If queen was sorted into Hogwarts houses I definitely 100% believe that Brian would be in raven claw, deaky hufflepuff, Freddie gives slytherin and gryffindor vibes, and ofc my mans rog would be a slytherin I stand by it ;)))
Hi my love! I was wondering if I could request something from the prompt list? Could I have 5, 7, and 44 with like a goofy drunk Brian? Thanks so much! You’re wonderful! 💕
Oh my god! I love this, I really hope you like this, I literally poured my heart into this one.
5. Are you drunk or are you just really happy to see me?
7. I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you?
44. I love you.
Thanks again to the wonderful @afictionaladventure16 for an awesome prompt list!
Warnings: probably none, just drunk Brian haha it’s pure fluff.
When you started dating Brian you didn’t think about the times he’ll go on tour and leave you all by yourself, you hated it but he didn’t like it either, when he’s away, he always tell you how much he wants you to be by his side touring. But you had to work, it was your responsibility.
You were growing used to it. Brian has this “album, tour, album, tour” routine, he sometimes had holidays in between, but when he was having his well deserved rest, you usually had to work, so you valued every second you got to spend with him.
He has been touring for two months, you were really proud of him, they made it! They’re being recognized and they deserved it, so you’re not complaining. However, you were really happy cause he’s coming home tonight, you had a special night planned for the two of you, you were planning on cooking, a bit of stargazing and lots of cuddles.
Bri is vegan, so you’ve been learning some new recipes to make him and his tummy happy, he also love space and stars, so you were planning on using that old telescope he loves, but as much he loves stargazing, he prefers cuddles, in any position, so you were quite happy about it too cause you love cuddles as much as him.
As the day passed, you were getting more anxious and nervous, you wanted everything to be perfect, you also put on your favorite dress, put on some make up and fixed your hair a bit, you always thought that dressing up for a guy was useless, but then you met Brian and a lot of things changed.
9:30 pm, he should be here already, where is he? You were starting to get worried.
Food’s cold.
The sky was too clouded and the stars were nowhere to be seen.
Your makeup was not “perfect” anymore.
But most importantly, Brian wasn’t here.
At 11:00 you gave up, you left the food served and went to the couch, the dress doesn’t matter anymore, you laid on your back and waited for Brian to show up.
You fell asleep, when? You didn’t even notice, probably all the stress of the day was taking it’s toll on you, however, you woke up thanks to the feeling of some extra weight on top of you and a mop of hair tickling your nose, there he is.
His face was snuggled into your neck and he let all of his weight rest on you, apparently you look like a pillow. But in the moment you felt his arms hugging you as if his life depends on it, you felt safe, he’s home now, you’re home now.
You hugged him back with all the strength you had, apparently he liked it cause he moaned in pleasure, two months after, you were finally hugging him.
“I want the cuddles” he said like a whinny boy, and snuggled into your neck more if that’s possible. But then it hit you. He’s drunk. You try to push him away a bit but he wrapped his arms tighter. “I just want love” he said, like a kid, again.
“I love you” i said kissing his head a bit, caressing his nape and hair. “I love you more than I love myself”
He looked up, yeap he’s drunk, his eyes are a bit red and glossy and that’s what usually happens to him after getting more so-co than he should. He stood up as fast as a lighting and offered you his hand
As soon as you were on your feet, he grabbed you from your waist and hugged you tighter, he was obviously taller than you so your face was pressed to his bare chest, cause is well known that Brian can be modest and shy, but he knows he’s good looking so he liked to leave some of his shirt buttons opened and god, you loved that.
He looked down at you and spread kisses all over your face and staying a few more seconds on your lips “how was the tour?” You asked trying to have a proper conversation.
“Let me kiss you more!” He practically begged. “Please, please, pleaseee...!” He pouted and gave you his best attempt of puppy eyes.
“Are you drunk or are you just really happy to see me?” I asked him laughing at his puppy eyes, they were slowly making me fall into his game but I would admit it so easily.
“Both” he laughed and cares my cheek “you’re so beautiful, let me kiss you, please.” He said looking all love struck, you were sure you had the same look.
