#freddie mercury x male reader

[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.

#stranger things s3 #billy hargrove #billy stranger things #stranger things billy #billy x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #billy harringrove #billy hargove #billy hargove x fem!reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x female reader

[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!)

#fanfic #elvis the pelvis #elvis x reader #baz luhrmann elvis #elvis presley #austin butler #austin's elvis #memphis #fanfic request #open #reqs opens #elvis #lgbt #1950s #60s #70s #gayforelvis posts

[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."

#you'll float queue #stranger things #cosmic #reader insert #will byers #stranger things x reader #stranger things 2 #cosmic 2 #m!cosmic #will byers x reader #will byers x male!reader #steve harrington #dustin henderson #joyce byers #jim hopper #mike wheeler #erica sinclair #lucas sinclair #dr. sam owens #bob newby

[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.

#text post #LeeH writes #queen band fic #freddie mercury x reader #freddie mercury x male reader #freddie mercury x trans reader

[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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[bowieandqueen11]

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.

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[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.”

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[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.

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Valentine’s Day with Freddie

A/N: Hey guys!!! Happy Valentine’s day to all of you!!! I hope you are all having a nice day! I know I haven’t written for a while - sorry! I’ve been kinda busy.  I wrote this from a perspective where the reader goes to school and Freddie doesn’t (or at least not to the same school). I was kinda picturing it as young Freddie, still in uni and reader in one of their last school years or something like that, cause I felt like it... Idk what time is this meant to be taking place in, because there’s modern day technology - maybe it’s modern au?Idk. Very cute and fluffy. Also - it’s gender neutral!!

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You woke up by your alarm going off at the early hours of morning on Valentine’s day, when it was still dark. You got out of bed, went through your morning routine,got dressed had a quick cup of coffee, grabbed the huge package and your bag and went out of your house.

You stopped by your local florist, which opened very early in the morning and bought a pot with orchids planted in it. You then took the underground to Freddie’s house, which was thankfully not too busy, as you were already struggling to balance the flowers and the box. You still got some people curiously looking at you though.

You managed to reach Freddie’s house and you put everything down, getting your keys out. Once in the house you went all the way up to his flat you quietly put all the packets on the floor and put your ear against the door. You didn’t hear anything so you assumed that Freddie was still asleep. You suspected that he was doing something outrageous for you as well, but hoped that you had managed to wake up earlier than him and surprised him first. You quietly unlocked the door and snuck inside. 

Freddie’s cats gathered around you as soon as you entered and started meowing. 

“Shhhhhh!! Jerry, Tom stop it!” you whispered.

You made your way to the living room and left the flowers on the table. You opened the box you were carrying and pulled out Freddie’s presents - a basket full of all kind of his favourite snacks and sweets (some of which proved hard to find) and a deluxe edition of Jimi Hendrix’ Electric Ladyland album. You also had wrapped a beautiful painting that you had found at a flea market and you practically got for free. You left everything on the table, left the card on top and left, taking the empty box with you and feeling proud of how you had managed to surprise Freddie first.

You got to your school quite early and as you headed to your locker you saw several people standing there, surrounding it. You pushed through and saw the huge teddy bear (and by huge I mean taller than you!) and the box of chocolates and the roses at its feet, as well as a Beatles Greatest Hits Vinyl next to it.

“It’s for you Y/N!!” your friends said.

“How even...?” you were kind of shocked, but also smiling as a warm feeling filled you up. You were always astonished by how much Freddie cared, and the lengths he went to to show you this. You pushed through the crowd of people and put most of the stuff in your locker (while eating a few chocolates). You left the bear in the school hall, hoping it would be fine. 

You then called Freddie.

“Happy Valentine’s Freddie!!”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N!” Freddie replied. 

“Thank you so much!!! I can’t believe you went all the way to my school to give me this stuff!”

“Well, anything for you, darling!” Freddie laughed.”Actually, I had to get up quite...” He trailed off for a while. “OH MY GOD Y/N!! WHEN DID YOU MANAGE TO DO THIS?!!!” He practically screamed in your ear, while you started laughing. “Oh my, oh my Jimi Hendrix, orchids, sweets and...wow this is beautiful!” He said as you hear him unwrap the painting.”You know me so well! I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Freddie.”

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After you finished school, Freddie came to pick you up. You literally ran up to him, dropping the bear, and hugged him, lifting him slightly off the ground. He laughed and then leaned down and kissed you softly.

You then went back to his flat. You had to carry the teddy bear all the way through Central London in rush hour, which certainly got you quite a few funny looks, especially since you and Freddie were in a particularly good mood, which meant you laughed a lot pretty loudly, as you talked about your day so far.

You left all your stuff at Freddie’s and then went out for a walk in the cold, but sunny London. You then went to yours and Freddie’s favourite restaurant, where you had booked a table, next to the window. In fact this was the exact table where you sat on your first proper date. Freddie was in awe in how much effort you put into this for him, and for most of the evening he held your hand across the table, while looking lovingly in your eyes.

When you finished eating the time came for Freddie’s surprise, which he had refused to reveal even to Roger when you tried to get him to find out.

He led you across the London streets and into a small cinema. He made you close your eyes, covering them with his scarf, as he led you inside.

“Okay you can open them now.” 

You opened your eyes and saw that you were here:

“Oh my God...Freddie you didn’t have to-”

“Of course I did!” He stretched out on one of the beds, and looked up to you smiling. You cuddled next to him. “I actually have one more thing for you.” 

He pulled out a small plush puppy out of the pocket of his coat and gave it to you.

“This is adorable! Thank you so much!!” You held the toy in your hands and look up at Freddie. “Thank you for everything today.”

“No, thank you.” he held your hand and you leaned forward and kissed him. 

The lights in the theatre dimmed and Freddie cuddled up to you. You threw a blanket over the two of you and put your hand around Freddie. As the opening titles of your favourite movie started Freddie looked up to you as a huge smile appeared on your face.

