#i LOVE writing drunk/high fics the crack is always off the charts

[shhhhyoursister]

nog! can you write some dumbass davenzi with a side of brain cell squad for a homie. it’s missing druck hours

yeah of course i can????? heres some drunk clingy matteo and sober clingy david!!! ive written so much drunk david that i know i gotta write some drunk matteo and this is the perfect prompt for it!!!!

It may have been cheesy, but David really did miss Matteo any time they weren’t together. They were usually wrapped so tightly around each other that any second they weren’t touching, David was wishing they were. It was rare that they didn’t spend the night with each other, so when David found himself alone in his cold room, in his cold bed, he might’ve been a little upset. He might’ve even pulled up the playlist he made specifically for when he was missing Matteo, and may have been blasting it loudly in his ears as he lay in his bed, alone. Was it mentioned that he was alone?

He was about to turn the music off and go to bed, alone, when his phone started buzzing. It was way too late for it to be anyone other than Matteo or some kind of spam call, and he smiled when he saw his boyfriend’s face on the screen. His smile grew when he saw that it was a video call, and he quickly accepted the call.

“Hey, ba--”

“DAVID!”

David winced at the volume as the video actually loaded, and he saw what looked to be the inside of Matteo’s room, but no person in the frame. He could hear what sounded like 15 people talking at once, and he flinched a little and lowered the volume until his ears didn’t hurt. 

“Matteo? What the fuck is happening?”

“One sec, I’m- guys, shut the fuck up- David! Look how much we drank!”

The phone finally focused on the table in Matteo’s room that was completely covered in empty beer bottles. He saw Carlos, Abdi, and Jonas sitting around the table. It seemed like Matteo had the camera on selfie mode so the boys could see him, and he heard them all yell when they realized it was David on the phone. 

“David, bro, get the fuck over here! It’s not that late!”

“Idiot, it’s fucking, like, oh fuck. Where’s my phone?” David watched as Carlos patted his pockets in a panic, before Jonas kicked him with his foot and then pointed to a phone resting on the table. As Carlos leaned in to grab it, he knocked over one of beers, and Abdi yelled as it spilled on his leg.

David heard Matteo laugh at the fiasco, and he wanted to ask him to flip the camera so he could see him. He may have been at Matteo’s flat that morning, and he may have been exhausted, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to look at his boyfriend’s face. He wanted to do that all the time. 

“It’s 2:30.” He piped up, hoping that Matteo would remember that he was the one on the phone and acknowledge him. David didn’t like being ignored, and being ignored by his boyfriend was especially unpleasant.

“David said it’s 2:30, Carlos!”

“Not too late for him to come over.” David saw Jonas shrug, and he heard Carlos scoff.

“It’s cold out dude! David doesn’t need to be walking in that.”

“Are you saying you don’t want him here? That’s homophobic, Carlos.” David snorted, and he could imagine the exact look that had to be on Matteo’s face. Blue eyes bright, mouth stretched in the most annoying, shit-eating grin, cheeks a little flushed from the alcohol. He just wished he could see it.

“Luigi, how is that homophobic?”

“‘Cause I’m gay, and I want my boyfriend here!”

“Why don’t you invite him then, idiot?”

“Okay, I will,” the camera jerked around Matteo’s room, until David was finally looking at Matteo’s face, and he was right; Matteo was smirking into the camera, his eyes sparkling, and his cheeks pink. When he saw David his smirk got a little softer, though, and he opened his mouth to speak, but instead just licked his lips and then pressed them together in a small smile.

“Hi.” Matteo said quietly, and he could hear Jonas groan in the background.

“Hi,” David smiled, and chuckled when he heard a distinct booing from the other boys in the room, but he continued anyway with, “I miss you.”

He watched the pink on Matteo’s cheeks get darker as he responded, “I miss you too. I drank, like… a lot of beers. But I beat Jonas at Mario Kart earlier!”

“I’m proud of you, babe,” he watched Matteo preen under the praise, and David smiled wider before saying, “are you having a good night?”

“It could be better. You should co--”

“Bro, fucking ask him to come over! You’ve been talking for so long!” David could hear Abdi yell from somewhere behind the phone, and he chuckled when Matteo looked in his direction with a glare.

