#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!)

[liliah39]

Bliss: (Freddie Mercury X Male! Reader Oneshot)

Word Count: 3.2 K

Warnings: None! Just loads of fluff!

Plot: You and Brian are best friends, he knows about your sexuality, but doesn’t know about yours and Freddie’s feelings for each other. It comes a time when you and Freddie are ready to be open with your relationship. How will Brian take it?

A/N: This is a HalloQueen Event Gift for @rushingheadlong​ !! Surprise! I’m your Secret Santa! Thank you for hosting it @dtfrogertaylor​ ! I hope you enjoy it darling! I did my best! It was so nice talking to you and getting to know you! Please keep in touch darling! I think I feel more comfortable writing male reader after this, so I might be able to do a Brian one if you want one! Just leave me a request for a oneshot in my asks! (Also plz excuse typos) -C

October 1976:

With the autumn leaves changing color, a new chill was in the air, confirming that fall was upon you. You hurriedly zipped up your coat as you ran inside the recording studio with coffees for Brian and his band mates, eager to see Freddie. 

You and Brian were best friends, and always had been since you were little. You grew up as neighbors, and basically were never apart. He got you fascinated with the stars due to his own obsession, making stargazing in one of your backyards in the summer your favorite pastimes, and sometimes you’d stargaze  in your snowsuits in the winter if you were feeling risky. Of course the two of you did other things too, running, hide and seek, pretending you were pirates sailing the seven seas; a typical thing for young boys to do, but as you grew together your interests changed. It went from pirates to The Beatles as the sixties rolled in, each of you getting the extremely unfortunate bowl cut and doing your best to form a band. You were never as musically talented as Brian was, but you could manage on bass, and were able to have a garage band with him and a couple of other boys from school for a couple years before Brian’s talent had surpassed all of you. Although, no matter how your interests changed, the two of you always found time to look at the stars. 

Now you were both just out of your first four years of college, still living in an apartment together and trying to figure out the next step in your lives. Brian opted to put his schooling on hold for a while to pursue his band Queen, which seemed to be going surprisingly well, however you decided to get your PhD in Astrophysics, the field both you and Brian decided to go to school for together. Even still, the two of you told each other everything concerning your lives; it’s like you were each the brother that the other never had. 

Brian was the first to know about your sexuality, and took it extremely well. Said it never bothered him, that he’d love you and your were still his best mate either way. He said in some way he always knew, but was just happy that you were in tune with yourself enough to be able to find someone you truly loved. He always told you about his new girlfriends he’d meet, but they’d never last long. However, there was one thing you didn’t think you could tell Brian. You didn’t know how. 

You were in love with his other best friend.

His best friend that hadn’t come out yet. 

His best friend that was Freddie Fucking Mercury. 

You took a deep breath as you walked in the door to the studio, remembering how your feelings for Freddie had budded all those years ago. 

~~~~~Flashback to 1974~~~~~

Brian introduced the two of you when he had started talking to Brian at Smile gigs. Freddie was so insistent about being in a band with Brian and Roger that he went to all of Smile’s performances. You were usually at them too unless you had a test the next day, always wanting to be supportive of your best friend. You and Freddie hung out together throughout the Smile gigs constantly, always singing, dancing, or getting drinks at the bar. His beauty seemed ethereal; an extremely attractive, dark haired man with an attitude that could kill. It was then that you not only realized you liked men. 

You loved him. 

After Tim left and Queen formed, you were at all the performances, hungry to watch Freddie parading across the stage in your solitary confinement of your love for him. You kept your feelings to yourself for years, unable to admit them and lose your friendship with Freddie. Besides, he was dating Mary. There was no use in making a fool of yourself.  Although, one day after Queen played at The Rainbow in 1974, about a week after Freddie had broken up with Mary for what he said were “personal complications, he stopped you and asked if you wanted to go get a drink, like the old days when they were playing local bars every night.

“I’d love to Fred, really, but you know, Brian’s not 100% yet. I know he’s back and playing, but he’s only been out of the hospital for a month. I should go home and make sure he’s okay. Sorry, mate.” you solemnly admitted. 

Freddie nodded his head understandably, although you couldn’t help but notice a look of sadness and disappointment in his eyes. “Of course, I understand, Y/N. Next time, Darling.” He winked, stuttering through his words as if nervous to talk to you. 

That’s odd, you thought, as Freddie opened the door to his dressing room and quietly shut it behind him. You walked next door to Brian’s dressing room, knocking to announce your entrance before walking in to see him putting his guitar in its case. 

“Hey Bri,” you said, trying to be cheerful, “how’re you feeling?” 

“Alright, Y/N. Really, I’m okay. Quite tired, but I’m alright. Just need to go home and rest.” He smiled. 

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” he laughed, “you’re always so worried about me.” 

“Well that’s ‘cuz I wouldn’t know what to do without you, Brian. We’ve been inseparable for how long now? It’d be like taking away my other half if something happened to you.” You laughed. 

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense, I’d be the same way if I was in your shoes.” He laughed. “You’ve been so helpful in the last couple of months while I’ve been going through all this, Y/N, and I’m completely capable of taking care of myself now. I just played two nights of concerts. I’m okay, Y/N. Go out. Have some fun. I’m worried about you. You haven’t done anything except for take care of me for ages. As your best friend, I’m telling you you need to go out and have some fun.”

He could see the hesitant look on your face. You were worried about him. 

“As your best friend I command that you get your life back.” Brian joked, making both of you laugh. 

“Alright, alright.” You resigned. “You’ve been very active for a couple days, so I won’t do anything for tonight, but I’ll go out soon, I promise.” 

“Were you asked to do something tonight?” Brian pried. 

“Well…” You hesitantly started. “I was. But I turned it down. More worried about you.” You admitted. 

“Y/N,” Brian said, hands on his hips. “Go do something. Go out. Who asked you?”

“Freddie.” You admitted. “He wanted to go get drinks.”

“Go with him,” he urged. “Find yourself a guy. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you back at home later.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Thanks mate.” You smiled, turning around and exiting his dressing room, knocking on Freddie’s which was next door. “Fred?” You called. 

After a couple of minutes, the door blew open, “Hello, Darling.” He smiled. “Come in,” he said, turning around and closing the door behind the two of you. “Couldn’t resist my offer?” He teased. 

“I guess not.” You laughed. “Brian said he’ll be fine, and I haven’t gotten out in a while, so I figured I’d get a couple drinks. I miss talking to you.” You said earnestly, putting a hand on Freddie’s shoulder as you spoke. 

“Wonderful!” He exclaimed. “Then just give me a moment to get dressed and we’ll be on your way.” 

