#brian may imagine

[twotitsjohndecaon]

Brighton Rock | Nothing 'Ere Need Come Between Us

Hey besties!!! So sorry I disappeared for like a rlly long time. I got depression and then recovered from depression but we're back and thriving now!!! Here is the last part of the series, long awaited. tbh haven't read this shit in like a year so I hope it's ok but it should be :) Hope y'all enjoy :))

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Filthy smut. Bad. Xtremely dirty. 18+ only, dni in any form if you're under 18 I'm dead serious. Blatant infidelity and cheating, if you're not ok w reading about that this also isn't for you. Some sad/mad emotions for a brief time. Maybe some drinking and swearing, I can't remember for sure. You have been warned.

“Where’ve you been for two hours?” Julie interrogated. You were flustered, not even thinking about the fact they might be back and you were gone longer than you should’ve. 

“I… got the sun cream, tried to walk back, but then I couldn’t find you all, so I looked for you then came back.”

“We were in the same spot!”

“But I wasn’t paying attention on the way there!” Julie rolled her eyes. 

“What’s on your neck?” she said, seeing the marks Brian had left, even though they were small. You hadn’t realized there’d been any. 

“Nothing. My skins just sensitive right now,” you said, your hand flying to your neck and clasping over the side of it. You sighed, changing and taking a quick shower, trying to position your hair to cover your neck. You hadn’t brought anything to cover it either, so you groaned and went back in the room, muttering you were going to take a nap, exhausted after your encounter, understandably. You had to be more careful, but you also didn’t know how else you could see Brian without suspicion. Luckily, Julie was still young enough to not realize a love bite right away, and she was in her “I don’t care” phase anyways so she dropped it pretty easily. But that and with the call earlier and your other disappearing acts, you worried she’d put everything together soon. You sighed as you tried to fall asleep, willing the thought to go away, and for her to be oblivious. You woke up, had dinner, and went to bed early still. Waking up early, you changed silently as Julie slept and snuck out to meet Brian. Luckily the heatwave made it so that the morning wasn’t frigid in any way, and you happened to run into Brian in the foyer as you went to leave.

“Ah, good,” Brain said, seeing you. You smiled at each other, happy to see him again. Time with your family was nice, so was time alone, but something about time with Brian seemed even easier and more enjoyable. “Look at you,” Brian whispered softly, giving you a quick kiss. Your chest fluttered for a moment. You only indulged him for a second before breaking away, fearful of getting caught somehow. 

“Shall we?” You offered. Brian assented and the two of you headed to the beach. “Where should we set up?” You asked, trudging along the beach.

“Over there,” he said, pointing towards a more secluded corner near the wharf, almost obscured into the large posts holding the dock up. You thought it a bit strange, but it was nice still. Besides, you didn’t want this getting out more than he did. The two of you sat down and made yourselves comfortable. “Sorry to wake you up so early.” “It’s alright. I had an early night,” you said.

“Tired from something?”

“I can’t imagine what,” the two of you sneakily smiled to each other and laughed. The sun rose further and its first true rays peaked out from behind the clouds and you sighed happily at the warmth. Brian admired you, and you could see him looking in your peripherals. To tease him further, you took off the light t-shirt you’d been wearing to cover your bikini top and tossed it aside, leaning down. You could hear Brian exhale softly at this, and his next move was scooting forward a bit, lifting your head, and placing it on his lap. 

“This good?” he asked, smiling down at you and brushing your hair away from your face. You smiled.

“Yeah,” you assented softly. You loved the little gestures he was making. In fact, you loved how Brian made you feel most of the time. He made you feel wanted and desired wholly, in softness and in lust. One moment he went from staring at you like he was going to devour you to the next, his gaze shifting, and then looking at you innocently as if you were the sun. You weren’t afraid of these feelings, even if they were rare and hard to shake. You knew this would be over soon, and you decided you might as well let yourself feel everything in your limited time together. Brian looked up, squinting towards the sea and sun. It was so quiet and peaceful, it being so early meaning that no one else had really come out to the beach yet. The only sounds were the waves. He looked thoughtful.

“What’re you thinking about?” you asked softly. He smiled.

“Do you know why the waves push and pull?”

“Because of the moon?”

“Kind of. The moon controls the tide, not the waves. That’s the wind. But do you know why the moon controls the tides?” he asked. You were quiet for a second.

“No, I guess not.” Brian looked down at you excitedly. He pulled your shoulders up and leaned his head down near yours so you were cheek to cheek and could see from his perspective.

“Well, the moon and the Earth are both rotating all of the time, and they’re rotating in the same direction. And the moon and the Earth have a gravitational pull on each other. So when the moon passes over some place on Earth, some place with water, that gravitational pull makes the water bump out towards the moon and on the side of the world directly opposite the moon. That’s what makes high tide. And when the moon isn’t over some place, it’s low tide,” Brian whispered to you, his voice going softly into your ear. “Make sense?” 

“Yeah,” you said, entranced by him. Brian looked at you, still looking out to the sea and decided to continue. 

“But— but the moon and the Earth, since they’re rotating in the same direction, means that it takes a bit for one to catch up to the other. So when there’s high tide, the moon isn’t actually directly over that place yet. The tides a little early,” he finished, hugging you to him.

“Wow. How do you know all of that?” you asked.

“I studied astrophysics in school a while ago,” he finished. 

“Well, that’s really something special,” you said, looking deep into your eyes. Ok. Maybe you did have to be afraid of these feelings. Because they were starting to feel very, very deep and hard to shake.

“I think you’re pretty special,” he said, looking at you deeply before kissing you. You melted into him this time, feeling the sun and joy upon his lips and it all felt like Brian. The two of you sat and talked lazily for a while longer before the mass of people started filing into the beach, and the two of you decided to go and walk down the promenade. The two of you were quiet, knowing that your outing together for the day would have to end soon again, both of you upset at this. You didn’t want to leave Brian, and you nothing seemed as good as being with him. He turned you around, holding your hands. The sun beat down on your backs.

“I’m terribly sorry sweetheart, but I really must go,” Brian said sorrowfully. Your face crumpled, and you nodded.

“I should too,” you said over the loud tourists now, the seagulls squawking, children playing, and people eating and mingling. Brian was about to tear away. “I don’t—“ you started. He turned back towards you and grabbed your hands tighter. “I don’t want you to go,” you said more clearly now. Brian sighed, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. 

“I don’t want to go either. I wish there was a way…” he trailed off, knowing there wasn’t one and he couldn’t finish that sentence.

“Can we find one?” you asked. Brian thought for a moment. 

“Shit,” he whispered for a second, rubbing his forehead with one of his hands, seemingly stressed for a moment before grabbing your hand again. He looked around, like he was fearful of being watched. You supposed you were too. He looked back to you. 

“Yes. I don’t know about finding a way— I can’t think of one right now, but I need to see you again. I— ok, come to the room again. Tonight for dinner.”

“How am I gonna get out of dinner?” You questioned, more to yourself. This seemed to be the only way to see Brian, but you didn’t know how you’d be able to weasel your way out of that one again. 

“I’m not sure, I’m sorry. But it’s the only time— I’ll have to make something up myself,” he finished. You were too preoccupied with your own problem to ask what that meant. “Same room as last time. I’m sorry it’s so difficult, but it’s the only time I can again,” he said, truly looking sorry but desperate to see you. You were a bit desperate too already for the next time you’d see him. This wouldn’t be fun to break once you left Brighton. You nodded.

“I’ll find a way,” you said. Brian and you looked at each other for a moment, not wanting to break away, unable again to do so. 

“Fuck it,” Brian whispered quickly before grabbing you and giving you a deep kiss. Once he pulled away, you had to smile. You couldn’t help it. That did it. 

“See you tonight,” you said, finally able to break away and hurried back to the hotel for breakfast. 

“Hi Julie, just have to change from my run before I head down,” you said, trying to avoid questions from the start as you walked into your room. 

“Whatever,” she said, flopping on her bed for a few moments as she waited for you to change quickly. You did so and headed down to breakfast, no questions asked. You went along with whatever shenanigans your family had planned for the day, and then it was nearly time. 

“Think I’ll sit out this dinner,” you commented just before your aunt and uncle parted ways to freshen up for the meal. Everyone paused, looking at you. 

“Y/N, it’s our last dinner, nonsense!” said your aunt.

“Really, the food’s not sitting with me well. I think it’s from eating out so much during this trip,” you said. Your aunt and uncle looked at you. 

“Well, you don’t have to eat if you don’t feel well, but you’ll at least sit with us. We want your company,” said your uncle. Fuck. It wasn’t working.

“I— really can’t,” you said, clamming up. 

“Why not?” Asked Julie.

“Y/N, what’s the matter?” Your aunt asked.

“You can tell us, is this why you’ve kept disappearing from time to time?” Asked your uncle. You felt terrible for lying, especially when they were being so kind and had been for even taking you on this trip. You had to think of something, right now, right in this moment. 

“I— I’m not alright! I’ve... well, this trip has been very special to me,” you said, calming down. Everyone was focussed straight on you, and all of your anxiety about Brian and everything for this moment gave you a saving grace. Your eyes became watery. You didn’t cry, but were visibly on the verge of it. 

“And, uh, I’m sad about going soon. Very upset. And truth is, I feel like I’ve made a… special connection to Brighton while I’ve been here, and I wanted to take one last walk around in the daylight. Alone. Before tomorrow. Just to connect,” you said. You paused, gauging the reactions. It was some of the greatest bullshit which has ever spewed from your lips, but after a moment:

“Aw, lovely, why didn’t you just say so?” Said your uncle. 

“We’re so glad we were able to give you such a touching experience. And that we’ve been able to spend more time with you,” said your aunt, pulling you into a hug. Somehow, it seemed to have worked.

“Sorry— I would’ve told you. It was just… hard for me to conceptualize,” you said. You felt even worse for lying now that they were being so accepting and caring about your feelings and you were taking advantage of theirs. But what had to be done had to be done. 

“We understand. Go, have your special moment. We’re so grateful you’ve come on our holiday,” said your aunt. They departed, leaving just with Julie. You went into the room, and sat on your bed, willing her not to comment on anything, even though you knew there wasn’t any real hope for that. The door closed, and she looked at you with contempt, hands on her hips, accusatory.

“You expect me to believe that for one second?” she said, voice high. 

“Julie! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you said, done with all of her antics by this point. 

“You might have convinced them, but I know you’re hiding something. You keep appearing, doing strange things, strange calls… tell me right now what’s going on or I’ll tell my parents you’re lying,” said finished. You still felt bad for lying, but played into your part. She didn’t really have anything on you, to your knowledge. 

“There’s nothing to tell, Julie,” you said angrily. “I’m not lying.” Julie glared at you, and changed, now in a mood. The two of you ignored each other, and she left without a word, slamming the door. You should’ve waited longer to be sure they were gone, really, but you couldn’t help yourself, almost immediately jumping up and heading to Brian’s room. You knocked on the door, and no one answered. You groaned frustrated, and already near tears from the confrontations from just earlier. You needed Brian now, needed him to make you feel ok like he always did, and he wasn’t answering. Where was he? You knocked again, and still nothing. Your breathing picked up, and you turned around, crossing your arms. Great. Now he was turning out to be all a lie as well, all of this for nothing. You can’t believe he really was going to ditch you. You were so stupid, believing him, you’d given him what he wanted and he’d left you high and dry, and brought your feelings into it as well. Why did you have to go on and catch feelings for him? Deep feelings, ones that—

“Sorry, I’m so sorry I’m late,” Brian said suddenly, running up to you, and reaching underneath your arm to unlock the door and push you in. You were so baffled, and Brian was so quick in closing the door, you nearly tripped inside, but once you straightened up, Brian tossed the keys down, and looked at you. “What’s the matter?” he asked. Nothing. It was nothing, because he was here and you were fine now. You shook your head, and walked towards the bed. The room looked a bit more lived in now than it had before, but it was still pretty clean, unmussed. Brian grabbed your waist from behind, and leaned down to your ear. “What’s wrong?” but you didn’t answer again, fine that he was here, and grabbed the back of his neck to kiss him. He kissed back, the two of you starting to make out intensely, the kiss deepening and your tongues falling into each others mouth, Brian sighing into your mouth. You kissed until the both of you were out of breath. 

