#freddie mercury needs a hug

[amorchai]

hi bubba, i'm here requesting the lil stevie blurb you wrote for me a while ago; the one with the bonfire and him being all sweet ᰔ

steve cuddles you by the bonfire.

pairing(s): steve harrington x reader

words: 918

warnings/tags: all the gang being themselves, cursing.

a/n: this is a repost from my old account, the original post gained 700 notes.

the radiating warmth of not only the bonfire in front but the length of steve’s chest pressed against your back is enough to send you into a hazy slumber. if it weren’t for his constant moving as he watched everyone.

your head tucked under your boyfriend’s chin, steve’s arms gently encased your frame and had been for the past hour. the small get together at eddie’s ended with only a few of you left. nancy had drove most of the kids home, max staying as she only lived a trailer across and lucas was stuck to her side; steve opting to drive him back later.

eddie was using his hands atop his knees to make some careless noise amongst conversation with robin whilst steve watched fondly as lucas and max bicker, including him every so often with a ‘steve, tell her,’ or ‘stay outta this, steve, don’t listen to this doofus.’

steve couldn’t get involved, too wrapped up in the ambience of your sleepy nature against him. your breath fanned his neck and your hands clutched his jacket tightly, humming every so often when you stirred from threatened sleep.

“fuck you, honest to god, y/n! back me up here!” hands which previously coursed up and down your back with a sickeningly sweet graze freeze when steve glared at eddie munson from his spot. the kids from beside him follow his gaze when steve tries his best to whisper shout, “shut up, holy crap what ever happened to indoor voices with you lot, huh?”

“i know you weren’t the best in school, steve, but it’s basic common sense to know we’re outside right now.”

his glare moves to robin, ready to make another remark when your nose nudges against his jaw with another hum escaping you, stirring to lay your front against his while hands flatten against his chest which is currently alight with love. causing his throat to close and to shut up entirely.

“i’m not asleep, stevie. still here.” your hands move when steve’s chest vibrates with a chuckle, your words saying one thing but your expression saying a hell of the lot more.

your eyes are half-lidded, filled with a sleepiness, your cheeks look oh-so-soft and steve resists the urge to run the back of his finger over so gently like he’d break you. plus the light from the fire doesn’t help how he feels, not when the warm glow makes you look so much sweeter.

“y/n! queen or the beatles?” eddie’s voice interjects and steve leans down to press a long kiss to your head, lips murmuring against yours in the process, “sorry, baby.” you giggle lazily, hugging yourself closer to your boyfriend, knees bending so you essentially look like a koala clung to a tree.

“queen.”

a rapid beat fills your eardrums as eddie slaps his knees to the chorus of ‘we will rock you’ before standing up and leaning towards robin’s face, “told you! nobody beats freddie mercury, man. nobody!”. eddie looks over to you, face hidden in steve’s frame but eddie still speaks, not caring if it’s not really heard, “this is why you’re my favourite, y/n.”

“y/n’s clearly delirious, isn’t thinking straight,” robin starts.

“yeah, she’s like half asleep,” max continues.

you hardly listen to them, the fall air crisp against your back but steve’s quick to keep you warm. the scent of his woody cologne filling your nostrils and working like a charm to make you feel more woozy and tired, entirely safe in his arms.

“y/n deserves extra marshmallows,” eddie announces in retaliation while leaning down to grip the large bag they shared by the fire earlier to throw it in your direction. steve raises his arm to catch the plastic before discarding it to his side while responding, “y/n deserves some well-needed rest.”

you murmur incoherently against steve’s chest and he runs his hand over your head while whispering, “it’s okay, baby. i’ll get you home to bed.” little did steve know you were far more content at the back of eddie’s garden, lame bonfire while pressed against your boyfriend.

“just stay here?” eddie says as if it’s the simplest thing and steve feels you push against his hand, eyes open once again trying to lift yourself up as you start to disagree, “no, no, no. stevie, we can’t.”

everyone watches you ramble tiredly, steve kissing your forehead while his arms wrapped around your lower back comfortingly, “okay, baby—” but you continue as he speaks back, “we can’t stay, gotta drive lucas to basketball practice first thing tomorrow. gotta go home.”

“you’re right,” steve starts, everyone else confused while steve only smiles at you in complete adoration as you both attempt to move from your comfortable position. steve turns to max and lucas, spinning his finger as a signal to ‘wrap things up,’ “c’mon, lucas. let’s get you home, bud.”

everyone makes a move, lucas nervously leaning in to kiss max’s cheek while steve helps swing his jacket over your shoulder before tucking your tired state under his arm. “robin, need a lift?” asks steve, allowing you a few extra peaceful moments to feel the warm fire against your body.

“think i’m staying here.”

“let’s go, bub,” steve squeezes you while kissing your cheek, his affection only making you feel more tired and light-headed, in the best way while you're guided from the warm fire and instead promised to be cuddled to sleep in the comfort of your bed, your boyfriend right by your side like always.

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[thatgirl4815]

Things I need from the rest of Only Friends, some plausible, and some completely irrational:

Sand with a baseball bat in his hand for literally any reason, ever. Idc if he has good intentions or bad ones. Hell, he doesn't even need to use it. I just need to see him holding one. That's how desperate I am for this (don't ask me why, I just am)

Boston to sincerely apologize to his friends (wishful thinking? idk anymore)

Ray to trauma dump to Sand

The editors to forget to put in the apartment fight scene

Boeing to stay the hell away from Sand (but if he does come close, I need Ray's possessive side to show itself, for drama reasons)

Mew not to forgive Top, at least for the next episode, because that would feel too rushed

More of Sand's mom

Ray and Sand going to a tattoo shop to get Sand a tattoo (if they had even the briefest dialogue about Ray's/Khaotung’s tattoo I might actually die)

Someone to give Sand a hug for once, goddammit

RayMew being happy besties

Freddie Mercury II to grace our screens one more time (and possibly even find love with the girl from the concert in Ep5)

The words “I love you” from Ray to Sand (Sand deserves to hear it first)

Anyways, there are probably more but that about sums it up.

#only friends the series #only friends #ofts #sandray #raysand #bostonnick #topmew #raymew #only friends episode 9

[findafight]

Okay, two things;

1. Mr Clarke was 100% Steve’s bi-awakening. When he had him for science someone made reference to “Mrs Clarke”, prompting him to joke about the fact he’s not married.

And bb!Steve, half joking, says “don’t worry, if you’re still single when I’m grown up I’ll marry you.” Everyone else who heard him say it assumes it’s a joke, and later Mr Clarke takes him to one side to explain he really shouldn’t be making those jokes, bc his parents have the money to send him to military school.

Post-season 3 Steve will sometimes jokingly ask him “still single? I’m a man of my word”.

The party, upon learning what this actually means are horrified and try to keep the two apart at ALL costs (except Lucas, who upon thinking it, thinks that they’d actually work pretty well together).

Also, I like to imagine at some town event or other, Steve’s talking to Mr Clarke, commiserating about the kids, and then Robin comes over, dragging Mr Hauser, bc she needs to introduce him to Steve (who doesn’t initially remember who is, then yells “Lottery guy!” and hugs him).

Misters Clarke and Hauser spend the rest of the evening commiserating on being unwitting gays mentors.

2. I love the idea of Steve, half way through an art house movie, turning to Robin in disgust and announcing “okay, it was being heavy handed - *now* it’s just condescending.”

Also, I feel like he’d get a real kick out of Metropolis - assuming they’d be able to get hold of that in the 80s.

bb steve and his bb crush on cool science teach Mr. Clarke!! But also mr clark and the mortification of being hit on (even jokingly) by a student. I think he can combat this by reminding Steve he knew him when he was thirteen. Likely an effective counterattack! Plus Stobin matchmaking their gay mentor teachers with each other would be funny. Maybe by accident but then they realize they can do it and like....why not? and Mr Clarke and Mr Hauser are like these children think they're slick but end up getting along?

ooooh yes! steve's like can't there at LEAST be SUBTLETY? and yeah I think he would be down for metropolis! There was even a restoration made in the mid eighties that i think some well known musicians (i think Freddie mercury and bonnie tyler) made the soundtrack for. So it would definitely be available! and somewhat relevant to pop culture I think Bonnie Tyler was nominated for a Grammy for it. i also think Steve and Robin could get a kick of Cabinet of Dr. Caligary. I think there was a restoration of it in the 70s or 80s as well, and it's definetly weird enough to be on robin's radar!

#findaanswers #anonasaurus #stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things #also think they'd like classic old school slapstick. marx brothers and chaplain and keaton type things

[skvatnavle]

The Decoy

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x plus size! reader

Warnings: Insecure reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, kissing.

Notes: Always been the insecure, chubby fat girl, I know what is like to get rejected or being the girl where one of the guys had to "take one for the team". So i thought, if I've been there, others have too. It's never fun, but maybe one day, you'll meet a guy like Bob 💕

And thanks again ti @a-reader-and-a-writer for letting me use her awesome dividers 😘❤️

Words: 2.3K

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Staring into the mirror one last time, you frown slightly. Maggie had convinced you to put on a sundress and why you had no idea. Never one to wear dresses or anything that showed off your body, really, this was so far out of your comfort zone as it could be. But Maggie had been very persuasive, insisting you looked beautiful and that ‘it hugs your curves perfectly’.

Recently moved to San Diego, Maggie was quick to take you under her wing when she met you that first day at work. And she had quickly become a great friend. Only problem? She was gorgeous, almost too confident for her own good and always so damn positive. Practically perfect. The polar opposite of you. At least you felt so.

You had never really had the biggest confidence. Teased as a kid, rejected as an adult, both because of your size. You’d always had a little too much ‘junk in the trunk’. People had insisted you were still pretty, but several guys had proven you differently, by either rejecting you or by choosing your friends over you.

So when Maggie had suggested squeezing you into a sundress and to go drinking with a friend of hers, you had instantly hated the idea. A night out with not only one, but two beautiful girls? You already knew you’d sit alone while they were swarmed with guys. 

And it didn’t exactly make it better that they wanted to take you to Miramar, to this bar called ‘The Hard Deck’. Apparently full of pilots and various navy personnel from the nearby base.

As soon as you enter the bar, you already regret it. Packed with men and women in uniform or civilians hoping to bag a pilot for the night, you felt like a fish out of water. You smooth down the dress, fidgeting nervously with your hands. Maggie just grabs you by the hand and drags you to a table where her friend is waiting. Giving you both a hug, she then smirks with a raised brow.

“That guy I flirted with last weekend is here and he brought some friends.”

“Uh, that's perfect, where is he?”

She points ahead. Following her finger, you find a group of uniformed people standing around a table. As you spot the very handsome men, you just roll your eyes and sit down. So, they’ve already selected their targets for the night, so now you mentally begin counting down to being left alone at the table.

“Look at those two. They are so sexy!”

“The one with the Freddie Mercury mustache and the Ken doll?”

While Liz looks horrified, Maggie just rolls her eyes, punching you lightly on the arm. “They are gorgeous!”

“Yeah, okay. They are. But that’s the problem. They know how gorgeous they are. They’re probably too cocky for their own good.”

“Just the way we like them.”

