#gwil!brian may x reader

[magickcandie]

Brian May x Fem!Reader

Actress Name - A/N

When news reached Brian about the making of Bohemian Rhapsody, you were interested. You wanted to see how to portrayed him, and who would be the young him… and you were slightly curious if there was going to be someone who’d play the young you. You were more than well known. You’ve been Y/N May since the 70s! You were a relative crucial part of Queen and Brian’s life. When Brian got sent the script, he didn’t say anything. He flipped open to a page and merely handed it you. Y/N May

You would be in the movie! And quite a journey that was. The actors did a wonderful job recreating a lot of the scenes and concerts. And something even more interesting, meeting Gwilym Lee. He was a striking image of young Brian. He learned to talk like him, stand like him, make the same gestures and learned to play the guitar like him. What made everything that much more uncanny, the young actress playing you and Gwilym were seen falling in love the way you and Brian did.

It was clear that it was no longer just a friend thing. Gwilym was seen flirting, trying in any way to touch her.

“Have it noticed it, darling?” You asked one afternoon on set. They were spending a few hours going through rehearsals for the Live Aid performance. “Noticed what, Y/N?” “Look at him. Gwil and that young lady.” Brian looked up to the stage and noticed Gwilym talking to the A/N. She was leaning back against the piano, wide smile and laughing at whatever it was that the charming actor was saying to her. “She’s much like you.” Brian said nonchalantly. “Exactly what I’m saying. That girl is head over heels for him. You should ask him about it.”

Ask about it, he did. A/N was called off the Live Aid set to go film something else so Brian went to Gwilym. “Hello, Gwil.” “Oh hello, Brian.” Gwilym lay the copy Red Special down in his lap.

“I had question. An inquiry, really. Do you fancy A/N? You seem to be getting close.”

Gwilym’s face went a shade of red. “Uh, A/N and I are good friends. Nothing after that.”

“You know, that’s what I said about Y/N. She and I have a similar story to you and that young woman. I think it’d be a wonderful thing should you take her to dinner.”

“How is this like you and Y/N?” Gwilym was trying to steer away from the topic, and Brian knew, but he’d entertain him.

“She and I met back early in the 60s. Wow, such a long time ago. She was an actress back in university and I was to take part in her student film. I, much like you, Gwil, was doing whatever I could to garner her attention, like you are now. We got married in the 70s, when Queen was such a small thing.”

Gwilym smiled and tucked his hands into his lap. “I mean I do like A/N but I don’t think she really she really sees me the same way.”

“You’ll never know, if you don’t ask.”

“Thank you, Brian.”

“Of course, Gwilym.” And with that, Brian got up and left. He made his way back to you, explaining the story.

“You told him ours?” You asked.

“It was the only way he’d take A/N.”

Later that month, Gwilym called the house asking for Brian. You passed off the phone but waited next to him. Brian was smiling and said “that’s great!” Before hanging up.

“What happened?” You asked.

“Oh, Gwilym is going out with A/N.”

“How sweet.”

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[hoplesslydevotedtomusic]

Hey everyone! so i’m planning on doing ships again, and then most likely going to get back into writing fanfic again. here’s the fandoms and people/characters i’m intending on writing for! if anyone has any other suggestions though! please let me know!

The Beatles

paul mccartney

george harrison

ringo starr

i’m not too sure about writing for john lennon, though he used to be one of my comfort people back in the day, i’ve obviously matured and learnt of his problematic behaviour, and therefore i’d like to hear other people’s opinions on writing for him before i make any decisions.

Queen

freddie mercury

brian may (MY LOVE🫶🫶🫶)

roger taylor

john deacon

Other Musicians

eddie Vedder

dave grohl

kurt cobain

slash

stevie nicks

elvis presley (and austin butler as elvis)

Criminal Minds

spencer reid

aaron hotchner

derek morgan

emily prentiss

jennifer jareau

penelope garcia

david rossi

elle greenway

Spiderman

tasm!peter (garfield)

spider-man 1,2 and 3 (maguire)

also please note that i don’t write for any other marvel characters!

Actors

adam driver

andrew garfield

borhap cast (gwil, ben, joe, rami and lucy)

Stranger Things

mike wheeler

nancy wheeler

will byers

jonathan byers

joyce byers

jim hopper

eleven/jane hopper

dustin henderson

max mayfield

billy hargrove

steve harrington

robyn buckley

lucas sinclair

eddie munson

Phantom Of The Opera

erik destler (the phantom)

christine daae

raul de chagny

there’s probably so many more fandoms i’m willing to write for, so please send me suggestions🙏🙏

also, as of now, all of my writing will be x reader!

SHIPS AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

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[theimpossiblehologramtree]

Making Queen members flower crowns would include

Pairing: Queen members x reader

Word count: (altogether) 1800+

Warnings: some sickening fluff, oh and swearing but that’s a standard, some slightly suggestive themes in john’s (implied sex) but nothing accually happens except a kiss

A/N: Hello you beautiful people! I’m back (don’t get used to that tho lol) I thought of this two years ago when i first saw Bohemian Rhapsody (SO 2 FUCKING YEARS AGO). Freddie’s is gender neutral. I tried to add a “keep reading” button but I’m not sure it works tbh because this hell of a side never cooperates.

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.

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Brian May

You were laying on Brian's lap, the sun hitting your face pleasantly. This week the weather was nice and warm, which was something extremely unusual in England, so the two of you decided to head out to the country and have a little picnic.

After what felt like hours spent in the car ("Brian, for Christ's sake, would you open the bloody window, I can't breathe!" and "Bri, I love you, but if we don't get there in five minutes, I'm going to murder you, I swear") you finally found a nice clearing, where you could relax and forget about the stresses of city life.

Brian put down a blanket on the grass, near a small stream that flew through the forest. He brought the bag with food and drinks (you didn't have a basket, so you had to improvise). 

You quickly put some sunscreen on your face and laid down, keeping your head propped on Brian's lap. He put a hat over his face and fell asleep, his chest rising steadily. 

After some time (that fucking wasp didn't let you sit in one place), you stood up and noticed many beautiful flowers, growing on a nearby bush. You got lost in picking up the most beautiful ones, admiring each one carefully. When you got enough, you sat back down and started tying the stems together.

Suddenly you got an idea. Careful not to wake him up, you began sticking the flowers in Brian's dark curls. 

Your now decorated boyfriend woke up and stretched, not noticing the colourful addition to his hair. This made you chuckle softly, but you decided to see how long it would take him to realize.

+"What is it, babe? Do I have something on my face?"

"No, Bri, I just remembered a funny joke, that's all."

"Oh tell me, then."

"What’s the difference between a lawnmower and an electric guitar?"

"Hm?"

"You can tune a lawnmower!"

You both enjoyed the rest of the day swimming in the stream, sunbathing and eating the snack you brought. And Brian somehow still didn't notice.

Until it was time for you to get home.

You got in the car ("Open the window now, it's like in the oven in here!") and Brian looked into the rear-view mirror.

+"Hey, (Y/N), what the fuck is that? I love it."

Roger Taylor

So honestly it would probably happen during one of his concerts.

You were backstage watching the show, enjoying every second of it. Freddie was in the middle of shouting some (very inappropriate) compliments to Brian's ass, slapping his buttcheeks. The crowd immediately went wild hundreds of fans screamed in unison. You chuckled under your breath, flashing a white smile at your beloved boyfriend Roger and his bandmates. You felt an arm wrap around your shoulders. Surprised, you turned around, your eyes meeting Mary's.

+"What's up, kiddo?" she smirked and patted your back.

"Oh, nothing much. Just Freddie being Freddie," you replied, making both of you erupt with laughter.

Suddenly you felt a familiar feeling form in the pit of your stomach. Out of nowhere, your hands became shaky, your breath shallow and quick. Feeling like you need some fresh air, you excused yourself.

+"Are you sure you're okay, (Y/N)?" Mary watched you carefully, her hand supporting you in case you fainted.

"Yes, Mary, I just need some fresh air. I'm extremely tired, and I haven't eaten anything since this morning" you reassured your friend. "I'm just gonna sit outside for a while."

"Do you want me to come with you?" she asked, still not convinced about your well-being.

"Yes, I wouldn't want to spoil the gig for you. I'll be back before you know it" you squeezed her hand and, after promising her to be careful, you headed outside.

You took a walk alongside the small patch of lawn beside the exit. After taking a couple of deep breaths, you noticed some daisies grow in the green grass. Without thinking much, you sat down and started picking them up and tying their stems together.

Your fingers worked quickly, making a beautiful flower crown, mindlessly.

Meanwhile, on stage, the boys were singing She makes me - a song that reminded Roger of you. He quickly glanced to his right, expecting to see your beautiful figure standing with Mary. But, much to his surprise, he couldn't see you anywhere. It was no secret that his eyesight was shit but, bloody hell, it wasn't that bad. His blue eyes were searching for you, frantically.

When the song ended, he quickly motioned to Freddie to take a quick break, while he went to check up on you. He practically sprinted to Mary, almost knocking down his drumkit and John.

+"You dumb fuck, watch where you're going, Rog!"

Usually, Roger would reply with some snarky comment, but at that moment he really didn't care. When he reached Mary, he didn't even need to ask her about you. 

+"She's outside. Needed some fresh air" the girl shooked her head towards the exit. 

Roger quickly walked outside, knowing that he couldn't stall the audience for too long. But at the same time, he must have made sure you were all right.  

He got out of the building and searched for you. He spotted to sitting on a small patch of grass, holding a pretty flower crown in your hands. His heart ached at this sight. 

+"Hello, love" he whispered, kneeling next to you. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, I am, Rog" you kissed his cheek. "I just felt a bit off, that's all." 

You felt your boyfriend press a kiss to your hair. You smiled at the feeling, leaning into his touch. 

You finally placed the finished flower crown on his head, brushing away loose strands of sweaty hair from his face, your hand gently brushing his temple. He took your tiny hands in his and kissed your fingers.

+"Do you wanna go back in there, sweetheart?" he asked sweetly, looking deeply into your eyes.

You nodded and pecked his lips, "Of course, Rog, I wouldn't want to miss any more of your show."

He smiled and lead you inside, placing his hand on the small of your back. You returned to Mary and wished your boyfriend good luck. 

Roger kept the flowers on his head throughout the whole gig, sending you a dashing smile and winking at you every now and again.

I just think Roger would look sososo pretty in a flower crown.

John Deacon

It was a lovely afternoon in London. You and your fiancé John decided to take a walk after the whole day in the studio, recording songs.

