#aobtd

[anovertureinyellow]

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how long can you stand the heat || ot7

Warnings: Uhhh, none I think? Non-graphical smut and slight angst, but that's pretty much it for now since I'm still crafting the next part, and some curse words lmao.

I won't control you, but MDNI. This is not for you, please.

Pairings: OT7/(F) Reader, Jackson Wang/(F) Reader

Plot: The one where your soulmates don't want you in their life, so you give them what they want and stay out of their way.

Genre: not really unrequited love (but they're all idiots), mutual pining, angst, denial of feelings, poly ot7

How do you think I'm going to get along

Without you when you're gone?

You took me for everything that I had

And kicked me out on my own.

Are you happy? Are you satisfied?

How long can you stand the heat?

Out of the doorway the bullets rip

To the sound of the beat.

mixtape: all i have left to give - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - ending 1

I originally posted this on ao3 last April but I've just recently thought, "why not post this on tumblr now that i'm using it again after a few years?"

this fic is v self-serving, and was brought to you by my ✨maladaptive daydreams✨

first fic i posted here. idek what im doing but lezzgawwww

Title obviously came from AOBTD. Thank you, Sir John Deacon. You are heaven-sent for making this iconic and legendary bop.

This will be a part of a multi-fic series and i've already crafted 80/90-ish% of the next part im so sorry my mind isn't cooperating rn

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God must be testing your patience.

I mean sure, you might not also be sure that there is indeed a god out there somewhere. However, you must have pissed off some deity or you had pissed on some old man of the mound. Either way, you don't care. You're pissed off now, too.

You see when they rejected you and asked (read: avoided you like the plague until Sejin spoke with you) not to speak or interact with them, you respected their wishes. It stung, but it's not really surprising.

It's not a secret that the seven of them are soulmates, polyamorous soulbonds not even a rarity in and out of the industry. However, it's also not a secret that they're very exclusive and don't let too many (if any) other people in their circle because of the things they had to endure as a group. It makes sense that they wouldn't want a new person intruding and messing with their dynamics, soulmate or not.

(deep down you want to say it doesn't make sense. you're their soulmate, why can't they accept you like that? but there's still nothing you can do, isn't there?)

And so, you delegated all your tasks related to their group to your most trusted employees completely and avoided them at all costs. And by 'at all costs', you mean everything. You even deleted all their songs on your playlists and blocked them on social media (even on Spotify). You can co-exist with them without interacting, although it makes your chest ache through the bond because of the soul rejection like a 24/7 acid relapse.

It's fine. You can ignore all that. You can handle rejection. You've been used to this since you were a kid; adult you can handle this.

Soul rejection side effects? Nothing meds and doctors can't fix. Technology has never been more advanced and all that jazz.

You're a mature person, and you pride yourself on that. You don't like confrontations that much and would rather step back as much as you can to disengage. If your soulmates don't want anything to do with you, then you'll back off.

But you sometimes wonder if they can feel it too, the soul strings fraying and slowly decaying. After shit went down, it's bouts of nausea and dizziness, and constant chest aches for you. That's not even half of it. It'll take a whole day for you to list all your symptoms.

If they do feel it, does it add to their list of reasons why they hate your existence? You mean, they had been borderline antagonistic since your first meeting, cold but civil at best.

It was a contrast to the way the tiny soul marks on each of your fingers glowed on your first meeting even until after Taehyung and Yoongi fled in what you can guess is disbelief and refusal, the others following suit. The warmth in your hands felt scorching, and you had never wanted to scrub them with water in your life then more than you ever did, your chest beating hard and painfully. You remember feeling like someone slashed your insides with a hot knife, and it has never stopped being in pain ever since.

What else were you supposed to think other than they hate you?

Not wanting to risk another embarrassing conversation with Sejin (bless his heart), you decided to book an appointment and signed up for the relatively new soul-scraping therapy. It's still in its human trial stages and is slowly being recognized as a way of severing soul ties, albeit not approved and sanctioned by the government. Anything to give and honor their wishes. They're your soulmates, and it's innate in you to give people what they want.

(or was it really just that?)

All of that and everything else, you can take. You live and abide by your life motto to stay out of drama, so you take all of it in stride and with dignity because it's all you have left at this point when it comes to them.

This is where you got pissed off, though. This day takes the cake, this sodding party.

Attending the party was certainly not your idea. You're tired from the long-ass meetings you had today—JYP's team asked for a meeting for your agreement with Day6 since Sungjin got discharged a few months ago with Younghyun following suit in a few days. A party is definitely not on your to-do list. If it's up to you, you'll be going home to your phone and fics.

(and if they're bangtan fics, nobody has to know. this, you can let yourself have—you were advised against going cold turkey from them by the doctors handling the soul-scraping therapy, after all. if you can't have them, maybe you can at least indulge in fictional them.)

You have been minding your own business since you arrived at the bar. It's laughable how socially inept you are despite handling your business and meeting the entertainment industry's biggest names and leaders regularly. When being put in parties and other gigs that force you to socialize just for the sake of socializing, you're back to being the fat loser kid that avoided making new friends because the ones you previously had in childhood (if you can really call them that) can't understand how your brain and mouth work. Frankly, you don't, too, so you just preferred to stay in one corner until it's socially acceptable to go home.

"Hey." Jackson squeezes your hand in his and smiles worriedly at you. "You doing okay?"

Jackson had been a long-time friend and is someone you trust your whole life with. Jackson had seen you through your bests and worsts, but had never once turned his back on you or betrayed you as many people did.

Yeah, you would trust him with your whole life. Your panties too, but don't tell him that.

(there's no need to because he knows; he did lots of times before, with his face between your thighs and your undies in his pocket.)

"I'm good." You don't even bother smiling, knowing it won't convince him too much. He knows your stand on parties; you're his polar opposite, after all. "I just really wanna go home."

"Can I come with?" he asks with a salacious smile.

You roll your eyes.

"Stop being horny for five minutes, please."

"You shouldn't have worn that dress, then." He rakes you with an assessing look. "On second thought, that's the best decision you did tonight so far. If you're not going home with anyone tonight, my room's open."