~~~~ 

He brought you to a bar called Blessing’s Tavern that was just down the road, the two of you laughing the entire way. Over a couple of shots and far too many beers, the two of you caught up on life from the last couple of months, hearing about the recording process of the new Sheer Heart Attack album which you missed out on because of Brian’s hospitalization. After his story was over, there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you. Something you each wanted to bring up, but resisted. 

You couldn’t help it anymore. 

“So, how are you doing, Fred? The whole thing with Mary?” 

“Oh I’m just fine, Darling.” He assured you. “We’re still close friends. I’m the one who pulled the trigger; it was my choice. Thanks for asking though.”

“I know, but any break up is difficult no matter what way it happens or what side of it you’re on. I’m here if you need me.” You assured with a smile, patting him on the shoulder. 

“Thank you.” He smiled. “I’m really fine. I guess you could say I just came to terms with myself. Who I am, you know?” 

You nodded. You definitely knew. That’s exactly what you said when you came out. It made you confused. Did Freddie realize he had feelings for guys, and that’s why he broke up with Mary? 

You stayed silent for a while, a million thoughts rushing through your head as you contemplated what his previous sentence possibly could have meant. 

You couldn’t speak. 

You couldn’t do anything. 

Is it possible he likes me to?

Just then, he was the one to break the silence. “I see you looking at me.” 

“W-what? Well I’m sitting right next to you, Fred. Course I’m looking at you.” 

“No, Darling. I mean when I’m on stage.” 

“Well yeah, that too?” 

“Jesus, Y/N. You haven’t figured it out yet?” 

“Figured what out?” 

“Oh don’t act so oblivious. I see that you feel the same way. I broke up with Mary because I wasn’t happy with the lie I was living, I’m not straight. And if I’m right, you aren’t either.” he retorted. 

Silence. 

You’d never told anyone else other than Brian, let alone your other best friend AND your crush. 

“Am I right?” He asked. 

You nodded. “But don’t tell the others. Brian’s the only one who knows.” 

“Oh I’d never,” he admitted. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone either. You’re the first person I’ve told.” 

“Why me, Freddie? Why tell me first?”

“Because I figured you were going through the same thing, and because well, I like you. Figured I’d just be straight forward about it, you know?” 

You nodded. “Wait, you like me?” 

“Yeah, Love. Quite a bit, actually. Didn’t make me break up with my girlfriend for nothing.” He laughed. 

“Wow.” You said, truly astonished. 

“What? I’m sorry, Y/N. Do you not feel the same way? God this is why I didn’t want to do this, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” 

You laughed at the irony. “Actually, quite the opposite. You were spot on. Spot on to the point I’ve been into you for the last four years and never said anything because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. What are the odds?” You laughed. 

“Oh thank god.” He said, clearly relieved, and pulling you in for an embrace. “You have no idea how hard that was.” 

“Oh believe me, I do.” You laughed. 

“Well then, we must celebrate! I’d like champagne!” He screamed to the bartender who was at the other end of the bar, making you laugh at his brutal honesty. 

~~~~End Flashback~~~~

You stepped into the boys’ room to be greeted with smiles, hellos, and many thanks for bringing much needed coffee. Freddie stopped playing piano to come over and pull you into a tight embrace, kissing your cheek after making sure no one would notice. 

The two of you had been seeing each other privately ever since your feelings were confessed all those years ago, yet had done an excellent job of hiding it. The other three members didn’t even know, not even Brian. 

“I like your shirt, Fred.” You smiled, making him blush. 

“Why thank you, Darling!” he winked, knowing it was one of your favorites whenever you spent the night at his place. The other three noticed the odd encounter yet said nothing of it, assuming it was just a typical conversation between two friends. 

On a break, you hopped onto the piano bench next to Freddie, trying your best to make what you were saying look like a casual conversation. 

“Love,” You started, “can we go to the park after? I’ve got to talk to you about something.” 

“ ‘Course. Say no more.” He smiled. “You’ll drive me, won’t you?” 

“I always do.” You smiled in a sing song voice. 

~~~~ 

The two of you sang along to the radio in the short, fifteen minute car ride to a solitary end of the park, walking hand in hand to a bench in the middle of a path, the bench you and Freddie had specifically named yours, in a comfortable silence. You observed the way the sunlight hit his perfectly chilled face, jet black hair waving in the autumn wind. 

“You’re so beautiful, Freddie.” You softly admitted as he pressed a kiss to your lips. 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He said as the two of you sat on your bench together, his arm around your shoulder. “You wanted to talk?”

“Yup.” You laughed. “God, why are you always so to the point?” You teased at him.

“Because things can be so drawn out sometimes, Dear! When some conversations are heavier or more uncomfortable, I just want to get it over with. No need to dwell on them.” He huffed, the temperament of a princess, making his shirt extremely fitting. 

“Alright, alright.” You laughed. “I think it’s time, Freddie.” 

“Time for what?” his face grew worried. “Please don’t say you’re leaving me.”

“Oh god no,” you smiled. “I’ll never leave you, Baby.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips in relief. “Then time for what, Y/N.” 

“Time we tell them. Our friends. Our family. Brian especially. We’ve gotta come out. Say we’re together. Not to the public, because you know they won’t understand, but our friends have to know. They deserve to know.” 

He nodded, taking in all you just said. 

“And especially Brian, Freddie. Brian’s got to know. He’s my bloody roommate and best friend for crying out loud. I hate lying to him, sneaking out at night to come see you. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep hurting him blindly.” 

“I understand.” Freddie smiled. “I’m just nervous. They know about you, I just haven’t manned up enough to tell them yet. What if they kick me out?” 

“They won’t kick you out, Love.” You laughed. “I think they already have their suspicions, to be honest. Brian asked me the other day if you were gay. Said I didn’t know of course. He said it’d just make sense to him if you were from your stage costumes and such.” 

