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Shut The Fuck Up

pairing/s: queen & reader

summary: reader has bipolar disorder and gets overwhelmed with all the negative thoughts in their head. queen tries to help but they end up triggering them

warning/s: angst, cursing, hallucinations, aggressive behavior, blood, self-harm and destruction of anything and everything

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You were hanging out with your friends, Queen, at your apartment, laughing along some of the jokes they were telling. You weren't feeling all that well the past week, but you didn't want to bail on spending time with your busy friends. You smiled at Brian as he was explaining to the four of you something about space, listening with cotton in your ears.

John was sat next to you, quietly observing your dazed face and half-hearted replies. He nudged Freddie with his foot, startling the older man who was sitting on an armchair, and pointed towards you with his chin. They both watched you, concerned by how detached you were getting as the seconds go by.

When John and Freddie stopped Brian and Roger from talking, they all saw how you continued to nod your head and reply to a non-existent question. John grasped at your knee, jolting you out of a weird hallucination. You looked at all four of them, confused as to why the conversation had stopped.

"Darling, are you alright?" Freddie asked you, his brown eyes shining in worry. You immediately felt annoyed, rolling your eyes and looking at the filled bookshelf mounted on your wall. "You've been acting weird, is there something wrong?"

"Nothing’s wrong, Fred." You sharply said, your eyes narrowing at the older man in front of you. John's hand on your knee rose up to touch your shoulder, but you recoiled from it, feeling like your personal space had been breached. "Everything's alright, so just go back to talking about your space dust, okay?"

You stood up from your couch, moving to the kitchen with your arms wrapped around your shoulders. You felt bad that you can't help the negative emotions spreading through you like a forest fire. You felt extremely bad that your hands twitched to hurt them all just because of those emotions. But you were new to controlling these thoughts, and as hard as you tried to do your coping mechanisms, you failed to remember how to do them.

A hand grabbed at your arm, pulling you backwards into your kitchen counter. You hissed in pain as your hips collided against the corner harshly. You turned to glare at the man who's holding you, trying your best to pull away.

"What the fuck, mate? Let go of me." You tried to pry the fingers that were gripping on your bicep, failing as it tightened around you. You looked up to see a blurry face, glaring at them as you tried to make out who it was. "It fucking hurts! Let go!"

You see a glint at the corner of your eye and instinctively reached out for it. You used the bottle to smash it against the man's head, missing it by a few inches and falling as the grip finally let go. You would've fell onto the ground if it weren't for another pair of arms catching you as you tumble. Glancing up, you see Roger look at you concerned, pushing away stray hairs from your eyes.

"Oh my god, you're okay, nobody was holding you, alright? You're safe." Roger rambled, cuddling you close to his chest, as if it would help you calm down. Your eyes wandered around the room, seeing Brian and John standing by the couch and Freddie next to you clutching at a glass bottle.

You pulled yourself away from the embrace, walking backwards until your back hit the counter. You see hands reach out for you and you grab at a chair to throw at them. "Don't fucking touch me! Stop fucking touching me!"

You throw more chairs, your coffee machine, a vase of flowers, and glass cups at the hands. You felt something crawl up your body, scratching away at your skin with sharp nails. Voices rung out in your head, obnoxiously loud and arrogant.

"It's okay, love,"

"Just breath, darling,"

"You're a monster, love,"

"Stop it, mate,"

It repeated throughout your brain, growing louder and louder with every sentence. You clasped at your ears, hoping it would block the noise out and crying when it didn't work.

You opened your eyes, not realizing they were closed in the first place, and took in your surroundings. Your flat was a mess; Broken glass scattered all over the floor, chairs were flipped and dented the walls, and red spots had stained the area around you. You looked down to see your hands covered in your blood and your skin harbouring bright red stripes that were bleeding just a bit.

Feeling yourself hyperventilating, you searched for your friends, who were standing nearby with tears in their eyes. John was crying into Brian's shoulders and Freddie was tending on Roger's wounds from your break down. When you saw the big gash on the blond's forehead, you let out a big wail, falling down on your knees, not caring if the glass pricked you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," You said over and over again, feeling awful that you caused your friends pain. You felt long arms wrap around you once more, but this time you leaned into the hug, needing the affection even if it was short lived. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, I'm a monster, You shouldn't have to deal with my bullshit-"

The arms, which you realized were Brain, had carried you into your room, devoid of any mess that you made. He placed you onto your bed gently, leaving John, who was still crying, alone with you. The brunet sat down next to you, fat tears rolling down from his grey eyes and staining his pink cheeks. He ran his fingers through your hair, slowly calming you down and lulling you into a sleep.

Brian, Roger and Freddie entered the room, bringing in some washcloths and a first aid kit to clean you up. Roger laid down beside you, careful of the wound on his head, before joining you in your slumber. John helped the older two in cautiously wiping your cuts, finishing bandaging you up quickly. They all laid down on your bed; Brian behind Roger with an arm over him to reach you; John was on your other side, wary of your injuries and then cuddling as close as possible; Freddie was lounging on a chair in your room, watching over all of you for a while and dozing off after a while.

#queen x reader #queen #queen band

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So, I Have Bipolar

pairing/s: queen x reader, slight john deacon x reader

summary: reader has bipolar disorder and queen doesn't know it yet

warning/s: bipolar disorder, emotional roller coasters

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You were with Brian at the cinema to watch a movie you've been excited to see. You were running all over the place and ranting about what you think might happen in the movie. He was smiling at you fondly as you jump up and down while waiting for your popcorn and drinks.

"How about you, Bri? What do you think might happen?" You ask your tall friend, eager to hear his thoughts. He hums for a moment, grabbing your order and walks with you towards the theatre.

"Well, I hope that there's enough character development so that we can sympathise with the character," Brian says, passing one of the popcorn buckets to you. You nod with a wide smile on your face, already eating some of your butter popcorn.

During the movie, you were super into the film, feeling as if you were actually in it. Brian split his attention between the screen and you, fondly watching your emotions flash on your face.

At the end of the movie, you were bawling your eyes like crazy. You tried to form sentences, but you were stuttering so hard, Brian was worried that you'd choke to death. Patting your back, he tries to comfort you as you walk back to his car. You keep on crying the whole way making people watch you out of concern or judgement.

When you were in the car, you suddenly became as calm as the eye of the storm. Brian didn't pay much attention to it, and starts driving to your flat.

"That fucking bastard," You growl out, the curly haired man jumping in surprise at the anger in your voice, "He had no right to do that, he had NO right to hurt him like that."

You glare at the road in front of you, crossing your arms across your chest. Brian spared a glance at your face with dried tears, "Well, mate, if he didn't do that, then there wouldn't be any progression in the story, would there?"

