Still Got It - Present Day!Brian May x younger!reader
Omg I am totally dying for a present day bri x reader fic! Haven’t seen one of those in awhile haha could you write a smut one where a way younger reader (like mid-late 20s) and bri have been casually hooking up and then bri suddenly feels self conscious about him being older and reader makes him feel better about it and then feels?
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Warnings: age gap, reader mid-20′s, dom!Brian, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it), cheating, self-doubt on Brian’s part
Still got it...
Being Queen + Adam's publicist, as well as the publicist for Brian and Roger's solo projects, meant you spent a lot of time around them. No one questioned your presence around them, even outside of touring. You became very close to the three of them, you were one of their close friends.
You were closest to Brian. The two of you were... intimate. There'd always been something there between the two of you. You didn’t mind his age, it only showed he was mature and a gentleman. You loved that he was kind, and caring to you, treated you like a 'little girl', that needing taking care of. Sometimes he treated you like a 'naughty girl' and gave you a spanking if he needed to.
"Is Brian in?" You smiled politely at the young girl behind the desk of the rescue centre.
She nodded. "He's in his office, Y/N, but he said not to be disturbed." She glanced over to the unusually shut door that leads to him. "He doesn't seem himself." She whispered as she leaned over the desk towards you.
You frowned, "What do you mean?"
She let out a little sigh as she glanced back over to the door. "He hasn't come out of his office all day. He's not even gone out to the hedgehogs."
"Oh," You looked over to the door. The blinds were pulled down, essentially blocking the world out. "Well, don't worry. He can't, not, talk to me." You gave her a sly smile.
The young girl grinned. "You always manage to put a smile on his face, Y/N."
Yes, I wonder why.
"Do you want coffee?"
You shook your head, "I'm good thank you." You smiled before heading over to Brian's office. You took a deep breath and slowly pushed his door open. "Bri?" You called out to him. Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze finally landed on him.
Brian lifted his head, his eyes seeming to brighten ever so slightly as he looked at you. "Hello, love." He gave you a weak smile, taking his glasses off. "How are you?"
You shut the door behind you, then walked over to him. "I should be asking you. Tina says you're not yourself? Everything okay?"
"Fine." He huffed, dropping his gaze back to what was on his desk and placed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.
Your brow creased as you dropped your bag to the floor. "You don't seem fine."
"Well, I am."
You rolled your eyes, "No, you're being grumpy." You dropped into the seat opposite him. "What's going on with you? You're usually bright and cheerful."
"Everyone is allowed a day to be, grumpy, Y/N," Brian grumbled as he hunched forwards.
You studied him in silence for a few minutes, before you stood up and moved around his side of the desk and forced him to turn his chair around. You slipped your arm around his shoulders and sat on his knee.
"You're sad," You gently pulled his glasses off and put them on the desk before you brushed some of his curls back. "I can see it in your eyes, Brian, something is wrong."
He sighed and leaned into your touch as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "It's nothing, love, honestly."
You shook your head. "Bri, please tell me. Are you okay? Is it your leg again? Your heart?" You asked slightly panicked as you placed your hand on his forehead as if you'd work out what was wrong with him.
He huffed and grabbed your wrist. "No! It's none of that shit. I am, fine!" He glared up at you making you feel guilty for pestering him.
"Sorry." You mumbled and pushed yourself off his lap.
"Y/N," Brian leaned forwards, "M'sorry, baby girl, I didn't mean to snap at you." He took your hand and pulled you closer to him, pushing you gently until you perched yourself on the edge of his desk. "It's just..." He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm bloody old, Y/n."
Your eyes widened. "What?"
"I'm old." He sighed, "What on earth do you see in me?" He sat back in his seat and removed his hands from you. “I'm grey, wrinkly, fat, fragile, slow... almost triple your age." He shook his head and pushed himself away from you. "You shouldn't be wasting your time with an old fool like me. You should be off with someone your age, who can take you out and not keep you a secret. Who's not married-"
"Stop! Just, stop it, Brian!"
You dropped to your knees in front of him and covered his mouth with your hand, your other one rested on his shoulder.
"One, yes, you're older than me but you've never let that stand in your way of anything. You use your wisdom from the years of living your life to the fullest to teach others, including me, and Adam, and all your followers and fans. Two, your not wrinkly, just aged like a fine wine."
You smiled up at him softly as you removed your hand from his mouth and cupped his face. Brian smiled weakly, leaning into your touch ever so slightly.
"You're still as sexy, if not more so with your grey curls."
Brian scoffed, "If you say so." He smiled.
"I do, and you're nowhere near fat, so you can stop thinking like that and as for fragile... my arse, you are. And, tell me again you're slow when your slamming into my pussy," You whispered against his ear before moving and pressing a soft kiss to his lips that he thankfully returned. His hands slipped across your sides, giving you a soft squeeze. "And the married thing, I thought we both agreed we knew what we were getting into when we started this?"
