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For the Relationship Meme: Brian!

Roger Taylor’s Relationship Meme.John Deacon’s Relationship Meme.

Who initiated the relationship? (Who asked who out, how they did it, etc).

Meeting when he’s still apart of Smile, before Freddie becomes their singer.

“Does that look good to you?” Brian inquired to Roger whose head seemed to whip back around at the sound of his friends voice. He had been scoping out a group of college girls to the right, flirting with only his eyes before Brian ruined it. They were putting up a flyer on the bulletin boards at the Imperial College for their band, Smile, and though Brian was doing most of the work he still appreciated that Roger tagged along. They were in the commons area at the moment, students fluttering in and out here and there with a small buzz. Brian felt instantly at home, after all, this was where he went to school and memories were popping up in his mind of the endless chatter that went on between only himself as he scooted through this very area.

“Yeah, mate.” Roger uttered under his breath, turning his attention back to the girls with a rather outrageously cheeky smile as he winked at one of them, causing a small bit of a frenzy within the three of them as they presumably began chatting about which girl he had winked at.

“Typical.” Brian said and rolled his eyes, “Be nice if you actually helped just a bit. It’s not just my band.”

Roger rolled his eyes, making a rather big point of taking some of the flyers out of Brian’s hands. “If it gets it done faster so I can go tease some girls, then fine, I’ll help.”

“Thank god.” The guitarist said with a raised hand as Roger walked away to put up his set of flyers, sauntering by the girls with a smile, one more wink and a small ‘hi, there’ and caused Brian to roll his eyes once again.

“Another band on the board.” A voice behind Brian caught his attention as he straightened the flyer that Roger said was fine. He looked back and caught eyes with you, a few Biochemistry books pressed against your chest as your eyes were glancing at the flyer he still had his hand on. You had just rolled out of bed, too tired to put any effort into your appearance and while you were a few minutes late for class, you always stopped to take a glance at the bulletin board in case something exciting was happening. Most of time; nothing. But today, there was tall man, readjusting a flyer more times that you imagined possible standing in front of it which stirred you to strike up a conversation. “Smile. That’s a very… Cool name for a band. Really simple. Easy to remember. A lot better than some of the names on there. Like, who wants to go see a band called ‘Exorcist Wound’?”

“Would you believe me if I said our drummer actually studied dentistry?”

“I would have to say you’re a liar. That’s just too perfect.” You chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Are you guys any better than the rest of the bands on that board?” You tilted your head towards what you were talking about with a small, sleepy smile.

Brian shrugged his shoulders and lifted a hand to gesture a ‘so-and-so’. “Depends what you consider to be good music. You should come check us out. We might blow your mind.”

You hummed at that answer, tipping your head to the side. “Maybe. Those kinds of things aren’t really my scene.” Giving him one more grin, you asked gently, “Can I have a flyer, though? Just in case I decide to be spontaneous and actually go?”

“Absolutely.” He said under his breath and handed you a brightly colored piece of paper. Your fingers touched at that moment, sending a small bit of electricity running down his spine as you walked away with a mild wave.

Weird.

Brian always felt grossly sweaty after a gig in such a small space and that was no different tonight. He figured it was a mix of all his movements and that of the people that generated so much heat, and that in such a tiny bar was most certainly a spell for a drenched shirt and sweat glistening on his forehead. He had chugged what felt like three waters and beer after the show was over, Roger going for just beer as he began to disassemble his drum set. “Give me a minute.” Brian told Tim, the lead singer and bassist. “I’ll be out to the van a few.” He had spotted you mid-show, actually surprised that you had show up after a peculiar encounter at the college earlier than day. And despite being somewhat of a mess appearance wise, he wanted another talk with you as you had surely intrigued him enough. There seemed to be a thick haze in the room, people now chattering amongst themselves mindlessly over drinks as he tucked himself through the crowd. “And here, I thought you said this wasn’t your sort of scene.” He said above the talking of everyone else as he came up behind you. You turned on your heel, a smile slipping onto your face as you realized who it was.