“Oh. That’s a good thing, right?” He asked. 

“Yes, Love. A good thing.”  You assured him. 

“What is they don’t think that me coming out is a good move for the band? What if they kick me out?” He worried. 

“Freddie. They’re your  best friends. They’re not going to kick you out. And like I said, just to our friends, not the whole world yet. Okay?” 

“Okay.” He smiled. “Please don’t think my insecurities have anything to do with you, Darling. I was actually thinking today about how nice it would have been to just be us at rehearsal instead of this facade, you know?” He smiled. 

“It’ll all be okay soon, my Love.” You assured him. “I promise.” 

~~~~~

The two of you decided to tell Brian first. It only seemed right to you; you knew that if he was in your position he’d do the same thing. You picked Freddie up at his house, pressing your lips to his as he got in the car. 

“I love your jacket, Fred!” You smiled. “Trying to dress for the occasion, are you?” 

“ ‘Course.” He smiled. “I always do!” 

“Must be new, right?”

“Yes, good job at noticing, Darling. I’ve got the best boyfriend in the world.” he smiled. 

“So do I.” 

~~~~

When arriving at your apartment, everything was extremely normal, the three of you just sitting in the living room laughing as you listened to a Beatles record. After a short while, you could tell it was time to just admit the true reason you were there. Freddie said he left telling Brian up to you seeing as the  two of you were incredibly close. 

“Brian.” 

He heard the tone in your voice change, his head snapping up. 

“Can we talk to you?”

“Course, everything alright?” 

“Yeah yeah, it’s just-  Well remember a couple 

years ago when I told you about me, and how I felt? My sexuality and all?”

“Yeah?” He said curiously. 

“Well, um I’ve found someone.” You smiled. 

“Really?! That’s great, Y/N. Who is it? When can I meet him?” 

“Well you already have.” You smiled, taking Freddie’s hand in yours. 

“You see, Freddie has expressed that he feels the same way I do, and we got to talking and doing more together over the last year or so, really acting like we’ve been together in the last six months or so, and we just decided it was time to say how we’ve been feeling, wanted to tell you first.” 

“Really?” Brian smiled. 

“Really.” Freddie confirmed. 

“Guys!” Brian said, leaping up and engulfing the two of you in his huge arms, “Really?! This couldn’t be any better!”

You and Freddie looked at each other smiling with a quick peck on the lips. 