Brian nodded, "You're right, I just... I don't want you getting hurt by any of this if, things go tits up."
"I'll be right there by your side if that's what you want. Any time you want this to end, you just say the word and I'll leave. Do you want me to?" You asked, feeling your heart practically bursting out your chest.
Brian shook his head and leaned forwards, pressing his lips against yours in a much harder kiss this time. "Please, don't leave me, baby girl. I need you." He whispered before kissing you again.
You moaned softly into his mouth, your tongue tangling with Brian's as the two of you deepened your kiss.
Brian was the first to pull back, the two of you taking in a deep breath. "Let's get out of here, yeah?"
You nodded biting your bottom lip. "Back to mine? I have something to show you, actually." You grinned cheekily at him as you began to get up from where you knelled between his legs.
Brian nodded, "Sounds good, baby girl. I'll meet you there." He pressed one final kiss to your lips before he too got up from his seat.
The two of you left Brian's office, saying your goodbyes to one another before heading off in different directions.
You had a feeling you knew where Brian was going, most likely home to make his excuses for his absence for a few hours. You tried not to think about it, it made you sad.
A little guilty, sometimes but Brian assured you his marriage to Anita wasn't anything more than just on paper anymore. In all the years you've known Brian, you've never really spoken to Anita, even before you and Brian began being extra friendly with one another.
You'd spoken to Roger about it before, not giving too much away but you were sure Brian had informed his friend of your relationship because he knew Roger would never judge. He'd said himself it was like they were just housemates now, not like they were a married couple.
Once you had arrived home, you took a quick shower, mostly to soften your skin with some of the body lotions and oils Brian had given you. Before getting changed into your surprise for Brian. It was a baby pink silk slip that split up the sides until it came to your waist, where lace covers your breasts, showing your already pebbled nipples. It had a matching thong, that you knew Brian was going to love.
“Y/N?” Brian called out as he shut the door behind him and dropped his key onto the small table the door.
“In here, Bri!” You answered from your bedroom.
Brian quickly took off his coat and hung it up, before he kicked his shoes off and then made his way to you. “I got us a bottle of-” Brian froze, his mouth going dry as his gaze landed on you, knelt on the bedroom floor before him. “Jesus, Y/N, are you trying to give me another heart attack?” He grinned at you.
You bit your lip as you shook your head, giggling. “Of course not, sir.”
Brian let out a deep growl as he put the bottle of wine on top of the chest of draws before he walked towards you. “No, of course not.” He placed his hand on the back of your head gently. “I know what you want to give me.”
You nodded and reached up to unbuttoned his jeans. With his help, you dropped his jeans and his briefs to reveal his hard cock. You licked your lips at the magnificent sight before you. You didn’t care that Brian was in his seventies, he had a cock like the God he was.
“Can I taste you, sir? Please?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes.
Brian nodded. His eyes fell shut as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, giving it a light squeeze before you leaned forwards and ran the tip of your tongue over the head of his cock.
“Oh, baby,” He breathed in deeply as you ran your tongue over his smooth skin slowly. “Oh, I’ve missed this.” He moaned as he threaded his fingers through your hair. “Please, baby, don’t tease me.”
You smiled up at Brian. You pressed a light kiss to the tip of his cock before wrapping your lips around it and giving it a firm suck before sinking down his hard length. You moaned around him, the taste one you easily became addicted to.
Slowly you bobbed your head, your lips tightening around his cock as you sucked. Your tongue running up and down on his underside before you pulled off his length and began to pump his cock using your saliva as lubricant.
“Is that good, sir?”
“Oh, God,” He moaned. “That’s it, baby girl.” He pushed your head back towards his cock. “Please, keep sucking baby girl. You’re so good with that pretty mouth,”
You grinned up at him before wrapping your lips around his cock again. You sped up, sucking his cock harder and twisting your hand around his shaft.
“Oh, fuck... baby,” Brian’s hips moved forwards, pushing his cock further into your mouth.
You moaned around him, sucking and slurping. You moved your hand from around Brian’s cock and cupped his balls, lightly squeezing them. You pulled off smiling up at him, “Please, sir, cum in my mouth. Let me taste you.” You begged.
Brian nodded as he pushed you back. He held your head in both hands and began pushing his cock in and out of your mouth. After a few more pumps he held your face close to him, his cock down your throat, and let out a deep growl as you swallowed around his cock.
“Fuck!” Brian growled as he came.
You pulled off Brian’s cock, gasping for air before licking your lips and looked up to him through your eyelashes.
Brian smiled, exhausted but happy as he held his hand out for you to take. He pulled you up, wrapping his arms around you and pressed his lips against yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. His large hands squeezed your waist and hips.