All you can do is shake your head at them. Okay, so you had to admit they were hot. Maybe this was just you knowing you’d never even be considered to be in their league, so rather just make it seem like you don’t care. Just to tease Maggie and Liz, you make a sound of disgust. Liz turns to you, smiling softly.

“Fine, who would you pick then?”

“None, cause no one here would pick a girl like me.”

Her smile falters, caught by surprise. Maggie puts a hand on your arm and just as she is about to protest, you stop her. She always does this, bless her heart, but you don’t need it tonight. You wouldn’t call yourself ugly by no means, actually having quite a nice face and a pretty smile, if you had so say so yourself. But the guys here, well guys in general, tend to choose the prettier and slimmer girls. So you were used to getting shot down.

“I know what you’re gonna say. ‘You are beautiful, I wish you could see yourself as I see you’. Well, I don’t and it’s okay.”

None of them answer, they just look sad. Trying to lighten the mood, you push away from the table, giving Maggie’s shoulder a soft squeeze, while shooting Liz a smile.

“I’ll go get something to drink. If I’m gonna watch you two hit on Freddie and Ken, I’m gonna need some liquor.”

They laugh softly as you walk away, more out of pity than because it was funny, you imagine. 

Standing at the bar, you wait patiently for your turn. A huge roar of laughter from the pool table makes you look at them, smiling a little. As you look them all over, you stop when you see a guy sitting on a stool a little to the side. He’s swaying gently to the music, looking at what you think is his teammates playing pool. He pushes his glasses up his nose, before saying something to the others, making them laugh.

“What can I get you?”

You’re met with a bright smile by the woman behind the bar. You give your order and wait patiently. You look back towards the pool table and the guy with glasses is looking at you, a soft smile on his face. By force of habit, never believing anyone would look at you, you look to your side. There’s a pretty blonde with a radiant smile, laughing with her friend. You feel a little sting of pain in your chest, but quickly push it away. You get the drinks and quickly make your way back to your table.

An hour later, Liz is flirting shamelessly with the one of the guys at the pool table. His friend is eyeing Maggie across the room, sending her soft smiles, which leaves her giggling like a schoolgirl. You've only been here an hour and you’re already annoyed. None of them notice you or talk to you, so maybe you should just go home.

“God, can you believe how hot he is?” Maggie bites her lip, squeezing your arm as she is practically squealing. And as if on cue, Liz drags the guys with her to the table. Ken for herself and Freddie for Maggie. But then you notice the guy with the glasses following behind them. He smiles shyly when he sees you sitting at the table.

They all sit down, so they sit together in pairs, leaving you with Glasses. He is even cuter up close, his face really sweet and his blue eyes soft. He pushes his glasses in place, giving you another soft smile, before he nervously dries his hands on his pants. He extends his hand to you.

“Hi. I’m Bob. Well, Robert, but they call me Bob.” 

“Hi Bob.”

You shake his hand while giving him your name, discreetly looking him over. Very handsome and polite. Not bad. 

“So, ehm, are you having a great evening?”

Just as you’re about to answer him, you hear Maggie and Liz laughing behind him. They are all over their guys, looking like they’re 10 minutes away from dragging them home. Huffing in defeat, you realize what is happening. Bob’s buddies wanted to talk to Maggie and Liz, but she had probably insisted that they couldn’t leave you alone, so they had to get someone to distract you. So Bob here was taking one for the team. Of course.

“Look Bob. I know you’re only talking to me because the Abercrombie and Fitch models over there wanted to talk to my friends and had to get rid of me. But I’m letting you off the hook.”

You take a huge sip of your beer, already feeling the heat creep up your cheeks. This was so embarrassing. When you look back at him, Bob’s smile is gone, looking confused. Had it been under other circumstances, you would have loved for someone like him to hit on you. Always had a thing for guys with glasses. He actually seems sweet, but you don’t just wanna be some charity case.

“I can act like I’m going to the bathroom and then slip out. I’m sorry they stuck you with me.”

As you turn to get away, a hand softly grips your wrist, barely holding on as if he’s afraid of hurting you. Turning, you see Bob looking into your eyes.

“They didn’t.”

He gives you a soft smile and you find it hard being mad. He’s good, you’d have to give him that. Crossing your arms, you look him straight in the eyes.

“Oh, so you’re telling me they got the pretty girls, and you don’t mind being stuck with me?”

You don’t exactly gesture towards your body, but your tone is clear. How would a handsome and fit guy like him not want one of the other girls in the bar instead of you?

“I’m sorry, but… I think you’ve misunderstood this whole thing.”

His cheeks are a bright red as he searches for the right words to say, leaning a little closer to you.

“I-I wanted to talk to you. Hangman… or Abercrombie and Fitch 1” he chuckles softly, looking even cuter than ever as his eyes light up, “is, ehm, he’s taking one for the team.”

He laughs softly, looking so nervous it’s a wonder he even managed to say that to you. Searching his face, trying to figure out if he’s lying, you see only sincerity.

“Really?”

He nods softly. You can’t quite believe his words, thinking back to how confident Liz was earlier. But sure enough, you find the guy next to her looking bored. He smiles politely and almost looks interested in what she’s saying, but whenever she looks away, he rolls his eyes. Well, this had to be a first. You’ll never tell her, of course.

“How is he not interested? She’s gorgeous. And didn’t they flirt last weekend?”

“She talks too much.”

He shrugs a little and you can’t help but laugh. When the laughter dies, you look back into his beautiful blue eyes. Maybe he is telling you the truth, maybe he really is interested in you. You find it really hard to believe, but something in the way he looks at you, makes you wanna give him a chance. He really is quite handsome.

“Okay, Bob. Tell me a little about yourself.”

A few hours later, you’re sitting alone on the beach with Bob. Maggie and Rooster took off an hour ago, going to her place. You already knew you’d hear all about it tomorrow. As for Hangman and Liz, that’s a different story. He had actually done the old disappearing act, slipping out of the bar after a trip to the bathroom. 

But Bob was still here, sitting beside you, much to your surprise. The last few hours in his company had been great. He was a little shy, not really talking at times, but when he did, he had been incredibly charming, sweet and had made you laugh. With each little smile, you could feel your heart flutter a little. And each time he would wrinkle his nose as he pushed up his glasses, you couldn’t stop smiling.

An hour ago he had looked at his watch, declaring that the sunrise was an hour away. You’d never seen a sunrise with anyone, so when Bob asked if you wanted to stay for it, you couldn’t say no. So that’s how you found yourself still here, so close to him that you could feel the warmth from his body.

The sun was slowly rising in the horizon, the warm colors breaking the dark sky. You feel a finger softly brush against your hand, before his entire hand comes to rest on top of yours. You swallow hard, afraid to look down as if it would break the spell. He’s barely touched you yet, but your body is on fire. 

This is the single most romantic thing to ever happen to you and you feel like you can barely breathe. You wanna kiss him, but there’s still that little voice in your head telling you this is all a dream. Bob softly speaks your name and when you turn your head, he’s so close you can feel his breath on your skin. Wetting his lips, he looks just as nervous as you.

“Would… Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

Having lost all ability to speak, you just nod. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, gently pulling you closer. You almost moan when you feel his soft lips against yours. The first kiss is short and sweet, but quickly he kisses you again, pulling you a little closer. His other hand finds your hip and as he gives it a little squeeze, making you shiver under his touch.

As the sun slowly paints the sky, the warmth of the rays hit you and Bob. But the sunrise is long forgotten, the only thing existing is his lips against yours. Panting, he breaks away with a huge grin. And as you look at him, all doubts you had before are gone. 

“Can I maybe, ehm, take you on a date?” he asks softly, almost as if he’s expecting you to say no. Grinning like a fool, you give him a quick peck on his cheek, before saying yes. He puts his arm around you and as you lean into him, finally watching the sunrise, you can’t help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Thank you so much for reading <3

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[margaret-the-duck]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟIntro post*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

"Writers aren't exactly people... they're a whole bunch of people trying to be one person" - F. Scott Fitzgerald

hello I'm Maggie :)

basic infos: she/her, scorpio, minor, bi and ace, goblin/hobbit core, wanna be writer, chaotic, has far too many projects at the same time, anxious mess, always confused, lost in fantasy worlds, gets really emotional when a long fanfiction updates the last chapter, tea enjoyer, wants new friends but is too socially awkward :,)

bands and artists I like: queen, ABBA, david bowie, red hot chili pepper, conan gray, nirvana, bon jovi, movie music in general

"Someone will always be prettier. Someone will always be smarter. Someone will always be younger. But they will never be you" - Freddie Mercury

Food I like: Strawberries, Cereals <3, any dessert, pasta and pizza, chicken nuggets, ananas (but not on pizza), cheese, chocolate, croquettes, anything with chicken

things that make me happy: my friends/family/girlfriend, music, my fandoms, my OTPs, raccoons, cats, my comfort characters, crocheting, creative things in general, braids, the netherlands, acorns, flowers, books, greek mythology, hugs, rainbows, character inspired playlists, owls, goats, frogs, lotr ambience playlists, walking through a forest (especially in spring and autumn)

my fandoms: lord of the rings, the hobbit, percy jackson, marauders, gravity falls, mcu/marvel, night at the museum, star wars, carry on

"I've never been so wrong in all my life" - Thorin Oakenshield

currently reading: the silmarillion, circe, percy jackson and the chalice of the gods, rereading the song of achilles

comfort books: percy jackson, the song of achilles, carry on

"Being a hero doesn't mean you're invincible. It just means that you're brave enough to stand up and do what's needed." - Piper McLean

comfort movies and series: lord of the rings, the hobbit, anything from marvel but especially the guardians of the galaxy and ant man, night at the museum, gravity falls, monk

"There's some good in this world Mr Frodo, and it's worth living for" - Samwise Gamgee

languages I speak (more or less) : luxemburgish (don't ask what it is. barely anybody knows that language lol), german, french, english, currently learning spanish

things I do when I'm not just starring at my bedroom wall: baking for my friends, crocheting, designing clothes based on fictional characters, daydreaming about writing, wasting my time on pinterest and ao3, writing, reading, thinking of fake scenarios, listening to music, writing bad poetry

"I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind the process" - Vincent van Gogh

#intro post #blog intro

[starkerhowlter]

Princess Parker -- 8

Rating: M Ship: starker (tony stark / peter parker) Tags: Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fashion Designer Peter Parker, Engineer Student Tony Stark, slow burn, stolen moments Summary: Tony Stark’s in love.

But not with the conventional. Instead, his soulmate is known for temper tantrums about pink lemonades that are too sour and scuffs on the toe of his Louboutin shoes. He’s materialistic, superficial, and cares way too much about his face.

So why can’t Tony stay away?

Read below or on AO3

As Always, this fic was beta'd by my favorite human in the world: @cozysafechaotic and I couldn't be more thankful! A special shout out as well to my sprinting goblins in the Super Starkers Discord for their believing in this fic and helping me through writing it and nailing down these crazy kids into their lovely selves. Thanks so much, guys.