“Want you,” you whimpered softly, trying to convey how much you needed Brian right now, and he needed you just as much. Brian nodded. He turned you around and began slowly undressing the two of you standing as you continued to kiss, the process being deeper than ever but the slowest it had been, not a ravenous hunger this time but an intense process of appreciation. Once Brian had gotten the two of you to your underwear, he sat back against the bed and you came to his lap. Your lips still never parted, both of you moving with each other to get you more and more ready. Eventually, Brian made a beautiful gasp into your lips, and that alit you, kissing down to his neck, to which he sighed, then down his chest to his stomach. You looked to him, grabbing the waistband of his boxers, making direct eye contact. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed in complete appreciation of what you were about to do. You removed his pants, and took him into your mouth slowly. Brian groaned softly, making the most gorgeous noises, and you took your time to taste as much of him as you could. He wove a hand into your hair, guiding you but not forcing you down, moaning softly, until he tugged on your head to bring you up. “Very lovely, darling, but I want to fuck you still,” Brian said. You just brought him in for another kiss, not being able to wait any longer. You needed him inside you, needed to feel how fantastic it was. You removed your final pieces of clothing and sank down onto him, the stretch sending you reeling in the best ways. Just when you felt like you were about to leave the moment, Brian grabbed your upper back, bringing you to his gaze, and encouraging you to move. You moved together, it being wonderful, and you were with him, and it was everything perfect. You looked into his eyes and he into yours the entire time. This was different from the other times, it wasn’t an animalistic fucking for only pleasure as the two of you had in the past, it was a connection this time, a language the two of you were making only between yourselves. Before you knew it, and far too quickly, you were close, and so was he, and the two of you shuddered, falling into each other and into bliss as the two of you finished. You pulled off of him, but stayed in his lap, kissing, and he only held you tighter, as tight as possible as the two of you came down. You couldn’t avoid it forever.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” you blurted out suddenly. Brian pulled back, looking into your eyes, his eyes moving back and forth, seeing you were telling the truth. He was devastated. He didn’t expect to be, and neither did you, but it was the truth.  “I don’t want to go. I don’t want to be away from you,” you said. 

“I— I don’t want you to go either,” Brian said in near horror, thinking about the fact that this was the last time he could hold you. “No, there has to be something, has to be a way,” he whispered, looking down, trying to think of something. You both racked your brains. “Stay here, stay a little longer with me, even if your family goes, you can… you can stay in here,” he said. 

“I can’t do that. What will they say? What about my parents back home, when they find out I’ve stayed in Brighton?” 

“Why can’t they know?”

“They… they’ll never approve. They already think I’m some sort of crazed slut, and if they figure out I’ve met someone on holiday, not only will my aunt and uncle who’ve only treated me with kindness and understanding find out I’ve been lying to them, but my parents will… they’ll stop paying for my school. And I can’t afford it on my own, and I don’t know what I’ll do,” you said, panicked.

“Are you sure they wouldn’t?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, nearly beginning to cry. 

“Shit,” Brian said, sweeping his thumb under your eyes to prevent any tears from dripping down. “But you can’t go. I— fuck, I know this sounds crazy, but I suppose I’ll just say it. I know I’ve just met you and I know this is insane, but I think I love you. And you can’t leave, I can’t—,” Brian stopped, almost choking up himself. Your breathing stopped at his admittance, but then everything became more clear and more complicated at once.

“I think I love you too. But I don’t know what to do,” you said, crying more. Brian continued to wipe your tears. You stood up, getting dressed, getting ready to leave, because there was nothing else to do.

“Wait, Y/N, no,” Brian said, getting somewhat redressed himself quickly to stop you.

“Brian, I have to—“

“No, please,” he pleaded, grabbing your arm softly. 

“Brian, I have to!” you exclaimed, this already being too difficult a departure. Going back home would be absolute hell. Everything after this, the memories, everything, would be hell. 

“But why…”

“Because, I—!” you nearly shouted, stopping with a gasp. Brian was just about to ask what you’d stopped for, before he realized himself. His stomach dropped. You’d seen it. On the dresser, you couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it before. A wedding ring, a man’s wedding ring, sat there, gleaming in the rising moon. You felt sick. He couldn’t be. But the room changes. And the strange meeting times. The not wanting to be found out. And… everything, which was making sense now. You couldn’t believe it. Sure, he was older, but still, you couldn’t believe any of this had happened, that he’d allowed it, that you’d gone along with it so far, that the two of you had apparently fallen in love despite all of it. 

“Y/N,” he whispered in immense fear of what was going to happen next, how you’d react, and the realization of what he’d done setting in. Your breathing was shaky, and you couldn’t move for a moment before you turned around and faced Brian, the arm holding you falling limp. You looked into his eyes. It was a look of betrayal now, but of things making sense, and the next steps being clear now. You swallowed, and took a deep breath.

“Because,” you restated, in only a whisper now. “Because my family wouldn’t allow it. And I love you, but you’re already for someone else,” you finished. Brian held your hands again. He was quiet, not meeting your gaze, looking absolutely distraught. 

“I do love you,” he said. “I’m not lying.”

“I know. But you, you’re… married,” you choked out. 

“I’ll leave—,” Brian stopped himself, not wanting to make promises. He really did love you. But he had fucked up. You shook your head. “I’m so sorry,” he apologized. You gulped.

“I won’t say anything. But I wouldn’t have if… and, I suppose, it’s beneficial still if we both just forget it happened. Don’t let it get out,” you said. Brian hated this, and so did you. Nothing was right anymore. “Well, that’s all it ever was, wasn’t it? Just a holiday fling? A mindless, holiday fling?” you said.

“It wasn’t,” Brian said, and you both knew he was right. “But that’s what we’ll have to leave it as,” he conceded.

“How the memory will go,” you finished. You squeezed each others hands, took in each other for the last time. Now you both knew, this would never, ever work. It was a true shame.

“Goodbye, Brian,” you said.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he said slowly after you. You gave one last look into each others eyes. You left, walking back to your room and having a big old cry. Brian wished he hadn’t looked into your eyes that final time. He wanted the gaze of love, so brief, to be the only one in his memory, forever, but now his last glimpse was all of the hurt he created.

The next morning, you were on the train back. You were silent the whole ride, and luckily Julie seemed to have dropped everything from the night before. It’d worked perfectly, you supposed. No one had found out. But nothing was as it should. You went back home, and so did Brian soon after you, and each of you went back to your normal lives, now a bit more broken inside.

*** 

Time, much time, had passed, and many things had changed. You still didn’t feel as alive as you had with Brian since then, and neither did he, but you were beginning to get back into the swing of things. The seasons had changed, it’d grown hot and cold, and you missed him still, even though everything had ended so messily. One day, much after everything, you had managed to stumble upon something on Brian, then taking to a friend finding out where he was last seen, then through a few calls and using your best sleuthing skills, you had seemingly found where you could reach him. You knew you shouldn’t but you couldn’t resist. It didn’t have to mean anything, and besides, what was a letter?

***

Brian, much after, came home at the end of a long day. He opened his letterbox out of habit, sifting through everything quickly and tiredly on his couch, before he sat up, wide eyed. 

“To Brian May, from Y/N L/N,” it read. Brian opened it quickly, reading and smiling at your familiar person, it coming through your writing. He was thrilled to hear from you, and you had included a return address. Brian wasted no time sending a letter back. 

It was all innocent, really. Genuinely. But couldn’t help your excitement as you opened your letter from Brian, before starting to pen another in response back. 

“Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside…” you quoted, starting your correspondence back. 

[lily-in-thevalley]

Brian x gender neutral reader stargazing on a summer night?

Ohhhh anon you speak my language (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪

Soooo, this was meant to be a short little "boop, here's your story (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)" but then uh... Yeah, enjoy.

As much as you'd gotten comfortable living in the city, your found the more time you spent at Ridge Farm the more you loved it. All of the little perks to being far away from the busy, quick paced, noisy, every day life in London. The animals, the fresh air, waking up without dreading everything you had to do all day... Getting closer with Brian.

Your friendship with Bri was always close, and hardly ever did you come across a disagreement. When you did however, it always lead to a little more of your heart breaking. The last couple of years you two had put as much effort as you could into fixing your friendship after a major blow up. In the midst of a little cuddling Brian had mentioned that Queen were going to a farm, someplace quiet and private. Somewhere you two could heal with each other. And he wanted you to come with him.

Currently, you had no clue where Brian had run off to. Despite all of your efforts, your hurt feeling and all consuming love for Brian became a dangerous concoction. You two would frequently lash out at each other, fall into bed with the intent to take your anger out on each other...and then...Brian would make love to you. His eyes and his body lost all of their anger as he made love to you and made promises to fix his mistakes, promises that he loved you, that he was in love with you. Every night you believed him. And every morning you'd wake up alone. Feeling stupid, used, and unloved. This all became such a vicious cycle of pain and confusion for you both. And-

"(y/n)!" Roger clicked his fingers in front of your face. "Spacing out again? Brian's looking for you. Said he wanted to surprised you or something." Truthfully, you were hardly listening. The mention of Brian's name stung somewhere in your heart and left you reluctant to go find him.

"M'kay, thanks Rog," you got up, fully intending to ignore Brian's apparently want for you "If you see him just say I was tired, so I went to bed."

"Alright fruitcake, g'night" Roger waved, and you gave hum a hum before heading off to your shared room with Brian. You were three steps from the room when the door swung open, revealing a frantic and slightly disheveled Brian.

"oh thank god, angel," the nickname almost felt like a slap to the face, "there you are. Look, just come with me" as though your heart wasn't still broken from last night (when he cradled your body and whispered sweet nothings as you made love, before sneaking out of bed late into the night to keep away from you) he reached for your hand. As though you were burned, you pulled away from the contact, staining Brian's face with confusion.

"I'm going to bed. I'm tired" though it was mostly a lie. You did mean to lay in bed, but your exhaustion wasn't physical, more mental and emotional.

"I know just- can you please trust me? Just for tonight?" His entire being was painted with desperation and honesty. From his messy curls to the frantic, yet completly open gaze he fixed on you.

"...ok. I'll follow you" your head screamed that this was a bad idea. Telling you all of the heartache you endured because of this man while you were nothing more than a friend to him, questioning whether or not he even considered you to be friends anymore.

Gently, he took your hand and lead you across the field surrounding the farm. While your head was screaming, your heart pounded and took in every molecule of serenity that he filled you with. Your heart fixated on the way he held your hand as though he needed you, yet was afraid he'd break you. On the way tears had seemed to only just dry from his face, or the way the breeze grazed over his cheeks to brush the curls from his face. His entire body spoke of exhaustion and sadness, tugging at your heartstrings.

It must have been an hour or so ago since the sun set, leaving you both in a quiet cocoon of night and silence. Before long, Brian stopped and looked around, muttering under his breath before turning to you.

"I think... We're here" his soft voice made you shiver, making you kick yourself mentally.

"here? What's here?" You watched him sit in the grass and pat the space next to him. When you sat next to him, he layed back in the freshly trimmed grass.

"it's dark enough out here, far away from the city you know and um... You can see the stars." Brian pointed, tracing the lines of an asterism, and you laid back with him.

Besides the breeze and an occasional chittering from some woodland animal you couldn't see, the two of you laid there in complete silence for what must have been an hour. Though you were quiet, your mind was racing. Trying to find the motivation behind Brian's sudden apparent need for you. Taking a risk, you turned your head to glance at him. Your breath caught in your throat.

Brian had an intense, yet sad gaze fixed on you. Faintly, you could make out a glimmer of fresh tear tracks on his cheeks. He didn't stop staring as you caught him, he only smiled. A sad and tired smile. Your head couldn't stop you anymore as your heart moved your hand to cup his cheek, brushing newly formed tears from under Brian's eyes.

"Bri-" the words you meant to say were lost as he pressed a soft kiss to your palm.

"Watch the stars baby" he whispered, a scratchy, quiet noise that he tried to laugh off.

You looked back to the sky, opting to scoot closer and lay with your side pressed against Brian's. Easily, as though you were two magnets drawn to each other, your hands clasped together. Though it was minimal contact, you could feel his breathing calm from where he was pressed against you.

Another half hour must have lapsed in silence before you could find the words you needed.

"Bri... Are you ok?" The words were simple enough, yet caused him to hold your hand tighter.

"No" even with the single word his voice broke, getting husky and quiet in a way you only became so familiar with in the last year. He was still crying.

"what's-?" He cut you off.

"I'm so scared angel," he brought up a hand to wipe at the tears rolling down his cheeks, "shit, I'm so scared." You fully turned to face him, laying on your side.

"Baby, talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Why are you so scared?" You could hear the growing fear in you own voice, a mix of concern and anxiety that tightened your chest. Brian's breath hitched with a little cry before he could talk.

"I'm- I've been so awful to you. I've been hurting you and leaving you and promising you so much and then-" he sniffled, trying to regain some composure. His voice came out strained "been doing it all because I'm so scared."

You gently brushed away a new flood of tears from his cheeks, shushing him as his little cries turned into more heart pulling sobs.