“I was just doing that, shut the fuck up!” He looked back at David and his face softened again as he said, “You should come over. Because I miss you and--”

“We miss you too David!”

“Abdi, stop! He’s mine, only I get to say that!” Matteo whined, and David was so pleased by the statement that he giggled, and Matteo looked down at him and grinned.

“It’s true! You’re mine. Only I get to miss you.”

“Is that how it works? Well, you’re mine, so I’m allowed to say that I miss you too.”

Matteo obviously only focused on one part of his statement because he tried to wink, and loudly said, “Fuck yeah I am!”

“Hey Matteo, stop being cute with your boyfriend and tell him to get his ass here!”

“Don’t talk about his ass! That’s--”

“Oh my god we get it, just fucking invite him over!”

“Okay, fuck,” Matteo came back into focus on the screen, just as he asked, “David, do you want to come over?”

“I do, very much,” he started, and felt awful when Matteo grinned, as he continued with, “but I have to do stuff for my film in the morning, remember? That’s why I’m sleeping here tonight.”

Matteo’s face fell and he lifted it to call out, “He can’t come, guys.” to the boys before there was a lot of shuffling and static and David couldn’t see anything on the screen. He could hear muffled yelling, and when it finally quieted down and Matteo appeared on the screen, he was in the kitchen.

“I want you to come over.” Matteo was pouting, and David felt his heart break a little at the sight.

“Oh, Matteo,” he said, sitting up a little more, “I would if I could, but I shouldn’t even be awake right now. I’m waking up in like, four hours. I’m staying over tomorrow night, remember?”

“Baby,” Matteo drew it out in that obnoxious way he did when he was trying to get his way, “tomorrow night is so far from now. And I won’t be drunk.”

“You won’t be drunk, but we can cook and watch a movie? I’ll even let you pick this time.”

“You’ve said that the last three times.” Matteo was whining, but David could see the pout soften until he was just frowning, and he knew he could win him over.

“I promise, okay? I won’t even ask, you can just set it up and I won’t complain. We can eat, cuddle on the couch, sneak away when Hans isn’t paying attention....” He trailed off when Matteo started smiling again, and he smiled back softly.

“I don’t think Hans is even gonna be here tomorrow night,” Matteo said, “and what if I pick something awful? Like, Shrek, or something?”

“Like I said, I won’t complain. I’d watch a thousand shitty movies for you.”

Matteo grinned at him, and David wished he was there so he could kiss him right where his cheek was a little pink, and David opened his mouth to say something sappy but his phone buzzed with a text before he could.

“Why is Laura texting me? She should be asleep…” he thought out loud, and checked the message as Matteo started humming a song under his breath. David smiled when he heard it, but frowned when he saw the text.

Laura: David, stop talking to your boyfriend like you’re in a fucking 80s romcom and go to bed. I can’t sleep.

“Fuck,” he said, and responded with an apology before flipping back to the call, and saying in a sad voice, “I have to go, baby, I’m keeping Laura up.”

He watched as Matteo’s lips curled back into a pout, and he huffed and rolled his eyes fondly.

“Do you really have to?”

“I do, I’m sorry. But I’ll see you tomorrow, right? And then I won’t have to leave.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Matteo was still pouting, and David wanted nothing more than to wrap him in a big hug.

“Can you tell the boys I said bye?”

“Yeah, I guess.” He was definitely putting it on a little, David thought, as he watched Matteo’s eyes drop to the floor.

“You’re so needy when you’re drunk.”

“Well, you’re needy all the time.”

“So are you. I meant you’re especially needy when you’re drunk.”

“Okay, I'm a needy drunk and you’re a slutty drunk. We’re even.”

“Sounds good, babe.” David grinned cheekily at the phone and Matteo rolled his eyes, before frowning again.

“I love you. I know I’m being annoying but I really just love you a lot, and I miss you. But I’ll see you tomorrow so it’s okay. We should go so I can make the boys leave and then go to bed so I can see you sooner.”

David blushed and bit his lip before nodding, and saying, “I love you a lot too, babe. And I miss you, but I’m excited to see you tomorrow. Sleep well, okay?”