"You up to be my wingman?" you ask.

"Sure. I'll sit with you all night so we can look like a swinger couple scouting for a third we can take home." He waggles his eyebrows.

You snort at that with an amused chuckle, oblivious to the glare(s) directed your way by—who else?—your soulmates.

They (Taehyung) heard from Manager Sejin and Noona Ae-cha that you're not sure if you can come. They didn't know why the two were talking about you, but Taehyung tried to act immersed in his phone while eavesdropping.

Apparently, you had been stuck in the boardroom almost all day with the back-to-back meetings, and you even had to cancel your doctor's appointment. For what the appointment is for, he didn't know. It explains your absence that day, and he files the information away at the back of his head. He can't for the life of him understand why he can't stop trying to spot crumbs about you.

(he does know, but he's in denial about why—and he'll deny both.)

He then told his hyungs and Jungkook, which they just nodded at, seemingly uninterested. But if Namjoon's faraway serious look at times is anything to go by or the way Jimin picks at the skin on his lips as he's lost in thought, he's pretty sure they are also subtly trying to figure out if you're coming.

(but they'll all deny that if asked.)

They haven't seen you that much since they started actively avoiding you months ago and shut down whatever soul link you have with them, and you are damn good at trying to stay out of their way.

It surprised them, they're not gonna lie. They expected you to put up a fight, but all Manager Sejin told them was that you agreed. You never interacted with them ever since unless it was really needed, and you were always wearing your rings and not making unnecessary eye contact even once.

(and that somehow pisses them off and itches under their skin because how dare you not be interested?)

And now you've been here for the past hour or so, Jackson Wang in tow. Or rather, Jackson has his arms alternately snaked around yours or slung around your shoulders. It makes Jackson look like a frat douchebag.

(and it makes taehyung look jealous and interested in you which he is so not, no.)

Hoseok was the first one to spot you arriving, Another One Bites The Dust thumping through the dancefloor that was bathed in red lights. He nudges Namjoon from his seat in their secluded and swanky VIP room that was separated one floor above the bar proper.

"There she is", he says then, gesturing towards you as all seven pairs of eyes land on you as you enter with Jackson. "She's with Wang."

With varying levels of internal turmoil, they all watch as Jackson led you through the throngs of people, presumably to another room like theirs. They see you shake your head and point to the bar, and Jackson's face light up with a wide smile before redirecting your steps.

Yoongi asks himself why you have to wear that dress or why Jackson has to clutch at your hands like a little kid, the others having a similar train of thought. Does Jackson think he's going to be lost in this bar? Is he that plain stupid to be lost in this bar, really?

And why are you letting him?

Jimin tries not to let his eyes wander on your legs, tries not to let his mind wander back to the thought of being choked by your thick supple legs and ripping that off-shoulder dress off you and—

Oh. Woah, there.

Stop it! he thinks to himself and shakes his head.

(this is not the first time he's thought of this, darling. when he first saw those smooth and lovely-looking plump thighs, he knows he was fucked.)

Jin is no better, but he hides it better than the others. After all, it was not his idea to shut you out like that. He was opposed to it and tried to talk some sense into the others, but they didn't listen. He thought back then that Namjoon would at least be reasonable and give you a shot but nooo, the kid was stupid enough to listen to others.

Let them have what they want, then.

(he can feel the pit and longing in his chest some nights and thinks that maybe he can let the others do what they want but still do what he wants too. but he takes a look at the six men who had been there for him through thick and thin, and he can't lose them. he sends you an apology mentally, hoping you can at least feel it through the bond.)

"Calm down," Jin tells them levelly, trying to pry the glass off Namjoon's hand, lest he crushes it and injures himself. "You're crushing the poor thing, Joonie. Don't wanna end up in the ER, do you?"

Jackson's the one to end up in the ER if he doesn't unwrap his arms from your shoulders, that's who, Namjoon thinks to himself bitterly before he can stop himself.

Jin leans back on his seat and watches as you laugh with Jackson, arms slung around your shoulders as the latter listens to you talk. They all wouldn't have to seethe in barely contained anger if they just listened to him though, so who's at fault here?

Aish, these brats.

"I'm going to get more drinks," Jungkook suddenly says, disentangling himself from Taehyung fluidly.

"You can just ask them," Namjoon says, pointing towards the glass doors where their security detail is posed out of the room. "There's no need to go out."

"I'm going to get more drinks," Jungkook repeats firmly, ignoring him. Namjoon's jaw clenches. "Come help me, Jin-hyung?"

Ah, this conniving brat. Jin wants to kiss his pouty lips for this.

"Sure," Jin says easily, much to Namjoon's annoyance. He pats Namjoon's cheeks gently. "No breaking the glass, Joon-ah. We have a photoshoot tomorrow."

He pulls Jungkook out of the room before any of them can disagree further. He loops his arm around Jungkook's petite waist, nodding once to the man stationed at the door.

"You're not just getting drinks at you, aren't you?" Jin asks as they descend the steps.

"I don't know what you're talking about, hyung." Jungkook's smile is sharp. "I just don't wanna get roofied and end up on the tabloids tomorrow, is all."

"You don't have to lie to me," Jin says, kissing his hair. "I wanna see her, too."

Jungkook's smile turns sad at that.

"I just don't understand. [Name]-noona seems like a nice person. They're all being stupid."

Jin has to agree. "But you know why we have to, right? I don't like it, too, but we have no choice."

"But we do!" Jungkook insists. "We can be friends, even."

"Friends don't fuck friends." Jungkook snorts at that. "There's nothing 'friends' about wanting her with us, Jungkook."

"Friends don't fuck friends, my ass," Jungkook mumble mockingly. "That didn't stop Jackson-hyung at all."

Jin stops momentarily, pulling Jungkook to a stop. "Excuse me?"

"They were having sex last week, hyung. When Jackson-hyung came over last Wednesday."

"Was that why...?"

"Yeah." Jungkook takes his hand as they walk again. "I felt it through the strings, too."

Jungkook is suspiciously not meeting his eyes.

"Jungkook-ah."

"What?" he asks innocently. Jin's lips pull into a smirk.