“I love you Freddie.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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[valentinowrites]

Last Words (Freddie Mercury x Male Reader)

Word count: 175, very short I know

Warnings: mentions of Freddie’s death, sadness and angst, bad writing

A/N this want very proofread, sadly, but I do appreciate feedback!

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"He asked me to sing to him." He said through shaky breaths, trying to hold himself together. "I asked him-I asked him 'what do you want me to sing, Fred?' And he told me..'sing whatever you're feeling, darling.'" He felt tears burning in his eyes, his hands moving up quickly to wipe them before they could fall. "I started singing 'Nevermore'-It seemed appropriate. He was holding my hand, He held it against his chest and..I think that's-That's when go he knew." He paused, letting a tear or two fall before he wiped his face again. "He told me he loved me..then it all stopped. I felt his hands fall when it happened. I felt his breathing and heartbeat stop. It-It almost felt like mine did too." His voice cracked at the end as he broke down, letting the tears flow freely as his sobs racked his body. He felt Brian and Rogers hands on his back, but they didn't help.

It hurt to remember his husbands last words.

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[hoetrocity]

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STARTED: 16/05/2020

LAST UPDATED: 23/10/20

TOTAL WORKS: 1

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[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.” 

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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. 

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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. 

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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!

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[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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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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Drunk natures || Roger Taylor x male!reader || soulmate au

Soulmate au: you are born with the words your soulmate will first say to you, HOWEVER, if they die the words on your wrist will swirl like water until a new person and sentence comes along, you get some sort of vision of how your soulmate died but not perfectly.

Warnings: alcohol, cigarettes, really bad writing

A/N: THIS IS MALE READER, he/him is used for the reader

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“God damn” (Y/n) sighed as he placed the heels of his palms on the kitchen sink and put the rest of his body out behind himself, “been slaving here all day and I get nothing from it”

“You get the satisfaction of your house being clean” (B/f/n) said coming around the corner with a rag in her hands.

“Oh yeah, because that’ll last me what? A day? With you around? Maybe twelve hours?” (Y/n) said with a grin as he turned around to look at (B/f/n) and put his lower back to the sink and flicked the wet tea towel at the girl in front of him, small droplets of water hit (B/f/n)’s skin but she didn’t seem bothered besides the small chuckle.

“Shut up okay, I can’t help that I’m a naturally unorganised person, it’s just a part of me, and you have to deal with it” (B/f/n) said as she came closer to (Y/n) with a smirk.

“I’ve dealt with it since I was four, darling, I’m sure I’m used to it by now” (Y/n) said before turning back around and continuing to dry the dishes making (B/f/n) chuckle.

“Yeah well, it’s no better then you when we were in uni to-“ (B/f/n) started before being cut off by (Y/n).

“GODDAMN IT” the boy yelled as he looked down at his wrist, “THAT’S THE THIRTY SEVENTH TIME” he yelled in expiration, (B/f/n) sighed softly before walking to the other side of the room and grabbing a whiteboard marker and marking dash on the whiteboard labelled ‘how many times (Y/n)’s soulmate is unlucky’.

“What do you think it was this time?” (B/f/n) asked as she walked back into the room and stood next to (Y/n) with her arms crossed, (Y/n) held his wrist tenderly with the other hand while looking at the swirling black ink on his wrist.

“Dunno, I keep thinking car crash though, so” the boy said with a shrug before sighing, “it may take a while until I get a new sentence so I’ll just leave it” (Y/n) said sadly, the boy went back to drying the dishes, (B/f/n) came up and gave (Y/n) a side hug before crossing her arms and leaning against the sink.

“Ben and Jerrys?” (B/f/n) asked with a cocked eyebrow and small smirk.

“God yes please” (Y/n) sighed gratefully, “let me finish this and then we can sit on the couch” (Y/n) said, (B/f/n) nodded as she grabbed two tubs of the ice cream delight and two spoons before walking off to the lounge room, the sound of the TV turning on echoed through into the kitchen just as (Y/n) put the last plate away, the boy put the tea towel onto the kitchen counter and ran out of the kitchen. (Y/n) walked to (B/f/n), grabbed the outstretched tub of delight and ripped it open, making (B/f/n) chuckle as she turned through the TV’s channels.

---

“Okay, if a tooth has a cavity, what is it that you should do?” Brian asked, the guitarist sat in front of Roger at the small dining table.

“Fill it, but if it’s beyond repair I gotta pull it out” Roger answered.

“Correct! See, you’re gonna ace the test tomorrow” Brian said as he closed the dental book in front of him with a large grin making Roger shrug as the pair leant back in their chairs and cross their arms; at the same time. Brian chuckled softly at the motions while Roger shook his head with a smile.

“I swear, one day we’re gonna bump into each other in the kitchen and we’ll fuse together or something” Roger said, Brian shook his head as he picked up his drink and the book and walked to the kitchen before reappearing with only the book.

“I highly doubt that that would happen Rog” Brian grinned back as he leant against the dining table in front of Rog and crossed his arms again, crossing his legs over too.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking” Roger started as Brian directed his attention to the drummer.

“Don’t hurt yourself” Brian commented with a grin.

“Oh shove off poodle” Roger said with a smile, the blonde stood up from the chair and pushed Brian slightly as he walked into the kitchen, putting the rest of his now-cold coffee down the drain, “I’m gonna stop dentistry, and biology. Completely focus on music” Roger said, he put his lower back to the sink and crossed his arms as well as crossing his legs over one another and looking at Brian. The tall man simply shrugged.

“If that’s what you want Rog” Brian said with raised eyebrows.

“You’re not gonna give me some sort of motivational speech or something to stay in it?” Rog asked gingerly making Brian chuckle.