You huff out in annoyance, "Yeah, well, he's still a bastard." Brian stole another glance at you, and was worried at the sight of you happily dancing with the songs on the radio. How'd you become so happy so fast?

"Darling, I'm here!" Freddie knocks on your door repeatedly. You open the door, looking like a racoon just ransacked your kitchen. His dark brown eyes widen at the sight of you, "What in the world happened, love?"

You let him into your home, groaning out, "I just woke up, Fred. What are you doing here?" You ask him, not meaning the hostility in your tone. Freddie just looks at you with a raised brow, but doesn't comment on it.

"We agreed to write songs together today, remember?" Frowning, you mentally go through your brain to try and remember if you did promise that. Coming up with nothing, you tell him that you don't recall, "How can you not remember, darling, we agreed on it yesterday!"

"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure I was at the mall with Roger yesterday.." You start to doubt yourself. Did it really happen or not? "Anyways, since you're already here, let's just do it, alright?" Freddie agrees and makes a show on sitting on your couch. You huff out a laugh and grab your guitar and some paper.

You start working on some songs, writing out lyrics that pop into your mind. Freddie notices one that says, 'There isn't a day that goes by; When I don't think of how to die'. He looks at you in alarm. You don't seem to notice the weight of the lyrics you wrote and sing them out with all your inner emotions.

At the end of your songwriting session, you stand up and sigh in relief. You stretch for a moment, and whistle to your kitchen, "Do you want any tea or coffee, Fred?" You sway your hips when music from your radio starts playing. Freddie observes you for second. You seem much livelier than earlier, which is a relief, but he can't shake the sight of you looking so distraught.

"I'll have a coffee, please." You nod and start making his coffee and your tea, singing along to the song.

You were at Roger's flat, helping him out to sort a few things. You watch him walk to you with a box full of clothes. He drops the box, letting it thud loudly on the floor, and plops down beside you.

"Goddamn, this a lot of clothes, Rog," You gaze at the varied fabrics of cloth. Is that a faux fur coat?

He chuckles softly, "Well, I was a bit of a fashionista growing up," You scoff out loud.

"Was? Sorry to say this, but you still are, mate," You make fun of him about the flower shirt and the dark jeans he's wearing. Plus, he's wearing sunglasses inside! Who even does that anymore?

Roger pushes you teasingly and starts working on sorting out the used clothes. You pick up each item and laugh to yourself at imagining the blond wearing these. You have trouble sorting them out, though, not knowing what your friend wants.

You hear him call your name, with some insult on how you were dumb not to know how to sort clothes out. You turn at him angrily, throwing the garb you were holding at the wall, "What the fuck did you just say to me?"

Roger looks at you, confused at your outburst, "I didn't say anything, love," You scoff, standing up from your position.

"If you're going to call me names, don't be a coward in admitting it," You sneer at him, feeling hurt, tears gathering in your eyes. The blond flushes in anger, but holds it in, noting how distant and wet your eyes seem. He stands up and tries to hold your hands, "No! Don't hold me-"

Your body couldn't handle the amount of stress and strong negative emotions running through you. So, as a coping mechanism, you faint and drop down to the floor.

Thankfully, Roger catches you in time. You slightly twitch in his hold as he carries you to lay you down on his bed. He pushes back some of your hair out of your face, troubled with what just happened and with how you were curling up in yourself. He didn't know what to do, so he just massaged your hands and feet.

Soon enough, you wake up from your fainting spell, looking around confused. You see Roger stare at you, his blue eyes distraught.

"What happened? Why am I in your room?" You tilt your head to the side, racking your brain for any explanation, but coming up empty handed.

The blond strokes your hair, "Nothing, love, just rest, yeah? You must feel awful." You yawn and nod, already feeling a bad headache come on. As you doze back into slumber, Roger goes to the other side of his bed to cuddle you.

"Deaky!" You run up to the tall brunet, jumping on him. John stumbles back in surprise and at the weight of you on him. He wraps his arms around you to support you.

"Hey, love," he says softly, putting you down on the ground. You smile up to him and link your arms together. Together, you walk through the mall, looking through stores. You try on clothes together and buy the best looking ones.

One in particular was a pink button up shirt with pineapples. You give it to John for him to put on. He looks at it with hesitance, but goes to the fitting room anyway.

When he comes out, your eyes brighten up like stars, "Deaky, holy shit, it looks so good on you!" You clap your hands, applauding him like it was one of the runway shows.

"Are you sure, love? Don't you think it's too.. much?" Your smile drops as well as your hands. John doesn't notice your change of moods, picking at the shirt with second thoughts. Maybe it did look okay, if you says so. "Though, if you like it-"

"No, you don't like it. We'll leave it here and go eat," You say in an emotionless voice. You stare blankly at the brunet, and he stares back in unease. But, like before, he does what you tell him to.

When you walk to the food court, you don't link your arms with him like you have for the whole day. At this point, John has noticed your mood, wringing his hands nervously.

You order your food and go sit at one of the tables to eat. You haven't said a word besides ordering the food. John watches you play with the food, something you never do; Especially if it's with your favourite food.

"Look, if you liked the shirt on me, we can go back and buy it," John says, trying to make you feel better. But it was all for naught when you glare at him.

"You obviously did not like it, John." He flinches when you use his name. You only called him by Deaky or Johnny. "Don't bother anymore."

After you finish your food, you both stand up and walk towards the exit of the mall. John follows you like a kicked puppy, but you didn't have enough energy to feel bad for him at the moment.

"I'll drive you-"

"No, I can go home by myself, John." He shuts his mouth and nods. You don't bother waving goodbye to him and leave him standing there alone.

When John is back at his flat, his telephone rings and he picks it up. He hears you crying on the other side of the line.

"I-I'm sorry for be-being a douche to yo-ou, Deaky," Your voice was hoarse and John was hurriedly letting you know it was alright and that he understands; Even if he really didn't. But, at least you felt much better after some consoling and promised to make it up to him next time.

After you hung up, John leans against the wall with a hand on his heart. What a crazy day.

You were at the studio with the boys, accompanying them with their recording sessions. You nervously jiggle your legs, nervous about the news you were about to tell them.

When they were on a break, they sat down with you and talk about how slow Brian was or how to make the lyrics better.

"I was not slow!" Brian retorts, huffing out in annoyance. Roger, who accused him of this, rolls his blue eyes and let it drop. He didn't want to fight in front of you, still scarred from the last time you were overloaded with emotions.

"Guys," You start out, gaining their attention. Their eyes on you made you more anxious, and you want to back out immediately. Unfortunately, you need to tell them, so they'll be prepared in the future. Or, alternatively, they can leave you if they don't want to go through the trouble, which makes you sad, you didn't want to lose your friends, they mean-

"Love, what is it?" John asks you, worried about how you look so tense. Remembering not to say anything out of place as to not anger you like last time.