“Let’s get a look at you then, love.” Brian grinned, pushing you back slightly. A low growl left his chest as his eyes drank you in. “Yep, definitely trying to give me a heart attack.” He chuckled lowly. “Get on the bed, baby girl. Spread your legs for me.” He winked at you.
You let out an excited giggle, doing as you had been told to.
Brian kicked his shorts off, along with the rest of his clothes. He licked his lips as he watched you spread your legs. Your tiny thong doing nothing to hide your wet pussy.
“Beautiful,” Brian whispered as he knelt between your legs, running his knuckles over your wet thong. He pushed the thong to the side and pushed two of his long fingers inside your dripping core, stretching you open. “So, warm and wet.” He moaned.
“Please, sir,” You moaned, “I need you.” You begged, your voice was breathy.
“Shh, baby, let me play with you first.” Brian lightly caressed your thigh as slowly pumped his fingers inside of you, twisting them before scissored his fingers. “Fuck.” He moaned, “I love this pussy.”
You cupped your breasts and rolled your nipples through the lace as Brian rubbed his thumb against your aching clit.
Brian grinned as he slowly pulled his fingers from inside you. You let out a deep moan as he lifted his fingers and put them into his mouth. “I can eat you all day, baby girl.” He winked as you before he leaned forwards. “Good girl,” Brian praised you as you opened your mouth for him to place his fingers in.
You moaned and sucked around his fingers.
“Get on your hands and knees, baby girl,” Brian ordered. You nodded eagerly and turned over, pushing yourself up so your backside was in the air.
You let out a loud cry of pleasure after Brian slapped his hand across your backside. Brian pushed the silk up until your backside was visible before pulling your thong down to the middle of your thigh.
“Are you going to fill me up, sir?” You wiggled your ass in the air for him.
Brian let out a short chuckle before slapping his hand across your cheeks once more. “Yes, baby, I am.” He said as he took a hold of his cock, frowning slightly. “Hmm, do you have-”
You picked the bottle of lube up from next to your pillow and looked at Brian over your shoulder. “Here,” You smiled softly, “It’s flavoured. In case you decided to have a taste after.” You winked teasingly at him making him chuckle.
“Thanks, baby girl.” He took the bottle from you and squeeze a generous amount onto his cock and began to slowly pump his cock, hissing at the feeling and the excitement of soon being engulfed by your heat. “Ready for me, baby?” Brian asked as he ran the tip of his rock through your folds.
You hummed, pushing back onto his cock. “Yes, sir.”
Brian moaned and slowly pushed into you, his hands sliding over your backside to rest on your hips. “Oh, fuck,” You moaned out along with Brian as his thick cock began to open you up. “So, good,” He breathed out as he bottomed out, his balls laying against your clit.
“Please, sir.” You begged.
Brian was usually a soft, caring lover unless you had been naughty and then he would fuck your brains, but tonight he had to prove to himself.
He quickly pulled out of you before slamming back into you, the head of his cock hitting your G-spot and causing you to cry out. He growled deeply as your pussy swallowed his cock, over and over. His hands tightened around you as he pulled you on and off his cock, his balls slapping against your clit, adding extra pressure and causing you to see stars.
“Oh, God. Fuck. Brian!” You cried, “Yes! Yes!”
“That’s it,” Brian hammered into you, slapping his hand against your cheek. “Fuck, baby... God!”
Breathy moans and cries of pleasure echoed around the room as Brian slammed into you. He reached over you and wrapped his hand around your throat, lifting you up until the two of you were pressed together. As he tightened his hold around your throat, Brian used his other hand to pull down the front of your slip, a slight tear here and there as he fought to get to your breasts.
He pressed his mouth against your neck, his breast fanning over your sweat-covered skin as he squeezed and pinched your breasts. “Fuck, baby girl, I can’t last much longer.” He heaved.
You shook your head, “Cum, Brian, please. Fill me up!” You begged. You turned your face towards him as you reached up and grabbed Brian’s face, crashing your lips against his.
Brian growled into your mouth as your pussy quivered around his cock. Brian gave one final, sharp thrust and came. His arms wrapped tightly around you as the two of you held onto one another.
As you pulled back from one another you could help let out a small giggle, “Told you, you’re not slow... sir,”
Brian chuckled, “No, I guess you’re right, but don’t be expecting that for a bloody while.” He kissed you once more.
Request by @ohmybribri: So you and Brian are FWB and you hook up after a concert in the bathroom. He pins you up against the wall, lifts your skirt and had his way with you... 🤤🤤🤤🤤
Another day, another concert. That’s how it had been since you’d joined the boys on the second leg of there American tour. According to Freddie, Brian had been a bit of a pain since leaving home because all he would talk about was you. You doubted that very much laughing off as he walked you to the cab he came in to pick you up.