Taking a walk in a nearby park was a great way to destress and release the tension accumulated during the day. It was something John realized pretty early on in your relationship and took full advantage of it. He loved wandering along the pebbled pathways that swirled around beautiful trees and bushes full of colourful flowers. Being in the presence of nature made him feel at ease and helped him relax.

But the real reason why he enjoyed your walks so much was you. He adored seeing your face light up with joy when you saw a squirrel run up a branch of an old oak or when you spotted a particularly beautiful fish in the small pond. He could watch you pick up fallen leaves for ages and hear you talk to little kids in a playground, showing them the shiny rocks you collected along the way.

To be honest, he always dreamt about starting a family with you and seeing you get along with kids so well only increased that desire.

Often after a walk, he was in the mood™, which, considering his shy nature, always took you by surprise.

Oh man, he just loved taking a walk in the park.

And today was no different.

You were walking hand in hand, admiring the blossoming flowers. Occasionally, you would stop and pick them up, making a small bouquet in the process. White daisies, pink clovers and blue forget-me-nots accumulated with every step you took.

John was telling you about the new idea he had for a song, kissing your cheek every now and again.

Listening to him, you started to fiddle with the flowers, tying them in knots. After a while ("And then, I think, we could include a gong, you know?") you were done with your creation.

You put the flowers on John's head and kissed his temple.

+"What's that, darling?" he asked you, surprised.

"Nothing, but I think you look sensational, my love" you replied, smiling innocently.

You felt John's hand bring you closer to him. He kissed you, entangling his long and incredibly skilled fingers in your hair. The kiss soon turned into more heated one.

+"I'll show you how sensational I really am, pretty girl."

Freddie Mercury

So with Freddie, it was probably at one of his parties.

He invited you along to have a drink with him and his bandmates.

You usually weren't the one for big and loud parties, but he kept asking you and you gave in.

+"Oh okay, Fred, I'll do it," you said after the twentieth time he had asked you.

"Fantastic, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, loudly clapping his hands. "Just remember to wear a costume."

But you didn't really want to dress up in fancy dresses or costumes from different eras. Calling Mary, you asked her for advice and she told you to just wear some accessories.

So before the party, you went to a small flower shop and bought a small bouquet of purple lilacs. At home, you made a flower crown, hoping that dressing up as a nymph would be enough.

When you got to Freddie's house, you were greeted by a crowd of people in colourful skirts and suits with fashionable patterns. That's when you found Freddie, Roger, Brian and John, chilling on a couch with their dates.

+"Oh, (Y/N), you look marvellous, darling!" exclaimed Freddie dressed as a king, while he stood up to embrace you in a warm hug.

"Thank you, Fred, I made it myself" you smiled shyly.

You got some champagne and joined the conversation.

Suddenly, you felt a pat on your shoulder, and, when you turned around, you saw Freddie holding out a hand to you, asking you to dance with him. You gladly accepted and got up. 

+"I really meant it, darling. You do look marvellous tonight" he whispered in your ear.

"Thank you, Freddie, you can have it if you'd like" you sent him a warm smile.

You took off his golden crown and set it aside. Gently taking off the flower crown from your head, you placed it on top of Fred's. He beamed at you and put his own crown on top of your head.

+"Now you rule here, darling."

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[itsgonnabe-brian-may]

You’re Just Being Nice

Requested by: @finnofamerica : 

I was wondering if I could get a Brian x reader kinda slow burn where the reader is a musician, but she's also the audio tech helping them with their album? She kinda awkward, but she gets all wistful and starry-eyed (bouncing unabashedly when she gets excited) when she talks about music and bounces ideas off of them. Thank you so much in advance, even if you don't feel the inspiration. ❤❤

I literally am so happy that you wanted little ol me to write this, it was an absolute pleasure and so much fun! I hope you like it and it does your idea justice :) 

Brian May x Reader

wc: 2.7k words

Warnings: some swear words and kissing but other than that none

// 

Oh, the 70's. The time where everybody wanted to be a rockstar. Or more they just wanted to live the lifestyle. Hot chicks, booze, drugs, music and the thrill of being on stage in front of a crowd sounded appealing to anyone in their right mind. However, the hard work and dedication it took to get there sounded anything but appealing. You and a few other hopefuls didn't mind. Gladly you poured your entire soul into the shot at being able to make it big. Being brought up in a family that was supportive sure helped, but that didn't mean they paid for your expensive recording sessions and gig fees. That money came from hard work from odd jobs. You had been a barista, bartender, door holder, waitress, busboy, elevator operator, guitar stringer, music store clerk, shoe store restocker and about twenty more jobs that offered any sort of cash fast. Nothing really stuck, now you were on the hunt to find a longer lasting job, hopefully in the music industry, that you could keep while recording your first album with your band. You were over the moon excited that you finally had a band that stuck together for longer than six months and the other 4 members were an absolute dream to work with.

There was Mark, a long-haired hippie who absolutely killed it on bass guitar. Then Sandy, who was the lead singer and always made sure that her outfit matched her eyeshadow, which was impressive with the multicolored outfits she sported. Rene was next, he was the only one who could play the drums and make it match any emotion, he could even make you cry. On the keys and sometimes guitar was Ricky, he was kind of the oddball of the group with a clean haircut that looked so professional that people were always surprised to find out he was in the band, not the manager. You guys had definitely taken advantage of that a few too many times. And last but not least there was you, Y/N. The starry-eyed and unapologetically enthusiastic guitarist and back up singer after some persuading, and maybe a few beers. 

Your job hunted ended when you reached a small recording studio that had a "help wanted" flyer hanging to the telephone pole outside by one staple. You walked in just as 4 men walked out, babbling something about a perfectly good van. 

By the end of an interview, you had scored a better deal than you had imagined. You would help out as an audio tech for the late night bands and your band would get the first slot in the morning to record, after a few months of working hard. 

That is exactly what you did. You started out shadowing and watching the other audio techs work and fiddle with the sounds. Never quite sure of what to do or what to say, you came off as the cute shy and awkward girl who stood in the back. At least that's how Queen would describe you when they encountered you. 

You didn't really meet them until a month after you started working. The head audio tech had to leave early so you were left to wrap up. Giving them a small smile you continued to do what the other tech was doing. Except Freddie wasn't having any of it. He was growing bored and started prompting you randomly about your opinions on the piece or on music in general. 

Your eyes lit up each time you got the opportunity to talk. Answering with well thought out and enthusiastic statements. Eventually, Brian joined in on the questions. The questions weren't all about music, but most of them got tied back to music. Roger and John joined in and it turned into a game of asking and answering all sorts of questions until their time slot was up. 

You worked with them until they had released their first album, you were even invited to their celebration party. By the time the party was in full swing, you were kind of done with the loud music and alcohol-fueled chaos. Grabbing your half-empty beer bottle you headed outside to get some desperately needed fresh air. To your surprise you found Brian leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, glass in one hand, staring out into the early morning sky. 

"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be inside celebrating your success?" You hummed leaning against the same wall next to him. 

"Just getting some air, And shouldn't I say the same to you? We wouldn't have an album without you," Brian responded, his voice slightly tired and raspy from the cool summer air. 

"You're just being kind, It's hard work to get as far as you guys have, give yourself some credit," 

"Now your being kind," Brian chuckled and turned his head to look at you. 

You laughed in return and the small talk turned into a deep conversation that leads you to abandon your beers and sit on the step back up to the house. Both of you were only looking at each other's eyes as you talked. You noticed how Brian's dilated when he was talking about his guitar and ideas that he had for music. Brian noticed how yours caught the moonlight and shimmered as you went on about techniques and riff's that blew your mind. To be honest he would have been lost in your eyes like he was in the sky if he wasn't so interested in what you were saying. 

"God, I would love to work on an album from start to finish," You dreamed out loud, your smile wide and your mind caught up in playing out the dream.

"Then do our next album," Brian blurted out. 

"You're just saying that Bri, I'm not nearly talented enough to do that," 

"You certainly are, sweetheart," He smiled back. 

"I'll only go if the other's say it's okay, I'd hate to be intrusive," You laughed off the offer not expecting their answer to actually be yes. 

That's how you ended up standing in the recording booth on Ridge Farm. Well not exactly. That's how you ended up as the head audio tech on Bohemian Rhapsody. How you ended up with a guitar on the other side of the glass was another story. 

-

Queen was weeks over schedule and everyone's patience was clearly wearing thin. John kept fumbling up bass lines where Fred couldn't hit the notes every time. Roger had broken most of the drum sticks, you teased that he would have to break some sticks off of the tree's to be able to play. Even the man who you had become so fascinated with and believed was perfect couldn't figure it out.

At first, he was fumbling with hitting some of the higher notes. Then he could barely get a simple riff right. Strings of swear words made the recording stop rather than the missed note. His brow was furrowed with frustration rather than concentration. The sweat collected on his forehead, glistening in the right lighting.

"Fuck," Brian cursed brashly for what seemed like the millionth time. 

"Don't you think a break is in order?" Fred asked into the mic gently, not wanting to cause Brian more anger and frustration. 

"No, I've got it, roll it one more time," He snapped back shaking out his hands and starting up again. 

Unsurprisingly he did not have it that time, or the next, or the next 8 times after that. 

"Come on Bri your nearly there, maybe take it a little slower-" You offered hesitantly into the mic.

You had been given the okay to give feedback whenever you felt like it by the boys in a unanimous vote. Yet, you rarely did, you didn't feel like it was your place to criticize one of the best bands of all time. Normally you would say something to Brian to bring up when they met together all alone. 

Brian just shot you a look filled with daggers and you put your hands up in surrender. 

He ended up playing faster than before, meaning he messed up sooner and got even more upset. The rest of the boys weren't about to say anything as Brian restarted for the actual millionth time. They didn't want an angry Brian, it was always best to let him cool off on his own. You, however, were worried and didn't want him to keep suffering. 

"Brian, Stop," You said harshly into the mic cutting him off before he could mess up again. 

"What the hell Y/N, I had it this time," Brian said throwing his hands up from his guitar. He was angry and didn't care that it was you. 

"You said that the last 300 times, you need to slow down and take a break," You reasoned, your tone becoming softer and caring rather than confrontational. 

"Then you fucking do it, Y/N, I'd like to see you try," Brian snapped, his body language backed up the challenge he was offering. 

The next thing you knew you were standing with all your weight on one foot with Brians prized guitar in your hands. The other boys clearly intrigued at what was going on had stood up to watch through the glass. Roger wore a smug smirk

"Here goes nothing," you muttered to yourself as you plucked the first few cords. 

