys) that walked by. He would check to male sure Max wasnt dead but honestly, it wasnt the most important thing.

Once when Billy looked up, he saw Max with this... absolutely stunning lady.

She had to be younger then Billy but older then Max.

Her (h/l) hair perfectly framed her face. Her clothes fit her in all the right was. If this was some kind of cartoon, Billy's eyes might be poking out of his head.

Max must have noticed Billy's staring because she was already in the car, sitting next to him.

"Are you ok? Its rude to stare."

Billy quickly looked over, semi shocked that he didnt see Max get in.

"What? Mind your business." Billy said, running back to look out the window. To his disappointment, she was gone.

"How old is your friend?" Billy fully turned on the car and shut off the music.

"16, two years older then me. Why?"

"Mind your business, Max." Billy repeated himself, pulling out of the parking lot while trying not to hit the dumb kids that thought it was ok to cross the road without looking.

"Oh, you like her?" Max nearly yelled.

"What dose it matter to you?"

"You arnt her type."

"Oh really? What's her type, then?"

"Me"

"Spoiled brats? You dont have a chance in hell with her."

The whole ride home continued on like that. The two siblings firing insults back and forth.

Week after week that same thing would happen. If Billy was lucky, Y/N would walk with Max to the car. On those days, Y/N and Billy would playfully flirt back and forth while Max stared daggers in to the back of Billy's head.

But today was the day. Billy had gained enough confidence to ask out the girl he had been pining for over the past weeks.

Max knew something was up when Billy didnt give her the normal 'only two hours' speech and instead got out of the car with Max.

"What are you doing?" Max asked, holding her board under her arm.

"None of your business." Billy huffed, looking over Max for a particularly girl.

"Max-ie." Yn turned the corner around the car. "Oh, Billy. Hi. I've never seen you put of your car."

"Oh, well today is a very special day." Billy smiled, leaning against his car.

"Oh, really? Whys that?" Max asked, voice laced with venom. Almost like a warning, but what was she going to do?

"Today is that day I'm going to ask YN out."

Billy glanced away from Max over to YN, who was giggling and covering her face.

"Oh really?" Yn asked. "Where were you planning on taking her?"

"A nice dinner somewhere? Maybe bring to to the pool after closing. Whatever she wants."

"I think she would enjoy a movie or dinner at enzos." Yn hummed, tapping her chin.

"I'll call her later tonight to ask about it."

"Sounds like a plan."

Billy looked back over to where Max once was but she had ran off, probably to pitty herself for having no rizz.

"Well, I wont hold you." Billy smiled back at YN and slipped in to his car.

-----------------------------------------------

After about a two and a half hours, max slid in to the seat next to Billy. She slammed the door with a loud thud.

"Hey, watch it! Dont hurt her." Billy hissed, staring up the car.

"Dont get any bight ideas with YN, Billy! I liked her first."

"Oh come on, she likes me better, shitbird."

"She dose not! She Pittys you!"

And they fought, all the way back home.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S2:E6; Chapter Six, The Spy - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

will's connection to a shadowy evil grows stronger, but no one's quite sure how to stop it. elsewhere, steve and dustin forge an unlikely bond.

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"Get him out. Go! Go!"

"God! Hold on, sweetie!"

Will screams in anguish as he is wheeled throughout the lab. He clutches his arm tightly, wishing he could tear the very skin off of his flesh, he feels as if he is being cooked from the inside out. Joyce stays close behind him, her tears clouding her vision, Bob and Mike right on her tail.

When she had left the tunnels, she was faced with the horrendous sight of her youngest writhing in the grass, near unconsciousness.

"I'm right here, honey. Just hold on." She cries, her hand outstretched for him.

They reach a room faster than she anticipates and she feels herself being ripped away from her baby when he is placed onto a bed. Bob is gently pulling her back, but to her, the distance is too great. She needs to be there, show him he's there. But for now, she's stuck, watching helplessly as her son is dying.

"Vitals?"

"Heart rate 220. Temperature's 106."

Several hands are prodding and poking, adjusting and readjusting but one nurse, in particular, leans forward. Her gloved hands gently grab the sides of his face so as to grab his attention - this whole while, his eyes have been closed as he screams.

"Will," she says urgently. "where does it hurt?"

His face is pale and his eyes sunken and dark, but he manages to open them for a brief moment to speak before falling into a fit of groans.

"All over."

