#this is the shirt he wore for my concert EEE

[bri-rog-deak-fred]

White Queen, How My Heart Did Ache

@ziggymay said to bri-rog-deak-fred:

brian seeing you in the front row of an early queen concert and motioning for you to sneak backstage, pre concert roger bets that he wouldn't get a girl to go home with him that night and when he brings you backstage he tells you and you go along with the bet but you only end up making out and cuddling when you're back at his place:) 

Note: eee fluffy brian! I hope you guys like this! something a little different in style! warnings: swearing. whats new. Thank you for requesting love!

 It's not like Y/N planned on going out. Not in the slightest. In fact, she would have rather stayed inside, with a good book, cozy pajamas and a nice cup of tea. Actually, that was what she was doing on her couch in her dimly lit flat when her phone annoyingly began to ring. With a loud groan, she got up and trudged to the phone on the wall, tossing her book to the coffee table.

“Y/N speaking.” She said, rolling her eyes.

“Y/N! Are you busy?!” There was the shrill voice of her best friend over the phone.

“A little…” She answers and looks back to her cozy spot on her couch. “Why.”

“Christy dropped out and I have an extra ticket to that band concert tonight! Please please PLEASE come with me!” Her friend begged, desperation bleeding through the phone line.

“I don’t know, Y/F/N-“ She tried, huffing quietly to herself.

“They have an open bar in the back.” Y/F/N said.

“I’ll be there in 20. You’re driving.” Y/N agreed before aggressively hanging up the phone. She even forgot to ask what band they were seeing. With a sigh she switched her telly off and made her way to her quaint room, happy her roommate wasn’t home. She quickly threw on her best pair of high waisted bell bottom jeans and an off the shoulder, burnt orange blouse that tied in a knot in the middle of its sweet heart neckline.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, before adding a pair of golden star earrings, biting her cheeks and hoped she would look at least half decent for the night. Throwing on some lipstick that she tossed in her purse, she left, walking a few minutes down the street to her friend’s flat.

 -

 “Bet you won’t”

“Shut it.”

“You woooon’t.”

“Rog, I swear on the good green earth.”

“You won’t, wanker.”

“Roger, I’ll throw your glittery shoes in the trash-“

“Ahhh, Brian.” Freddie Suddenly interjected as Roger and Brian bickered like a married couple. “Sorry dear, but I need to put that black coal on your eyes or you’ll look like a ghost in the photos again.”

“Good. Roger was being an ass.” Brian rolled his eyes as he followed Freddie to a chair, sitting and leaning back as Freddie poked and prodded at his eyes.

“Yeah, cause you’re being a right dick head! I get them every show and so does John and Fred. You need to loosen up, grandma.” Roger fluffed his hair and took his t-shirt off his body and threw it in John’s general direction in the back corner of the smelly back room.

“What are you fussing about?” Freddie asked as he concentrated on applying Brian’s makeup.

Brian licked his lip and let out a giant sigh, tired as ever of Roger’s antics.

“Roger keeps bugging me about getting a-a groupie to come back home with me like he does. Every night.” Brian looked up, lips pulled taught.

“Why won’t you?” Freddie asked, furrowing his eyes at Brian and pausing the eyeliner.

“Fred!” Brian sat up a little. “I just… I’m not like that I suppose… I don’t get groupies like that!” He said, adjusting his tight white satin top.

“Oh my god! Have you even heard all the birds screaming your bloody name?! And what do you do? Say hello and walk back home, sulking like a sissy because we all have things to do after the show and you don’t?” Roger was getting snappy.

“They’re not things, Roger. They’re girls. And I just… I’d rather have something more serious instead of a one-night fling.” The taller boy rolled eyes, not meeting any ones from his embarrassment.

“Yea, cause you’re a prude know-it-all.”

Brian held his anger in and leaned back again, grumbling before Freddie turned around and gave Roger an annoyed looked as he playfully punched his stomach.

