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Being Hers
Elsa x Knight!Reader headcanons
You were a knight, trained from a young age to protect the crown.
Around her age, Elsa found herself drawn to you even through the fear of her powers. She was in love with you from a young age and yet the fear of her powers kept her away from you.
She found herself sneaking out of the self imposed exile of her room just to sneak to the training grounds to see you as you trained with the other guards.
For most of your life growing up in the castle, you felt someone’s gentle eyes on you. You’d see a streak of platinum blonde hair peering around a corner. Anna would often giggle, she knew exactly who it was.
Anna would try anything she could to get Elsa to talk with you. She even slide a ‘do you like Y/N’ note under Elsa’s door once.
When the time came for Elsa to take the crown, you were named Elsa’s bodyguard. Despite having seen her a couple times, the sight of her beauty took your breath away.
What you didn’t notice was that her breath had hitched at the sight of you in your armor.
‘Your majesty’ you bowed to her.
‘my knight’ she bowed back.
And then came the frozen lake incident. Anna ordered you to look after the people of Arendale along with Hans. You saw through his facade.
It was you that defended Elsa against Hans when Anna made her sacrifice and subsequently saved both herself and Elsa.
Elsa’s heart was finally open and yet she was still a little shy around you. Even in the comfort of her study while you stood at the ready, she could only steal little glances at you.
‘I’m at your side always, my queen’ you tell her.
‘please’ she gently asks you, ‘when it’s just us, call me Elsa’
‘of course…Elsa’ the sound of her name on your lips made her shutter a little.
It was the combined efforts of Anna, Olaf, Kristoff and Sven that finally got Elsa to admit her feelings for you.
Elsa professed her love for you while you and her were in her study.
‘Y/N’ she found her throat dry, ‘I-I can’t have you as my bodyguard anymore.’
‘I’m sorry, my queen?’
‘I-I wish for you to be mine.’ Elsa stutters, ‘I love you. I know it goes against every oath and every vow you’ve taken but-’
You close the gap and kiss her gently. Despite the supposed chill of her powers, you found her touch, her lips, to be extremely warm. Her arms wrap around your neck as yours wrap around her waist.
Elsa giggles in delight, ‘I’ll take that as a yes?’
‘I love you Elsa’ you whisper against her lips, ‘I don’t care what oath or what vow, you’re worth breaking them’
‘Maybe we can make some of our own vows some day’
The idea sounded fantastic.
#frozen imagine#frozen#disney#disney frozen#disney headcanons#elsa of arendelle#elsa#elsa frozen#queen elsa#elsa x reader#frozen disney#headcanon#queen x reader#queen x knight
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Akira was always particular to kiss. He kissed like he tried to always match your rhythm. While appreciated at times, you couldn't help but be a tad disappointed at his lack of initiation. Still he managed to be pleasant to kiss. His lips were always warm and never chapped. He had a surprising fondness for a vanilla latte chapstick he got at the import store. But for as much as he tried to match you, follow what you enjoyed most about kissing. His lips always curled into a smile after a few seconds too many. He couldn't help it! Something about kissing you always made him smile.
Tae never had any issues leading. She was always forward. Once she'd opened up to you, she admitted it was because she was afraid to not take the chance. You were something she didn't want to let escape due to her inaction. It was sweet in a way. While she wasn't big on PDA, Tae rarely hesitated to give you a kiss before you left her office or before she left your place. Those ones were quicker typically, almost shy in a way. Her usual ones however, those were your favourite. They were always longer lasting, emphasized by her hands on your hips, fingertips gently pressing into your skin.
Sometimes kissing Goro was like playing an ongoing chess game. You could never really predict his next move. Sometimes it was gentle and soft, a hand on your lower back, the other by his side. The utmost respectful of men. Other times though, there was a tad more.. Passion. In his actions. Gloved fingers tugging you closer, lips moving hastily against yours. He certainly was something when he pulled back, eyes wide and cheeks flushed red. As if he couldn't believe his own actions. He always apologized when he got that like, but his flustered expression was always something to look forward to. Especially when you followed up with another kiss and the prince detective became horrendously flustered by it.
Makoto was always respectful when she kissed you. Her arms around your neck, standing a respectful distance away from you. It was endearing really, she was very cute. Though her chaste and respectful kisses nearly never lasted. She'd get ten or fifteen seconds in before she pulled you in closer to her. Her eyebrows furrowed with determination, a rebellious spirit burned in her touch, in her kiss, her actions. Makoto was so used to being a certain way, acting a certain way. With you, that all seemed to melt away. With you she found her walls crumbling, and her kisses conveyed she wouldn't want it any other way.
#persona 5 x reader#tae takemi x reader#akira kurusu x reader#goro akechi x reader#makoto niijima x reader#joker x reader#crow x reader#queen x reader#༻Tenebris#༻Seraph's Whisper#gn reader#persona 5#persona 5 royal
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Delicate, Roger Taylor
Word Count: 900~
Everyone knows Roger is a constant complainer. Not to mention one of his favorite hobbies is bickering with his bandmates. However, there's something Roger is excellent at doing - getting attention one way or another from me, his girlfriend.
"Lovie," I hear Roger yell from his 'office' (a room with a drum set and soundproof walls). His voice gives away his neediness, and I can't help but smile to myself with a shake of my head. Lifting the TV remote from my lap, I mute the telly as I turn away from the random show and look toward the hallway. "I need you!" he further adds, making me let out a little laugh in response to his dramatic voice.
Standing from the couch, I head toward the room at the end of the hallway before opening the door to see Roger sitting beside his drum-set, rubbing his hand as if he hurt it. The room is the same way it was yesterday, meaning he barely started practicing after sitting down. Not to mention his long blond hair is still combed down rather splayed everywhere due to his sporadic movements while drumming. That's definitely not normal for Roger
"Are you okay, honey?" I ask, moving closer to sit across from him. Once I do, he scoots forward and plants his head onto my lap where he nuzzles into me while sighing. I can tell he's stressed out - it's evident in his breathing and slightly scrunched face.
"No, I'm not," Roger gently confesses, bringing his hands up to lay in my lap as well. His fingers gently knead against the skin of my thighs for a few seconds before Roger stops with almost a pained hiss. "My... my hands keep cramping," he explains, laying them back on my legs. "They've started hurting terribly."
"Would you like me to rub them?" I ask Roger, reaching down toward his hands. Looking back up at me, Roger slyly smirks to which I squint my eyes at him with a small, "Or not," My words quickly shut down his comment, Roger giving in with a small 'hmph'. He can't even last ten seconds without his mind jumping to something dirty.
Taking his hands in mine, I hold them up to my eyes and frown at the purple and red splotches that cover Roger's fingertips. "Roger, baby," I mutter, running my thumbs over his warm palms. Looking back at me, he lightly smiles and tries to brush my worries off, but I don't let him. "Stay here," I tell him before standing from the wooden floor and heading out into the hall.
Once I'm in our bedroom, I quickly grab the lavender hand lotion from my side table drawer and turn around, only to find Roger entering our room a few seconds after me. Instead of doing like I said and staying in his drumming room, Roger plants himself on our bed where he lays back and gestures for me to join him. "Didn't I tell you to stay put?" I tease him, causing a smile to rise to the blond's lips.
"The drum floor is quite uncomfortable, dear," he tells me, patting his lap. "Come. Sit." Roger adds, now smirking.
"Oh, God, Rog," I almost exclaim, fighting my ever-growing smile and red blush. Tossing the bottle of hand lotion toward him, I point toward him. "And to think I was going to massage your hands in thanks for all your hard work!"
Instantly, his smirk drops and he's sitting straight up rather than lying back. "I promise I'll be good," he states almost as if he were a child begging to go somewhere. "Please, I won't make any more dirty comments."
At his begging, I wait a few seconds before giving up the fight to not smile and letting out a dramatic sigh. "That's impossible for you," I tell him, plopping down on his lap and taking his hands in mine. He must've thought I wasn't going to accept his previous invitation going by the slightly shocked look that takes over his face only to be taken over by bliss.
Once I'm finished massaging his first hand, I start massaging the other one, only to let out a small laugh as I do so. "What?" Roger pipes up, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes and a curious smile. He's so relaxed, that he could probably fall asleep right now.
At his question, I smile back before pressing our hands together, palm to palm. "Your hands are so much bigger than mine," I note, moving my fingers to go between his. "And yet, they fit so perfectly together..."
"Maybe it's because we're meant to be together," Roger concludes, rolling us over so we can lie beside each other. He instantly pulls me into his arms as soon as he can, pressing me to his chest as I simply savor the closeness of our hold. "Wouldnt you agree?" He asks, making me smile up at him.
However, before any more time passes, Roger quickly presses his lips to mine for a few moments until he pulls away, smiling as he stares down at me with nothing but gentleness in his eyes. Squeezing our still interlocked hands, he leans close enough to place his lips on mine once again, but surprisingly, he doesn't, and instead, he chooses to speak up once more. "But then again, I've always known that~"
#roger taylor x reader#roger taylor#roger taylor imagine#roger taylor imagines#roger taylor x fem!reader#roger taylor fanfic#roger taylor queen#roger taylor fanfiction#queen band#queen imagines#queen imagine#queen x reader#bohemian rhapsody x reader#bohemian rhapsody imagine#bohemian rhapsody#ben hardy#ben hardy imagine#ben hardy imagines#ben hardy x reader#ben hardy fanfic#ben hardy x fem reader#ben jones
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hello! could you write something about being brian may’s younger sibling and dating roger taylor?<3
You had the BIGGEST crush on Roger Taylor.