"She says he feels like he's burning." Dr. Owen's interjects. "Check for burns."

Will's shirt is quickly cut open allowing them to work but there is no sign of burns to be found.

"I don't see anything!"

Once again, she grabs a gentle hold of Will leaning down to get his attention as the other nurses begin to apply wires.

"Where does it hurt the most, Will?"

"Everywhere!" He screams, launching his head up. "EVERYWHERE!"

His head is thrown back into the pillow in anguish, the doctors swarm his bedside doing all in their abilities. Joyce collapses in Bob's arms, her trembling hand over her mouth and Bob finds himself unable to bear the sight.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Here we stand or here we fall

History won't care at all"

The newly formed, unlikely duo of Dustin Henderson and Steve Harrington stew in thick silence, nothing but the lilting voice of Freddie Mercury's carrying through the car's otherwise silent atmosphere as Hammer To Fall plays from the radio. Night has fallen and the two ride in silence, the maroon BMW barreling down the streets of Hawkins, clouds of leaves in its path. Dustin had shared his previous encounters with his newest ally which has caused the aforementioned silence. Finally, Steve finds his voice.

"Wait a sec. How big?"

Dustin stretches out his forefinger from his thumb roughly an inch, indicating to Steve.

"First it was like that," he then stretches both hands out wider than his shoulders. "Now he's like this."

Steve rolls his eyes, returning them to the road as he scoffs.

"I swear to God, man, it's just some little lizard, okay?"

"It's not a lizard."

"How do you know?"

Dustin turned to Steve with an incredulous look, mocking his confidence and the two begin to speak over one another.

"How do I know if it's not?"

"How you know it's not just a lizard?" Steve said, his voice rising.

"Because his face opened up and he ate my cat." Dustin snapped.

Steve's eyes widened, though his face quickly contorts into an awkward expression. Willingly admitting defeat, he shrugged as he pulls into the Henderson driveway.

The two exit the car and meet at the trunk, as promised Steve opens his trunk to reveal the infamous spike bat from the previous year.

Having ditched his toxic friends, Steve had come to the Byers's house to make peace with Jonathan after their fight. Only to find Nancy there with Jonathan as they set a trap for the Demogorgon the night of Eleven's disappearance. Consequently, Steve had been thrown into the chaos in their battle with the Upside Down where he upheld the infamous bat. The less than pleasant memories came flooding back to him as he glanced down at the makeshift weapon, and he sighs.

Tossing his keys to Dustin, he grabs his bat, twirling it in his grasp and he can't help but notice the spark of adrenaline that comes with it. The feeling of the weight in his hands, knowing he needs to be prepared at any moment. And he is.

Slamming the truck, Steve follows Dustin's lead into the backyard. He finds himself standing in front of a chained up cellar and Steve waits in hushed silence for any signs of movement. The flashlight beam dances across the steel as he waits, but the pair is only met with more silence.

"I don't hear shit."

"He's in there." Dustin shrugs.

Cautiously, Steve leans forward, his bat outstretched and he gently taps the wooden end of the bat against the steel. Again, no other sounds can be heard. Testing his luck, he steps forward again and whacks the doors with the bat creating a larger sound. Still no reply.

Steve turns hotly on his heel and shines the flashlight directly in Dustin's eyes with a less than impressed look on his face.

"All right, listen, kid. I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you're dead."

"It's not," Dustin argues, wincing from the harsh light.

"All right?" Steve pressed.

"It's not a prank." He urges. "Get it out of my face."

Steve reluctantly replies, lowering the flashlight and he gestures to the cellar.

"You got a key for this thing?"

The cellar doors are ripped open with an ear-splitting squeak and Steve peers deep into the darkness, his bat at the ready. Dustin stands behind him, flashlight in his shaky hand and Steve gladly takes it. He shines it further into the cellar, the milky white beam reached the bottom of the steps and dances across the cold, grey concrete.

"He must be farther down there," Dustin says uncertainly. "I'll stay up here in case he tries to escape,"

Steve looks up at the boy with a deadpan expression before back into the dark abyss with a supposed cat-eating monster. He shakes his head, unable to believe the dramatic, unforeseen turn his day has taken.

He sighs once more, not bothering to hide his unease as he looks from the boy to cellar once more.

"You have a brother, don't you? Why isn't he helping out?"

Dustin shifts uneasily.