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. All of them are starting to get concerned for you. At last, you found the words that convey what you want to say. Kinda.

"So, I got this thing.." You start, slow with what you're saying, "It's called bipolar disorder, and it's basically where my emotions get out of hand."

It was silent for a second. All four of them sigh in relief and start asking so many questions.

"What do we have to do?"

"Are you getting help for it?"

"Does it hurt you?"

"You can always come over for a cuddle and a chat whenever, love."

You smile, your heart filling with love and affection for the four men in front of you. You were so lucky to have friends that care about you.

#queen x reader #john deacon x reader #john deacon #queen #queen band

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DID You Do Something

pairing/s: reader & queen

summary: reader has dissiociative identity disorder and their alters are queen

warning/s: DID, fluff

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It's the first day of your new job as a preschool teacher, and you can't wait to meet the kids. You can mentally feel somebody close, but you don't know who. Maybe it's Brian, you think to yourself. You know that he loves learning new things, especially about the stars.

'Yup, it's me, love,' Hearing the confirmation from the man himself, you smile as you get ready for the day. When you've finished, you drive to the nearby school where you'll be able to spend time with kids. It has always been a dream of yours to help and educate children because of your own experience as a child. You would never want that to happen to any of them.

The moment you arrived at school, you start to dissociate. Whenever you did, you'd always feel so dizzy and stumble everywhere. You try and walk towards the entrance of the school, even though you know it wouldn't be a good idea. And before you know it, you black out immediately.

Brian didn't mean to front. He was just excited for the first day of their job! He tries to switch out with (Y/N) again, but it doesn't work out. He gives up and goes in the school.

Thankfully, Brian knows what to do, having experience in teaching inside their inner world. He went to the admissions office to get their schedule for the day. He takes his time walking through the halls, reminiscing the times where he had to take over during your school years.

Roger was close, probably coming to scold him for switching out. Brian smiles fondly when he thought of the blond. They were married in the inner world and had two adopted children together. Their kids, Rami and Ben, were littles, but they only come out when they see something sparkly.

'Damn it, Bri, why'd you come out? They're kinda pissed,' The tall man laughs internally when he hears his lover's rough voice. He arrives at their classroom filled with tiny children. They all freeze at the sight of their body and put their attention on him. It almost triggers Brian's dysphoria, but luckily he needs to focus on something else.

In his best impersonation of you, Brian introduces you to the class, "Hello children, I'll be your teacher! Let's be good friends, yeah?" He says in your soft voice. The children nod and respond to him. Today was going to be a great day.

You start becoming co-conscious with Brian for the latter part of the day. You could only hear the chatter of little kids in the room and can't help but be sad that you couldn't be there for their first day of school too.

While the children were distracted by their first art project, Brian suddenly switches out with you, leaving you out with a horrible headache. You groan out loud and press your temples. It wasn't a nice feeling when you switch so fast.

You feel something tug at your pants, and you look down to see a small girl holding a pink piece of cardstock paper. She holds it out to you and you accept it, even though you were still recovering from the switch.

"I made this for you, Teacher!" The little girl enthusiastically says, "I hope you like it!" You look at the paper, seeing a drawing of you and her- Annie as the arrow points at the small stick figure- playing at a swing set.

"I love it, Annie! Can I keep this?" You smile sweetly at her, and she nods her small head, happy that you like her drawing. Annie runs across the room back to her friends and starts helping them with their drawings.

'It's almost time for dismissal, so be prepared for when the bell rings,' Brian warns you at the back of your mind, and you thank him for telling you. As he predicted, a loud sound rings through the room and you stand up to talk.

"Okay, children, it's time to pack up and go home! If you're not finished with what you're doing, we can do it tomorrow." You walk around the room and help some of the children fix their things. One by one, parents arrive to fetch their kids and you say goodbye to each child.

At home, you could feel John and Freddie coming closer to the front. You go to sit on your couch and try to relax. It always helped when somebody needed to take over for a while. Soon enough, Freddie switched out with John co-conscious.

"Hoop diddy diddy," Freddie dances his way towards the kitchen to prepare their dinner. He couldn't cook for shit, that's why John was there to help him. "Hoop diddy doo. Deaky, darling, what are we making today?"

'Let's make some rigaton,' He hears John's distinct accent tell him.

"We are eating fancy tonight!" Freddie exclaims loudly, moving to gather the necessary ingredients. With the younger's help, he tries to not mess up their meal. While he was stirring the sauce around, Freddie dissociates hard.

John switches out, letting out a surprised noise when he realized this. Blinking rapidly, he looks at his surroundings, trying to get used to being out. 'The sauce, darling!' Freddie reminds him.

"Oh, right, yes," John quickly comes to his senses, and finishes where their primary protector left off. He plates their meal and brings it over to the living room. He switches on the tv to watch a random show, and curls up on the couch. He sighs in relief when they could finally relax their body, unloading the stress of caring for children.

#queen x reader #queen #queen band

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Stalker

pairing/s: brian may x reader

summary: you meet brian who's already in love with you

warning/s: YANDERE BRIAN, dark fic, mentions of masturbation, threats of violence, abrupt ending

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You walked into the local library, wanting to do your homework for university. You often went to that library due to its peacefulness, and they had great source material for thesis papers.

Walking in the big building, you carried your heavy bag to the nearest empty table and started working on the essays. At first, it didn't seem that hard, but as the clock ticked by, the more tedious the workload becomes.

Your hand propped your head up as you tried to keep your eyes open long enough to read one sentence after the other. When your head slipped off, you felt a soft cushion underneath you and not the hardwood table you were expecting.

Lifting your head up, you opened your eyes to see a cup of coffee and the sweater that shielded your head. A yellow post-it note was on the cup and it read,

'You can do it! I'll always be there when you need it :)'

The note wasn't signed with a name, but it still made you smile. You didn't know how they knew your name, though, it warmed your heart that somebody would pay attention to your needs, even if you didn't know them. You drank the coffee, instantly helping you slowly wake up, and wore the sweater. You thought it was weird to wear it at first, but it was getting cold, so why not?

What you didn't notice was the tall, lean man behind the counter of the library, staring at you intently with his hazel eyes. His lips parted at the sight of you in his sweater, an animalistic feeling deep inside him pleased that you wore it. He was finally one step closer to having you all to himself.

You had a free period at your university, and since you were hungry, you decide to go to a nearby cafe. It was a cute place that attracted a lot of the local hipsters, including you. The cafe was your favourite place to do your work besides the library.

Walking in, you head straight to the counter to order a tuna sandwich and a cup of coffee. You suddenly remember the time at the library when someone gave you one. Now that think about it, you wonder how they knew how you liked your coffee. You brush it off, assuming they just guessed.