“Kiss me Brian.” You said hugging his waist and pulling him closer to you. It took longer saying it than him doing it. God You missed his lips, he was so sweet but so demanding at the same time, it was impressive.
We spend hours just kissing, remembering ever inch of our lips, telling each other how much we missed and loved the other, just feeling our heartbeats synchronise again.
“God you taste like so-co, how much did you had?” You asking him parting your kiss.
“Probably more than I should have” he said with a guilty look,you caressed his cheek and he leaned into it looking all soft “I know I stink right now, so I’m gonna sleep on the couch.” You refused, immediately, but he was too lazy to take a shower at that hour, so that’s not an option.
Besides, when Brian says he’ll do something, he’ll do it. So he took so pillows and blankets to the couch and fall sleep there, you went to your bed, as much as you’d like to snuggle into Brian’s chest right now, he’ll refuse and tug you into your bed himself. So you just obeyed.
You fell asleep immediately, until you heard a knock on your bedroom door, Brian was there, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a pout on his lips.
“I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you?” He asked while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes looking like a five year old.
You opened up a space beside you and patted the bed a bit, he understood and layed down beside you. He put his head on your chest and looked up at you “I’m not drinking again, I promise” you laughed and kissed his nose, he’ll do it again, I’m sure, you didn’t ask him about his nightmare cause you know he doesn’t like to talk about them and that he will when he’s ready, you felt peace again.
It wasn’t the night you planned, no food, no stargazing, but you had Brian, he was finally here, and with your man’s head on your chest, soft snores coming out of his mouth and the moon light coming though the windows, you realized, everything is perfect by his side, even when he’s drunk and unplanned.
Okay that’s all, I really hope you like it, I loved it cause it’s too cute haha, please give me feedback and continue requesting!
Requested by @mazzellosjoe (I know I just did a Brian Smut, but I loved this prompt!)
Summary: Brian offers to share his bed with the reader when Paul "forgets" to find her a room. They grow close and Brian has a...good dream one night.
Warnings: Smut (not too much), cursing, Sass, Pettiness, Arguing
*"Suzy Creamcheese" a term often used as a nickname for groupies. The name has been adopted as a term for a young woman who travels with a band in hopes of seducing them.*
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You threw your bag over your shoulder and hopped out of the van, the mud squishing under your sneakers. A smile crept onto your face as you trailed behind Roger, tapping his shoulder furthest from you so that he spun around in the wrong direction. You laughed and he flicked your arm, playfully. The sleeves of your jumper sunk down your arms as you stretched, groaning. It felt wonderful to be in the fresh air again after so long on the road.
Brian watched from a far as he yanked his bag from the mound of luggage in the trunk. He chuckled to himself as he saw you cautiously approach a rooster, quickly stumbling backwards when it let out a sharp crow at you and flapped its wings.
"I think he likes you, Y/N." He teased as you threw out your arms, clumsily protecting a sleepy looking Deaky from the angry, quickly approaching bird. You squealed as it jutted its head at you, rhythmically.
"Freddie!" You called, "It dances just like you!"
Roger laughed and Freddie beamed at you, his eyes lighting up under his sunglasses.
"That's because he's fabulous, dear. Look at those feathers. They're absolutely lovely!"
Someone cleared their throat and the group turned to see Paul, looking just as unamused as he usually did. Roger rolled his eyes.
"If Y/N is done making friends with the livestock, then I'd suggest we move along. We've got things to do."
Deaky swallowed the comeback catching in his throat. Roger grumbled something under his breath as you trekked through the squishy terrain and over to the house. You felt Brian gently pat you on the back as everyone filed in. Paul made it obvious by his face that he did not like your muddy sneakers on the floor. He seemed to ignore the fact that everyone else's shoes were just as grubby. You shuffled your feet a bit, purposely knocking a clump of dirt on to the hard wood. His mustache twisted oddly as he grimaced. Brian pursed his lips to hold back a smile.
Paul sighed, "Freddie, your room is on the top floor, it's the biggest. I'm staying next door. Roger, yours is on the floor below. Brian's is the one over near the kitchen and John is sleeping in the basement."