"Yeah, about that," Dustin says, causing Steve to sigh. "He's with Byers. Also, he has no idea I found Dart after we lost him at school, or that our cat's dead so I'd rather not lead with that..."

"Jesus, I- Fine. Whatever, let's just get this over with."

Both bated breath, Steve descends into the darkness, his bat gripped tightly in hand, flashlight in the other. His body is tense and he is ready for any sign of movement. He reaches the last step, and his flashlight quickly scans the area though it finds nothing but a metal chain hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room. Deeming it safe, his guard lowers ever so and he steps forward turning on the light, the chain dangles around his head and for one blissful moment, he finds nothing but a regular cellar.

That is until his eyes land on the peculiar sickly pale green shape on the floor before him. In the dark, his vision had mistaken it as an old plastic grocery bag. But now, with the light illuminating the surface, it had a bright pale sheen and he could see it certainly wasn't anything normal. Extending the ends of the bat, the nails hooked into the strange wet substance and held it up to examine it.

The beam of the flashlight shone through the substance. After moments of contemplation as he watches it drip with mucus-like slime and is met with a horrid stench, he realizes it had once been skin.

His gaze wandered to a spot on the wall just beyond where he had found the shredded skin and he looked on in shock, his stomach plummeted as if he had dropped ten stories.

From above the surface, Dustin waited less than patiently, growing nervous for the Harrington boy.

"Steve?" He called uneasily.

The cellar light had been turned on but no other sign of life had shown itself. Fear crept into Dustin's heart and his unease festered.

"Steve, what's going on down there?" He asked a little louder.

Dustin jumped back in surprise when an unexpected beam of light hit his face so suddenly. His heart leaped into his throat and he was thankful he hadn't screamed. Behind the beam of light was Steve, looking up at him worriedly.

"Get down here." He ordered.

His voice sounded shaky, a factor in Steve that did not comfort Dustin at this moment. But reluctantly, he obeyed. Dustin descended the cellar steps to find a familiar substance dangling from the spiked bat, and his stomach twisted into knots.

"Oh, shit."

Without a word, Steve pulled the bat away and shone the flashlight towards the far corner of the cellar revealing his second discovery. A large trail of slime was strewn across the concrete leading to the far left corner of the cellar. Dozens of discarded bricks, broken remnants of splintered wood sprinkled the area as well as of mounds of dirt all flowed in from the gaping hole in the wall where Dart had escaped.

"Holy, shit!"

The duo stepped forward, bending down to examine the tunnel. The small beam of light was redirected once more and the two gapped at their microscopic view of the infinite tunnel that wound its way throughout all of Hawkins.

The currently vacant Byers living room is bathed in the pale moonlight, the only evidence of life is Will's abandoned maps that travel through the house like veins. An abandoned glass of water on the kitchen counter vibrates in only the slightest as the growing rumble of engines surrounds the house. A fleet of men flood routinely from the identical swarm of HAWKINS WATER AND ELECTRIC vans and storm the Byers porch. Within moments, the house is flooded with agents, dozens of flashlight beams dance across the floors, walls, and ceilings as they dissolve across the perimeter.

Light switches, remotes, doorknobs - apart from the front door - go untouched avoiding any trace they were ever here, only doing that which was necessary with gloved hands. They were quick and thorough, and apart from the brief but blinding flashes of cameras documenting the maps and the fleet of flashlights, the house is illuminated only by the moons soft rays. A pair of hands confiscate the videotape from Halloween night, that had previously remained tucked into the player, while another takes several photos of Will's drawing of the shadow monster that sits in his room, undisturbed.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Will's small and weakened frame lays unconscious on the medical bed. The color in his cheeks that gave him his usual warm and pinkish hue withered and was almost nonexistent, his skin now paled a sickly white and covered in a sheen of sweat from the long night behind him. Bob and Mike sit at his side, their eyes trained on him for any signs of disturbance as his body shakily rises and falls in a feeble attempt at stabilizing.

Meanwhile, Joyce sits at the head of the conference table among the lab's finest doctors and agents. She - much like Bob and Hopper - had traded their regular attire for scrubs during the night and she is in a heated discussion with Owens and his team.

"That thing, it..." she gestured over her shoulder. "It did something to him."

"Okay," Owens thoughtfully scratches his head, his mind scrambling to catch up and understand the situation. "And these now-memories, as you call them, how long has he been experiencing them?"

The impatience grew in Joyce at the repetitive question and fights a huff.