“Mate it’s your choice, astronomy isn’t anything like dentistry so” Brian said with wide arms and a cocky grin.

“Are you saying that dentistry is harder than space?” Roger questioned.

“Well, I’m just saying I’ve got it harder then you overall anyway so” Brian shrugged with his arms out and a smile, “just sayin’”

“Oh you cock” Roger said with a grin, he shoved Brian once again, unbalancing the tall man before his eyes connected with his wrist, “oh you have got to be kidding me” he mumbled. Brian got curious and grabbed Rogers wrist before sighing softly.

“I told you it wouldn’t last” Brian said as he let go of Rogers wrist, making the drummer sigh softly.

“I really though Jo would be it, she said it and everything!” Roger exclaimed as he threw his arms in the air.

“Maybe it just wasn’t right?” Brian more-so asked than said.

“I don’t know” Roger mumbled softly, he rubbed his face before running his hands through his hair, “I gotta find a way to tell Jo” the drummer said softly, Brian was about to say something when the landline started to ring.

“I have a funny feeling that’ll be for you” Brian said, Roger groaned slightly before walking to the phone and picking up the receiver.

“Rog?” a feminine voice asked.

“Yeah, it’s me love” Roger mumbled as he toyed with the phone cord.

“Your wrist changed too didn’t it?” Jo asked on the other end of the phone, he voice wavering slightly at the end of the sentence.

“Yeah, yeah it did love” Roger said softly.

“We can still keep in contact right? And stay friends?” Jo asked timidly.

“Of course doll” Roger said with a small smile, “thanks for understanding”

“No problem, I’ll uh, I’ll see you later tonight yeah?” Jo asked.

“Yeah, we’re playing at the same place, Freddie apparently has some new songs” Roger said with a small grin.

“Alright, sounds good, see ya” Jo mumbled.

“See you love” Roger replied before the line went dead, placing the receiver back in its place Roger let out a loud groan as he stood up, walked past a smirking Brian and hit his head repeatedly against a wall, “I want out, I want out, I want out” the drummer said continuously.

“Out of the house? Because the door is just there” Brian said with a grin as he pointed to the front door to their apartment.

“Let’s just get ready for tonight, I just wanna drown myself in the music right now” Roger said.

“Don’t you want to see your wrist? It looks pretty bold from here” Brian said quickly, in actual fact Brian was really curious to see what was on Rogers wrist, seeing as he had only heard of getting a new soulmate while still alive. Roger looked down to his wrist.

“’Unless you’re looking for cobwebs I suggest you stop trying to look up that girls skirt’” Roger cocked an eyebrow at the words he read, “I never would have thought I’d read a sentence like that out-loud” the drummer mumbled.

“Well at least you know you won’t get with whoever the other person is” Brian commented as he started rounding up his and Roger’s coats and shoes.

“But what if said person is good looking?” Roger whined softly as he grabbed the coat from Brian’s outstretched hand.

“Obviously not good looking enough for you to be with” Brian said with a cheeky grin making Roger chuckle.

“Let’s just see where the sentence takes us for now” Roger said as he started tying up his shoe laces as Brian waited near the front door.

“Hopefully not too far” Brian said with a grin as Roger walked out of the apartment and the pair started heading to their van.

---

“Who in the hell says ‘having you say that sentence out-loud was so much weirder then me’ for their first sentence!?” (Y/n) exclaimed as he slumped over the bar slightly and almost toppled his drink in the action.

“Well whatever you say to him must be a bad enough sentence for him to say it back like that” (B/f/n) said as she smirked over the rim of her glass of wine.

“Oh like you have shit to say, little miss ‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you!’” (Y/n) said overdramatically as he waved his arms in the air.

“Don’t worry, the poor thing must have ‘sloths do a little dance when they come down from their trees to poop’ or something like that” (B/f/n) said half-heartedly, the look (Y/n) gave the girl meant she had to explain, “with a simple sentence like that it could be anyone, first impressions and all” (B/f/n) said with a shrug making (Y/n) cackle with laughter, (B/f/n) cocked an eyebrow and started to drag (Y/n)’s drink away from his reach, “me thinks you’ve hit your limit tonight” the girl said with a pointed look.

“Oh shut up I’m allowed this for tonight, I’ve been a good boy” (Y/n) said with a slight grin as he took his drink back and started to slowly drink again, the lights dimmed behind him as a few people started walking on stage, (Y/n) was immediately excited, “FUCK YEAH, ENTERTAINMENT” the boy yelled making the whole band laugh as well as the crowd, “thank you thank you” (Y/n) said as he bowed with a grin. The drink he had went up high as the other hand went around his stomach when he bowed resulting in half of the boys drink being spilled on his back and the floor, “aye what the fuck?” (Y/n) mumbled as he looked at his now almost empty glass, “where’d it all go?” he mumbled staring at the cup quizzically.

“Yes, you have most defiantly reached your limit, alright, come here let’s just enjoy the music” (B/f/n) said, the girl took (Y/n)’s cup, placed it on the bar, thanked the bar tender and walked into the crowd with (Y/n)’s arm over her shoulder. (Y/n) didn’t hear the introductions or whatever the frontman said, but as soon as the music started he immediately sobered up, smiling and giggling as he danced around with (B/f/n) to the beat before one of the men started to talk again.

“Alright! This is a little bit of an old one for us, it’s called Doin’ Alright!” one of the men yelled, the crowd cheered before the music started and (Y/n) was immediately swaying with the gentle tones.

---

Time passed and the band had to pack up, the crowd had fanned out across the bar and the smoking units as some random music played from the record player, (Y/n) and (B/f/n) danced together in a small haze of giggles and small talk; which was before someone bumped into the girl.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you!” a voice said, (B/f/n) turned around and was met with a puff of curly hair, (Y/n) watched with a smirk as she immediately went into ‘animal facts mode’.