“Tall guy from the bulletin board!”

“My friends call me Brian.”

“By night known as Brian.” You laughed and set your drink down on the small bar. “Well, I just wanted to see your drummer, really. He seriously…?”

“Studied dentistry, yeah. Imagine all that beauty and talent behind shoved into someone’s mouth in the form of rubber gloved fingers.” Brian chuckled before biting down on his bottom lip as you laughed along, your head tilting back sensually so. “Can I get your name, or will you remain forever elusive?”

Licking your lips, you grinned happily and nodded, “I’m (Name). It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” He held out his hand which you graciously took and shook. And despite feeling like he was sweating a puddle, you held onto his hand for longer than needed, making small eye contact before pulling away.

“So, you’re the guitarist.”

“The one and only.” He had forgotten about everything else the moment his eyes locked with yours. Roger, Tim, going out and meeting them for a few drinks in the van and then a lift home. All forgotten as he perched himself on the seat next to yours. “May I buy you a drink?”

Who makes Mixtapes for their significant other?

You tend to make the mixtapes for Brian. They’re not always full of romantic songs, but just songs in general that remind you of him. He likes to listen to them when he’s by himself in his hotel room while on tour because in turn, the songs remind him of you.

Brian does make you mixtapes when you’re still in college for studying. Usually very upbeat happy songs to keep you company in your dorm when he’s not there with you. Totally puts Smile songs on there for you.

Ever since he started doing that, the two of you make mixtapes for each other you for every anniversary. Once Queen forms, he’ll begin to put songs on from the band. You put Queen songs on yours as well and it’s always entertaining for the two of you to lounge around in the flat and listen to each one.

There’s absolutely a special box that you keep all the mixtapes in and you totally listen to them when he’s away on tour.

Who kissed who first?

Brian kissed you.

“Oh my god,” You threw the pencil you were using against your Biochemistry book with a small growl, “this makes absolutely no fucking sense, Bri. I mean, maybe it does but my mind isn’t working.” You ran a hand through your hair, causing it to dishevel slightly. Brian looked at you, smiling a bit wearily. You were stressed out studying for your midterms, ready to explode if provoked so Brian stood to the side metaphorically despite being right next to you after offering to help you study. “I feel like I’m running purely on coffee and granola bars at this point.” You wanted to shriek but kept your voice to a minimum. You were in the library at the school, tucked away in the corner where you could get some privacy but even that seemed futile as there were a dozen other students there freaking out of the same midterms you were. “I’ve forgotten what normal food tastes like. This is how I end.” You groaned and placed your head down onto the table with another longer, softer groan. You knew you just needed sleep but sleeping made you feel guilty when you could have been using that time to study. “How did you already go through all of this?” You asked Brian with a small sigh. He had graduated within the last year, so the idea of midterms and tests were fresh within his mind.

“I didn’t sleep at all for like,” He laughed nervously as he met your eyes, “three months or so. I was in no better a state than you.”

“That’s very…” Banging your head against the table lightly, you held your hand up and gave a thumbs up, “motivational. Totally needed that.”

“Here,” He picked up some notecards you had thrown onto the table previously and offered lightly, “let’s try the notecards again, and if you get say… Five right, we can go get some dinner together. My treat.”

“I don’t know if I can do five,” You mumbled and sat up lazily in the chair, “But I am motivated by the idea of a free meal so bring it on, May.”

“Don’t think too hard about your answers, (Name). I think that’s where you’re getting stumped.” He straightened the notecards and gave you a smile. There was something behind it… Something… Almost admirable. He was handsome, no doubt, but in your tired eyes you felt like you were over-evaluating everything, even the way that he looked. You shut your eyes and nodded. “Question one….”