You shook your head at the bluntness of his favoritism and looked over at Deaky, who just gave a resigned shrug.
"And what about, Y/N?" Roger raised his eyebrows expectantly.
Paul frowned a bit, feigning thought, and gave a forced gasp.
"Oh silly me! I must've forgotten. I don't typically reserve specific rooms for groupies."
Deaky snorted. He brought a hand to his mouth in attempts to hide a fairly obvious laugh. The group glared at Paul in disbelief.
"What did you just call her?"
"Does he know what a groupie is? I don't think he understands what a groupie is-"
"-If anyone here's a groupie, I think it's got to be you, mate."
"What are you on about?"
"A fucking groupie? I've known her since I was bloody 16 years old..."
"Hey! Guys! It's fine!", You took Roger's arm, silencing him. Shooting Paul an unimpressed look, you stuck your thumbs in the belt loops of your jeans, "Suzy Creamcheese over here will be absolutely fine sleeping on the couch."
Roger let out a noise that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. You smiled at him, biting your lower lip, "Hell, it'll give me some time to relax. I typically can't catch a break!" You put on an airy voice and batted your eyelashes, "I'm so exhausted from constantly shagging every single one of you! Vigorously, might I add."
Paul sighed again and rolled his eyes, realizing quickly where this was going.
"I mean, good God! I've been so busy! Between flashing the security guards to get in free and asking if you'll sign my panties...Golly! I can barely catch my breath around here!"
"That's enough." Paul stated flatly.
You spotted Freddie out of the corner of your eye, trying to hide his wide toothy smile.
"-If only my jaw didn't hurt so bad from giving Roger head in the men's restroom every thirty minutes..." The blonde gave you a playful shove.
"I said that's enough!" Paul shouted stiffly. The laughter died and his eyes shot daggers at you.
"If you're done being a distraction, Y/N, We should have started about ten minutes ago." he spat. Your stomach dropped a little and you nodded reluctantly.
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You were beginning to think you'd have to hear Roger shrieking "Galileo" until the day you died. The boys recorded for hours. Then again, that's where you always came in. You prided yourself on being Queen's personal entertainment system. Their music was recorded one element at a time, so while one member recorded something, you got to hang out with the others. You'd been the champion of hundreds of paper football games and recoiled at many rounds of Would you Rather. You'd even had a few unusually deep philosophical conversations whilst albums were being created.
By the time Freddie felt like enough progress had been made on the album, everyone was exhausted. You'd headed upstairs a little early and found some canned spaghetti sauce in the pantry. The dial on the stove let out a click as the fire lit, and you dumped the contents of the can into a pot before setting it over the small flame. There weren't any spaghetti noodles in the cupboard, but you found an old box of instant macaroni near the back and pulled out the noodles. The powdered cheese packet slipped out onto the floor as you did so and you grabbed it, deciding you would dare Roger to eat a dry spoonful of it, later.
The basement door closed behind you. You were startled for a moment before you realized it was only Brian, who shot you a warm smile and chuckled.
"Need any help?"
"Always. Could you fill that up with water?" You held out a small saucepan as you studied the back of the empty can, "Does spaghetti sauce have an expiration date?"
His brow furrowed in thought as he turned on the faucet, "I don't think so...but I'm not entirely sure..."
The corner of your mouth tugged upwards, "I thought you were an Astrophysicist, Mister May. Aren't you supposed to know that kind of thing?"
He grinned. "Unfortunately, I was sick the day we learned about the properties of spaghetti sauce. I don't know how they saw me fit for my diploma."
You gave a breathy laugh as you ran a finger along the inside of the empty can, tasting it.
"Not bad."
Brian reached over and did the same, shrugging in agreement. He clicked on a second dial, setting the water over it to boil.
"Well, let's hope it's alright. If anyone gets food poisoning, Paul might banish me to the Netherlands." You jumped to sit on the counter top.
"That's where he sends the groupies, is it?" Brian imitated his accent and you giggled. He loved your laugh. It reminded him of a little bird song.