"I told you, since Thursday. Since I found him in the field."

"And why wasn't he brought in?" Asked an unnamed scientist to her right.

Her sharp and hostile gaze snaps to the man and she gives him a cynical glance, her palms hitting the surface of the wooden table.

"I have been bringing him in, and what have you done?" She spits coolly. "Nothing. Nothing!"

Owens nervously jumps in with an unintended stilted tone, his movements stiff, all in a pathetic and useless attempt to minimize her concerns.

"These are new symptoms, Joyce."

Joyce shook her head profusely, jabbing her finger in Owens's direction. Her promise to Will burning protectively in her heart.

"No. No, he has been telling you over and over that something wrong, and you said it was all in his head."

Owens squirms uncomfortably in his seat, his composure cracking under Joyce's fire. His mouth opens and closes, though his voice fails him.

"You said, 'Be patient.' Those were your words."

As she leans back into her seat, shifting restlessly Owens finally finds his voice. Her adrenaline and unease find a small and temporary outlet as her fingers drum against the wooden conference table.

"I understand that you're upset, okay? I get it. And I would be, too, if I were in your shoes." Owens gestured around the room. "But we are all in the same boat here, and I just need you to try--"

"What? Stay calm? Trust you?" Joyce looks around the table in disgust before shaking her head. "No, I want him transferred to a real hospital."

Dr. Owens's eyes shift to the papers in his hands, and while his voice is firm his nervous actions give away his discomfort.

"Well, you know that's not possible."

Another doctor joins in much to Joyce's bewilderment and chagrin.

"He really will get the best treatment here, Mrs. Byers."

"He really will." Another interjected.

She looked between them, utterly baffled, unable to believe the blinding negligence in themselves. She merely scoffs.

"And what are you treating him for, exactly?" She shrugs exasperated when she is met with no response and she rises to her feet. "Can anyone tell me what's wrong with him? Can a single person in this room tell me what is wrong with my boy?"

No one spoke, and she was met once more with dozens of eyes that avoided her gaze. Several men squirming uncomfortably in their seats and it only fuels the flames in her chest and her voice rises with her anger.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY BOY?"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Oh, He-Man, thank you for saving my life. What strong muscles you have."

Erica smirks at the dolls in her hands as she is splayed out across her bed. In one hand, her favorite Barbie doll, Christie. In the other, Lucas's He-Man action figure she had lifted from his room. She brought the two together in an embrace, their plastic faces touching as she made exaggerated kissing noises. The door was thrown open by Lucas and she looks up at him distasteful. His eyes fall to the doll in his hands and he glares at her.

"I knew it!" He scoffs, stomping in and ripping He-Man from her hands.

"Hey! They're in love!"

Lucas turns in her doorway, rolling his eyes.

"No, actually they're not. They don't even exist on the same planet."

"Aren't you too old to be playing with toys?" She quips.

Words die on Lucas's tongue and another rough sigh escaped him. He shakes his head, ridding himself of the comment.

"That... That's not the point. The point is to stay out of my room." He fires back, marching off into the hallway.

Erica calls after him, unfazed.

"Then tell your little nerdy friend to shut his mouth."

Lucas backpedals and returns to her doorway, giving his sister a quizzical look.

"What are you talking about?"

Erica merely shakes her head slightly and exaggerates Dustin's previous cries.

'''Code red, Lucas. Code red. Code red.' Bunch of nerds."

She rolls her eyes, reaching back for a nearby stuff animal, missing the horrified look on Lucas's face. He runs quickly to the end of the hall, not caring if he crashes into his door. He grips the doorframe as he scans his room, a frightened mantra slipping from his lips.

"No, no, no, no, no, no."

Sure enough, on his bed is his walkie, completely shut off. He rushes to his bed, flipping the dials and extending the antenna as quickly as he can.

"Dustin!"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The steel buckets hit the concrete with a decisive smack, and a container of gasoline is placed next to them. Dustin and Steve unload the trunk of monster hunting supplies they had scraped together for their plan against Dart. They had procured buckets and buckets of raw meat from the butcher shop and managed to gather the other supplies from Steve's garage. Dustin's comms come to life and immediately he recognizes Lucas's voice.

"Well, well, well, look who it is." Dustin feigns a smirk, gloved hands on his hips as Steve continues to unload the trunk behind him.

"I'm sorry, man." Lucas sighed. "My stupid sister turned it off."