"shh brimi... What are you scared of?" Carefully, you ran your fingers through his curls. Something to sooth him as his crying waned again.

"Scared of how much I love you. God it- it's been eating me up inside (y/n), making me do all kinds of stupid things I shouldn't." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands to hide his face. Feeling like he could cry more just from the embarrassment and vulnerability of his words.

"You're scared of...but you keep leaving after we-"

"I know what I've done is wrong" his tone turned bitter, a testament to his anger with himself. "I've done nothing but hurt you and I've been nothing but weak and selfish and-" he took a short breath "After we... Make love, angel, and you've fallen asleep in my arms, and we've promised each other our love... I get so scared that I'll only hurt you more. After new years we saw how much I can hurt you and I've only made it worse since we got here."

In the brief silence, you squeezed his hand. Offering as much reassurance as you could silently while tears formed in your own eyes.

"so... You leave me?"

"I run away. Like the coward I am" Brian's words to himself were bitter and on edge.

"I want to to stay with me. After we make love I just want you to stay. You don't have to love me or be committed to me, I just want-"

"I love you." Compared to the edge that lined his voice previously, the gentle way he spoke those three words cut through the atmosphere. "I love you, and I want a committed relationship with you. I'm just... Scared I can't be good enough for you."

Silence coated you two again.

You snuggled into his side, resting your head on his chest.

"I love you Brian," you paused as you felt his breath hitch. "Be mine?"

Suddenly, he pulled you into his chest, trapping you to his heart.

"Brian?"

"yes... I'll be yours. Please angel, just give me this chance."

You stroked over his heart, trying to calm him down again.

"I've got you...my star boy"

✧⁠✧✧✧

When you woke up the next morning you were laying on Brian's chest in the grass. The blanket of dread that coated your heart was nowhere to be found. You felt calm as your head moved with the rise and fall of Brian's breathing.

Things would be ok. You and Brian would be ok.

Some day. One day.

[imeternallylove]

Don't grow up, it's a trap - Brian May; Prologue

Pairing: Brian May x Reader

Warning: none

Word: approx 1.3k

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If he knew he had grown up this way.

Perhaps it was preferable to be a youngster who knew nothing except eating, playing, and napping.

People beings grow up in many civilizations. Some are born under a lucky star and are unaware that there is a demon named afflictive and wounded existing in this universe. However, certain persons who were raised. No, it should be called 'lived on their own' 一will have a higher level of immunity than others.

That does not imply their goodness. But it was an essential weapon for survival when facing tough times; it was intended just for anybody like him who lived below the poverty line. It kept on threatening his life, shattering every piece of his bone and cruelly smashing them to the ground. Despite being awake, it seemed like a terror nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.

'Brian May' is an uncommon boy. However, it isn't actually noteworthy. It sounds tricky, doesn't it? But that was his life after his parents' disappearance due to debt, while the whole town was during the world war.

The boy recalled the hectic circumstances at home throughout that extended period of time, and how they remained to be that way, over and over. He nearly lost sight of the definition of happiness and the proper way to smile or laugh.

Delicious food was once the thing on each evening dinner table, but that is starting to change. There were just grilled potatoes obtainable lately, and the soup was given as a side dish to enhance the flavour of the tasteless potatoes that had to be consumed all in one bowl, for the whole family.

He heard his parents arguing constantly, and headphones ended up being his best buddy by default. However, that is not nearly as unpleasant as hearing the creditors' relentless pounding on the door, who appear prepared to burst in at any moment if they are serious about it.

Only in the closet could sixteen-year-old Brian give a hug to his younger sister. With her head pressed against his chest, he protected her even though he was conscious that he wouldn't be able to stop the door from breaking in. After their parents made the decision to disappear without a trace since they had creditors pursuing them. From that moment on, Brian's biggest duty towards his younger sister has been to be strong for her, even when it meant leaving only tears on her cheeks.

Yes, he understands that his parents weren't abandoning him or his younger sister. Nevertheless, it seems that things happened this way because they had to leave this environment. Because his parents are unaware of how creditors would make demands for money if they were there. Which was probably worse than the hammering at the house door, which scared the hell out of him and his sister and made them afraid to leave.

A sixteen-year-old boy whose sole pursuits in life are music and education. To continue living his realities, he had to give go of his fantasies. Give up on the band, put the handmade guitar in the cupboard, and start working a part-time job after school.

For a young boy who had never experienced hardship before, he was unsure about what to do with the remaining money and where it would take him and his sister. However, it was lucky that the uncle next door, who was a neighbour, constantly prepared meals for him. And thus, day by day, he and his sister lived. 'Betty May' is still quite young. Brian does not want his younger sister to have to worry about this. But he had no idea what to do. Because additional money is insufficient, he will soon have to pay tuition. He is unlikely to be able to provide for himself and his younger sister financially. However, requesting a loan from a neighbour, like Uncle David, would be excessive.

Brian sensed he was in trouble. However, seeking assistance from others should be done in moderation.

Humans have a tendency to do dumb things when they feel hopeless. Yes, Brian feels this is the case. When he sat looking at the square screen with his hands on the keyboard in a computer lesson, his friend from the computer science department was overjoyed to show him it was a prototype. He looked like he suffered from a lack of sleep while learning how to use with.

The sixteen-year-old boy stared at it for a moment before writing the tragic tales of his own life on a blank page, and thanks to his highest grade at Imperial College, he had the kind privilege of receiving a tiny article published in the newspapers for the entire city of London, which has at least three million readers per day.

Brian couldn't recall what he had written, and he didn't want to. It might be filled with disappointment in life, what he was excellent at, or the whole agony that has been suppressed in his heart. Asking for help in vain and not knowing whether anyone will respond with a boy who has no idea who they are and no interest in life.

But it wasn't too horrible. When God told him to believe in, 'the miracles' one more time.

Not long afterward, the professor contacted him to schedule an appointment. He said that someone had seen his letter in the newspapers and offered to help with schooling and monthly expenditures, even if it was a small amount. So he asked Brian if he still needed lend a hand in helping, because here was his opportunity.

The boy was dumbfounded by what he had heard. He was thinking about hitting himself in the face once to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Is it truly feasible for somebody to reach out and support kids who do not know who they are? Brian sat calmly for quite some time, and his professor was silent, indicating that Brian, his student, wanted to concentrate.

Brian was still half believing and half unbelieving. It wasn't until he received a cheque with credit to cash at the bank, along with a huge shopping bag with a pair of black and light brown suit-and-tie sets and black leather shoes. He noticed a pair of freshly released flower pattern shift dresses for ladies in other bags, as well as maroon Mary-Jane heels, with a short message and charming calligraphy expressing delight in him and Betty, which the tall boy could guess was from whom.

The boy finally discovered the world wasn't all devils around him. Who were these people? How did the benefactors who saved his and his sister's lives appear? The boy was confident that they were angels. The boy vividly recalls the emotion of the first moment; even the corners of his eyes turned blazing red and his younger sister had to hold and soothe him.

Brian returned to see his professor the next day, this time wearing a new pair of gleaming black leather shoes. After staying up all night wondering, 'Why are the benefactors so kind?', he was keen to find out who the wonderful person was who rescued him and his sister from the demon hordes. Why did they decide to help? Because even if the entire world is full of lack of thoroughness, and depth of character and he is much too young to confront it, that person seems not to be concerned whether the message he has written is a falsehood or real.

As his professor consultant was done with some papers, he smiled softly as he informed his student. "Her name is Y/N..."

Brian fails to control himself; he gasps suddenly with his mouth open and barely knows how to breathe, just because he eventually discovered their name, noㅡ her name.

"Miss Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N."

oh hi

[acciotwinz]

Brian May Blurb

Since setting food on Canadian soil, Brian knew that it wouldn’t be his favourite place. Sure, he’s used to the gloomy, gray days in London but there’s something about biting cold and snow that reaches your ass that just makes him miserable. 

They had been moving from city to city for the past two weeks and they now had a day off in the country’s capital city.

Brian is admiring their version of Parliament Building - it looks almost identical to the one in London - when it starts snowing. Again. 

With a groan, Brian turns to start trekking back to his hotel room. 

The snow is falling increasingly faster, making the roads and sidewalks even more slippery and icy than it was on his way over. He’s so busy watching where he puts his feet down that he doesn’t realize that he’s about to walk into traffic.

Someone grabs his arm, roughly pulling him back and Brian loses his footing, landing in a snow-bank. “Are you okay?!”

Brian struggles to get himself off the ground and someone giggles, making his head snap up. His eyes land on someone who is clearly Canadian (the lack of winter gear is really telling). She smiles sweetly at him and extends an ungloved hand, “Not front around here, eh?”

He accepts the hand, shocked that this stranger doesn’t end up in the snow alongside him. “What gave it away?”

She grins, “The way you were walking. Only tourists, new Canadians and children watch their feet.”

Brian grimaces, “Of course. It does snow in England but definitely not as much as I’ve seen here these past two weeks.”

“Not a fan of it?”

“Not really,” he shrugs, doing his best to get the snow off his hair so that it won’t melt down his back. “But I don’t have much of a choice.”

“Here for work?”

He nods and the girl smiles at him. She extends her hand once again, “Wanna see something that could change your mind?”

Brian eyes the hand for a moment before looking the girl in the eye. “Can’t be worse than this.”

She laughs, “That’s the spirit!” 

The girl, Y/N, ends up taking him skating along the frozen Rideau Canal, eating beaver tails and drinking hot chocolate as the snow keeps falling and giving the whole city a magical sort of feeling. They end up beneath Parliament hill, watching the sun set and create art on the ice with the colors reflecting off the surface.

“Not that bad, eh?” Y/N grins, bumping her shoulder against his.

Brian smiles down at her, grabbing her hand and kissing her knuckles softly. “Guess not.”

“Do you like my country, now?”

“Oh definitely! But I think it has more to do with the beautiful person besides me.”

[muschiettistrashmouth]

MOVIES - MASTERLIST

🕸 DRACULA (1931) 🕸:

All I Wanted Was You. The wonder of you.

Ⓐ AVENGERS Ⓐ:

Favorite Movies.

Horror Movies.

Nightmares.

✵ CAPTAIN MARVEL ✵:

Flirting.

2 times Carol saved you from getting hurt vs 1 time you saved her.

3AM.

🎈IT🎈

🎈BILL DENBROUGH -

Happy Birthday, babe.

Richie was right.

𓊖 X-MEN 𓊖:

Carving Pumpkins.

🎙BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY🎙:

🎙ROGER TAYLOR -

Relax.

Car Accident.

Friends With Benefits.

Food Fight.

🎙BRIAN MAY-

Period cramps.

Amusement Park.

Constellation.

Ticklish.

📽HERCULE POIROT 📽:

I don't wanna be your friend I wanna kiss your lips. Pt2.

Credits:

THE DIVIDERS ARE FROM CAFEKITSUNE

[likesomekindofcheese]

hey🙂 may I make an HC or blurb(I can't remember which is which) request for Brian May x reader(can include the guys too) where the reader gets news of her mom's passing? Sorry I know that's a dark request but my mom passed away last night and I umm I don't know...😢

Hello there!

First off, I know I sent you a message but I am tremendously sorry for your loss. It must hurt a lot still!

I hope this is somewhat comforting!

"Y/N, your mom passed..." the voice on the phone announced.

You blinked at first. It hit you like the wave of the ocean and you were under water though you were in reality on land, feet on earth.

"What...what do you mean?" you asked.

The voice on the phone explained how your mother died. Brian stepped up behind you, seeing how the color left your face and how you were shaking.

"Oh...alright..." you replied softly.

After a few last exchanges between the person on the other end of the line, you hung up the phone.

"Y/N...what is it? What's going on?" he asked.

You turned around to him. He touched both of your arms.

"Brian...my mother is dead..." you announced.

His jaw dropped and a hand flew over his mouth.

"What!? You don't mean...."

"She's dead, Brian...she's dead..." you babbled out.

The tears hit over you, washing through. You grabbed onto your shirt and he held onto you tight, so you were safe.

"Here Y/N...you can cry...you can always cry on me..." he said as you let out your wailing.

As you cried, you snuggled into his cloth- already stained with tears. Then you looked up at him and he down at you.

"Brian...please don't go...please don't leave me..." you begged.

"I won't...I'll be right here when you need me. I don't have anything I need to run to. I'm not going anywhere..."

Both of you sank on the couch as, through hard tears, you rested your head on Brian's chest. You relayed how your mother died.

There was a pause. You heard his watch ticking and his heartbeat.

"How do you feel now, Y/N?" he asked.

"Like I'll...I'll always be sad..."