“Sloths do a little dance when they come down from their trees to poop” (B/f/n) said quickly with a cocked eyebrow as she waited for a response, (Y/n) waited with a pointed look, even in the music jammed club everything went silent.

“You have no idea how many people have questioned me about that bloody sentence” the man said, (B/f/n) gasped and put a hand to her mouth.

“GO GET EM TIGER” (Y/n) yelled before walking back to the bar, behind him he could hear the squeals, giggles and talking that (B/f/n) and the man were doing. Walking back to the bar (Y/n) saw a long haired man with a mirror trying to view a woman’s skirt, (Y/n) clapped his hands on the man’s shoulders and whispered into his ear, “unless you’re looking for cobwebs I suggest you stop trying to look up that girls skirt”, the man turned around almost like he had seen a ghost.

“Having you say that sentence out-loud was so much weirder then me” the man said making (Y/n) stop wide eyed.

“I’ve had that sentence on my wrist for the past like, five hours but since your pretty I’ll let you off” (Y/n) said cockily, the alcohol was starting to come back, the man cocked an eyebrow before looking to (B/f/n) and her man.

“I see my friend and yours found each other than” the man said with a smirk as he brought his beer bottle to his mouth, (Y/n) took a seat.

“I feel bad for the fucker, had to live with that sloth fact on his wrist his whole life” (Y/n) said with a grin, he took the bottle the blonde was hosting and took a swig, the man gave (Y/n) a questioning look before taking the bottle back.

“I saw you back when I was playing, you’ve defiantly hit your limit man” he said making (Y/n) groan.

“People have to stop SAYING that” (Y/n) said before he went pale, he held a hand to his stomach, “I don’t know you very well but I know you well enough to know you don’t want puke on your shoes” the boy said with wide eyes.

“OKAY, and that’s our limit for tonight. Come on, let’s get you outside” the man said, he put his beer down (thanking the bartender) and slung (Y/n)’s arm over his shoulders and shuffled through the crowd to the outside world. The cold ear nipped at (Y/n)’s flared body as the man took him outside and into the side ally for a little more privacy, the man dropped (Y/n) to the floor softly before sitting beside him and pulled out a packet of cigarettes.

“Sharing in caring?” (Y/n) asked, slurring slightly as he held his fingers out.

“What if I don’t care?” the man asked with a cocky smile.

“You must care a little if you brought me out here” (Y/n) answered with a grin, “that and the fact that we’re soulmates”

“I never thought myself as gay though” the man said as he handed (Y/n) a cigarette and lighter, the boy lit up.

“Gotta try everything once doll” (Y/n) said as he took a drag and let the smoke billow out from his lungs into the night sky, “plus it isn’t so awkward in the end anyway, your best friend, my best friend, you, me” (Y/n) making a contorted face, “okay maybe that is a little awkward” he mumbled as he blew out some more smoke making the man chuckle.

“No, I think we could make it work, it’s good, I…” he paused, (Y/n) looked over to the man with a cocked eyebrow, “I kind of like you already, I want to make it work” the man said softly, a small blush crawling over his neck and cheeks, painting him a rose gold colour. (Y/n) chuckled.

“Hey” he nudged the man, “first steps” (Y/n) held his hand out as the cigarette stuck between his lips, “(L/n), (Y/n)” he said, the man put his hand into (Y/n)’s.

“Taylor, Roger” Roger smiled and shook (Y/n)’s hand, (Y/n) was the first to take his hand away and took another drag of the cigarette.

“Well Mister Taylor” (Y/n) said, the boy took another puff of the cigarette and blew it in Rogers face jokingly, “where you in the band tonight or the crowd?” Roger chuckled as he took a drag of his own cigarette.

“I’m the drummer in a Rock and Roll band” Roger said with a grin as he blew the smoke out and at (Y/n)’s face, the boy chuckled softly at the gesture.

“You were good tonight” (Y/n) said, “either that or it was your singer covering you that was good” he said cockily.

“Why you little-“

“(Y/N)!” a voice yelled.

“ROGER!” another voice continued. Two people started walking down the alleyway towards Roger and (Y/n), (Y/n) stood up and smiled.

“We’re okay!” (Y/n) said as Roger stood up after him, “Roger took me out here cause I started feeling sick”

“Oh thank fuck” (B/f/n) said, the girl hugged (Y/n) as the man from the dance floor came up from behind her.

“Made a new friend Rog?” the man said.

“W-well” Roger stuttered, the blonde scratched the back of his neck as he played with the road with his foot.

“I found the owner to ‘having you say that sentence out-loud was so much weirder then me’” (Y/n) chuckled nervously.

“OH DARLING THAT’S BRILLIANT!” (B/f/n) exclaimed, she brought (Y/n) in for a tight hug (electing an ‘oof’ from the boy) before turning to Roger, “you hurt him and I kill you” she said defensively.

“I don’t plan on it” Roger said with a dry chuckle as he held his hands up defensively.

“How about you though!” (Y/n) cut in to (B/f/n), “you found your guy!” he said pointing to the man from the dance floor, he held his hand out.

“Brian May” the man said, (Y/n) took his hand softly and smiled.

“(Y/n) (L/n), you where the guitarist from tonight weren’t you?” the boy asked, Brian smiled sheepishly and nodded, “ah, well, your singer was covering and dancing around the bad so” (Y/n) said jutting his thumb out behind him to roger at ‘bad’ with a smile.

“Bad?” Brian asked, “Think we could improve our drummer?” he smiled.

“Don’t see why not” (Y/n) said with a shrug and a large grin.

“Oi, watch it you two” Roger said from behind (Y/n), giving the boy a little playful shove making them both laugh.

“Well, I don’t think you can improve but I do think you guys could do better than this dump” (Y/n) said, curling his finger around on ‘this dump’.