“Yeah, you too. Dream about me.” Matteo grinned way too close to the camera so all David could see was his top lip and some teeth, but he grinned back anyway.

“How could I not? I’m gonna hang up. Good night, Matteo.”

“Good night, David.”

He hung up and collapsed against his pillows, his phone resting on his chest as he smiled up at the ceiling.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Somebody to love; Brian May x reader

*Author’s note*

Now this isn’t really a part 2 to Soulmates through music fic but I couldn’t help myself and write a little fluffy piece for this oneshot. Now I’ve already written pt.3 and I just need to do pt.2 hopefully before my schedule gets too crazy with all the research papers I’m going to be doing till May. So again this is just a cute little side shot for pt.1 of a three part oneshot that I had in mind for our loveable astrophysicist because I will tell you guys right now, the next part will be pretty angsty so enjoy the fluff while you can.

Now I’ve changed up some stuff in regards to who wrote what, and since Somebody to Love has been my all time #1 fav. Queen song, I thought about reader-chan writing the song for the purpose of this fic so please NO HATE. Freddie will ALWAYS BE the genius for writing this song. Enjoy my darlings :) don’t forget to reblog and comment.

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@geek-and-proud

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*Nov. 11th, 1976*

I was just digging through some of my old boxes my mum had brought over to our place.  There were photos that either belonged up on the mantel or never deserved to see the light of day and I have no idea why my mother would think Brian should ever see these photos. Just because we’ve been married for 4 months now, doesn’t mean he has to see everything about me.

That’s when I came across a medium sized shoebox that was labeled.

SONG BOX

Oh my god, I had not seen this thing since I was a teenager.  I opened it up for shits and giggles and took out every piece of paper that was in that box. Soon the table was practically covered with old songs that I had written growing up.

I picked up one song that I had written at 15 that I for whatever reason I titled, “Swag King”.  I cringed as I set it aside and unfolded another one that was called, “”. How I ever got by these song titles I’ll never know.  I smiled widely and softly laughed remember how each song was made to about the time I could start song writing at like 13-14 years old.

“What’s got you so happy?” my smile got wider as I felt the familiar arms of my husband Brian wrap around my 6 month baby bump.

Oh did I forget to mention that part.  Well apparently Brian and I had gotten so drunk during the after party of the tour that we ended up having unprotected sex and the next thing I knew as I was trying to find me a wedding dress with Veronica, Mary and my mum, I raced to the bathroom and started puking my guts out. Shortly after going to the doctors, it turned out that I was about 8 weeks pregnant.

God I was soo terrified to tell Brian, I mean yeah we’d agreed to have a wedding right after the tour but we weren’t ready to raise a child just yet.  

Queen was bigger and more famous than we had ever been, gaining more fans worldwide, albums selling out as soon as they hit the market and songs going straight to #1 on the charts.  A child into the mix at this height of fame just wouldn’t be right for us, or our baby.

But bless him when he had found out, he held me that day as I wept hysterically and told me that he still wanted the baby and that no matter what we were gonna be fully supportive of our baby, and he was going to try and be the greatest dad he could be and he told me I’d be the greatest mum to our baby girl.  Of course that soon started a debate between us scientists until it finally turned into a bet on what the gender would be.

When it came time for the gender reveal that we wanted to know at the appointment, it turned out that Brian was right so once our baby girl is old enough for camp, we’ll be sending her off the space camp as per request of Dr. Brian May. While if we had had a boy, then we as a family once he was old enough would travel to Africa and go on one of those safaris that I’ve always wanted to go on.  

But whatever the gender and no matter the bet, I’m happy that we’re gonna have a baby girl.  I’ve always imagined Brian being this overprotective father to his little girls, embarrassing them to no end, but also being the shoulder to cry if they needed it.  I know he’s gonna be a great dad to our little princess when she comes out.

“Just looking through some stuff my mum brought over.”

“What kind of stuff?” he asked as he began to softly kiss up and down my neck.

“Just some old photos, home movies she’d thought we’d need to watch and….my box of old song lyrics.” He stopped kissing my neck and said.

“Really, may I have a look?”

“Absolutely not. Just because you are my husband doesn’t give you the right to snooping through my stuff that I’ve kept hidden during my teenage phase.”