When your order arrives, you take the tray and look for somewhere to sit. Unfortunately for you, all of the seats were taken. Although there was one man sitting by himself next to the window, typing away at his laptop. Throwing all pride over your shoulder, you head up to him.

The curly-haired man glances up at you as you stood by his side. His hazel eyes shine underneath the artificial lights of the cafe. He raises an eyebrow, expecting you to do something.

"Hi, uhm, can I sit with you?" You blush, trying to look at anywhere but his handsome face. "There isn't anywhere else to sit, but if you don't want me to—"

"It's alright," The man smiles at you, and you smile back, sliding onto the seat across him. He closes his laptop before observing you. You squirm under his gaze and take a gulp out of your coffee. He rests his head on his hand, his curls falling softly on his cheeks. "I'm Brian, by the way."

You introduced yourself and say, "Thank you for letting me sit with you." You start unwrapping the sandwich to eat. Brian picks up his out cup of coffee, sipping on it for a moment. You weren't a particular fan of silence when you're with somebody, so you ask, "Are you a student at the nearby uni?"

"Yes, I am," He says as he leans back on his chair. His eyes were sparkling with something you couldn't quite place on. "I study Astrophysics."

"Ooh, so you're a space nerd," You joke around, making him chuckle and nod. "I study Education, which is kind of weird when you say it out loud." You purse your lips and stroke your chin.

Brian actually laughs, smiling widely at you. You wonder why your heart skipped a beat. "Not as weird as saying you study space dust." He quips, and you nod in mock understanding, then stop to raise a finger.

"But at least it sounds cooler." You both laugh together. You keep on talking to Brian, even after you've both finished your coffee. You finish eating your sandwich as well, wiping your lips clean and crumpling it. You fail to notice that it was gone as soon as it was there. Looking at the clock, your eyes widen in horror when you realize that the next class starts in five minutes. You frown at Brian apologetically as you start to gather your things. "I'm sorry Brian, but I have to go, class is gonna start."

He smiles at you in understanding, even if there was disappointment in his eyes. You didn't want to not see him again, so you grab a pen and write your number on one of the unused napkins. You hand it to him and say goodbye, rushing out the door.

Brian sits there, not believing that he actually had a conversation with you. He looks down at your number, folding it carefully and putting it in his shirt pocket. Bringing out a tissue that you used, he presses it against his lips, letting himself imagine it was you he was kissing. He was going to make sure it would happen in real life, even if he had to kill everybody to have your lips on his.

The next time you see Brian was when you bump into him at the university. It was odd because you were pretty sure the science department was on the other side of the school. But, he just said that he had to do some things at your building, so you let it go.

"How's your space dust so far, Bri?" The nickname falls smoothly out of your mouth, even if it was the first time you've said it out loud. You've been talking to Brian on the phone over the past few days, and you started calling him that since then.

"Well, my professor gave me a good grade for my recent thesis paper, so that's great," He looks at you, fixing the strap of his bag on his shoulder. You smile widely and hug him tightly. You feel him wrap his arms around you and rest his head on top of yours.

You pull away to gaze up at him, staring deeply into his hazel eyes. "I'm so proud of you! A thesis is a bitch to deal with, and you passed with flying colours!" You let of him and continue to walk beside him. You miss the disappointment flashing across his face.

"Thank you, love," He says, patting your hair affectionately. You blush and look away from him to focus on a weird statue on the school grounds. "And you? Is studying education fun so far?"

You nod, about to answer him when a classmate of yours came up to you. "Mate! Could you help me with this real quick? I don't understand it." You glance apologetically at Brian, who just smiles reassuringly at you. You look at your classmate to explain your recent lecture.

You fail to realize a sinister aura surrounding you in the midst of talking. When your friend tenses up beside you, you look up to see their face twisted in fear as they stare at something behind you. You turn around only to see Brian smiling sweetly at you. You smile back and focus back on your friend who was stuttering out a weak thank you and goodbye.

Brian taps your shoulder to get your attention. "It's getting a bit late. If you don't have any classes left, can I walk you home?" You forget the strange behavior of your classmate and hook your arm around the taller man. Walking away from the school, the both of you fall into a comfortable silence. You weren't the type to like the quiet, but being with him made it feel safe.

Passing by an ice cream stall, you stare at it longingly. You'd buy some, but you were out of money. Brian stops next to you, making you look up at him. "Do you want some ice cream?" He asks you.

"No, I don't have enough to get one," You answer, expecting him to nod and move along. But, Brian walks to the stall with his wallet already out. "Wait, Bri! It's okay, you don't have to!"

"But I want to, love," He says sincerely, making you blush all over. He pays the vendor for a mint chocolate scoop and hands it to you. A small part of you wonders how he knew your favourite flavour of ice cream, but you just brush it off. You must've told him before.

Soon after you thank him, the two of you start walking to your house again. You lick happily on your ice cream, enjoying the cold treat. Somehow, your hand ends up in his, so you sway it between you two. When you arrive at your place, you turn to Brian to hug him again. "Thank you, for walking me home, Brian."

He cuddles close to you once more. "It's no problem, I couldn't just let you go this late at night." You detach yourself from Brian and lean up to kiss his cheek. You smile at him once more before walking into the house.

Brian stands still for a moment. He can't believe that just happened. He grins widely as he starts running off happily to his own house, just down the block. Entering his home, he leans against the door. His smile is still on his face as he pats his chest, trying to calm his heart. He raises the hand he held yours with and kisses it. After watching you lick away at your dessert, he ends up jerking off with the said hand and calling out your name as he reaches his high.

Brian had asked you to come to one of his shows at a pub. Of course, you said yes, so on the night of the show, you were stressing over what to wear. You could go for something casual or you could go all out and be sexy. You go with the latter, repeating to yourself that you are not dressing up for your friend. Absolutely not.

When you arrive at the pub, there were a lot of girls talking among themselves about the upcoming band. You didn't see Brian anywhere, so you head on over to the bar to get a beer. Once you've had two or three sips of the beverage, a band called Queen comes up on stage. Most of the girls are screaming and some were fanning themselves. You see Brian with his guitar, standing tall and confident. You wave at him, and he smiles brightly when he spots you.

The band starts playing and they hit off so hard, that the whole pub was shaking. Girls were screaming, guys were shouting; It was a big loud mess. If this was the reaction they get on a daily basis, they'll hit the charts in no time. As you bop along to one of the catchy songs, a man slides up next to you, smiling sweetly. You smile back, looking away as you sip on your drink.

"What's a beautiful person like yourself doing here?" He asks you smoothly, slightly making you cringe. That was a cheesy way to start off a conversation, but you go along with it.