"You naughty cat!"

"I—what? No!" but Jungkook is still not meeting his eyes. "I didn't watch them."

Jin gasps delightedly.

"This is so much better. I didn't even say anything yet!"

Ah, fuck.

In Jungkook's defense, he hadn't meant to listen in. But he had been on his way back to the practice room from relieving his screaming bladder when he heard it. The warmth and arousal that was definitely not his he had been ignoring since that lunchtime was not helping his curiosity.

"Ah!" And oh shit, it's someone moaning and it's you.

That explains the arousal he's been feeling. Oh, and the jealousy now (his), too.

"Yeah?" A deeper voice asked breathlessly. Another punched-out moan from you, and the arousal flares in his chest.

Yup. It's definitely his this time.

"Jackson, please," your equally breathless voice pleaded, and the sound shot to his cock. Jungkook had to stop his hand from going south inside his pants and boxers.

A delighted shriek and breathless laugh, followed by a staccato of 'ah ah ah's and hips slapping against each other punctuated the otherwise silent afternoon he was having.

And what would a self-respecting man do?

Stay and listen to you get railed six ways to Sunday, was what he did.

(jungkook didn't say he's a self-respecting man.)

Jungkook slipped his hand inside his pants and boxers and wrapped his hand around his aching cock. He almost moaned at how your moans quickly reached a whole other level of desperation. He wondered and tried to imagine how you would feel around him if he fucked you harder and deeper than Jackson possibly can.

He knows he can.

"Hands, Jackson." There was a chuckle, then your whine was heard. "Baobei, please."

Jungkook heard Jackson's sharp intake of breath, and he had to internally agree. Even speaking Mandarin, you sound so hot.

He heard you mewl with a choked giggle as the sounds of hips to hips got faster.

"You really like my hands, huh?" Jackson asked.

"Mhm. Want them wrapped around my—ah!—neck all the time."

Fuck.

Jungkook had to bite onto his hands as he came, so as not to give his position away, cock spurting on his hands,. Seconds later and he heard you cry out and Jackson grunt to completion.

So, no. He definitely didn't watch.

"You nasty, nasty boy!" Jin cackles at him and he wants to pout. "You listened in to them having sex?!"

"Hyung!" Jungkook hisses. "Not too loud."

Jin snickers at him, mouth pulled in a tempting smirk he wants to kiss. "Was it good?"

"Hyung," he whines. At Jin's unfaltering smirk, he sighs. "It was. She sounds so good, hyung. I can't take it off my mind."

"Maybe later, we can do something about that." Jin says with a low hum.

He peers at Jin's eyes and almost shudders at the dark and hungry look in them. Jin squeezes his waist, and it takes Jungkook's breath away.

In his silence, Jin nods with a hum.

"Hm, definitely later."

He won't say no to that. If they can't have you, Jungkook's gonna take what he can get, even if it means settling on replaying your moans in his head.

When they reach the bar, you are still sitting at the other end with Jackson. They are careful not to be seen by you or you'll probably leave like you always do when they get within your 10-foot vicinity.

Then Jackson puts his hand on your slightly exposed leg. He feels the others' jealousy through the bond first before he feels his own, and he sees you stiffen in your seat.

Hyungs!

Jungkook quickly looks away, but not before Jackson catches his gaze. He completely misses the way Jackson's mouth pulls into a quick smirk as their drinks are thankfully served at that exact moment.

"Wanna head back to your place?"

You're unexpectedly suddenly close, and it's like Jackson wants him and Jin to hear to rile them up. It works, and he can barely tamp down the urge to pour the drinks over Jackson's big head, being older be damned.

"Sure. I'll just swing by the restroom." You say as you walk away. Jin and Jungkook take that as their cue to go back to their ritzy room.

"That was short," Jin says tightly as they go back. "Was it you?"

Jungkook shakes his head.

Jin's lips quirk into an amused smile.

"Ah, jealous bastards."

"Weren't you too, though?" Jungkook asks with a slightly amused smile of his own. "That was... that was intense."

"That serves them," Jin says as they near the room. "If they weren't just pigheaded, it's my shoulders her legs are gonna be hanging from later."

"Jin-hyung!" Jungkoo huffs, but then deflates. "Yeah."

"Don't worry, we still have later," Jin says with a lascivious smirk.

And he can't complain about that, can he?

"Where's Tae-hyung?" he asks when they enter the room, Taehyung nowhere in sight.

"Went out. Didn't say where." Hoseok says as he accepts their drinks and puts the tray on the table. It takes a few seconds for him to piece it all together, and he mentally facepalms.

"Whatever happened to 'not giving a fuck' about [Name]?" he mumbles.

"Jungkook," Namjoon warns.

It sets him off.

"What? Are you all really going to keep on pretending? You do realize I felt that back there too, right?" he shoots back.

"So the drinks were just a ruse?" Namjoon's face is stormy.

Jungkook holds his gaze steady. "And what if it was? You all know what I felt about this since day one."

"Kook-ah." It's Jimin this time. "Not now, please."

"And when, hyung? When we go back to just pretending an eighth of our soul doesn't exist out there?"

"Jungkook."

He glares at Yoongi. "No, hyung. If you all want to be stupid, I don't! [Name]-noona is going through therapy because of this, don't you know?"

Yoongi scoffs. "She's a big girl, she can handle herself."

"Not soul-scraping therapy, she won't."

They all stop at that. Even Jungkook stops and internally curses.

Fuck, he wasn't supposed to say that.

"What did you say?" Namjoon's voice takes on a dangerous tone.

He huffs but stays silent, not really wanting to dig a deeper hole for himself.

"Jungkook."

"I talked to Jiho-hyung, okay? I bumped into him five months ago when he visited her."

Silence.

"Im Jiho?" At Jungkook's nod, Namjoon's frown deepened. "I didn't know he practices soul-scraping."

"He's co-authoring the soul-scraping study with Doctor Seong."

At the mention of one of their previous soul health doctors, Yoongi raises his eyebrows.

"Our Doctor Seong?"