“Ohh come now love, I’m sure they aren’t that bad.” He then reached out for the “Swag King” on and read it.  I bowed my head into my hands as he said, “I was wrong, this is terrible.”

“Brian!”

“I’m joking! It’s not that bad. I mean ‘Call him the Swag, because he don’t make me gag’. It’s good.”

“You don’t have to lie to me I know that song’s horrible.” I pouted as I sat down on the chair.

“No, no darling I think it’s cute. What’s this one here?” He then reached out for another piece of paper and unfolded it as he placed his head against mine kissing it.  “Lovin Elvis?”

“I was 13 when I wrote that give me a break. I was extremely hormonal and you know how much I loved the King. All my friends were crazy about him.”

“Maybe I can have the lads look over this one. Maybe even have it put on the “A day at the races” album.”

“You even take one of these papers and show it to them I swear to god Brian Harold May you will never know what happened to your red special.” That got him to shut up as he put the song away and sat down.

For the next several minutes we went through every song I ever wrote from the time I was a young teenage girl, to about the time Smile was beginning to form.

“Hey (y/n),”

“Hmm?”

“When did you write this one?” Brian said as he flipped the page over revealing the lyrics.

“Is there not a date at the top?”

“No I’m not seeing one.”

“Here hand it over.” He gave me the song and I looked at it to see it titled; “Somebody to love”.  I searched for the date and like Brian said I couldn’t find one until it hit me, “Oh wait now I know why. I never dated my songs until after they were complete. But I know this wasn’t written over 10 years ago, in fact I think I wrote this for Smile. Maybe even as Tim was forming Smile back when it was just the two of us.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, but when I ran it by him he told me the concept wasn’t ‘Rock and Roll’ enough. To gospel he said.” He looked over the paper once more and looked at me before taking my hand and suddenly leading me towards the piano we kept in our living room.  “Whoa, whoa Bri not so hard you do realize I’m six months pregnant with your child, anymore stress like that and I could burst and we’d have a child on our floor.”

“Sorry love, but I was wondering if you’d play the song for me?”

“Right now?”

“No in the next 10 years, of course now.”

“But Bri it’s not finished, I always hated singing incomplete songs, especially when left in the dust for so long.”

“Just please try, for me my love? For our baby girl? You know she loves it when her mummy sings to her.” He said as he lowered himself down to the ground and wrapped his arms around my bump and leaned his head against it, being sure to look up at me with those puppy blue eyes of his.

“Dick move using our daughter for your personal gain May.” I chuckled.

“But it works every time, don’t it?” I smiled and shook my head at him and agreed to it.  I opened the lid to the piano keys and had the sheet music in front of my on the stand and looked at it carefully.  I warmed up by playing a few chords and key changes before I dived right into the song.

By the time of the third word, my voice slightly cracked as I said.

“Oh Jesus I forgot how high I wanted that note to be.” And as I sung the last note as low as my voice could go, that’s when the piano playing began to pick up.  Like greeting a long lost friend, there was this connection and passion I had back when I had first written this song as my voice grew with a more passionate crescendo as I kept singing the song.

By the time I finished the chorus, I stopped playing and panted heavily.  I turned to Brian and he was just in awe at me.

“Well…..what did you think?”

“I think—we just found our literal Queen’s next big hit.” He leaned forward and captured my lips with his as we began to make out right there by the piano.

The next morning arriving at the studio, I had the song in my hand and I was nervously fiddling with it.

“I don’t know Brian what if the guys don’t like it?”

“Then they’d be bloody insane. I mean we were forced to put Roger’s car song on the last album and this song as at least three times as better than that song. They’ll love it darling, just like I did.” He said as he placed his hands on my arms rubbing them comfortingly. I sighed deeply and said.

“Okay I’m sorry. Guess pregnancy heightens my insecurities.”

“It’s going to all work out love, come on before Roger throws another coffee machine for us being late.” He wrapped an arm around me and we both entered the studio.

“About time you two showed up, thought you two would’ve been shagging or something.” Roger teased.

“I’m already pregnant with one child there Rog I don’t suddenly need another seed sprouting this late in the game.” I pointed at him.