You knew this was the start of something wonderful.

~~~~~

Roger and John took the news just as well, acting as if nothing had changed. It gave you and Freddie each such a weight off of your backs to know the two of you had the support of your wonderful friends behind you. 

You moved in with Freddie a couple months later, not expecting to have cried as much when you left your apartment with Brian, but the two of you were crying like little girls. Freddie said it was almost like watching twins be separated after being together for 24 years, however, the separation was healthy for the two of you and improved your relationship drastically. It also allowed you to mature as a person as well. 

You made it to everyone of Queen’s concerts, taking breaks from school and work to go on tour with them, and you honestly had never been happier in your life. You got to spend each night watching your boyfriend and best friends who had turned into your family perform. You got to see your best friend flourish as a guitarist little by little each and every day, and you got to watch the love of your life, Freddie, parade around stage each night looking ethereal in his flowy white shirts and tight, sexy leather ensembles as he serenaded you, telling you each night that he sang each song for you and only you. It was bliss. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Ah!!! That’s it! I really hope you like it, I put so much work into it! Happy Halloween to you all!! Also, sorry it took so long, I had to carve pumpkins!

[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.

[yourlocalmusicalprostitute]

Could I get a ship. I have short light brown hair, blue eyes, and I’m 5’2”. (Also male cause that feels important) I’m kinda chubby and I’m also pretty introverted. The only humor I know is sarcasm and I enjoy reading, writing, listening to music, and watching YouTube. I also really like Minecraft. I’m very cuddly as well. Hopefully that’s enough info.

I don't want to be cliche & ship you with Fred just cause you're a guy, but I feel like you two would be so cute in a modern au

Fred is all glamour & glitz to the public

But in private, he's a bit of a nerd

When you call him one he says it doesn't count because he only geeks out of music, fashion & such

But it totally counts

You're introverted, which means you balance Fred out

"You're the strong quiet type dear." Were Freddie's words

You also introduced Freddie to Minecraft

He sat & watched you play for a while but dismissed it

Then when you came home from the store, picking up cat food, there Freddie was Minecrafting away

"Thought you didn't like the game?"

"What? Uh, I don't! Just uh...oh nevermind it dear feed the kitties please."

Fred has an obsession with your eyes

On your birthday he got you a gift to match them

It was a simple golden chain link necklace with a blue pendant

It was goregous

"Not as goregous as you."

Freddie could be such a sap, but of course you appreciate it

[liliah39]

I am here for this!!! Send me asks lovelies. And I’m talking about fics (more than one chapter) not oneshots!!!! 😘♥️

I wish you would write a fic where...

Send me an anymous (or not) summary of the fic you wish I would write. (maybe I will write a tidbit)

[izzy-b-hands]

There Must Be More To Life

Another melancholy fic, to try and lift the melancholy on myself, and the second of the My Melancholy Blues series.

Some Freddie/Reader (not directly addressed in the fic, but this is a trans, FTM reader again, solely because I could and I'm letting myself be self-indulgent tonight.) This is another one of the reader struggling with depression, this time with a focus on how it effects sleep and appetite. 

TW for depression, disordered eating patterns, and talk of depression naps.

My love to all who read/like/reblog.

“You need to eat.”

Freddie’s voice is warm, but strong. He’s been at this since lunch, when the most you managed was heating up a plate of already barely-edible leftovers in the microwave, only to pick at them and finally toss them away.

“I know,” you reply without opening your eyes. Napping has been the easiest thing to do for the last day or so, even though you know you shouldn’t indulge it too much. It’ll turn into a pattern, if you aren’t careful, and that pattern of depression naps and nothing else is always hard to break.

“Then let’s sit up, and figure out food,” Freddie prompts you.

“Give me another five?”

“No,” he says, and you can’t keep your eyes shut as he grabs you, gently, and sets you up to sitting on the couch, rather than laying on it. Before you can lay back down, he’s plunked himself down beside you. “You’ve had ‘another five’ over the past four hours. You need to get up and eat, and drink some water, and move, even if it’s just walking to a different couch in a different room.”

“But I like this couch,” you try to joke, but he doesn’t so much as giggle.

“Please,” he’s not quite begging, but he’s close to it. “I can’t sit and worry about you like this; you know what it does to me.”

You do, and you know it isn’t fair to him. He had planned to work on songs today, sat at the grand piano a room over. Instead, he’s spent most of it checking in on you, trying to prompt you to food or water or movement. You’ve heard the piano maybe twice the whole day.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur. “That’s not enough of an apology either, but it’s all I’ve got.”

“I know,” he sighs, and pulls you close, so your head leans against his shoulder and chest. “But it’s enough for me. I know you can’t exactly help this-”

“I’m not doing much to cope with it today though,” you admit.

He nods. “Thank you for owning up to it. I can’t imagine that’s easy.”

“No, but it’s a part of this whether I like it or not. I’ve got to own when I’m not handling this well, or I can’t work towards handling it better in the future.”

He squeezes you tight to him and wraps another arm around you for a moment. “I know you might not feel it right now, but you’re a good person, Y/N.”

“But I’d be a better one if I ate?”

“Yeah,” he replies. “Let me order something, if nothing else. Whatever it takes, so long as you eat.”

Delivery is the unfortunate shorthand solution to this issue with food you have in the depths of it all, and you don’t like that, but Freddie and your therapist are quick to remind you it doesn’t matter so long as you’re at least eating.

You shrug, and shiver against him. “I guess. I just don’t feel that hungry.”

“I know,” he says, and you know he does. He’s always listened intently when you’ve explained how the worst days with your depression make you feel, how they fuck with your appetite. “But I heard your stomach growl earlier. You’ve got to at least try and eat.”

He reaches to the coffee table in front of the couch, and hands over a delicate tea cup. “It’s just water, but I thought the cup might make it more fun to drink, at least?”

You take it gently, and let yourself smile. “It does. Fancy water, is what this is.”

“If I order soup, we can probably put that in a tea cup too,” Freddie muses. “If you think it would help.”

You haven’t done much laughing in the last few days, but that gets a giggle. “It might, but you don’t have to do that. We can just get whatever sounds good to you, and I’ll make myself eat.”

He waits until you’ve set the cup down on the table again before he leans in to kiss you. “Alright, I’ll take that. At least you’ll be awake and eating.”

“I promise I’ll try to stay awake after we eat,” you say, and you mean it. “...could I maybe sit in while you work? If you don’t mind, of course.”

You try not to intrude on his song-writing sessions, but you’d be lying if you didn’t admit they were a comfort to listen to, even if parts of them were Freddie swearing under his breath adorably at a phrase or measure.

“I don’t mind,” he says. “There’s a couch in there as well, even.”

At anyone else that might have been a dig, but you’ve been with him long enough to know he’s joking. “Yeah, but it’s one of the antique ones. Not very comfortable, and I’m half-afraid I’ll break it if I breathe funny while I’m on it.”

“All the more reason to stay awake and not snore then,” he smirks playfully.

“I do not snore that loudly!”

“But you do snore,” he laughs. “Stay awake long enough for me to get the takeaway menus, alright? I’ll be back.”