Brian knew you far too well to not realize, he brought it up one day and you very reluctantly admit that you thought he was so fine.
When the two of you get together, you're so embarrassed at the fact that your dating one of your brother's closest friends LMAO
Brian knows.
You guys are sort of obvious about it? Like on accident you two fr think no one catches on but they do.
Roger thinks you guys are so slick, like he deadass thinks Brian has no idea.
Brian will give Roger weird looks when you and him joke around together, sometime's Roger will pull you aside and be like 'Do you think he's catching on, do you think he's catching on?'
Like yes Roger he's caught on.
Brian finally tells Roger that he knows and Roger is DUMBFOUNDED
"How long have you known, then?" "About two weeks." "WHAT?"
He was literally kind of disappointed he was like 'am I actually that bad at keeping secrets'
(he is)
Brian is very happy for you though.
Not as happy for Roger, but he's happy you're finally in a happy relationship.
The thing is, he's not too happy that it's with Roger.
"Why him?" "He's cute." "And?" "Funny, nice, respectful--" "Nice? Respectful? I thought you were dating Roger, not John."
He learns to love it after a while, when he finally gains trust of Roger.
Roger pulls him aside one day and is like 'ok can you cut this shit, I really like your sister stop being sour about it.'
Stuff like that.
Brian was shocked, never in his life had Roger done something like that in context of a relationship.
He was like 'ok, yeah, fine'
So now he loves you guys.
#roger taylor hcs#roger taylor headcannons#roger taylor x reader#roger taylor#queen#queen x reader#queen fic#brian may#brian may x reader#brian may hcs#brian may headcanons
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Green
Pairing: Roger Taylor x Queen!reader
Genre: flooff
Summary: after the infamous hair dye mishap, (y/n) changes their hair color in solidarity
Warnings: none
I woke up this morning to a loud shrieking coming from somewhere in the house.
“Roger?”
The bed next to me was empty and I got scared. What if something happened to him?
Another yell echoed through the house and I finally got up. There was an old tennis racket in the closet, which I grabbed as I carefully walked into the hall. It wasn’t gonna do much damage but at least it was something.
“Roger?” I called out again, “Are you there?”
“(y/n)?” his voice called from down the hall. Why on earth was he screaming in the bathroom at 7am on a Saturday?
I banged on the bathroom door, “Roger? Rog, are you okay? Open up.”
“I’m okay, don’t worry love”
“Then open up”
“I… I can't,” he said from the other side.
“Is the lock stuck? Hold on, I’ll go get a screwdriver-“
“No!” he sounded panicked.
“My god Roger you’re acting as if you’ve got a girl hidden in there,” I rolled my eyes before rethinking what I’d said, “You don’t, right?”
He scoffed, “Of course I don’t (y/n).”
“C’mon, then what’s so bad that you locked yourself in a bathroom?”
He paused for a few moments. “Please don’t laugh.”
The bathroom lock clicked and Roger finally opened it. At first he looked fine, still dressed in pajamas. And then I saw the atrocity he was hiding. His hair, his beautiful blond locks, that hair that everyone admired, was now a violent shade of green. His face was pulled into an almost comical frown. Despite his plea, I couldn’t help myself, the scene before me was just too funny.
“(y/n),” he whined, “You promised you wouldn’t laugh at me.”
“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you.”
“Yeah right,” he grumbled.
“Aw, come on Rog, it’s really not that bad,” I said, running my hands through his newly dyed hair.
“We have a show tonight (y/n)” he said, “I have to go out there with green hair for hundreds of people to see.”
•••
We arrived at the theater at 5pm for sound check. It was a nice place, room for over a thousand people, and we all had our own dressing rooms. I loved the rest of the band, but there were only so many flying hairbrushes I could dodge.
Naturally, the first thing we heard as we made our way backstage was Brian’s, “Nice hair mate.”
“Shut up,” Roger grumbled.
“Hi (y/n),” Brian greeted me cheerily before turning back to Roger, “What on earth were you trying to do?”
Roger desperately looked over at me for help. I just shrugged. As much as I felt bad for him, it was his own mess. And what a funny mess it was too.
“I was trying to dye it blonde,” he said in a small voice.
“Blonde?” John asked incredulously, “You were trying to dye your already blonde hair blonde?”
“I wanted a different kind of blonde.”
“Roger darling, I hate to break it to you but blonde is blonde,” Freddie joked.
“(y/n) they’re bullying me.”
“Aww come here you poor thing,” I dramatically threw my arms around him, “You boys leave Roger alone. Run off and tune your instruments now.”
“You’re no fun,” Freddie replied in mock-annoyance.
But they did leave, one by one, all going to their own dressing room to get ready. The start of the show was drawing nearer by the minute and there were costumes to be donned and guitars to be tuned and eyeliner to be perfected. I too had a lot of preparing to do. There was something I had planned that might make Roger feel at least a little better about his hair.
“Is my hair really that bad?” Roger asked once everyone else had left.
Though he had laughed off the other’s comments, he sounded genuinely worried about going on tonight. I hadn’t seen him like this before a show since the band had started.
“I promise, it’s not as bad as they’re saying. You know them, they have to poke a little fun. They don’t mean it,” I reassured him.
Roger nodded and kissed me gently on the forehead.
“Am I still pretty though?” he asked, batting his eyes. He was right back to his old self.
“You’re still the prettiest boy here.”
“Reeeally?”
“Yes, now go get ready!” I laughed.
He kissed me one last time and headed off to his own dressing room.
We still had an hour left before the show, if I hurried up I would be ready just in time to go on.
•••
“FIVE MINUTES,” a voice boomed through the hall.
I looked in the mirror one last time, messing up my hair just enough to look good, and not like my hairdryer had exploded. The rest of the band was already strapping on guitars and doing last minute warm ups when I got there. Roger’s eyes grew wide as he saw me.
“(y/n)?” he asked in disbelief, “What did you do to your hair?”
Even in the dim backstage lighting, the dyed orange hue of my hair was clearly visible.
“I dyed it,” I explained, “Now you’re not the only one who’s going on looking like they’re from the circus.”
Roger shook his head, “That’s the nicest, and probably dumbest, thing anyone’s ever done for me,” he smiled, “Thank you (y/n/n).”
“Anything for you darling,” I said, giving him a quick kiss.
“TWO MINUTES,” the voice called again.
“Can I ask one thing?”
“Yeah?”
“Why orange?“ he asked jokingly before adding, “At least my green looks cool.”
“Bowie had orange hair and he looks cool as fuck,” I countered.
“I guess you’re right,” he conceded.
“ONE MINUTE.”
Roger quickly leaned over and kissed me. “Good luck,” he smiled and quickly headed over to his drum kit.
I strapped on my guitar and looked over to him one more time. His green hair clashed fantastically with his white shirt. Roger raised his eyebrows as he caught my stare.
I shot him a quick wink as the final call came, “AND… SHOWTIME!”
The last thing I saw before turning to face the crowd was Roger wink back at me. The crowd’s screams and claps were deafening, but soon enough Freddie’s voice overpowered even that.
#roger taylor x reader#roger taylor imagine#queen x reader#queen imagine#roger taylor#queen#mattie writes
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You Remind me of daisies
Today was a beautiful day to just go out and bask in the calming yet peaceful scenery. Skies are clear, flowers are blooming and the animals are out as well. It was the perfect day for you and Brian to have a lil picnic together and just relax with no worries.
Brian watched you in awe as you were picking out flowers in a nearby field while he was reading and eating a few of the strawberries. Strawberries you manage to grow and plucked from the garden, Strawberries that were so sweet and delicious just like you.
He goes back to his book more just to read a little as you were busy. As he was reading, a ladybug landed on his hand. He spots the ladybug and just starts talking to it. ''Having a Grand time as well?'' He says to the ladybug. It starts crawling around on his hand, he very gently yet softly touches the ladybug. ''Hungry?'' ''if you are you can have some of the strawberries my dear grew.'' He said while smiling, as if the ladybug was listening to him it flew directly to the basket, Brian watched as the ladybug disappeared into the basket.
''Who were you talking to bri?'' You asked, just in time as the bug flew away while you just appeared beside him holding a big bouquet of flowers and looking a lil winded.
''Oh, i was talking to a new friend.''
''Who was it luv?''
''a ladybug.''
''Awww.''
He looks at the flowers
''How much did you get?''
''Oh!'' ''i got a lot, it was like i was at the farmers market!'' You excitingly say, as you sit beside him as you go into detail of much flowers were there and how you went crazy getting them plus trying to be careful as well. He smiles as you into more details, He always loved it when your like this. Telling him things that some people may not care about deeply but to him it does cause it's from you and he loves learning about new things or just random stuff as well.