Getting lost in the music your head bobbed up and down as your fingers danced on the strings delicately. Your eyes snapped shut as you neared the spot where Brian kept messing up. Instead of speeding up, you held a note longer and added a nice vibrato to the string to create a sense of anticipation before quietly starting the tricky riff. As your fingers moved in unison you strummed harder gradually increasing the volume as you reached the end of the difficult section. Opening your eyes you bopped around slightly finishing up the song. 

"Ta-da," You said with a straight face before erupting in laughter. 

Your laughter lit up the room and all the frustrations where gone. The rest of the band stared at you in awe, they knew you were talented but had no idea you could play that well. Brian had to full on stop himself for running in there and picking you up in a hug. 

"Y/N! That was bloody brilliant!" Roger said, regretting the attitude he gave you earlier. 

"Seriously, where'd you learn to play like that?" Brian asked as you put his guitar gently back on its stand. 

"You're not the only aspiring rock stars boys, girls can have some fun too," you laughed joining them on the other side of the glass.

"Maybe you should replace Brian," John teased with a grin that made his eyes crinkle. 

"Nonsense," you laughed. 

"Why don't you give it a shot Bri, try to outshine me," 

"I would never dream of that love," Brian smiled back, finding himself looking back into your starry eyes. 

"Oi, maybe quit flirting and try to play before we really do replace you," Roger called nodding his head in the direction of the booth. 

Brian just rolled his eyes and walked into the booth. Picking up his guitar and began playing, trying to match what you had just done. Obviously, he put his own spin on it but it was the only take needed and his section was done. You told him it was because he finally took a break and listened to your advice to slow down, but he knew it was because your fingers had somehow blessed his guitar. 

Naturally, the other boys wanted the same special attention you gave to Brian over the next couple days you bounced ideas back and forth for each of their parts for the remaining songs. Because of you, the album was finally almost finished. All that was left was the ridiculous amount of Galileos left for Roger to sing. 

"Higher," 

"Jesus how many more do you want," 

"Just one more," 

"Who even is he?" 

"Just one more Rog, do it for me," You sang into the intercom. 

He just rolled his eyes and attempted it one last time.

"Perfect!, Now pan it right and left," You told the other audio tech, who had pretty much just become your assistant, even though he was technically your superior. 

"Right, now let's listen to it?" You asked the rest of the boys once Roger had joined you again. 

They nodded and you pressed the play button with an audible click before the track started rolling. 

It wasn't long before you were bouncing up and down along with the beat. Brian watched with amusement as he rocked back and forth with the wails of his guitar. Everyone was anticipating their parts and grinning like mad when they heard how good it sounded along with the other parts. The last strokes of the piano sent them into a cheered frenzy. 

"That was brilliant!!" Brian called, this time not hesitating to pick you up and spin you around in a celebratory hug. You squealed in surprise and wrapped your arms around him to steady yourself. Once he put you down, Freddie pulled you into another celebratory hug, but the feeling was different. Shortly after, you felt the arms of the other boys around you as they closed in with a group hug. 

"Well done boys, I really mean it!" You grinned excitedly. 

"You too Y/N, we couldn't have done it without you," John said pulling you into a hug of his own. 

None of you guys could wipe the smile off of your faces on your way back to the house, or at dinner. The smiles were still there the next morning at breakfast and while you were packing up instruments and equipment and lugging it into you're equipment van. Brian had offered to drive it back so you could sleep on the bus. 

"Brian, you're just being nice," You said shaking your head at his off his offer.

"I can drive back on my own," 

"I know sweetheart, but I want to help out, you've done so much for us already," He argued lightly taking a step closer to the van and you. 

Your heart soared at the nickname but didn't get too distracted by it. 

"It's really nothing Bri, I'm happy to do it," You smiled.

"especially for you," You muttered under your breath before you could stop yourself. 

"Now you're the one just being nice," He smirked, blushing slightly at what you had said. 

"Really? How's that?" You prompted, your voice intertwined with a mischievous smile. 

"Especially for you... I heard that sweetheart," He said taking a hesitant step forward, closing the gap between the two of you. 

You gasped slightly, your face contorting with embarrassment. 

"You weren't meant to hear that part..." you said looking at your feet.  

Brian stayed silent, which caused you to look up at him. His eyes met yours and you knew exactly what he was going to do next, so it didn't surprise you that he reached out and delicately cupped your cheek. You met him by leaning forwards, lips meeting his in a soft spark. His lips were soft against your slightly chapped ones, but it didn't matter it felt amazing. You smiled softly against his lips before pulling away gently.

Brian's eyes filled with amusement with a tinge of concern. 

"You're going to tell me I'm just being nice aren't you," He mused looking at you trying to gauge your reaction. 

"No, I was going to tell you that it was really nice and would be nice if we could keep doing that," You smiled back.

"Now you're really just being nice," He teased.

You playfully pushed his shoulder away from you, laughing at his remark.

"If I was I wouldn't do this again would I?" You said before leaning in again kissing him with a little more passion than before.

"You're definitely riding with her if all your going to do it make out in the back!" Roger called as the rest of the band walked out and with their final bags in tow.  

"Oh, I was already planning on it Rog, we have at least a little decency." Brian teased opening the passenger side door for you before hopping in the driver's side.

Once you were in and the other van started down the dirt and gravel road Brian interlaced his fingers with your and started back to London with the success of a new album and scoring you as his girlfriend. At the moment he wasn't sure which was better, but it turned out to be you. 

#brian may x reader #gwil!brian x reader #brianmay x reader #gwil!brian #brian x reader #brian may imagine #brian may x you #brian imagine #brian x you #gwil!brian may x reader #gwilym lee #joe!john deacon #joe mazzello #gwilym lee x reader #ben!roger taylor #ben hardy #ben!roger x reader #queen imagines #queen x reader #bohemian rhapsody imagines #bohemian rhapsody x reader

[meetmeatthedreamersball]

Here I Stand Chp 2

A/N: I snapped. Enjoy! Chp 1

Rating/Warning(s): SMUT 18+ ONLY, oral female receiving, some fluff?

Pairing: Brian May/Gwil!Brian May x Fem!Reader

Words: ~3,038

Summary: Valentine’s day and first dates go over well.

1971 - December

A year had past and the band was now known as Queen. You were now friends with Brian, Roger, and John. You and Brian had grown especially close. You two had inside jokes and were, best of all, comfortable with each other. His hair was now a poof of curls. His legs were still just as long and he was still just as beautiful. Over the course of the past year you had developed quite a huge crush on him. You had yet to tell anyone.

“Hey, Freddie? Can I tell you something?” You asked, stopping your sketching and facing him. You and Freddie were hanging out at your apartment. He had asked you for help to design Queen's logo. He was curled up on one end of the couch and you on the other.

“What is it, dear?” He asked as he turned to face you.

“I, uhm,” you felt a wave of nervousness wash over you. Why was it suddenly so hard for you to tell your friend that you had a crush on a mutual friend? This should be easy!

“Hey, whatever it is, you can tell me,” he said and pulled you away from your thoughts.

You took a deep breath before you spoke, “I have a crush on Brian.”

“You do?” Freddie grinned, “That was obvious, darling.”

“It...was?” You asked. You could feel your face flush as you blinked a couple times. You didn’t think you were obvious.

“Yeah, the way you look at him gives it away,” Freddie said as he started to sketch again, “you should ask him out. I know he’ll say yes.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, you were nervous at the mere thought of asking Brian out. The worst he could say was no and that wasn’t the answer you wanted. But, there was no true harm in asking him out. Honestly, you were just a bundle of nerves.

“I’m sure of it,” he glanced at you, “dear, you’ll be fine. Ask him out tomorrow. The worst he can say is no, right?”

“Right,” you replied distantly. You shook yourself out of it and started sketching again.

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Freddie and you had decided on a couple of designs to show the band. You two had settled on your personal favorites. One was like the royal crest and the other was Queen with a crown in the Q. When you guys showed them to the band they loved them too. You had met the band at the studio. They were recording their first album.

You pulled your coat closer to your body. It was December and it was freezing. The snow had fell early in the morning and was still on the ground. You were now out getting coffee and tea for everyone. You arrived at the local cafe and entered. The smell of coffee filled your nose right away. You breathed in the homey scent.The place was very homey and had the matching scent. It was covered in warm browns. There were tables and chairs throughout the cafe and the counter was placed in the middle of the back wall. A good placement, you thought. You then made your way to the counter and started ordering.

After you got all the drinks, you made your way back to the studio. Once you arrived, Brian was there to open the door for you. You blushed and thanked him. He smiled and helped you hand out drinks. Then, you two sat on the couch in the control room. You sipped on your warm drink, enjoying the way it warms you up from being outside. John and Freddie were at the control table as Roger recorded his drum solo.

“Thank you,” Brian said to you, “for getting the drinks.”

“Oh,” you started, “you’re welcome.”

A beat of silence fell over you two. You bit your lip. You wanted to ask him out but something was stopping you. It was really just anxiety and you could get over it. You leg started to bounce lightly. Brian took notice and set a hand on your leg and squeezed.

“Are you alright?” He whispered to you. He was now looking at you and you looked back.

“I, uh,” you didn’t know what to say. Then you figured it was now or never. You spoke just above a whisper, “Wanna go on a date?”

Brian blinked a few times before responding, “Yeah, I’d love to.”

“Awesome!” You smiled. You secretly breathed a sigh of relief. All you had to do now was survive the date itself. You spoke again, “Wanna go for coffee around three tomorrow?”

“That sounds like a plan, I’ll pick you up?” He asked. You blushed and nodded.

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It was finally that time. Date time. You were so nervous. You had picked out some jeans, a sweater and a coat that you really liked. You were pacing your living room when there was a knock at your door. The knock pulled you out of your thoughts abruptly. You went over a looked through the peephole. It was Brian and he had flowers. They were orange-pink roses. You smiled and opened the door.

“Hey!” You said as you two hugged. You invited him in.

“I brought these for you,” he said once he was in and the door was shut.

“Thank you,” you replied as he handed them to you. You gladly took them and went to get your vase. You spoke as you filled the vase with water, “Let me put these in water and then we’ll head out?”

“Of course, don’t want them to die,” Brian replied.

“I can keep them alive, even in this weather,” you told him. He smiled and walked over to you in the kitchen.

“Hm, is that so? Cause I remember you bought flowers this past summer and those died within a few days,” he replied as he was now next to you. You set the vase down and faced him, not realizing how close he was.

“That was a fluke, and those babies were on the verge of death when I bought them,” you said. Your bodies were inches from each other. If you noticed you’d both be blushing.

“Oh, sure it was. If they were on the verge of death, why did you buy them?” He raised a brow at you. Both of you had a hand resting on the counter. It was when his hand brushed yours that you became aware of how close he was. If you had the bravery, you’d kiss him.