You let yourself lean on the couch while you wait, but you don’t let your eyes close. He’s putting all this effort into keeping you afloat, the least you can do is try to help, and kick until you tread water.

[rushingheadlong]

Make It Up (As You Go Along) - A Freddie x m!Reader fic

Summary: Freddie’s birthday is quickly approaching… and so is yours. The only problem is that Freddie doesn’t know that, and you don’t particularly want to tell him.

Words: ~2200

Tags: Male Reader, H/C, brief mention of a bad relationship with parents

Notes: Happy birthday to Freddie! And also happy birthday to me, because my birthday is also September 5th and as such I have written this absolutely self-indulgent birthday-themed fic as a gift for myself.

You regret the lie the moment that it slips out. You had been hoping that the subject of your birthday would somehow never come up, but with all the preparations for Freddie’s party in full swing it was only a matter of time before he asked you, “Oh, darling, by the way, when’s your birthday?” and when he did you just panicked.

“Oh, ah- May. May 14th,” you tell him… except that’s not really your birthday at all.

Freddie pouts a little. “So I have to wait half a year to spoil you rotten?”

You for a laugh and lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You say that as if you don’t spoil me rotten every day of the week anyway.”

“Well, I can’t help it when I have a gorgeous boyfriend like you,” Freddie says. He catches you around the waist before you can pull away and kisses you properly, and you let yourself melt against him a little as the lie fades from your thoughts.

And it is easy to forget about the lie. Freddie’s birthday, you’re given to understand, is always a huge production but he takes a certain amount of genuine joy in planning it and you love seeing him this happy. He keeps asking your opinion on decorations or invitation lists and you like being involved in it all. You’ve never been able to plan a proper birthday party before, and even if you know that Freddie will always just do whatever he wants to do you like seeing it all come together anyway.

Freddie’s party is scheduled for September 6th, a Friday night, but Thursday morning you wake up to find flowers and cards and gifts already streaming into the house. Freddie is in the lounge with a cup of tea and that’s where you join him as Phoebe and Joe sort through all of the deliveries.

“Good morning, my love,” Freddie greets you as you curl up next to him. You’re not nearly as much of a morning person as Freddie is and you let your eyes slip closed as you cuddle close against his side.

“Good morning,” you mumble in response.

Freddie laughs and kisses the top of your head. “I’ll have Phoebe bring you a cup of tea, alright?”

“Alright,” you say, though it comes out more like a soft slur of vowels instead of an actual word.

You don’t really fall asleep again, but you do doze off a little as Freddie asks Phoebe to bring you some tea and he accepts another stack of cards from Joe which he perfunctorily riffles through before setting aside. It’s cozy here at Freddie’s side, with only the sound of Phoebe and Joe talking in hushed whispers in the hall breaking the last of the morning’s quietness that’s still clinging to the house.

“Oh, Joe, dear, we don’t have any more room for flowers in here, take those somewhere else, why don’t you?” Freddie says, softly, so as not to disturb you.

“Sorry Freddie, but these- Well, these aren’t for you.”

“What do you mean they aren’t for me? Who are they for then?”

“The card says they’re for Y/N.”

It takes a moment for the words to register, but when they do it feels like someone dropped a bucket of ice water down your spine. You scramble to sit up, your stomach already twisting into knots, just as Freddie asks, “What? Why? What else does the card say?”

“Dear Y/N, We hope you have-”

“Joe, stop-” you try to say, but it’s too late.

“-a very happy birthday.” The color drains out of Joe’s face and he looks up at you, uncertain and apologetic.

“Birthday?” Freddie echoes, giving you a disbelieving look. “What do you mean, birthday?”

“They- It must be from someone who just wrote the wrong name on the card!” you say with a nervous laugh. “Obviously, they’re not really for me-”

“Sorry, Y/N. The card says they’re from your parents,” Joe says quietly.

You stand up and wrench the flowers from his hands and, yes, sure enough they’re from your parents. How they found out you were living with Freddie you have no idea - probably one of your sisters, and you’ll have to have words with them later. But that doesn’t help you now, with Joe standing awkwardly next to you and Freddie staring at you with the beginnings of anger starting to creep into his eyes.

“Birthday,” he says again. “You said your birthday was in May, Y/N. So why are you getting flowers from your parents now?”

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want them-”

“This isn’t about the fucking flowers!” Freddie snaps, and Joe makes a quick escape out of the room. “This is about you, apparently, lying to me about your birthday! When is it, really?”

You gnaw on your lip, and look away from him, and debate throwing yourself out of the window to avoid this conversation.

“Y/N,” Freddie says. “When is your birthday?”

You swallow harshly and stare down at the floor as you finally come clean. “Today. September 5th.”

“Today,” Freddie repeats. “You- Your birthday is today. We share a birthday and you lied about it? Why?”

You open your mouth, close it, swallow again. The words are there but they stick in your throat and don’t want to come out, and you hear Freddie snort in disgust after a too-long moment of silence. “Right, well, let me guess then. You thought I’d throw some diva fit about having to share the spotlight with you, so you thought you’d just lie to me instead, was that it?”

“No! No, Freddie, no-”

“I thought you, of all people, would know that I’m not like that, but I guess I was wrong,” Freddie continues as if he didn’t hear you talking, and maybe he didn’t. You finally look up at him but he’s no longer looking at you, at least not directly. He’s staring down at the floor, his hands clenched tightly together, and even with his face partially hidden you can see the tightness in his mouth that tells you that he really is properly angry about this.

“Well, if that’s the sort of person you think I am, then you can get the hell out of my house,” Freddie says as he looks back up at you. His eyes are hard, his jaw is set, but there’s a real pain on his face too that cuts you to see.

And you’re angry now too, angry that Freddie is jumping to these conclusions instead of giving you one damn second to gather your thoughts and try to explain your actions to him. “If that’s what you want then fine, I’ll leave!” you snap. “Because I don’t fucking need to be with someone who’s so fucking self-centered that everything always has to be about him!”

Something flashes across Freddie’s face and he shifts, a little uncomfortable, but you’re on your own tirade now and nothing - not even Freddie fucking Mercury - can stop you.

“I don’t need you, Freddie! I don’t need this house or my birthday or these stupid flowers from my parents who don’t give a fuck about me anyway!” You throw the flowers onto the ground and the vase shatters, sending water and shards of glass and plant material flying across the floor, and causing Freddie to shout and jump to his feet.

“You want to know why I lied about my birthday? Because it doesn’t fucking matter! My birthday has never mattered! My family doesn’t care, my friends have never cared, and at this point I don’t fucking care either!” you yell at Freddie. “All I wanted was to enjoy your party and celebrate your birthday, because mine has never been important!”

You turn to leave, but Freddie grabs your wrist just as you reach the doorway and says, “Y/N. Wait, please, wait.”

You don’t turn around. You don’t want Freddie to see the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “What do you want, Freddie?” you ask, and it doesn’t come out angry anymore. Even to your own ears, you just sound tired.

“Come back to the sofa with me. Let’s talk about this properly, alright?” Freddie says gently. His thumb is rubbing along the inside of your wrist and you can feel your resolve, and the last of your anger, starting to crumble.

