Queen/BoRhap Imagines

Little Comforting Snippets

Ok so if you're like me you love Freddie sm and wish he was your bestie. And you also love seeing things where he's there for you when you need it so this chapter is just a few little snippets of that. You'll see, anyways enjoy:) and if you want someone to talk to my DMs are open. 

BEFORE I FORGET Go read "Clogs For Paws" It's a Brian May/Queen fanfic andITS SO GOOD

"I—-

You waited for the boys in a nearby seat, their plane having just landed. They'd been gone for months now, and you missed them so dearly. Most specifically Freddie, your best friend of 13 years. You watched as the employee opened the door to the jetway, and you watched as the boys soon came trudging out. Looking for some sort of familiar face. You ran up to Freddie and embraced him in a tight hug that neither of you wanted to end. You stared to softly cry into his broad chest, "Shhh. Darling its okay, I'll never leave you for that long ever again. I promise." He said, as he stroked your long hair. "Promise?" You ask, looking up at him. "Promise."

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(TW: S/H AND MENTION OF SUICIDE)

You lay, crying on the floor of the shower. Like you have been for the past hour and a half. "I need to hear his voice one last time.." You said to yourself as you got out. Not even bothering to turn off the water or dry off. I dont have to clean it up. I wont have to pay the bill. 

You dialed his number and waited as it rang. "Y/n! Hello! How are you darling?" He said, completely unaware of what was happening. "I just wanted to call and say that you're my best friend and that I love you." You said in between sniffles. "I love you too, are you ok? Is everything all right?" Worry in his voice. "Yeah i just had a bad day today is all." You tried to shrug it off. "I don't believe you. I'll be over soon." The line went dead. 

It would take at least fifteen minutes to get here, You thought. I'm just going to do it.

You stepped into the shower, tears threatening to escape as you grabbed your razor and held it to yourself, ready for it all to end. Everything would be gone. Your memories, your secrets, your talent, everything. Gone.

You heard your front door slam and some shuffling feet up the stairs. "Y/N?! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU." He yelled. And then he found you...

"No, no. No. Y/n listen to me." He said, pulling you out of the shower. "Please, I love you. Brian loves you, Roger and Deaky, Mary, we all love you. I know its hard sometimes, but you will get through this. I'm always here for you. You can come stay with Jim and I if you'd like, if you want the extra company. Just please, dont go. I'd be lost without you. Please. Everything will be alright."

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It had happened. He'd gotten it. And he died. November 24, 1991. He was gone. The rock legend that everyone loved, and. your best friend.

You sat with the band and Mary as the funeral began. Pretty soon you'd have to speak about this legend. You'd have to speak about him, without crying. Impossible.

You were filled with sorrow and rage and frustration. How could this happen? Why him? Of all people why him?

"And now, Y/N, one of his life long friends will be speaking for us today." You heard, and you kindly made your way up to the stand. 

"Where to begin, uhm. I'd just like to say that Freddie was my best friend. Growing up I never had  real friends, and to be honest I dont think he did either. He'd tell me stories about how other kids would bully him for his teeth, and I'd tell him about how i was bullied because of my appearance as well. He was always there for me, he saved me many times. And I truly believe that he is the reason I'm still alive today. It's so unfair that he didn't get to live a full life, but that surely doesn't mean that he didn't live his life to the fullest." You finished, and as the small crowd of people gave their quiet applause, you whispered, only so that you and him could hear:

"Ok, i admit it. You're better at scrabble than me."