"My dear, feel the sadness and accept it-- it's fine to drown in sadness for some time. And it's your mum!" he insisted.

He gradually called each of the guys as the kettle was put on for tea. You were enjoying a cup by the time Roger rushed to the house to give you a hug. He showed some gentleness beneath his chaotic "bad boy" exterior.

"Y/N, that's bloody awful! Fuck!" he cried.

When he got a beer from the fridge, he made a toast to you and your mother and sipped in deep.

"I don't know your mum, never met her....but you're amazing, Y/N. You're so good for Brian. And if it upsets you then...then I'm on your side..." Roger said.

The boys were kind enough to each send flowers to the funeral. Brian went by you, dressed in a suit and his wild curls attempting to be tamed with a comb. Deaky and Freddie said he would meet all of you after to listen to some records and fix any drink of your choice after.

You were so grateful to have his arm to cling to. You never let go. With Brian, you could feel safe

[rushingheadlong]

(From Bri's Instagram stories)

[johnlennonswifey]

Since I haven’t been posting, I’ve decided I’ll make a little list of some of my favorite fics!!

🎸= All time fav

——

THE BEATLES-

John Lennon

70s!John x Reader 🎸

Mustache John x Reader

Paul McCartney

Paul x Reader (love letter) 🎸

Paul x Reader (Part 2 of 2)

George Harrison

Jealous!George x Reader 🎸(literally my fav fic ever)

Comfort!George x Reader

George x Reader (somewhat Friends to lovers?)

Ringo Starr

Teddy Boy!Ringo x Reader

Ringo x Assistant!Reader

Ringo x Reader (fluffy)

Ringo x Reader (Married, dinner with parents)🎸

QUEEN-

Roger Taylor

Roger x Reader (childhood friends to lovers)🎸

Roger x Reader (fluff)

Roger x Reader (fluff and more,(Roger gets hurt)) 🎸

John Deacon

John x Reader (John is readers handyman, I love this fic with all my heart pls read it)🎸

John x Reader (Series, 6/10 parts are out, I definitely recommend reading)🎸

Brian May

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Brian x Reader (Queen becomes a Hit)🎸

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Blurbs-

Beatles Blurb

[miss-sister-sit-reveal]

https://chelsey-570.mxtkh.fun/uq/LoZchAz

[stesichoreanpalinode]

HOW did we not know this before? Picture it! Brian, Roger, Freddie and Tim in a cave in Cornwall singing harmonies spontaneously and listening to the echoes…

[twotitsjohndecaon]

Brighton Rock | Happy Little Day

Howdy folks finally posting this shit. This is a small lil series which I hope you like. Apparently I only write about fucking on vacations, but sue me.

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: Clubs. Drinking. Swearing probably. Lusting. Then sin, lots and lots of filthy shit, 18+ or else.

“Y/N, stop laying around!” You opened your eyes and looked up to your teenaged cousin, Julie, who was looking at you with contempt. Your eyes adjusted to the bright sun. You were peacefully enjoying said sun on the beach in your new bikini when you were so rudely interrupted.

“I thought you wanted to go in the water?” you replied.

“It’s boring all alone and mum and dad won’t come in with me. And I don’t want to go in with Daniel either because then I’d just have to look after him the whole time. I wanna go in deep,” complained Julie, referencing her baby brother, your youngest cousin. You had kind of been forced to go on this trip. Your aunt and uncle had extra room in the accommodation and travel for their beach holiday to Brighton by accident, and them and the rest of your family didn’t really give you a choice as to whether you wanted to go or not. You didn’t mind too much. A beach vacation wasn’t the worst thing in the world, and you didn’t really mind this side of your family (except for moments like these). It was more the fact that no one gave you a choice in the matter which annoyed you. But here you were anyways, enjoying the sun and beach well enough. You sighed and stood up, dusting your legs off. 

“Fine. But only for a little bit and I don’t wanna go in too deep and you better not drown,” you said, walking off with Julie, who rolled her eyes. The two of you went in the water, shrieking at the cold at first and then giggling a little when the waves would bounce you up. Julie eventually went a little farther and you went a little closer to the shore. Your top half dried as you kicked some rocks around, feeling your feet sink in little by little with each wave. After a few minutes, Julie came back to join you. You kicked around a little more before Julie looked to the shore and then smiled deviously back at you. 

“What?” you asked. She crossed her arms.

“That guy’s staring at you,” she whispered with a nudge of her head. You looked to see who she was talking about, and lo and behold, a man did seem to be staring at you, luckily not too much at your body but still held an intense gaze. He was handsome you supposed at first glance, older, but before you made any other judgements you turned back to Julie.

“No he’s not. He’s wearing sunglasses too. You can’t tell if he’s staring.”

“Yes he is,” she giggled. “Oh well. Not my beach romance to throw away I suppose,” she said, heading back to sit by her parents. You rolled your eyes this time and looked at the man looking once more. He noticed you and gave you a smile, and you just crossed your arms over your chest a bit subconsciously before heading back for a moment to grab Daniel and put your sunglasses on yourself. You returned to the water, bending over to hold his arms up so he wouldn’t lose balance in the waves and so you could lift him up. Daniel was laughing and the man was still staring. You realized as you continued to lift Daniel up that by bending over to help him, you were giving this man a full on view of your ass from the back and tits from the front. You blushed a bit at this realization and picked up Daniel, standing fully up and went back to the towels laid out to dry off. You sat him down and laid out again next to Julie. 

“How’s your boyfriend?” She teased in a low voice so her parents couldn’t hear. 

“Julie, I’m not interested in some pervy guy who sits on the beach alone to look at girls’ bodies.”

“Even if he’s cute?”

“Yes, even if he’s cute. Now drop it,” you said, laying down completely.

***

After leaving the beach, taking turns cleaning up, and putting on a sundress for dinner. Before you all left, as the street lamps were beginning to turn on, you enjoyed the bugs chirping and the warm evening air. Your aunt and uncle had asked you to run to the store quickly to buy some food for Daniel, as he was an extremely picky eater at the moment and it would be closed by the time dinner was over. You had showered and gotten ready first too, so it made sense for you to go. Stopping in the M&S simply food down the road, you looked around the aisles to pick out some snacks for the baby. When looking to make sure you were getting the right type of cereal, you were just about to turn around and go to the check out when you nearly bumped into someone, muttering a “sorry” before looking to see who it was. You actually bumped into their chest first, looking up to see the man who had been staring at you by the beach, who looked considerably taller standing up. He smiled when he realized he was you. You hated admitting Julie was right, but he was lean, sharp, tan, and handsome, and his eyes were gorgeous. But that still didn’t make you any less creeped out by him since the encounter from earlier.

“Sorry, I should’ve been more careful,” he said, with what you hated to admit was a lovely voice as well.

“It’s no problem,” you said, wanting to end this conversation and get away from this guy. You started walking away when he kept talking. 

“I think I saw you at the beach earlier today,” he said. You stopped, turning half around. 

“Mm-hmm.” You weren’t gonna make this easy for him. The man seemed a little distraught at your closed off nature but kept trying. 

“I-I just wanted to say I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to stare so much and make you uncomfortable.” He said, taking a timid step closer. You didn’t move luckily and turned more towards him. You actually appreciated a bit him realizing what he had done and apologizing. You lowered your arms and met his eyes. 

“It’s— it’s ok.” You gave a small smile. Neither of you moved, and he took that as a sign to continue talking. 

“I promise I don’t make it so much of a habit,” he chuckled. He turned to the cereal to pick out the same box as you did. “Here for the nightly… cereal and applesauce?” He said. You chuckled a bit. 

“It’s for my baby cousin. And like you can talk,” you said, pointing out the fact he selected a box too. He chuckled.

“Touché. It’s for the morning. I’m Brian, by the way,” he smiled, and damn, you wish his smile wasn’t so lovely. 

“Y/N,” you replied. Silence fell between you two for a moment, and before you could even reconsider you asked, “why were you staring?” Even though you knew the answer. Brian chuckled again. 

“Because sometimes I can’t resist looking at a beautiful girl,” he smiled. The comment made you blush more than you would’ve liked. “See you around, Y/N,” he said, looking you up and down once more before heading to the till, leaving you flustered in the aisle.

***

“What took you so long? Rendezvous with your boyfriend?” Teased Julie before you headed out to dinner. 

“No. Shut up.” You said and she chuckled. By the end of the meal, you’d managed to forget about him, but when you closed your eyes for the night you couldn’t help but replay his hungry gaze up and down your body. 

In the morning, you’d mostly shaken the experience again. You and your family had a lovely time walking leisurely through the Victoria Gardens and appreciating the pavilion. You only minorly distracted yourself. You thought you’d seen him, a glimpse of his hair when walking past the street, but it had to have been your imagination. You scolded yourself in a way. Brian was on your mind more than you wished. And you still found him staring at you creepy but he didn’t seem too bad in the shop. The truth was, it had been a while since you’d been flattered so explicitly by someone so attractive, so you couldn’t help but appreciate the attention. You continued the day shopping and eating with your aunt and uncle, and headed back to the inn you were all staying at to clean up for dinner again. And by this point you’d pretty much forgotten about Brian again. Until you walked into the inn’s foyer, and there he was. You froze for a moment, your eyes widening and his as well, clearly an unexpected interaction. You prayed Julie wouldn’t notice him and tease you further for your obvious reaction and infatuation for the man when you affirmed you were the opposite the day before. But she didn’t seem to notice, and your aunt and uncle were none the wiser. You nearly paused as his gaze quickly switched from surprise to something else, something darker and hungrier. It made your stomach do a quick flip before you quickly composed yourself and caught up with your family. You quickly made your way to your room and locked yourself in the bathroom, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down from the situation. The two of you were at the same accommodation, making you bound to see each other. You weren’t sure if this terrified you or excited you. It was a mixture of both, and which one you wanted to admit least you were unsure. That night again, he pervaded your dreams and thoughts.

***

Your family’s activity for the next day was to spend the day at the pier playing all the arcade games and going on rides. You accompanied them of course. You spent the day racking up plenty of tickets which you redeemed for prizes worth less than a quarter of what you spent to get the tickets, much to Julie’s objection. She was upset you were more tactical at some of the games than her, but then you made it up to her by accompanying her on all of the amusement rides she wanted to go on, since your aunt and uncle had to watch the baby most of the time, but they took the odd turn themselves. Then, deciding she wanted a second go at beating you, you and Julie returned to the arcade, deciding to set a 30 minute timer to see who could win the most tickets in that time. You were fine with letting her have this one, so you only occasionally played the odd game while she went off in a frenzy on her own. As you were leaning over a pinball game, which didn’t even give out tickets, you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around to see Brian. You stepped back in shock, instead falling a bit into the corner of the machine and beginning to trip. Brian luckily noticed and caught you by grabbing your waist. As he righted you, he kept his hands lingering for a moment.

“Careful,” he smiled, his face closer than it had even been. You looked into his eyes and got lost for a moment, enjoying his grip on you and his gaze. You shook your head and stood up as his hands fell.

“I’m beginning to think you’re stalking me,” you said, brushing yourself off a bit, “but thank you.” 

“Pleasure. And I’m not stalking you. Every time’s been a coincidence,” said Brian cheekily. 

“How can I believe you? I barely know you,” you said truthfully, but in a tone that suggested a bit of a challenge, like you wanted to know him more. Brian was magnetizing, and you felt to be a complete victim of his charm. Brian smirked in response and got a bit closer. You could breath him in a bit at this point, and it was addicting, however, he wasn’t close enough necessarily where it would be inappropriate for a stranger to be so close.

“You can get to know me more, if you like,” he said. You looked worryingly around for Julie. You knew that the timer the two of you had set up would be almost out by now. “Problem?” asked Brian, genuinely a bit concerned he’d made you uncomfortable.

“My cousin’s here. She can’t see you. I— I’d never hear the end of it,” you said with a bit of a chuckle, and a gaze that just about conveyed you were sorry you’d have to go. Brian nodded in understanding and smiled a bit once more.

“I understand,” he started. You were just about to move away when he grabbed your forearm lightly, and you whipped your head around to face him again, your hair flipping with the action and him catching its scent. It sent him slightly mad, but he composed himself. “But if you can manage a moment away, I’ll be at the 10 Below bar later tonight.” You stared at him. “In case you wanted to get to know me more,” he finished, letting your arm go and then walking away. You rubbed your arm at the spot where he held, not in pain, but to try to imprint the feeling in a way. You didn’t know what to make of his offer. He was extremely handsome, and seemed to have you under some sort of spell. But it seemed too convenient, and you couldn’t have your family know, because then they’d tell your parents and even though you were an adult all hell would break loose. You swallowed and composed yourself and found Julie, who boasted about her winning against you. You congratulated her, found your aunt and uncle, and returned to clean up again. However, this time, you didn’t go to dinner, which they had earlier than usual.