You picked up a chip and placed it in your mouth, almost savoring the taste. Brian was next to you, watching with some amusement as you gobbled down most of your food. You had been starving or at least that’s how it seemed after studying for most of the day. He’d picked a small pub near the school to go for dinner, something quick and easy for you were tired and desperate to get back to your dorm for some much needed sleep before repeating the studying fiasco again tomorrow. You felt better. “Thanks for helping me today, Bri. I know you probably had better things to do.” Smiling sweetly at him, you picked up your water and took a sip. “I bet you thought you were done with the college drama when you graduated, huh?”

“I think it’s interesting to see the turmoil within the students. It never seems to change.”

“I’m glad my turmoil is entertaining.” You rolled your eyes playfully and bumped into your friend. You seemed to pause at that word. You’d known him now for… Over a month. He was indeed a friend but there was always something underlining it. He wanted to be more, you wanted to be more, so why not take initiative and start something new? You supposed it was nerves getting in the way or the thought that you were over-reading the situation. Swallowing, you took another sip of your water before setting it down and clearing your throat. “I know what you mean though. We all run around like chickens without our heads. I’m sure in a few years, it’ll cause a few laughs around the dinner table during the holidays.”

“It still makes me cry.” He admitted and threw his head back in a laugh. “Thinking about midterms and what not. It makes me emotional. It’s quite… Like torture, isn’t it?”

“It really is. If it weren’t for you, I’m sure I’d still be in my dorm, slowly but surely dying from need of sunlight and oxygen.”

“Well, it’s my pleasure to supply both those things for you.” Brian smiled and lightly tucked back some of your hair. You paused, chip mid-air between your fingers as you were about to take another bite. He’d never done that before. Oh god, were you reading too much into it? Was it just a friendly gesture? Your heart felt like it was going a thousand miles an hour. Brian seemed to be in the same state as you were as his fingers were still brushing against your cheekbone. That was stupid. This was a stupid thing to do, he thought to himself and slowly brought his hand back down. “I mean, I… Like to spend time with you like this. You’re very…” Brian thought of the word, “Prepossessing and smart and…”

You held up a hand and chuckled, “Did you just call me prepossessing?”

“I did.” He nodded and laughed as well, “I meant to say beautiful but I suppose that would have been too straightforward.”

“You just said it!” You held out your hand and wheezed in laughter as Brian shuffled in his seat a bit nervously. He hadn’t expected you to laugh at that. He was confessing his attraction to you and you had laughed. “Beautiful would be better, though. Just for future reference.”

“You are.” He assured you quietly, “Beautiful, I mean. I’m not like Roger with girls, he’s very smart with how he talks to girls. I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected but I just… Would like you to know that I do think you’re beautiful and smart and spending time with you is always a pleasure.”

“I really appreciate that, Bri.” You grinned at him, setting your chip down, wiping your fingers on a napkin and turning in your seat so you could face him better. The light in the pub was quite dim but bright enough for you to see his handsome features. The curl around his lips as he smiled, the sinking in his eyes as he looked down at you for even sitting down he towered. “You know, for a rock guitarist, you’ve got a soft heart.” Accentuating your words, you pressed a hand to his chest and patted right where you felt his heart beating.

“So I’ve been told.” He joked and brushed back some of your hair once again, leaning in. Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes locked with his. You didn’t dare risk anything so you held your breath and stayed statuesque. “Do you like that?”

“It’s growing on me.”

“I’m glad.”

“And I’m so sorry if I taste like chips, but I think you’re about to kiss me after I just ate like two plates of them.”

He laughed, nodding in understanding. “Makes it more memorable, right? We’ll look back and remember our first kiss as tasting like chips.”

You rolled your eyes shut as he finally closed the gap between the two of you. It was a barely there sort of touch. His lips were soft against your own as if pressing harder would break you. You still had your hand on his chest, feeling the rushed heartbeat under your fingers. Raising a hand, he brushed his long fingers through your hair which caused you to moan silently into the kiss before pulling away. “That was pretty damn romantic, Brian.”

“Good, I’ve been planning it for a while.”

Who said ‘I love you’ first?

Brian did.