“I thought,” your breath hitched in your throat. You were suddenly at a loss for words.

“You thought?” Brian asked, trying to pull words out of you.

“That I could,” you let out a shaky breath, “that I could take care of them.”

He leaned in close to you, his hand cupping you face. You suddenly felt lightheaded and gripped the counter for support. He pulled you into a kiss. You lips moved in time with his. His other hand that was on the counter went moved to hold you at your hip. His other hand followed suit.It was as if he knew you could pass out. Your hand went and rested at his neck gently. His lips were soft against yours. His touch sent butterflies to your stomach and you felt like you were on cloud nine. He gently pulled away, your eyes still closed.

“I, uh,” he started unsure of what to say. Your eyes fluttered open. His hands remained in their spot on your hips. Your thumbs rubbed against his neck as you two figured out what to say.

“That was,” you bit your lip and searched for the word, “amazing.”

“Yeah, it was,” he replied. He glanced down then into your eyes, “I’d like to do that again.”

You smiled and nodded, not trusting your voice. You two crashed into another kiss. At this point you had totally forgotten about getting coffee because he was finally kissing you. It was everything you wanted.

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It was now February and you and Brian had been dating for a few months now. Valentine’s day was fast approaching and you had no idea what to do for him. So, you were out shopping with Freddie. You hoped he could help.

“Darling, what about some guitar picks?” Freddie offered. You guys had stopped for a coffee break.

“Hm,” you thought, “no, that’s too-”

“Predictable?” He offered.

You nodded, “Yeah, I want it to be unique and something that when he looks at it, he thinks of me.”

“Lingerie,” Freddie said before smiling and laughing.

“Oh my God, no, no, no,” you laughed.

“Have you guys even had sex yet?”

“Uh, no,” you said almost gently.

He looked at you wide eyed, “No way! You’re joking!”

“I’m not! I just haven’t been ready and we just haven’t gotten there yet?” You said as a question, not sure what you were asking. You sighed, “Freddie, I know it comes as a shock it’s just I haven’t had sex in a while and with Brian, I kinda wanna take my time? I don’t know.”

He put a hand over yours, “I understand. But you should seriously consider lingerie when you’re ready.”

You two shared a full body laugh. Once your coffee was finished you two went back to shopping. Then, you saw it. It was a bear with poodle-like hair and was playing a guitar. You grabbed Freddie’s arm and took him to the bear. He saw and agreed it was perfect. You quickly got the bear and were off.

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It was finally Valentine’s day and you couldn’t contain your excitement. You couldn’t wait to give Brian his gift. You were so giddy that you had butterflies in your stomach. He was going to be coming over for dinner and you decided to cook. You’re definitely good at cooking and have cooked for the boys before and they loved your food. You were surprising Brian with food too. You told him to not make any dinner reservations cause you were taking care of it. Then, there was a knock at your door. You went and checked the peephole, happy to see Brian standing there with flowers and a small bag. You quickly opened the door and hugged your boyfriend. He carefully hugged you back with his full hands. When you let go you invited him inside. He kissed your cheek as he gave you the flowers that you got into your vase. Brian set the bag on your coffee table and followed you into the kitchen.

“Smells good in here,” he said as he leaned on the counter next to you.

“Thank God, I cooked,” you replied with a smile. You then set the flowers in the now filled vase.

His brows raised, “What did you make, love?”

“Cheese ravioli and garlic bread. I know it’s not super fancy but-” you said but he cut you off with a peck to your lips.

“It’s perfect,” he whispered against your lips. You smiled and then remembered the bear in the bag in your room.

“I gotta get you your present,” you told him. Before he could say anything, you were already off grabbing the bag.

“Babe, can it wait til after we eat?” He asked, “I’m hungry and would love to eat.”

You smiled, “Yeah, it can. I’m just really excited.”

“I can tell,” he replied.

You went and set the bag in the living room before going back into the kitchen. You set up two dishes with food and brought it over to the dining table. You two ate and talked about the recent shows Queen performed and school. Brian said that if Queen takes off he might have to take a break from school. You reassured that it would be okay and either way, you’re proud of him. Once you two finished dinner, it was finally time for you to give Brian his gift. You grinned as he helped you clean up before heading to the living room. You sat next to him on the couch. You two held the gifts for each other before trading. You slowly opened yours, you wanted to see Brian’s reaction. A huge smile crossed his lips when he saw the bear.

“Do you like it?” You asked right away, still having yet to see his gift to you. He looked up at you and nodded.

“I love it,” he responded. He leaned over and kissed you. Then he pulled away noticing you still had yet to fully open your gift, “Babe, are you gonna-?”

“Oh, yeah!,” You smiled. You went back to pulling out the tissue paper. You found a medium sized box and opened it. Inside the blue velvet box was a silver necklace with an electric guitar on the chain. Your hand flew over heart, “Bri...I love it.”

“Do you want me to help you put it on?” He asked. You nodded and handed him the necklace. You then turned around so he could the necklace on. Once he clasped it you hand held the little guitar and turned back to face him. He smiled, “Looks good on you.”

“Thanks, my boyfriend got it,” you responded before leaning over to kiss him.

The kiss then deepened as you kept your hand on his cheek. You pushed the bags in your way to the ground and moved to straddle him. His hands instinctively went to your waist, just above your hips. You rolled your hips against him as you kissed down his jaw to his neck. Your touch was like fire on his skin. He needed more of you. You then kissed and sucked on his pulse point, earning you a groan from the back of his throat. He then pulled you in for another kiss by cupping your face for a hot second. His hand traveled down your neck and down to your breast. He massaged your breast through your sweater and bra, eliciting a moan from you.

You pulled away from the kiss and took off your sweater. You then tugged at the hem of his shirt and he gladly took it off. Then, he wrapped his arms around you to take off your bra. Once your bra was off, his lips attached to one of your nipples while his hand massaged the other. Your hands went to his mess of curls. That’s when he stopped and latched onto your lips again. He then moved you two so that he was on top of you on the couch. He then stopped kissing you and undid your jeans. He slid them and your panties down you almost painfully slow. Your hands went to undo his pants but he batted you hands away before he kissed you again. He kissed his way down your jaw, then the valley of your breasts, then down your stomach and to where you soaking for him. He kissed your thighs then your core. He licked thin stripe up your folds before sucking on you clit. He felt like fire against your skin and you couldn’t help the throaty moan that escaped your mouth.

He then started to dart his tongue in and out of you as his nose kept rubbing against your clit. Your hand flew to his curls again and your other hand massaged your breast. Your pinched and rolled your nipple between your fingers. Your hips bucked against his face and he put a hand on you to hold you down. You could feel the knot in your stomach.

“Bri...babe, ‘m gonna,” you breathed out. He pulled away much to your dismay and you let go of his hair. He pecked your lips before taking off his pants and underwear. You saw how hard he was and licked your lips. He then lined up at your entrance and slid into you. You both let out a moan as he filled you up deliciously. He waited a second for you to get used to him before moving in and out of you at a steady pace. He let out a breathy moan as he was next to your ear. His hands gripped onto your hips as he slowly sped up. You pulled him into a kiss.

“Faster,” you mumbled against his lips. He grunted and picked up the pace. The sound of both of your moans and skin against skin filled your ears. With his pace speeding up, he also went harder and hit you g-spot. That caused you to let out a loud moan. His pace then stuttered. You could tell you were close by the knot in you stomach.

“Babe, I’m gonna- do you want me?”

“Just cum in me, I’m on the pill,” you told him. He groaned and with a few more thrusts was spilling inside you. You can right after, your walls clenching around him. Your chest were heaving as you both came down from  your high. He pulled out of you and you two sat up on the couch.

“That was amazing, love,” Brian said quietly. You nodded. You leaned over and pecked his cheek.

“It was,” you replied, “wanna get cleaned up?”

He nodded and you two went off to shower.

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It was early morning and the sun was just peeking over the horizon. Brian had spent the night at your place. You were laying with your head on his chest, your fingers drawing patterns on him. You were gazing at him. He was so beautiful when he slept. So peaceful. You leaned up and pecked his cheek. His eyes fluttered open at the touch. He smiled when he saw you. You smiled back.

“Morning, love,” he whispered.

“Morning,” you whispered back. Your hand had found its way to rest on his cheek. You felt so much love for him. You leaned up again and kissed him. Then mumbled against his lips, “I love you.”

He smiled into the kiss, “I love you, too.”

It was the first time you two had said the three magic words to each other. It felt magical. You were giddy with happiness and kissed him deeply. You two remained in each other’s arms the rest of the morning.

#meetmeatthedreamersball fic #Here I Stand fic #brian may x reader #brian sin #brian may smut #gwil!brian may x reader

[yelenasdog]

hurricane (brian may x fem reader)

request by the wonderful @speciallyred w prompts 45 and 58 from this prompt list! i was super nervous to write this bc i love her writing but i hope u enjoy!!

genre: per request of anna, angsty! but it ends w some fluff to mend ur broken heart hehe

summary: he’s never home, and neither is she. he can’t communicate, and she just wants to be loved.

words: 1.5k this was supposed to b a drabble OOPS

warnings: crying, sadness, mentions of marriage+kids, mentions and accusations of cheating, i think that’s it but as always, lmk if i missed any!

a/n: ok so a. y/n wasn’t used so if u wanted this do bri x some other female or oc that would work, and b. i also didn’t use anything that would keep this from being able to be read as a gwil!bri fic :) mwah (also i just realized this but this could totally be a song fic for i want love by elton john ok bye luv u)

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It was deathly silent in the spacious former home of Brian and his beloved, that had now been reduced to only a house. The ticking of the grandfather clock he had insisted that they had to have when they moved in could be heard ringing out and echoing, pestering the girl to no end.

It was always quiet in their house, even when they fought. There was never a rushed bustle of children you had to get out the door to school, and not even a cat or dog to create a disruptive chaos as they ran about, muddy paws leaving marks on the floor.

There would be the occasional record playing lowly, the notes floating about the house, and sometimes if she couldn’t sleep, she would have Bri play her a soft tune on his old acoustic, his voice having no issue bringing her to rest.

But even now, during one of the most heart wrenching fights that the pair had gone through, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop on the hardwood flooring.

As Brian was a soft and gentle man, never yelling or raising his voice in the slightest. He wasn’t mean or cruel, in fact, his entire aura calmed her to no end, which is why she supposed she hated this so much.

She scanned with careful eyes over his silhouette, watching as stray curls rustled from the draft coming in from the open window, goosebumps raising on both of their exposed arms.

“What are you looking at?”

“Just you, Bri.”