Jungkook nods with a sigh, plopping down beside Hoseok. "Apparently, it's why he stopped private practice—to focus on the studies. They're also lobbying for fully legalizing soul-scraping in the Assembly. I ran into him, and he mentioned that he was there for noona's side effects from the therapy."

Side effects?

Shit.

"W-wait. Five months, you said?" Jin says with a tremble in his voice. "Is that why I can barely feel her anymore?"

Jungkook's sigh is pained, forlorn. "Apparently, yeah."

They all lapse in complete silence after that, the thumping of the beat on the dancefloor faint through the walls.

"Fuck."

Indeed.

It is then that Taehyung comes back. He takes one look at their varying degrees of solemn and stunned expressions and tilts his head.

"What? What happened?" he asks.

"[Name]..."

Taehyung's eyes widen before his expression smooths into indifference.

"I told you, I'm no—"

"That's not it," Jimin says softly. "She's in soul-scraping therapy, Taehyung-ah."

...

"What?"

(oh, lord. you don't know the turmoil you caused all these pining idiots, darling.)

---

And what about you?

As we said in the beginning, god must be testing your patience.

"Hey," Jackson says softly. He lifts your chin with a gentle smile long after Taehyung fucked off to god knows where. "You good, baobei?"

You didn't even know they were here. You were vaguely aware that yeah, they might be, but it totally slipped your mind. Meetings really did drain your brain.

When you stood up and went to the restroom while Jackson called for the driver, you didn't know that Taehyung was watching you from their room and completely high-tailed it from there just to intercept you when he saw you stand up from the corner of the bar. You didn't know why, but his stupid drunken ass just decided it wanted and it was a good idea to rile you up.

To piss you off is why, you think.

When you exited the ladies' room, Taehyung was standing there by the wall looking lethal. The ache in your chest flared up for two different reasons, but you ignored it. You ignored him and started walking away, pretending you didn't see him.

"So you're really here."

Seriously?

You continued ignoring him and walked on, but he didn't let you get far.

He grabs your wrist. "I said, you're really here."

The spot where he held you burned and you hissed, cursing the therapy's side effects. You were warned that coming in contact skin-to-skin with your soulmates while undergoing the therapy would feel painful (literally), but you didn't heed it then. You had no reason to touch them after all when they didn't even want to see you.

But it is painful, and it burns.

You yanked your wrist away, hiding your wrist behind your back. There's no need for that, though. Taehyung was looking at your face intently.

"Yes, and I was just leaving. See you around, T—"

"With Jackson?"

What's it with this guy?

You looked back at him and squared your shoulders up. "That's really none of your business, Taehyung."

He laughed with a sneer, shaking his head.

"What would people say if they knew you're off gallivanting with men who aren't your soulmate?"

Wow.

The nerve of this asshole.

You can't let him see it affect you though, so you tilt your head with an innocent smile.

"I'm just a nobody. Why would they talk about me? " You smirked in amusement. "I don't think it'll be me they will talk about since I wasn't the one who rejected my soulmate, was I?"

And oh, shit. Where did that come from, [Name]? Feisty.

"And I'm not doing anything illegal. Why should I be scared?" You slightly lean back and tilt your chin up. "I'm not the one between us with a reputation to uphold, a name I should protect."

You paused, a serene smile on your face.

"I'm not a coward. I'm not you, Taehyung"

The smirk on his lips was replaced with a sharp look of disdain, almost like he wants to slap the smile off your face.

(he wants to, darling. trust me. just not in the way you think.)

You knew you hit a nerve and it feels petty and mean, but it's nothing compared to the loneliness and pain they gave you these past few months. It felt satisfying, even if for just a bit.

"You really think you're all that, don't you?" He smiled almost mockingly. "Tell me, how does it feel to be rejected?"

That really stung and angered you, but you've spent all your life hiding your emotions when needed to. Your expression didn't falter.

"It feels good—"

"—because she dodged a bullet."

You internally sighed in relief as Jackson's voice float behind you. You'll forever be thankful for this man's existence, gods or not.

You melt in his arms when he wrapped them around your waist. You chanced a look at Jackson, not seeing the twitch on Taehyung's brows at your body language.

"You really think you're all that, don't you?" Jackson mocked back at him. "Imagine thinking it's the end of the world for your soulmate just because you shut down their bond." Jackson chuckled ruthlessly.

"You're pathetic, Taehyung-ssi."

The two were locked in a glowering match before Taehyung straightened up and spun on his heel without a word.

Jackson let you get your bearings by the wall of the hallway to the ladies' room in silence. But he didn't let you stew in your thoughts for long.

So now here you are, looking at his gentle eyes.

"You good, baobei?"

You don't know how to answer that really, so you pull him by the collar into a searing kiss.

He puts his hand on your waist, the other on the wall by your face, and you tighten your hold on his collar.

You pull away to gasp for air.

"Take me home," you exhale heavily as you lean your head on his shoulder. "Take me home and fuck me 'til I forget, or I might do something stupid."

Jackson's sharp intake of air is your answer before he pulls you away to your awaiting car outside the club.

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feedback (constructive, please don't be too rude bc i'll cry) and kudos very much appreciated!

[toozespeed]

Todays finds from a record store :

Queen - Another One Bites the Dust / Dragon Attack

David Bowie - Starman

Tbh I mostly bought AOBTD cause of dragon attack on the B side - that song slays more than it has the right to

Tomorrow I’ll post some more interesting things from my collection

[grungeeuvu]

think about how "you should be addicted to shutting the f up/you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" is so fengqing coded

I love you and your brain, it is so insanely fengqing - I want them to be a couple fr (who am I kidding, they are so gay)

Speaking of fengqing, we're now 68k words in!! It's only been 5 weeks and we have bested AOBTD already!!!

[catgirlbrianmay]

Wow it’s actually fascinating how much they turn Brian’s volume down when he’s on rhythm for aobtd - you can hardly hear the guitar in the beginning unless you’re looking for it

[eileen-crys]

Please, their petty arguments should have been a thing in that movie 😭 and not whatever that Freddie - Roger hate/hate relationship that was going on. The rest two didn't even have an established relationship the movie.