“What do you envision for them then hmm?” (B/f/n) asked, “(Y/n) has always had a good knack with the whole ‘vision’ seeing thing” the girl said with a grin.

“I see crowds, cheers” (Y/n) started to label off some things, “money, girls” he smiled, “I think you guys are good enough for Wembley” he said with a grin. Roger chocked a laugh and Brian grinned slightly.

“You really think we’ll get there?” Brian asked.

“Of course” (Y/n) said, he started walking out of the alleyway and turned around to look at the group trailing behind him, walking backwards he said “I believe you can do anything”

“You’re just sucking up to your boyfriend now that you have him aren’t you?” (B/f/n) said with a grin.

“That!” (Y/n) exclaimed, “is one point, the other point is that I am shitfaced drunk and wanna go home, eat pizza with you guys, watch crap telly and then go to sleep”

“And that!” Roger said jogging to catch up with (Y/n) and standing beside the boy, “is a perfect idea, double first date?” he asked to (B/f/n) and Brian.

“Wouldn’t miss it” (B/f/n) said, her hand slipped into Brians as she smiled up at the man, he smiled back.

“I would love to” Brian said, (Y/n) nodded and turned so he was facing the right way.

“Great, our apartment is only three streets away” (Y/n) said, “RACE YA” the boy exclaimed, he ran off, (B/f/n) grinned and started to run too before turning around and looking at the pair of boys behind her.

“COME ON, HE’S DRUNK AND WE WANT PIZZA” (B/f/n) yelled, Brian and Roger laughed slightly before quickly running and catching up with (B/f/n) who guided them to the house. (Y/n) was already at the house by the time they turned the corner to get there.

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Routine

I fully own this is incredibly self-indulgent. 

A bit of Freddie/Reader, with Freddie helping the Reader out with the changing of their testosterone patches (something I use myself, so this is my admission that this is completely echoing my own experience here with them.) 

Also some smut, because I've been in that sort of way lately when it comes to writing lol.

My thanks to Rushing and Finn on the DL Server for beta reading this and helping out with the editing process!

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

"I'll only be a few moments," you say, and slip into the bathroom of your and Freddie's hotel room. 

You've been with Freddie for awhile now, but even so, you've not yet had to change your testosterone patches in front of him. It isn't that you've hidden it or anything (and he knows well that you're trans and that you use the patches; he's seen them on your body after all.) It just simply hasn't happened where he was around to watch it happen.

Part of it is that they need changing in the evening, and usually you just dip away and do it quick and then come back to wherever you might be at the time: home on the couch with Freddie, on tour and in a hotel bar with the lads, etc. 

But now he opens the door as you're mid-patch removal on the first of the two you wear each day, and he winces as much as you do as the tough adhesive refuses to let go of your leg hair and skin. 

"This is why you said it's better to take them off in the shower or bath?" he asks, and sits on the edge of the tub. 

You nod, and keep gently tugging at the patch as the edges come slowly off. 

"Would warm water help?"

You nod again, but don't stop. If you stop, then you'll really feel the pain of pulling it off, and that's no good. 

He hisses in pain as the patch finally comes away. "You said something once about rinsing the spots after you take those off too, didn't you?"

"Yeah," you reply as you set the first spent patch on the counter and reach for the second one still on your thigh. 

He stands and gently grabs your wrist with one hand, the other snagging a clean washcloth off the counter. "Let me help."

You watch as he wets the washcloth under the sink with warm water, then kneels in front of you.

You'd taken off your trousers and pants for this; easier to be nude than to try and worry about getting water on your clothes while rinsing the spots down before putting on new patches. 

Which makes it incredibly intimate, to have Freddie kneeled there. It's not the first time he's been in that position, sucking at your small cock, fingers in your cunt. But this is different, and intimate in an entirely different and affectionate way. 

He rinses over the spot where the first patch was first, wincing at the raised skin as his fingers trail over it. "That's normal, right?"

"It is," you reply, and run your hands through his hair, unable to help yourself. "Between the adhesive, the aluminium in the patch, and the T gel, it can be a little harsh on the skin. Doesn't help that my skin is sensitive to start. But I'll take this over needles, for now at least." 

He nods, and leans in to kiss the spot, but you stop him with a touch to his cheek. 

"There's residue, might not taste the best."

He shrugs, and kisses just beside the spot instead. 

"If this hurts too much, let me know," he murmurs, and uses the washcloth to dab at the edges of the patch, only working to pull the tab of it up once it's sufficiently damp. 

It's better than pulling it off completely dry, and you can't help but moan a little at the relief. It's always nice, taking the used ones off at the end of the day, but having someone else do it for you? A wonderful dream you hadn't even realized you'd had. 

He kisses your hip, and giggles as he keeps working. You've never told him your method with a washcloth, but he's picked up on it regardless, alternating between dabbing at the patch and gently tugging it off your skin. 

Once it's off, he stands briefly to set it on the counter by the first, and rewets the washcloth. 

He returns to his knees and rinses off the second spot, but there's a glint in his eye this time. 

"If you'd rather not have me do this, just say and I'll stop," he says. "But forgive me the urge..."

Even as he moves the washcloth over the spot, he leans forward to kiss your hip, the top of your mons. His tongue flicks out to lick at your cock, then down to your folds. 

His free hand reaches to your ass, to hold you close to his mouth as he works to suck at your cock. His eyes are shut, long lashes gorgeous, but for a moment he blinks and those brown eyes meet yours, and you melt.

After another few moments, he abandons the second spot and tosses the washcloth to the counter.

You take the opportunity to move and lean your back against the counter, spreading your legs wider as he adjusts himself on the floor. 

"If your knees hurt, we can move to the bed," you suggest, but he shakes his head and reaches for the dirty towel you'd used during your shower earlier, tossed to the floor because frankly that's what you'd both been doing to ensure you didn't confuse clean towels for dirty or vice versa. He folds it quickly and moves enough to shove it under his knees. 