"Well, when you were having sister problems, Dart grew again, he escaped, and I'm pretty sure he's a baby Demogorgan."

All Lucas could do in that short moment was blink as he processed the truckload of information.

"Wait. What?"

"I'll explain later," Dustin answered. "Just meet me and Steve at the old Junkyard."

Another wave of shock hit Lucas abruptly.

"Steve?"

"And bring your binoculars and wrist rocket."

"Steve Harrington?"

Behind Dustin, Steve had finished packing his bag and he closed the trunk. His voice barely echoed through the mic and into Lucas's ears, but it was undeniably Steve's.

"All right, let's go."

Dustin grabs the remaining bucket - the other in Steve's hand - and quickly falls in line.

"Just be there, stat," Dustin ordered into his headset. "Over and out."

[gayforelvis]

Hello 🖤

I'm going to open up fanfic reqs/ideas up, I'm not good at them much! But I wanna practice and make fanfics from other people's ideas, with my writing "skills"!

So small thing about me, I love singers like Michael Jackson, Prince, Freddie Mercury, & Elvis Presley! But I really really like Elvis Presley, since this acc ABOUT him.

So I'll mostly write Elvis stuff, lol

Things I write ;

18+

"Reader x" fanfics

I can also do Canon x Canon

I do LGBT+ fanfics, because I'm LGBT+ also, so I can do male x male, or non-binary x male, trans ftm male x male, or trans mtf female x male, etc etc.

Any comfort stuff, no sad stuff

Any topics that aren't gross or horrible

I also do sad stuff not saying I don't, I will-

A full on series

Male canon being bottom, or somewhat bottom, and top readers

AUs / Alternative Universes

I also write Austin Butler, or Austin's Elvis, I just usually like real life Elvis lol

And I also can write any one that was included in Elvis' life and not only Elvis, like Jerry Schilling, Sonny West, etc.

I do any era of Elvis, I love 50s, 60s, and 70s! But my favorite is 60s in my opinion, but any era is totally fine!

Also I'm male ftm, I might write mxm fics! Bc they are kinda underrated & mxf aren't for me most of the time.

Things I won't write ;

Any nsfw that includes sh*t, feet or anything that will make me uncomfortable, I will avoid req if it makes me uncomfortable!

Abuse, animal abuse, child abuse, any sort of abuse, but, I will do comforts where either human reader, or canon dealt with abuse and is getting comfort for it (aka hurt/comfort fics)

// Also I do NOT post much here but I'm willing to try to! And I also do roleplay, although I'm semi literature! //

I'm LGBT, being panromantic, aroace and male ftm!

(I have little sexual/romantic attraction, but not 100%, probably say I have 20% or so!)

[barnesbabes]

first show

gif creds to: @1970sdarling

pairing: Freddie Mercury x Male!Reader

word count: 1.5K

request: “Hi! This is @mercurys-oldfashioned-loverboy. You told me I could ask you for Freddie x reader, so here I am! Could I request something where Freddie maybe takes his boyfriend to meet the rest of the band, or to one of their concerts or something? Thanks!”

and 

“For the dialogue prompts, Fluff 3 with Freddie?“ 

dialogue prompt list 

i loved writing this request! i love it when the request is detailed! hope you enjoy darlings!

Fluff #3: “Give me a second and I’ll show you.”

Your eyes slowly peel open, the light shining in through the curtains. Tom meows by your feet, being your personal alarm. You smile and reach a hand down to pet his head. You reach over to find an empty space in the bed. You pout and slowly sat up. You push the heels of your hand into your eyes, hoping to rub the tiredness away. You swung your legs over the bed and slowly stretch your arms over your head. The bottoms of your feet flush against the soft carpet as you stand. You lean over to pet Tom, he purrs into your hand.

“Where is your daddy?” You say softly as you kiss his head. He follows you into the bathroom, moving through your legs as you brush your teeth. He meows at your feet and you shush him away. You mumble through your toothbrush and giggle as he moves out of the bathroom. You wipe your lips and make your way through the flat. You can hear the soft piano playing and laughter coming from your boyfriend. You smile and lean against the doorframe to listen to him.

“Tom, must you play the piano when I have to practice?”

He laughs joyfully as the animal continues to walk across the keys which creates a horrendous sound throughout the flat. You wince and cover your ears, trying to shut out the sound. Freddie turns and smiles brightly at you. His arms swing open as he beckons you over. Your arms move to rest on his shoulders as he leans into your chest. He sighs happily as your hands move through his curls.

“Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?”

You nod and pull away from his grasp, causing him to whine. You move into the kitchen, getting yourself a cup of tea to help wake you up. Freddie softly plays at his keys, humming the songs he planned to sing later that night. 

“I would have slept better if my boyfriend would sleep in with me.”

Freddie swings to face the kitchen. His hands rest on the corners of his chair. He calls to you from his seat.

“Darling, you know I can’t sleep when I have a show.”

He was never nervous before shows, just eager. He loved putting on shows for the audience, he was amazingly talented. But you fell for how warm and kind he was. He always sang for you, wanting to get your opinion on whatever they had been working on. But you had never been able to see him perform with the rest of the guys. 

“Fred, I think I have some vacation days saved up.”

“Oh? Are you planning on calling in tomorrow?”

You move into the living room and sit beside him at the piano. One hand holds your cup and the other moves into his. Fingers intertwined, he smiles at feeling your hands glide over his. 

“Actually, I want to go to your show tonight.”

“Really?” He clasps his other hand, holding yours in a firm yet soft grasp. He tried to hide his low nerves with true excitement. He faces his whole body to yours as a smile tug on his lips.

“Yeah. I always hear you sing but I would like to see if the other guys are as good as you say.”

Freddie chuckles and pats your hand lightly.

“Don’t tell Roger, he’ll use it against me.”

You laugh and lean your head on his shoulder. The soft sunshine peeking in through the curtains to create shadows across the floor. Tom lays in it, finding more pleasure in sunbathing then playing the piano with Freddie. 

You spring up and move over to the landline, leaving Freddie with his thoughts. He faces his piano as he hears your voice turn formal. He eavesdrops on the conversation, his fingers dancing across the keys. He quiets down as he feels your hands on his shoulder. 

“Guess who’s coming to your show tonight?” 

You chirp happily as he turns to wraps his arms around your waist. Tom swerves between your legs, meowing up at the two of you. You run your fingers through his hair and smile as he leans into your chest. You pat his shoulder, catching his attention.

“Go back to practicing love. Not that you need it.” 

He shows you a toothy grin. He never bothered to cover his teeth in front of you. He stopped hiding them when you told him you loved his smile. He told Brian and the guys about it. Constantly talking about you gave the guys an idea of what to expect.

The next couple of hours were spent looking for something to wear. Fred had always complimented you on your sense of style when he met you at your work. Being the lovely boyfriend he is, he to soothe your worries by suggesting outfits. You did like all of his suggestions but they were all ‘Freddie-esque’. Once you decided on something, Freddie sat outside the room waiting.

“Can I see it now?”

He wailed, wanting to see your outfit and more importantly you. You laugh and waved him off even though he couldn’t see you.

“Give me a second and I’ll show you.”

You could hear him move to stand up. You fix the last bit of your outfit as the door creaks open. 

“Darling, you’ll look better than me.”

He said in a sing-song voice as he watches you fixed your pants. He leans against the doorframe and watches you adjust your hair. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you into his chest. You pat his hands, giggling.

“Let’s get going before you get any ideas.”

He smiles and wraps an arm around your waist. He continuously complimented you on the way to the venue. He went on about how your shirt compliments your skin. He was absolutely smitten with you. The driver laughs when Freddie asked his opinion of your outfit. You told him not to bother listening to Fred.

The roadies wave to you as you pass by. Freddie must have told them about you cause they immediately called to you.

“Hi, Y/N!”

You wave back hesitantly, looking over to Freddie.

“Have you told them about me?”

His cheeky grin basically answered your question. You could hear men playfully arguing in one of the rooms. You already knew who the instigator was. And you were right when you saw the blonde looking at the other two men, dumbfounded.

“Brian! C’mon mate, the crowd loved I’m in Love with My Car! It was a good decision to put it on the album!”

“On the B-side.”

The male with longer brunette hair chimes in from his seat. The blonde looking over to him defensively. They all look over to the two of you when Freddie claps a hand onto your shoulder.

“Darlings, this is Y/N! Love, this is-”

“Brian, you’re the smart one.”

You point to the may with the curled hair, strumming lightly at the strings of his Red Special.

“Roger, dentist.”

He smirks and rolls his eyes.

You turn and smile at the youngest member of the band, he shows you a toothy grin.