“Ready to go?” asked your Aunt Susan as she knocked on the door, your uncle and Daniel in tow. She, your uncle, and Daniel were sharing a room and you and Julie were sharing one with two beds next door. Julie went past you to the hallway to join them, and you were nearly about to as well, before you made a split second decision.

“Actually, I think I’m going to stay back,” you said. 

“Everything all right?” Aunt Susan asked, concerned. Julie looked at you strange. “Yeah. It’s just… it’s that time of the month and it’s just started,” you whispered, placing your hand over your lower stomach. “I’m fine. Just a bit uncomfortable and I think I should rest for tomorrow,” you said. Julie believed you, as you had been quiet since coming back. She chalked it up to the pain now but it was really because you were silently freaking out about Brian asking you out. 

“Aw, love, you go and rest. We’ll bring you back a sandwich and some chips?” said Aunt Susan. 

“If it’s no trouble,” you said. They nodded and headed on their way. You closed the door and sighed to yourself. Were you really going to do this? You found your answer as you rushed to the closet to ransack your suitcase for anything you could wear to a bar, something dashing. You hadn’t really packed anything because you’d assumed you wouldn’t be going out much on your family vacation with a teenage cousin, a baby, and your middle aged aunt and uncle. You really had nothing. “Shit,” you whispered to yourself. You quickly made your way out of the inn down the road, praying for any shops to be open still. Your family had gone to dinner earlier luckily, but it was still somewhat late for shops. After nearly jogging down the road, the only contender was a TK Maxx. It’d have to do. You threw something together, returned to the inn quickly to darken your makeup, and got all ready. You had to leave before everyone got back. You were about to run out of the door when you realized you’d need an excuse to be gone. You grabbed the inn’s notepad and pen and quickly scribbled down, took a walk to see if it would help and might stop by the shop. Y/N. You hoped that’d be good enough. You were in the clear and hadn’t realized you’d nearly been running to the bar you’d been walking so fast. You slowed down as you arrived and entered.

With a quick scan of the room, you didn’t see Brian. Taking a moment, you found the bathroom. You made sure you still looked alright, and took a deep breath to calm yourself down and panicked a bit. You and Brian never agreed on a time. But he had to show up at some point? Worst comes to worst, you figured, you could get some guy to buy you a drink if Brian never showed up. But you decided not to worry about that at the moment and went back out to the counter. The place was nice enough, it was nearly half-bar-half-club, but not so loud or dark. The lights were dimmed and there was ample seating, not all too busy this early yet. There was a stage where some musicians were chatting and tuning their instruments. You sat down at the bar and placed your order. You got something to sip on, maybe calm your nerves a bit but not make you unaware of anything. You sat sipping and people watching for a bit, and someone tried to approach you as you sat alone but you turned them down. The bar got busier and busier by the minute, but never too packed. Eventually, you felt a hand at the small of your back, and turned around to see Brian.

“You came,” you said, looking him up and down but not gracing him with a smile. You were still unsure of him. He was damn attractive in these lights, and it was a bit frustrating. 

“You came,” he reiterated. “I wasn’t sure if you would.” “Why? Think I was afraid?”

“A bit maybe. You looked a little spooked earlier,” Brian chuckled.

“That’s because you were stalking me.”

“Well that’s why we’re here, aren’t we? To prove I’m not some stranger who was stalking you?” You rolled your eyes a bit but smiled. Brian ordered a drink and topped yours up. 

“Thanks,” you said. Brian sat down and scooted his stool closer to you. 

“Besides, how do I know you weren’t stalking me?” Brian smirked. You smiled.

“I guess you’ll just have to believe me. I wasn’t.”

“Ditto,” he said, taking a sip. You admitted to yourself, you liked him. It was going well so far. Nothing seemed forced or awkward, it seemed like the innuendos and the flirting came naturally around each other.

“I can’t stay long,” you said. “Supposedly I’m sick,” you explained. 

“Ah,” he replied. “What’s your affliction?” 

“Women’s troubles,” you smiled, testing him a bit. Some of the more ignorant men in the world got grossed out at the mere mention of things like women’s anatomy, and you wanted to filter those out fast. Luckily, Brian chuckled again.

“That’s a mean one,” he said. “So you’re not from Brighton, then? Just here on holiday?” he asked. You nodded. “Me too. I’m in some part of Greater London at all times,” he chuckled.

“What keeps you there?” you asked.

“Work, mostly.”

“You’re one of those workaholics, then?”

“Ha, I try not to be, but sometimes the job demands it,” he said, staying ambiguous, not wanting his career to detract from the conversation like it had in other interactions he’d had. “And what about you, like the beach?” he asked.

“Fine enough,” you said. “I know you do, though,” you teased.

“I do? And how could you possibly know that?”

“Because you liked staring at my tits pretty well the other day,” you said teasingly, mixing your drink with your straw.

“Can you blame me?” he chuckled. You blushed and looked over to the side.

“So what, come to Brighton alone often?” you asked.

“No, not often. I haven’t been to Brighton in a while. But tell me more,”

“About what?”

“Yourself,” he said. You noticed the quick subject change, but brushed it off.

“Like, what’s my favorite color?” 

“Sure,”

“I thought we were here so I could get to know you,” you said.

“Alright then. It’s black.”

“Black’s not a color.”

“Sure it is.”

“No, black is a lack of color,” you teased. He smiled at you and furrowed his brow bit.

“Well then what’s yours?” he asked.

“I don’t have one,” you said, drinking more.

“You’ve got to be kidding,”

“Why would I kid about that?”

“No, I believe you, I just can’t believe you’d tell me black’s not a color and then go on to say you don’t even have a favorite color yourself,” he laughed. “It’s the audacity.” You opened your mouth in feigned offense.

“Know what I think is audacious, Brian?” you said, leaning in close. Brian leaned in close himself. Your scent enraptured him in the most glorious way, and your wit was killer and everything about you made him desire you greatly. 

“What?” he said, his face close to yours. You looked at his lips momentarily, then back to his eyes.

“Inviting me to a bar without setting a time and assuming I’d show up,” you said, leaning away and finishing your drink. It was helping you feel lighter on top of everything. Brian tried to snap himself out of it. 

“Well I managed to luck out then, didn’t I?” he said.

“Most certainly,” you conceded. The jazz band had finished setting up and began to play with a quick announcement. You and Brian enjoyed the song, where halfway through he moved closer and slipped his hand around your waist, tentatively and then more firmly when you didn’t move away. You moved into him a bit more. As the next song started, Brian stood up and took your hand. 

“Care to dance?” he said. You nodded and grabbed his hand. The song wasn’t too lively or slow. He grabbed your waist again and you secured your arms around his neck (which was a bit of a reach) and swayed together, his hands slowly slipping lower and your hips slowly touching more and more. You could hardly handle it, Brian staring straight into your eyes so intensely. He was a charming, clever guy, and incredibly handsome, and you couldn’t help but feel attracted to him in a very literal and physical way. Brian was no better off. You were driving him crazy with your eyes back, your lips and the feel of you, your hair, everything. He gave in soon and put a hand on your jaw, and you gave him a smile and a look that said, I dare you, and that’s all he could handle before he brought his lips to yours. The kiss was intense, a bit messy and lustful but very deep. He pulled away soon after as the song finished again. You looked at him sorrowfully as you figured you should go, though you wanted to do nothing more than dance the night away. You didn’t, you couldn’t get attached to some guy you met on holiday. You’d have to leave soon and didn’t want to get hurt. So you leaned to his ear.

“I should go,” you said, trying to convey you were sorry for it. Brian looked upset too a bit, and nodded. Before you could break away again, he pulled you close suddenly and whispered into your ear, sending shivers through you as his breath hit your neck.

“158,” he said. You looked at him, confused. “I’m in room 158. Tomorrow after dark,” Brian finished. Your stomach swooped as you realized what he meant, and nodded, before parting away. You wrapped your arms around yourself to protect from the slight chill of the night as you quickly walked back to the inn. You opened the door to find Julie sitting in bed and reading. She looked up at you.

“Took you long enough,” she said, her brow furrowing when she noticed your appearance. “Where’d you get that from?” she said, referencing your clothes. You froze and panicked as you realized you’d forgotten to account for your going out clothes when coming back.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I packed this with me and changed to go on the walk,” you said, folding your arms again and quickly rushing to the bathroom again to undo your appearance. When you came out of the bathroom, she was back to her book. You sat down in your own bed. “You got my note then?” 

“Yeah,” she said mindlessly. “When’d you leave? It’s a bit late now.”

“When’d you all come back from dinner?” You asked, avoiding the question. 

“Just after 8. And you didn’t answer me,” Julie said. 

“I left just before 8. And then I walked down to the shop but it was closed and then took a long walk,” you said, hoping that’d be a good enough alibi. Julie just shrugged. To put the nail in the coffin, you suggested, “wanna watch some TV quick before bed?” Julie nodded and closed her book, and you flipped on some channels. The distraction seemingly worked.

As the two of you watched, you hardly paid attention, your stomach swooping and mind swirling at what happened just before with Brian. And on his preposition. Were you really going to sleep with some man you just met on holiday? A man who was older than you, who you barely knew? Were you going to sneak out during your family vacation just for sex? Would it be dangerous, a bad idea for your safety, or emotions? You’d always gotten attached quite easily. But then again, maybe mindless sex would be the best way to ensure you got the most out of this, that it could be a naughty secret fling and just that. Because at the end of the day, you weren’t going to ever see each other again once you leave your vacation. But all the other reasons too. You weren’t close to an answer either way, simply nervously mulling over everything. 

You fell asleep, and your family spent the next day relaxing on the beach once more, but you were anything but relaxed, a constant stream of worry of the right thing and desire and curiosity keeping you on edge. Dinner happened, and though the summer sun set late it did turn dark eventually. You laid in bed until Julie fell asleep, and breathed in. You shouldn’t go. But then you found yourself quietly closing the door and walking down the hall to room 158. The urge was too strong, and Brian was too addicting. You knocked on the door just past 11 softly, and the door opened to Brian who looked at you hungrily, towering over you. He didn’t say a word, didn’t have to as he immediately took your waist and pulled you inside, closing the door. The room was dim, and his grip tightened on you as he immediately captured his lips with yours. You devoured each other, his tongue slipping inside your mouth alongside yours. 

The kiss was intense, sustaining, and drove each of you crazy. He broke away after you both lost your breath, and you couldn’t even draw another one in before his lips fell to your neck, making you gasp. He nipped and sucked on the soft skin of your neck, moving around and to either side until he found the spot which made you arch into his body, his response being one hand falling to your ass to push you into him. Everything, his scent, his touch, made you melt into him and you could help but moan a bit. Brian growled at your noises and turned you around, kissing you hard again as he back you to the bed and lowered you down to the edge before forcing your legs apart with his torso, fitting himself against you. You were on your back and he was still standing, leaning over as he finished the kiss before pulling away. He gazed at you, a dark glare full of complete desire and satisfaction that he knew would be fulfilled. You couldn’t help but look at him the same. 

You climbed into place against the pillows before Brian knelt on the bed in front of you and started to unbutton his shirt, staring at you unfalteringly. He finished and discarded it to the floor, before grabbing your top and getting rid of it too. Brian gasped at your breasts before running his hands over them and putting his mouth back to your neck. He fondled you as you started to pant, his lips trailing down as they fell over your nipples and he lavished his mouth upon each. You whined at his effects, and he didn’t stay long before his lips continued down to your stomach before he lightly kissed the junction between your hip and your stomach, making you moan. He pulled your pants down quickly and did the same to his own, and you eyed his tented boxers. Before you could appreciate him more, he began to  kiss the insides of your upper thighs until you were writhing towards him. Brian smirked at the effect he was having on you, and sat up as he palmed himself for a moment and rubbed at you through your underwear with his thumb. Your hips pushed into him, begging him to give into what you desired, to make you feel good, though you knew he would. 