He rolled his eyes from where he sat on the white sofa, moving his fist under his chin. A scoff fell from his rosy lips as he turned his head to look out the window, not actually paying any mind to the green hills, a light frost covering the entire landscape.

“So are you just going to ignore me?”

“I’m not ignoring you.”

A salty tear rolled down her face, the incoming breeze hitting her dampened face. She inhaled sharply, her chilled skin becoming slimy and cold to the touch.

Brian wouldn’t know that, though, he hadn’t touched her in days. Weeks, even.

She had wanted to say that his words were malicious, with venom dripping from his tone, like some sort of acid was coating his vocal cords.

But they weren’t. His voice never raised a damn octave, staying completely neutral. And it was driving her mad.

“Then what is this, Brian?”

“I’m collecting my thoughts.”

She laughed, the sound lacking its usual melodic intonation that the guitarist adored so much. He was the reasoning behind the dry chuckle, that much he knew, and he hated it. God, how he despised it. But, he would never let it show. How could he, when he was the initiator of the (extremely childish, now that he thought over it) conflict to begin with? He knew his accusation was emptier than the large building they resided in, and he knew that the results would be horrendous.

But jealousy was an ugly green parasite that had rooted itself in Brian May’s heart, slowly consuming him from the inside out. It was like a devil that rested on his left shoulder, insisting that she was unfaithful, taking advantage of his extended leaves. He foolishly acted on the devil’s words, which led to where they were now.

“Well, how long do you need to ‘collect your thoughts’?” She folded her leg under her opposite thigh, leaning towards him, the distance of only a few feet feeling like worlds away to her broken heart. She would always be drawn to him like some sort of magnet, no matter how badly he hurt her.

“I’m not sure, would you like me to do so elsewhere?”

A beat passed.

“Why, so you can go shag someone else, just like I apparently have been?”

Again, silence.

“You were gone for 3 hours every night on every Tuesday the past month-“

“You kept track? You’re out of your damn mind.” She raised her voice, sitting up, suddenly enraged with his obsessive distrust rather than saddened.

“That’s not important-“

“What’s important is that you’re gone on tour for 10 times as long as that, leaving me here completely alone to my own devices! I trust you enough to believe that you remain mine while you’re away, but for some unknown reason, you can’t manage to think the same about me.”

His flippancy on the issue at hand agitated her (or his lack thereof in general, she supposed) to no end. She wanted him to scream and cry, to throw something, to loudly shout, to shed fury fueled tears as she had. She knew it was wrong, but quite frankly she didn’t care.

He tried to speak up for himself, stuttering out something about how he did in fact trust her, but all to no avail. She would have none of it, not now.

“What’s important, Brian, is that every Tuesday, I’m staying 3 hours after work to try to make it so that I don’t have to rely on you for money, because I don’t want you to think even for a moment I’m with you just because you’re some incredibly famous rockstar who happens to be loaded!”

She was standing now, although she couldn't quite remember bringing her body from the comforts of the soft chair by the mantle to her feet. The roaring fire beside her had died down into a flurry of golden embers, heat still radiating from the pile of charred logs, Brian failing to provide even a fraction of the same warmth.

“Because I love you, and as of late, I’m starting to wonder if you love me too.”

He stood, walking over to where she was in a timely manner, his long legs carrying him quickly. Her breath hitched at their sudden proximity, her surprise only growing when he gripped his hands on either side of her face, pulling her forward and capturing her lips in a long awaited union.

She loathed that her stiff figure was melting into him faster than she would like to admit, and she even more, she loathed the fact she knew she always would.

He was able to taste her tears that hadn’t ceased to roll down her face, the bitter droplets seeping onto the tip of his tongue. He pulled away, his right hand caressing her cheekbone while his forehead rested upon hers. His bottom lip quivered, a wave of emotions hitting him like a hurricane in full force.

His eyes become glassy, and all at once, tears flood his eyesight, pouring down his flushed features. He looked down, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. The bawling didn’t stop as he had hoped, though, it just slowed, the liquid dropping onto her shirt.

“I love you, I love you so much that it hurts. And ’m sorry, I’m so incredibly sorry, darling.”

She smiled softly, lightly massaging the top of his scalp, his locks growing frizzy.

“I know. But it’s just so hard- It seems everyone is getting married, and settling down. Hell, even Fred has his cats.”

They both laughed, and she chewed her bottom lip, a habit of hers that Bri had picked up on in the time he’d known her.

“I just get lonely, Bri, and it feels like you never let me know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. That’s all, honest to God.”

They moved to sit down, and he pulled closer than they had been in ages.

“I’ll support you in any way shape or form, no matter what, yeah?”

She simply nodded, leaning onto his shoulder.

“Yeah. I know.”

Raising his eyebrows, he cocked his head, choosing his next words carefully.

“And if you’re serious about, y’know, having a family and ‘settling down’ and everything, I’ll do it.”

She met his eyes, her smile growing wider.

“Really?”

He hummed, nodding his head. “I love you, and this house is far too quiet.”

She giggled, tossing her arms around his neck and throwing herself on him.

“I must say I agree.”

After the grins had retreated into soft smiles, and the two had come to a much more stolid point, she sat up, patting her lap.

Brian understood immediately, laying his tired head down and allowing her to play with his hair. She moved her hands to oh so lightly trace the crook of his nose and the bags under his eyes (from the late nights he spent performing, wishing he was in the exact position he was in now), the ticklish feeling making him nuzzle into her hand with a whine.

She couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful boy beneath her, as even with all the work that there was to be done between them, she felt confident that he was in it for the long haul.

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me @ u for reading that

ty for reading, like and rb if u wanna :) go drink some water and eat some protein if u can!

as always, xx hj <3

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[borhap-au]

Gwil x bookstore employee.

You recognized Gwilym from one or two of your classes, you had the same major in college. He usually sat behind you, and you of course didn’t know it, but he was much more interested in what you were doing than what the professor was saying. He tried to talk to you a few times, sometimes even got the courage to do it, but he couldn’t come up with a good enough topic, so he usually asked about school projects and homework, therefore obviously the conversations ended pretty soon.

You wanted to talk to him as well, but you didn’t want to make the conversation awkward or force it to make it longer. Plus he usually only asked about college stuff, so naturally you thought he’s not interested in you, just asking for some crucial information to pass the class.

The situation slightly changed when you started to work in a bookstore nearby.

The first time Gwilym came there, he honestly didn’t know you would be there, let alone work there. He just wanted some books to read on a spring break. When he saw you in the shirt with the bookstore’s logo and understood you worked there, he thought about a plan to be able to talk to you more and get to know you closer. He didn’t come up to you yet that day, hiding behind the shelves of books, and it looked a little bit as if you were playing hide and seek. However, the next time he promised himself to be more courageous and prepared for the meeting.

He came up to you one day, with a smile on his face, and you immediately smiled back.

“Gwil, hi! Didn’t think I’ll meet you here,” you welcomed him and put the books you had in your hands aside, as he caught you while you were sorting them.

“Oh, you definitely will meet me here a lot. I love reading,” you smiled wider hearing that. What a nice change, to meet a guy who likes reading. All of your male friends were too busy playing videogames all day.

“So, did you get something? Or want me to recommend you a good read?” you raised your brow looking at him. He immediately nodded at your proposition, as he wanted to ask you himself, but didn’t know how to do it.

“Yes, please. I just finished all the series I was reading and need some new ones,” you nodded your head hearing that and looked at him.

“So, what did you read? I could recommend something based on that,” he then proceeded to name several series, some of which you also started reading. You then took a minute to look through the books. “Hmm… You really read everything that was there. But… What about “The Dark Tower” series by Stephen King? You may like it.” He looked at the back of the book to read the summary and then nodded smiling.

“Sounds like fun, I’ll take it,” you took the books he wanted to buy and brought them to the counter.

“We have a discount for extremely nice customers,” you winked to him, making it quite obvious that there was no actual discount, different from the one for employees, which you were planning to give him. You told him the price of the books and he gave you the money, but he didn’t leave immediately after, as you were sure he would.

“When are you finishing?” he asked and you tried to hide both the surprise and the smile. You looked at him.

“In about forty minutes. I just need to finish putting those books in order and then close the bookstore. Why, do you want to talk about books some more?” you smiled at him. Gosh, he was so handsome.

“About books, but not only. I’d like to take you out for coffee or tea, if you wanted to come with me…” you chuckled quietly and that reaction caught him by surprise. “…or not?”

“No, no, I would like to come with you. It’s just that it rhymed, it sounded like a poem,” he smiled as well. “So, do you want to stay with me, or will you come back after I close the shop?”

“I can stay. I can even help you if you want,” you were a little hesitant about it, but finally you agreed.

“But you know, you really don’t have to,” you assured him while he carried a pile of books so you didn’t have to walk for them every single time.

“I know, but I want to,” he smiled and you decided not to dispute the matter with him anymore. Actually, you could really use the help, so it was like heaven listened to your earlier cursing about the weight of the piles of books and big boxes and decided to give you a break.

“Actually, this book should be good for you too,” you said while unpacking another box. “It’s a new one, I started reading it in class, it was quite interesting for me. I’m planning to finish it on the weekend.” Gwilym smiled to hide his embarrassment. Actually, while he was looking for a reason to talk to you, he saw you carrying that book and decided to buy it and read it as well, just so the next time he sees you, he can say ‘oh, you’re reading that?! What a great choice, I just finished it last week!’ and hopefully the problem with the topic of the conversation would work itself out after that.

“Oh, I’m also reading that book, I got it from my friend. Once we finish, we can discuss the plot and everything. I mean, if you want to. I just like to share my opinions with others, create new theories or backgrounds for the characters,” he smiled a bit, because he knew it made him sound like a total dork and a geek.

“Actually, I’d love that,” you smiled. “I already have a few theories and I will like to share them once we finish the book,” oh, he was relieved.

Gwilym found it both ironic and annoying how trying to get to know a girl you like when you’re shy resembled being a total creep and stalking someone. He did not go as far as to check your Facebook profile back to the day you’ve created it, he didn’t even try to check if you have an Instagram account. However, whenever he had a chance he admired your beauty from a distance, like a teenager with a crush, and tried to pick some small details he could hang on the next time he’s trying to start a conversation. He hated his shyness, but you actually found it quite cute. Despite the fact you cursed your own shyness whenever you wanted to talk to him more, but couldn’t, because you were overthinking every single word and once you decided to speak, the moment passed, and it was too late.

Soon, when Gwilym figured out the pattern you had for sorting books, he didn’t just carry them for you, but he also started helping out with putting them in place as well. It was especially useful when you had to go to help the clients and he was left alone with the boxes. You honestly thought you will have to stay overtime to do it, but with his help, you finished right on time.