The movie makers had the chance to do the funniest thing ever to take all of their studio arguments and recreate them.

Absolutely agree. The friendship between the band members is written very poorly in the movie, you sort of have to assume and take it for granted that they're best friends because what's shown is very little, which is terrible writing imho. There is Freddie pining over Mary, but with his band members? They banter and fight just a little (besides the big fight over Freddie's solo*) but they also don't show a soft/loving counterpart until the pre-Live Aid hug.

The best scenes imho are the ones of the band at Ridge Farm, goofing around and being besties, but all of the touring is a ✨️montage✨️, and the only other recording scenes are for WWRY where Freddie comes late, sort of bitches with Brian, and then ✨️montage✨️. Then they fight again when John comes up with AOBTD and then bam ✨️montage✨️. And then they fight over Freddie's solo. It's been a while since I watched it so my memory is not 100% accurate but I do remember not being satisfied with the relationship between band members, while their friendship is what I love the most.

* It's very sad because when then it comes to the fight over Freddie's solo (my 2nd least favourite scene) they argue that they're a family and Freddie shouldn't """"break the band"""" but all we saw of this family is them being friends in the 70s and then barely standing each other in the 80s and nothing more. Freddie insults them, and I'm sure the "Deaky? Nothing comes to my mind" phrase was meant to be impactful and hurtful but John almost never spoke to Freddie in the movie, you'd have to assume it.

And same about my most hated scene, Mary coming to Munich to "save" Freddie. She says John, Brian and Roger love him and are his family, and I swear to god I'd give everything to get back in time and remake the scene with THEM arriving in John's Volvo coming to get Freddie back and suggest to make a new album together because they miss working as Queen.

They completely fucked up the "show don't tell" rule here, showing small parts of their friendship but in a sort of messed way, they seem to barely stand or even know each other, and then left to the viewer to assume that they're best friends and only repeat in words that they're like a family.

I always feel sorry because the movie is what made me want to dive deeper in the band and the fandom, but the more I discovered about the bamd the less I liked the movie and think they did a poor job on many aspects.

[epaily]

heard the opening notes of aobtd from across the house and my head SNAPPED up im so done

[kneehoming-knee]

AOBTD "BAR WENT AT HIS SOCOM" TO PROVE WITHOUT ANNOUNCING REGULAR COPS COPELAND "THEY RESEARCHED WHERE TO STRIKE LIKE MORPHEUS_ THEY STOLE "STRENGTH AND NUMBBESS" LOOK AT MOSCOW "THOSE MEN ARE BEING TENDED "GLADE FIX BONE AND HOLLOW BONE ISRAEL_SMDH

[nhacly]

2017-08-04 American Airlines Center, Dallas, TX - Madamimadam Treasure Trove

2017-08-04 American Airlines Center, Dallas, TX – Madamimadam Treasure Trove

SETLIST 01. WWRY 02. Hammer to Fall 03. SCC 04. AOBTD 05. FBG 06. KQ 07. Two Fux 08. DSMN 09. Bicycle Race 10. I’m in Love with My Car 11. Get Down, Make Love 12. IWIA 13. LOML 14. STL 15. CLTCL 16. Drum Battle 17. UP 18. IWTBF 19. Take My Breath Away / WWTLF 20. Guitar Solo 21. RG 22. BoRhap 23. WWRY 24. WATC Mardiblitz via Kathy Katz’s FB – FULL SHOW Suzanne McElyea – FULL SHOW 03. SCC 04.…

[lonelyasawhisper]

You know when a bass-dominated song starts with an iconic, thundering bassline that drives the entire song and then after a few bars the lead guitar joins in but only to follow the bassline and for however many minutes that song lasts, the lead guitar is essentially following the bass and only adding minor embellishments here and there because it is a BASS song? And there’s that subtle power exchange there, with the lead guitar not being able to do anything BUT to follow the bass’ lead and complement it instead of being Out There as usual so it’s basically subordinated and surrendered itself to the Power of the Bass? At this point, there’s unspoken sexual tension between the guitarist and the bassist. Yeah, that’s seggsy.

[finland-shoes]

happy halloween halloqueen everybody 🎃

This pumpkin goes on the beat of AOBTD.

[anovertureinyellow]

Made a theme tune for my Pathfinder 1e campaign which I'm starting to GM this Wednesday. The world is an alternate Earth in the early 1900s with elements of steampunk and drawing inspiration from works such as His Dark Materials, RQGaming, Critical Role and the initial unfinished drafts of my original story (more on that later perhaps). Sounds best with headphones.

[radio-ha-ha]

[bensakindofmagic]

Chapter Sixteen

A/N: yo yo waddup it’s ya boi, back again. i'm home for christmas now so instead of writing my dissertation i'm writing fan fiction. what the fuck is new. enjoy the sexy times in this one -- BECAUSE I CANT DEAL WITH BEN IN THAT FUCKING SCENE

Warnings: SMUT (unprotected sex, oral, a wee bit o’ fem dom?? ) 18+ ONLY!, swearing

w/c: 3.3k+

Chapter Sixteen  

Dun dun dun, duh duh duh da da dun. 

That iconic bass line filled the amps and pulsed through the studio like a heartbeat, feeding you all with life. The thrill was palpable, the sense of satisfaction. Another One Bites the Dust had long been one of your favourite Queen songs, and finally seeing it performed by the boys was a thrill. They way they gelled, the way they fed off each other, made you proud beyond words. They riffed and experimented, all playing live, and they truly felt like a real band. Your chest tightened with pride, but the tension coursing through your body was caused by something else. You watched Ben closely, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, head bobbing to the beat, and you couldn’t quite comprehend how good he looked. Muscles clenched tightly under his shirtsleeves, eyes squinting sexily, his whole body was oozing sensuality and rhythm. A few glistening beads of sweat on his forehead caught the light. You ached to straddle him where he sat and ride him, right there, no thought or care for who was watching. The apex of your thighs pulsed with your desire. You scrutinised his every move, hungry for him, and Ben knew it. A few times he had looked over at you and smirked, plump lips curled into a devilish grin. Every so often he would clench, making his arms and chest strain against his shirt and you shifted where you stood, pushing your thighs together, desperate for some kind of pressure. He winked and smiled and you melted. 