You fiddled around with the beer can in your hand a few times, looking around the small flat with a sense of warmth and friendliness despite not actually knowing many of the people who were attending this New Years party. Roger had invited the two of you– Brian and yourself– to a party this girl was hosting. He had explained that he was trying to get with her and that having the two of you show up would make him look good, so with a hesitant sigh on Brian’s part the two of you came despite him actually wanting to spend your first New Years together alone. He was more than grumpy but less than happy to be there and it was very evident on his face as he sat down on the couch, occasionally taking a sip of his beer with you in his lap. Now, with only three minutes until midnight according to the countdown on the TV, there were couples hooked together, Roger being in the corner of the room with the girl he wanted to get with already kissing, and you had your arm around Brian.

“You could be a little more excited for the New Year, babe.” You tangled your fingers into some of his hair, Brian giving you a less than enthused looked.

“I’m plenty excited. More excited for Roger actually, we’ve definitely helped him get laid tonight.” He joked, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you close before taking the last swig of his beer. The smile that slipped across his face was rather cheeky and made your heart flutter. “I suppose we’re a part of his New Year’s resolution to bang a new girl every night.”

“That’s a little extreme.”

“Every other night?”

“Sounds better.” You joked, playing with your love’s hair as the last minute of 1969 came full force. “Tell me one of your resolutions, then. Let’s see if its any better than Roger’s.”

Brian tilted his head back as you cradled the back of it affectionately. He needn’t have to think about resolutions; he already had what seemed like a backpack of them. They were always the most typical for a man like Brian. Play the guitar more and improve, see if smile can actually get out there more and become well known, become more tolerable of change, even if it’s bad… And of course, his ultimate resolution would be admitting his feelings out loud. Admitting how much he adored you and how close he felt to you despite only dating for 5 months now. That would take time, he figured. The whole year would be dedicated to that. But then again, the last 5 months have been dedicated to that and he wanted to make it a worth-note expression… Tonight. He decided spontaneously. He would tell you tonight, he just needed a minute to stall. “How about you tell me one and I tell you after?”

You hummed as the countdown dwindled down to 20 seconds. “Okay. I want to get better grades in the next year so… More studying.” You gestured nonsensically with the hand that held your beer.

He raised his eyebrows. “That’s a very smart one.” You smiled as if to say ‘yeah, I know’. “Mine I suppose would be…” He shrugged and readjusted a bit on the couch so he could look at you properly.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!” The crowd of people around you shouted as you leaned in to hear what Brian had to say.

“It’s more of my half a year resolution. If it’s even considered that. Or just an admittance of something I need to get off my chest. I figured it out when I first met you.” He smiled and pressed his nose to yours with a ‘Seven! Six! Five!’ being shouted with vigor. Your eyebrows were furrowed together, but a smile was still brightly across your face as you held his head gently, soft hair tickling your fingertips. Brian lifted his hand to cup the side of your face, his heart was racing. He’d never felt like this before. So unsure of the words that were about to flee from his mouth but at the same time… He felt conflicted because he felt that they were true to what he was feeling. He was aware of the magnitude of what he was about to say and there was sureness behind it. ‘Four! Three! Two!!’

“I’m in love with you.”

“ONE! Happy New Year!”

You had barely heard what he said, but, you knew. Popping your mouth open, you laughed. You weren’t sure if it were the nerves of having him say it to you out loud or if it was the fact that you were a bit tipsy and were processing it. “Brian!” You said over the people cheering and celebrating the new year. It was 1970, a year of new and prosperous things. You slid your hand from the back of his head to the side and cupped there before diving in for a rather rough kiss. He appreciated it none-the-less, sinking into it and letting his eyes fall shut. Your first kiss of a new year. “You couldn’t pick a quieter moment to say that?” You laughed again, this time against his lips.

“Figured it’d be more romantic this way.” He held onto you securely and peppered a kiss onto your nose. “I know how you like the romantic me.”

“I love it,” You snickered and drew yourself closer as if the two of you were the only people there and there weren’t a dozen other people watching one of your firsts. “I love you.”

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