"I'm here for the music," You reply, not really into talking to the man. You didn't want to reveal too much information about yourself either. He places his hand behind you, leaning on the bar as he looks at you with dark eyes. You shift away uncomfortably, but he follows your movements anyway.

When the music stops and the band say their goodbyes, you excuse yourself to go greet Brian, but the man pulls you back in by the arm. You try to pry your arm off his hands, but his grip on you was too tight, enough to probably bruise your skin. "What's the rush, darling? We haven't even been properly introduced yet."

"Excuse me, sir, but would you be so kind to take your hands off of my lover?" An arm wraps around your waist as a familiar scent surrounds you. You look up to see Brian glowering at the man, and feel a shiver run up your spine. It was the first time you've ever seen your friend angry, and mix it up with his deep calling you, his lover; Well, consider yourself aching.

The hand clasping your arm lets go, as the man puts up his hands in surrender. "Sorry, man, didn't know they were taken." And just like that, he leaves the two of you alone. Brian turns you around to hug you, and you barely recover from the quick whiplash before you hug back.

"God, I saw everything, are you okay? Did he do something I didn't see?" He asks you, checking your face and your body for marks. You shake your head, shoving your face in his neck, his musky cologne calming your senses. As he strokes your back, Brian stares blankly at the man who was once again trying to flirt with one of the women in the room. "I'm sorry I called you mine, I was just trying to help."

"It's fine. Thanks for stepping in, Bri," You pull away from him to lean up and kiss his cheek affectionately. Ever since the first time you did it, it's been a common thing between the both of you. You chat for a moment together, with you enthusing about how good the songs were and how they would go big one day as Brian chuckles fondly. Unfortunately, you couldn't meet the rest of the band due to having an early lecture the next day. You made sure to give Brian one last cheek kiss and wave at him as you leave the pub.

Brian continues to smile at you, only letting his face fall down when you walk out the door. His gaze locks on the man who was bothering you earlier, and orders two more beer bottles before approaching him. The man looks at him, raising his eyebrow in confusion. Brian smiles at him sweetly as he hands him one of the bottles and gestures for them to go outside.

When they stand in a dark alleyway, the man was shifting his weight between his legs nervously. "Look, man, if this is about your lover, I swear I didn't know-" He stops talking when Brian smashes his empty bottle against the brick walls, creating sharp edges on the glass.

Pointing the now-weapon towards the man, Brian grabs him by the collar and shoves him against the wall. "Yes, you didn't know, but you still forced yourself on them even if it was clear they were obviously uncomfortable, and that's not nice, is it?" His voice mocks an innocent tone, the deep rumble in his throat was enough for the man to gulp in fear and he shakes his head frantically. "No, it's not. Now, you have to deal with the consequences of your actions tonight."

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Beating You

pairing/s: roger taylor x reader

summary: you and roger go out on an arcade date

warning/s: fluff, one very persistent and unwelcome person

You and Roger were out together on your second date since you've made it official. The both of you were awkward together, only having short side hugs and shy smiles to show affection. Obviously, you wanted to do more couple things with him, but your relationship was still new and you felt that you were going too fast if you acted on it.

Roger took you to the arcade, wanting to have some fun with you. You happily went with him, making a jabbing comment on how you would beat his ass.

The lights in the arcade were bright and colourful, highlighting the tops of peoples' heads as they moved from stall to stall. There were a variety of games where you and Roger could play together, and you bet your ass that the both of you will play a racing game against each other.

"So, what do you want to do first?" Roger asked you, excitement already filling his blue eyes. He exchanged some of his bills for tokens to use for the machines.

"Hm, I was thinking Wack-A-Mole," You said, a smug smirk worming its way on your face. "The one with the most hits gets all the tickets."

"Oh, you are on, darling." He pulled you to the game, which was thankfully unoccupied. You watched as he put the tokens in, and started the game for the both of you. He handed you the cushioned hammer and you both began to slam it against the rising metal moles on the machine. It lasts for half a minute, with his score 5 points higher than yours. Roger looked at you with a smirk and reached out to take your tickets.

"That's not fair, you're a drummer!" You whined out, following him to the next game. Your boyfriend—wow he's your boyfriend— laughed and led you to a racing game, already sitting down on the mock driver's chair. You plop on the other seat, adjusting it before positioning your feet between the accelerator and brakes.

"You should've thought about that before choosing it for the first game, love." The endearment slipped past his lips so smoothly, it made you blush. Of course, he had called you that before, but now that you were dating, it had a different effect. You just playfully pushed him on the shoulder before grabbing the tokens and inserting them into both of your machines. The game starts and you both decide on a location and your cars. Soon, the race was starting, and the both of you shout curses at one another when you purposefully bump into each other. You were so focused on the game that you didn't notice that Roger had slowed down to glance and admire you.

When your car passed the finish line as first, you jumped up from your seat and pumped your fist up in celebration. "Suck that, loser!" You stuck your tongue out at Roger, who just shook his head in amusement. The rest of the day, the both of you moved from game to game, gathering as much tickets as you both could manage.

Roger had to go to the bathroom after your 10th game, so you stood next to a photobooth and waited for him. A couple of people had come up to you to flirt, but you politely said no, flattered that they even wanted to in the first place. Unfortunately, though, one girl just couldn't take a no and kept persisting.

"I'm with my boyfriend, I'm sorry," You tried to tell her, but she stubbornly stuck to your side, clinging onto your arm.

"I don't see him anywhere! So, you must be lying!" The girl said, and you resisted the urge to face palm. Was she dared to do this? Wasn't this harassment?

"Their boyfriend is right here, and he would appreciate it if you let go of them right now. " Roger glowered at the girl, puffing out his chest in jealousy. She visibly tensed and apologized, scuttering away. You watched him glare at the disappearing figure, almost as if he was expecting her to come back and fight. You touched his arm, calming him and getting his attention at the same time. Roger whipped his head to look at you, and hesitantly reached your hand. "Hold my hand so people know we're dating."

You burst out with laughter, enjoying his embarrassed face before moving to interlock both of your hands and reveling in your first hand hold. In a spur of confidence, you leaned in to kiss his cheek quite quickly, showing whoever was watching you both that you were on a date. Roger smiled widely, and pulled you to the counter to exchange your tickets for a prize. He got a small lion stuffed toy and handed it to you bashfully. You hugged it close to you chest, happily ssnuggling closer to him as you walked out of the arcade.

Roger walked you all the way back to your house, which was thankfully not that far, ranting on and on about band practice and his biology exam the next day. You listened to him with a small grin, commenting once in a while. When you arrived at your front door, the both of you stood out there for a while, not wanting to let go of each other's hands.

"I had fun today," You started off, swinging your hands in between the two of you. He hummed softly, his eyes flickering to your lips. You bite it, hoping he would make the first move. "You should really get better at playing games."