The shoot seemed to take a lifetime to complete that day, and though you revelled in watching Ben, watching all of them, you were desperate to get him to yourself. 

The moment that final “cut” was called, you sauntered off to an empty room — small, an office with just a desk and a chair — in the hope that Ben would follow. No sooner had you closed the door than he opened it again and you spun on your heel to face him. He licked his lips, confident, commanding, but little he knew of the fire that had been ignited in your belly. He tried you engulf you in his arms but instead you pushed him backwards, palms against his shoulders, until his back thudded against the door. The way his eyes widened and his lips parted in shock said all you needed to know. You grinned, biting your lips, before thrusting your mouth onto his and kissing him fiercely, all your pent up tension and frustration laced on your tongue like poison. You surreptitiously locked the door (grateful that it had a lock at all), and with the other hand explored the nape of his neck, the curve of his jaw. Your fingers wound their way into the long hair that rested just above his shoulders. It felt alien to you, the long hair, even though you had seen him in the wig many times before. You pulled away and took moment to stare at him, to drink him in; he oozed Roger. You licked your lips. 

“I don’t know who you think you are, Benjamin, looking that sexy in front of everyone,” you purred, pressing your hips firmly to his and rolling them languorously, “getting me all riled up.” 

He only let out a shuddering breath in response as your fingertips trailed down his sides and under his shirt. You dragged your nails along the delicate skin of his stomach and deftly unbuttoned his jeans. His bulge was growing firmer by the second. As your hand ventured into his boxers you leaned up onto your tiptoes to whisper, “Do you know how fucking wet I am?” 

You placed a sloppy kiss on his neck before sucking on his earlobe, pulling it between your teeth, and he gulped. All the while you were dragging your hand along his shaft, massaging him into readiness for you. You took one of his hands that had been resting heavily on your hip and guided it down into your jeans, beneath your underwear, and into the folds of your pussy. Your prolonged arousal had left you dripping and sensitive, so when he dragged his fingers across your clit you shuddered, lips hanging open in silent evidence of your pleasure. You pulled his hand from your heat and placed his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them, diligently licking your wetness from each one. As his hand dropped, his finger dragging over your bottom lip, you met his gaze and saw fierce arousal, lust encoded in the deep green of his eyes. A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. Slowly, you sank to your knees and pulled the waistband of his trousers and boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free. With another look at Ben you held the base in your fist and took the tip gently into your mouth. You held it there for a moment before releasing it and licking where you lips had been, leaving no part of the head unattended. It tasted salty on your tongue. Again you enveloped it in your mouth, this time as much as you could take until the tip pressed against your throat and you stifled a gag. Leisurely you dragged your mouth up and down, up and down, while Ben groaned above you. You heard a dull thud as his head fell against the door. You established a rhythm, taking him as deeply as you could, gradually speeding up until your jaw ached and tears pricked at your eyes. Ben’s moans grew stronger, more frequent, and just as he announced that he was about to cum you released him, sucking at the string of saliva that still connected your lips to his cock. He whined and trembled as you stood. You kissed him, deeply, allowing him to taste his precum on your tongue; you could feel his body collapsing into yours. 

“Sit down,” you commanded, gesturing towards the chair, voice soft but in absolute control. You forced the hint of nervousness out of your voice. You had been in the driver’s seat before, but never like this. Still, you were too frustrated and too horny to back down.

He did as he was told and you followed, standing before him, surveying him. With deliberate movements you undressed yourself, first pulling off your shirt, then your jeans, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You moved to straddle his lap and pulled his shirt over his head. Fingers traced along his chest, muscles tightening under your touch, making his skin ripple like waves in a pond. He sighed. Again you took his cock in your hand and he twitched. 

“Not yet, baby,” you breathed lustfully. “You cum when I tell you to, okay?” 

He nodded obediently, his eyes quickly shifting to your breasts where they sat, plump, beneath a lacy bra. 

“Do you want to touch them?” you intoned, cocking your head, all innocence. Again, he nodded but you tutted in response. “I need to hear you say it, big boy.”

“Yes please,” he rasped. 

“Good boy, go ahead.” 

His hands moved to cup your breasts while you unclasped your bra and threw it off to the side. He massaged them so gently, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Your eyes fluttered closed as you breathed and locked your fists into his hair. He serviced the other too, then left a deep purple hickey in the valley between your breasts. You tucked your hand under his chin, angling it so he was forced to look at you. 

“Tell me what you want,” you purred. 

“Ride me, please.” His voice was weak, desperate.

You nodded, holding your weight to position yourself above him. Pulling your panties out of the way you rubbed yourself, spreading your wetness and readying yourself. You took hold of his cock and paused, looking directly into his eyes, “You have to promise not to cum yet, okay?” 

“I promise.” 

You lined him up and sat down onto him; he sucked in a breath through his teeth. You rocked against him, agonisingly slowly, letting your pelvis press hard against his. You held his jaw, forcing him to watch your face, while you watched the place where your bodies became one. Your breathing shallowed, heart rate increased, you wanted to cum, but didn’t want Ben to. You stilled, revelling in the delicious fullness of him inside you, delighting in the whine that emanated from Ben, and you rubbed your clit firmly. Soon your fingers weren’t enough: you craved his mouth. 

“I want you to eat my pussy, baby, will you do that for me?” 

When he nodded eagerly you stood up and backed onto the desk, sitting on the edge, legs spread, exposed. He pushed off his trousers and boxer that had pooled around his thighs, then got on his knees before you and his tongue soon found your slit. You sighed in relief at the warmth of his mouth. With his arm wrapped around your thigh he kissed and sucked and licked, playing with you like a kitten with a ball of wool. Your chest heaved as you panted, you moaned and whimpered as he devoured you. 

“Oh baby, you’re so good at that.” 

With your fist in his hair you pulled him away and he stood between your legs. You held him close, hands gripping his bum, and licked his bottom lip, cleaning your arousal off of it. You asserted, dripping eroticism, “Fuck me.” 