''-id you know there's a fruit called the dragon fruit?'' ''I didn't.'' You Laughed and suddenly remember the flowers you were holding. ''Oh and bri these are for you.'' You say, giving him the bouquet of flowers.
He gets the Bouquet
''Aw, thank you Luv.'' He said. Brian looks at the flowers and realizes what kind they are.
''Are these daises?''
You Nod, laying your head on his shoulder.
''Why?''
''Because.... You remind me of them.''
''I do?'' ''How?''
''Well, There charming~ You pecked his neck softly, he blushes a litte
Silly~ You boop his nose, he chuckles
And....'' You take one of the daises out of the bouquet.
''And what sunshine?'' He asked, Using that little nickname for you.
''Beautiful just like you~''
You Sweetly say as you put the flower in his hair, he looks up you at those Gorgeous Brown eyes of his.
''Beautiful like a daisy.''
#ok to rebagel#brian may#brian may moodboard#queen#70s#80s#moodboard#aesthetic#might do a older brian may~#butter's moodboards#queen moodboard#queen band#queen x reader#brian may x reader
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makoto nijima asking you out
pairing: makoto nijima x gn!reader
tags: wholesome fluff, confession
makoto got the idea how to ask you out from a manga that eiko gave her
she didn't really know how to confront you, but she didn't want to ask her sister, so advice from a book sounded like a good idea to her!
so, makoto wrote you a little note, in which she asked you to meet her behind the school, after classes were over
she slipped that note into your locker and then simply had to wait until the end of the day, before showing up at the place in the note
she was nervous you wouldn't show up, but when you did, makoto was really happy
it was then that she confessed to you, telling you that she admired you and has liked you for quite a while, but now wants to take the next step and get closer to you
makoto proposes a date at a cafe or a restaurant, offering to either pick for you or let you pick a place you'd prefer
either way, all she wants is to spend time with you. where you two go isn't the important part…
#persona x reader#persona 5 x reader#persona 5 strikers#persona 5 royal#persona 5#persona 5 the animation#makoto nijima x reader#makoto nijima#makoto x reader#nijima x reader#x reader#fluff#headcanons#confession#x you#x y/n#x gn reader#makoto#nijima#persona#p5#p5 x reader#queen#queen x reader
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Queen with Reader
With Brian May x Reader undertones
Christmas with Queen!
You had gone through university with Brian, Roger and Freddie as you were also working towards an art major. Once they became Queen and added John Deacon, the five of you had become inseperateable. You were always around them.
You had known that when the holidays were coming around, Freddie would insist on doing something very big. It was only natural of them. However you insisted on bringing your own decorations to help decorate the studio.
John and yourself were always dancing to Christmas music or singing along to whatever you could play on piano. Freddie didn't want let anyone help with the decorations.
"I have a vision, my dear, and frankly, you'll only get in the way. I hope you understand."
"Come on, it's Christmas," you whined back at him.
"Oh fine."
You clapped your hands and grabbed a piece of garland to start adding to the window ledges.
“I can’t reach!” You shouted, standing in your toes.
“Even Roger can reach!” Freddie teased.
“Hey!”
“You know, standing there and gawking won’t help the decorations go up.”
“I’ll go find a ladder. Or a stool.” Said John, setting down his own piece of tinsel.
You dismissed his intentions. “Eh, it doesn’t matter. Rog, come here.” You waved him over.
You looked up to gage the distance then positioned Roger by the wall. Then you walked behind him and jumped on his back.
“What are you doing!” He laughed.
“Stand still!” You strung the garland to the wall just before letting go and jumping off Roger.
Freddie looked between you two. “My darling, Y/N, I love you, but you’re not clambering onto my shoulders."
You and Roger exchange glances. You two matched the same glances and immediately you both run at Freddie. He attempts to hold him still while you start to climb on his back.
Brian was brooding the whole time. For no reason really. He had expressed his feelings towards helping, but he found many an excuse to whine and read elsewhere.
That went on until entire studio had been decorated with tinsel and ribbon, garlands just about on every wall, and there was mistletoe hanging by the front door.
"I get the star! It's my tree." You laughed as everyone went digging through the box.
Brian was content to sit read the newspaper, now joining everyone in the main room.
You had stood on your toes, reaching up to attach the star. That's when you heard a snicker. You dropped a hand to your hip and looked over your shoulder to scowl.
"Are you just gonna laugh at me?"
Brian looked up at you, laughing aloud this time. You crossed your arms.
"Would help me?"
"No, no, why don't you ask John. He's just about as tall as me." Brian said.
"Are you really being angry with me because I didn't ask you for help? Please?" Brian and you held eye contact. "Please," you tried again.
Brian stood up, coming up behind you to hoist you from the waist, seemingly stronger than he seemed.
You placed the star on and Brian set you down. Freddie clapped. John went around to shut off the lights, Roger to plug in the tree.
"Merry Christmas, you jerk," you said to Brian with a smile.
"Happy Christmas to you too, Y/N." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and placed a kiss on your cheek.
You were going to enjoy the holidays, you decided.
#queen x reader#queen band#brian may x reader#brian may#roger taylor#freddie mercury#john deacon#ask#request
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I’m really trying to write more and I’m sorry I haven’t been the most active, but life is repetitively kicking my ass. So it’s been hard to want to write at all.
But for when I do start writing more I wanted to ask what you all would be most interested in seeing me write more of:
(Edit: There’s still a few days until this pole closes but I’m like 99.9% Good Omens is gonna be the definite winner here.
So if you see this and you wanna give my blog a try dont be afraid to send me a request 💕
As for the other fandoms mentioned I’ll still write for them just probably not as much.)
(Edit: The winner is Good omens! So as soon I get requests I’ll gladly start writing for it, and due to WWDITS coming in second I’ll start writing for it aswell)
#good omens#ineffable husbands#harry potter#harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban#what we do in the shadows#david bowie x reader#harry potter x reader#what we do in the shadows x reader#good omens x reader#queen x reader#the beatles#queen band#the beatles x reader#david bowie
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Bed Rest (Roger Taylor x Reader)
Summary: When Roger's final calls for him to give a medical exam to a patient of his choice, his sleepy, sweet little roommate (Y/N) is more than willing to help.
Warnings: Curse Words, Mentions of a Mean Ex-Boyfriend, Slight Nakedness?, Pining, Fluff, Mentions of Body Insecurity
A/N: I wrote this a long while ago for a friend but never got around to giving it to her!! Well she's not feeling well today so I figured it was a good time :^) I love you, darling. (I'll get a read more cut on this asap!!)
P.S. I GET TO GO TO A QUEEN CONCERT TOMORROW. I'VE NEVER BEEN MORE EXCITED FOR ANYTHING.
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Roger was stumped from the moment his professor had passed out the packet. It sounded simple enough, sure. A full practice exam on a patient of his choice. It'd be an easy test grade for him. That is, if he could find a patient.
He'd wracked his brain. It's not like he could ask any of the boys to be his subject. I mean, he technically could, but he sure as hell wouldn't be able to look any of them in the eye again after performing a thorough medical exam. God knows he couldn't ask any of his family members. Somehow, that seemed even worse. He even had a handful of ex girlfriends he'd considered choosing from, but decided that in all honesty, he'd rather take a failing grade.
He'd thought on it for a week now, habitually ignoring the assignment whenever it drifted to the front of his mind. But now, it was Sunday night, and his report was due the next morning. He chewed his thumb as he scanned his biology textbook, rubbing his shoulder nervously with his free hand.
"What's wrong?"
Roger's neck ached when he turned around to look at you, and he suddenly realized how long he'd been stuck hunched over his coursework. He smiled softly to himself as you carefully sat down a mug of tea in front of him.
"What do you mean?" He hummed, shoulders clicking as he stretched his arms up above his head. He reached for his drink with a little groan.
Taking one last sip, you rested your mug beside his and brushed his mussed hair back a bit, revealing the collar of his tshirt. He was confused for a moment until you gently pulled the neck of his shirt to reveal his collarbone, red from the constant friction of his rough fingertips. Your brow furrowed, "You're rubbing yourself red, bub."
Roger's chest felt light at the thought of you looking after him. He smiled softly, giving your hand a little appreciative squeeze. " 'm alright, lovie. I promise. 've just got a project due tomorrow and I haven't even started." He sighed, tossing the packet onto his textbook.
You frowned, sitting beside him at the table and fetching the papers, skimming through them. "What all needs done?"
Roger smiled again, to himself. You'd been overworked yourself, recently. Three papers due that week as well as a test. This had been your first free day in a long while, yet here you were, ready to help.
"It's not a hard assignment. I basically just need to give a physical. The thing is, all the volunteer spots were full in the clinic. Don't really have a subject." He sighed, raking a hand through his already disheveled hair.
Your eyes scanned the paper again as he sighed.
"If it were just a check up I'd just ask one of the boys or something, you know? But it's...it's just a lot. I don't know. Pretty...intimate?"
Your eyes went wide at the word. You swallowed thickly, "Intimate?"
"Well, 's nothing weird, I suppose. 's all normal practice. Just stuff that makes you a bit squirmy, I think."