“I bet 20 quid that you won’t bring a girl home tonight. If you don’t you owe me, if you do, I’ll pay you… and I’ll let you borrow the van. For a week.” Roger stood and crossed his arms, standing behind Freddie. Brain sat up and opened his eyes, narrowing them and crossing his arms as well. “Make it two weeks and it’s a deal.” His lips turned into a little smile, even though inside he was quite self-conscious.

“Fine.” Roger agreed, quirking his head and rubbing his stomach.

“Fine!” Brian spit back.

“Put a shirt on!” John shouted glaring at Roger.

 -

 Y/N stood awkwardly, smushed in between rows of girls who wore almost nothing and grown, sweaty men, all shuffling shoulder to shoulder in front of the small stage. She sighed, really wishing she had just stayed home. She felt almost suffocated with how thick the air was.

“Y/F/N, I’m getting a few drinks.” She mumbled, knowing full well her friend really wasn’t paying attention. She pushed her way to the back, finding the bar and sat for a minute. Her forearms stuck to the sticky surface of the bar as she decided to get a shot of tequila, and then a second. And fuck it, a third, it was free and the show was going to start soon. If she wasn’t going to like the music, then at least she’d be tipsy enough to dance to it. With a napkin, she blotted her lips and applied a second coat of lipstick, trudging her way back through the crowd. She got back to the front, but her friend was no where to be found. Great.

Y/N looked around, a little panicked, but never-minding since she’d probably find her afterwords, buying a t-shirt or snogging some person behind a pillar or the back door. At least Y/N was right next to the stage. Stage right, she thought, feeling rather numb as memories from her old drama classes flooded in her brain. Suddenly the lights began to flash such bright, brilliant colors and loud guitar chords and drumming surrounded the crowd, sending everyone into a shock. Y/N screamed too, feeling a little better as the seconds passed.

“Who is this?!” She yelled to a girl next to her who was just as excited as her but was ten times as drunk.

“Queen!” She shrieked. “What?” Y/N asked, unable to hear from how close she was to the amps and stage.

Suddenly, a booming, clear voice rang and reverberated through the venue.

“Make way for Queen!” Freddie Mercury said through his microphone, the spotlights finding him on stage, lighting up his sparkly body suit. His hair flowed to his shoulder like a raven’s wing and suddenly Y/N forget to breath, mesmerized. She loved Queen, actually, and had their first and second albums on vinyl. Now, she was hanging to the edge of the stage, so close that she wished Freddie to stomp on her fingers.

Tears rushed to her eyes as they began playing their music, feeling complete ecstasy as they performed. Roger’s drum beat was much more powerful in person and she never thought she would see John Deacon dance so much while playing his bass perfectly. Freddie’s voice sent shivers down her spine as she jumped up and down to the music, lights flashing. It felt like she was in a dream, the haze of smoke and color sending her soul soaring. There was a pause from the music, and suddenly the lights followed Brian May to where he was standing, just inches away from Y/N. She looked up to him, the rainbow lights creating such a lovely halo through his large curly bouncy hair. She watched as his fingers graced his guitar so quickly, creating such a lovely sound on his guitar. His white satin top glimmered in the light, watching as his winged sleeves rippled with every movement. He looked like a true angel, fingers meticulously plucking notes, his rings shining and catching Y/N’s eyes. There seemed to be cool breeze that flew through the through the venue as people settled to listen or a moment.

Y/N felt her head spin as she watched this tall, lanky boy absolutely shred out a prefect solo, his lips parted just slightly, plump lips glistening in the light. She could feel her heart pound in time to the rhythm, more tears forming in the edges of her eyes. His eyes almost emerald green in the light, fluttered as he surveyed the crowd. Y/N swallow hard, closing her eyes and felt the music run through her veins, her soul absolutely intertwining with the gorgeous sound of the guitar strings echoing through her body and venue.

Brian peaked back to Roger, who was staring back at him, smirking. Brian felt his cheeks flush, looking to the group of people surrounding the stage in front of him, when his eyes fell upon a girl, her cheeks reddened, and eyes closed. She was the only one not starring at him, truly enjoying the solo he played, and not just his image. He sucked in a breath, playing a little more skillfully to get her attention. She seemed to be enjoying the music more than anything else, and it made him feel static electricity run through his finger tips. He stepped closer to the edge of the stage, never wanting to pull his eyes away from her beautiful, dreamy face.