You expected for the rest of the boys to be there but was reassured by Fred that they were at the hotel catching up on much needed sleep. That and trying to keep Brian busy considering you are his birthday surprise from Fred, and the boys, to him.
“I swear on my mum (Y/N) he’s been driving all of us mad!” Fred said being as physically emphatic as he could in the cramped space of the cab stating that, “He really needs to shut up about his girl if he’s so set on not telling her his feelings.”
You refrained from rolling your eyes at that and focused on the speeding scenery. There’s no way Brian sees you that way...they way you see him.
You met Brian at Uni he needed a hand understanding Shakespeare. You were working on getting your major in child psychology and a double minor in art and English lit. Through Brian you met the rest of the band and was soon part of their rag-tag family which suited you just fine, more than fine even. You and Brian made great friends and soon found the effort they needed to put into just getting laid to be too great to spend outside of studying and raising a band in Brian’s case. This led to Roger jokingly/drunkenly suggesting you and Bri should, ‘fuck for the sake of fucking’.
At first you’d laughed it off but then found that it wasn’t such a bad idea. You’d been surprised to find Brian at your dorm door giving your silent self-agreement to the friends with benefits idea a try and the rest as they say is history.
That had been close to three years, give or take, ago. The agreement had just been for sex, we could if we liked date or go on dates and at first it worked great on both sides. He seemed more confident in himself if still a little shy but better at talking to other ladies. You hadn’t realized you’d fallen for him until you saw him at the school’s cafeteria talking to Laura Clark. Your ex-best friend who thought she deserved the world on a gold and pearl studded platter.
You’d brushed it off at first but that night when he came to you the sex didn't feel like sex per say. It was sex but it felt different...
He was gentler when he caressed you and nibbled at your neck. He’d take his time getting you to completion and sometimes would forgo finishing himself in exchange for giving you pleasure when he knew you’d had a trying day.
And in turn, you stopped leaving at the crack of dawn. Some of your things made their way into his room, your toothbrush next to his in the bathroom and you’d often wake up to find him somehow tucked under your chin his hair effectively waking you up. That morning had been the morning you realized how good you’d be as a couple. That was the morning you also realized he couldn’t feel the same way...
“We’re here!” You heard Freddie say.
You smiled at him and nearly choked on spit when you saw Prenter standing outside what you thought is the boys’ room smoking. You didn't like him one bit and Freddie knew that. You were more than a little close to asking Miami if you could take Paul’s place as the band’s PA just to get rid of the leech.
Anyway...You nodded politely at the Irishman and let Fred walk you into the first of the shared double-rooms to find Deaky downing what looked like crap hotel coffee.
His tired eyes sparkled and you soon found yourself enveloped in the bassist’s arms.
“Finally,” he said as he kissed your forehead.
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes again knowing where that was coming from and dove into your bag pulling out a gift meant for him from Veronica.
Deaky resembled a puppy at the sight of the parcel and went to open it in an out fo the way corner of the room.
It was no surprise to find Roger face down on the bed passed out as you thought with a laugh, ‘play my little drummer boy play.’
You shook your head and went into the room Deaky nodded at you leaving Freddie with him.
You couldn’t help the fond smile that graced your face at the sight of Brian face down and sprawled all over his bed hugging the second pillow to himself. You put your stuff down and stripped down to your light tank and underwear before closing the door. The boys had seen you in your undies before so you weren’t bothered to be seen by them, they’re brothers after all.
That done, you went to the empty side of the bed. You noticed it’s the side you normally slept on back home and grinned tenderly before you began the process sliding under the blanket and trade places with the pillow. You must have been more tired than you thought as the familiarity and warmth of Brian’s arms surrounded you when he subconsciously sought out the now present source of warmth.
You threw your leg over his thin hips pulling his body close to yours and placing his head under your chin. You hummed and fell asleep quickly as your body and mind recognized that they were finally home.
You came to to the feeling of gentle calloused fingers caressing your cheek. You kept your eyes closed as Brian ran his fingers over you tenderly before slipping them under the waistband of your underwear.
You moaned at the feel of his middle finger drawing circles around then over your clit.
“Good evening (Y/N),” he said as he repeated the hand movement over and over until you gasped and moaned as your completion washed over you.
Brian looked pleased with himself at having made you cum so quickly but that changed into something softer as he gazed at you as you caught your breath.
‘To hell with it,’ you thought throwing in the towel, ‘If this is as close as I’m going to get so be it.’
You snuggled into him humming happily and said, “Happy Birthday Bri.”
You felt more than heard him chuckle.
“What?” You asked when you pulled away to look up at him.
“Thanks dear but that wasn’t the birthday present I was expecting,” he said with a shrug, “Don’t get me wrong, having you here is an amazing unexpected surprise.”
You were about to kick him off the bed in anger when he continued, “There’s this one thing I’ve always wanted to do...”