Your eyes caught on the list. Throat. Ears. Mouth. Eyes. Nose. Everything seemed pretty run of the mill until you reached the last note of the bunch. Pelvic. Your pulse sped a bit at the thought. His warm, rough hands carefully feeling over your tummy and hips.
Your stomach churned. You'd been Roger's roommate for nearly four years now, and his best friend for far longer. He'd had girls over plenty of times. It had never really bothered you to accidentally walk in on a drunken makeout or see a girl on her way out the morning after. That is, until one afternoon you'd come home from class to find him sitting on the couch, a girl fast asleep across his lap with her forehead snuggled in against his neck. He toyed with her hair passively and traced shapes over her skin as he gave you an apologetic smile. "Sorry..." he'd whispered. "She's hungover. Too poorly to go on just yet. I promise I won't let her stay long."
Something in you felt crushed at the sight. Why couldn't you have that? Why couldn't you doze off in his lap and let him hold you tight and play with your hair? Why couldn't he draw soft little shapes over your skin?
It'd been so long since you'd felt gentle, loving touches. It'd been so long since you'd been taken care of. You were starved for it. And now, the opprotunity had been dropped in front of you. Roger was looking for someone to take care of.
"I...I'm...."
Roger's blue eyes met yours, his brow raising.
"I can do it...with you..."
His stomach flipped. "Hm?"
You swallowed thickly, cheeks quickly going red. "Y-Your project, I mean." You couldn't read his expression, and you were starting to crumble in on yourself a bit until his voice broke your train of thought.
"You would do that?" He could see your blush now, warming your cheeks and the tops of your ears. "You wouldn't mind it?"
You gave a little shrug, your muscles starting to relax just now that you knew he wasn't laughing at you. "Want to help you...I wouldn't mind it I don't think. Haven't had a check up in a long time."
"I wanted to ask you", He admitted. "You were the first person I thought of, actually I just...I don't know. Felt a bit tone deaf."
You crooked your brow, though you were relieved that you were someone he'd actually considered. "Tone deaf?"
"Well yeah, I..." He shrugged, and you could've sworn you saw his cheeks go pink too. "I just...We'd talked in the past about how Daniel was an ass to you about your body... Didn't want to ask you to take off your shirt or be vulnerable for me after you've dealt with all that, hm?"
Your heart ached. You'd forgotten you'd told him about Daniel. You found yourself surprised he'd remembered something so trivial as an offhanded complaint you'd made about your ex boyfriend.
In Roger's mind, it'd been hard to forget. He'd hated Daniel from the moment you'd started dating him, and while surely some of that hate could be attributed to jealousy, most if it came from the soft sobs Roger would hear coming from your room after your night's out with him. Daniel always had some little sharp edged comment to make about what you were eating or how you looked. Roger had nearly flinched the first time he'd heard Daniel scold you, knowing exactly how deep his comments would really cut.
"I'd do it for you." Roger was pulled from his memory by your tiny, shy voice. "Don't think I'd be so scared with you."
"You're sure?"
You thought for a moment. Was this a good idea? Definitely not. But somehow, you were desperate enough risk embarrassing yourself.
"Yeah. Wanna help."
He gave a grateful smile, flipping through the pages of the packet. "I promise I'll try and make sure it's over quickly, alright? Just a check up." He said this, mostly for his own sanity. Just a quick check up, right? It's routine. No reason for his heart to race or his ears to heat up. "Do you wanna go sit on my bed? And I'll meet you in there? Just have to grab my kit."
You nodded quickly, trying to cool your cheeks down a bit as you wandered off to his room.
This wasn't so bad. His room. You'd been in Roger's room with him loads of times. It was small and cozy and warm and it smelled like him. You could look at all the photos and posters and magazine clippings he'd stuck to the walls every which way. You sat on his worn comforter nervously, before giving in and laying down on his bed, your head snuggled into his pillow. Gosh he smelled good.
He always came home so beaten after shows, only sparing enough energy to lazily wash off before he fell into his unmade bed. So many times you'd thought about how nice it'd be to kiss him to sleep, then. To press your lips to the water droplets that scattered over his belly and hips. To comb through his wet locks with your fingers and smell traces of his body wash on his still-flushed skin.
This was close enough, for now, though. Drifting off in his bed, imagining him cradling your face...cooing your name softly...
But you weren't imagining it. Your eyes fluttered open for a minute to find your roommate there before you, grazing your cheek with his thumb and trying to wake you softly. His voice was sweet, and he had a sympathetic smile. "Sleepy thing...you want me to let you rest, sweetheart?"
"No..." you hummed softly. "Don' go." You held his hand to your face as if you were worried he'd run off. "Just got comfortable is all."
Roger smiled to himself. What a sight to find you curled up on his bed, your head resting against his pillows. He could get used to that.
" 's alright, lamb. You can stay cozy. We'll be quick, I promise."
He squeezed your hand where you still held his before thumbing through the packet he'd been given. He squinted at it for a moment before frowning and sighing, pulling his glasses out of his pocket and sliding them onto his nose. He didn't notice your pleased smile at this development as he skimmed the page.
"Alright..." you watched his pen as he quickly jotted down the information he already knew; Your full name, age, and birthday. He passed you the pen, "Do you want to write down your weight? I promise I won't look if you don't want me to. Or we could just skip it if you'd rather?"
Your chest ached at his desperation for you to feel comfortable. You gave him a grateful smile and took the pen, scribbling down an estimate. He returned the smile with one that read as both thankful and reassuring, and continued down the list of questions.
"Ok. Interview's over. I promise." He clicked his pen, rolling his eyes in a way that made you hum a giggle. "Just going to run through this checklist now. Is that ok? Look you over?"
You nodded sweetly, his thumb grazing over the back of your hand soothingly.
"How have you been feeling lately, sweetheart?" He said it so earnestly you couldn't tell if he was asking for the exam or if he was truly just checking in on you.
" 'm alright." You yawned. "Been a bit tired from school and all but that's normal, I think." He nodded, scribbling something down.
"Nothing's been hurting you?"
You could have let him dote over you forever. "I mean, I've been a bit anxious. Maybe a headache or a tummy ache here or there but nothing terrible."
" 'm sorry, love." He hummed under his breath as he noted that, and you barely heard him. "Any muscle soreness?"
"Only if I sleep wrong."
You giggled weakly and his heart fluttered at the sound, "Christ, don't I know it." He shook his head. "I wake up feeling bloody geriatric after shows."
You frowned slightly at the idea of him in pain, but he didn't seem too phased as he dug through his bag, pulling out a little reflex hammer and helping you sit up a bit.
"Ok, darling. This won't hurt. Just gonna let you kick me around for a bit eh?" He chuckled and you smiled, watching carefully as he gently tapped a spot on your right kneecap, making your reflex fire. "Good." He cooed, checking off something on the paper before testing your left as well. "Very nice, love."
He gently tucked the little hammer away, before holding out his hands to you.
"Ok sweetheart...I'm gonna hold your hands ok? And I'm going to press up on them. Keep me from lifting them ok? Just push down."
You nodded, pressing down against his hands as he pressed up against yours.
"Good! That's my girl." He grinned. You tried to hide your blush, but were unsure if you'd managed.
He tried the same test in a few other spots and made a note under the little header reading "Musculo-Skeletal" before turning the page. He pulled his stethoscope from his bag,
"I'm sure you're acquainted with this hm?"
You nodded, "You'll listen to my heart?
"And your lungs. Just making sure everything's sounding nice in there." He warmed up the bell on the his sleeve, "Can I tuck this under your shirt collar? Have a listen?"
You laid back for him, allowing him to slip a hand beneath your shirt to press the scope against your heart. You couldn't help the happy, relaxed sigh that escaped you at the feeling of his warm hand on your heart. In all honesty, you were too sleepy to realize that you'd even made a sound in the first place. Again, Roger's tummy flipped. He brushed some baby hairs back from your forehead lovingly and smiled to himself. "That's it, darling. Take those nice deep breaths for me."
You tried to steady your breathing out and think of things not involving the pretty blonde boy beside you, seeing as he could hear your actively rising heartrate. If he noticed, he didn't say anything, but his cheeks were sweet and rosy as he untucked his hand from your collar and wrote something down.
"Perfect...."
You watched his blue eyes focus in as he wrote, his brow furrowing as he made note of your caffeine intake, which he already knew.
"Rog?"
"Hm?" He glanced up to see your sleepy, enamoured face, and he couldn't help but wish he could hold you. Wish he could crawl right into bed and watch those pretty eyes grow heavier and heavier until you couldn't keep them open any longer.
You yawned, "Can I listen to your heart too?"
His eyebrows raised, heart melting. "Of course love...here. Let me just-" He went to find his stethoscope again in his bag, but before he could, you'd crawled in close to him to rest your head against his chest. He wondered momentarily if you'd heard his heart stop. He relaxed into you, wrapping his arms around you for a moment to hold you while you listened. He felt you breathe a laugh into his sweater and he smirked, pulling back a few inches to look at you. "What is it?"
"Sounds just like your drumming."
Roger laughed, giving you a good squeeze and a little kiss on your forehead. Your eyes meet his and your tummy flipped.
He smiled sofly, brushing through your hair with his fingers. "This next part is a bit more... intimate. Is that ok? We don't have to do it at all if you aren't comfortable. Don't want to make you feel bad."