I apologize for the lack of posting!! It's my last four weeks of university!! :o

8-- Advice Comes From Strange Places

        As soon as the door clicks shut, Tony’s mind is spiralling. "Fucking shit." He looks at the poster of Freddie Mercury, "What the hell was that? What did I just do? Did Peter fucking Parker come into my dorm and make out with me against the wall for..." He glances at the clock, "Forty-five minutes? Is it possible to hallucinate something that realistic while hungover?" He stares at the poster, hoping the rock god will reply with answers to the universe. "Fuck I'm not hungover, he's right. Which means... Peter fucking Parker came into my room and made out with me against the wall. Holy shit." He closes his eyes and the memories of the last hour replay in his head. One of his machines whirrs around, providing something for his brain to latch to as he thinks. 

He lays back on his bed, hands running through his hair. "March 8th, I called Peter art. March 9th, Peter comes to my dorm and calls me out on my feelings." March 9th, Peter Parker kisses me for forty-five minutes against the wall." he rolls over and looks at the wall, "Now what?" When he meets Freddy's eye again, he glares, "You are no use, y’know that?" He smiles. He is well and truly fucked.

Peter glances back at Tony's seat for the sixth time. By this point, Bucky is raising his eyebrow and giving him a "Can I help you?" expression. He blushes, turns back to his textbook and continues highlighting his notes in pink highlighter. Tony never came to class at all. Gwen, Nat, and Pepper keep glancing at their friend, what happened in the last hour? 

At the lunch table, Peter sips his pink berry smoothie, texting quickly. His manicured nails tap against the screen as he texts, they pause briefly and he sets his Starkphone down, the back of the crystal case glittering in the sun. "What was that about?" Loki asks, sitting their panini down in its container, "Is Harley giving you shit again?"

"No, no nothing like--" The phone chirps again, and without finishing the statement, Peter is absorbed in the phone once again. 

"Surely you're not texting--" Loki pushes.

"No. It's just my aunt." As if to prove itself, the offender chirps four more times in succession. He continues typing, smoothie melting on the table. "My collection just arrived. She was asking how I wanted it delivered." 

"Okay. I was just checking on you, you've been so secretive, Peter." Loki stands and hugs Peter, smiling softly, "I will come to see you later if you want to talk?"

"Yes," he whispers back, "Please do." 

"Bye, guys! Love your faces, see you for dinner?"

"I have a date!" Gwen shouts, "But raincheck! I will tell you guys about him tomorrow at brunch!" 

"Good luck, darling!" Peter cheers as he walks off the patio and to the sidewalk. He waves at his friends and heads to his dorm. He needs to think.

Tony's losing his ever-loving mind. Since Peter left, all he can seem to smell is Peter's cologne, and hear the echo of his gasps. He feels pathetic, trying desperately to wipe the feeling of Peter under his hands from his mind. 

Bucky is going to have to kill his friend. It's going to happen and no one will find his body. He shakes his head, opening the door to their dorm hall to hear Tony blasting rock from his room. "T!! Open up, it's Bucky!!" He smiles, hearing Tony's music shut off as he opens the door.

"Hey." he smiles, allowing the brunette into the now messy room.'

"Tony, when I said put on clothes, I meant real clothes. Not a tank and jeans." 

"I had on a shirt earlier. I took it off when I started soldering! I swear! It's literally on the chair!" Tony holds up the shirt, and smiles, "I was wearing a shirt!" 

"Why didn't you show up for class earlier?" 

"I was... Uh--"

"Don't you dare lie to me, Stark." Bucky only uses last names when he's serious, "I mean it." 

"Okay... fuck. You can't tell the guys." 

"Scout's honour. What's wrong?" He leans forward from his place on the bed and stares at Tony.

Tony takes a deep breath and the words start flowing, "Petercameoverandtoldmehelovedmeandthenwemadeoutandnowmylifeisfuckingruined, okay?"

"One more time, honey. I didn't get any of that."

Tony sighs deeper this time and tries again, "Peter came over and told me he loved me and then we made out and now my life is fucking ruined and I can never leave this room ever again." 

"Okay, I need you to breathe before you panic worse than you already are." He breathes along with the scientist, smiling gently. "Did you try that thing your therapist taught you?" Tony nods and shows him the paper, "And did that help?" He shakes his head. "No. Okay, um... can you walk me through your thought process as to why you can't leave your room ever again?" 

"Peter Parker. That's why. Weren't you listening?" 

"I am. But why can't you leave anymore, and don't just say Peter again." 

"Because if I see him again, I can't guarantee that I won't just jump the poor kid right then and there! You saw how I was at the party, I can't fucking do this anymore, Bucky. I can't just admire him from afar, I need him up close. I need him to be mine! I fucking love him, Bucky!" His heart is pounding as those words leave his mouth, "And I don't mean it in the "one and done" hookup way, I mean it in the "I want to wake up next to you and drink coffee and have mind-blowing sex on the counter way."

"Right. Remind me never to eat anything from your breakfast bar." 

"This is serious! I never felt this for Bethany, Pepper, Joan, Kenneth, or any of the others."

"I'm impressed you remember the one night stands."

"Of course I do, Bucky, I'm not an oaf." 

"I never said you were. But with the way this whole Peter thing is happening, I wonder if you have more than one brain cell. There is something there, and clearly, you two need to face it. Now, I have one question for you: Do I rent a hotel room for you or Do you want to suffer your whole life." 

Tony sighs, "Can I sleep on that?" 

"No. I need an answer now, you can't use your tricks on me." Tony sighs in defeat, flopping down on the bed next to Bucky. 

"Fuck. Um... Not yet but I will address it. It's only fair to him." Tony rises, replacing his tank with the t-shirt and heading to the door, "I will talk to him, Bucky. It might not create a relationship but it would be nice to have some connection with him or something."

"I will be back tomorrow. Go." His phone rings, proving his statement. "Hey, Stevie, I'm on my way out of the building. Yes, he's fine. I will see you shortly. Love you too." He hangs up the phone and smiles at Tony, "I will see you later. Talk to him, T. Please."

"I will." 

A soft knock at Peter's door startles him a few hours later. "Who is it?" He asks, slipping on his robe over his oversize t-shirt and shorts. 

"It's Loki!" they reply, "Can I come in?"

"Just a second!" He pauses his movie and unlocks the door, allowing his friend into the room, and inviting them to sit on the white chaise in the corner. "Sorry, I was watching a film." 

"It's alright. Sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to make sure you were okay earlier. You said you needed to talk?" 

"Yes." He sighs, the events of the last 24 hours pouring out into the lap of his best friend. 

The black-haired fashion god sighs and squeezes Peter's knee, "You're gonna be okay. I know it's overwhelming. That's a lot to have happen to you in a 24-hour period. What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know, Loki, but I need to see him again. I can't do this. If I see him again, I can't guarantee all of my feelings won't rush out into the space between us and ruin what we have built together. I don't think I can do this longing from a distance thing. I need to see him again, Lo. Can you help?" 

"Let me see what I can do." They smile, hugging Peter, "I will make it work for you guys and protect your social status. I know you worry that it'll be social suicide for anyone to see you. I don't think that's true. We're in college, Peter. No one cares." 

"I know but I just don't want people to ruin this. I want to have Tony but I don't want to ruin this magic that exists between us. It's a secret, like crossing enemy lines. I just want it to stay pure." 

"That's fair. I mean, I understand that. I know when Tony's friend Steve and Bucky first started dating, everyone wanted to know all the details."

"They hooked up in a bedroom at a party," Peter says, disinterestedly.

"That's true. But everyone was asking Bucky what Steve did to make him scream so loud."

"Like it matters." 

"That's fair. But in all seriousness, I will figure out how to arrange for you to  see each other in private." 

"Thank you, Loki." 

"No problem, Peter. It's what friends are for." They hug Peter, before heading towards the door, "I'll see you tomorrow." 

"Bye, Loki. I really do owe you one." 

  Peter smiles, shutting the door and turning the lights off. His movie watches from the TV as he flops on the couch and picks up his phone. Why didn't he think to add Tony's number to his phone? 

"I wonder..." Peter smiles and opens Instagram, hoping that typing the boy's name in will show his page. "Tony... Stark..." He presses search and a few moments later Tony's page appears in the results. He rolls his eyes at the bio 'Legacy is for losers' and scrolls through the different photos and snapshots from Tony's life. He clicks on one picture of Tony underneath a car and finds himself staring for longer than he'd like to admit. He sighs and shuts his movie off, crawling into bed. 

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[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Title

Fandom: RPF, British RPF, Queen

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Characters: Roger Taylor, Brian May, John Deacon, Freddie Mercury, Reader, You

Word Count: 3139 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: I know you think I'm cool but I ain't one of the boys, No, don't be scared that I'm gon' tie you down, I need a little more

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Queen, Queen Band, Love, Friends To Lovers, Admitting Feelings, Hangover, Mild Swearing, Defining the Relationship, Hugging, Performing, Queen On Tour, Touring, Title // Meghan Trainor

Notes:  This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x  

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

The air was electric as the guys came off stage. The crowd was still screaming and clapping as they appeared around me each of them doused in sweat, congratulating one another on yet another successful show. As Freddie took the bottle of water I handed out to him and put it to his lips, chugging it down quickly, I offered Brian a towel so he could wipe his sweaty brow whilst the roadies took his and John’s guitars away from them.Then I held my hand out for Roger’s drumsticks and he handed them to me as he always did. 

‘What did you think?’ he asked as I took them out of his hand.  ‘Brilliant,’ I said with a smile. Since I was their personal assistant I had to be on the sidelines every night in case they needed anything. The bonus was that I was able to see them perform over and over again.  ‘I don’t know,’ Freddie said as we started to walk towards the dressing room.  ‘What Fred?’ Brian asked, his towel was wrapped around his neck now, though shrouded by the mass of black curls from above.  ‘I think I went a little pitchy in that last couple of songs,’ he said, ‘might be coming down with something.’ ‘Want me to pick you something up?’ I asked as we walked through the long narrow corridor that led us to a large dressing room. It wasn’t cosy. It was merely a room made of breezeblocks and a hard stone floor but the boys had made it their own despite only being there for a few hours. A large rack of eccentric outfits hung in the corner that was partitioned from the room by a thin curtain. A table stocked with all kinds of booze and glasses was in another corner and a couple of beat-up couches surrounded a coffee table full of snacks. 

‘No, it’s alright,’ Freddie said, ‘think I probably just need to rest a little.’ ‘So we’re not going out?’ Roger asked. He was standing by the mirror, now shirtless, running his fingers through his hair as he attempted to style it. Freddie flopped down onto one of the couches and sighed, ‘of course, we’re still going out.’ ‘What happened to resting?’ Brian said as he sat down opposite him. As Freddie and Brian started to discuss vocal rest Roger disappeared behind the curtain that separated the room from the ‘changing area’. Though as he disappeared I realised he had left his t-shirt on the dressing table. I had been hovering, perched on the arm of the couch so I stood up and wandered to the vanity, picking it up and slipping behind the curtain to where Roger was. He looked up as I entered, pulling the curtain back quietly, but then his focus went back to the pants he had been shimmying on. After a second or so he was just shirtless and I extended the t-shirt out to him which he took gratefully. Anyone else would blush or run out after seeing their boss half naked but my working life wasn’t exactly a normal one and over the past couple of months, Roger and I had fallen into something more than just friendship.

