Freddie Mercury imagines

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Requested by MIKESW1GGLUE

First 80s imagine I've in a while- First imagine I've done in a while, but it's a long one to make up for it  🤦‍♀️ I know I've apologized for doing one era more than the other sometimes but what can I say seventies Freddie is just too much 🥺 eighties Freddie is too ofc 😌 

For this one we guest star the second love of my life after Freddie, mah baby Michael :) THEY BOTH LOOK SO CUTE IN THAT PICTURE MY HEART IS GONNA EXPLODE

1982

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" 

You beamed at the sound of all those people chanting your name as you finished up your gig, it never got old. Never.

"SO LONG AND THANK YOU EVERYBODY! I LOVE YOU ALL!" You blew them a kiss, the screams of the audience increasing as you took a bow and headed off backstage. 

"God, that was exhilarating...They were really into it tonight.' You sighed as your assistant Bowie (Not David!)  handed you a towel and a glass of water.

"And so were you! That was probably one of your best concerts yet!" He patted your back as you took a swig of your water.

"Why thank you love, it certainly felt like one of my most energetic." You smirked, throwing yourself onto the nearest couch. 

You loved performing, touring, everything that came with it, it just took a toll on you sometimes once it was over. Not to mention you were constantly compared with Freddie Mercury of Queen, who had an even bigger connection to his audience than you did. He'd been in the business slightly before you, and the rivalry that the press painted of you too was far from fake. 

You'd met him only once at an award show, and you weren't exactly the best of buddies. The conversation wasn't too long and you really just didn't want to be associated with him yet the papers just couldn't leave the feud between you two alone.

You sighed and got a ride back to the hotel you were staying at, which coincidentally wasn't far from the home of a celebrity you most certainly didn't also have a feud with by the name of Michael Jackson. You two had made friends around the time Michael broke off from the Jackson five and you helped him find his way as a solo artist. 

You'd been talking more often since your America tour, you didn't have any more shows for a bit so you decided to call him.

"Hello?" 

You grinned at the sound of his adorably soft voice, you didn't like him in a romantic way even though the press spread rumors about you two being the opposite. You saw him as your little brother who you wanted to keep by your side.

"Hey Mike! It's Y/N." 

"Y/N! How are you? Didn't you have a concert today?"

"Yeah, it went really well! Really really well, probably the best crowd I've had yet.' You smiled as you thought again about how much the crowd enjoyed you.

"Gee, that's amazing! When's your next concert? I'll try to see if I can make it." 

"You're a sweetheart but it's not for a while, I can finally catch a break." You whined dramatically, making him giggle.

"Do you have anything to do tomorrow then? You're welcome to come over if not." He suggested, you nodding instantly though he couldn't see you. 

"Yeah, that'd be wonderful! 12 o clock?' You proposed.

"Sure! See you then." He agreed as he hung up.

You smiled and put the phone back onto the receiver, picking up a copy of the Sunday times and flipping through it, blinking as you saw the headline of the article.