Part of you wanted to run and hide. The other part of you was just too curious. Too desperate to be looked after by the pretty boy holding you on his chest.
"I...I wanna try it."
He rubbed your back soothingly. "Ok darling. Just let me know right away if you change your mind and we'll stop ok?"
You nodded obediently, squirming a bit at the eye contact.
"Alright...do you..um....do you think you can undress for me love? Down to your bra and panties? " A familiar ache formed low in your tummy. You never thought you'd be hearing Roger's voice asking you to undress for him. Again, you nodded, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt nervously.
"Do you want me to turn my back, honey?"
"N-No it's ok. I'm ok."
Roger tried to get himself to look away, but he couldn't help but let his eyes trail over your soft tummy and breasts as you pull off your shirt, revealing your bra to him. He'd seen that one come through the wash several times. He never thought he'd get to see it on you.
The blush on your face had slowly started traveling down your chest to your tummy as you unbuttoned your pants, and it took everything in Roger not to groan when you pushed your jeans down off your hips to expose your ass and thighs. He was pulled from his thoughts before he could get himself too worked up though, as you got tangled in the fabric and fell backwards from your knees, flat onto his bed. You giggled and he grinned, enjoying the sound of your laugh and helping you pull them the rest of the way off of your shins and over your ankles.
He saw you give a shiver and chew your thumbnail nervously and he quickly grabbed the corner of his comforter, tugging it up around your shoulders so you could snuggle into it. "Ok...I'm supposed to be identifying pulse points. Does that sound alright?"
You nodded, snug and cozy in his blankets. His heart felt melty at the sight.
"Ok. I'm going to start up here with temporal...lay back for me darling...that's it."
Carefully, he guided your head back to rest against his pillow. You let him hold your face in his hands as he ever so gently felt around your temples with his ring and middle finger. He looked so pretty and focused there, and he held you like that for a moment, feeling your heartbeat.
"Good, sweetheart." He put a check on his list. "Moving down to facial, and carotid."
His fingers trailed down your face lightly to tenderly press just below your jaw. Everything in you wanted to whimper and arch into his touches, but you managed to ignore the urge. He placed another check down on his paper before moving to cradle your neck.
"This is a sensitive spot, so tell me if it hurts, ok?"
Holding your neck with one hand, Roger grazed two of his fingers along your sternum, pressing them carefully along your collarbone. It didn't hurt. Just a light pressure, right against your throat. " 's that hurting?"
"N-No..." you whispered, not quite trusting your voice.
"Good..." Roger swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the ache in his stomach.
He continued down your chest, feeling the pulse below your breast as well as the ones down your arms. He paused for a moment when he saw the last on his list, his cheeks going rosy.
"What is it?" You cooed, taking his hand in your little one. Warmth bloomed across his chest and he felt a tug at the corners of his mouth.
"This last one is um...well...it's right here." Roger sat up on his knees to show you the spot... Right along his thigh below his stomach. Oh.
"Oh..."
He scratched his neck, about to just shake off the whole idea and mark that one off the list, when you spread your legs ever so slightly for him.
He took a little breath, surprised. "Oh love, we can just mark it off if you'd like. Are you sure? "
You nodded, yawning again. Perhaps normally you'd have a bit more energy to be embarrassed or insecure, but right now? You were all his. Completely malleable. You were sleepy and his hands were warm and he always hummed the sweetest little words of encouragment as he worked. He could have touched you wherever he'd liked and you wouldn't have minded it. You knew Roger would take care of you.
You tugged at the waistband of your panties a bit, "Need t' take 'em off?"
His stomach jumped and he caught your hand, rubbing his thumb over your wrist as he gave your hip a squeeze. "No no 's alright sweetheart. Just lay back for me. I'll be quick."
You nodded and rubbed your eyes, wiggling a bit to get comfy again. Roger paused for a moment, letting his eyes trace over your chest and your pretty little tummy...just soft enough to make you warm and grabable. God and your hips...Roger could have written sonnets about your hips and your thighs. He could've spent hours admiring your soft arms and your back and the little freckles that dotted you here and there and-
He shook his head, clearing his throat as he thumbed at the waistband of your underwear. "Ok, love. I've got you. Just lay nice and still for me alright?"
You took his free hand in yours and held it loosely. Carefully, Roger tapped the crease of your thigh, "Right here. Can I slide my fingers under your panties, love?"
You nodded, watching him with hooded eyes. He swallowed thickly, pushing his fingers inside the leg hole of your underwear and feeling your heartbeat against your skin. "Doing so well for me, honey." He whispered, counting the beats in his head. Finally, he pulled his fingers from your panties and scribbled down a number and a check mark.
"Alright love. You can get your shirt back on." He smiled, giving your leg a squeeze.
You sat up on your elbows, glancing around the bed and frowning as you searched for your top. Roger chucked as you looked under the pillows and blankets. You frowned, defeated, and crossed your arms.
"Aw lamb..." He laughed softly at the scene, "You want one of mine?"
Just as he'd expected, your pretty eyes lit up a bit and you nodded. He grinned to himself, getting up to retrieve an old tshirt from his dresser and toss it to you.
Your hair mussed when you pulled it on, and god, he wanted to kiss you and muss it even more. He had definitely had a dream like this before; you in his bed wearing nothing but his shirt and your panties, sleepy and happy and waiting for him.
Yes. Waiting for him.
Roger cleared his throat and pulled a little pen light from his bag, "Alright, sweetheart, I'm gonna have you follow this light with your eyes, not your head. Sound alright?" You nodded sweetly, looking very small in his old shirt.
He watched you carefully as you followed the light, realizing quickly how heavy your eyes were getting. You were good for him nonetheless, answering little questions about when the light left your sight and which finger he was wiggling in your peripheral vision. He set his papers down when he saw you fighting to keep your eyes open, clicking off the light and climbing onto the bed.
"Whats wrong?" You hum, concerned you'd somehow misunderstood his directions.
"Nothings wrong, angel. We're just gonna get you tucked in, hm?"
He slowly guided your shoulders to lay you down on the mattress, combing through your hair with his fingers and he fluffed his pillow for you.
"B-But we aren't done yet....not done Rog..."
He chuckled at your little frown. "Sure we are."
"You never looked at my tummy." You pouted sleepily, concerned that he hadn't gotten what he needed, but more so wanting him to keep touching you. "Or my ears."
He smiled amusedly, gently coaxing your head to turn slightly to the left and right before cradling your face where you lay, his thumb tracing your jaw.
"They're very pretty ears." He stated matter of factly, pretending to scribble it down.
"Rog..." You wanted to keep going for him. You wanted to be a good patient like he said.
"Hey, I'll keep going, love, but you still have to lay down for me ok? Try and rest?"
You nodded obediently and god you looked so pretty all laid out for him. You took his hand, laying it on your belly encouragingly as you gave yet another yawn.
He giggled sneaking a hand beneath your shirt to rub your hip sweetly. " 's it ok if I touch you here, lamb?" He grazed the bend of his knuckle up and down the center of your tummy and you squirmed, nodding.
You let your eyes rest as his hands held your hips, his thumbs gently pressing inward to feel in a circle around your hip bones. He used two fingers to carefully press down right below your belly button before gently feeling around the spot. You whimpered softly.
' 's that hurt?" He whispered, still examining you.
"No." You squeaked, "No 'm ok."
He hummed a chuckle softly to himself, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Felt nice?"
You give a little "Yes", too blissed out by the feeling on his warm hands to care about being embarrassed. Your eyes fluttered as you heard him write something down. He fished his otoscope from his bag and flipped it on, scooting closer to gently cradle your face again.
"Gonna look at your brain, now." You giggled, turning your head for him to take a look in your ears. "I should be having you look in my ears, really." He hummed softly as he peered through the scope. "Hearing's gone to shit from the drums."
" 's not as bad as your eyes, though." You teased, pushing his glasses up on his nose where they'd, once again, drifted down.
He laughed, turning your head to the other side. "My eyes have gone to shit, hearing's busted...My bones are always aching. I lose my voice once or twice a week. I'm falling apart, aren't I?"
"No..." you cooed softly as he put away the otoscope, and looked him in the eye again. "Just need someone to look after you."
"That's a hard job." His heart fluttered as he held your face again, moving down to gently feel your lymph nodes. You crooned into his touch.
"Not all that hard..." you yawned, eyes once again growing heavy. "Not for someone who loves you."
He smiled. You'd said it so surely. As if there wasn't a doubt in your mind that he was worth taking care of.
"Come're sweetheart." He whispered, cheeks still bright pink. He helped you sit up, guiding you to straddle his legs and settle in his lap. "Now normally this would be done on an exam table, of course." He chuckled softly. "But for now, just give me a big hug, ok? Just relax into me."
He barely got the words out before you'd snuggled up in his arms, giving him perfect access to feel and examine your neck and back.
His hands were gentle as he worked, knowing you often got sore around your neck and shoulders after longer days. You squirmed and whimpered a bit as his fingers grazed your tensed up muscles.
" 's that hurt?" He frowned against your temple.
"No...m jus' tense. I'm ok."
