May I request something with Brian May x American fem! Reader where they are friends with secret crushes on each other? It's the readers first Christmas in the UK and since she had a falling out with her folks, but only kept in touch with her brother and wasn't going to go back to America for the holidays and could afford to in the first place. Maybe he and the guys could try to do something to make this Christmas special. While Freddie plays Cupid since he could have been peeved/confused the reader kept her birthday secret because her last one in the US was a living hell. Even though the reader enjoys Christmas she awkwardly keeps to herself knowing her friends were celebrating with their own families and while not wanting to be a bother she could be unaware of the secret plan the guys truly have or something.
Christmasy fluff and serious angst(mentions of emotional abuse, attempted suicide and depression) that ends with fluff confession.
Pretty please and thank you so much!💖
Hey there! Was saving this ask for this season and PHEW this is very complicated! I may have to whittle it down but I hope you like it!
You sat by the fireplace when you heard a loud "SHIT!" from the kitchen.
Another voice called out "what is it, Fred!"
"Burned my finger!"
Brian let out a laugh.
"That's not that bad! No need to scream like you're getting fucking murdered!"
"Oh, shut up!"
It made you smile. You placed both hands over your mulled cider and took a sip. Already there was a record of some pretty piano.
Brian emerged, raising a hand to his head to scratch his curls.
"Are you alright?" you asked.
"Ask me five minutes later and I'll tell you yes! But you...Y/N...you've been quiet..." he said.
His eyes softened. He sat on the chair next to you. The fire kept crackling. The tree the three of you decorated had lights that would slowly go on and then fade and turn back onto their light, multicolor glow. You had to admit they looked lovely against Brian's cheekbones.
"It's just...this is my first Christmas in the UK and...it's not that it itself is bad at all I just..."
You let out a sigh and put down your mug.
"My friends are out there, back home...with their own families. And you have your own. Loving, safe, stable, supported, and mine..."
You lowered your face to look at your hands and not at him. It would make discussing this easier.
There was the sound of footsteps and both of your heads whipped out to see Freddie.
"I'm going to get something in the other room, will be back in a bit- probably stuck in the corner," he announced.
"Go on, Fred!" Brian said, waving his hand.
Once the door closed, Brian turned to you.
"You mean...when they...they..."
"They said all those cruel, awful things to me, all the time and...and so much...so much and...and the suicide attempt I...I can't even think about it and I..I shouldn't miss it, I shouldn't miss home and all this holiday crap about having to be home for the holidays and I can't ever go home!!" you cried.
You placed your face into your hands and let yourself cry. Brian got closer to you, he put a hand over your back softly, going "there, there dear..."
"It's alright...you have us...and me and Fred...we'll be your family. We'll take care of you, feed you, give you a couch if you need it. Deaky's an early riser so he'll knock on your door and drag you out at 7 am- just a warning!"
You let yourself smile from that. You let yourselves both release from the hug, looking into each other's eyes.
"And you...you've been a treat for me- er- us to get to know. You're funny, creative, smart...and fun to be with. You may not have your birth family, but you're not alone...you have us."
"And do I have you, Brian?" you asked.
"Yes, you have me too...wait, what's on my head?"
He looked up and let out a curse, his arms folding and his face turning pink. Fred conveniently walked over at the end of your conversation and pulled out some mistletoe he let dangle from his hand over your heads.
"You know the rules!" he chirruped.
"Y/N, I don't want to, uh, make you uncomfortable!" Brian began to stammer.
"It's okay, you can kiss me!" you relented.
Letting out an exhale, he gave you a quick, chaste- but gentle- kiss.
"About time! Should we hear a happy announcement, soon?" Fred asked.
"Bugger off and don't let our dinner burn! Y/N's been looking forward to it all week!" Brian insisted.
Fred walked back to the kitchen.
Your heart racing, feeling bold, you went up to speak quietly in Brian's ear.
"I have to tell you...Brian I...If there was anyone I could be tricked to be under the mistletoe with- I'm glad it's you!"
He blinked. His face still flushed.
"I...I uh, agree...Y/N. Tomorrow there's an ice skating rink...can we go there?"
"You mean as a date? Then...then yes!" you agreed.
You both smiled and squeezed hands. The cadence of the record player finished into nothing as the snow beat against the window. For once, all really was merry and bright.