Brian ran his hands up your sides once more before leaning down and kissing you, before removing your panties, kissing each of your thighs once, and then dipping into your core. You cried out softly as he licked and sucked at you before dipping down and slipping his tongue inside, his nose rubbing against you. Your whines started out as constant whispers but grew more and more audible, though never too loud, never to reveal your hidden tryst. As he lifted his head once more, he made direct eye contact again, you meeting him, making everything more intense. His gaze was hungry and real, making you realize that it was him exactly who was in your most private places. You sighed and sobbed a bit as you got close, before Brian slipped two fingers inside of you, curling them up, your hips lifting with his fingers, and his mouth and other arm pinning you down, forcing you to endure him, his eyes never leaving yours until you couldn’t keep your eyes open. What your sight couldn’t supplement for you anymore, Brian filled in for your ears, lifting his mouth for a moment, saying, “Let go. Now.” commanding you, before lowering back down, and you gave in, your mouth locked into a silent scream as you felt the highest you’d been, like you were breaking apart out of pure pleasure. After thrashing around until your hips moved the opposite direction, attempting to leave the stimulation, Brian lifted off and out of you, rubbing your thighs until you opened your eyes again. Once you did, Brian just smirked at you and removed his pants, your eyes widening at his size. Before you had a chance to appreciate it enough again, Brian leaned over to kiss you, more softly this time again, and you reached a hand down to him, stroking him and rubbing him harder and harder, Brian making the most gorgeous low moan into your mouth. 

It wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it anymore, and guided himself into you. You gasped as he slid in all the way, stretching around him pleasurably and he started to move. He was deep and hard and both of you whined into each other’s mouths, too preoccupied to continue kissing as you felt each other inside out. There was something so naughty, lustful, and exiting about the experience, but also somehow deep and gentle just as much, even though Brian was plowing into you with the subtly of a semi truck. He sped up and you grabbed his back and tugged on his hair hard, trying to contain your noises as he buried his face in your neck. 

“Fuck, fuck, I’m close already,” he said, moving a hand down to rub at you. You were close too, your body unable to remain composed with how Brian was taking you. You moaned louder at first before quieting down out of necessity, Brian’s chin and nose tucking further into your neck with the pressure, his breath making you shiver. The muscles in his arms flexed near the side of your head as he barely held himself up on his elbows, but used them to thrust into you even harder. You sobbed out as he hit a deeper spot, finishing all over him. Brian was unable to take you contracting hard around him, moaning brokenly before pulling out of you and finishing over your stomach before collapsing on top of you. Both of you hyperventilated for a moment as you came down before Brian’s nose nudged yours, the two of you lazily kissing before your breathing settled. You moved away slightly, brows knitted together.

“The mess—“ you started.

“It’s alright. I can clean it up,” Brian said softly as he kissed you a bit more. Brian hopped up on shaky legs to do such and returned, cleaning the both of you off. He threw the hotel towel to the floor and laid down next to you, grabbing you close and kissing you again before intertwining your legs and rubbing his nose softly against yours. You grabbed his hand and met his eyes, and he gave you a soft smile back.

“You’re gorgeous, Y/N. And absolutely incredible,” he whispered. 

“You’re just saying that because I just slept with you,” you whispered back with a grin. Brian exhaled with a soft chuckle before pulling you closer, both of your eyes falling closed with exhaustion. You wanted nothing more than to just stay like this all night, or maybe forever, just be with him, because it felt amazing whenever you were around him. You couldn’t even stand to feel afraid of such a feeling as he held you close. You opened your eyes to see his still closed and untangled your hand, running it up his arm to stroke his face. He opened his eyes to see you looking upset back at him.

“You have to go, don’t you,” Brian whispered, his face giving away no emotion but his smile falling. 

“Yeah,” you breathed back. Brian sat up, bringing you up with him, pulling you onto his lap to give you one last deep kiss before pulling back, it saying everything the two of you felt, that you wished you could stay, through your expressions. But alas, you pulled away and put your clothes back on, smoothing down your hair quickly before opening the door, looking back at him once more. He smiled and looked at you reassuringly back, and you smiled as you closed the door softly. You quickly ran back to your room, opening the door as quietly as possible. The room was still dark, and Julie was still fast asleep. You sighed in relief as you climbed into bed yourself, passing out blissfully and a bit sore from your little rendezvous. Maybe this holiday was a good idea after all.

[lily-in-thevalley]

The Start of Something New Pt. 1

The start of a small story detailing your shared journey with Brian into starting your family (˶^ з^(〃‿〃♡)

TW’s: mild anxiety, mild insecurity

Important note: While writing this series, the reader/(y/n) was envisioned as AFAB/non-binary, so they’ll be referred to with primarily gender neutral pronouns and endearments as per their preference.

Blimey dears, it’s been quite a while since I’ve gotten myself to actually write anything due to a remarkably intense semester in uni. I hope to make this a small series I actually complete for myself and you all. Enjoy !!!

This wasn’t something new. In all honesty, the thought had first appeared to you many many years ago. Back when you and Brian were still children and growing up together. It was understood, between the two of you, that you longed to start a family together one day. Privately, it only truly hit you some random day in 1974.

It was before you and Brian had actually become an official couple, opting for “secret” kisses and obvious pining from not-so-afar. At the time, Queen were touring in Finland, and had been asked to attend a press conference for a few international papers and many local papers. Among the bustling writers and photographers was a young boy. You never learned his name, but he was truly sweet and had melted Brian and Freddie’s hearts particularly (John was getting ready to have his own child and thus was slightly nervous, and Roger seemed a tad impartial). This boy had asked several questions of Freddie, Roger, and John by the time he’d reached Brian and had seemed to run out of what might have been deemed professional questions. Much to Brian’s delight, that meant the more creative and unique questions were reserved for him. 

From your spot somewhere to the left of the band, you listened and watched Brian participate in his interview with the young boy. You watched and admired the way that his voice softened, and he grinned politely as more questions were prepared for him. Your heart picked up pace as he took each question to heart, seriously considering his answer for each one (“Chocolate penguins” being his favourite candy in particular made you smile). As Brian answered more questions, a thought floated into your mind quite suddenly.

I want him to care for my children…

Had you not been mostly secluded from the majority of the crowd, it would have been quite obvious how your cheeks went bright red. While it caused you to blush, the realization itself truly wasn’t too severe a surprise. You had, somewhere in the back of your mind, always desired this.

Just moments after your mind had started to wander into the intricacies of your revelation, Brian was excused from the press conference for a break and found you sitting by yourself. He waved a soft wave and sat next to you, offering you a sip from his bottle of water that you gladly accepted. 

“Are you alright back here love? It’s not become too overwhelming has it?” he spoke quietly, hoping to not worsen any sensory issue you may be having. In response, you shook your head slightly.

“Nothing like that no, I’m ok Bri. Was your interview ok?” At your question, Brian’s gentle smile returned.

“I’ve actually just had quite a lovely interview with a young lad. He had some of the best questions I’ve ever been asked, I'll tell you. Really getting into the important business.” His grin grew, radiantly expressing his fondness of the interview. Brian turned his head to look at you as you nudged his shoulder gently with your own.

“I saw…” you hesitated for a moment, deciding whether or not you should speak the entirety of your mind, “It was really cute to see you interacting with that kid.” 

Brian could tell you had more to say, and he gave you room to gather your thoughts and calm yourself if need be. Yet another two traits you loved and admired about your Brimi (a nickname he’d earned for his ever improving guitar skills and impressively curly mane). His unwavering support and patience through all of your little ticks and quirks, and his ability to read your subtle body language when it counted the most. After a few beats of silence, the words seemed to spill from you as they needed to.

“I want to have your babies Brian.” You could admit, rather readily in fact, that you hadn’t intended to confess such a thing so boldly. That was hardly the kind of communication pattern you and Brian had fallen into through recent years, making it a fight to bring yourself to look to Brian’s face. 

It wasn’t a look of horror or embarrassment on his face, not even pity or of being disturbed. He almost seemed… amused and relieved? As though he were stuck between wanting to laugh at how cute and sudden your exclamation was, and wanting to hug you until you passed out. He could see your head starting to overthink however, and opted for a light hug and running a hand softly through your hair. 

“Oh my angel,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he practically purred “I’m so glad you said that, I’m glad you feel the same way I do.” He quelled any possibility for your fickle mind to take what he said and twist it into something it wasn’t despite the minute waver in his own voice (stemming from nerves he sought to hide, not wanting to give your mind any chance to think he was bluffing). With a gentle kiss to your head, he looked down at you. “Can you tell me what you’re thinking?”

“I…Brimi I’m really embarrassed that I just yelled that out suddenly and I’m slightly overwhelmed with the knowledge that you might want that too and-” A pair of the softest lips cut you off from continuing your anxious train of thought. Ever so skillfully, Brian soothed your worries with the consistent and tender press of his lips against yours, a pressure that simultaneously kept you grounded in reality and made you feel like you were flying. Low and sweet, a purr rumbled in Brian’s chest as he felt you begin to calm and relax into the kiss.

With your heart light (and full of a love you dare not fully express), you pulled away slightly from your shared kiss. You made eye contact with Bri and watched the full body shiver that ran through him bring a light blush to his cheeks and a sheepish chuckle from his lips. A chuckle that you shared with him, feeling slightly light-headed with relief from the knowledge that Brian, too, hoped to start a family with you one day.

•«•«•«•

More recently, after celebrating your tenth anniversary with Brian and months of planning your wedding after his proposal that night (Freddie will never stop teasing the two of you for taking ten years to finally get engaged), you found yourself reading through one of the astronomy magazines that could be found lying about your home in bed. You and Brian practically shared everything these days, so it was no far stretch for you to read bits of his literature and for him to read bits of your literature. Taking a sip of your rapidly cooling tea, you noticed Brian standing in the doorway of your bedroom with his eyes set on you. From his posture, it was evident that there was a topic on his mind that would keep him awake if it wasn’t discussed as soon as possible. You set aside your magazine and made eye contact with him, causing Brian to shift slightly on his feet.

“Is something wrong, my love? Come sit with me.” You pulled the comforter up from his side of the bed and settled into the pillows, a combination of movements that you both knew meant it was time for a cuddle. Instantly there was a noticeable change in Brian’s posture and his evident anxiety seeped away as he crawled into bed next to you, shedding his clothes eagerly on the way. He found his place curled up against your side, feeling quite safe and comfortable despite the lingering questions on the tip of his tongue. 

“Now, what’s on your mind Bri? I can tell you need to talk,” you placed a little kiss to the top of his head and started working your fingers through his thick curls, an action that you knew he found comfort in “Whenever you’re ready sweetheart.”

“I think… I know…” he needed a moment, a feeling you truly understood “Now that we’re engaged and our wedding is next month…(y/n), I think it’s time we truly discussed having kids.”

[imeternallylove]

Don't grow up, it's a trap - Brian May; pt.1

Pairing: Brian May x Reader

Warning: none

Word: 2.7k

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The nightmares gradually disappeared for Brian and Betty. Miss Y/L/N wasn't giving them enough money that he could afford to waste it. The boy strives to be as thrifty as feasible; sometimes his sister describes it as worse than stingy since he attempts not to spend any money at all.

Brian is still quite considerate, and he is frightened of being perceived as an avaricious kid who is greedy for the money of his benefactor. He reprimanded Betty, his naughty sister, several times; however, her staying by his side inspires him to persevere in difficult times. And now she begged for a pricey new Ken doll to be part of her Barbie collection because the one she had was outdated, which is totally nonsense for him.

Their father and mother now live someplace in the UK, making use of work in return for money for rent in a small room that was previously used as a hiding spot for escaping creditors. The kids only had to hope for their call back to be certain whether their parents had stayed healthy.

What was it like to face terrible times? Brian, of course, has vivid memories of what happened. If he were a money gabber, seeing a cheque and useful supplies in Miss Y/L/N's shopping bags on a monthly basis for two years wouldn't be shocking to him. It was because he was too empathic, and he and his sister couldn't refute the fact that they were too young and undoubtedly helpless at times.

And then Miss Y/L/N surprised him once again. One day, after he returned home, he spotted a present package wrapped in ordinary cream-coloured paper and fastened with a white ribbon.

An eighteen-year-old lad stood in front of his house, unwrapping what was inside. His younger sister appeared on either side, holding stuff for him, until they both widened their eyes in shock. It was immediately apparent that within were collections of books from Brian's favourite experts in astronomy and then he noticed the man doll, which had the name 'Ken' printed on the vibrant pinkish packaging box set laid aside.

Well, if he wasn't mistaken, it was a Barbie doll man, as his sister had been chanting for lately. Betty shrieked and yelled throughout the house as he moved his attention to her, while the cheeky sister snatched the pink box from his grip and began to play with it. The older May only grinned sheepishly since he was still stunned by Miss Y/L/N benevolence, and he began reasoning that it was more than enough.

The young man took the white card and flipped it to see what was written. Its mild fragrance made him feel pleasing right away. Brian had no idea that letters might make someone feel better. Even though he had never met the owner of the black ink, who penned a brief note expressing.

'Happy birthday, and I hope you both love your presents.'

Yes, definitely. Miss Y/L/N is overly nice to them.