"You've got a solution for everything," you smile, again brushing your fingers through his thick hair as he kisses at your thighs. 

He shakes his head slightly and smirks before sucking again at your cock, moaning around it. He makes it no secret that he gets off on being able to get you off like this, and there's the added sweetness of what he did for you with the patches making it even better now. 

Because truly, it's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you. It's not just additional acceptance of that part of you, it's the concern and care and love that inspired him to follow you in to begin with. That he wanted to see this part of your life, this little day to day thing that's become as important as drinking water or brushing your teeth. 

His arms loop around your thighs, helping to hold you up as his tongue alternates between your cock and inside your folds, licking and sucking and leaving you weak in the knees. 

"Freddie," you try and forewarn him the closer you get to your orgasm, but he only sucks harder at your cock.

You nearly fold in on yourself as you come, thighs shaking as you try not to trap his face in between them. 

You end up pushed up on the counter some as he suddenly scoops you up and swings your legs over his shoulders, holding you in place with his arms while his mouth stays busy at your cunt. 

He only stops once you've come back down to yourself, and he sits back looking utterly pleased. 

"Did that help to ease the hurt of those some? That's what my idea was, after all."

You slip down to the floor and kiss him with a smile. "It did. Do you want to help me put the new ones on too?"

He nods, and stands with you, watching as you free the first one from its packaging. 

"Let me," he takes the patch from you, and waits for you to point to a spot on your other thigh. 

"Just make sure and press round the edges of it," you instruct as he places it, fingers gentle on your skin. "Give the adhesive time to take hold."

"It certainly fucking holds though," he remarks, but his fingers stipple over the edges of the patch until it seems firmly set. 

"It does, but not if you don't press it on well and make sure not to get it wet for three hours," you chuckle. 

"No shower together tonight then?"

"In three hours from now, sure," you reply. "But not before, or these could slip off me."

He nods, and takes the second patch from you once you have it ready. 

You point to another spot near the first new patch, and lean into his touch as he places the second patch. 

His fingers press the edges of it down, then move to trace the slightly dark circles from past patches that are fading all over your thighs, then to the ones on your hips and stomach. The ones on your upper arms have faded more, but a few have bruises from where you failed to stop itching them, after the patch was off. It almost tickles, the way they linger on your skin. Softly, sweetly, the same way he'd touch you while laying together in bed.

You rest your head against his chest, and hug him close. "Thank you. For everything."

He hugs you back, and kisses your forehead. "Of course. Now, shall we get back to the bar downstairs? See if the boys managed to leave our drinks alone while we were gone?"

"I should probably put on pants and trousers first."

"Overrated, but if you insist," he giggles. "We'll only be taking them off later."

"True," you smile, but you redress regardless. 

---

Later, downstairs sitting at the bar, your hand twitches as you try to itch through your trousers at the still irritated spots from the used patches. 

Without a word, Freddie reaches over and takes your hand in his, and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

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So Much Ado - a Freddie x trans-m!Reader fic

Summary: Freddie wants to buy a cat, but some things are more important than that.

Wordcount: ~3,100

Tags: Trans-m!Reader, mentions of unsafe binding, dysphoria, and anxiety, and some H/C related to that but hopefully enough fluff to balance it out

Notes: Written for a request for more Freddie x trans-m!Reader fic. I accidentally made this slightly more H/C than I intended, but I think it’s still pretty sweet overall.

Also, I have no idea what binding options were like in the early 70s and I don’t care enough to research it. I’m assuming that at the very least medical/athletic compression shirts would have existed, so that’s what “binder” is referring to in this fic.

There's something about Freddie that makes you always want to say "yes" to him. He has a way of making every plan sound like the best idea in the world, every whim seem like the grandest adventure, and you can honestly say that you’ve made some of your best memories when you’ve followed Freddie on some last-minute outing to check out some chic attraction that he’s only heard about in passing.

Sometimes, though… sometimes you wish you were better at telling him “no”. And despite your best intentions, tonight is shaping up to be one of those nights.

Freddie had an unexpectedly profitable day in the Kensington Market stall, and wanted to celebrate by taking you out to dinner. You should have told him that you weren’t in the mood, too dysphoric because your only binder had finally bit the dust and too anxious about the bills that were piling up to feel comfortable replacing it, let alone want to spend money on fancy food. But Freddie had looked so excited at the prospect of being able to treat you that you told yourself it would be alright. So you pushed down your feelings, bound your chest with bandages despite knowing better, and followed him out the door.

Now, with your stomach uncomfortably full and still doing anxious flips, you just want to go home. You’re nauseous, and your ribs ache from the too-tight bandages, and any small amount of enjoyment you might have had at the beginning of the evening is rapidly dwindling away.

“Oh, darling, look!” Freddie says suddenly, and pulls you over to a storefront. “Kittens!”

Sure enough, there’s a litter of tiny kittens in the front window of the pet store. They’re small enough that they can only be a few months old, probably just old enough for them to be adopted out. They’re a motley mix of colors and as you watch them tumble and play-fight with each other you can’t help but smile down at them.

“Aren’t they just precious?” Freddie says, pressing close to the glass.

“They are pretty cute,” you agree. You lean against him, resting your head on his shoulder, and he smiles at you briefly before going back to cooing over the kittens. You don’t mind, though; the kittens are adorable, and they’re a welcome distraction from the worries that have been troubling you for most of the night.

Then Freddie gasps and turns around, dislodging you in the process. You stumble at the sudden movement and he catches you by your upper arms, practically vibrating with excitement as he says, “We should get one, love!”

Your stomach sinks and you ask, even though you already know the answer, “Get one what?”

“A cat, of course!” Freddie says. “Look at that little calico back in the corner there, wouldn’t she just be perfect for us?”

You hate saying “no” to Freddie... but sometimes, even you have to put your foot down.