“John, the baby of the group.”

He nods and smiles. Brian stands to shake your hand.

“Nice to finally meet the man Fred never stops talking about. Are you staying for the show?” 

You nod and turn to Fred, who looked a bit pale. You place a hand on his elbow. 

“You alright hun?”

He nods, smiling up at you. He ushers you to sit, removing your warm winter jacket and draping it over your chair. He starts to get ready for the show Brian chimes in.

“Fred, you know the rules.” 

You turn around as Freddie groans. 

“C’ mon, darling. Let me pass it this once.”

You speak up as the other boys eyes fall on you. 

“Did I do something wrong?”

Roger shakes his head and walks over. 

“Nothing wrong with you mate. But we decided that we won’t let partners in the dressing room, ya know. We can be distracted on stage.”

You did understand somehow. As you went to stand, Freddie pulls you back into his arms. 

“Boys, just this once.”

John suddenly spoke up, standing from his chair.

“Fred, you know the rules. We don’t even let Veronica in here.”

He groans but saw the other side of the situation. He glances toward you sympathetically, pouting. You smile as he walks into the hall with you. Brian looks over at the other two boys and smirks.

“Fred’s nervous about performing in front of him huh?” 

Both of them nod and go back to getting ready. 

Freddie pulls you close, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. He smiles and caresses your cheek. He can hear people in the venue and smiles, patting your shoulder.

“Go find a seat darling. I’ll see you after the show.”

You peck his cheek and rush into the venue.

Freddie was being amazing. The whole band was amazing. But your eyes were glued to him. You loved how he danced around the stage, capturing the audience. He had everyone’s attention but only cared for yours. The energy dies down as Freddie and Brian step forward. Brian starts to introduce the song, stopping when people whistle or yell.

“This is a lovely piece called ‘Love of My Life’.”

As his fingers strum over the guitar, your eyes capture Freddie’s. He smiles and starts singing. You felt your heart swell up. He joked about writing a song for you but here he was. He really had gone and done it. You could feel the tears drip on your trousers as he continued. Freddie would always amaze you with the number of people in venues but you didn’t care how many people were there. At that moment, it was you and him. 

You were the love of his life.

[x-reader-theater]

Just Relax

Relationship: Rami Malek!Freddie Mercury X Male!Reader

Summary: Both of you just need to Relax. 

Warnings: Fluffy as heck

Word Count: 343

A/N: Hiya! I know this is short but I wrote this for a friend upon request, @mariofrederick, this one’s for you! But in all honesty, I know it’s short, I’m working on something else that will be very much longer, so I am releasing this so I’m not totally dead! Anyways, sorry for not posting, but I’m working on something big! Also, I realized this could be gendernuetral as well, so if you chose to read it like that, I won’t stop you. Love you guys, thank you for understanding. 

“Freddie? Hello?” You call out into large, shared apartment. You close the front door behind you, and take off your shoes. You pad barefoot through the apartment, and knock on the bedroom door. No response.

You open the door carefully to see Freddie sprawled out on your shared bed, a pad of paper on his bare chest and a pen in his hands. “Freddie?” You ask as you walk closer. He had the hand with the pen over his eyes, and you see him twitch slightly, looking up at your from under his arm. He groans and quickly hides again. “Freddie, hun, what's wrong?”

Freddie sits up so fast you have to move out of the way so your heads wouldn't bonk together. He sighs, shoulders slumping. He just hands you the note pad that was now in his lap, and you flip through it.

Lots of crossed out sentences, entire paragraphs scribbled over, and you could never read Freddie's handwriting, but especially now, it was just gibberish. You doubted Freddie could even read it.

“Oh Fred,” you say, climbing onto the bed with him. You hold your arms out and he leans into you, and your wrap your arms around him. He doesn't say anything as you just sit there. His silk robe is soft against you, and his hair is smooth against your cheek. You kiss his hair and he wraps his arms around you. “You’re working too hard…”

“I need to write this-”

“You don’t need to do anything my love,” you say, and Freddie looks up at you. You smile down at him gently. “You have to take breaks. If you keep going, you’re going to hurt yourself…” Freddie sighs and kisses you, nodding. You smile into the kiss and pulls away, looking at the love of your life staring up at you. “Now, let’s go take a bath, relax, and have some fun, yeah?”

Freddie grins and pulls away, getting up quickly. He holds his hand out and you grab it, letting him drag you into your bathroom.