“Alright,” you relent after a moment.

You let Freddie gently coax you back around and his face crumbles when he sees the tears. “Oh, Y/N…” He reaches up and gently wipes them away, and you can’t hold back a small sniffle at his tenderness. He cradles your face in his hands and kisses your forehead and says, “I am so sorry for what I said, love. I didn’t mean a word of it, and I should have let you explain instead of jumping to conclusions.”

“I shouldn’t have lied to you,” you say, absolutely miserably. “I’m sorry Freddie, I panicked and I regretted it the moment I said it but I didn’t know how to take it back-”

“It’s alright, darling, I promise it’s alright,” Freddie cuts in before you can work yourself up too badly. “Let’s go sit down, alright? We’ll sit down and we’ll talk about this like the rational adults we always pretend to be.”

You manage a small smile at that and let Freddie lead you back to the couch. You don’t curl up against him like you did before - god, those half-asleep cuddles feel so long ago now - but Freddie takes your hand in his, and that’s alright for now.

“I’m sorry, Freddie,” you apologize again. “I shouldn’t have lied, I know that, I just… Well, I hate my birthday. My family never celebrated it, not really. Oh, my parents would make a show of taking me out to dinner at restaurants they chose and giving me practical, respectable gifts instead of anything I actually wanted…” You shake your head. “God, that makes me sound so selfish, doesn’t it?”

“It’s not selfish to want a little bit of attention on your birthday,” Freddie says, but you shake your head.

“I don’t want attention, though. That’s why I lied,” you tell him. “I don’t like celebrating my birthday. I don’t like people making a fuss over me, and every time I’ve tried to have a party my friends have all been busy anyway. I don’t like being given a ton of things that I don’t need and don’t want and have to pretend to care about so I don’t hurt other people’s feelings. I just want to have some time alone to do something nice for myself.” You manage to give Freddie a small smile and add, “Or else spend the day with someone I love.”

Freddie smiles back at you, but there’s still a hint of hurt in his eyes - and you only realize that it’s for you when he says, “I’m so sorry, lovie. I’m sorry that you’ve never had a birthday that you’ve enjoyed. If you don’t want to celebrate that’s perfectly alright but, darling, we could have done something. Phoebe could have baked your favorite scones for breakfast, instead of just mine. We could have made arrangements to go out to your favorite restaurant for dinner tonight, and I could have bought you your favorite flowers even if you didn’t want anything else.”

“Do you even know what my favorite flowers are?” you ask with a small, watery laugh.

“Peach roses,” Freddie says, without hesitation. “And tulips, in any color. And lilacs. And daffodils.” He does laugh a little then, and adds, “You like most flowers, but those are your favorites.”

“They are,” you have to admit, and you’re crying again but luckily Freddie is still there to wipe the tears away again. “I’m so-”

“If you apologize again, I will have to do something drastic to shut you up,” Freddie says, teasing. “It’s quite alright. I’m only upset that today is going to be entirely about me, when it should be about you as well, so if there’s anything you want today…”

“There isn’t anything, not really,” you tell him. “I just want to spend the day with you.”

“Well then, I think that can be arranged.” Freddie stands up and gently pulls you to your feet as well. “Let’s start off by going back upstairs so we can enjoy our birthdays together.” He looks at the mess on the floor from where you smashed the vase and adds, “And so this can get cleaned up.”

You look down at the mess and wince a little. “I should-”

“You should come upstairs with me,” Freddie interrupts gently. “Joe or Phoebe can handle it, and you can apologize to them later if that will make you feel better.” He kisses you, so tenderly that it makes your chest ache, and murmurs against your lips. “Come to bed, Y/N. Please?”

“Yes,” you breathe against his mouth, and you feel him smile against you - before he pulls away and, beaming, leads the way back up to the bedroom.

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Run From You (Crowley x Aziraphale) 

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The Crushing Swap (Crowley x Aziraphale)

Damned (Crowley x Reader)

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You Matter to Me (Aziraphale x Reader)

Feeling the Love (Aziraphale x Reader)

The Nanny (Crowley x Reader)

Falling (Crowley x Reader)

It’s a Date (Crowley x Aziraphale) 

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The Proposal (Aziraphale x Reader)

Dancing with Myself (Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale)

Lucky Ones (Crowley x Reader) 

Fair Fun (Aziraphale x Reader)

Sick (Crowley x Reader)

Classroom Visitor (Aziraphale x Reader)

I Died When She Did Part 2 (Aziraphale x Reader)

Prick (Crowley x Reader)

Bad Day (Poly! Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale) 

Trust (Aziraphale x Reader)

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Broadchurch:

No More Broken Heart (Alec Hardy x Reader)

Worst Cop in Britain (Alec Hardy x Reader)

Unlikely Friends (Alec Hardy x Reader)

Unlikely Friends Part 2 (Alec Hardy x Reader)

Doctor Who:

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Sleepover (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Stay (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

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Lockdown (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

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Autumn / Freddie Mercury Imagine

Request: Hello lovely person! Hope you're doing okay! Was wondering if you could write me something with Freddie. I don't really mind what it is, just maybe something fluffy (and male reader as usual). Thanks so much, and take care of yourself! 💕💕💕💕 

Of course love @fandom-star! Sorry if this is awful, I just have quite a few Uni deadlines and exams coming up <3

You were nervous.

First dates always did that to you, you thought, as you wrapped your arms around your waist in some slight form of comfort and peered down the street, waiting for Freddie to arrive. The sun kissed white clouds blossomed in the blue above your head, free to fly with the wind. In the long horizon, they take on silver hues, those deeper graphite tones that promise good rain. Tapping your toes, you start to grow impatient.

It takes him another ten minutes to appear, walking leisurely down the street with a big grin on his face. He runs one hand through his short hair as he spots you, almost skipping over to where you lean against the cafe wall, stopping just before running into you.

‘Sorry I’m so fashionably late, darling, traffic was hell.’

‘I’m just glad you’re here now, Freddie. It’s getting incredibly walk.’

‘Nothing a brisk walk won’t fix, my dear.’

He held out his hand for you to take. You complied, but instead of shaking hands like you thought he might, he brought your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss upon it. You felt your face flush warm, and the hairs on her neck stand, something fluttering in your stomach as his big doe eyes glanced up at you eagerly. You almost sighed when he let your hand go, choosing instead to hold his arm out so you could interlink it with your own. In that moment, before the two of you set off down the avenue, you knew that if you spoke, your words would fumble and you wouldn't be able to make your usual witty remarks. Right there and then, you were at a loss for everything; no words, no breath, no thoughts. The only thing that came out of your mouth at that moment was his name, and even then it came out shaky and quiet.

‘Alright, my dear, shall we?’