“We can’t get a cat, Fred,” you tell him.

Freddie pouts at you. “And why not?”

“Because you need money to pay for a cat,” you say. “And that’s a bit in short supply for us, these days.”

“I have plenty leftover from tonight to buy a cat,” Freddie says, and there’s a stubborn note in his voice now that tells you that he won’t let this go that easily.

You really don’t want to fight with Freddie about this but your own patience is worn thin by your foul mood and you can’t stop yourself from snapping, “No, Freddie. Even if you can afford to buy one, how are you going to afford vet bills and food and everything else that comes along with it?”

“Oh stop it, cat food isn’t that expensive! We can make it work,” Freddie says, dismissive.

You brush Freddie’s hands off your shoulders, needing to put some distance between the two of you. “You mean I can make it work, since last I checked you don’t give a toss about our finances!”

Freddie bristles, both at your comment and your physical rejection. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I’m the one who handles the bills and I know we cannot afford to take care of a cat!” You’re not quite shouting at Freddie, but it is a very near thing. “For god’s sake, Fred, I can’t even find the money to replace my binder, but you expect me to rearrange our budget to pay for cat food and litter every month?”

All of Freddie’s hot-headed passion fades away in the blink of an eye. “What happened to your old binder? And...” He gives you a quick once-over, and a look of suspicion crosses his face. “Darling, what are you binding with now?”

It’s too easy for you and Freddie to wind each other up, but the flip side of that is that once one of you backs down the other usually does as well. This time is no exception, and as your frustration fades as quickly as it came on you’re left feeling tired and too-exposed under Freddie’s scrutinizing gaze.

“Can we just go home?” you ask quietly, instead of answering Freddie’s question. You don’t need to answer; Freddie isn’t an idiot, and he knows what you would resort to doing to alleviate your dysphoria under these circumstances.

Freddie opens his mouth to say something, then closes it, and studies you for a second longer before finally saying, “Of course, darling. Let’s go then.”

You keep a small distance between you and Freddie as you set off, and you have to resist the urge to wrap your arms around yourself, as if you can make a physical barrier between your vulnerabilities and the rest of the world. After several minutes of walking in silence, Freddie asks, “Did you even want to come out with me tonight?”

You shrug, and don’t look at him as you say, “I don’t know. I didn’t not want to, but…” But you knew your dysphoria and anxiety were going to make things difficult, and you know you should have said no.

Freddie sighs, and stops you with a gentle touch to your arm. You finally look over at him and he smiles, a little sad, and tells you, “Dear, if you were in a mood we could have stayed in. You know I love to spoil my boy, but not if it’ll make you uncomfortable.”

You take a small half-step towards Freddie, and that’s all the permission he needs to close the distance between the two of you and wrap an arm around your shoulders. You lean into him and let some of the tension bleed out of your frame. “I know. But you were excited, and I thought I’d be alright.”

Freddie presses a kiss to the top of your head and doesn’t respond, but it’s clear that your answer got under his skin because when you finally do get home he seems determined to take care of you. He draws a hot bath, fills the tub enough bubbles that it’s practically overflowing, and joins you in it, guiding you to sit between his legs so he can wash your hair and massage your scalp. The hot water feels wonderful on your aching chest, and by the time Freddie helps you out of the tub you’re practically falling asleep on your feet.

So he bundles you into your favorite pair of soft pajamas and even though it’s still early (at least compared to the hours Freddie usually keeps) he climbs into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing soft kisses along your neck. “I love you so much, darling,” he murmurs against your skin. “I only ever want you to be happy.”

Your chest feels warm with affection and even though you’re already half asleep you mumble a soft, “I love you too,” back to Freddie.

The next morning, you wake up alone in bed. It’s Saturday, and still early enough that you’re surprised to find Freddie awake already, but even more surprised to find that he’s not anywhere to be found in your flat… and, if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re a little upset at his absence. Although last night ended on a far better note than it could have, you would have liked to discuss the cat situation again with Freddie when both of you were a little more level-headed instead of leaving it unresolved.

Still, nothing to be done about it until Freddie gets home and since you can only assume that he’s down at the market, god knows when that will be.

You’re in a slightly better mood than you were yesterday but you still feel, well, fragile, like one wrong move will be enough to set you off again. You ignore the bills sitting on the counter that need to be paid, and instead spend the day on the couch, wearing an oversized sweater over your pajamas, with one of Freddie’s records playing quietly in the background while you lose yourself in one of your favorite books.

By the time dinner rolls around and Freddie isn’t home you’re starting to get antsy, but you assume that he’s is either working late or went out for drinks with Roger. By the time it gets to be nightfall you’re a bit worried, but it’s not unheard of for Freddie to crash at someone else’s place especially if he’s been drinking. Still, it takes you a while to fall asleep alone and when you wake up early the following morning you don’t feel rested at all.

The other side of the bed is empty and you sigh, hoping that even if Freddie was drinking last night he’ll manage to wander home sooner rather than later.

You throw on the same sweater as yesterday and shuffle out of the bedroom, making a beeline for the kitchen to put on the kettle. It isn’t until you’ve made yourself a cup of tea and you head into the living room, thinking that maybe you can nap for a bit on the couch, that you realize you’re not actually alone in the flat.

Freddie is asleep on the couch, surrounded by papers, as if he had dozed off in the middle of working on something. It’s not the first time you’ve found him passed out after having lost track of time figuring out some new song, and you smile fondly at him as you set down your cup of tea and start gathering up the pages so they don’t get ruined. You stack them neatly on the coffee table, next to a small package wrapped in newsprint, and pull a blanket off the back of the couch to cover Freddie.

He finally stirs at that, blinking blearily a few times before smiling up at you. There’s so much love in his eyes that it makes your heart melt. “Hello, my love,” he murmurs. “What time is it?”