“Give me a second, I will just change and take my things and we can go. Promise it won’t be long,” you smiled apologetically, but he didn’t have a problem with that.

“I’ll just wait here, reading,” you chuckled quietly.

“Well, I promise I won’t be so long that you’ll finish the whole bookstore.” After that you went to change and it took you just a couple of minutes to be ready, but of course you made sure your make-up and hair were on point. You were also thanking yourself for choosing one of your favorite shirts for today, the one that nicely highlighted your assets – your cleavage and collarbones.

When you came back to Gwil, he smiled involuntary on the sight he had before his eyes.

“You look great,” he smiled as he opened the door for you. You blushed immediately.

“Thanks,” you muttered quietly. Once you closed the bookstore, you headed in the direction he decided on. You felt awkward with yourself, being inexperienced in the whole dating world, but with Gwilym you somehow felt more relaxed, because of his friendly personality and his everlasting smile. When you went to the cafe, he insisted on paying for you, and you finally gave up, promising the next time you’ll pay. You both took hot chocolate, as you decided it was the best drink for talking about books.

“Do you come here often?” you asked, looking around, while you sat at your table. You both immediately chose the one in the corner, away from people, without consulting one another beforehand about the options.

“Yeah, actually, I come here on the breaks sometimes. I like the atmosphere here,” he explained, while making himself comfortable in the big armchair.

“I can see why. It’s a perfect place for a cozy afternoon with a book. I don’t know why I haven’t been here yet. It’s quite close to my workplace after all…”

Somehow the conversation didn’t feel awkward between you two. You proceeded to discuss various books, characters, theories and fandoms and it was as if you met here every Friday for a few months. And it soon became that. He often came to pick you up from work, you always told him when you found some nice new book to read. You also watched the same TV series, so the conversation topics soon expanded, and it felt more natural and easy with every single time.

One time, after a few weeks of your meetings, Gwilym surprised you at work, without earlier giving you any hints that he may be coming. He didn’t let you know simply because he didn’t know himself if he will get the courage to come that evening. You were surprised, but in a nice way, and you welcomed him with a hug.

“I’m finishing in a few minutes, so we can go somewhere. Maybe to the cinema, for the new superhero movie and then for a dinner, how about it?” you had to say it all at once because you knew that if you hesitated, you wouldn’t say it. It was the very first time you were to meet outside college, your workplace or that cafe. You were too shy and insecure to assume he liked you the same way you liked him, but you prayed for it. That’s why you decided to invite him on a proper date, rather than just for a two-people book club meeting.

He nodded, but was sort of in a different place mentally, so you naturally took it as a “no” in a sense that he did not like you back. However, he then gave you a notebook. It was a black notebook with no design on it, so you looked at him a bit surprised. Then you decided to just open it. While it opened on the first page, you saw a question written on it, in Gwilym’s neat handwriting.

“Will you be Mary Jane to my Spiderman?” was the sentence on the page, with some doodles of spider webs and the Spiderman himself, with his heart pumping out of his chest. You looked at it with disbelief and then at him. After a few seconds you nodded and hugged him tightly.

“Yes! Yes, of course I will,” you smiled widely and he hugged you back, quietly sighing with relief. He kissed your cheek.

“I’m sorry for being so cheesy. I was just too scared to say it out loud,” he muttered embarrassed, actually blushing, which makes him look even cuter.

“I find it very sweet. It’s going to be our notebook, for our memories. And book reviews!” you joked and he smiled hugging you and taking you off the ground, spinning you around, as you squeaked quietly, scared to kick some books off the shelves in the process.

He leaned down to put you back on the ground and you looked at each other. You both intuitively moved a little closer to each other and you ended up kissing. What a beautiful view that was, like right from one of the books you read. Outside there was raining, that’s why Gwilym came in a little wet, and now you were kissing right next to the glass door of the bookstore. It made you look as if you were on a cover of a book. And it truly was a beautiful love story.

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[brian-roger-deaky-and-fred]

I’ve got a Brian blurb idea! His girlfriend being quite shy with their affection in front of the band so they usually just keep it to little pecks and cuddles in front of them, but one night when her and Brian are alone she’s on his lap making out with him and kissing his neck but the boys end up interrupting and tease them both and Brian thinks it’s cute how embarrassed she gets :) please! I saw you want more Brian requests :)

Warning: Handsy make out session, one or two sex jokes/references.

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The boys had finally made their way out of the studio for the night, leaving you and Brian to pack up the special. He was tired. You could see it in his eyes as he plopped down on the couch, patting his thighs lightly as if to say, "Come sit."

You smiled to yourself. You'd always been shy about PDA, your face going pink at the slightest peck on the cheek or lingering hug. Brian respected this completely, but couldn't help but want to hold you closer to him the moment you were alone again.

Slowly, you wandered over to the couch, straddling his legs to sit in his lap. You nuzzled your face into his neck, letting him run his hands up and down your thighs.

"Tired?" You mumbled, smiling.

Brian groaned, letting his forehead fall to your shoulder. "Exhausted." He was quiet for a moment, enjoying the smell of your shampoo. "Missed you."

You felt him leaving little kisses against your neck. Smirking to yourself, you pulled back, nudging your nose against his. "Missed you too."

He grinned, kissing you sweetly.

You let your hands wander into Brian's curls, tugging them gently. He groaned, rocking you against his hips, pulling a little gasp from you as he gripped at your thighs. His head tipped back with pleasure as you moved to bite and suck along his thoat. He moaned at the feeling, bringing a smirk to your face as you dragged your tongue across his skin. He had just let his hand slip under your shirt, kneading at your breast, when the studio door flew open. Neither of you noticed for a moment, and you continued your assault on the sensitive skin of his neck until Freddie waltzed into the room.

You jumped, eyes wide upon the realization that the boys had just seen you sucking Brian's throat...grinding against him with his hand up your shirt. Your face went beet red, and you immediately buried it in Brian's chest as Roger gave a cat call. Brian chuckled, rubbing your back soothingly.

The boys wooped and giggled, bounding into the studio as you hid your face against Brian, mortified. It was as if you were a turtle, curling up and hiding away the moment you were startled.

Freddie laughed heartily, "Not so shy behind closed doors is she Brian?"

You groaned, ears going even hotter as Brian held you close.

Roger grinned, "I'm just glad you didn't have your mouth somewhere else, love. Don't know if I'd ever be able to unsee it if Brian had out his-"

John shoved Roger's arm, "That's rich coming from you." He teased. "Like we haven't seen far more of you than we ever cared to see."

Brian mumbled to you sweetly as the boys laughed, an amused grin on his face.

"You alright?"

You nodded, refusing to move your face.

Freddie smiled, grabbing some papers off the sound board, "Well I, for one, am proud of you darling. Seems like you were doing a bloody good job. Brian seemed very pleased."

The singer winked and Brian rolled his eyes, hand still stroking up and down your spine, soothingly. "It's alright, sweetheart..." He coaxed gently. You shook your head, content to stay buried against Brian's chest forever if it meant the boys would never see your red face.

"Quite sorry we bothered you, darling. Just forgot my notes.  Please, don't mind us."

Roger snorted, grinning wickedly. "Yeah, by all means, carry on!"

Freddie broke out in laughter again as Brian kissed your forehead, a smile on his face as he tucked some hair behind your ear.

"Alright, alright." John chuckled, noticing how mortified you were in Brian's lap. "Let's leave them to it, then."

Freddie gave a sweet wave as the band made their way out of the room, calling out to Brian one last time before he closed the studio door. "Use protection!"

Brian chuckled as the room went quiet again, giving your hip a squeeze. "They're gone. You can come out, little turtle. You're safe."

You glanced up at Brian, brows raised. He giggled, pressing a little kiss to your flushed, pink nose.

"There she is." He cooed, smiling warmly.

You scrunched your nose, "I'm never going to be able to face them. I'll never show my face in this studio ever again."

Brian laughed, pecking your lips. "I don't know about that." He mumbled, not bothering to move his lips from yours. "I'd miss you far too much."

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[youcanbemyhoneychile]

Small town living with Gwilly

My lovey @queensdivas​ wrote a cute fic based on this moodboard here!

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee x yn #gwilym lee au! #au! gwilym lee #gwil #fat bottomed queue #joe mazzello #queen #john deacon #brian may #roger taylor #bohemian rhapsody #ben hardy #rami malek #bohemian rhapsody moodboard #borhap #borhap moodboard #myedit #filmsluttedit

[briansclogss]

Happy Father’s Day!

Ft. Queen and their children

#freddie mercury #john deacon #roger taylor #brian may #queen #queen band #borhap #brian may x reader #queen band imagine #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #brian may imagine #brian may x you #roger taylor x you #john deacon imagine #john deacon x reader #joe!john x reader #ben!roger x reader #ben hardy! roger taylor #gwil!brian

[floralfloyd]

Itsametaphorgwil’s Masterlist

Credits to @mrhoemazzello​ for the beautiful header. 

Started: 8th April 2020

Last Updated: 23rd February 2021 - 00:27 am GMT

Number of Works: 15

Jamestown

Series

Samuel Castell - A Field of Flowers

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Gwilym Lee x Reader

Since I’ve Been Lovin’ You (Bo Rhap writing event)

Queen

Imagines

Confidence - Brian May x Reader

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[nonstoplover]

worse ~ Gwilym Lee (song drabble)

my masterlist │ my song drabbles

song used as inspiration: new hope club ~ worse

words: 1.4K

approximate reading time: about 10 mins

a/n: a little more angsty one finally, something that's not so cheesy, not a cliché, because life's just like this. sometimes it's hard, sad and disappointing. it was weird to write something like this after the multiple happy, love-filled ones, but i kinda like how this turned out. i hope you do too!! feel free to leave feedback and request anything!

(y/n) swiftly ducked her head, cursing under her breath as she saw her ex walk in through the restaurant door after a blonde woman. Glancing out next to her friend, Jack's body she watched them walk to their table, Gwilym pulling out the chair for her (the way he did with her only a month earlier) before they giggled at each other.

She couldn't take it anymore and turned back to her companion. He was staring at her with worry in his eyes and out of nowhere an idea popped in (y/n)'s head. Just as Jack opened his mouth to ask her about the sudden change of behaviour, she hastily spoke up, voice only a little bit above a whisper.

"I need you to fake date me."

"Fake... you need me to do what ?" Jack's eyes widened in confusion. "Why?"

He was just about to turn around to see what the girl saw behind his back but her hands grabbed his shoulder to keep him still.

"Look, my ex just entered with a woman and I want him to think that I found someone else too, that when I broke up with him, I was truly over him just like I said so," the girl explained swiftly.