The chorus of White queen began, the guitar and drums creating such a running beat, that Y/N had to open her eyes, gasping as her eyes found Brian May’s just a foot away from her, she almost stumbled backward, but held her grip on the edge of the stage. She could barely breath, wondering if she was dreaming or not. Her feet and hands went numb, the loud pulsing guitar beats making her heart long and crave for more. Her hand tucked her hair behind her ear, never wanting the moment to end.

Brian bit his lip and decided to shoot his shot, kneeling almost slightly as he continued to play his guitar, the climax of the song ringing out as they began to transition into his song Some Day, One Day. He smiled widely to the brilliant girl with the star earrings, winking at her and nodding his head to the stage right side door leading to the back stage.

Y/N was stunned, unable to believe what was happening, Did Brian May, guitarist of Queen, just wink at her? Did he just invite her back stage?  Was this the real life, or was it a literal tequila induced fantasy? She couldn’t speak, nor could he, so she nodded to him, screaming even louder as the concert went on, living out a fantasy of hers that she would have never known existed until now.

 -

 The concert ended, and Y/N did as Brian suggested to her with his head, instead of following the crowd, she made her way to a hidden passage way leading to the back of the stage. There was a security guard standing in the way, making her feel rather nervous. She hoped she wasn’t too sweaty or disheveled. Her heart pounded, hoping he’d let her through.

“Uhm- Brian-“ She began before the security let her through instantly. They must of known, and it really wasn’t a dream. Suddenly, there was a groupie wrapping a paper bracelet around her wrist and a lanyard around her neck, ushering her back further behind the stage, being careful not to trip over wires and boxes. Her head was in a daze, not knowing where she was going or even if she was supposed to be there, before She spotted the tall guitarist, back to her. She sucked in a breath.

Holy Shit.

“Brian, You’ve got a groupie.” You hear one of the roadies yell.

“Hey, I’m not a groupie!” She hissed. She wasn’t there just to get in his pants, though it would be nice, furrowing her eyes at who ever called her a groupie.

“Hey!” Brian was suddenly jogging towards her, and she was star struck again. “Hey! How’d you like the show?” He asked, voice so sweet and a little raw, but never the less, kind.

Y/N looked to him, unaware that her hands were shaking. “The show? Oh my god, it was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before! Absolutely incredible, really!” She babbled, excitement dripping from her voice as she adjusted her top.

Brian smiled and took one of her hands. “I’m so glad to hear! I’m Brian… Brian Harold May.” He bent down a little to hear her voice a little better over the commotion of the other girls and groupies talking and laughing with the rest of the band. “What’s your name, love?” He asked, turning his ear towards her mouth to hear her. “I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N” She says and smiles, sticking her hand out to shake his. ‘God, I’m an idiot’ She thought. Brian chuckled and took it, shaking it before holding it gently, his other arm snaking around her back, and pulling her closer. The hand he held was now pressing against his chest in his.

“Y/N? Wow… that’s a beautiful name!” He said, getting a blushed smile from the girl.

“Oh, it’s nothing…” She said, biting her lip and feeling her whole body tingle.

“Can I talk to you for a minute before I introduce you to the rest of the band? Maybe somewhere a little more private?” Brian asked, face meeting hers to hear her answer.

Her heart skipped a beat. “Sure.” She smiled to him, before he escorted her back away from everyone, around some dingy corner where multiple crates and boxes were piled high. The sound was a little further away now and you didn’t need to stand as close to hear everyone.

“Thanks for coming tonight… You looked like you were really enjoying the music.” He said, observing her as she stepped back a little, not letting go of his hand yet. He didn’t mind in the slightest. She was obviously a little light headed, probably from the drinks and defiantly from the show. He could remember the feeling after his first couple of larger shows.