‘Hey,’ I said as I leaned against the wall, watching him.  ‘Hey,’ he said with a small smile.  ‘You played a good show today,’ I said. ‘Yeah it felt like a good one,’ he said as he slipped his t-shirt on. The chatter outside the curtains had gotten louder as more friends and family had come into the room and someone had put some music on and I could hear the sound of drinks being poured. So, feeling a little brave I pushed up off the wall and slid my arms around Roger’s waist. He smiled a little as I did but when I tried to lean up to kiss him he turned away. ‘People,’ he mumbled, pulling away from me. My arms dropped to my sides as embarrassment flooded through me. He looked away from me sheepishly though I doubted he was as embarrassed as I was at the rejection. Before I could beg for the ground to swallow me whole the curtain pulled back and John stood there, watching us. 

‘Sorry,’ he said, ‘I didn’t realise you were both in here.’ ‘Rog forgot his shirt,’ I said quickly. John nodded at the information though his gaze was laced with an air of suspicion, but before he could say anything else I slipped past him trying to ignore the heat in my cheeks. I took a seat next to Freddie and Roger came out a couple of seconds after me and slipped down onto the couch next to Brian, not meeting my gaze. Instead, he took a beer bottle off the table and cracked it open, chugging it down after a couple of seconds. 

My embarrassment quickly turned to irritation like it had been doing a lot recently. Roger and I weren’t a couple but we weren’t just friends either. Truth was I wasn’t really sure what we were. Our ‘relationship’ had occurred entirely by accident towards the start of this tour.

‘Jesus Fred you weigh a ton,’ Roger said as we shuffled a very pie-eyed Freddie through the hotel room door.  ‘Can barely hold him up,’ I panted as we stumbled into the room. As we neared the bed Roger pulled him off me and dumped him onto it ungracefully.  ‘Well at least we got him home for the night,’ he chuckled as we watched Freddie spread eagle on the mattress still fully clothed.  ‘I think we did more than enough don’t you?’ I giggled making im smile as he headed to the door. I leant down and slipped Freddie’s shoes off, dumping them by the foot of the bed and then I placed his key card on the nightstand and headed to where Roger was waiting for me. We slipped out of the room quietly as we walked down the hall to our rooms. Our rooms were directly opposite one another so we lingered in the hall to say goodbye.

‘Thanks for helping me,’ I said.  ‘You’re welcome,’ he said with a dismissive wave.  ‘Honestly, there’s no way I would’ve got him back here,’ I said but he cut me off. ‘Y/N honestly it’s not a problem,’ he said with a smile. He watched me closely, looking down at me with such intensity I felt my heart rate quicken. He looked good. His blonde shaggy locks were sticking out in all directions from where he’d been dancing or running his fingers through it and his eyes sparkled in the fluorescent hotel lighting. Then he murmured, ‘I had a good night tonight.’ ‘Me too,’ I said.  ‘You looked nice tonight,’ he said casually. I could feel my cheeks burning up at the compliment.  ‘Thanks,’ I mumbled before turning on my heel and mumbling a, ‘well night then.’

But as I reached for my door I felt his hand on my arm, spinning me around into his arms. He grabbed my face and pulled me to him kissing me with a ferocity I didn’t know he had. I could taste ale and cigarettes but I didn’t care. I melted into him, allowing him to kiss me as he wanted his hands all over as he pulled me to him and walked us into my room. 

Our relationship from then on had been pretty much that. Whenever we were alone it was like we couldn’t stop ourselves from tearing the other’s clothes off. Every night without fail one of us would succumb to getting up and going across the hall to slip into the other’s room. But then in front of people, it was entirely different. He was entirely different. He’d talk to me and laugh with me like we were nothing more than friends. 

As if he didn’t spend his nights fucking me senseless.

As if his mornings weren’t taken up by us lying in bed together, cuddling and talking about anything and everything. 

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard my name mentioned and looked up to find everyone looking at me.

‘Sorry?’ I asked looking for some clue as to what I was missing.

‘We were just wondering if you were coming out tonight?’ he asked. I looked between them, my gaze flicking to Roger for a split second. He was watching me carefully as if trying to figure out how his night was going to be impacted. I felt anger flood through me forcing my answer out my mouth, ‘yeah, count me in.’ 

✵✵✵

Ring….Ring….Ring

My hand fumbled around on the nightstand looking for the source of the noise. I knocked the receiver off of its holder clumsily though I managed to grab it and put it to my ear as I mumbled, ‘Hello?’  ‘Hi is this Miss Y/L/N?’ a sweet voice said on the other end of the line.  ‘Yeah,’ I yawned rolling onto my back as she continued.   ‘This is your wake-up call as requested,’ she said. ‘What time is it?’ I grumbled.  ‘8 am as you asked,’ she replied.  ‘Right, thanks,’ I said cursing my sober self for being so organised that now hungover me was suffering. ‘You’re welcome,’ she said and then the line disconnected. 

As I lay on my back and opened my eyes I tried to ignore just how beaten my body was feeling at this moment in time. Being so annoyed at Roger meant that I had gone a little overboard. Now I was feeling the brunt of my stupidity. My stomach churned as I climbed out of bed feeling sticky from the stale sweat I had been lying in. My head thumped as I rifled around my bag to find some painkillers. I threw them down, thankful that drunk me had been so kind as to leave out a glass of water, and then I headed to the bathroom to get ready. 

I spent a little longer than normal in the shower, allowing the warm water to try and make me feel human again. Then I climbed out, threw on some jeans and a T-shirt, and left my room. I woke the boys one by one, knocking on their doors to make sure they were up. Brian was already up and told me he’d be downstairs for breakfast in a minute. John took a knock or two but he opened his door and told me he too would be joining me soon. Freddie was awake but still in bed which meant I had to force my way inside to make sure. He was laying against the headboard watching TV.

‘Why didn’t you open the door?’ I grumbled throwing myself onto his bed.  ‘Because I knew you’d save me the trouble and come in,’ he chuckled taking a drag of his cigarette.  ‘At least I get to take a cat nap on your bed,’ I said with a sigh as I rested my head on my folded arms.  ‘Feeling a little delicate this morning huh?’ he said.  ‘You’re a bad influence,’ I grumbled.  ‘Oh last night was all you princess,’ he replied. I looked up at him with a scowl.  ‘Well I’m feeling it now,’ I said.  ‘I’m sure it’s nothing a spot of breakfast can’t fix,’ he said. My stomach churned again, ‘I think it’s just going to be toast for me.’  ‘Well I’m coming now,’ he said climbing out of bed, ‘am I your last wake-up call?’  ‘No,’ I said quietly as he started gathering some belongings so he could head to the bathroom. He didn’t seem to notice my hesitation I said, ‘just Rog left. Bri and John should be down there by now.’ 

‘Okay, well I’m just going to shower and I’ll meet you down there,’ he said as he lingered by the bathroom door. ‘Alright,’ I said peeling myself off of the bed.  ‘Probably a good job you left him till last,’ he said.  ‘Why?’ I asked my curiosity piquing.  ‘He only got back late,’ he said.  ‘Oh?’ I asked trying to remember if I knew the details of last night. Unfortunately, they weren’t there for me to remember.  ‘Yeah,’ he said with a smirk, ‘we came back together but he put you to bed. I left him trying to herd you up the stairs.’ ‘Oh,’ I grimaced, the embarrassment of last night returning.  ‘Looked about as easy as plaiting fog,’ he chuckled and then he ducked into the bathroom and shut the door. I walked out of the room and headed a door down. Roger’s room. 

I knocked gently and listened as I heard movement behind the door which opened a minute later revealing a tired-looking Roger. He was wearing pants but no shirt and I had to admit he looked good. 

‘Hey,’ I mumbled. He nodded but didn’t speak as he ducked back into the room. I followed him, shutting the door quietly as I tried to keep the noise to a minimum so as to not aggravate my headache. I sat down on the bed as he put on his clothes, ignoring me.  ‘Freddie said you helped me get to bed last night,’ I said after a moment, ‘thank you.’ ‘Yeah well better that than you embarrassing yourself again,’ he said as he angrily pulled his T-shirt over his head.  ‘What?’ I asked.  ‘Last night,’ he said folding his arms across his chest, ‘you couldn’t have been more obvious.’ ‘And what exactly was I doing?’ I said folding my own arms across my chest as I stood up.  ‘You don’t remember?’ he scoffed.  ‘Please enlighten me,’ I said.  ‘Throwing yourself at that guy right in front of everyone,’ he said loudly. His words hit me like a ton of bricks as I tried to remember my own actions but found myself coming up short, but my lack of recall didn’t mean his words hadn’t sparked anger in me. 

‘And?’ I said huffily.  ‘And?’ he repeated, ‘it’s embarrassing. Trying to get me to bite because I wouldn’t kiss you.’  ‘Maybe I’m just sick of being your sort of girlfriend. Of being someone who’s good enough for a quick shag but you daren’t be seen out in public with,’ I sneered, ‘did you ever think about that?’  ‘Y/N,’ he sighed, ‘we’ve talked about it-’ ‘Have we?’ I spat, ‘because all I ever remember is you acting like we’re the only two people in the world until there’s actually other people around then it’s like you can’t stand to be with me-’ ‘That’s not how it is?’  ‘Tell me then,’ I said.  ‘Tell you what?’ he asked angrily.  ‘Tell me how it is. Do you even like me? Or am I just someone who’s there when you want to get your leg over?’ I shouted standing up. I panicked for a second. The irony that we were arguing about us not going exclusive when everyone important to us was within earshot wasn’t lost on me.  ‘Of course, I do,’ he sighed, ‘I’m just not ready.’ ‘For what?’ I said, ‘I’m not asking you to marry me, Roger. I’m just asking that we at least acknowledge there’s something between us.’ ‘But we work together you’re part of the team what if I fuck it up?’ he asked quietly sinking down onto his bed. I sighed and took a seat next to him though I didn’t look at him. My gaze fixed on the wall, ‘people split up and still work together Rog. It’s not the end of the world.’ ‘It might be,’ he said quietly. That got my attention, I looked to my right and found him watching me with a worried look. 

‘Why?’ I asked quietly.  ‘Because…’ he mumbled dropping his gaze to his lap, ‘because I think I might sorta really like you.’ ‘Really?’ I asked cursing myself at the amount of hope my voice dripped with.  ‘Yeah,’ he said glancing up at me, ‘so why do we have to label it?’  ‘What just be friends who fuck on occasion?’ I smirked. He looked up at me with a bashful expression, ‘is that what you want?’ ‘Maybe,’ he said.  ‘And what happens if I wanna see someone else huh? Or if you meet some pretty fan on this tour? Do we just pretend that it’s not bothering us?’ I said, ‘because I don’t think I could be okay about that. And I don’t think you are either…if you were I’d have woken up in that guy’s bed this morning.’ ‘Yeah I guess you’re right,’ he said, ‘I just worry that if we…you know become a couple and it doesn’t work out I’ll lose you completely…at least this way we get all those moments together…no pressure. Why can’t we just enjoy it?’ ‘Because it’s not enough for me Rog,’ I whispered, ‘I can’t hang on hoping one day you’ll want to be with me completely. Because if I do I’ll always be stuck. I either need you to take the chance on us or let me go.’