"But you're clearly not over him."

"I am, but that's not the point. It's that he sees that I'm with someone."

"I don't think it's a great idea."

"Did I ask for your opinion?" (y/n) snarled at him. "I just need you to do this one thing for me. Besides, I think it's gonna work. I like this plan."

Jack kept staring at her with searchful eyes, unsure of what to do.

"You're questioning my methods."

"I'm not questioning it, I'm saying it's stupid," he retorted, earning a glare back from the girl. "Okay, okay, let's do it. But you owe me one."

(y/n) let out a breath and nodded, a thankful look in her eyes.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just hold my hand over the table, I'll take care of the rest," she explained her plan. "Maybe change your body language a bit, you know, as if there was real chemistry between us or something.

The minutes passed quickly, eventually turning into hours as they continued their little act. (y/n) glanced at the other table from time to time, curious if Gwilym would come say hi and examining the blonde woman as well as the behaviour of the two towards the other. She was careful to turn her glance back towards Jack whenever her ex's eyes turned her way, which as time passed occured more and more often, she could feel his burning stare on her skin.

Gwilym on the other hand was miserable. The girl that broke up with him a month before, the girl he still had feelings for, the girl he still thought about every waking moment of his life just had to come to the very restaurant Jessica, his high school classmate and great friend who he hadn't seen in years had chosen for them to go to. And now she sitting there facing some other guy Gwilym had never seen before, occasionally giggling at each other, holding each other's hand, pressing loving kisses on his cheek every once in a while.

He felt pain sting in his chest as the proof that she had truly got over him was right in front of his eyes. This past month, he had tried to convince himself that even though it was the girl who ended their relationship, she might still had feelings for him.

It was the most grievous thing to ever feel not seeing her face for so long, not waking up to find her peaceful, sleeping figure next to him, but as he watched her be with someone else, he realised that this was much, much worse. It was the worst thing he had ever felt, a complex and terrible mixture of feelings. His body and every inch of his skin felt like it was on fire, his mind and heart was frozen and emotionless.

He'd rather not see her ever again if it meant that he didn't have to see her with other men. All he knew was that he never wanted to experience this feeling again. Being beaten up until all his bones were broken and he was bleeding from several spots sounded better than this.

From the corner of his eyes he saw her stand up and walk towards the bathrooms and he swiftly muttered an apology to Jessica before following (y/n) to the back of the building.

"(y/n)!" Gwilym called out, his voice echoing in the empty corridor just before the young woman could enter the ladies' toilet. She spun around immediately, looking at him with a pokerface, waiting for him to reach her.

"Why are you here?" The mentioned girl asked when he paused a few feet from her.

"I just wanted to talk," he replied, slightly taken aback by the harsh tone.

"Alright, then let's talk," (y/n) nodded, eyes still cold as ice. His heart felt like breaking again as he watched her watch him with such an expression. "Anything specific you wanted to talk about?"

"I-I don't know. How are you?"

"Wonderful, thank you. And I can see that you're doing great as well."

His eyes followed hers as she looked towards the end of the corridor they came from, and suddenly he realised that she probably meant Jessica. Was she jealous?

"Now, this was the huge, important thing you followed me because, or is there something else?" Her bored voice broke the momentarily silence and woke him from his train of thoughts.

"Why are you being so mean to me? Did I do something?" Gwilym felt anger bubbling in his chest. She had no right to behave like this. "You were the one breaking up with me."

"Yeah and I had a reason."

"Look, I never meant to hurt you."

"Didn't succeed," (y/n) muttered, eyes moving to the side, examining the tapestry.

"Can we meet up sometime and talk it through?" He tried hard to hide the hopeful tone in his voice.

"Depends on what you the end result of it to be," she tilted her head to the side.

"I just want to talk. I think we both deserve and need to hear the other's perspective."

"I don't know, Gwil. We hurt each other enough, don't you think? Maybe we'd only do the same this time as well, and I don't want that. I don't wanna be that hurt again and I don't want to hurt you again."

Gwilym watched as she gesticulated in a quite chaotic way, it was obvious that she was abashed as her eyes frantically moved around the small corridor they stood in. He let out a sigh, knowing that she was right.

The way they ended was nowhere close to being painless, it included a lot of screaming and shouting, calling the other names that they didn't even mean but nevertheless came out in their clouded, angry state. They did hurt each other deeply, and it was a long time coming, nothing they could've avoided.

Their ship was meant to be sunk and trying to build another would be pointless, the tides were too enormous for even the strongest, most professionally built boat.

"Alright," he announced a couple seconds later.

(y/n) was a bit taken aback for a moment, not expecting him to give up this easily. But she swiftly pulled herself together, he couldn't see her uncertainty. She wasn't over him and missed all the amazing days she spent with him, but giving in wasn't a choice.

He hurt her, she probably hurt him just as much. They just weren't fitting.

"Alright," she echoed.

Gwilym nodded, eyes taking the figure of her in once more before turning around and slowly making his way back to his table (and Jessica). Inside his head he was already thinking about a new plan, a plan that would eventually lead (y/n) and him to living in two faraway cities or even continents so they could avoid meeting and he didn't have to watch as she was going out with a new boyfriend. A plan that included him moving away in order to eventually be able to get over her.

(y/n) watched him disappear behind the corner before turning around and entering the bathroom, only one thought in her mind that she could sense with all her being.

It was the last time she saw the man.

.::the end::.

my masterlist

#gwilym lee #song drabble #angst #gwilym lee imagine #gwilym lee fanfiction #gwilym lee x reader #x reader #imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #bohemian rhapsody #brian may #gwil #top end wedding #nonstoplover #masterlist #worse #new hope club

[theimpossiblehologramtree]

Hi there, may I request a snow day with the Queen members? It can be snowball fight or sledding or making snow angels whatever you can think of. I love your writing! :D Thank you for taking the time to read this and hope you are well!

Snow day with Queen members would include...

Pairing: Queen members x reader

Word count: (altogether) 1700+

Warnings: well, some injuries (nothing actually happens), didn’t proofread, and of course the favourite - swearing - also known as cussing :)

A/N: Thanks so much for requesting, love. I would add a keep reading option, but tumblr is being a bitch and it doesn’t work, I hope @staff​ fixes it soon. Also I totally ditched school to write this, don’t be like me kids and study!

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.

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REQUEST IF YOU WANT MORE

Gifs aren’t mine. Credits to the owners.

Brian May

Warm rays of morning sunshine beaming through the curtains woke you up. You stretched your arms, covering your mouth as you yawned. Your boyfriend, Brian, was still sleeping next to you, his arm wrapped around your torso in a protective manner. You smiled at the sight before kissing him lovingly on the cheek and getting out of bed. You looked out of the window and, much to your surprise, saw that your backyard was covered in snow. Your mouth flew agape, as you didn't realize that it was snowing at night.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, making you jump up.

+"Shh, lovie, it's me" Brian whispered into your hair, nuzzling into your neck.

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes in bliss, savouring the moment.

+"Bri?"

"Mhmm" he hummed in response.

"How about we spend some time outside today, honey?"

"Sounds amazing, love, let's do that."

You got out of your shared house and headed for a walk. You started talking about his latest ideas for songs (you were proud to say that most of them were about you) and your job. You didn't even notice when you got to the park.

Walking among trees and bushes covered with trees, you spotted a nice pile of snow that looked like a cloud. You already knew what you wanted to do, and you just couldn't resist yourself. Pretending you just wanted to tie your shoelace, you crept behind Brian and took some snow in your hands, forming a small ball. Smiling mischievously, you jogged behind him and hit him in the head with full force. The snow covered his dark curls and quickly started to melt, making his hair damp. You laughed at Brian's shocked expression, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape.

+"Close your mouth, Bri, or you will catch flies."

"Oh, love, you better start running," he said, already making a snowball.

You turned around and started running away. Suddenly, a big wet pile of snow hit you on the back of your neck, melting as it made contact with your warm skin. You squealed and immediately returned the "favour" to your boyfriend.

The snowball fight ended when you found yourself laying in the snow, your clothes completely soaked. You decided to call it a day and returned back home.

Brian made you both tea while you changed into some fresh clothes. Not feeling very great, you grabbed Brian's sweatshirt along with some warm leggings and went back to the kitchen, shivering from the cold.

+"Oh, love, did you get sick?" your boyfriend asked, putting his arm around you and leading you to the couch.

"Yeah, I think so, Bri. But don't flatter yourself, I totally won that battle" you replied, snuggling into his chest.

"Whatever you say, (Y/N)."

Roger Taylor

You were woken up by your boyfriend Roger, who was tapping you on the shoulder in excitement. You had barely even opened your eyes, when he pulled the covers off you, uncovering your naked body.

+"Come on, (Y/N), wake up!" he yelled into your ear, kissing your bare shoulder.

"What the fuck, Roger?!" you snatched the covers from his hand, turning your back to him.

He just couldn't contain the emotions. He was jumping up and down, screaming like a seven-year-old child at the sight of white, fluffy snow, that covered the whole street.

+"Love, it snowed!" he tugged your hand. "Let's go sledging, don't leave me hanging."

He pouted, looking at you with his big blue eyes, knowing that you won't be able to resist him. You sighed deeply and shook your head in disbelief.

+"Oh, all right" you agreed, stretching before you got up.

Roger squealed like a little girl and ran to prepare for the day.

After you ate your breakfast you made Roger eat his breakfast ("Love, I'm just saying, if we don't eat it, we'll save time!"), the two of you set off to a nearby park. When you got there, you were greeted by lots of little kids, dressed in colourful jackets with different sledges. Roger's eyes lit up with joy when he saw the small hill covered in snow, ready for him. You chuckled under your breath, admiring your dumbass boyfriend from afar.

+"(Y/N) this is wonderful!" he shouted, already starting to climb up.

Ignoring the curious looks from others, you followed him to the top. As soon as you reached him, Roger motioned you to sit in front of him on the sledge. You hesitated for a moment, knowing that this wasn't such a good idea.

+"Oh come on, sweetheart, I'm gonna catch you if something bad happens."

You sighed deeply (yet again today) and situated yourself in front of him. You smiled at the sensation of his arms bringing you closer to him by your waist. However, the moment didn't last long, because Roger was so eager to go down, he pushed the sledge down without a warning, cheering loudly into your ear. The ride was quick and, before you knew it, you have slipped on a frozen puddle, making the two of you fall off and tumble down the hill.

+"Woohoo, that was brilliant, (Y/N)!" Roger yelled into your ear.

You, however, didn't feel so great. When you were tumbling down, you hit your head on the frozen ground. You felt dizzy, the entire world spinning around you. Not being able to bring yourself to say anything, you let out a quick "Mhmm".