Throughout the walk, Freddie’s focus was scattered, so filled with nervous anticipation, so excited, even giddy. He couldn't hold a conversation for long or keep his feet from jumping while his thoughts danced in infinite directions. All he could focus on, was the feeling of the two of you almost holding hands, a tingling feeling spreading throughout his entire body as he dared to brush his fingers against your own, seeing if you would pull away. When you didn’t, he dared to cover your fingers with his own, stopping for a moment by the park’s duck pond, pretending to take in the view. In reality, he was trying to stop the heat from burning his cheeks. It was the blush of roses, that peek of champagne pink. The colour infused cheeks dimpled with the blossoming smile and his eyes shone in a way that only deep happiness can bring.

His tentative fingers explored your hand, tracing the lines and grooves as if he was trying to remember this moment forever. You tried to look away from him desperately, but the pure joy he exuded was too much for you, breaking the two of you into desperate giggles that gained a lot of confused looks from people passing by. The old woman throwing bread to the birds onto the bench behind grinned - glowing, as the two of you walked on, hand in hand and step in step.

It took a huge amount of willpower for Freddie to calmly say goodbye to you when the date ended, but he managed it, barely. 

‘This time next week, my darling.’

‘I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Freddie.’

He smiled softly as he walked off. Though the newspapers blew about the street he paid them no mind, they were no more bother than fall leaves. He passed the graffiti and the dinged London lampposts, barely noticing the beat up old cars. This avenue might be falling apart just as much as it ever was, but he'd found his love and not a thing or a person could ever take that away. The air was sweet and there was no hurry, his world had been cast anew and he was savouring every moment. 

He left, with his head swimming with no thoughts other than you.

[bohemian-napsodyy]

Hey, I’m desperate for Freddie Mercury x male reader so I thought I would request. Could you write a blurb where Freddie and the reader are going on a first date and Freddie’s nervous but then it’s super fluffy? Hopefully that’s enough to go on

💗✨❤️💜💕💞💖💝omg I love this idea! Thank you for the suggestion, and also for being so patient! I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this! :o

(hi i love him)

let me start off by saying your nerves were real.

but you felt you didn’t really have a reason to be nervous???

especially since you and Freddie had been really close friends for a few years now

you met in the clothing shop he and Roger ran, when you had gone in on a last-minute-whim, hoping you’d be able to find a cheap pair of dress pants to wear for your cousin’s wedding

what started off as a simple frantic search (that you hoped wouldn’t have taken longer than half an hour at most) ended up with you staying until Fred and Roger closed the shop

Freddie thought you had the most beautifully expressive eyes, and he did everything he could to get you to stay for as long as humanly possible

this included handing you pair after pair of dress pants, and even putting together outfits for you to try on

“You never know when you might need this button up, darling. Just give it a try! For me. Please?” 

you and Fred became wonderful friends from that moment on, to the point where the band would jokingly call the two of you ‘twin brothers’

like you’d sometimes even finish his sentences

and he seemed to always know what was on your mind just by looking at you

but even though the two of you had feelings for each other, no one wanted to actually tell the other

Freddie finally threw caution to the wind when he invited you to one of Queen’s afterparties following their concert

he saw you standing near the back, dressed in a simple white t shirt and dark pants, and his heart just went 💗✨❤️💜💕💞💖💝

“You look… wonderful tonight, Y/N.”

wonderful???

wo n d erfuL???

out of all the words Freddie could’ve used, WONDERFUL was the one he went with??????

god you owned his heart, that’s for sure

the music was so loud you could barely hear what he was saying, but you did catch a few words

“I… would you like …. go on… date… maybe tomorrow?”

you almost dropped your drink on the ground right there as you agreed with a nod

which left you here, waiting on a bench at the park for Freddie.

you checked the time again, and a part of you wondered if maybe he forgot, or worse, decided to blow it off altogether

but you’d known Freddie for four years now, he’d never do anything like that

…right?

the sound of someone clearing their throat from behind you startled you right out of your thoughts

“There you are, I thought we were meeting at the bench over on the other side of the park!”

Freddie got a smirk, but he looks just about as petrified and nervous as you feel

you could’ve sworn you saw his hands trembling

“y-you told me the bench by the pond!” is all you manage to stammer out

the stunned look on Freddie’s face has you unable to hold in a laugh, and to your joy and surprise, Freddie joins in on your giggles

to your relief, your laughter actually fizzles away all your nerves

he slips his hand in yours as you walk together and it feels like you’re breathing fresh air for the first time

everything felt… right. natural, even.

why hadn’t you done this before???

Freddie plucks the smallest of flowers from the grass and tucks it behind your ear with a soft smile

“It matches your eyes.” he tells you gently, nudging your shoulder with his “It’s like you’ve got little stars in them, darling.”

he’s called you darling before, but there’s something different about this time

he really means it.

like you’re his entire world and more.

and before you can think twice about what you’re doing, you step forward and kiss him ever so gently and oh god

your hands are shaky as hell and you’ve never kissed another man before and you’re certain you’d rate that kiss about a 2/10 but Freddie’s eyes say otherwise

they’re practically dancing they’re shining so brightly

and before you can apologize, Freddie grabs you by the shirt collar and pulls you in for another, more passionate, kiss

“Good god,” he mumbles, unable to keep the smile off his face. “it only took us four years.”

[elle-boll]

Work my Magic (Roger Taylor) (Pt. 1)

I’ve been gone for aeons, that’s what exams and school does I suppose loll. Well, I know I haven’t posted recently and this is a little half-assed but I’ve had this idea for ages, so just take as it is please n thank u !! There’s also a change in perspectives :)

Summary - Life as a dancer should be simpler. A depressive episode has forced your friend into taking action, the problem is, it’s not easy to be gay, even worse when it’s towards an upcoming rockstar

Warnings - In later updates, there will be homophobic language and internalised homophobia, so if you are sensitive to that, I wouldn’t recommend getting invested. Depressive tendencies. 

Word Count - 1.8K

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The morning had fog. Misty, dewy drops moistened strands of my hair. I could barely see past a single lamp post. Traffic lights were merely a painted blur. I should wear my glasses more often. I walked with nothing but a lazy stare on my face, God I’ve always been so tired on Wednesday mornings. I could barely feel any breeze on my face, a large coat covered my figure, probably numbing me with its warmth.

The train station was probably close. All I could think about was my lost love. I couldn’t count how many months he’d been gone. Since I’d let him go. I didn’t regret it, I just had the weight of guilt upon my shoulders. Everything was so private and I still let him go, there was no hope I’d find myself another lover like him. One that would love me back.

Next thing I knew, I was standing on the platform with a ticket in my hand. I forgot I was on my way to work. I shook my head, trying to bring myself back to the present. All I could hear was the chatter of a few men. It was still early, still dark, but that didn’t mean the train stations would be empty. I looked down at the yellow lines, the chattering seemed to die down as footsteps wandered about.

“That has…it’s....come on...it has to…” I barely caught most of the conversation. My mind was so focused on those yellow lines. I stood still till I took a breath, going to make my way to a nearby bench before I heard those footsteps come closer.