He nodded and I stood up not looking at him. I wandered to the door and opened it, closing it gently behind me. I could feel tears in my eyes but I blinked them away as I headed downstairs to breakfast. The boys were sitting around a dining table, members of the crew dotted at various other tables. I sat down beside Freddie. 

‘How are you feeling darling?’ he asked as he poured me a cup of tea.  ‘Alright,’ I lied.  ‘Well you look less grey now,’ Brian chuckled, ‘so I guess that’s a good sign.’ ‘Well I’m never drinking again,’ I smiled though it felt stiff and forced on my face.  ‘Oh I bet,’ John chuckled.  ‘Yeah a tenner she breaks the bet by the end of the week,’ Freddie said.  ‘There’s what? Three shows this week?’ Brian said calculating the odds in his head, ‘I bet by Wednesday.’  ‘Deal,’ Freddie said offering his hand out to Brian who shook it gracefully.  ‘My life is not a thing to be gambled on,’ I pouted as the waitress put toast on my table.  ‘I beg to differ,’ Freddie said.  ‘You know you’re really underestimating the spite factor in this,’ I said sipping my tea, ‘I’ll hold out all damn year if I have to.’ 

There were some chuckles around the table but as they started planning my downfall Roger appeared at the table sitting down beside me. As they greeted him he threw his arm around my shoulder and pressed a kiss to my temple. I was stunned. The boys shared a glance but they carried on talking as if nothing had happened. I looked at him and he shrugged as he took a piece of toast off my plate. 

I smiled. 

I guess that was my answer. 

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Michael Jackson and Freddie Mercury

Most people know that Michael Jackson and Freddie Mercury met in the early 80's and recorded three songs (State Of Shock, There Must Be More To Life Than This, Victory) that unfortunately went unrecorded. (Michael Jackson also chatted with Brian in 1980.) State of Shock was completed by Michael along with Mick Jagger. "But what about the llama? She was the problem! Freddie Mercury said that because of their tight schedule they couldn't record everything, and also because there wasn't enough manpower. But they had Peter Freestone with them and he, as we know, started writing nasty things about Freddie when they had a fight in 1986, which is when the rumors about the llama or the chimpanzee started.

Anyway, there are pictures of Michael Jackson with Freddie Mercury. There are also probably some of Michael himself somewhere at Queen concerts from 1980-1983....

JUST HERE TO SEE A FRIEND.”

Michael is politely trying to sidestep an inquiring young woman decked out with the latest video equipment. She blocks the corridor leading to the warren of dressing rooms beneath the L.A. Forum.

“Can I tell my viewers that Michael Jackson is a Queen fan?”

“I’m a Freddie Mercury fan,” he says, slipping past her into a long room crowded with Queen band members, wives, roadies and friends. A burly man with the look of a linebacker is putting lead singer Freddie Mercury through a set of stretching exercises that will propel his road-weary muscles through the final show of the group’s recent U.S. tour. The band is merry. Michael is shy, standing quietly at the door until Freddie spots him and leaps up to gather him in a hug.

Freddie invited Michael. He has been calling all week, mainly about the possibility of their working together. They’ve decided to try it on the Jacksons’ upcoming album. Though they are hardly alike – Freddie celebrated a recent birthday by hanging naked from a chandelier – the two have been friendly since Michael listened to the material Queen had recorded for The Game and insisted that the single had to be “Another One Bites the Dust.”

“Now, he listens to me, right Freddie?”

“Righto, little brother.”

The linebacker beckons. Freddie waves his cigarette at the platters of fruit, fowl and candy. “You and your friends make yourselves comfortable.”

Our  escort, a sweet-faced, hamfisted bodyguard, is consulting with security about seat locations. There had been girls lurking outside the condo when Michael sprinted to the limousine, girls peering through the tinted glass as the door locks clicked shut. This was all very puzzling to Michael’s guest, who was waiting in the car.

He is a real friend, one of the civilians, so normal as to pass unseen by the jaded eyes of celebrity watchers. He has never been to a rock concert, nor has he ever seen Michael perform. He says he hopes to, but mainly, they just hang out together. Sometimes his younger brother even tags along. Most of the time they just talk “just regular old stuff,” says the friend. For Michael, it is another kind of magic.

At the moment, though, it’s show business as usual. Gossip, to be specific. Michael is questioning a dancer he knows about the recent crises of a fallen superstar. Michael wants to know what the problem is. The dancer mimes his answer, laying a finger alongside his nose. Michael nods, and translates for his friend: “Drugs. Cocaine.”

Michael admits that he seeks out such gossip, and listens again and again as the famous blurt out their need for escape. “Escapism,” he says. “I totally understand.”

But addictions are another thing. “I always want to know what makes good performers fall to pieces,” he says. “I alway try to find out. Because I just can’t believe it’s the same things that get them time and time again.” So far, his own addictions – the stage, dancing, cartoons – have been free of toxins.

Something’s working on Michael now, but it is nothing chemical. He’s buzzing like a bumblebee trapped in a jelly jar. It’s the room we’re in, he explains. So many times, he’s stretched and bounced and whipped up on his vocal chords right here, got crazy in here, pumping up, shivering like some flighty race horse as he wriggled into his sequined suit.

“I can’t stand this,” he fairly yells. “I cannot sit still.”

Just before he must be held down for his own good, Randy Jackson rockets into the room, containing his brother in a bear hug, helping him dissipate some of the energy with a short bout of wrestling. This is not the same creature who tried to hide behind a potato chip.

Now Michael is boxing with the bodyguard, asking every minute for the time until the man mercifully claps a big hand on the shoulder of his charge and says it: “Let’s go.”

Mercury and company have already begun moving down the narrow hall, and before anyone can catch him, Michael is drawn into their wake, riding on the low roar of the crowd outside, leaping up to catch a glimpse of Freddie, who is raising a fist and about to take the stairs to the stage.

“Ooooh, Freddie is pumped,” says Michael. “I envy him now. You don’t know how much.”

Part two?

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[natromanxoff]

Daily Mirror - April 22, 1992

Credits to Roberto Macchi.

RICK SKY’S THE LIMIT WITH THE STARS AT THE FREDDIE MERCURY TRIBUTE

THE SHOW WILL GO ON

QUEEN are to reign again… but under a new name.

Remaining members Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon last night revealed they want to continue working together.

Drummer Roger confirmed after the tribute to Freddie Mercury: “There are projects in the pipeline, but we won’t be called Queen.

“It wouldn’t be right to use the name without Freddie.”

Guitarist Brian added: “Queen died with Freddie, but there is the rest of us. We’ve already proved we work very well together and there’s no reason why we can’t do so again.”

He admitted lying about Freddie having AIDS last year.

“We felt no guilt about protecting Freddie,” he said. “We told everyone the group wouldn’t tour again because we didn’t feel like it, but in reality Freddie was too ill."

Brian said the star-studded gig at Wembley Stadium was very important to the band.

“It was our way of saying goodbye to Freddie. We needed to lay him to rest in our own minds so that we can move on," he said.

• QUEEN are to release THREE new albums, including one recorded in Switzerland before Freddie's death. There will also be a Live At Wembley '86 album and a five CD box set featuring rare and unheard songs from their long chart career.

[Photo caption: BRIAN May gave Lisa Stansfield (pictured arriving at the gig) a hug after her version of I Want To Break Free, and told the Lancashire lass: "You were marvellous." Bob Geldof (pictured balow with Paula Yates) paid Freddie a real floral tribute — by wearing a yellow and green sunflower patterned suit.]

[Photo caption: ROYAL TREATMENT: Roger with Debbie Leng and Brian with Anita Dobson]

Tears from sad mum

FREDDIE'S mother Jer watched the tribute to her son with tears in her eyes. She got Freddie started on his musical career. Freddie once admitted: "If it wasn't for my mother I wouldn't have been a musician. She made sure I studied the piano.”

The late singer's ex-girlfriend, Mary Austin, who inherited a large part of his multi-million pound estate, also watched the proceedings, with Brian May's girlfriend, ex-EastEnders star Anita Dobson, and Roger Taylor's girlfriend Debbie Leng.

• LIZA Minnelli was one of Freddie's idols. But it was touch and go whether she would make the big event.

Said a source: "She came despite a lot of other commitments. She was marvellous." Dazzling Liza certainty perked up moody Guns N’ Roses singer Axl Rose at the post-gig party. The outrageous star gave up sulking at a comer table and joined Liza in a bop to the Stones’ Brown Sugar.

• GUNS N’ Roses' behaviour left concert organisers fuming. The bad-boy rockers refused to rehearse with the other stars or even stay at the same hotel.

A source close to Guns N’ Roses said: "The band were worried about security. If they appeared cold towards other stars it was because, frankly, they were in awe of some of the other big names."

• MILLIONS of fans almost missed the last part of the Freddie tribute. Council officials had imposed a strict 10pm curfew on the concert and were about to pull the plug when it ran over time. Fans would have missed the last four songs, including the all-star finale. But quick-thinking BBC producers persuaded them to let it continue.

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #queen scans #daily mirror april 1992 #anita dobson #debbie leng #lisa stansfield #bob geldof #paula yates #liza minnelli #guns n roses #axl rose

[lookinglass-fic]

The Stars Are Not Wanted Now (Put Out Every One)

SPOILERS FOR GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 4.5k - Crowley/Aziraphale - Post-Canon - Angst - Someone give Crowley a hug for godssakes - Crowley deserves gay friends and a wine night

Funny, it is, how Crowley still expects Aziraphale to see him leaning there against the Bentley like a warning and realise. How one brief glimpse, one final last shot, Angel, might change his mind when the rest of it didn’t. The bloody grovelling and the pouring out of his non-existent heart. That kiss against lips as unmoving as stone.

Aziraphale looks back for one moment that lasts an absolute age, and then he’s gone, the Heavenly elevator swallowing him up and disappearing as if it never even existed.

Crowley’s chest stutters. Funny old thing, this corporation of his. Acts of its own volition sometimes. He doesn’t need to breathe, but suddenly it feels like he’s drowning.

He waits a half second too long, and suddenly someone is there at his elbow, gazing off down the street in the same direction as him. There’s nothing to see.

“You alright?” Nina asks.

He doesn’t trust himself to speak just now. Swallows thickly—there goes his body doing human things again—and shakes his head.

“What’s happened?”

“He’s gone,” he manages, after a moment, and lowers himself into the car. Nina stops the door with her hand before it can close.

“Gone,” she says, like it’s silly, like it’s a mistake. “What d’you mean, gone?”

Crowley levels a glare at her, but she doesn’t look moved.

“There is no way that that man,” she says, pointing to the bookshop as if he were still there, “that… that lovesick, puppy dog of a man has heard what you’ve had to say and then just left.”

“Well, that’s bloody well what happened!” Crowley shouts. Doesn’t apologise for it, either. He’s a demon, after all. Or was, once. The empty place where his conscience should be might feel bad about it, later.

Nina lets him close the door, but he doesn’t start the car. Just sits there, feeling the hush from his plants in the backseat, like even they are too stunned to quake.

Nina’s still there at the open window with her arms crossed. “Listen,” she says, “I should be off around 8:30, if you want to, I dunno, chat, or whatever. We could have a pint or four.” She nods toward the pub, toward the place where his world just came to an end.