Roger immediately spotted that something was off with you and kneeled next to you, looking into your eyes.

+"Shit, I'm so so sorry, my love" he quickly examined your head. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you go with me, shit, sweetheart."

"It's okay, Rog, really. I'll be fine" you reassured him, smiling softly. "Gonna sit here for a while, okay? You have fun, love" you said, not wanting him to miss out on the fun.

After a couple of minutes of arguing (Roger didn't want to leave you alone), you convinced him to go for another ride.

When you finally got home, after hours and hours of your boyfriend constantly apologizing, he made you hot chocolate and cuddled with you on the sofa, listening to your favourite songs. At the end of the day, a day out was really worth it.

And the next day it turned out you had a concussion.

John Deacon

Sleeping in on weekends was by far your favourite thing to do. You nuzzled your face into John's chest, trying to gather as much warmth radiating from him as you could. He only chuckled in response, bringing you closer to him.

+"We should get up, my love, it's already two o'clock" he mumbled into your hair.

"Yeah, yeah, just five more minutes," you replied.

But John already had a plan on how to get you out of bed. It was no secret you loved winter and snowy days.

+"Alright, but you might change your mind when you find out that it has snowed at night" he whispered, waiting for your reaction.

That was all it took for you to jump out of bed excitedly and run to the window to see for yourself. You squealed and immediately hurried to the bathroom to get ready. John only laughed and shook his head in disbelief.

You went for a walk to your favourite park, holding his hand the entire way. Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed that John kept his loving gaze on you, making you blush, and your heart skip a beat. You hoped that he would take the scarlet tint on your cheeks as a result of the cold temperature.

When you found a patch of grass completely covered in white snow, you turned to John and wiggled your eyebrows, making him laugh. You pulled his hand and plopped in the fluffy pile, waving your hands and legs. John followed soon after, both of you making snow angels giggling like a pair of teenagers.

+"I love you, (Y/N)" John breathed out between giggles, looking at your joyful face.

"I love you too, Deaky" you replied and rolled on top of him, kissing him on the lips with full force. 

Freddie Mercury

You were sitting at work, looking out of the window, your face gloomy. You had a good reason to be in a sullen mood because you were stuck doing your dull job, while outside people were running around, playing with the snow that had fallen overnight. You huffed and looked the other way, trying to focus on something else.

Suddenly, the phone on your desk rang. You picked up, expecting another client to call with a complaint, but, to your surprise, you heard a familiar voice.

+"Hello, darling. What are you up to, now? Fancy a walk?" Freddie's enthusiastic voice spoke from the telephone.

"I can't, Freddie, I'm at work," you told him, sighing deeply in regret.

"Oh come on, I'm sure you can get out a few hours earlier" he insisted.

You bit your lip, unsure what to do. You looked outside again, longing to get out, but at the same time, you knew that you could get in serious trouble if you got caught.

+"I don't know, Fred, I shouldn't..."

"Come on, darling, for me," he said softly. "You won't regret it, I promise."

"I'll see what I can do, I'll call you in five minutes, okay?" you promised and put the phone down. Quickly thinking about an excuse to leave early, you headed to your boss' office and told them you had a family emergency.

Not more than ten minutes later, you met Freddie in front of his house. He immediately approached you and kissed your cheeks, pulling you towards the park.

+"Let's make a snowman, Freddie!" you exclaimed loudly, earning a gasp from him.

"Excellent idea, darling!"

You quickly started building big balls of snow and stacking them on order. You picked up some pebbles for eyes and sticks for arms. Meanwhile, Freddie ran back to his house and brought one of his most outrageous hats and coats from the show. You couldn't help but burst out with laughter when he tried to dress the ice sculpture in the colourful clothes.

+"That must be the most fabulous snowman in the whole England, Freddie!" you said, in between giggles.

"World, (Y/N)" he corrected you. "The most fabulous snowman in the whole world."

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[itsgonnabe-brian-may]

Ok so like I said that I was gonna start writing again but like I haven’t, whoops sorry! I’ve lacked motivation and inspiration soo is there anything that anyone wants to read?? Like basics fluff, angst ect ? Let me know

Literally like anything

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[meetmeatthedreamersball]

Here I Stand: Chp 1

A/N: So. I’m always inspired to write Every time I hear Now I’m Here and now I’ve finally sat down and started writing it!! Takes place in 1970. Let me know what you think!! Read Chp 2 here

Rating/Warning(s): None?

Pairing: Brian May x Fem!Reader / Gwilym!Brian May x fem!Reader

Words: 1,305

Summary: You finally get to see your friend, Freddie, and his band perform. 

You were sketching away on your 18 x 24 sketch pad. You were trying to capture the shape of the life model in front of you. You were stuck on the legs. Your brows were furrowed as you erased the leg line and started over again. You bit you lip, trying to keep concentration. Your classmate and friend, Freddie, leaned over and glanced at your work.

“Can always make her a mermaid, dear,” he said with a small laugh. You stopped sketching for a moment and looked at him.

“I think I will,” you replied. You smiled and started to sketch the woman into a mermaid. You were a transfer student from America. You felt like such an outsider until Freddie befriended you. You had complimented his outfit and then you two talked about fashion for the rest of class that day. You two bonded over your mutual feeling of being outsiders.

“Hey,” he turned to fully face you with a grin on his face.

You did the same, “What’s up?”

“I’m performing tonight with my band at the pub. Please come,” he told you.

“Yes! I’ll be there!” You grinned back at him. The professor came over and asked you guys to quiet down. You nodded and went back to sketching. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you thought about the night ahead.

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The night finally rolled around and it was time for the concert. You were very excited to see your friend perform live. He told you that they found a new bassist yet again. He said that he hoped this was the one. Freddie always kept you up to date on his band. You had yet to meet said band. You knew of them because Freddie talked about them, that, and he lived with them. You hadn’t been to one of their concerts before due to school and work. You thanked your lucky stars that you were finally able to see his band perform.

“(Y/N)!” Freddie shouted and grabbed your attention. You spun around grinned at your friend. He leaned into your ear so you could hear him, “We’re going on in in ten, darling.”

“Awesome, I can’t wait!” You replied, also next his ear. You backed away and grinned at each other. Freddie was about to say something else when a tall man with wavy hair came over. You looked over the tall man, he was gorgeous.

“Ready, Freddie?” The tall man asked. You couldn’t help your gaze at him. The way his hair fell against his face was a sight to see. His hair looked soft and, hey, you wanted to card your hands through his hair.

“Yes, I was just telling (Y/N) about our show,” Freddie responded. The tall man’s brows raised and he looked you. He immediately thought that you were beautiful. He waved shyly to you. Freddie looked between the two of you and spoke, “(Y/N), this is Brian, Brian this is (Y/N). She’s my American friend. I’ve told you about her.”

“I hope it was all good things,” you laughed. Brian smiled and Freddie looked at you, feigning his offended face.

“How dare you assume otherwise,” Freddie said putting a hand over his chest. Your eyes never left Brian’s. Freddie kept glancing between you two, “Well, Bri, we are on in less than five,” he looked at you, “(Y/N), see you after the show?”

You blinked and looked at Freddie then spoke, “Yeah, of course.”

“See you then,” Freddie hugged you before he was off.

“It was nice meeting you,” Brian said as he shook your hand. He then jogged off to catch up to Freddie.

You then made your way to the bar by the stage. You ordered a vodka-orange juice and then made sure that Freddie could see you from the stage. You stood close enough to be seen but far enough to not be in the crowd. You didn’t mind the crowds. You sometimes enjoyed the lively atmosphere of bars and clubs. Sometimes. Tonight, you were very excited to be there. Not just because you were finally seeing Freddie and his band perform. You were also excited because you were finally getting out of your apartment. It had been maybe three weeks since you went out and actually did something. Going to the grocery store didn’t count. You took a sip of your drink, enjoying the sweetness of the orange juice mixed with the burn of the vodka. Then, your friend and his band came on stage.

“Hello, all you beautiful people,” Freddie said into the mic and smiled. You grinned. You couldn’t help it, he had a contagious smile.

“Everyone, we have new member,” Brian started, “We have a new bassist, John Deacon. Of course, we have Freddie and Roger and me. This is Keep Yourself Alive.”

The crowd cheered and Brian played the opening riff to the song. You didn’t know the song but you definitely liked it. As they played through their set, you danced along. Soon, the first song was over and you had finished your drink. You went and quickly got another drink, wanting to keep feeling the buzz that was running through your system. Freddie introduced the next song, Liar, and you were back at your spot before he could finish his little intro. Then, the song started. You sipped your drink and started dancing again. Little to your knowledge, Brian had his eyes on you most of the night. He loved how enthusiastically you danced to their music. A smile crossed his face every time he glanced at you. He wanted to get to know you, badly.

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When the show was over, Freddie went to grab you and bring you back stage. Then, you met the band officially. Luckily you were only buzzed and not drunk. You made the best first impression you could.

“You’ve met Brian,” Freddie said, he gestured to the blond next, “this is Roger,” then he gestured to the long haired one, “this is John,” then you, “guys, this is (Y/N). She’s my friend from class.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” John said as you two shook hands.

“Yeah, did you enjoy the show?” Roger asked as he shook your hand too. The five of you were sat on the couches in the dressing room.

“Yeah, it was great!” You replied enthusiastically. Brian smiled at your enthusiasm.

“Glad you liked it,” Brian said. He was sat across from you. You gazed at him, noticing how long his legs were. It was like they went on for days. At least you were sure of that.

“So, what are you studying?” Roger asked as he uncrossed and crossed his legs.

“Graphic art and design,” you replied, “same thing as Freddie.”

“Ah, so you’re an artist too?” Brian asked.

“I mean I guess?” You responded with a laugh.

“So, you’re from America?” John asked the question that you knew was coming.

“Yeah, I’m from the west coast,” you responded. You didn’t mind people asking where you were from. At first it was tiring but now it was just second nature. They nodded as they tried to picture a west coast American town.

The rest of the time you guys talked about school and the band. You got to know them a little better. You kept locking eyes with Brian most of the time and you couldn’t help it. He was so gorgeous. You’d blush and look away. As the night at the venue was winding down, Freddie invited you over to his shared apartment. You politely declined. You definitely wanted to but you were getting really tired and wanted to just curl up in bed and sleep.

As you lie awake in bed, you could only think about Brian. You definitely wanted to see him again.

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[39-things-called-love]

Hey Everyone!!

I know it’s been a while but I do want to come back to this blog! I don’t think I’ll be writing fics but I will be doing headcannons and ships, so send in your requests!!

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