You listened to what he wanted his present to be and nearly jumped out of bed in glee, tonight’s concert was going to be good.
That night you stood back stage singing along with everyone else as they played. You cheered extra loud when Brian did his solos loving every time he did his thing with his Red Special. For a moment you forgot you were just friends who fucked and let the thought of being his run through your head.
You cried when they performed “Love of my Life” and applauded when they song ended.
“He’ll find someone better you know,” you heard Paul say as he took a drag from his cigarette.
You ignored him focusing on the boys.
“You're just his friend,” he pressed, “What will you do when he falls for someone? Someone better than a nobody from his hometown.”
That hit you hard, he was right after all but that didn’t make it hurt any less.
You saw him smirk as he saw your face fall.
You stood straight as a smirk appeared on your face.
“What’s with the smile?” He asks a bit taken aback with the sudden change of emotion.
“Fred and I talked on our way to the hotel today,” you said, unbeknownst to you and Paul the concert had finished and the boys were there looking as well as listening to what you were saying, “He said he wants me to the band’s personal assistant.”
He scoffed taking a nervously long drag from his cigarette, “Meaning?”
You smirked and said, “Your fired.”
He coughed at that and said, “You can’t do that!”
“Oh yes she can darling,” Freddie said surprising the both of you.
“Fred,” Paul began.
“Goodbye Paul,” he said and made his way to the nearest telephone to call Miami and inform him of the sudden change.
You’d seen the looks of relief and happiness on Roger and Deaky’s faces but before you could say anything else Brian was dragging you away from back stage giving the nearest roady his guitar before pulling you into the nearest empty bathroom and locking the door before laying a hard kiss on your lips.
Brian reached down and pulled you up to wrap your legs around his waist lifting your skirt up as he continued on kissing you.
You gasped and moaned as he ran his tongue over hour bottom lip asking for permission. You gladly opened your mouth to him and moaned at the sudden chill that met your crotch as he tore away your underwear.
He pulled away to work his pants open.
“Brian–” you began but was interrupted as a moan broke out of you when he entered you.
The air was filled with moans and grunts as you shifted your hips meeting his pace with every thrust.
You were close now, so close to cumming when you said, “I love you...make me yours.”
Brian’s eyes lit up at this and he stilled.
“You mean it?” He asked eyes alight with wonder.
“Yes,” you say taking a leap of faith, “I love you Brian Harold May.”
He smiled and his kiss went from hurried and hungry to love filled and tender.
“Happy birthday to me indeed,” he said with a smirk and made to finish when you heard banging at the door.
“Get a move on lovebirds we want to go eat and sleep!” Roger yelled.
“Bugger off!” Brian yelled before reluctantly helping you down.
“Should do as he says,” you say as you fix your skirt, “he won’t leave us alone otherwise.”
He nodded looking every bit a lost puppy.
“I can warn Deaky and Fred to be out for bit,” you say with a playful smirk.
Brian pulled you into a loving embrace and kiss suddenly eager to be back at the hotel to finish what was started.
request: Hi! My period just started so maybe you could write sth where reader gets one a really bad one and she faints when Queen has a rehearsal? Ofc Brian may x reader! Thank you!
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A/N: iiiiiiiiiiiiiii lovely. Okay, of course periods aren't lovely, but this idea is and I'm excited to write it!!!!! I'm actually on my period, as well, now. I hope you're feeling better now. I actually have fainted due to period pain (it was also because of the horrible flu and it was the only time in my life yet that I've fainted). Hope this meets your standarts. Happy reading!
warnings: pains, periods, the title gives them away :D
You've felt heavy all day, heaving and panting and having a headache or head-spin every time you stand up. It isn't the day of your period where you're just angry or sad or horny. No, this is the day when everything hurt. Your head, your stomach, your back, practically anything you touch and own. It was, as always, unbearable.
Periods were never easy on you, and they didn't even last a few days. No, your periods were six to seven days full of pain, anger and exhaustion every month. There was no exception. The flow was always heavy and your stomach and back hurt the most of all, and you got easily irritated and angered through every day. Sometimes you were crying from your emotions or small little things like being unable to unscrew a bottle or fix a pen that has fallen apart. When your period passed, you'd laugh at those incidents, but at the moments you'd felt like it was the end of the world.
Brian understood your irritation and exhaustion, so he didn't ask any questions and just talked to you, took care of you, mostly leaving you to yourself. You are always thankful for that, loving when no one really bothers you or minds your presence. He asked you if you wanted to go to the studio with him, and you agreed. You didn't really want to stay home, you just wanted to be somewhere. You convinced him that you'd be okay watching them rehearse, minding your own business.