He doesn’t have it in him to say he’d sooner drink holy water than enter that pub ever again.

“Thanks,” he says instead. “Another time.”

He starts the car. Vera Lynn starts crooning at him over the speakers. He mashes a finger against the off button before she can turn into Freddie Mercury. No nightingales, he thinks as he speeds away.

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#good omens #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens fanfic #good omens s2 #crowley and aziraphale #crowley good omens #anthony j crowley #crowley #good omens crowley #aziracrow #ineffable boyfriends #otp: ineffable #it's ineffable #ineffable partners #ineffable husbands #fanfic #good omens fic #good omens fanfiction #my fic

[the-books-are-a-magic-world]

Just another Stommy headcannon:

So, Tommy's favorite band is Queen. He loves it. Absolutely. So, when Freddie Mercury died, he was washed in tears.

He knew it was pathetic. He was a twenty-five years old man and was crying in a car because Freddie Mercury had died.

The thing is, he ears from it in his car on the radio, while he is driving to Steve's. So when he gets home he just opens the door and runned to Steve to hug him.

Steve, who was in the middle of the hallway seeing something. Steve, who immediately hugged Tommy back while he cried in his shoulders. Steve, the most wonderfull boyfriend that anyone could want that was Tommy's.

-Tommy, hey. Calm down, calm down... What's up little bird?

Tommy, who had his head on Steve's right shoulder tried to talk.

-Stevie... Did your the news...?

-No Tommy. I was just listening to Everybody wants to rule the world. Why for? Breed before you talk, love.

Tommy sobbed. -He Died! Freddie Mercury died! He had AIDS!

Steve just freezes for a little and Tommy actually thinks that Steve gonna laugh at him. Saying that he is stupid and an asshole for crying for a singer's death. And it was faire wasn't it? I mean, he was a grown ass man crying over a singer.

But Steve doesn't do any of these things. By the other side, Steve just leads him to the his bedroom and hugs Tommy tighter.

-Hey, hey... it's fine. I'm so sorry Tommy. I know how important he was to you. Breed, breed... That's it. In and out. That's my boy. My beautiful boy. It's gonna be alright little bird. It's gonna be alright.

Tommy lays down all over Steve, who keeps mumbling nice things on his ear while rubbing his back. Tommy put's his head on Steve's shoulder and slowly fall's asleep.

When he wakes up its already night and he can smell pancakes and eggs and fried bacon. He slowly gets up, just to understand that he was covered with a blanket and that his All Stars weren't in his feets anymore.

He goes to the kitchen just to see a concentrate Steve Harrington doing him food.

-Hey Stevie.

Says Tommy, walking to Steve and buring his face in Steve's neck.

-Hey Tommy. Feeling better?

-Yeah. You know you didn't need to cook for me, right?

Steve looks at him while pouring another ladle of pasta. -Tommy, you're my boyfriend. When you come crying for whatever the hell it is, I will do anything to make you fell better. Besides that, we are in our college vacations. It's to enjoy while we can just eat breakfast whenever we want.

Tommy gave a little smirk.

-Yeah, I guess so.

And then they eated and had a nice breakfast at nine pm.

Later that night, while they are doing sweet, sweet love while wearing to Old-fashioned-lover-boy in Steve's bed, all that Tommy thinks about is how lucky he is for having Steve and while he has him, he will always be fine by the end of the night.

#stommy #steve x tommy #tommy hagan x steve harrington #Tommy's pet name is little bird #Fluff

[cloudycleric]

they just need to kiss already theyre so close & theyve been friends for so long they need to feel the cold in their fingertips & the warmness of a fluffy blanket & cuddle & lock everyone out & just have each other & have a good hard cry with each other & they just need to have the most somber & sweet hug as the rain pours down around them, & mike needs to have the hardest cry he's ever had after finally admitting to himself as gay & they need to finally destroy the upside down stand there & have will reclaim literally all of his trauma as mike is standing there & crying because he knows he cant help will on this journey & then they just need to hug & cry into each other's shirts & realize that theyve been through so much but they just love each other & they always have, but the world around them is so shitty & they need to hug each other tight so tight it's hard to breathe & then time waits for no one by freddie mercury or who wants to live forever by queen needs to play as the sun finally rises behind them, & they realize that even though everything hurts right now things will get better because they have each other, because until then the entire world has been against the world but now they can just finally be with each other & realize that they've finally made it to a future where they are together forever & then they realize they don't even need to kiss because they are already being the most intimate & vulnerable with each other, they just need a hug & a good long cry &

#byler

[freddie-mercury-rising]

Day 25: Lily of the Valley from Sheer Heart Attack

This song concludes the 3 part medley that began with Tenement Funster. As I said, the transition from Flick of the Wrist is epic and beautiful.

Then, Freddie’s piano takes over in the most lovely way. 

“I am forever searching high and low” – okay, if anyone ever doubts Freddie Mercury’s voice, they are dead to me. Because this man’s voice! No words.

“But why does everybody tell me no”  – hot damn those notes he hits! His voice has such a range and this song shows it off. 

“Neptune of the seas…an answer for me please / The lily of the valley doesn’t grow.” These lyrics feel very autobiographical in a kind of a sad way. I also love how Freddie is doing his own vocal backing/harmonizing. I love nothing more than Freddie Mercury with a side of Freddie Mercury.

“But each time I grow old…”–This is where the song breaks through and gains this powerful momentum. You can feel the emotion in every single bit of this line. It starts soft and lilting and then it cranks through these different notes and (non-musician here trying to explain musical terms) just sounds effortless, even though that seems like a pretty bad-ass thing to do with one’s voice.

“Serpent of the Nile, relieve me for a while.” I sense his desperation in this, and it makes me want to weep. 

Brian May says of this song: “Lily of the Valley was utterly heartfelt. It's about looking at his girlfriend and realising that his body needed to be somewhere else. It's a great piece of art, but it's the last song that would ever be a hit.” 

In this line about asking the serpent to cast him from his spell, I feel Freddie’s inner turmoil about his sexuality. To me, he is alluding to the so-called sin of lust and desire, a spell he claims he is under that he wishes to shake off. While a lily is a symbol of purity and goodness, the spell Freddie says he is under (his desire for men) feels separate from that. It makes me want to give Freddie a huge hug! . “Messenger from Seven Seas has flown/ To tell the king of Rhye he's lost his throne” - Here we have a throwback to the mythical land of Rhye again. Very interesting symbology there too, if you ask me. What I love about Freddie is that he can be so poignant with so much of this, but then he’d probably just wave it off and say “Oh, darling, it was about fairies and ogres!” 

“Wars will never cease, is there time enough for peace? / But the lily of the valley doesn't know”  - The end of this seems so full of calm regret. 

Brian’s guitar sounds almost like a violin at times in this. It’s beautiful. In lieu of a guitar solo, he does this kind of prophetic send off. 

Overall, what a gorgeous song that speaks of love and loss and regret and melancholy. It’s one of my favorites.

#Queen a Day #Queen band #queen #freddie mercury #brian may #roger taylor #john deacon #queen albums #sheer heart attack #sheer heart attack album #lily of the valley #lily of the valley song #music review #music review from non musician

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter Sixteen: Music Pt. 7

Envy opened their eyes finally after being trapped in that painful memory only to be surrounded by Lust, Gluttony, Dolly, Hughes, Dorian, and weirdly enough, Freddy. It was something that deep down, Envy had wished for all those centuries ago as they got hugged by a worried Dolly. Slowly, Envy wrapped their hands around Dolly and hugged her right back, getting that much needed comfort they craved for. Freddy was relieved that the horrible reptile that tormented him was alright and wasn’t attempting to do despicable things right away. Slowly, Envy started to sit up from the couch after being out of it for a while to regain their footing after realizing just who poisoned them with mercury. All those years of being told it was their own fault for attempting to make the stone with mercury, was simply just lies from Dante. Those centuries of having to deal with the periodic return of the mercury poisoning and the pain that came with it was all that horrific mother’s doing.

 “I got good news….I no longer want to murder that bastard Hoheinheim..” Envy spoke after a while of processing that new information. “That’s great news Envy, you’re moving in the right…” Lust started, hopeful that Envy was growing up into a better homunculus before the next statement shattered her expectations. “I want to murder Dante instead.” Envy said in an eerily cheery tone laced with arsenic.

 “....you know what, it’s still progress, so I’m letting that one slide since we are going to kill off Dante anyways.” Lust figured things were good enough with Envy to let the murder goal change slide for now.

 “How are you feeling? You were out for a while. I have a parfait waiting for you in the freezer to enjoy.” Dolly calmly said as she let Envy out of the hug to go collect their parfait. “Terrible, but I’m definitely going for that parfait, thank you Dolly.” Envy slowly got up from the couch to go get that parfait that was waiting for them.

 “Maybe after the parfait, if you’re comfortable with this Envy, do you want to talk about what happened?” Dolly asked as she watched Envy go get that parfait to enjoy.

 “Sure, let’s talk on the rooftop after I’m done with my parfait.” Envy decided to finally be fully opened to Dolly about what happened as they reached the fabled fridge.

 “I still say you should’ve gotten everyone here ice cream Dolly if you were going to do that for Envy.” Freddy huffed a bit, though glanced at Envy to make sure they were moving alright after being so still like that.

  “Shut up Face Fur, Envy’s been through enough bullshit, you can get yourself your own ice cream if you want one so badly.” Dorian mouthed off to Freddy before violently starting to cough up something.

 “Ewww Dorian, what the hell is wrong with you!?” Freddy yelped as clay slip splattered across his chest from Dorian. “Herk…Herk….Herk….HORK!” Dorian heaved and launched out a large clay covered mass that splattered onto the floor with a clatter in a single cough.

 Everyone froze in their place, staring at the clay mound on the ground that Dorian coughed up in a disgusting fashion. Dorian simply walked away from the mess he made as he climbed back onto the couch to relax after giving his input. Freddy was gagging a bit from the rancid vinegar and soured earth smell that was coming from the clay mound as Dolly went to check  on Dorian to make sure he was alright. The only one that did bother to investigate what exactly Dorian coughed up was Lust who was in the mindset of getting this bullshit done and over with. Hughes, Gluttony, and Envy watched Lust as she picked up the clay mound to inspect it before taking it to the sink to rinse off. The soft stream of water glided against the mound, slowly peeling away the layers of clay like a potato. The four homunculis’ eyes widened at what the water revealed the mound to be, it was a fully formed Philosopher’s Stone in all its glory. The fresh cut meat red of the stone glistened in the artificial lights as everyone stared in awe.

 “How…how did Dorian manage to make the stone…” Lust spoke after a moment of processing of what she was holding.

 “....I think I know…you know how diamonds are made from pressurized carbon? Dorian’s body must have acted like an athanor for the little red stones we were feeding him this whole time…it must have pressurized the red stones into forming into a massive perfected Philosopher’s Stone..” Freddy finally spoke upon realizing he had inadvertently made a walking athanor with an attitude problem.

 “And you would be very correct on that theory sir, though I will say it had been the worst experience of my life.” A voice spoke from within the Philosopher’s Stone causing Freddy to pass out from the shock.