I felt my scalp sting as my hair was yanked on. Little hairs ripped from their follicles. Despite it being in a ponytail, it still hurt. I yelped as I went to grab the back of my head. I spun around and came face to face with a blonde-haired man. His face fell from amusement to utter terror and embarrassment.

“Oh..Oh God, I’m so sor- Jesus fuck uhh, I’m sorry, fuck...uh shit” His words came out in jumbled messes. All I did was stare in disbelief. “Fucking ‘ell, man, I’m so sorry, I-I thought you was a mate of mine, I’m sorry, fuck uhh, I’m just...I’m gonna book it...again, sorry!” He stepped back with his face red and practically flaming. His voice was raspy, it stank of cigarettes. His eyes were wide and striking blue. I looked over his shoulder as he did exactly what he said he would, book it. Two men were standing and obviously trying their best not to burst into tears with laughter. I took my hair from the ponytail, rubbing the back of my scalp as the train slowly rolled into the station.

They didn’t sit in the same carriage as me, despite the vast amount of empty seats. They did walk in, the blonde saw me sitting there, and immediately he turned around. The laughing faded out as they entered the other carriage. The morning sun slowly rose over the mountains of the British scenery. The train quickly passed by every scene that I could try to immerse myself in. I was so caught up in staring out the window, I almost missed my stop.

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I sat in the changing room, staring at the wall in silence. I could hear the pipes rumbling as I leaned against a row of lockers. My coat barely hung on my shoulders. The door was knocked on. My dance partner, Cheryl...or Cherry as she made us call her, stepped in. Her fringe was clipped back with an abundance of bobby pins and her short hair made it into the most pathetic and smallest bun on the bottom of her head. 

“You know girls can’t be here,” I said, my voice was even empty to myself. She shrugged and stepped over the bags to sit next to me.

“Nervous for tonight?” She asked, one leg being placed over the other. I chuckled, “Absolutely wrecked”. She placed a hand on my shoulder, rubbing it gently. “He won’t be here tonight…” She whispered. I didn’t have anything to say back.

I simply shrugged her hand off and went to take off my shoes. Her dress hung off the bench. A simple blue, handkerchief dress, one she’d worn a multitude of times for practice. I had a tight fitted top and bottom on me, one that, while I was so uncomfortable, felt like another layer of skin. She stood up and took my hand, placing a small kiss on it, offering a smile before she stepped out of the room.

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I felt the makeup team apply a variety of liquids and powders to my face, I tried not to cough when a large puff hit me directly on the forehead and cheeks, white powder dusting the entirety of the area. I stared at myself in the mirror, stage makeup painted across my face, my face chiselled and trying to be sculpted. I felt like an art project. I was going to be displayed like an art project. 

I turned slightly to see Cherry. She always looked so beautiful before a show. The towel that was wrapped around my shoulders was stripped away as they added a few final details.

The bright lights were blinding, even behind the curtain, peeking past, revealing the specks of dust floating around. I always had butterflies. What man wouldn’t? I could hear the chatter, but I couldn’t see anyone, couldn’t see if he was there. I was so lost in my mind, that the music had started, I panicked as I almost missed my cue, but managed to make it in time.

Cherry’s face barely touched the ground, gliding across the stage with bare feet, her eyes never squinted against the harsh light as she stared directly out to the crowd. My feet guided me towards her, my arm stretching out slowly to barely touch fingertips with her, but just about catching her fingers. I walked her around me. She stared me in the eye and I felt the familiarity of the routine, that I couldn’t mess this up. 

I had her raised in the air before my hand rested on her lower back, turning behind her to run my hands up her body before I had to drift myself away, letting her finish the routine as planned.

I stepped past the curtain and tried to see her. She was like an angel.

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I’d retreated back to the locker room after the entire show had been completed. I changed into the clothes I arrived in before Cherry burst in.

“We’re goin’ out and we’re getting smashed, okay!?” She was out of breath. “I’m sick of seeing you mop around, there’s a band on down the road, drinks on me” She grinned, I stared at her before looking down.

“Cherry, I-”

“Please, Y/N?” Her voice went quiet, eyebrows furrowing together as she gave me a sad smile. I sighed, before nodding. She had a key to the studio, no need to carry all my stuff with me. Her hand grabbed mine as she led me out, I watched the cleaners sweep the floors as she dragged me out. She was still in her stage makeup and dress, she was always so careless. 

She was right when she said it was only down the road. She dragged me, quickly being ID’d. I sat at a table by the wall, which was adorned by paintings and photos, my attention was grabbed as the band started a new song. My head turned and I paused.

I watched as the man who yanked my hair was viciously smacking a variety of drums and cymbals. His face was sweaty and his tongue was caught between his teeth as his lips remained parted. His hair was in sweaty, greasy locks as he had his shirt unbuttoned. 

I swallowed the ball in my throat, but I didn’t pry my eyes away. I don’t know if he noticed me, I did notice when he turned his head slightly in my direction he lost his rhythm though. I couldn’t make out the name of the band of the front drum head, I should wear my glasses more often. I kept an eye on him as Cherry made her way back with two drinks in her either hand. My knees were still weak from prancing around a stage but I felt more built-up watching him play. 

I never noticed how Cherry was trying to see and line up what I was staring at, but I looked at her and saw the glimmer in her eye flicker manically when the two dots connected in her mind. “You and that drummer are hooking up” She smirked.

“Cher, I’m a man...he’s not gonna take that, not in a million years” I scoffed, words coming out through gritted teeth in a spiteful tone.  

“I can work my magic” She smiled, before sipping her drink, her hair now down, fringe a fluffy mess.

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It was late, but the pub was still booming with people. The band had recently gotten off stage to make room for another group. Cherry had stood from her seat, smiling at me and I felt my stomach drop as she walked off.

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I watched Y/N’s face fall as I strolled off. He had always been a melancholy individual but God was he depressed. 

I squeezed past hoards of people and in between tables and chairs. I reached a door, letting myself in and as I passed a door with a blurry window, I tried looking in. I could make out three figures before I heard a voice by my ear.

“Pardon me, are you lost or?” A man asked, his voice was slightly raspy but still quite cheery. I turned to look at him. A tan complexion and long, dark hair. His teeth protruded past his lip and shining brown eyes. 

“You played tonight, didn’t you?” I raised a brow, leaning against the door and seeing his physique relax as he offered a humble chuckle. “Well, I am only the singer, my friends did most of the playing” A laugh slipped past his lips and I chuckled with him.

I chatted with him for a bit, his name was Freddie, he was very kind and very open to just talk.

“So, I have a friend, he’s outside there, and he had his eye on your drummer...weird question, the blondie wouldn’t happen to be uh…” I started to realise the environment we were in. I looked at Freddie, waiting to see if his face would fall into displeasure or into an annoyed expression, instead, his smile widened a bit, I continued. 

“To be into men?” I finished, I watched as Freddie contemplated, his tongue slowly passed in between his lips as his brows furrowed in contemplation.

“Let me work my magic…”

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