Two or three years later, the rotary phone marked the formal start of conversation between him, his sister, and their benefactor. It appeared awkward starting out; every word that he spoke was reviewed before deciding whether it was appropriate for him to talk to her. He avoided allowing her to be disappointed if Brian acted unpleasant one day.

Talking becomes less stressful after a while has passed. Brian never imagined his benefactor would be paying attention to all the weird things that went on in his day at college, or at the library, or at the lab, or- at his house. Before going to bed, he promised to repeat the story again the following day, and the next day, and every single day after that.

From the time he used to only work as a part-time teacher, Brian has gone back with his old lady, Red Special, to showing on the tiny gig on music that he loved again. The boy with black, thick curly hair felt like he was back in kindergarten, trying to get the attention of his parents when she mentioned it would be superb to see him perform music with his handmade guitar on stage with his pals.

Brian craves to know what Miss Y/L/N looks like, but he lacks the nerve to approach her more closely enough to ask. The boy feared that she would reject him and feel disgusted about his silly fantasies. Will it be terribly naive? Will she think that he's nosy? His pals chastised him for being absurd about the worries he had. At the end of the day, Brian doesn't even ask her out; all he wants is to get to know her. Is not it?

On this particular school fair day, nineteen-year-old Brian May and his friends prepared an astronomy and scientific project booth, complete with a neat suit and long, courteous tie. To accommodate everyone who attended the event—mostly professors—the room was set up into four sizable groups and arranged in various locations.

Brian believes that today is another enjoyable day, whether it is spent with parents or students from different colleges.

"This is a joke; it's bloody hot." With an understanding look, the tallest boy gave his groupmate, who was whining about the humidity, a pat on the shoulder. Without taking a break from his security duty, Dave had been at the booth since the morning, leading each visitor through the project they had been working on and researching for weeks.

Even though the astronomy and scientific booth wasn't as well-liked as the others, they still had great fun listening to their extensive lectures about their subject matter. The boys were thrilled, even if it felt like they were speaking to no one or that only a handful of people were listening.

On the table was a printed rating sheet that booth attendees could fill out and comment on. When Brian noticed that someone else was now observing on the research board, he grabbed one.

"Hello, Miss. Please take this." Making a turn, a woman of adulthood grinned, grabbed her evaluation form, and held it. She bows to him first, then Brian bows slightly in manners while her grin continues to highlight her exquisite features. After reading the evaluation report for a few minutes and scanning his eyes, the boy lifted his head to look at the board once more.

“May I ask who drew this?”

Brian smiled broadly and replied, "It's me; I draw it all." Nobody has mentioned the naiveté he slathered onto his drawing since the morning. The first is this woman.

When she grins, all the boy can see are her eyes, which narrow to a single, curved line, and her voice, which sounds familiar. "You know, it's kinda cool. It looks fascinating when used as a drawing."

Brian listens as she speaks to him; her voice is soothing, like a lullaby. Her petite hand, making an attempt to give him an explanation in her own words. He captures sight of the expensive watch clung to hers and extracts a pen that had become lodged in her skirt's pocket.

Her eyes snapped up, peering directly into the boy's, and for a moment, Brian felt like a deer caught in the headlights as he watched her begin to write on the top of the paper he had given her moments before. Her lips parted, causing his mind to explode. "Your arts are easy to understand. I like it a lot."

In a move to lessen the shame he feels, Brian scratches the back of his neck. "Thank you. But I think it still looks absurd." He pointed at the magnum opus, which he had spent countless hours curled up on his back and drawing, and wiped the tip of his nose apologetically. His pals, though, agreed it was ridiculous. despite the fact that the periodic table should have the graph placed on it.

"Absurd?" When she recounted what he had said, Brian was taken aback. She gave him an icy smile after recognising that what he had said was far more foolish than what he had actually done.

He took a deep breath, gazing attentively, and the evaluation was positive when she marked the page. He felt relieved by it. Brian said, gawkily smiling, "I sometimes say stupid things like this." Gazing at her face, he realised that she was likely ten centimetres higher than him, partly because of the height of her stiletto heels.

Oh. She is so small. In that white lace collared black minidress, it made her seem so smaller.

"What makes you feel so negative on yourself? Now tell me what you are good at..." The older woman questioned as she lowered her gaze to his shirt level and read the name tag on the shirt, "Mister May?" Just before getting back to eye contact with his.

The way she looks truly appealing, the way the way how envious he is of her gorgeous straight ginger hair with a bang is so gorgeous and he only had ugly black curly hair, and the way her scents remind him of a fairytale—Brian can tell plainly from being this close.

With bafflement, the boy swiped and gestured to the board and himself. "Me? orㅡ or the project?" The small woman started chuckling at his foolish expression before realising that, and she responded in jest. "I'm talking with you. And, yes. I mean you."

Brian answers her dramatically, trying to clear his throat and gather himself back together. "I'm good at playing guitar, I think. I formed a band and wrote a few songs but still in the process."

"What else?" She flashed him a nod while folding her arm across her chest, and her captivating eyes encouraged him to keep going.

"I can cook."

With a broad smirk and a faint whisper, she asks. "Oh, what's more?"

"I'm single."

The thing he had been saying had stunned him. As soon as Brian noticed he'd done something dumb again, he glared at the woman, who appeared to be equally startled as Brian.

"Is that what you called 'good'?"

"Oh, I have no idea, maybe it will work out well." Sheerly, he scratched the back of his neck. Unbelievably, he knows this woman across from him is going to think Brian May is an idiot for sure.

But all she does is glance upward at the board once again, still grinning. "You're the opposite of what teenagers want—girlfriends."

"I find it difficult to like people. I think that living this way is better than dating someone." How come from science projects become a love story? When did it change? Isn't it time for him to explain what's on the board?

"There're a lot of things waiting for you to find out. Don't miss out because you're satisfied with what you already have." Brian watched the older woman bend down and put a check mark on the score sheet again.

"Like… dating someone?"

"Dating is just another chapter in life; if you really don't want it, there are plenty of other things to do."

"Then I will try to date someone from today on."

She started giggling at Brian, then her eyes sparkled, flashing all around, and since he always overslept in order to keep an eye on the skies at night with the dynascope, Brian reasoned that her eyes may be brighter than the moon.

The boy noticed something had been concealed there, inside her lovely eyes. And he didn't have any idea how to guess it at all. "Uh, I mean-  'starting to think about it.' I didn't think much beyond that."

"Don't waste much time; you can't go back to youth once you grow up."

Brian stood silent while having the conversation. It was almost like the remark from just seconds before was replaying itself in the back of his mind. He's thinking, in line with her statements, which could be accurate, that he hasn't done many of the things that teens ought to do.

He straight away recognised that Tim asked him to join to record additional songs, which he wants to, but unfortunate that he has a lot on his plate, and the band may already be recording without him.

“Hey! Bri! Come here, mate!”

As the boy shifted his gaze towards the source of the sound, he saw that four pals were now standing, discussing.

"I'll handle this. I don't know what the hell is wrong with Richard's group, they need you to help them." Dave scowled and gave a disgusted shake of his head.

Brian glanced at the woman, who continued concentrating on the board. It seems likely that the scoring evaluation will soon be finished. He may most likely return in time if he only takes a little diversion to see his friends before returning to her. She grinned and gave a nod as the boy lowered his head briefly.

The boy turned around roughly a few seconds after he had started discussing booth setup with another group of pals. When he spotted that the woman he was leisurely talking with had left, his two legs remained still, unhappy.

"Is she gone?"

"Oh, just now." Dave handed the score sheet to Brian, whom he acknowledged before seeing the results.

The boy had a sudden numbness across the entirety of his body after he noticed that this evaluation's owner's name appeared.

Y/N Y/L/N

34 years old

"You know, it's kinda cool. It looks fascinating when used as a drawing."

"Hey, Bri?"

"What makes you feel so negative on yourself? Now tell me what you are good at."

"What's going on, mate?"

"There're a lot of things waiting for you to find out. Don't miss out because you're satisfied with what you already have."

"Brian?"

"Don't waste much time; you can't go back to youth once you grow up."

'Oui! Brian!"

Dave yelled after his closest friend, who bolted outside of the room without saying anything. Brian is rushing among the huge crowd of visitors to the fair.

His heart pounded in his chest; it was beating stronger than ever. The boy repeatedly brought it back, not expecting it, but each time he did so, it reinforced Brian May's desire to meet his benefactor at least once.

He remembered telling her that he was attending a college event today and that he had set up a science booth a few weeks ago. At the time, Brian was jokingly inviting her to come visit him and his sister here.

If that woman was Miss Y/L/N, the conversation that just happened… reveals that she already knows who he is.

A tall, slender boy made his way through the crowd again. Where is the woman with ginger curls and a black velvet minidress right now? Brian's close attention was drawn to the person he had been dying to see for years.

Brian began running again, with the throb of his heart. He glimpsed the back of the woman, who matched Miss Y/L/N, moving gracefully past the mass of people. The boy's gaze was fixed on her, a woman he wasn't certain was who she seemed to be.

"Miss Y/L/N??"

The boy grabbed her arm and twisted her around towards him; only it made him displeased to see that the woman frowning at him was not the woman standing in front of the scientific booth, conversing with him.

Brian bends his head in apology. He lingered in that posture without looking up, and he ended up missing out on the opportunity to meet her.

His muscular hands raised his hair, eliciting a weary grumble. How often has he told himself not to expect it?

"Excuse me," and before Brian could turn around, he felt a finger poke into the middle of his back.

"I believed that you were just shouting out my name."

Brian finds himself wondering stupidly how quickly his heart is pumping by standing towards the woman he'd been talking with next to the board earlier, with a beaming grin on her face. The boy shifted his gaze away from her to see Betty standing next to her, chuckling at the silly face he had made.

"It's wonderful to meet you, Mister May."

oh hai, im new for this hehe

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

hi

could you please do a BoRhap request? Where she looks after the guys during recording since her family owns Rockfield Farm and they love her cooking? But the guys (minus Fred who has Mary) all fancy her too?

❤️

SOMEBODY TO LOVE

Pairings: John + Roger + Brian x Fem!reader Summary: ^^ Warnings: none, I don't think Note: I did my best guys, I'm sorry

a knock came to your door as you finished up breakfast

you left the kitchen and went to the front door

you opened the door to see a blonde with long hair with sunglasses on

he was wearing dark, slightly flared jeans, a yellow v neck shirt underneath a greeny grey jacket with fur

behind him was a short haired brunette with a mustache

he pushed the blonde out of the way and held out his hand

"hi, I'm paul, this is Roger, From Queen" he introduced

of course you knew Queen was coming to your family's farm, it wasn't like you didn't know who they were and wouldn't let them in, it's just that you felt Rogers gaze planted on you and it made you feel a little nervous

"you're not" Roger scoffed quietly

"yes, of course, come in, are the rest here too?" you asked, stepping out of the way to let them in

"they're sorting out their luggage" Roger answered, taking off his glasses

"well, I made breakfast..if you're hungry?" you smiled tightly

"depends what you're serving" Roger smirked and looked you up and down

"pancakes" you responded quickly

"yeah, I could eat"

he followed you to the kitchen and he took a seat, shovelling food onto the plate in front of him and started eating

a few minutes later Roger had finished his plate and went back for seconds

"ah there you are Freddie" Paul spoke up, noticing the other three band members by the door

"we're also here mate" the tall, long curly haired brunette said, seeming annoyed by Paul's presence

"should I show you boys to your rooms?" you wondered, breaking the silence that filled the room

The three boys standing at the door all turned to you

"didn't know the farm came with a pretty lady" the curly Brunette smiled

"oh I'm Y/n. this is my Family's Farm. I live in the building beside this one, I'm just here to show you around"

"are those pancakes for us?" the auburn haired one said

"oh, yes! you can have as many as you want" you pointed to the mountain of pancakes you had made on the counter

"they are delicious" Roger said with a mouthful of food

"well I'm Brian, This is Fred and John and I see you've already met Rog"

"it's a pleasure to meet you guys"

"pleasure's all ours darling" Freddie beamed

"well I'll show you your rooms then" you said taking off your apron and leading them upstairs

"it's probably not what you're used to but your manager said it was perfect to get away from distractions so" you shrugged

you turned to face the boys and see Roger first

"you're in here. mister Taylor" you looked to the first door

"right" he grunted, walking into the room with his heavy luggage

"and that's yours, Mister Mercury" you pointed to the room in the corner to the left

"thank you darling"

"Mister May, yours is right here" pointing to the right side next to the bathroom

Brian walked into the room and you noticed John still standing on the top of the stairs

"oh, sorry. mister Deacon, you're downstairs" he walks back down the stairs and you lead him down to the room.