“I didn’t really want to come tonight… in fact I didn’t know who was playing until Freddie came onto the stage. My friend’s friend dropped her ticket and I got dragged here, but I’m really glad I did. This was one of the best concerts I’ve ever been too, honestly.” Y/N tried to keep her excitement to a minimum, feeling more and more comfortable with Brian as the moments passed. “White Queen is one of my most favorite songs and to hear it live was something I’ll never forget.” She beamed, tucking her hair back behind her ears.

“I’m certainly glad you came. I love your earrings, by the way. The stars are one of my… interests.” Brian grinned nervously, not wanting to sound too nerdy.

“You like the stars? Like astronomy and all that?” Y/N asked. It was odd to hear a rockstar talk about things other than just their music.

“Yeah! If I wasn’t doing this, I’d still be getting a doctorate in Astrophysics!” Brian’s hand found his hair and fluffed it up.

“That’s incredible! I love that!” Y/N smiled, her platform boots making her antsy from pain.

“Here, sit for a second I have to tell you something.” Brian said, noticing her sway on her feet. He gestured to unplugged amp and sat her down, before he sat next to her.

Y/N nervously fretted with her nails, wondering what else Brian was storing in his winged sleeves.

“Listen… Roger and I made a bet. You know.. Roger our drummer.” She nodded silently, listening.

“He made a bet that I couldn’t get a girl to come home with me and… well.” He began, cheeks red.

Y/N furrowed her brow, hoping he wasn’t just using her for sex. Her body stiffened slightly. “And?” She said, apprehensive. He didn’t seem like the type of guy to do that, but she was already backstage with him, knowing they probably wouldn’t ever see each other again. “Would you pretend you’re coming home with me so he drops the subject?” He asked, voice wavering from nervousness, noticing her demeanor change. “I-I wouldn’t ask you to do anything more put pretend to leave with me… I know it’s a weird request but he really can be a bully-“ Brian began to stutter nervously, eyes rapidly blinking, not wanting to upset her anymore and lose her company for the night.

Her gaze softened. He really was a sweetheart; a nervous boy it seemed. “That’s fine.” She nodded, taking his hand and squeezing it calm him down. “I’d really like that. I have nothing else going on tonight.” she said, letting herself go and do something fun for once.

“R-Really?” Brian asked, hopeful and excited.

“Yeah, why not? If you’re okay to drive and don’t live too far away.” Y/N agreed, winking to Brian as he did to her earlier.

“Oh, Thank you. Thank you so much, Y/N, it means the world to me!” He said and gave her a quick peck to her cheek as a friendly thank you, causing her to turn her face away, hiding her stunned, blushed face. “Now, why don’t you introduce me to the rest of the band. I’ve been dying to ask Freddie about his costume.”

Brian took her hand and pulled her along to meet the others. Y/N held to his hand tightly, loving the way his fingers intertwined with hers. She stood close to him, pretending to be as lustful as she could.

“Fred, Rog, Deaks. This is Y/N. She is a huge fan of ours.” Brian introduced her, showing her off like a prize he had won. Roger raised an eyebrow and smirked to Brian.

“Brilliant show tonight. Best one I’ve seen in a really long time!” Y/N said with heavy eyelids, secretly screaming inside.

“Yeah, what part was your favorite?” Roger asked, stepping forward, putting his thumbs through his belt loops and puffing his chest up a little in an attempt to woo the new, pretty girl. His round eyes drooped, hoping to be as seductive as possible. Y/N did blush, but clung to Brian’s side. “I loved when Brian played his solo in White Queen. His fingers are so skilled and soooo fast.” She giggled, looking up to Brian and watching his face turn into a tomato. “Your drumming was great too, though.” She said, watching as Roger deflated a little. Freddie held back laughter in amusement, falling in love with this girl who could put Roger in his place.

“Oh, and the bass… wow, John. Absolutely astonishing!” She exclaimed, smiling to the quiet boy with the longest hair of them all.

“Thank you, very much.” He smiled, eyes squinting just so. “There were so many chords and harmonies hidden that I’ve never heard before tonight, and I really was just blown away. Your dancing made me want to dance too.” She laughed, watching as John shyly nodded his head and thanked her again.