You're curled up on the sofa, many painkillers already taken and chocolate eaten, your stomach still hurting. Your knees were up to your chest and you watched the boys sing and play their instruments. Their performance was incredible already, and you can't even give yourself a reason for why they rehearse at all. Freddie's improvising every time they perform on stage and it's magnificent, you're frozen on the spot and your eyes are glued to him, watching his enigmatic persona emerge and carry Freddie around the stage.
Deaky takes his guitar strap off his shoulders and over his head, lifting the guitar with it, and you watch Brian do the same. Freddie finishes singing and places the mic into the stand, and Roger gives you all a few final hits on his drum and you know they're taking a break. Finally. You smile tiredly, knowing you'll have some alone time with Brian. They all talk between themselves about grabbing something to eat and you realise your dire need to go to the bathroom.
You stand up slowly and wince immediately, your back and shoulders hurting. You try to slow your movements even more and stand up finally. Nothing's wrong, you feel a bit faint, as usual, and start walking across the room to its exit door. In the next second, your vision gets warped by black spots and you feel ever weaker, your legs feeling numb, and the incredible pain in your stomach only intensifies. You close your eyes, groaning softly, and feel yourself tilting to the side a little. Actually, you are falling, but you feel absolutely no sense of the world itself at the moment, so you don't know that you're fainting. There are yells around you, but you don't hear anything, falling to the floor and feeling cold all over your body. You feel like you've quickly fallen asleep.
You don't think you've woken up a big amount of time later, it felt like an eternity but when you open your eyes, you know it's been a minute or two. Four faces are looking down on yours, and they all sigh, some stepping away. Brian, Rog, Freddie and John. You blink a few times and try to gather yourself, rubbing your hand all over your face. You don't want to listen in on what they're saying between themselves, but you only focus on Brian.
“Sweetheart,” he says sweetly and you feel his hand on your leg. You want to swat it away out of slight irritation, but you control yourself, “how do you feel?”
You sigh heavily and look down. You're on the couch and your head falls against the cushion. John sits down next to the sofa, squatting down and you look at him momentarily.
“I don't know... I felt so weak for a moment, and my stomach wouldn't stop hurting. As it does,” you add with slight anger, “I just wanted to go to the toilet.”
“You fainted, dear.” Says John and you raise your eyebrows.
“Ah,” you say, “must've been that, yes.” You admit and chuckle, curling up on the sofa, your knees to your chest. The stomach pain hasn't stopped, and it frustrates you. “John, would you mind?” You look at him pleadingly, and he understands what you mean, standing up and nodding. “Sorry.” You apologise.
John chuckles. “Don't worry.” He says and walks to Freddie and Roger, who are chatting about the place to have lunch at today. You look back at Brian and reach out your hand to his that is placed on your leg. Brian gives it to you, letting you squeeze his hand after it comes off your leg. You do squeeze his hand between your fingers, and Brian even flinches a little. A very quiet 'sorry' leaves your lips, but Brian shakes his head.
“It's fine, dear.” He says and then touches your cheek with his other hand. “Stomach still hurts?”
“Fuck, yes.” You say, gritting your teeth. “I want to murder it.” You admit and look away. Brian chuckles full-heartedly.
“I think you'll still need that for kids and, uh...” Brian raises his eyebrows, “living.” He finishes and you both laugh. “But love,” he says after the sweet moment and you look up, “can't I take you to the hospital? It seems worse than any other time.”
You sigh and close your eyes, knowing that Brian's right and his suggestion is the right one. “Yeah, you might need to.” You say. Brian looks at you questioningly, waiting for you to finish talking. He knows there's an argument you have. “But I'm lazy.” You make a sad face and shrug. Brian laughs, and then stands up.
“C'mon, love, I'll carry you to our car, get you food and drive you to the hospital.” He says and spreads out his arms to you. You give him a warm smile. “Does that sound good?”
“It does.” You say. “Only I'm not sure your stick-like arms will be able to carry me.” You admit and you two laugh again. Brian knows your humor gets a bit darker when you're going through your womanhood days, and he can deal with it. Sometimes it seems very funny to him, sometimes he gets a bit offended, but that doesn't last long.
“Let's go, dear.” Brian says and slides his arms under your shoulders and knees. You groan, wincing as well, because the pain in your back and stomach only intensify when Brian lifts you up. “Did I do something wrong?” He asks immediately. You shake your head and bear the pain.
“'S not your fault, baby.” You say and let your head fall against Brian's chest. Maybe this day will get better eventually, and you hope the hospital can give you something actually worthy against the stupid stomach pains and cramps.
Pairing: Brian May x Reader
AN: This was a song fic request sent in by @marvellouslynerdy! I tried to make this extra soft since there was also a request in my ask box for soft, fluffy Brian. I hope you like it!
Song: “Never Tear Us Apart” by INXS
You could still remember the feeling that you had on the first day that you met him. You had been standing outside the pub after his band had performed, desperate to get away from the claustrophobic atmosphere of the small bar. He had stumbled outside, accidentally running into you. There were little beads of sweat running down his face, and he looked like he was glowing.