"I know it's small but it doesn't get nearly as cold as the other rooms" you informed him

"okay..." he frowns as he steps down

"well I'll let you get settled then, i'll show you and the band around when you're ready" you smiled, starting to go up the stairs

"are there still pancakes?" he asked, putting his luggage down on the bed

"oh yeah, they'd probably still be warm too" you answered

he soon started following you up the stairs to the kitchen to find all the other members of the band eating the pancakes

"Rog really didn't lie, these pancakes are delicious" Brian hummed

"we need more syrup" Roger lifted up the empty bottle of maple syrup

"oh..ok" you walked over to the fridge as John took a seat and started eating the food

"here you go" you grinned, putting the syrup on the table in front of them

-

it's been a few days since they've arrived and much to your surprise, you've seen more of them then you expected

you didn't think you would see much of them, you thought thy would be very busy and you didn't have a problem with that

but Roger, Brian and John all seemed to want you around them

Roger would casually flirt with you

Brian would always start up a conversation or make you help with with a lyric

and John would subtly make eye contact and smile before coming up to you to ask for suggestions

and they would all ask if you could cook them up something when they got hungry and said they liked your cooking, so much so that there would be barely any left for Freddie or you.

Roger was currently helping you make breakfast while Brian and John sat and ate while they discussed songs

"i put my heart and soul into this song" Roger spoke up as they talked about his new song he made

"no one is disputing that" John smiled, lifting up his fork

"and you don't like it because you want your songs on the album" Roger fought

"it's not that Roger" John denied

"then what is it?" the blonde raised his eyebrows as he stopped cutting bread

"I'm in love with my car?" Brian spoke up

you fought back a laugh at the thought of the song

Brian and John both made a questionable face as silence filled the air

"maybe it's not strong enough?" Brian suggested

"what does that even mean 'not strong enough'?" Roger frowned

"I know I'm late. What did I miss?" Freddie came in and poured himself some tea

John straightened his back and looked at the singer "discussing Roger's car song"

"is it strong enough, that's all I'm asking. If I'm on my own here, then i apologise" Brian put his hands up defensively

"how does your new song go, then, hm?" Roger walked over and grabbed Brians lyrics

"you call me sweet.. like I'm some kind of cheese" the drummer read out

you stifled a laugh as you cooked bacon

"it's good" Brian defended, looking at the John who was eating a sausage with a smile and Freddie who was stirring his tea

"wow" Roger sighed sarcastically

"is that-, is that you know- when my hand's on your grease gun..That's very subtle isn't it?" Brian read Rogers back

"it's a metaphor, Brian" Roger argued

"it's just a bit weird Roger, what exactly are you doing with that car?" John spoke, waving his fork around

"what do you think, Y/n?" Roger turned to you, looking for backup

you put the now cooked bacon on a plate and turned to the boys

"don't turn to me, I'm not getting involved" you shook your head

"children please, we could all murder each other but then who would be left to record this album?" Freddie butted in

"statistically speaking, most bands don't fail, they break up" John stated mater-of-a-factly

"why the hell would you say something like that?" Freddie frowned

John shrugged and Freddie turned back to the Blonde

"Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen" Freddie informed the drummer before walking out

"you know why you're angry, Roger?" Brian began again

"...why?" Roger breathed out

"'cause you know you're song isn't strong enough" the curly headed man repeated

"boys I really don't think you should be-" you started to say but cut off by Roger throwing bacon at Brian's face

"is that strong enough?" Roger questioned

"ok" you mumbled, looking at John, who smiled at you amusingly

Roger pushed off plates and glasses off the table angrily

"what about that?!" he asked before going over to find something else

"Hey!" you yelled at Roger, who grabbed a pot of Coffee

he turned and began to swing it at the two boys before he stopped as they put their hands up

"Not the coffee machine!?" they both yelled

Roger put the coffee machine down and you sighed looking at the mess

"I'll clean this up" he sighed after a moment of silence

"you sure are" you nodded sternly

-

you sat in the recording room on the couch with John and Roger as Brian got ready to record his guitar

Roger slung his arm around your shoulder as Brian got set up

"so..how about we go get dinner later" he suggested

"pardon?" you wondered

"you, me, i'll take you out to dinner" he repeated

"I highly doubt she'll want to go out with you, Roger, she's too good for you" John sighed

"and what? you're better?" the drummer scoffed, looking over you to the auburn headed bassist

John stared at Roger for a moment

"how's katie? last time we saw her was right before we left to come here" the Deacon wondered

"shut it mate" Roger groaned

your thoughts were cut short as Brian started playing

you focused on the music but felt John's gaze on you, you slowly turned your head to see him staring at you, smiling

"so, do you have a boyfriend?" Roger asked

"I don't see how that's any of your business" you crossed your arms, looking back at Brian, who's still playing his solo

"what if I want to ask you out?" he shrugged

"how come you're the one that gets to ask her out?" John leans forward to argue with Roger

"because I can" the Taylor boy smirked

"Roger, do you have to be such a man whore?" John questioned, his accent become more defined and thick

"I think you're just jealous you don't get women chasing after you" Roger huffed, leaning back on the couch, seeming to be not fazed

"ah yes, because all i need is women to make me feel better about myself, all i need and want is women around me to fill a void of unfulfillment" John rolled his eyes

"oh yeah? let's see who she wants more then" Roger raises his eyebrows as he took off his glasses to look at you

John frowned "you can't pressure her into choosing either of us...that's not how relationships work, Roger"

Roger stifled a laugh "who said I wanted a relationship"

"my point exactly"

"all i'm saying" is that she's probably looking for somebody to love and i'm right here" Roger raised his hands in defense

"what makes you think she wants someone?" John glared

"children, children. leave the poor girl alone, she doesn't want either of you" Freddie butted in

you found yourself wondering how it came to this, two members of the band Queen almost practically fighting for your, to be with you

it made sense about Roger, seeing all of those tabloids of him with new girls around his shoulder almost every week

but John? he didn't really seem the type

you tuned out of the argument and soon wondered when Brian came back into the room as you looked up to find him sitting with Freddie

"I think whatever happens, it's up to her, you shouldn't be trying to force something she does not want" John fought

"what are you guys fighting about?"

"who gets to take this beautiful lady out" Roger smirked, nodding towards you

"who says either of you get to?" Brian spoke in a confused manner

"oh don't tell me you want her too?" Roger groaned

"what's so wrong about that?" the guitarist questioned

"I'm gonna go" you sighed, getting up

"are you still going to make us pasta tonight?" John perked up

you chuckled "I think you all need a break from my cooking"

"NO!!"

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[michelle-is-writing]

Interruption, Roger Taylor

Word Count: 1.2k~

Since I've been dating Roger, he's never been gone for longer than six months; however, at the moment, he's been gone for almost nine months. I knew what I was getting myself into when Roger and I began dating, and I'm not mad at him, not at all. Currently, I miss him to the point where I would consider myself to be craving him. I've missed his arms around me, his lips on top of mine, and his body pressed against mine... I have really, really missed him.

Because today is the day he's coming home, I'm yearning for him even more than I have been these past few weeks. The phone calls and postcards he sends can only do so much - especially when you can't physically touch each other. I loved talking to Roger during those times, but it made me miss him even more. There wasn't one call that I hung up on and didn't feel sad for the rest of the day.

Hearing a key be put in the front door, I turn my attention away from the mindless soap on the telly and toward the door where the handle begins to turn after a few seconds. Smiling, I stand from the couch and rush to greet Roger as he tugs his destination-sticker-covered luggage behind him into the flat. As soon as the front door closes, I throw my arms around his waist and pull him close, only to feel Roger slam his lips on top of mine as his pale arms harshly tug me to him. Apparently, he missed me as just much as I missed him, if not more.

With a tug of his arms, I feel Roger pull me off of my feet, causing me to instantly wrap my legs around his hips and slide my arms around his neck as I continue kissing him. Forgetting about his luggage, Roger walks forward until we reach our shared bedroom where he falls backward onto the mattress, making me pull away from his lips and laugh, now straddling him with my legseach side of him.

"God, you are ravenous!" I joke, making Roger laugh as well. Smiling, he places his hands on my hips and squeezes them before resuming kissing me. It isn't long until his hands slide from my hips and up my stomach as they tug on my shirt, prompting me to nearly tear it from my body. While I do that, Roger takes the chance to tug his off as well, our bare abdomens now pressed against each other as our lips go at each other like animals once again.

Panting with flushed chests and cheeks, our hands roam each other's bodies as Roger slides his tongue into my mouth, only for the phone beside our bed to begin ringing. Choosing to ignore it, I continue kissing Roger until he slowly stops, looking up at me with an amused smirk. "You should probably answer that," He tells me, making me laugh a little.

"My mother can call me anytime. Now come back here!" I joke, leaning down to recapture his lips with mine. Once again, before I can resume kissing him, Roger dodges my attempts by jerking his head with laughter each time.

"It could be one of the guys too," he exclaims, lifting his hands to softly rest on each side of my face.  "You might want to answer that in case it's something important," Roger adds, looking up at me with his big blue eyes and soft smile with now slightly swollen lips.

After a few seconds, I roll my eyes and let out a groan while flopping onto the spot beside him, landing on my side so I can purposely turn my back to Roger. Reaching over, I grab the green receiver and take it off the hook before holding it to my ear. "Hello?" I ask, already knowing who's on the other end.

"Hi, darling," I hear my mother's familiar voice. I love my mum, but why did she have to call at this exact moment? "Has Roger gotten home yet? Safely?" She asks just as I feel a hand slink onto my hip once again.

"Yes, he has gotten home safely, mum," I tell her, Roger's hand pushing me to lie on my back. "He's going to be home for around six months before he's back on the road-" I cut myself off with a gasp as Roger's lips find their way onto my neck, sucking a deep bruise onto the flesh there before moving onto another spot.

"Oh, dear, are you okay?" My mum asks, making me immediately shut my mouth as I turn to glare at Roger. Smirking, he stares up at me while his mouth lingers over the skin of my neck, the area slowly turning red which will soon be purple after a few minutes. He knows what he's doing, and I seriously doubt he has any intentions of stopping.

"Yeah, mum," I answer her, turning my eyes toward the ceiling in an effort to not become distracted by Roger's beautiful blue orbs. "Just stubbed my toe. That's all."

"It doesn't sound like you're walking," My mom replies, making Roger chuckle beside me. Lightly slapping his shoulder, I hear him laugh again, but this time, he's a bit surprised by my slap.

"Yeah, I'm actually going to the bathroom," I lie, desperate to feel my lips back on Roger's soft ones. "Mind if I call you back?" I ask, hearing her respond almost immediately.

"Yes, honey, go ahead," She tells me, making me nearly let out a sigh of relief. Only a second passes before I hear a click on the other end, causing me to almost throw the receiver back onto the hook. Before I can throw my leg over Roger and resume our original position, Roger quickly takes the chance to move over me and lean down on top of me, his face level with my chest.

"Are you going to call her back?" Roger asks as he begins placing gentle kisses down the valley of my chest, my hands finding their way to his naked back.

"Eventually," I tell him, holding back a gasp in response to his soft lips against my skin. Roger chuckles at this, only to cut himself off with a slight moan as I begin lightly dragging my nails against his back - something he loves. "You are the only thing on my mind right now," I tell him, smiling as his hands find their way to my hips, his fingers hooking onto the waistband of my pajama bottoms.

"The feeling is mutual," Roger murmurs before finally tugging the cotton shorts down my legs. Although, before he can progress in his actions and do anything else to further tease me, the phone begins ringing once more. Because Roger's closer to it, he sits back onto his knees and grabs the phone before answering it.

"Hello?" Roger asks, his eyes flickering to the ceiling before almost immediately going down to mine, a small, quiet laugh tumbling out of his lips as he begins shaking his head. "Hello, mum," He replies to the other person on the phone, making me grin and shake my head. Even in our twenties, our mums still tend to kill the mood.

[rogertaylorsgirl]

imagine being roger’s first real girlfriend. the members of the band would be so shocked at seeing him so committed to someone. of course, they would try and piss him off, talking about how much he’s whipped for you. but are they wrong? absolutely not.

this man would do anything for you. you could ask him the entire universe and he would make sure you had it. every time you would walk in the studio, he would leave the drums so fast and come to hug you, while the others complain about finishing the damn song.

you made him softer, sometimes he hated that, but he couldn’t do anything about it. you helped him calm down during one of his famous tantrums and you also made him romantic. he wasn’t the type to cuddle or show too much affection before, since the girls he dated were nothing serious, but now with you it was all different. you had changed him for the better.