Freddie Mercury imagines

Don't try suicide

Requested by Ziaperez514

We got angst coming up here...if it comes off as sensitive to some people then you're free to skip. If not, then feel free to read.

Trigger warning: Emotional abuse and attempted suicide

1978

"Sylvia, come on!" You exclaimed, dragging your best friend along with you and getting seated. 

You were going to see your boyfriend of a year now perform with his band, Queen. You had to be discreet so your parents didn't notice, so you brought along your best friend.

To say the least, your family did not have that strong of a bond with you. To your parents, your elder sister Margaret represented everything that you could never be. She could never do any wrong in your mother and father's eyes, she met all their expectations and couldn't have any imperfections even if she tried.

 Both her as well as your parents made that clear. You were constantly treated like an interloper, an outcast. Your parents made you do their bidding and made you feel as if you were a servant in your own house. 

Your sister acted the same way, no longer being the girl you would color with when you were little,no longer the confidant you would admit your deepest secrets to, no longer the girl who would hug you and talk heart to heart with you when you were feeling down.

Now she just acted as if you were her slave. She let the attention and favoritism bestowed upon her by your parents consume her and she changed into a completely different person. 

Your eyes lit up as the band came onto the stage, Freddie looking as radiant and gorgeous as ever. You clearly weren't the only one who thought so as the audience erupted into cheers, screaming and making lots of noise.

"Thank you, my beauties! Are you all having a good time!?"

"Only now that you're here." You thought to yourself as the crowd roared again.

"Thank you! We shall start off with a nice little medley for you, we will begin with a special little song called somebody to love!" Freddie smirked, sitting himself down at his beloved piano and playing the song's opening notes which resulted in a loud applause from the crowd.

After the concert, you went backstage where you came face to face with Freddie, who was chatting with Brian before excusing himself so he could speak with you.

"There you are, dear! I was looking for you." He grinned, hugging you as you approached him.

"For me? You're the one who put on such an amazing show!" You snorted, burying your face in his neck.

"It was good then?" He chuckled.

"Obviously, you numpty. I don't think you're capable of having a bad performance." You remarked, kissing his neck while giggling under your breath at the adorable blush that formed on his prominent cheeks.

Freddie was more shy than people took him for, he certainly had a wild and outrageous side, (You knew that from many experiences) but away from the press and offstage he was a bit more reserved and quiet. 

"I really don't know how long it's been since I've gotten an actual kiss from you, darling." He murmured, looking at you suggestively.

"Fine, here's your kiss you big baby," You rolled your eyes teasingly, pulling your head out of the singer's neck and attaching your lips to his. 

He kissed back hungrily, wrapping his arms around your waist as he drew a quiet moan from you.

"That's what I like to hear." He rasped, a smirk forming on his face.