She let go of Brian’s side. “I was just telling Brian-“ She said his name so breathily it really made it sound like she wasn’t joking around anymore.”-How much I loved your costume, Freddie. It truly was an honor to watch you do your magic on stage. Your voice could move mountains! I haven’t heard anything like it and I’m blown away. Honestly, this is the best night of my life!” She squealed with joy, hanging on to Brian again. “Just wait until later.” Brian winked down to her, making Roger fume a little more. Y/N giggled, hoping she was convincing enough.

“Thank you, lovie! I knew someone would appreciate all of this.” Freddie closed his eyes and gestured to his extravagant outfit, black finger nails fluttering down his leg. “Brian told us he saw you at the edge of the stage completely entranced by the music all night long.” Fred pursed his lips, watching how Roger squirmed from losing his dumb bet.

“How could I not be? I think you’re all rock Gods.” Y/N felt Brian’s arm wrap around her. “Maybe you could take me back to your place and show me more of those guitar skills and how fast those fingers really can go.” She bit her lip, doe like eyes blinking up to Brian.

“Fine! You win!” Roger suddenly screamed, stomping away to a group of girls who would give him attention.

Y/N burst out laughing, as well as Brian, their joke going unnoticed as the group disappeared to talk some more and wind down from the show.

 -

 After Brian got undressed and all was packed up, He came out of the dressing room, finding Y/N sitting on the amp again, patiently waiting for him. His curls were a little wet from the shower he had taken, but he looked a little more normal without the makeup and costume. Clad in only a green t-shirt and black bell bottoms with white clogs, he held his guitar case in one hand and a bag of other things in the other. “Ready, love?” He asked, as Y/N surveyed his body.

He held his breath as she stood and met his side again. “I almost like you better this way.” Y/N smiled to him, her face still grinning but her eyes were tired. “Let’s go.” She said with a curt nod, saying her goodbyes to the rest of Queen and, noticing how Roger just rolled his eyes as she and Brian piled into his car.

They drove in the silence of the night, her window rolled down.

Every once in a while they would talk about something small, but she preferred his silence, enjoying his quick company. She felt like the dream would end too quickly, so she wanted to bask in every moment she could.

Brian led her to his flat that he said was shared by himself and Roger, but Roger wasn’t there. He must have been at a bar or partying with his groupies he had that night.

“Pardon the mess. We all assembled here before the show tonight.” Brian mumbled ad he unlocked the door and led Y/N to the small sitting room. It wasn’t that messy, apart from clothes tossed about the floor and empty glasses and bottle on the table and in the kitchen. He quickly set his guitar case down, trying to clean up. Y/N smiled and shook her head, beginning to help.

Brian looked to her, wondering why she was being so nice. “Hey, no, you’re the guest!” He began trying to take the empty glasses from her hands.

“I don’t mind. You’ve had a long night.” Y/N’s voice was quiet, and the space between them was small. She could smell Brian’s clean scent, hoping she didn’t smell too awful herself. His fingers brushed against hers as he let go of the glasses, allowing her to help. After tidying the living room a little, she let out a sigh and kicked her platforms off, realizing just how tall Brian really was now compared to her.

“Can you show were the loo is?” She asked, wanting to freshen up a bit.

“Of course. It down the hall to the left, across from the room at the end.” Brian pointed and she took her purse, going to the bathroom to freshen up. Brian panicked, heart racing. She was so kind to him for such a silly bet. He started to make some tea on the stove top, before getting two glasses of water filled as well.

Y/N starred at herself in the mirror, finding herself more and more nervous by the second. What a night it had been. She spun in a circle, feeling her heart swoon in her chest. Her dizzy head spun wildly and she had to catch herself on the sink, still trying to wake herself from this dream. After she freshened her face and hair and body with some water, she sucked in a deep breath and made her way out to the living room, where Brian was putting a soft record on.

The room filled with the warm sound of Carole King fill the space.

“Carole King? Where’d you get her vinyl?” Y/N asked, surprised by Brian’s music choice. He hadn’t heard her come back and jumped, turning around. “Oh! Erm… I don’t remember. I can change it-“ He stuttered, embarrassed.