“Hello, I’m Brian.” He greeted you with a smile.
Your stomach had twisted and your heart stuttered at the sound of his voice, and you were hooked on him instantly. He was a Rockstar from London, and you were just a Uni student who was participating in a foreign exchange program from the States. You were from two completely different worlds, and yet so perfect for one another.
Even though he was a Rockstar, he was so soft and gentle. He could get angry, but you never saw that side of him often. He always handled you with care and respected you in ways that you didn’t think a man actually would. You adored him, and people always told you that he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky. Of course, that was a major compliment when it came to Brian.
“You know, I’m going on tour soon,” he whispered one night as you both lay in bed, his fingers running up and down your arm. “Do you think that you’ll be able to wait for me?”
There was apprehension in his tone that caused you to lean up on your arm with your head propped in your hands. There was a hint of sadness in his deep blue eyes, and you brushed your finger along his cheek.
“I would wait a lifetime for you, Brian May. No one can tear us apart.”
He smiled up at you, his hand reaching up to grasp yours. His dark, curly hair was framing his face perfectly and you felt your chest tighten. You were two people from different worlds, but that wasn’t going to stop you from loving him.
x.x.x
Being away from each other for so long was hard. You hadn’t realized just how much you missed him until you would talk on the phone with him late at night instead of falling asleep in his arms. He always sounded so tired, and while you knew that he wanted to speak with you, you always cut the call short so that he could get some rest. You didn’t want to, but you knew it was what he needed.
You also hadn’t been prepared for the mass amount of rumors that there were surrounding him and his band. You knew that there would be stories, but not on such a large scale. There were new speculations every day about each band members relationships. While John was well known to be in a serious relationship, it was easy for polite encounters to be misconstrued as something else. You knew Brian, and you knew that he would never betray you in such a way. However, that didn’t seem to soften the hurt.
“They’re nothing, darling. You know you’re the only one that has my heart.”
He would say it every day, and every day you would believe him. You soon learned how to ignore the rumors, but all you wanted was for him to come back home.
On the last night of their tour, they were in a town only a couple hours away from London. Deciding that you had waited long enough to see him, you got in the car and drove to the venue. You were shaking with excitement to see him, and you could hardly wait until the end of the show. You made sure to find a spot right next to the barricade on the side of the stage that Brian usually stood on. You didn’t know if he would see you in the dim lighting, but you had a prime view of him.
When the lights went down, and the music started playing, you felt your heart pounding in your chest. He was one of the first ones to walk out, and you were sure that you were screaming the loudest out of everyone. It had been a couple of months since you had seen him, but he didn’t look different at all. He gave the crowd a big wave and a smile, and as his eyes started trailing back to the stage, they landed on you. You could see the smile grow across his lips and you blew him a kiss. He blew you one back, and numerous girls standing around you screamed excitedly, not realizing that it had been just for you.
The show was fantastic, but you were praying that it would be a short set because all you could think about was jumping into his arms. His eyes found yours numerous times throughout the night, and if you missed him before, being in the same room as him but not being able to touch him made you ache a thousand times more.
By the end of the set, you had already started making your way to the side of the stage so that you could get to him as quickly as possible. Your name wasn’t on the list, since you hadn’t told Brian you were coming, so you weren’t allowed backstage. However, you hung out next to the back hallway so Brian knew exactly where to find you.
The music finally stopped, and the cheering got louder as all the boys walked off stage. You hoped that Brian wouldn’t go back to his dressing room before finding you, and when he rounded the corner, you jumped. He had dropped his guitar off, but he was still shining with sweat, and panting slightly from the performance. There was a moment as the two of you just stared at each other, trying to believe that the other one was really there. It had been too much time apart.
Finally, Brian stepped forward and brushed past the security guard to wrap you up in his arms. You were so happy to be back in his embrace, you felt like you could fly.
“Oh, sweetheart. I am so glad you’re here.” He murmured into your hair, moving down to press kisses all over your face.
It felt like your worlds were colliding all over again, and everything was perfect.
“I told you, darling… nothing can keep us apart.”
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For the Nonny who asked for, "How about a hug, hm"
(NOTE: Didn't know which era bri so I went with dis Bri. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong!)
TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions depression
You seemed ok when he left for work. He’d been a bit hyper aware since you hadn’t felt one hundred percent the day before.
Brian knew you were prone to your own depressive episodes and both knew and understood what that is like and tried his best to cheer you up without being overbearing. Today proved to be a not so good day for you as he saw when he came back home to find you still in bed all curtains, which he’d opened, closed and the bed’s blankets cocooning you like a shield protecting you from the outside world.
He sighed sadly feeling for you and changed into a pair of sleeping pants and shirt before getting in bed beside you. He pulled away gently at the top end of the blanket to reveal you looking a bit worse for wear and visibly exhausted.