 “.....I didn’t know the Philosopher's Stone could speak…” Dolly quietly said as her eyes widened a bit at the unfolding event.

 “Oh yes, apparently a fully perfected stone can speak after a democratic voting had taken place. I am Doctor Tim Markoh, speaking on behalf of all the souls inside of this rock with me and we all agreed to say this to the homunculi present in this room: Fuck you and your damn agenda, we’re not going to make you human after the hell you put everyone of us through.” Dr. Tim Markoh announced, getting Lust very offended by that tone. “....Dorian mind if we put the stone back inside of you until it cleans up their collective language?” Lust looked at Dorian who simply turned Lust away. “I evicted Tiny Timmy fairly from this body, he’s your problem now.” Dorian simply stated not wanting to re-pressurize the stone any further.

 “Your athanor has spoken and frankly, we too refuse to go back in there, it was a nightmare! We still have the yellowjackets inside here that we’ve been battling with too from the previous week!” Tim the Stone explained from the collective trauma of being made into the stone had brought to everyone.

 “Okay, so Tiny Timmy said no to using him, okay, then we're just going to use him as bait for Dante to lure her out. Lust, you know what you must do now that we have this rude rock with us.” Envy instructed, their need for revenge becoming stronger towards Dante now more than Hohenheim.

 “Does that mean I’m off the hook for being the replacement for Pride, right?” Hughes asked in a hopeful tone, praying it meant he can go back to his wife and daughter with Ruby in hand.

 “Oh definitely, Dante will forget about you once she gets that stone in her talons.” Envy stated who watched Lust make that phone call to Dante about the stone.

 As Lust was delivering the message to Dante about the stone finally being created and ready to use, Dolly went to carefully pick up Freddy and get him into bed after the fright he had from the talking people soup rock. Envy, who couldn’t care less of what some rock thought of them, listened along to the phone call as Lust explained how they managed to gather a stone for her to use. Soon in Envy’s thoughts, soon they would trap Dante and torment her for the agony they had to endure because of that maladjusted mother’s poisoned fish stunt. From the tone Envy could hear from the phone, it was a happy sort of voice coming from Dante, it felt like the drippings of sickly sweetened honey laced with poison to Envy. The interaction was brief as Lust hung up the phone and placed Timmy the Stone on the counter. Gluttony sat at the couch with Dorian as he watched Lust and Envy for the news of what was going to happen now.

 “Dante is satisfied that the stone is now ready for her, however, she will call back later for a pick up date on the stone. Dante’s still promising to turn us human, though I’m sure our mineral and soul based friend over there would greatly disagree with Dante.” Lust informed Envy as they finished their parfait. “Good, she doesn’t suspect a thing yet. We won’t be letting Greed know about the stone just yet, I’m sure he’d just run off with it the moment Timmy is brought up.” Envy started making their way over to Dolly who had picked up Dorian to bring along for the rooftop. 

 “Valid point, Greed would likely run off with the stone, though to be fair, I wouldn’t mind at this point since the stone has a rather terrible mouth on it.” Lust truly wanted the rude stone to be gone after the interaction they had.

 “Can we please be placed on a pillow or something soft? This is uncomfortable being on the counter like this.” TIm Markoh requested from the kitchenette countertop, clearly having a not so great time all together. “...Okay, we can get you on the couch then with Gluttony.” Lust unceremoniously lifted the Philosopher’s Stone from the countertop and plopped it onto the couch with Gluttony.

 As the group spread apart to do their own things now that the plan was in motion. Envy, Dolly, and Dorian decided to simply teleport up to the rooftop instead to enjoy the star lit skies up above. Hughes on the other hand, went to check on Ruby to make sure she was sleeping well to keep his mind off on having to encounter Dante once again. Back at the mansion, however, things were far from being the easy deal initially planned when Sloth finally arrived with the recording device for Dante’s listening pleasures. Dante was in the middle of opening a bottle of port to celebrate the fact the stone was created and ready to use for her pursuit of eternal youth and life when Sloth entered the room. The exchange was brief between Sloth and Dante as the recording device was exchanged for a new order to fetch the wanted criminal Kimblee. Once Sloth was out of the room, curiosity got the best of Dante as she sat down to listen to the recording to figure out what else had unfolded with her child and the other homunculi. The smile Dante once had on her face slowly started to morph into one of shock and rage when a certain little plan came into light. A loud and rage filled scream could be heard throughout the cottage villa mixed with the small infant crying shortly after.

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#The Wayfarer #FMA 03 #Fullmetal Alchemist #FMA #Fan Fiction #FMA Fan Fiction #Writing #Envy the Jealous #Envy #Lust the Lascivious #Lust #Gluttony the Voracious #Gluttony #Dante #Hughes Maes #OCs #Sloth the Indolent #Sloth #Homunculus #Homunculi

[live-laugh-loverpool]

Hey, can you make some fanfic between Fabinho and Bobby? I miss them playing together.

Maybe a fanfic with them reuniting after the second game against Wolves. As far as I know, Bobby doesn't watch the games Virgil does.

Maybe something with emotion and lots of hugs. I miss my Brazilians

Hey, @rubybecker-rb2! I started with that idea, but then (as usual) I got carried away. This is a long one, and you might want to bring out Google Translate 😉 Don't worry, it's still got the feels

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @moomin279, @rist-mlts

Song: "We Are The Champions" by Freddie Mercury/Queen

The Three Brazilians’ Night Out

Firmino really missed seeing his teammates happy. It wasn’t like they were never happy—they were still pretty cheerful most of the time—but it was a period of turmoil for all Liverpudlians and things were generally taking a downturn.

Due to a stubborn calf injury, Firmino hadn’t played with his Brazilian teammates since the World Cup break. It was driving him crazy to just sit idly by while his teammates gave their all on the pitch.

Firmino was very observant, and he’d noticed that some of his teammates were struggling with their mental health. Fabinho…well, even Firmino couldn’t find the right words to describe Fabinho.

The midfielder didn’t seem to show any emotion at all besides happiness. Firmino knew that Fabinho was disappointed at his drop in form—so why didn’t he show it? Even an eighteen year old was playing better than Fabinho now.

And Alisson had grown so unpredictable. The keeper, who was normally shy and friendly, now alternated between lashing out at people and refusing to speak. Firmino hardly recognized his friends’ behavior anymore. It was like they’d been possessed by completely different people.

They needed to relax, Firmino decided. They needed to go out and have fun, just like they’d always done. They needed to take their minds off football.

That was why after the 0-0 draw vs. Chelsea, Firmino did something he never thought he’d do.

*

“Kostas!” Firmino sprinted through the halls, desperately trying to catch up with Tsimikas. “I need your help.”

Tsimikas spun on his heel, surprise crossing his regular chill expression. “What’s up, man?”

“More like what’s down. Ali and Fabi are so down. So am I. What I mean to say is…” Firmino drew a deep breath, allowing himself to think about his question before he regretted it. “Is your nightclub open tonight?”

Tsimikas’ face lit up as if Firmino had announced he found the Holy Grail. “Hell yeah, it is! We’re even gonna have some special performers tonight. Why’d you ask?”

“Me and meus companheiros are stressed out,” Firmino explained. “It’s so obvious that even you’ve noticed, Kostas. Ali never yelled at us before and look at what happened vs. Brentford. Fabi’s like a robot, always trying to be cheerful for everybody else’s sake but I can see he’s hurting. We need to relax.”

Tsimikas frowned in thought, and for a while Firmino feared that the Greek was going to say no. Tsimikas tended to leap before he looked, but everybody on the team was quite aware that Alisson was one of their best players right now and so he couldn’t risk doing anything that would jeopardize his availability. Firmino was healing from an injury and Fabinho was already in bad form, so Klopp would be rather annoyed if any of them showed up drunk—or worse. Firmino wasn’t sure about his best friends’ drinking habits, but he guessed that they weren’t too bad since he’d never seen them drunk.

“Okay.”

The Brazilian beamed, squeezing Tsimikas in a tight bear hug. “Oh, thank you Kostas!”

“Kanéna próvlima, fíle,” said Tsimikas in Greek, extracting himself from Firmino's grasp. “We open at seven tonight. Just don’t get too drunk—--the boss will kill you. I speak from experience.”

Firmino smirked. Henderson had told all of them about the time Klopp and the coaching staff had first discovered Tsimikas’ “secret” nightclub. “I won’t.”

*

Firmino waltzed into the garden, whistling a merry tune. He frowned slightly upon seeing Alisson staring into space on a swing, while Fabinho listlessly hung upside down from a tree, but brightened up upon remembering what he’d come for.

“Get dressed, manos!” Firmino sang out, tossing brochures at the two. “We’re hanging out tonight, no objections!”

Fabinho snapped out of his dull demeanor as soon as he realized Firmino was there, flashing a thumbs-up at his compatriot. “I’m already hanging—from this tree!”

Fabinho’s weak attempt at a joke didn’t amuse Firmino in the slightest. “Come on, Fabi. That joke is older than the pyramids. Admit it—you feel just as rotten as Ali and I do.”

Fabinho sighed, righting himself and sitting on the branch. “It’s just that…it can get so gloomy around here, you know? I feel like I need to cheer us up.”

“I couldn’t agree more with the gloomy part, Fabi.” Alisson finally seemed to realize what was going on around him, but he still seemed absentminded. “But you don't have to do that if you don't feel like it. It's not your job to make us feel better.”

“Then whose job is it?” Fabinho leant against the tree trunk. Every inch of him screamed exasperation. “I’m playing like crap, Bobby’s injured and we keep having bad results no matter how well you play.”

“I could play better.”

“Ali, for the fifty-first time: that’s not your fault.”

Alisson shook his head, jumping off the swing and climbing the tree. “Don’t say that about yourself, Fabi. That’s really harsh.”

“An eighteen year old is playing better than I am.”

“Bro, you’re being too harsh on yourself. Both of you are.” Firmino decided to intervene, climbing up on the same branch as Alisson and Fabinho. “I think we all need to relax. That’s why we’re going to Kostas’ nightclub tonight.”

Alisson nearly fell off the branch when he heard the word nightclub. “Você é louco, Roberto? The boss will kill us.”

“Not if we stay away from the alcohol and get back before it’s too late,” Firmino argued. “The boss won’t prevent us from having a little fun.”

Fabinho stroked his beard in thought, a mischievous smirk crossing his features. “I guess it can’t be too bad.”

“I still think it’s a bad idea,” said the goalkeeper. Firmino internally groaned—Alisson could be rather stubborn sometimes.

“Kostas owns the nightclub, Ali. It’s not like he’s going to drug our drinks or something.” Fabinho turned towards Firmino, grinning from ear to ear. “Let’s go. When’s it open?”

Firmino pointed to the brochure. “Seven. Come on, Ali, it won’t be so bad! It’s not like there’s going to be strippers or anything. Kostas is a little unhinged but he wouldn’t do that.”

Alisson thought about it for a while before nodding. “Alright, let’s go. It’s been too long since I hung out with you guys,” he announced, pulling the other two into a hug.

Firmino hugged them back, then began the process of climbing down the tree. “Get dressed. We leave at six!”