“(Y/n) my darling, I swear you just keep getting more radiant with each passing day.” Freddie said as he came up and kissed both my cheeks.

“Oh stop it Fred, you jest.”

“I jest you not darling. The sun can’t compare to the shining light that stands before me.” He praised as he swung my hands back and forth.

“Lads, (y/n) actually has a future song ready for us.” Brian made the announcement.

“Really?” asked Deacy.

“Yeah I….well my mum brought in a bunch of old boxes from my family home and one of them happened to be my old song lyrics box. Filled with all the songs I’ve tried to write since I was 13 and Brian came across this song. It’s not finished and probably needs a lot of work but he says it’s Queen’s next hit. I don’t see it though.”

“Oh don’t be hard on yourself darling. Come now play it for us and show us what you’ve got and then we’ll see where to go from there.” Freddie said as he gestured me toward the piano.  He helped me sit down and I thanked him as I set the song on the piano stand and turned toward the boys who were all staring intently at me.

Brian nodded to me and gestured for me to breathe. I took a deep breath and proceeded to play the song for them, just as I had done for Brian last night.  Once I was done singing, Deacy, Roger and Freddie were all in deep thought and they all silently looked at each other.

“Well there’s something definitely wrong with your beginning statement before introducing us to this song. And that’s the fact that you don’t think this could be a Queen hit.” Roger stated.

“You’re serious.”

“As serious as he can get, yes it will need a bit of workshop but this song….I’m already hearing the bass for this song in my head right now.” Deacy said.

“Alright my dears, let’s get to work.” And it was then we immediately got to work on recording, ‘Somebody to love’.

“Okay so what I’ve got in mind is that this whole verse here is great, but it’s out of place. I think it should go somewhere after the bridge maybe even the third chorus.” Suggested Freddie.

“Okay I can see that, but then what would the second verse be?” I asked.

“How about this?” suggested Deacy as he held out a piece of paper.  I took the paper and saw.

“‘I work hard ((s)he work hard) every day of my life. I work till I ache my bones.’ Yeah I love it Deacy, but why did you put the he/she part in there?”

“Depends on whose singing this song of course.”

“Oh there’s no doubt, (y/n) will sing it. Won’t you darling?”

“Oh no, no, no, no Fred I—”

“Nonsense darling, this is something you clearly wanted to see come to life and I couldn’t sing it with as much passion as you give it. Well I could but I don’t want to.”

“Fred I don’t know, it’s rare when the fans allow a song to be sung by other than you. I mean you are the lead singer after all, they get all credits to singing.”

“Unlike most bands darling we share equal rights to songs. I didn’t reject Brian to taking the main leads to ‘39, hell I suggested you two take lead vocals for the chorus of that song. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to touch Roger’s sexual car song.”

“It’s a metaphor Fred!!”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night dear.” He said as he turned to Roger before turning back to me and placing a hand on my shoulder, “The point is darling, take this as your time to shine as the actual queen of Queen. Do it for us, for my future goddaughter.”

“Did you teach him that?” I said as I turned to Brian who only shrugged but he had that guilty look on his face.  I sighed deeply and said.

“Okay, but you guys have to stop guilting me like that. I mean it, you all are just too cute for your own good when you guilt trip me by using my unborn child as an excuse.”  Freddie cheered and planted a kiss on my cheek and so it was official that I would be the lead singer for this song.

The song took a few days to record ever instrument and every playback so that our voices sounded like a choir of 100 singers. I had to practice which vocalization techniques I wanted on the repeated phrase of “fine me somebody to love”.  I ended up trying over 10 until I was finally proud with one of them.

*May 18th, 1977, Houston, Texas*

It was like any other concert, not quite as stressful as a tour where you’re managed like crazy in order to keep a schedule and then move onto the next city, here we were just performing for a couple of days.  I had just gotten done with maternity leave about a month ago after giving birth to my daughter, Chloe Franklin May.

And Brian was over the moon the second he got to hold his daughter in his arms.  The boys were so happy for us and they fawned over their niece and spoiled her rotten, mostly Freddie of course.  I had Chloe back home with my mum while I had to get back to the boys but I knew this concert was going to be broadcasted so I hope they were watching the telly back home.