He moved to enter you but you stopped him with a hand on his chest. You stood and turned, then bent over to display yourself to him. Ben licked his lips, ran his fingers briefly up and down your slit, before gripping your hips and thrusting into you firmly. His pace was rapid from the start, only becoming more frantic as he got closer to the edge. Your breasts pounded into the desk with every thrust.

“Harder,” you ordered, and he obliged. With one of his large hands around your thigh he pulled your knee up to rest on the desk, allowing him greater access and pounded you harder than before, reaching a place so deep inside you that you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming out. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m close… I need to… can I cum, please? Fuck, please please-” 

“Not yet,” you said absolutely steadfastly, despite the way his pleading made the knot in your stomach tighten. Your fingers found your clit and rubbed furiously, aching for the sweet release that you had craved all day. 

“Keep going Benny, fuck. Just hold on. Just bit longer, I’m so close.”

Ben groaned with the strain of it, his whole body clenched, desperate, but still he fucked you and soon your legs started to quiver. You felt your orgasm creeping into your stomach, tension giving way to release, and your body collapsed against the desk as you came, moaning and panting and sweating and swearing. The walls of your pussy clenched around Ben again and again, only milking him ever closer.

He begged, “Please, Y/N, please, I can’t hold it…”

You moved to stand, so Ben pulled out of you, taking his cock in his hand and pumping rapidly as you got to your knees in front of him. 

“Okay, baby, let go, cum for me,” and you opened your mouth, allowing your tongue to rest over your bottom lip, waiting for his load. Within seconds he was shooting strings of sticky sweet cum into your mouth and over your cheeks. His face was clenched, eyes tight shut, and a moan rattled deep in his chest. You swallowed, collecting the rest of it on your finger and licking it off as Ben watched you in awe. 

“Christ, Y/N, you’re incredible.”

You stood and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, placing a firm kiss on his lips. 

“It’s all for you, I guess you bring out the best in me,” you smiled. “Now come on, we better get dressed, people will be wondering where you’ve got to.” 

You quickly pulled your clothes back and, and no sooner had you done up the last button of your shirt did you hear footsteps down the corridor. You unlocked the door and stepped out to see none other than Josh making his way towards you. He stopped in his tracks, jaw practically on the floor, as his eyes darted between you and Ben. Your clothes were crumped, your hair dishevelled, and the distinct smell of sex followed you.

“You two! You two are fucking?”

“Shit,” you cursed. 

“Come on mate, have some respect,” Ben stepped in, always wanting to defend you. 

“I can’t believe it,” Josh proclaimed. “She told me she wouldn’t date me ‘cause she “doesn’t fool around with colleagues”, and lo and behold, I find it’s ‘cause she’s fucking the actors! Sleeping your way to the top are you?” 

You felt more than saw Ben’s shoulders tense and him take a step forward. You slipped your hand in his and held him beside you before he did something stupid. “Leave it Ben, he’s not worth it.”

“Not worth it, is it? You think I’m not worthy of you? Well I think you’re a fucking whore, love.” 

Ben fumed and made towards Josh but before he could do any damage you strode in front of him, marched straight up to Josh, and slapped him across the face.

“How dare you?” you snarled, “How dare you speak to me like that and how dare you insinuate that I am using Ben? I just so happens that I am in a loving relationship with him. You on the other hand, you I turned down because I thought you were a smarmy, egotistical arsehole. If you ever say another word to me that isn’t strictly professional I will report you for harassment in the workplace.” 

You stormed past you and Ben followed close behind, glaring at Josh as he passed him like a tiger staring down its prey. 

You and Ben did not go home together that evening — you wanted to call Savannah to vent to her — but when you met at work the next morning he greeted you with a warm smile and a hug. 

“You okay?” 

You nodded against his cheat, “Yeah, I’m still a bit pissed off but fine.” 

“Me too. If I see that git today I’m going to have to try seriously hard not to punch him in the face.”

You pulled back to look at him, “I think the chances of bumping into him are pretty high, given that you’re working on the same set.”

“I know, that’s what I’m worried about.” 

Your light chuckle was interrupted by the voice of your producer, Graham, as he strode towards you, “Ben, Y/N…” You detached from each other, nervous. Graham didn’t often come to set, so when he was there it was a big deal. “Can I have a word with you both?”

Graham had found a quiet room with a couple of sofas. He sat on one with you and Ben on the other, leaving a conspicuous gap between you. Graham sipped thirstily at his coffee, “You know, I’ve been working on film sets for years but I’ve never been able to get used to the early mornings.” 

You laughed nervously through your nose. You hadn’t sat down, face-to-face with Graham since you’d been hired. 

“Listen, I wanted to talk to you both because word has reached me that there might be something going on between you, and while there isn’t actually anything wrong with that, there are some people who are unhappy about it and I need to know if it’s something that’s going to cause any issues.”

You held your head in your hands, your whole body deflating. This was exactly what you had been trying so hard to avoid.

“That fucking prick,” Ben muttered beneath his breath. 

It didn’t go unnoticed, “Excuse me?” 

Ben shifted in his seat but sat up a little taller, “Josh reported us to you, didn’t he? If there’s anyone going to be causing problems it’s him. The things he said to Y/N were despicable.”

“Well that is certainly something I’ll want to address but let’s take things one at a time, shall we?”

 You lifted your head and sighed, “What do you need to know, sir?”

“First and foremost, I need to know if this is going to compromise the shoot. Workplace romances are not forbidden and certainly not uncommon, but when they happen across levels of the hierarchy they tend to cause problems. One party tends to, shall we say, expect things from the other. It can get ugly.”

“I’m not expecting anything from Ben,” you defended, somewhat indignant, “and I’m not going to blackmail him, if that’s what you’re insinuating.” 

Graham responded, “I’m not saying you are, and I certainly wouldn’t expect it from you Y/N, but it wouldn’t be the first time it had happened.”

“Well it won’t happen with us.” You could feel Ben’s eyes on you. 

“I apologise if this is uncomfortable for you, but as I’ve had a complaint about your behaviour I have to take this seriously,” Graham said, entirely diplomatic. 