Roger snorted, shaking his head as he looks away briefly. His baby blue eyes were staring at you intensely, making you shiver in anticipation. He leaned in slowly, and your breath gets caught in your throat. "Move away if you don't want this kiss."

He closed the distance between you two, cupping your cheek as he softly moved his lips against yours. Your eyes flutter close, kissing back intently, relishing your first kiss together. It didn't have fireworks like how movies and books descrobed it to be. But, instead, it was like a flower petal falling from its bud and gently swaying to the ground with the help of the soft breeze.

Pulling away from each other, you released the breath you were holding in and opened your eyes to see a flushed Roger in front of you. You saw him lick his lips before swooping in to steal one more kiss. You giggle and grin against it, already knowing this would be your favourite pass time.

Breaking apart for the last time, he reluctantly lets go of you, allowing you to walk backwards to your front door, and sadly waves goodbye to you. Your eyes followed him as he went away, turning back to you to blow a kiss. You playfully caught it and pretended to throw it away. He clutched at his chest, feigning to be hurt. Finally, he vanished from your sight as he turned a corner, leaving you empty. You glance down at the stuffed lion in your hands and hug it tight, acting as if it were you boyfriend. Damn, you missed him already.

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You Make Me Happy

pairing/s: john deacon x reader

summary: you accompany john on his tour and you go sightseeing together

warning/s: fluff

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"Wake up, love, we've got a fun day ahead of us." A soft whisper pierces through your heavy sleep. You groan out, wrapping the big duvet around you, hoping it would block out the offending voice. Someone pulls it down, however, subjecting your body to the cold air. You reluctantly open your eyes, glaring up to your boyfriend, John, who had a soft smile on his face. He leans down to kiss your forehead, "Good morning, love."

You rub your eyes, trying to get to remaining sleep out of your system. "Mornin', babe," You greet him with a croaky voice, sitting up on the bed and stretching your back. Standing up, the sweater you were wearing was caught on your hips, showcasing your naked lower half. John playfully taps your ass, before going to the kitchen to make your morning tea. "What are we doing today?"

"Mm, it's a surprise," John smiles, watching you walk through the hotel room, and pull down your only piece of clothing down to cover yourself. You still feel a bit tired, so you lean on your boyfriend and close your eyes. "Was last night too tiring for you, love?"

"Fuck you, John Deacon." You say, laughing as you push him away from you and grab your cup of tea. You ignore John's comment on how 'you did fuck him last night'. "You're mental, you know that?"

"Mhm, yet you still love me," John smugly says, pulling you back into a hug by the hips. You stay like that for a moment, relishing the warmth from your tea and from the embrace. As you finish your drink, you peck John's cheek before going to shower and change clothes.

"Seriously, Richie, where're we going?" You ask for the nth time. You and John were walking through the streets of Budapest, grateful that there weren't any schedules for the day. It was kind of chilly, so you wrap yourself in your coat and snuggle into John's side. His arm came up to hold you against him tighter.

"Well, I saw an antique shop close by, so I thought it would be a good idea to visit, since you like antiquing so much," He tells you with a small smile. You look up at him and smile back, happy that he remembered you're interests.

John pulls you towards a building and opens the door for you. Entering the shop, you look around in wonder as you see old items scattered all over. A tea set in dark metal with intricate carvings catches your eye, and you lean in closer to see it better. You wander around, ignoring John exchanging pleasantries with the shop's owner. From the corner of your eye, you see a wall lined with beautiful photos, all with different styles and colours. You turn to show John, and he happily shares his thoughts on how the pictures looks and what the photographer's mind went through when they took the photo. You spend a little more time in the shop, making sure you see every single item that strikes your fancy and showing it to your boyfriend.

When you both finally step out of the shop, you were disappointed that you couldn't buy the pretty locket that you liked. The afternoon sun warms the cool air, not by much but it was nice. You and John start walking once more, to somewhere you don’t know yet. "So, where are we going next, Mr. Deacon?"

John hums as if he was considering his options. He interlocks your hands with his, swinging them between you two. You smile, fondly watching the man before you. "I was thinking about some of the landmarks, if you want to?"

"Of course, Deaks! Let's go!" You excitedly pull on John's arm, urging him to lead the way.

The both of you commute by train to the Heroes’ Square, a plaza that has numerous sculptures of Hungary’s famous kings who won battles. You take pictures of John posing in front of the statues, pointing cutely to the looming Archangel Michael on a high pillar. In turn, he takes photos of you next to the heroes, making a show of talking to the inanimate sculptures.

The Museum of Fine arts was at the left of the monument, the Palace of Art was on the right, and behind was the Vajdahunyad Castle. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time to see all three buildings, so John asks a tourist if they could take a quick snap of the both of you in front of all three. The tourists gladly do it, even saying how much it was an honour to do so for John Deacon himself. That comment made your boyfriend blush and thank the person with a sincere smile.

The next and final stop you went to was the St. Stephen’s Basilica. You were amazed by how large the church was and how beautiful the stained glass art of the saints were. John was taking your picture, capturing the awe stricken expression on your face as you look at the relics and the architecture.

You turn to look at him with a wide smile on your face, “It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” He takes you hand in his, stopping you in the middle of the church. You worriedly look at him, unnerved by how scared John suddenly seemed. “Johnny, are you okay?” The brunet breathes in deeply and releasing it as he went down on his knee. You inhale sharply, not wanting to assume things.

“(Y/N), we’ve been together for seven years now, but each day is still as exciting as the day we met. You have been with me through our ups and downs, tolerating how much of a bloody arse I am sometimes, and still are with me to this day. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you every morning I wake up and the last thing before I sleep. You even have the guts to show up in my dreams, you bugger!”

Tears gathers in your eyes, your free hand covering your mouth as you watch John reach into his pocket to bring out a black velvet box. He opens it to reveal a beautiful simple engagement ring with a yellow gem in the middle, with two diamonds on either side. The sunset outside reflects on the ring, making it shine a bright rainbow in the shaking hands of John.

“What I’m trying to say is that, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, and I want to create a big and wonderful family with you. Will you make me a happy man and marry me?”

The tourists and locals stop in their tracks to watch the both of you, witnessing an enchanting moment. You couldn’t find the words, your mouth open with shock and your tears falling continuously down your cheeks. John gazed up at you nervous that you haven’t answered him yet, but once he did, you nod frantically, making the both of you laugh in both relief and joy. He stands up to wrap you in a big, tight hug, only pulling away to press his lips on yours, pouring out the words unsaid into kiss. The cheers of the onlookers echo throughout the church, and they watch as John slips the beautiful ring onto your left ring finger. You share one last kiss, smiling into it as you shamelessly smooch your fiance.