We had just gotten done with playing Bohemian Rhapsody when Freddie spoke into the microphone.

“Thank you. Featuring (Y/n) May at the piano.” The spotlight shined on me and I waved to the audience who cheered, “We’ve missed her dearly since her maternity leave, but we’re glad to have her back. Right now we’d like to play a song written by (Y/n) when she was still a single gal, probably dedicated it to a certain man who’d soon become her husband.” I flipped Fred off and he chuckled at me, “It’s currently rising at the tops of the singles charts thanks to you. And featuring on lead vocals herself the true queen of Queen. Here’s (Y/n) May with her song ‘Somebody to love’.”

I played a chord of the piano and I began to sing the song.  I first started off softly much like the record and then the boys backed me up on the low note for the word ‘love’.  I picked up on the piano as Fred came and sat down beside me joining me until it became a brief double piano duet.

But then Freddie allowed me to take his mic stand as I now stood up and sung the first verse as I walked to center stage. The spotlight shining on me as I finally reached center stage, just a few feet away from Brian as the boys joined in behind me.  By the time the second verse kicked in, my voice grew with passion as I allowed my throat to give some of the notes that sudden growl that I did on the record that no one not even the boys saw coming when we recorded it.

By the end of the 2nd chorus, I was so into the song, that my body suddenly lost control as I was lost in the rhythm of the song.  I even undid my bun and allowed my long hair to fly outwards which got some cheers from the crowd and I threw my scrunchy toward the audience as I sung with more passion.

Finally Brian’s guitar solo came up.  He came right up to me, serenading me with his guitar which never failed to send shivers up my spine.  Much like how a male emperor penguin who serenades his future mate with his love song.

I smiled at Brian and the two of us touched our foreheads together as he kept playing his solo and I vocalized into the microphone before resuming the next chorus before the bridge that originally was the second verse that I had written.

The boys and I put all of our passion and heart into playing and singing the song and then once the repetition part of ‘find me somebody to love’ came on, I led the audience into clapping to the rhythm of Roger’s drumming and said.

“I want to see every single person in this room, see every single pair of hands. Three! Four!” We then began singing the mantra and I could hear the audience singing along as I began my vocalization while the boys sang the mantra.  Letting my voice both slide or slowly crescendo then decrescendo as I adlibbed some speaking lines and then once the last part of the mantra began I was already belting out an “ahh” vocalization.

Suddenly I felt Brian’s arms around me and as I turned his face was right up close to mine.  As I softly crescendo my last solo I wrapped my arm around Brian’s neck and as I sang the decrescendo vocalization of the word “love”, Brian slowly dipped me and I leaned my head backwards, feeling his nose softly graze my neck.

When he pulled me back up, our lips met and Roger and Fred took over the last few lines as Brian and I swayed softly in each other’s arms.  Our foreheads leaning against each other’s and once the song had ended, the entire stadium roared with applause.  Suddenly I was snapped out of my trance realizing that we were performing a concert.

I hid my face into Brian’s shoulder but he took me out of his embrace and held my hand upward and gestured to me and the audience seemed to cheer louder, chanting my name.

I couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across my face as I took in the fact that a song that was once criticized by my brother as too gospel, was now Queen’s next big hit among its fans.

After our performances in Houston we were now back home in London.  Brian and I cuddled up in bed just shortly after putting Chloe in her crib by singing her to sleep since she enjoyed both her parent’s singing to her.  My head resting on Brian’s bare chest as his hand stroked through my hair.

“You know what I had realized, about when I wrote Somebody to love? Well it was more like after I stopped writing it.”

“What?”

“The next day, that’s when Tim had introduced you as Smile’s new guitar player.”

“The day we first met.” He muttered.  I nodded and raised my head up and placed it against my palm as I stared up at Brian.

“Guess that song was magical even with its incompleteness.” Brian smiled and stroked my cheek as he said.

“Glad I found it among those other songs. I love you (Y/n) May, you are my somebody to love.”

“And you are mine, Brian May.” I leaned down and captured his lips with mine and we both kissed each other softly but with so much love until finally we cuddled close to each other and went to sleep.