“No, I love her music! Her voice is so calming.” Y/N said and sat down on his couch, pulling her legs underneath her. “I like your flat. It’s a lot nicer than most guys have.” She said, looking to the pile of records and the pictures on the wall.

Brian was a little stunned, wishing she wouldn’t ever leave him. He swallowed hard and found that his body was taking him to the couch, sitting beside her, but not close enough. He didn’t want to push any boundaries with her, since she was just a stranger after all. He watched her as her eyes followed the art on his wall back to him. Y/N smiled, seeing how Brian was watching her. She moved a little closer to him, the couch dipping just slightly.

“This really is a lovely place you have.” Y/N said, face luminous even now in the dark flat. The pair of them were exhausted, but their company was enough to keep them going for a little longer, talking about music, and studies to hobbies and even favorite colors. As time passed, and the records changed, Brian couldn’t help but notice that Y/N was practically in his lap. She leaned against him, playing with his hand and fingers, fingers tracing his veins to his tendons, to the ring on his pinky.

Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, sighing deeply.

After a few moments, she spoke, but her voice was small and sorrowful.

“So I assume you won the bet, then? I hope I was convincing for you.” She said, not wanting the night to end, but it was a bet after all and she knew it wouldn’t last very much longer.

“Yeah, I suppose so. Roger seemed pretty mad, but I get a good 20 quid out of it and his van for the next two weeks, so it was worth it.” Brian chuckled, feeling bold enough to wrap an arm around her waist. “You were quite convincing.” He added, remembering the comment about his fingers.

Y/N smiled, trying to hide her sadness. “I guess so.” Her sweet honey-like voice dripped with sleepiness but also a sadness Brian knew all too well.

“Thank you again for coming here with me. I’m having a really nice time with you, Y/N.” He said, voice a mere whisper. Y/N lifted her gaze and saw that Brian was looking down to her. She blinked, butterflies tumbling around inside her. “Me too, Brian. You’re a lot more interesting than I could’ve expected.” Her eyes fell, before she felt Brian’s hand lift her chin. “I know this isn’t apart of the bet… but I really would like to see you again. If you’d like of course. Maybe for some coffee or go see a film.” He asked. Y/N parted her lips to answer, before she clenched her jaw. Did Brian really just ask her out?

“Yes. I would really really like that.” Her voice was astonished and surprised. She snuggled a little closer into his side, her hand leading Brian’s touch from his chin to her cheek. Her hazy eyes flickered from his hazel eyes to his lips, wishing to wonder what he tasted like.

Brian noticed this, eyes falling to her lips that were stained red from the lipstick she had been wearing all night.

“May I kiss you?” He asked, voice a whisper.

Y/N honestly couldn’t answer, so she nodded and felt her eyes flutter closed as Brian leaned down. His lips pressed so tenderly to her, testing the waters. She kissed him delicately, wondering how he could’ve stolen her breath away so easily. He kissed her a few more times, before she readjusted herself, deepening the kiss more and moving so that she was straddling his lap. His tongue swept so carefully over her bottom lip, tasting the sweet sugary strawberry of her stained lips and the tequila on her breath. It wasn’t unpleasant in the slightest.

Y/N let out a soft moan as Brian let his tongue entangle with hers. After a few moments, she pulled away, breathless. “Oh Brian… you’re fantastic.” Her voice said so sweetly, he felt his chest swell with delight. His arms held her tightly around her waist, never wanting this night to end.

“I think you’re quite lovely, Y/N.” Brian May whispered, before his mouth trailed to her neck, pressing feather light kisses to her skin, pulling tiny breaths of pleasure from her kiss bitten lips. “Remind me to give you my number… after all of this…” She breathed, fingers tangling into his hair.

They stayed like this for an hour more, kissing each other and talking about nothing in particular until Y/N rested her head on Brian’s chest, listening to his heart beat. They fell asleep on the couch, in the light of moon, the stars applauding the two blossoming lovers as they slept in each other’s arms, bet completely forgotten.