Band Oneshots x Reader

Overwhelmed (Freddie Mercury) *

~Male reader. Mpreg~

The roar of the crowd at Live Aid is deafening, a sea of thousands unified in their love for music. I stand nervously backstage, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and dread. Today isn't just about Freddie's performance; it's about being thrust into the spotlight in a way I never expected.

Freddie Mercury, my boyfriend, is a force of nature. His charisma and energy are unparalleled, but today, I'm about to be part of his world in a way I hadn't bargained for. I've always preferred to stay out of the limelight, but Freddie, with his typical flamboyance, has other ideas.

I'm six months pregnant, and despite the thrill of the event, the added stress makes my anxiety palpable. I'm just trying to stay calm as Freddie's band prepares to take the stage.

I catch Freddie's eye, and his mischievous grin lights up his face. "Darling, are you ready for your grand debut?" he asks through the comms, excitement practically dripping from his voice.

Before I can answer, Freddie, with his usual dramatic flair, struts over to me. His outfit shimmers under the stage lights, and his eyes sparkle with an impish glint. He grabs my hand, and I'm momentarily stunned.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Freddie's voice booms across the arena, commanding attention with its power and charm. "Before we start, I have someone incredibly special to introduce! This is my dearest love, my rock, my heart! Let's give a warm welcome to the one who's been with me through it all!"

I freeze as Freddie pulls me onto the stage. The flood of bright lights is blinding, and the sea of faces makes my anxiety spike. Freddie lifts me effortlessly, holding me up as if I'm the crown jewel of the night.

The crowd's cheers are overwhelming, and despite the excitement, I'm feeling increasingly uncomfortable. Freddie places me gently on the stage and steps back, his radiant smile never fading.

"This is my beloved partner," Freddie continues, his voice rich with affection. "He's been my support, my guiding star. I want everyone to know just how much he means to me!"

The spotlight feels too intense, and I'm overwhelmed by the sheer attention. I glance at Freddie, my feelings a mix of frustration and confusion. I've always preferred to stay behind the scenes, and the sudden exposure is more than I can handle.

As the performance starts, I try to stay at the edge of the stage, feeling like a spectator in a show that wasn't supposed to include me. Freddie's charisma is on full display as he commands the stage, but I can't shake the growing unease within me.

After the show, Freddie finds me backstage, his exuberance still intact. He wraps me in a celebratory hug, but I pull away slightly, unable to mask my distress.

"Freddie," I finally say, my voice trembling. "I didn't want this. I never wanted to be in the spotlight. I wanted to support you quietly, not be paraded in front of thousands of people."

Freddie's face falls, his eyes wide with hurt and confusion. "Darling, I thought you'd love it! I wanted to share this moment with you, to let everyone see how wonderful you are. I thought it would be special."

"I know you meant well," I reply, my frustration bubbling over. "But this isn't what I wanted. I don't like being in the public eye. You know that. I'm just trying to cope with everything—being pregnant and all."

Freddie's eyes flash with a mix of anger and hurt. "So, you're telling me that my grand gesture was a mistake? That my feelings for you don't matter?"

"That's not what I'm saying!" I retort. "I'm saying that I feel overwhelmed and exposed. I need you to understand that not everyone wants the spotlight. I need your support, not these grand displays."

The tension between us escalates, and I can see the storm of emotions in Freddie's eyes. The energy that once felt so exhilarating now feels heavy and charged.

"I didn't realize you felt this way," Freddie says, his voice softer but still tinged with frustration. "I just wanted to show you how much you mean to me. I wanted everyone to see how lucky I am to have you."

"I get that," I respond, trying to steady my breathing. "But you need to listen to me. I'm not comfortable with this kind of attention, and I need you to respect that."

The silence that follows is thick with tension. Freddie's face softens, and he steps closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and determination.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly, his voice sincere. "I didn't mean to make you feel this way. I'll try to be more understanding. Let's talk this through and find a way to make things better."

I take a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and lingering frustration. "Thank you. I just need us to be on the same page, especially with everything going on."

Freddie wraps me in a gentle embrace, his touch soothing. "We'll work through this, love. I adore you, and I want us to be happy."

As the chaos of Live Aid continues around us, I lean into Freddie's embrace, feeling a renewed sense of connection despite the turmoil. The road ahead may be filled with challenges, but with Freddie's promise to understand and respect my boundaries, I'm hopeful that we can navigate this together.