He didn't fight you, though he knew it was hurting you, and instead slowly rubbed small, light circles over the spot. It was uncomfortable at first, but quickly you relaxed into his body warmth as he worked the knots from your shoulders. You fidgeted ever so slightly at the hurt, but melted and cooed softly at the relief it gave you.
"That's my girl..." he sighed, giving you a moment recover from the sensitivity. He kissed your head softly. He wished he could paint. You looked like an angel, warm and soft and perfect.
You finally nodded off after a few minutes, and Roger carefully snuck a hand beneath the back of your shirt to unclasp your bra, maneuvering the straps off your arms without exposing you. "There we are." He whispered, laying you down against his mattress tenderly. Your eyes fluttered as he tossed it off of his bed. "Bet that's a bit more comfy hm?" You nodded, giving a little stretch and holding his hand tight in yours.
"Did...did you finish?" You croaked sweetly, looking up at him with drowsy eyes.
He grinned fondly at you, amazed you were still worried about the exam as you continued to fight to stay awake for him. "I did, silly girl. Check up's over and I've made my diagnosis."
"What's that?" His hair looked so soft and fluffed. Curly. He must have just washed it the night before.
"I'm afraid I'll have to prescribe bed rest. Quite a bit. And a good dinner when you wake up."
You giggled and yawned, but fowned a bit as he tucked his glasses into his back pocket.
He chuckled at your pout, "What's wrong?"
You felt childish, but it all seemed very important in your exhausted brain. "You're so pretty in your glasses but you won't ever even wear them unless you have too."
He laughed, and grinned. "Ohhh love." He crawled up to lay beside you on his bed, getting comfy on top of the covers. "I'm so sorry. I'd no idea I was depriving you so."
You were quick to curl up against his body warmth, tucking the blanket around him and letting his arms cradle you against his chest. He admired you as you rested there, looking so lovely that Roger was almost sure he was dreaming.
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" He whispered, eyes focusing on how your eyelashes rested against your cheeks.
Your heart stopped for a moment and you realized you'd gotten your wish. Here you were, tucked into Rogers bed with him as he played with your hair and drew little pictures over your skin with his fingertips....and on top of that, now he was asking if you thought he was pretty. "I think you're beautiful. So lovely. Lovely, Rog."
He gave a shakey breath and smiled. He could have held you forever. You seemed so small and precious all tucked away in his arms. "You're my pretty girl, too. Such a soft little thing, aren't you?"
Your eyes fought their weight but he cooed to you softly, "There's my little love. That's it. Just rest." And you all too quickly gave in to his body warmth.
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Suffocating
Summary: The reader has a bad anxiety attack at a concert, and Brian is able to assist them.
Pairing: Brian May x fem!Reader
Warnings: Anxiety attack, continuous mentions of anxiety, cringey dialogue? I think that may be it.
Word Count: 2.2k+
A/N: A very, very late request from @theichabbieclub. Hi, love, I’m so sorry this is so late! Things have been very crazy for the past few whatevers and better late than never? My sincerest apologies, but I really hope you like it! It’s been a long time since I’ve written for Queen. And just a general note, I did call Brian May “Mr. May” purposely, only because during the time this takes place, he would not have finished his Ph.D yet and would technically not be a doctor yet, and it is not meant to be disrespectful to him. Enjoy!
You couldn't handle this. You couldn't you couldn't you couldn't. Trapped on the crowded floor with virtually no way out, to say you were feeling claustrophobic would be a gross understatement. This was the downside of going to see a concert, and to have floor seats, and to go with your party-happy girlfriends that didn't understand that you were prone to severe anxiety attacks. It was like a sensory overload, blinded by the strobe lighting, deafened by the booming bass, numbed by the combination of it all, so many, too many bodies constantly bumping into yours and forcing you one way or the other. Your eyes began to blur from the onset of tears. You pressed a hand to your heart, feeling its rapid rhythm. You had to get out of here as fast as you could.
You could feel the onset of your anxiety slowly building and building and building, like a fire had been lit at your feet and the flames have just now reached your throat, licking up your body in a way that made you want to peel your own skin off. Your vision blurred and you honestly didn’t really know where you were going, but you knew that you had to get away from the walls that were slowly closing in on you, cutting off your movement and your breath. Finally you were able to shove your way through the people around you, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and fighting your way to it. You still have no idea how you got past security.
By the time you had escaped the suffocating swarm of people, your eyes were blurring at the edges and your heartbeat was slowing rapidly. Oh no, no, no, no. You couldn’t pass out here… wherever that was. Although there was really nothing you could do, your vision was going and you were getting dizzy. You just hoped you wouldn’t hit your head in the fall.
—
You came to on the floor and positioned on your back. Your necklace was on the ground next to you and you had the most wretched pounding in your head.
“Hey, are you okay? Do you know where you are?”
You tilted your head to the side to see a very tall, slender man with a curly head of hair haloed by the stale fluorescent lights above you. Your headache seemed to worsen as you became aware of them. You tried to sit up but the man placed a hand gently on your shoulder.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea if you move right now.” He said. You quite liked the sound of his voice, he sounded kind.
“I’m… I…” you paused, squinting to look at his face better, then lifted a finger to him, “you were on stage, weren’t you?”
He let out a quiet chuckle, “Yeah, I was. My name’s Brian, what’s yours?”
You told him your name, to which he smiled a very pleasant smile, patting your arm once and standing for a moment. You were about to ask where he was going but then another figure appeared in your line of sight, someone holding a large leather bag. The second man then kneeled before you and opened his bag.
“Hi there,” he said, taking out a stethoscope, “I’m the on-call doctor for the band. I heard you passed out? Do you know who you are? Where you are?”
You then understood Brian had called a doctor of sorts to check your vitals. You shook your head, “No really, I’m good. I know who I am, my name, where I am, all that. I just lost consciousness because I was having a anxiety attack out there,” you sat up before the doctor could protest, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment to adjust to the headrush. “You see, my friends and I, we got floor tickets, and I didn’t realize it would feel so suffocating out there, so I tried to get out, and I ended up here before I passed out.
The doctor nodded, “Okay, well, regardless, I’d like to check you for a concussion. You may have hit your head on the way down, it’s hard to tell. Does your head hurt at all?”
“Only a bit, but it feels more like a headache from the lights,” you pointed up.
“Alright, well let’s double check anyway.”
For a few minutes you sat there while the doctor looked over you, asked you details about yourself like name and where you were from, then had you stand up and walk a few feet back and forth. Once he was done he picked up his bag again.
“Well, you seem to be fine, but I would follow up with your doctor tomorrow, I can’t definitively tell without a CT scan. Take care,” he said, and after waving to Brian, left.
Brian turned to you, “Do you still feel faint? It’s only intermission, and I really don’t want to send you back out there if you’re going to get another anxiety attack.”
“No, I’ll be fine, although I may just go home, I can’t be out there for another hour,” you laughed, “but thank you for all the help. It was a great concert from what I saw.”
Brian thought to himself for a moment, lifting a delicate hand to rub at his pointed chin. “What if you sat on the side of the stage? It’s not as crowded as the floor, and you could get your friends over here too.” He mused, quirking a brow at you questioningly.
You hesitated, “Really? You’d let us do that?”
He nodded, his cheeks flushing a bit, but probably just from the heat.
“Sure,” he paused, calling over one of the security guards, “Dave, could you take this woman out to the floor to get her friends and bring her to side stage left please?”
Dave nodded, then turned to you, “This way, miss.”
He guided you out of the backstage area, where intermission was basically over. You felt a pit in your stomach as you were met with the continuous sea of drunk people talking and milling around, waiting for the band to start up again. You tapped Dave and pointed over to your two friends, who were each holding cheap beers and trying to see over the crowd. You felt guilty, they must have been looking for you. As you drew nearer, Emma spotted you, tapping Olivia on the shoulder and pointing over at you.
“Thank god! We thought you’d been trampled or something!” She shouted over the crowd, reaching out on of her tanned arms to you.
Olivia spoke up, “Uh… are we being kicked out?” She asked, eyeing the security guard close behind you.
Before you could say anything, Dave interjected, “Ladies, Mr. Brian May has requested that you come backstage and watch the rest of the show from there. If you would just follow me.”
They both mirrored each other’s shocked faces, which were then turned to you, a million silent questions being asked at once.
“I’ll explain later,” you dismissed, already feeling the people close in on you the longer you were standing there, motioning your friends to follow you out.
They did without another word, although you could tell they would be attacking you with questions as soon as humanly possible. You all weaved through the maze of people, people talking, dancing, swaying, kissing, and some eyeing the group of you curiously, until finally you broke free and felt the air come back to your lungs. You took in a breath and felt your shoulders drop, glad to be out of that mess.
Dave led you through a few hallways that you didn’t remember navigating when you initially made it back there, but you chalked that up to the desperation to be out of the crowd, and your tunnel vision at the time. The closer you got to the stage, the more people there were, and at first you were a bit worried - would this be just as claustrophobic as out in the crowd? There certainly were a lot of tech people and roadies milling around the area, and they did not seem to care if they were in your walking path. Although that anxiety dissipated as soon as you were actually up to the side stage, realizing that there was certainly not a crowd of people there, just some roadies and a few groupies hanging back to wait for the band, which you could deal with. Dave pointed to a clear space near the front of the stage and guided you all there, where the band was already playing the intro to Now I’m Here.