"I don't know what he's on about." he reassured you, wiping a bit of spaghetti sauce off of your cheek with his thumb and bringing it to his mouth. "You're perfectly lovely."
You blushed a little, sighing. "I don't understand why he hates me."
" 'cos Freddie enjoys your company worlds more than he enjoys his."
You bit your lower lip, humming in response.
"...and he's not the only one." Brian's mumble was cut off as the rest of the group stumbled up the stairs and into the kitchen.
Roger plopped down next to you on the counter as the others talked over the song.
"And what exactly are you doing up here all alone with our beloved groupie, Brian?" He teased, throwing an arm over your shoulder and mussing your hair.
"Cooking dinner?" He chuckled, pouring the dry Macaroni into the water, which had long since started boiling.
John scoffed, playfully, "So that's what the kids are calling it now a days.."
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Everyone seemed to wind down a bit as dinner finished cooking. Exhaustion from the endlessly long car ride was starting to catch up with the group. Brian yawned as he spooned pasta into little orange bowls.
You saw him smirk to himself as he slid them over the counter one at a time to his friends. "One for Fred, Deaky, Y/N, Brian, Roger, and..." He paused meeting Paul's eyes, trying to hold back his smile as he gave a forced gasp.
"Oh silly me! I must've forgotten! I don't typically reserve dinner for assholes..."
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You pressed a bed sheet into the creases between the couch cushions as you hummed to yourself, trying to ignore the fact that the couch smelled incredibly strongly of cat pee and cigarettes. Tugging the blanket up over your legs, you sighed to yourself. Even after five minutes of laying there, it was becoming increasingly more obvious that your back would not be happy in the morning. The couch creaked as you adjusted your position. You were about to give up and go sleep in the van when you heard footsteps coming down the carpeted hallway. Brian's mass of curls peaked around the corner.
"Psst..."
You smiled and sat up as he waltzed over, his long legs folding as he knelt beside you.
"Hey there, Suzy Creamcheese.", he whispered to you. You tried to fight your flustered smile, but inevitably lost, "How's the couch, treating you?"
"Not the nicest," you groaned.
His face softened, "Come to bed with me, love."
Your heart fluttered at the suggestion. His face was going a bit pink.
"I don't want to crowd you out of bed..." You ruffled his curls and he gave a half smile.
"I'd love for you to. I don't take up much room. Come on, sweets."
Hesitantly, you pushed yourself off the couch and followed him back through the hallway. He clicked a small lamp and the yellow light flooded his face. He looked beautifully warm in that light.
Moving the comforter back, he patted the spot next to him on the bed. The thin tshirt he wore was bunchy and lose on his shoulders. Part of you wanted to tangle yourself up in it. You crawled up onto the bed, unsure of how much space to leave between the two of you. The tension in your lower back was immediately relieved and you exhaled, giving Brian a grateful smile. He flicked the lamp off again and pulled the blanket up around you.
"Goodnight, Brian."
"Goodnight, love."
His breathing was slow and steady...almost calming in an odd way. You longed to get closer and wrap yourself up in his arms but you reluctantly ignored the thought. You had just started to drift off when you heard him mumble to you again.
"Is it alright if I...I-I mean, would you feel comfortable-"
"You can hold me, Brian." You encouraged him cautiously. "In fact...I'd kind of like you to. It's a bit cold and-"
He didn't need further convincing. He pulled you close to him and gathered you up in his arms. You slid your wrists up over his collarbones, tucking your face into the bend of his neck. He hoped you couldn't feel how quickly his heart was beating, but you most certainly could. His eyes trailed over your face, memorizing the way your eyelashes fell against your cheeks and the curved pout of your lips. Once he was sure you were asleep, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and nuzzled into your warmth, still holding your hand.
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The next few nights were not much different. Without fail, you'd crawl into his bed and Brian would hold you ever so sweetly and tightly until the sun began creeping back in through the windows. There was something comforting about Brian...waking up in his arms and quietly brushing your teeth side by side...
You got up to walk around a bit, on a more tough night. Your mind was racing and sleep seemed hopeless. The cold concrete support of the room's tiny balcony felt good against your toes. You gazed up at the purple skies for about ten minutes before you heard the door slide open. A pair of warm hands slid over your tummy and enveloped you from behind. It was hard not to lean into his touch, sometimes.