“Still early,” you tell him softly. “Go back to sleep.”

“Mm, why would I do that when I can stay awake with you instead?” he asks, and despite your laughing protests he levers himself upright on the couch. He yawns widely and shakes his head, as if trying to physically clear out the last of his exhaustion, and gently grabs your hips to pull you down onto his lap. “I missed you yesterday. Sorry for staying out late.”

You kiss him gently, and he’s still just sleepy enough that he’s lazy in returning the kiss, lips soft and lax under yours. “Nothing to apologize for,” you say when you pull away. “When did you get back? I didn’t hear you come in.”

“After midnight,” Freddie says. His hands have drifted under your sweater to tease at your skin, but they don’t drift any higher or lower than your waist and it’s clear he’s simply looking for contact, not trying to start anything more. “But I kept working for a while after that.”

“New song?”

To your surprise, Freddie shakes his head. “No. A surprise for you. That’s why I was out all day, I had to talk to Rog and then he told me to go talk to Brian and I had to have Deacy help me figure it all out-”

“Slow down, Freddie,” you say with a laugh. “What’s this all about?”

“I told you, a surprise for you,” Freddie says with a wide smile. He shifts you off his lap, so you’re sitting next to him on the couch instead, and grabs the stack of papers that you had set aside before. “Here, take a look at this, lovie.”

You take the papers from him and riffle through them. They’re covered with numbers rather than chords, and it takes you a moment to realize that you’re looking at a budget mock-up and not a new song. But with the papers seemingly out of order and different parts crossed out and revised, you can’t quite figure out what it’s a budget for.

Freddie starts talking while you’re still looking through the papers, before you can even ask him any of the thousand questions that are on your mind. “I know I’m not good with this-” Freddie gestures at the pile of papers in front of you. “All this money stuff, tracking bills and balancing a checkbook and whatnot. And I know my income is a bit, well, unpredictable at times, which has to make it harder for you to handle things. But I wanted to show you that I do take this seriously, even if Deacy had to help me figure it all out. So I went to Rog and he helped me figure out an estimate for what the stall actually brings in, and then… Well, then I went to Brian to talk about cats.”

You finally look up at Freddie, your mouth dropping open in a small “o” of surprise. You know the cat situation had been left unresolved, but you weren’t expecting Freddie to come back with this.

Freddie bites his lip, and he looks nervous now as he explains, “Brian helped me figure out what it would actually cost to have a cat. And he told me about some local shelters where they take care of all the veterinary things before they’re adopted out, so we wouldn’t need to worry about paying for that separately. And I think we can afford to get a cat, darling. But only if you want one too.”

You smile at Freddie and set the papers down, reaching out for Freddie’s hand. He laces his fingers with yours and offers you a soft smile in return. “I would love a cat,” you tell him. “I probably would have said yes anyway, and figured this all out on my own, if the subject had come up when I was in a better mood.”

“I suspected as much,” Freddie admits. “But at least now you don’t have to take care of the budgeting. It’s all been dealt with for you already.”

You kiss Freddie again and this time he kisses you back, reaching up to gently cup your face, his thumb stroking softly over your cheekbone. “You’re amazing, Freddie Mercury,” you whisper against his mouth. “And I love you so much.”

You can feel Freddie’s answering smile as he says, “We’re both amazing, my dear.”

You laugh, and give him one last quick peck, before pulling away to ask, “So. Are we going cat shopping today, then?”

“Ah… Well, unfortunately we don’t quite have the money to adopt a cat right now,” Freddie admits.

He looks a bit embarrassed and you don’t want to upset him by pressing the issue, but considering he was insisting that he had enough money when you were looking at the kittens… “I thought you still had some left over after our date night?”

“I did, but I spent it yesterday,” Freddie says. He grabs the mysterious wrapped package off the table and thrusts it into your hands. “Open it up, dear, it’s the second part of the surprise.”

“Freddie, you didn’t have to…” you start to protest, but your sentence trails off as you tear open the package and a brand-new binder comes tumbling out.

“I hope it’s the right size,” Freddie tells you, as you stare down at the binder in shock. “I’m sure we can exchange it if we have to.”

You shake your head, and it takes a second for you to find your voice again. “It’s perfect,” you say, a little choked up by the gesture. “Fred, you shouldn’t have, that was your money and you wanted a cat-”

“Some things are more important,” Freddie interrupts, his voice gentle but firm, and leaving no room for you to argue with him. “This is more important, darling. We can get a cat at any point, but I never want you to be as uncomfortable as you were the other night ever again.”

He presses a kiss to your temple, and wipes away a few tears that you hadn’t even realized had started to fall. “I love you, darling,” he tells you. “Give me a few more days down at the market and I’ll have enough money again to adopt a cat, and in the meantime I’ll be happy enough knowing that my boyfriend isn’t hurting himself to feel comfortable in his own skin.”

You shudder at the sincerity in Freddie’s words and lean against him, pressing a kiss against the crook of his neck before letting your eyes slip shut with a small sigh. “I love you,” you tell him again, because you don’t have the words to say everything else you want to say: that Freddie is the light of your life, the best thing that’s ever happened to you, your rock and your home on days when you barely know who you are anymore.

Freddie doesn’t just accept you, he cherishes you in a way that makes your chest ache with affection, and he shows it to you in a thousand small ways every day that you’re with him. But this… this is something else altogether.

“And I adore you, my love,” Freddie says. You feel him kiss the top of your head and you smile, letting your eyes stayed closed as Freddie settles back against the couch with a sigh of his own.

Neither of you say anything else but the silence is comforting, a familiar warmth between the two of you. It lulls Freddie back to sleep first, his breathing evening out and his head dropping down to rest on yours. You crack open one eye, just enough to find the blanket and tug it over both of your laps, before snuggling closer to Freddie. And after a few more minutes, sleep claims you as well.

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