You snuggle up to John on your hotel bed. After the proposal, you both happily stumble back to your hotel, deciding to let the others find out the next day. He wraps an arm around you, the other holding up your left hand to see how the ring looks perfect against your skin. John glances up at you and kisses you softly. You smile, running your hands through his damp hair, fresh out of the shower.

“Do you- Do you like the ring?” John asks you, eager for your opinion. You nod happily, watching him in confusion when he lets out a loud noise. “Shit!” He runs out the room to somewhere. You call out for him, worried about his behavior. Doubts starts circling in your head. What if he regrets it? What if—

John walks back into the room, with something in his fist. His face was flaming red with embarrassment. “I forgot to give you this.”

John places a familiar locket into your hands. You look up at him in surprise when you realize its the same locket from the antique store earlier. He rants out an excuse about how you wanted it so bad and he couldn’t help himself so he bought it. You giggle, leaning up to kiss him again. “Put it on me?” You ask him, and he happily agrees, unlatching the necklace and bringing it around your neck. When he locks it behind your neck, you smile up at him again and kiss him once more. “I love you so much, future husband.”

“I love you too, future spouse.”

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Accomplishment

pairing/s: john deacon x reader

summary: john deacon teaching you music theory on the bass and you get excited over learning the major chord

warning/s: fluff

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"So, you have semi-tones and tones, right?" John reminded you, as you nod and demonstrate a few notes on your bass. He smiled brightly at you. "So, there's a pattern to be followed. Tone, tone, semi, tone, tone, semi."

The brunet showed you with his bass, but his long fingers were too fast for you to catch up. You pressed your lips together and widened your eyes, dramatically expressing your confusion. John giggled cutely and did it again, but this time a bit slower.

You saw his fingers pressing the third fret, the fifth, sixth, eigth, tenth, twelfth.... on the A string. Honestly, even if it was slow, you were still distracted by how John's fingers were more beautiful than your own face. It was a miracle that you even learned anything from him.

"Another, and much easier way, is to do this." He showed you how to start C major, and thankfully, you had gotten the hang of it. He cheers you on as you slowly move- crack is a more fitting term- your fingers into the rightful places. "That's it! I'm proud of you, love!"

You grinned widely and set down your bass to hug him. John let out a loud 'oof' when you almost toppled both of you over the couch.

"Holy shit, I did it!" You pulled away from him, your hands lingering on his shoulders for a moment, before picking your bass back up. You slowly did the major again, your smile slowly growing as your hands started to familiarize itself with the routine.

When you looked up at John, he was staring at you with his green-gray eyes so intensely that you paused from playing. He leaned toward you, your faces so close, you could feel his breath tickle your cheeks.

"Can I kiss you?" John asked you shyly, his voice gone soft. Not trusting your voice, you nod and met his lips with yours.

It was soft, gentle, and everything you expected from Deaky. It was perfect.

When you both pulled away, you gazed at John with a deep affection for him. He brought up his lovely hand to cup your cheek, and you leaned your head against it.

"I've been meaning to do that for a while now," He said, voice still quiet, eyes focused on your lips.

"Well, why didn't you?" You asked him, your own voice equally quiet to not break the atmosphere surrounding you both. John let out a shaky breath and giggled.

"I honestly don't know, but I'm glad I did now." He leaned in once more to kiss you softly.

If bass lessons were like this with John all the time, then you would sign up for free.

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It's A Kind of Magic

pairing/s: brian may x reader

summary: you lose your cat, Freddie, and while you search for him, you meet a mysterious warlock named Brian

warning/s: witchcraft, a spell, fluff?

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"Dee? Freddie!?" You called out for your black cat. He'd been missing for a few hours, and you were getting worried. You were doing some reading and spell casting, so the cat wandered away somewhere. Usually, he would be back in an hour or two, but the sun had already set and he was nowhere to be found.

You walked through the dark and damp forest where your cottage was in the middle of, isolated from other witches and warlocks. Pushing the branches away from your face, you felt helpless in your search. The trees were too tall for you to track where you were and how far you've been traveling. You tightly wrapped your big, white wool cape around yourself, trying to block any cold air from penetrating your skin. You hastily tried to think of something up, and almost cursing outloud for not doing it in the first place. Freddie was technically something you lost, so this spell might work.

Closing you eyes and focusing on an image of Freddie, you chanted the spell clearly and felt a strong rope pulling you somewhere. You submitted to the force, and came out to a big clearing. A huge field shielded by tall pine trees, uncorrupted by modern roads and buildings. Grass sparkled with dew under the rising moon and fully bloomed flowers scattered throughout the meadow, swaying softly with the cool wind.

In the middle was a man who was sat down on the wet ground, with his back turned against you. Slowly pulling out your spellbook, you open it into the defense chapter to chant a quick protection spell.

"Qui affecto protego, mixtisque iubas serpentibus et posteris meis stirpiqu."

Confident in yourself, you slowly approached the man, and he turned around once he heard your footsteps. You barely stole a glance at his face when you saw your black cat cuddling against the man's leg.

"Dee! Oh my god, you scared me, boy," You scrambled forward to pick him up and snuggle him into your chest. Big, brown eyes blinked up at you in surprise, but quickly relaxed when he realized it was you. "Don't ever do that again, you hear me? I'm going to die before you spend your last seven lives!"

"I assume the cat's yours, then?" The man spoke from where he was sitting. For the first time, you looked at him and froze on your spot immediately. The moon high up the starry sky had lit up his form, highlighting the highs and shadowing the lows of his face. You could almost see every individual curly strand of hair flow with the breeze, as his hazel eyes gazed up at you. You watched as he stood up, fixing a big leather bag with familiar symbols up on his shoulder. "Saw him follow me around and thought I could play with him for a while, didn't know he was bonded, though."

You feel as though you've seen him around before, but you couldn't pinpoint exactly where. "Yes, well, uh, thank you for keeping him company," You said to him and bowed slightly in appreciation, still holding the black fur ball to your chest. "Do you- Do you want to have dinner at mine? It's the least I could do."

The taller man smiled down at you, "As long as it's vegetarian-safe, then I'd love to." You smiled back and led him back through where you came from. Small critters climbed up the thick trunks, nestling into their makeshift homes. Soon enough, with a little help of a spell, you found your way back to your small cottage and ushered the man in.

Lavender scents wafted through the house, welcoming you nicely. Different sized pots and bottles lined your walls, each containing a different ingredients for different potions. Crystals hung from the ceiling on a yard of ribbon and swayed when disturbed by a blow of air. Books and scrolls were stacked on top of each other on every corner of every room, practically making no space available for anything other than careful movements.

Placing down Freddie on the floor, you made your way into the kitchen to start on dinner. As you were opening your fridge, you saw from the corners of your eyes that the man was observing everything in your home. You sported a small smile on your face as his eyes wander over the protection symbols carved onto your walls. "Is pasta alright for you?"