"I didn't mean to wake you..."
"You didn't. Just felt that you were gone. I wanted to see if you were ok."
There was a long pause as the two of you took in the world above. Brian rubbed his palms over your upper arms, trying to keep the cold away.
"Let's see what we've got here..." He furrowed his brow as he studied the night. You leaned your head back against his chest.
"I see...Two little dogs running around up there. That'd be Canis Major and Canis Minor. A black bear and her cub...Ursa Major. Of course we've got Orion stealing the show as he always does. Big and bright and the center of attention."
You hummed a little laugh. It was amusing, the way he talked of the constellations. It was as if they were his friends. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and he blushed at the sudden affection, meeting your eyes, which were filled with adoration.
"You must be something special if you can see all that in the stars, spaceman."
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You were confused when you woke Friday morning. It was the first time in days you hadn't woken to Brian's limbs clinging to you haphazardly. The sun had barely come up. It couldn't be later than five in the morning. Just as you were about to try and go back you sleep, you were pulled from the thought by a small, short groan. You turned over in bed to find Brian laying next to you stiffly on his back, taking heavy breaths. A few of his whispy baby hairs stuck to his forehead with sweat. You pushed them back out of his face, but he didn't wake. Instead, he whined a little, eyebrows furrowing. A nightmare.
You gave his shoulder a squeeze and hushed him. "Brian, love...wake up." He mumbled something, biting his lower lip. You sat up before moving to straddle his stomach.
"Hey, it's just a nightma-"
You froze, only then understanding what was happening. Brian was hot and hard where he was pressed against your thigh.
Definitely not a nightmare.
You froze in thought, considering you options. Cautiously, you relaxed, laying your chest against his and snuggling your nose against his ear. You whispered to him.
"Brian, wake up, darling..."
After a few tender whispers, his eyes fluttered open. He groaned and stretched his arms above him before wrapping them tightly around your waist.
"Right, so what's all this then?" He teased, turning his head to face you. You smirked knowingly.
"You were moaning in your sleep, love."
He froze, embarrassment flooding his body. You could see how pink his nose was getting.
"Was I really?" He covered his face with his hands, entirely mortified. You laughed, pulling his arms away.
He groaned through his smile, "Jesus, I'm so sorry, Y/N. Ugh, Completely hopeless, aren't I?" You grinned and chuckled as you gave him a squeeze, and he ran his hand up and down your back, lovingly. "Leave it to good ole Brian May to make a complete ass of himself next to the most lovely girl he's ever met." You giggled, flustered by his words. That, and the feeling of his hot breath tickling your lips.
"Oh stop it! it's sweet!"
"You're the only girl on earth who has ever thought having a wet dream about someone qualifies as sweet." He spoke through a smile.
"Maybe it's just because I've fallen so absolutely head over heels for you..."
He tried to smirk but it was more of a grin than anything. He let his eyes close as his lips brushed over yours, "Is that so?"
"Desperately so."
Seconds later, Brian's lips were on yours. You hummed contently. His mouth was needy and sweet. He felt if he pulled you any closer to him you'd be crushed. You adored his touch, warm and gentle. Your brain was running at a thousand miles and an hour, but at the same time, you couldn't think of a thing on earth but him.
You tucked one of his curls behind his ear as you parted, trying to catch your breath. He pressed soft little pecks below your ear.
He was an entirely different species than anyone you'd ever had in the past. Those who'd touched you in the past had only ever done so for selfish reasons. For their own pleasure. Brian, on the other hand, was painfully hard between your legs, but he was so caught up in you that he didn't even seem to notice.
"Let me help you..." You offered as you ran a finger over the waistband of his boxers. Your whisper sent a shiver down his spine. Brian swallowed thickly as you searched his eyes for permission. He nodded, completely overwhelmed.
Your hand slipped underneath the elastic, slowly taking his length in your hand. His breath hitched in his throat. Your neck was on fire as you worked him.