“Here’s where you will be until the band let’s out. I’ll be nearby, so let me know if you feel like you’re going to pass out again,” he pointed at you, then offered you a friendly smile, retreating to the back wall.
“Okay… I have… so many questions, but let’s start off with the obvious. You passed out?” Emma insisted. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers.
You put a placating hand on her shoulder, “Yeah, but I’m okay! I just got really anxious in that giant crowd and somehow I passed out backstage.”
Olivia blinked at you, “How though?”
“Honestly I have no idea…” you conceded, “But so I woke up and the guitarist, you know that guy with the crazy hair? He found me during intermission and said that if I didn’t want to go back out into the crowd I could come and watch from the side.”
“Okay what kind of fucking book are you living in?” Olivia interjected, though you could see the grin spreading across her lips as she spoke.
You shrugged, “I don’t know, but I’m not gonna question it.”
Your friends laughed in agreement, then paused to listen to the music.
“We’re gonna question it later though, right?” Emma inquired.
“Oh yeah definitely.”
“Absolutely.”
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After the show the three of you were reeling, and you felt on top of the world. The band was amazing, the drinks were flowing, even backstage, and adrenaline was keeping you hopped up and excited. You weren’t ready for Brian to be standing in front of you when you turned from talking to Olivia, and you almost bumped into him.
“Hello, how are you feeling?” He asked, sweaty and breathing heavily from the show, but still exceedingly polite.
You gave him a grateful smile, “I’m feeling much better, thank you Mr. May. We had a really good time,” you gestured back to your friends, still standing behind you in shock.
Brian shifted his gaze to them and held out his hand to shake each of theirs, “Hi, nice to meet you both. I understand your friend had a small predicament earlier. Thank you for accepting the sudden change in location for the concert.”
Emma nodded, still in shock, while Olivia laughed and exclaimed, “Accepting! Please, thank you for inviting us!”
Brian laughed and accepted her thanks, then turned to you, “Would you mind if I had a word with you?”
Your eyebrows lifted, “Um, sure…” you turned back to your friends, checking with them to see if they were okay being left alone for a few moments, but they were already walking away, sending you suggestive grins and thumbs-ups.
You laughed quietly to yourself and allowed Brian to lead you a few feet away to a quieter hallway, close but not so close that you were still surrounded by the stagehands.
“Thank you again, Mr. May, I really cannot thank you enough for earlier, and—“ you began, but he lifted a hand to stop you.
“Please, call me Brian, and it was no trouble. I really just want to make sure you’re okay,” he insisted.
“I’m fine now, thank you,” you assured him.
“Good. So…” he shuffled his feet a little awkwardly, considering his next words, “… I was just wondering if you have anything else going on after the concert?”
You did, you had work the next morning at 7:00 am, but what’s one missed day?
You shook your head, “No.”
Brian nodded, “Good, that’s… good. I was just thinking…” he stopped, bringing a hand to his face to rub over the bridge of his nose and chuckle quietly to himself, “I can’t believe I’m doing this…”
You raised a brow at him.
“Well, I was wondering if you’d be interested in staying back and having a drink with me? On the house, I promise. I just… well to be frank I think you’re really lovely and I…” he trailed off, sneaking a glance to gauge your expression. “…Am I totally out of line here?”
You giggled, your cheeks burning, “No, no, you’re not. I would love to stay. Can my friends stay too? I’m their ride and I can’t leave them,” you explained, also considering the fact that they may kill you if you didn’t invite them to the VIP club too.
“Of course, they can, no problem. But you… you’ll stay? Really?” He checked, giving you a small smile.
You nodded, a bashful smile gracing your lips, “Yeah, why not?”
Brian returned your smile, and you quite liked the way it looked on his lovely mouth.
He held out a tentative hand to you, “Good, good, let’s go then.”
You grabbed hold of his hand, mentally preparing for the night ahead of you.
#brian may#brian may x reader#queen#queen band#queen x reader#writing#this took way too long#and for that i am sorry#anxiety#anxiety attack
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Being Married to the Snow Queen
Elsa x Knight!Reader Headcanons
You were her protector but also the one who stole the Snow Queen’s heart
Anna was cheering for the two of you, she called you her OTP. Whatever that means
You and Elsa were ‘courting’ in private. You stole kisses whenever it was just you and her. She read her favorite books of poetry to you and vice versa.
The Snow Queen just loves being held by her knight. Made her feel loved and safe.
Elsa was the one who asked you to marry her. Technically it was forbidden for you to ask for her hand, she was the queen after all.
You and Elsa wanted a simple wedding. Nothing too fancy or extravagant.
Maybe you shouldn’t have let Anna or the Trolls be the planners.
The wedding ended up being the most extravagant ceremony the Trolls ever put on. You’d hate to see what they’d do for Anna and Kristoff.
Olaf was the ring bearer and Sven was best reindeer. Anna was her sister’s maid of honor. Grandpabby Troll was the Justice of the Peace.
You and Elsa were just happy to finally call one another’s.
She still calls you her knight and you call her your Queen.
You’ll steal any and all time you can with one another.
Elsa will pull you off somewhere and shove you into a closet if she has to just to make out with you.
Kisses? Elsa is a huge fan of any kiss to her face. She giggles when you kiss her eyes. She shutters when you kiss her jaw. And she practically melts when your lips capture hers.
Hugs? Elsa loves hugs from behind. Add in a little dancing sway to the mix and she just melts.
After a long and stressful day, Elsa just loves lying under the covers with you holding her close.
Big spoon or little spoon? Depends.
Elsa’s mischievous side has emerged and you couldn’t be happier. Being with you allows her to be more playful.
She’ll sometimes put an ice wall over your bedroom doors so you and her won’t be disturbed.
Elsa just loves the fact that she can grow old with you and knows that you’ll show your kids just as much love as you show to her daily.
Speaking of kids, the council has been inquiring about potential heirs lately. Elsa politely yet directly tells them to mind their own business.
Truth is you and Elsa have been having those same talks. She’d love to have a little boy or a little girl. Maybe one of each.
Olaf has called dibs on being godsnowman.
Your marriage to Elsa is one full of love, light, and a few laughs. Definitely the woman you can’t live without.
#disney#disney fluff#disney headcanons#headcanon#disney frozen#frozen#frozen fluff#frozen elsa#elsa#elsa x reader#Elsa imagine#queen elsa#elsa of arendelle#queen x reader#queen x knight
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Safe word
Thea (Yes Thea queen): I will torture you now
Y/n : *Smirks* Kinky
Thea : I think you're sweet and beautiful,
Y/n : Wait-
Thea : You deserve to be loved
Y/n : *Backs up* N-No-o
Thea : Your feelings and needs are valid and deseve to be heard
Y/n : I NEED A SAFEWORD
#Y/n is a badass#Y/n#Thea#Queen#Thea Queen#Arrow#Green Arrow#I don't know anymore#Arrowverse#Thea queen x reader#Thea x reader#Queen x reader#Reader x thea#reader x thea queen#reader x queen
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Sick, Ben Hardy
Word Count: 1.2k~
Saturday nights are always date nights for me and Ben. No matter what, we always go out and do something fun together. We'll go to dinner, watch a movie, see a game, anything that sounds like a good time. We always make an effort, and nothing ever stops us from spending time together.
However, as I lay in my bed with nonstop nausea filling my throat and stomach, I feel the need to cancel for tonight. During the seven months that we've been dating, neither of us have ever canceled a Friday night, and that's always something I love about us. Once again, we always make time for each other, so when I think about calling Ben and saying I can't go tonight, I feel even worse.
Reluctantly pressing the green button on Ben's contact, I hold my phone up to my ear and listen to the ringing tone as I wait for him to pick up. As more seconds pass, I find myself trying to hug my blankets as close to me as I can while my body begins to shiver. This stomach pain is starting to cause me to feel cold as well, and it sucks.
"Hello, darling," I hear Ben's voice pick up after the second ring, making me smile. I always love hearing his voice. It carries this tone of protection in it that gives off a feeling of happiness at the same time. "Are you ready for our date?"
At his question, I close my eyes and swallow down the guilt that rises to my throat as my smile lowers into a frown. He sounds so happy - excited, almost. Do I really have to take that away from him? All because of something that could probably be treated with medicine?
As soon as the thought of maybe suffering through the pain and going on a date, another stomach cramp pushes into me, making me almost hunch over in my bed to get through the pain. "Actually, Ben," I start, my free arm wrapping around my stomach as the stinging sensation passes. "I was calling to tell you that I can't come," I explain, my ears almost catching the sound of his heart breaking through the phone speaker. "I think I caught food poisoning from my friend's food at dinner we went to the other night."
"I ate it, and I seem fine," He tells me, his words making me shake my head with an amused smile.
"That's because you have an iron stomach, Ben," I joke, hearing him chuckle on the other end. "And, besides, if you can eat your own cooking, then you can eat practically anything."