Curls whipped against his face as he turned to you, "Yes, that sounds wonderful. My name's Brian, by the way. Brian May." He walked to the counter and leaned his forearm on it, streching out his other hand for you to shake. You grinned at him and shook his big hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Brian."

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Starry Night

pairing/s: brian may x reader

summary: you and brian are in ravenclaw, and in 6gh year, he finally asks you out

warning/s: fluff, harry potter au

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Brian had been silent the whole day, which was a normal occurrence, but he didn't correct Freddie of his wrong facts or even rambled on about something he read the day before. He didn't even participate in his Charms class. His friends were worried since that was his favourite subject at Hogwarts.

Though, none of them blamed him— Roger teased him, that bugger— because Brian had asked you out on a date. They knew how long he had liked you, which was almost all of their years at school. Even John, the only huffle, puffed at him for not being brave enough to ask them out. But, now that he had, and he didn't even know what to do!

At the Great Hall, all of the students sat at their respective house tables to eat the delicious dinner that was served. Roger was next to him, gnawing on his fried chicken as Brian played with his soup. The blond stared at him hard, his eyebrows furrowed and lips frowning as he chewed on meat.

"Mate, what's wrong?" Brian crinkled his nose, watching the food almost falling out of his friend's mouth. He took a sip out of his goblet, the warm milk settling nicely in his stomach. "Is it because of your date later? Bri, you gotta loosen up a bit, they're just as nervous as you are, see?"

Roger pointed at you, not so subtly, and Brian slapped his hand down. He then looked at you, just sitting a few benches down the table, politely laughing along with your friends. Your eyes found his, so you smiled and waved at him. Brian smiled weakly and waved back, turning to his friend in annoyance.

"You have nothing planned, yeah?" Roger asked him, and he nodded guiltily. He had a hard time figuring out how to impress you. "Okay, hear me out. You guys obviously won't be able to eat dinner, so how about a snack together before curfew? You could even charm something for them."

Brian thought about it; It might just work. He smiled at his friend and patted the blond's back, "This is the only reason why you're in Ravenclaw, mate." Roger retaliated by throwing his chicken bone at him, dramatically wiping his tears.

Tranfigured picnic basket? Check. Sandwiches and crisps? Check. Blue blankets? Check. Did he look good? Maybe.

Standing in the middle of the Ravenclaw common room, Brian patiently waited for you to come down from your dorm. Since he was a prefect, he could get away with being late to curfew for now. He hated abusing his position like this, but he'd do it again if he had another date with you.

Brian heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and as he looked up at you, he wondered if you casted a spell that made him speechless. Or maybe it was only how beautiful you looked. You shyly glanced at him before looking down to see the basket in his hand.

"Hi, Bri." Normally, if his friends called him by the nickname, he wouldn't blush. But, hearing your voice say it, he was warm all over. "Are we heading out?"

"Y-yes, uhm," He stuttered over his words, clearing his throat as you giggled softly. "Well, I noticed that you didn't eat much, so I thought a picnic under the stars would be nice."

"That sounds wonderful." You smiled brightly, reaching out to hook their arm around his. You both walked out the tower and descended to the field. It was quiet, but the silence wasn't suffocating. It was oddly comforting, and he was glad that he didn't have to make any small talk; Brian was pretty sure he would have rambled on and on about something, effectively boring you.

Once you arrived at the field, Brian sadly detached his arm to place one of the blankets on the grass. You sat down and patted the cloth, compelling him to sit next to them. After you settled down, he opened the basket and handed you one of the sandwiches he had prepared.

When you bit down on it, your eyes sparkled happily. "Tuna sandwich? This is my favourite! Did you make it yourself?" You asked him excitedly, finishing the snack in three bites. Brian sighed in relief that you liked it.

"Well, I asked the kitchen elves to help me, but yes I did." He smiled at you as you both relaxed against each other, enjoying the food Brian had brought. Just like that, you chatted about anything and everything, learning more and more about each other. He asked you questions like, "Do you like muggle music?" which garnered him a response, "Yes I do!"

"I could play the guitar for you one day, i-if you'd like," You beamed at him, already excited for that day to come. As you were talking, Brian noticed that you were shivering slightly because of the cool breeze. Bitting his lower lip, he pulled the extra blanket over your shoulders and wrapped it tightly around you. You looked at him with gratitude, and snuggled closer to him. "I have a surprise for you, is that okay?"

Brian waited for their answer in anticipation, hoping you would like it. "Of course, Brian." You smiled sweetly at him and he gulped nervously as he brought out his wand. Taking a deep breath, he muttered a small charm and a bright light flowed out of his wand. The light scattered around you, making it seem like you were surrounded by stars. He gazed at the amazed expression on your face as you slowly sat up to admire the lights. You hesitantly reached out to poke at one, and giggled as it drifted away.

"You look beautiful, (Y/N)," Brian said subconsciously, not able to help himself. It was the truth. The lights glowed softly, illuminating your skin and highlighting your features. You looked at him with wide eyes, the redness of your cheeks and nose visible. When he realized what he said, he stumbled to explain himself. "I mean, you always look beautiful, it's just that-"

Brian was cut off by the warm lips that pressed against his. He froze, only for a moment, before melting into the kiss, slowly moving his lips with yours.

It wasn't like what fiction described. There weren't any fireworks or colours floating around his closed eyes. Instead, a deep affection flooded his heart, overflowing until it poured out of his body. A sense of loss came crashing down on him when you pulled away. Your foreheads were pressed together, as your eyes gazed into each other.

"You don't look half bad, Mr. May," You joked, making him laugh softly, still trying to catch his breath. He leaned in to kiss them one more time, finding your hand to interlock with his. Your head found its place on his shoulder, cuddling closer for his warmth. The tiny lights slowly dimmed, reminding you that you were still outside and that you've been out for far too long. Reluctantly, you stood up and Brian packed up.

As you walked up the stairs to reach the Ravenclaw tower, your hands found each other, uniting once more. When you stepped in the common room, Brian tugged you closer to him, his free hand raised to cup your cheek. He bent down to kiss you again, feeling your hands curl into his hair. You stayed like that for a moment, not wanting to let go of each other just yet. You eventually pulled away, and you smiled at him, slowly walking backwards towards your dorm. You waved at him, your lips caught in between your teeth. "Good night Brian, I had a great time."

"Me too. Is it right for me to assume that there's going to be another date?" Brian asked you quietly, scared that you might say no. He had no reason to worry, though, as you nodded enthusiatically. For the last time that night, you waved goodbye and ascended up the tower. He stood in the middle of the room once again, bewildered that everything had gone so perfectly. His giddy feelings crept up, and he bounded up the seperate tower, eager for the next date to come.

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