He looked so beautiful like this, lips parted with short breaths and eyes screwed shut with pleasure. He gripped your hips, bunching the thin fabric of your tshirt. Knowing he was far too polite to ask to do so himself, you pulled your shirt up and over your shoulders. You watched his face as he grazed his hands over the curve of your hips to the dip of your waist. He smirked to himself as goosebumps began trailing behind his touch.
You caught his lips this time. His arm snaked around your waist, his other hand finding your bare chest.
The kiss broke for a second as you helped rid him of his shirt. You almost whined at the loss of contact, but were quickly refulfilled by the feeling of his bare chest against yours. You rolled your hips against him, begging for friction. He groaned at the feeling, pushing you back and pinning you down beneath him. Immediately, he tugged at your shorts.
You laughed at his eagerness, sliding them over your ankles and tossing them who knows where. You're playfulness was quickly stamped out by a moan as the cool air hit the soaked fabric of your underwear. Brian pulled off his boxers and watched you squirm as he ran his length up and down the clothed apex of your thighs. It was the worst kind of teasing. The pressure building low in your stomach felt almost intolerable.
"Please...Brian." You choked hoarsely. He kissed your cheek Your eyes were shut tightly, but you could feel the remaining fabric sliding down your legs.
He rubbed along where you needed him most, your thighs slick with lust and want. You shuddered as his head brushed against your clit.
He slowly pressed his hips into yours and you cried out a little, muffling the sound in his shoulder. You could feel him throbbing inside you. He took you slowly. The way your wet heat pressed against his stomach made him feel like he was going to die. You were sinfully tight around him and you grinded yourself against him with every thrust of his hips. He almost went dizzy at the sight of you writhing beneath him. The sounds you were making alone would have been enough to break him...weak, hoarse, whimpers.
He ran his hands up your thighs and pinned your hips down to keep you from bucking against him. Your ankles hooked behind him, and you covered your mouth to keep yourself from waking the other boys. Brian hit something in you that made you give a little sob. You took a fistful of the sheets. He could feel you growing more and more tense.
He nipped at your earlobe lightly.
"Let go."
His hot breath against your ear spurred you and your body submitted. You felt him following soon after, and you trembled as your muscles began to relax again.
"Christ, Brian." You panted as he pulled out of you, resting his forehead on your stomach. Your fingers laced through his curls. He held you as his breathing returned to its normal calm. You were silent for a long time, enjoying the sound of the birds waking up outside your window.
"Y/N?" His voice was sleepy and muffled against your skin.
"Yes, love?"
"You've got me absolutely desperate for you. And I have no idea what to do about it"
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The sun crept up over the horizon. Brian has long since fallen asleep, his cheek against your sternum as you stroked his hair, lovingly. It was torture to force yourself to get up. He hummed unhappily as you carefully moved from the bed, grabbing your wrist.
"Stay"
You gave a sad smile and crawled on top of him again, kissing his forehead and then his lips. His arms tangled around you possessivley.
"You know I can't. The others-"
"Forget the others. I want to hold you."
You snuggled into him, "And I want to let you."
He groaned, lazily meeting your lips with his. You gave him one last peck and rolled up off the bed, giggling at his displeasure.
He admired the dips and slopes of your form as you slid on your underwear and pulled your shorts up over your hip bones.
"So beautiful..." He whispered, trying to keep his eyes open.
Smirking, you pulled on your t-shirt and bent over him to kiss his forehead.
"I'll make you breakfast." You mumbled, lips still pressed to him.
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The boys couldn't find you when they woke. The car keys were also missing, so Paul wouldn't shut it about how you probably stole the track from the studio, planning to sell it to someone else, and made a run for it. He was obviously disappointed when you soon returned an array of breakfast items. Deaky's sleepy eyes instantly lit up as you passed him a loaf of bread and a small package of sliced cheese, pointing to the toaster.
"A right angel you are!"
Roger smiled and crossed his arms as he leaned against the countertop.
"I think I've got some Raisin Bran in here for you..." You joked. He never ate breakfast. Instead, you tossed him a fresh pack of Marlboros. A smirk tugged at his lips as he ripped the package open and set a cigarette between them.