*

Finding the nightclub was harder than any of them had thought it would be. For somebody who couldn’t keep a secret from the others if his life depended on it, Tsimikas had concealed his nightclub well. Thankfully the Greek had given them instructions, but they were just as cryptic as the location.

“Are you sure this is it?” Fabinho asked, staring at the building they’d just parked in front of. The white letters on the front said LAUNDROMAT, and stuck all over its windows were so many detergent ads one couldn’t see inside the building.

Firmino shrugged, stepping out of the car. “Well, Kostas wouldn’t lead us to a laundromat for a night out. So this must be it.”

Alisson exited the car, freezing once his feet hit the floor. “Um, guys?”

“What’s wrong?” Fabinho was still in the car with the door closed. “Don’t tell me you ran into a scorpion.”

Alisson shook his head, pointing towards the ground. “I don’t think a laundromat should have sand all over its parking lot.”

Firmino looked down at his feet, and then around them. Indeed, the whole parking was covered in sand and dirt instead of standard pavement. “Maybe Kostas wanted a beach effect?”

Fabinho cautiously stepped out from the car, gingerly crossing the lot. “It better be for a good reason. I just bought these Michael Kors and I didn’t plan on getting them all sandy.”

Firmino struggled to hold back his laughter when he saw how Fabinho had tied plastic bags around his shoes. “I thought we agreed on casual wear, Fabi, not dress shoes!”

Fabinho ignored Firmino, relaxing once he got to the sidewalk. “So what? It’s my wardrobe. If I can stand in them, they’re casual wear.”

“Let’s go in and see what it’s like.” Alisson was already at the door. “I’ll go in first.”

“Nuh-uh!” Fabinho leapt in front of Alisson, shielding him from the still-closed door. “Remember what we talked about, abraçador: we need to protect you.”

“I’m older than you, Fabi,” Alisson argued, stepping out from behind Fabinho. “If anybody needs protection, it’s you.”

Fabinho rolled his eyes, facing Alisson but still blocking the door. “If anything, you’re the baby brother of all of us Brazilians.”

“As usual,” Alisson sighed. He nudged Fabinho aside, gripping the doorknob and preparing to turn it. “I’m still the baby brother even when I happen to be one year and twenty-one days older than you.”

“Muriel’s five years older than you.”

“Technically, he’s not five years older than me.”

“How correct—he’s five years and eight months older than you!”

“That’s five years and SEVEN months!!!”

“Rapazes!” Firmino pushed his way between them before the fighting got out of hand. “I thought we were supposed to be relaxing. Now we’re picking fights before we’ve even entered the nightclub.”

Firmino turned to Alisson, prying his hand off the doorknob. “And what got into you, Ali? You’ve never been one to argue this much. Now it’s like I’m hanging out with a different person. Você não é um lutador, você é um carinhoso. Where’s my abraçador?”

“Desculpe,” Alisson mumbled under his breath. Even though Firmino was four inches shorter than the keeper, it seemed like Alisson had shrunk. “I don’t know what got into me. I’ve never been so…”

“On the edge?” Fabinho offered. “I agree.”

Firmino rolled his eyes in annoyance, swatting at Fabinho. “Not helping, flaco. You’ve been stressed out, and this is how you’re coping with it. It’s not healthy but it’s understandable, and it’ll change in time. So what do you say, manos?” He gestured towards the door, which was still unopened. “Do you still want to go in?”

Fabinho and Alisson exchanged a glance, then they both nodded. “Yes.”

*

Firmino opened the door, gesturing for the other two to come in. Fabinho tried to hip-check Firmino into the nightclub and nearly fell to the ground, and Alisson ended up carrying Firmino in because he was laughing so hard.

They reached the main room and paused to inspect their surroundings. While the outside of the nightclub looked like a laundromat, the inside was full-blown nightclub. There was a large stage on one side of the room, and the remaining space mainly consisted of the dance floor minus a few tables and chairs grouped on the side. A few people wandered around the place—and the Brazilians recognized them immediately.

“That’s Mesut from Arsenal!” Firmino could identify the Turkish midfielder from anywhere with those eyes of his. “And Leandro, and Sergio Reguilon, and…is that Arthur?”

“So that’s what he does all the time!” Fabinho spotted somebody familiar on the stage, setting up a microphone. “Look, there’s Kostas.”

“Kos-ty!” Firmino called in a sing-song voice, approaching the stage. “Come on down, bro!”

“You’re here!” Tsimikas took the steps three by three, sprinting over to the group. “What do you think of the nightclub? Pretty slick, huh?”

“I have to admit, it’s impressive.” Alisson gestured towards the other players in the building. “You even brought other players here so we can avoid the press.”

“And they say I’m light on intelligence!” Tsimikas extended a tray towards the three. The tray held many tiny glasses filled with an unknown drink. “Try these. They’re from the kitchen.”

“Who’s head of the kitchen?” Firmino asked, stepping in front of his compatriots. He didn’t think Tsimikas would give them anything harmful, but as the oldest of the three he felt personally responsible for ensuring nothing went wrong.

“Relax, man.” Tsimikas seemed to pick up on Firmino’s concerns, holding up one of the shot glasses. “It isn’t whisky or anything, it’s just a new pina colada recipe. Thiago made it.”

“Hold up, Thiago’s here too? How many people are there?”

“Me, Thiago, Leandro, Arthur, Mesut and Sergio run the place,” Tsimikas explained. “I do the DJ work, but we don’t have regular performers. Sometimes people from the crowd come on stage for stand-up comedy. We also bring in special performers, like tonight—”

Tsimikas was cut off by a bright yet standard ringtone. Pulling his cellphone out of his jean pocket, he briefly apologized to his teammates and pressed the device to his ear.

“Hello? Yes, this is him. What about it? WHAT?! You’ve got to be kidding me, can’t you do anything about it? Well…okay. Thanks for trying.” He hung up with a shout of frustration, slamming his phone onto a table. “Anáthema!”

Firmino approached Tsimikas, placing a hand on his shoulder. “What’s the matter?”

“The performers’ plane got canceled.” Tsimikas groaned, tossing his hands into the air. “The patrons will be here soon, and it’s too late to hire any other entertainment!”

“I was really looking forward to that,” said Alisson, much to Firmino’s surprise. Alisson hadn’t seemed to really be excited about the nightclub, instead focusing on spending quality time with his teammates. “What was the performance going to be?”

Tsimikas dug out a brochure, smoothing out a million wrinkles from the pages and spreading it out on a table. Firmino recognized it as the same brochure Tsimikas had given him before.

“It’s a Brazilian group, Os Três Brasileiros,” Tsimikas explained. “They mainly perform pop songs, but they were going to do arena rock for the first time tonight.”

Fabinho raised an eyebrow, inspecting the brochure. “You know what that translates to, guys?”

Tsimikas nodded. “Well, duh. It translates to ‘The Three Brazilians’. But I’m not sure what you mean by that.”

“Wait a minute.” Firmino slowly caught on to Fabinho’s idea, gripping the table. “We’re three Brazilians, Kostas!”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Alisson’s eyes widened as he stepped away from the table. “We’re going to sing rock, on stage? I’m not so sure…”

“Come on, man!” Tsimikas cajoled him, slinging an arm around Alisson’s shoulders. “It’s not a hard song, and we’ve got half an hour until the patrons come. They won’t throw fruit or anything, I promise.”

“Well…okay,” Alisson agreed. “But I’m not going to get into any crazy getups.”

Firmino held on to the table so he wouldn’t run towards the stage already. He could hardly wait for the patrons to come so the three could sing together. The last time he, Fabinho and Alisson had sang together was after they’d won the Premier League, and that was nearly three years ago. It had been far too long since they’d performed together.

Even if Tsimikas’ nightclub wasn’t where Firmino expected their next trio appearance to be.

*

“Patrons of the club!” Tsimikas shouted into the microphone half an hour later. His hair, usually styled into his now-famous man bun, stuck upwards in a tall, bright blue mohawk. “It is my honor to present to you tonight’s performance, at DA CLUB!”

“Are you sure we can do this, Bobby?” Fabinho asked Firmino for the fifth time.

Firmino had been especially worried about Fabinho when they agreed to perform. It wasn’t that Fabinho was a bad singer—quite the contrary, actually—but the midfielder was often so shy that he had problems giving interviews, much more performing in front of an audience. Alisson was almost as shy when it came to performing, leaving Firmino to worry about both of them.

“Of course we can do it,” Firmino reassured Fabinho. “It’s a judgment-free zone.”

“But it’s at a nightclub.”

“And it’s Kostas’ nightclub, so it’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know how unhinged Kostas can get.”

“He wouldn’t humiliate us.” Firmino stopped twirling the leather fringe on his jacket, gazing at Fabinho with what could only be classified as attempted serenity. “You’re a great singer Fabi, and you entertain people all the time with your skills. This is just another one of them.”

Fabinho stood from the bench he had been perched on, wrapping the shorter man in an embrace. “Gracas.”

Firmino reciprocated the hug, burying his head into Fabinho’s chest. “De nada, flaco.” 

They remained like that for a while, Tsimikas’ droning on in the background. Even the Greek’s loud announcer voice did nothing to break them up.

“Manos!” Alisson shouted over the music, pulling the pair back into reality. “It’s time for our act!”

Fabinho and Firmino reluctantly pulled apart, brushing themselves off. They linked hands with Alisson, stepping onto the stage as soon as the music started.

“Veja!” Fabinho whispered to his compatriots, pointing towards the crowd. “All of Leeds is there, and I see some Arsenal players there, too!”

“Focus on the music, Fabi,” said Firmino, gripping his friend’s hand tighter. “Focus on the music.”

Fabinho nodded. He closed his eyes as he began to sing.

I've paid my dues, time after time

I've done my sentence, but committed no crime

Alisson joined in. Firmino spotted him squeezing Fabinho’s hand in encouragement.

And bad mistakes, I've made a few

I've had my share of sand kicked in my face

But I've come through

And we mean to go on and on and on and on

It was time for the chorus. Firmino momentarily froze, as he hadn’t heard the song much before. Before he could panic though, Alisson and Fabinho joined in on what would have been his solo lines.

We are the champions, my friends

And we'll keep on fighting till the end

We are the champions, we are the champions

No time for losers

'Cause we are the champions of the World

The audience cheered, even though the song was only halfway. Jesse Marsch, one of Klopp’s best friends, flashed the three a thumbs up. Firmino grinned broadly, waving at the Leeds manager. He would have a good chat with him—but first Os Três Brasileiros II had a song to finish.

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[obsessivelollipoplalala]

"I'm trying to say I can be somebody's lover" 😭😭😭😭 This Freddie needed a massive hug

https://www.tumblr.com/freddie-mercury-rising/716103712014319616/myfairyqueenmercury-april-29-1985-34?source=share

That and, “I think my love is dangerous. Who wants their love to be safe?” Statements like that make more sense if we’re talking about someone who perhaps thought he couldn’t have a safe kind of love after multiple physically abusive relationships, doesn’t it?

And again, fast forward to a couple years later where he gushed over his relationship with Jim being a sort of solace, light at the end of the tunnel (or something very similar, I forget the exact phrase), and understanding. I really think he thought he had to settle for mediocre-to-bad relationships before Jim.

#Freddie Mercury #jim hutton #replies #Anonymous