"Oi!" Ben dramatically exclaims as if my words hit him with a punch. I laugh at his silliness. "Such harsh and hurtful words from the woman I love!" He further chides as I clench my already hurting stomach from laughing. He soon joins in on the laughing before speaking once more. "But that's alright love. I understand you're not feeling well. I love you! And I'll be over in ten minutes."
Just as quick as he said his last words, he hangs up, leaving me to stare across the room with wide eyes as my phone remains resting in my hand, Ben's picture flashing once before the screen goes dark. Did he really just pull a fast one on me? Just like that?
While thinking about Ben, yet another wave of nausea rolls over me, causing me to turn onto my side with my knees close to my chest, a pained groan escaping my lips at the same time. What if this isn't food poisoning, and it's something contagious, and I accidentally give it to Ben? It's not that I don't want him coming over (I'm glad that he is), but the last thing I want to do is make him sick as well.
For what feels like an eternity, I lay on my sides, switching between the two when another cramp comes along. It isn't long before I hear keys being inserted into my front door, twisting and turning before the piece of wood opens and closes a few short seconds later. Footsteps sound throughout my tiny apartment until my bedroom door gently opens, a head full of blond hair and shining blue eyes staring back at me as I smile from my current predicament on the bed.
"There she is," Ben says with a sweet smile. Wearing a plain grey t-shirt and black sweats, he takes one step into my room before happily sighing. "And just as beautiful as ever."
Blushing, I roll my eyes and flop onto my other side to dramatically turn my back to him, only receiving a laugh back before I feel his warm body settle behind my cold one. As soon as he touches me, it's as if all of my nausea and cramping dissipate, the warmth from his body acting as a heating pad for my achey body.
Ben wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to his body as he kisses my temple, his lips soft and warm like fresh pastries. At his sweet affection, I smile even more and raise my hands to rest on top of his, only for him to interlock our fingers together. Even when I'm sick and not able to do the things we usually do, he's still the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.
"Would you like me to make you some soup?" Ben asks, leaning down to nuzzle his face in my neck. Underneath the covers, his legs intertwine with mine, bringing me just enough warmth to stop shivering so bad.
"No, just lay here with me, please," I tell him, snuggling my body further in his hold as a soft sigh escapes my lips. There's nothing better than lying in the arms of the person you love - especially if they're a natural heater.
"Oh, and like I said earlier," I begin, remembering our earlier conversation. "Your cooking is something special," I remind Ben with a smirk, listening as he snickers behind me. Okay, maybe there's nothing better lying in the arms of your boyfriend and teasing him for his helpless qualities.
"I can put on a video or something, go off of that," Ben suggests, leaning his head over mine to cuddle closer to the front of my neck. "Or, I could be safe and just order something," he offers, making me smile.
"That would be nice," I tell Ben, nodding my head. Just as he goes to get up to grab his phone presumably, I tug him back down and snuggle even further into him. "In five minutes, of course," I clarify, hearing him snicker behind me again.
With a simple "okay," Ben gets himself comfortable once more before resuming holding me close. I guess no matter what, Saturday nights will always be our night and not even a stupid stomach bug can stop that.
#ben hardy#ben hardy imagine#ben hardy imagines#ben hardy x reader#ben hardy fanfic#ben hardy x fem reader#ben jones#roger taylor#roger taylor imagines#roger taylor imagine#roger taylor x reader#roger taylor fanfic#roger taylor fanfiction#roger taylor queen#queen band imagines#queen imagines#queen imagine#queen x reader
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hello there I was wondering if you could write headcannons abt being one of queens little siblings it doesn't really matter and Dating John Deacon <3
LOVE this because I love sibling hcs and John Deacon is my all time fav and I never get requests for him DD:
YOU'RE FREDDIE'S SISTER
John is so scared of Freddie when it comes to how he views the two of you being together.
Like his worst fear when asking you out for the first time wasn't just what you'd say, but a big portion of his fear was just him being afraid that Freddie wouldn't approve.
But Freddie caught on to John liking you, so he thought he'd say something.
"What was it you needed, Fred?" "John." "...Yes??" "...I know you like Y/N."
POV the scariest moment of John's life ^
No but he had a reason to be scared at that point because his thoughts were 'literally who the fuck pulls someone into a corner with nobody else there and tells them that they know their deepest secret'
So, naturally, his response was;
"...What?"
He's a real smooth talker like that I guess idk.
"Don't 'what' me John, it's incredibly obvious."
John went silent.
"Why don't you ask her out?"
John's mouth opened to answer, but he was still scared!!
Freddie was kinda suspecting John just didn't think Freddie would like it or something like that but that sort of confirmed it for him, especially after John finally got the words out his mouth.
"I got scared." "Of what?" "Her...and you."
Basically Freddie gave John this whole little pep talk to ask you out, and it worked thank God.
Freddie would have been lowkey pissed off if you said no.
But ofc you didn't!!
The rest of the band thinks you're very cute, Freddie has titled himself to be your relationship's number one fan.
When you and the band are out at a bar together and you and or John get drunk, Freddie has to BEG the other members to keep you away from each other because he doesn't like that type of PDA.
Like in that situation he actually could throw up just watching John tug at the hem of your shirt or something.
But other than that he knows you're both the cutest couple on earth.
#john deacon x reader#john deacon hc#john deacon imagines#queen x reader#queen fic#freddie mercury x reader#roger taylor x reader#brian may x reader
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Batter, Zacharie and The Queen with a Reader who does Handcrafts
Some fluff because I got back into knitting and decided to make this everyone's problem! These sorts of things are just so relaxing, I wanted to write something for them!
Batter
Mesmerised by your hand movements and how it all turns out to be something beautiful and complete by the end of it. It doesn’t matter to him whether you’re knitting a scarf or crocheting a small stuffed animal, it’s all beautiful to him. Watching you pour your heart and soul into these crafts does make him wish you would make him something along the lines of it as well, but he would never say this out-loud.
However, if you do give him, say, a sweater or an aforementioned scarf, then you’ll have to pry it from his cold, dead hands in order to get him to stop wearing it. You made it, thus it’s imbued with divine essence and he must wear it. He wants to, rather. He would wear those pieces of clothing even in the worst heat because you made them. They make him happy, they give him comfort, and that’s really all he wants from them. You could literally make him the ugliest, most unfitting sweater the world has ever seen and he’ll treat it as though it’s an artefact.
If you give him a small, hand-made plushie, then expect him to put it in his pocket. Baseball players have pockets on the back of their pants, which means you will get a glimpse of a small friend every time you battle an enemy. As he is a very careful guy, he will make sure to always take the little plush out of the pocket and put it in his lap whenever he sits down to rest for a bit. While you and Zacharie are haggling over prices, Batter will take it into his hands and examine it further. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s seen all the details, he cherishes each and every single one of them, rubbing over the plushie with his thumb.
Zacharie
As he is well known as a merchant throughout the entire world of OFF, he will make you the suggestion of selling your crafts to the locals, if you want. He recognizes quality when he sees it, so naturally he’ll put out the offer. If you agree, then he’s more than happy to sell your wares at a price no one can resist, especially with him hyping up your articles. If you say no, however, he will be just as ecstatic, because that means that he gets more for himself. It’s a win-win situation for him either way.
Absolutely adores watching you knit, crochet, do embroidery and so on. The movements seem so simple, yet they can make something so big and complex. If he ever needs to calm down, he simply sits down beside you, wraps his arms around you and watches you go about your craft. Nothing is more fulfilling than the inherent domesticity of such a moment. Might also steal a kiss or two from you as he relaxes, he has a reputation among you to uphold, after all.
When you present him with a vest perfectly fitting him, he can hardly keep his suave and cool persona. Even while he’s wearing his mask, you can tell he’s smiling like a goof through his voice. Expect him to give you the biggest hug he can muster, going off about his business afterwards, subtly showing off his vest to his customers, almost hoping they’ll get envious because he has such a great piece of clothing.
Queen
Vader Eloha can knit herself, because of Hugo. It’s one of her favourite pastimes since she can make something with all the love in her heart and surprise someone else. Usually, she only knits for her son, but there have been instances where she gave an Elsen and one of the guardians hats, gloves, et cetera. So having an S/O who can also do something like this makes her really happy since you’ll have something to bond over.
There’ll be lots of times when the two of you will simply be sitting next to each other, doing your respective crafts, maybe even getting advice from each other on how to improve or what to make next. Those times are very relaxing and cherishable. The Queen wouldn’t change a single thing from them. Sometimes, while she knits, she will invite you to join her and simply lie down next to her or on her lap. That way you can get a feel for how filled with love her little project truly is.
Much like Batter, she will cherish anything you give her forever. While she might be a bit more conscious about fashion and the likes, nothing can prevent her from wearing anything and everything while it’s just you and her. As she loves her son dearly, she will show him anything you gave her, maybe even wrapping him in a scarf you made her. Any plushies will go straight to either the couch or a glass vitrine where she can see them immediately and never lose them. As a thank you she will always reward you with a kiss on the cheek.
#off (game)#off x reader#batter x reader#batter x player#zacharie x player#zacharie x reader#queen x reader#queen x player#vader eloha x reader#vader eloha x player#i need more stuff of the queen#i am a proud simp for her#anyway more stuff to be posted later I'm tired right now
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