"Enabler..." He mumbled, winking.
Freddie had been awake for hours and was already in the studio. He had likely found something to eat, but you set a box of Chai Tea bags on the counter. You knew his family had always enjoyed the tea with breakfast.
You pulled a frying pan from the cupboard and greased it with some butter from the fridge before cracking a few eggs into it. By the time Brian's tall frame made an appearance in the kitchen, Paul had taken a seat at the table with Freddie, who was sipping his tea. You shovelled some eggs onto a plate for Brian and slid it to him. He gave you a smile and grabbed his fork.
"You like your eggs scrambled right?"
"Yes ma'am."
You smiled and he took a bite of eggs, "Thanks, love."
Paul cleared his throat, "Y/N I'd like to apologize for what I said, yesterday."
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, though you were wary. The room was filled with a similar skepticism.
"I wasn't right for me to refer to you as a groupie..."
So far so good.
"I was worried about the band finding you attractive. That'd only be a distraction."
Brian frowned.
"-but let's be honest. We're never going to have to worry about that."
There it was.
John rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing. Roger looked like he wanted to beat Paul's face in. You noticed Brian's jaw clench out of the corner of your eye.
You'd always been the one to spit a witty comeback and brush things off. But that one hurt a bit. Your brain was frozen. The silence was deafening. You were so tied up in your own head that you almost didn't catch what slipped out of Brian's mouth.
"Well I can't speak for you lot, but I sure found her attractive when I had her in my bed this morning."
Freddie choked on his tea and Roger let out a loud cackle.
"Yeah, I'd say she looked pretty gorgeous underneath me last night. Not to mention, she seemed a hell of a lot more comfortable right then than she did on that 78 year old love seat that you were wanting to have her sleep on."
Roger howled with laughter, struggling to catch his breath. Deaky's jaw was on the floor, but he was somehow still smiling. Freddie was hiding a smug grin in his mug of tea.
"Honestly Paul, do you hear yourself? How dare you call her unattractive. You look like a bloody onion, mate."
Roger cried out as he fell into another fit of laughter. Brian stepped into the kitchen and pulled out the only item left in your grocery bag. He had long since noticed it sitting on the counter. He tossed the package onto the kitchen table. Instant porridge.
"What's that, Paul?" Brian folded his thin arms over his chest, lazily.
Paul pursed his lips, "Porridge."
"That's right. And who here likes Porridge. I'll give you a hint. It's not me or Fred, Roger doesn't do breakfast, and Y/N and Deaky hate the stuff." Paul didn't respond, but stared indignantly.
"She got it for you, Paul. Even though you treat her like shit, she knew you like it and she wanted you to have breakfast after I was an ass to you about dinner the other night. Is that right, darling?" He turned to you and you nodded cautiously.
"She did that cos she's a good person. So next time you get your little knickers in a twist over whatever runs through that nasty head of yours, you're going to leave her the hell alone and you'll come talk to me."
Brian hadn't even raised his voice. The entire time he spoke, he'd kept the same calm manner. You couldn't find words anymore.
"Now Paul, if you're done being a distraction, We should've gotten started ten minutes ago."
(for the Queen fandom obviously) also it could be (Any BoRhapBoys x Reader) thing.
So, let’s say that the reader is Roger’s only daughter and the youngest. The filming for the movie just started and the reader is always on set because she’s in charge for outfits (it could be anything actually, as long as it’s film making related).
when Rami, Gwil, Ben and Joe saw her for the first time, they adored her (specially one guy. Idk who yet) since she always makes jokes, make the room a little happier and brighter and lighten up everyone’s mood (sounds perfect, I know). And then when the filming started she’s always there to fully support them and help the crew. However when it comes to her job she transforms into such serious and focused person but can still be joking around occasionally.
Then one day, someone made a move on her and took her on a date, gave her flowers and all cute fluff without Roger knowing.... oooh what happens next?
This is based of the dream I had earlier this morning. I’m horrible at writing so please bear with me :)
If anyone of you sweet creatures are inspired and want to write something like this, please message me.