“Hey pretty lady,” he said softly settling in beside you.
“Hey,” you say allowing him to pull you flush against him, but not quite pulling the blanket away.
“How was your day?” He asked knowing it was a stupid question, and knowing from experience that it was tedious question to answer.
You gave a shrug and said, “I don't know, I took my anti-depressants a little bit ago.”
He nodded understanding and was relieved you’d taken your meds. They still had to kick in but he could see you were a bit more than you were when he left that morning.
"How about a hug, hm," he said opening his arms to you.
You nearly tackled him as you jumped out of the blanket cocoon into his awaiting arms.
“You’ll be ok,” he said reassuringly as he ran his fingers through your hair soothingly.
You nodded into his chest and say, “One day at a time right?”
He hummed in agreement and said, “That’s right, one day at a time.”
“And a space loving rockstar,” you say with a small smile.
He chuckled at that as relief washed over him. You were cracking jokes, that is a good sign and promise of a better tomorrow.
For the Nonny who asked: could you maybe do a mix of “rise and shine, sweet thing." and “rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.” for Present Brian May x reader?
It was the morning after the Oscars and Brian had been up for a while. He forewent the bike today still reeling from the night before. From opening the awards, to all the wins Borhap received to the borderline reverent love he made to you through the night.
He sighed and went to the bathroom before going to the kitchen and preparing some breakfast for the both of you to have in bed.
“Rise and shine sweet thing,” he said as he placed the loaded tray, and tray stand, on the foot of his bed.
You hummed as you stretched a wide grin before saying, “Good morning love.”
Brian gave you languid kiss before getting back in bed beside you.
“Made you breakfast,” he said pulling the tray up.
“If you call toast and tea a full English,” you say with a laugh.
“Well, since the boys are stayed the night I thought that this would start you off on the right food before jumping up to mother them...and that this would go down easier than a full English based on your condition,” he said seriously.
Your smile fell at that shock taking over you.
“Who told you?” You asked after a moment of silence.
“No one,” he said a bit too quickly.
You hummed and got out of bed putting on your bathrobe as you made your way out of your shared bedroom.
“Rise and fucking shine, motherfuckers!” You yelled as you walked into the room the boys were sleeping in.
The four boys of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ bolted awake from where they lay sleeping each gasping and looking around in shock clearly still exhausted from the evening before.
“Now which of you snitching assholes told Brian I’m pregnant?” You asked hands on your hips and toe tapping to boot.
Gwil, who’d spilled the beans, was trying to sneak off with Brian for help.
Joe saw this and pointed behind you.
“Looks like I’m cooking up a father and son stew tonight,” you say as you chased after now afraid Brian and Gwil.
Ben, Rami, Joe and a now awake Lucy laughed at their antics before turning to Joe Cheshire grins on their faces.
“What’s with the looks?” Joe asked curiously.
“(Y/N) and Gwil are going to eat you alive for snitching,” Ben said with a chuckle.
“And we won’t help you get out of it. You snitched on your brother and you know there's a something (Y/N) hates more than romcoms is a snitch,” Rami said with a grin as he pulled Lucy to him kissing her temple.
For the Nonny who asked, “Oof 35, "do you think she could have loved me" (I think that's how it went lol?) Anyways! That prompt with current brian being sad about being cheated on (not by reader) and he just needs a hug?”
“Here,” you said putting the steaming cup of tea on the coffee table as Bri sat up from his laying position on your couch.
“Thanks Tink,” he said laughing softly at your eye roll when he called you ‘Tink’.
He’d dubbed you that after you’d dressed up as Tinker Bell from Peter Pan for one of Freddie’s parties some years ago and the name stuck. You’d roll your eyes at him for calling you that but you reveled in it. No one but him called you that and you loved that about it. It made feel like there was a chance for you. Despite him being with Sara, the woman who up until a couple of hours ago was the woman he was going to marry.
“You’ll be fine Bri,” you say soothingly as you sat beside him putting a hand in the middle of his back.
He sighed and took a drink from his cup.
You sat with him for a while in silence offering him silent support as he pondered what to do next.
“Can you believe she doesn’t know I know?” He asked quietly.
You don’t respond and let him get what he has to say of his chest.
“Do you think she could have loved me?” He asked before breaking down.
You pull him into your embrace and let him cry.
“I can’t answer that love,” you say honestly, “If she did then she’s got a hell of a way of showing it. Clearly she doesn’t know what an amazing guy you are if she thinks it necessary to look somewhere else.”
He sighed and nodded numbly wrapping his arms around you.
You held the sigh you wanted to breath at the feel of him in your arms and let him cry. You’d be his friend even if wanted more and Brian only wanted you to be his friend.
You would help him get through this. The two of you would get through this together as you always had.