“Christ, what is there to complain about? Josh is just jealous because he had a crush on Y/N and he’s bitter that she rejected him. You should be more worried about his behaviour.” 

“Well, what he told me would make your behaviour equally unprofessional — having sex on set, during working hours? We don’t pay you to sneak off for a quickie in a quiet corner.” 

You seemed to shrink in your seat, feeling thoroughly humiliated; you hadn’t been admonished like that since school. But worse, you started to panic, chest constricting and breathing shallowing, in fear for your job. You had tried to be so careful, even risking your heart and happiness to avoid the very thing that was happening, and it all came crumbling down because you saw Ben in one sexy costume and you snapped. 

“Sir, I’m—” you began but Ben interrupted you.

“It’s not just sex, if that’s what you think.” He sidled closer to you, pulling one of your hands into his lap and taking it in both of his, “We’re in a relationship, hell, I’m in love with her.” 

Time seemed to stand still. Suddenly the tightness in your chest, the panic in your bloodstream, was caused by something else entirely. 

He’s in love with me.

That was the first time he had said it and it terrified you. It was the first time you’d heard those words since Matteo and all you could think about was how you had lost yourself in him when he said it. Granted, you and Ben had been together nearly three months and truly, you’d never felt about anyone the way you did about him — you adored him, you pictured yourself building a life with him, growing old with him — but love? Love is a strong word. It didn’t feel like you’d been through anything hard enough yet to warrant calling it love. How could it be love when it was so easy? 

“Is this the case, Y/N?” 

You had been staring. Startled, you replied, “We started dating in October. It’ll be three months soon.”

“Look, there’s only two weeks left of filming and we’ve got enough drama as it is. I’m willing to let this go and say no more about it.”

You felt the tension in your shoulders abate, “I’d be very grateful for that.”

“However,” Graham continued, “I cannot guarantee that this hasn’t got out. I’m fairly certain Josh has been talking to more people than just me. I’ll talk to him but you’ll have to handle everyone else.”

Ben grinned, “That’s no problem. Thank you Graham.” 

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[you-a-southpaw-doll]

Insomnia = New Negan Fic / General Update 6/16/2020

So...as usual (or at least usual for me since I have insomnia), it’s 6:30 am EST and I still can’t sleep, so what do I do? After reading several Negan x reader fics and John Winchester x reader fics (an assortment of one-shots and chaptered series) on AO3, creating a playlist on Spotify for my Another One Bites The Dust (AOBTD) Negan fic, and procrastinating on an idea I’ve been tossing ‘round in my head for a few days, I’m doing what any writer does: writing a new Negan one-shot. Maybe I’ll crank it all out in one go, and post it before hopefully falling asleep for a couple hours. Maybe I’ll crank some of it out and then fall asleep before waking up to finish it. I honestly dunno. But I am working on a new Negan x Leigh Sullivan (OFC) fic. 

I know I haven’t posted a new chapter for Lovin’ Him ~ A Negan!AU Chapter Series, but I haven’t been in a good mental place lately. (Depression sucks ass, y’all and COVID and everything else since I graduated college last month ain’t really helping). And I don’t need to make it worse by editing a story that I wrote at one of the lowest times for my mental health. BUT! Don’t worry, y’all, I will post another chapter when I can, as soon as my brain stops being a Dick. I’ll also be posting it on AO3 too ‘round that time. I have 40+ chapters written for it, but I need to re-edit them and be in a good headspace to do that. Sorry for leaving y’all hanging on that. 

As for Another One Bites The Dust (AOBTD), I’m thinking that the last chapter I have written for it (posted on AO3 but not on here yet) will be the last chapter of that particular story. I haven’t written for it in almost a year and a half, shit...maybe two years? I’m not sure. But, I do know that what I’ve gotten for it would be a satisfying, fluffy ending. If you’ve read the chapter on AO3, i’d love to hear your feedback. If not, no worries. I’ll be posting it on here soon ‘nough. :) 

Most importantly, I just wanted to take a moment to thank y’all for reading, liking, reblogging, and even commenting on the last few one-shots I’ve put out lately. It really means a lot and each time I get a notification, it helps make my days that much better. So, thank y’all! As always, if y’all would like to be tagged in any of my stories, whether it’s a chapter series or one-shots, please don’t hesitate to let me know. Send me an ask, anon or not, shoot me a private message, comment on one of my stories to let me know, it’s entirely up to y’all. Just let me know, and I’ll happily add ya. Oh and another thing, if you have an idea for a story that’d you’d like to see me write, send it my way and I’ll see what I can do. It can be for any of the characters I said I write for in a post a few days ago. I can’t promise that I’ll get to it immediately, but I’ll do my best to get to it at some point. We all know how life and writer’s block can be, right? Anyway, I suppose that’s ‘nough early mornin’ ramblings for now, but once again, thank y’all. Y’all are awesome! Stay awesome and stay safe out there! :) 

[eileen-crys]

You know I came through the film as well, but even when I was watching it for the first time without knowing shit about any of them but their names I got the sense the characters are not being established probably and it's because of the writers not the actors.

There's this scene in Jim beaches office where Freddie is telling the band how much he hates being solo because "you weren't there for rewrites/funny looks/whatever" and I remember being huh but you never showed us any of them doing any of that. There were no scenes establishing that they ALL love each other, that they had each other's back.

Literally the only arguments in the movie were Roger and Freddie trying not to kill each other and that's actually a 180 from their relationship in real life. John and Brian are forgotten about and just have one liners.

Like if people just saw this movie and knew nothing else about queen, they would not assume that these people were actually friends in real life not just colleagues.

You're damn right. (And thanks for sharing your experience)

Freddie insulting John is another perfect example for me, he's like "nothing comes to mind about you" and... well, same? He doesn't exist in the movie besides a glimpse in AOBTD where he's alone writing the song while the others fight. Am I supposed to care or feel bad? There's literally no relationship between the characters, Freddie is simply stating the situation.

I feel bad retroactively because I've "studied" the real Queen after the movie and got to love John the most. In real life that line would've been seriously hurtful for John, but in a movie where John barely exists it has no purpose.