#almost didn’t finish this bc i spent like half an hour trying to get brian’s face right

[twizel]

college brilex :3

[fredthelegend]

Passion for Fashion

Pairing: Brian May x reader

Summary: You’re a college student whose hobby is fashion. You finally meet someone with a passion that rivals yours.

WC: 1.6+

Warnings: none

A/N: Literally I’m so slow at filling requests bc I always gotta be extra :/ sorry y’all I’m trying! This request was really cute, I hope you like it, anon!

Your job at a boutique allowed you dress the way you wanted without going broke. You took home all of the clothes that were ripped and fixed them yourself, sometimes even making your own designs out of the scraps. You also got a hefty discount on the items in the store, which you often took advantage of. It’s safe to say that fashion was your hobby. Being a college student with not a lot of free time, you were grateful that your job encouraged your passion. Usually, college students will dress for comfort, so you always stuck out like a sore thumb. You didn’t mind it though, you basked in the attention and felt a sort of pride each time you turned a head. As far as you were concerned, you were the most fashionable person and most forward trendsetter in the university. That was until you met Brian May.

While finishing up a paper in the cafe, a tall curly haired young man walked into the shop, letting the door shut behind him with the tinkle of the bell. The bell caught your attention and when you looked up, you found he was already staring at you. While you were used to it, there was something different about the was he looked at you. Then you noticed what he was wearing. An embroidered scarf hung around his neck, tucked under the collar of a rather expensive looking brown suede jacket. You pursed your lips in a smirk, realizing you’d met your fashion match at your university. You turned your head back to your paper, working for a few uninterrupted minutes before someone slid a chair up to your table. 

“I don’t believe we’ve met, I would’ve remembered you,” the young man stuck his hand out after setting his coffee beside yours on the small table. However flirty his statement had sounded, there was a certain challenge about him. He wasn’t talking about remembering your face, clearly he was talking about your clothes. You couldn’t blame him, your clothing choices were anything but forgettable.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you took his hand. “I’m an English major here.” He nodded.

“Astrophysics,” he responded, blowing on his coffee. “I couldn’t help but admire your jacket, I’ve never seen anything like it before.” He was talking about your jean jacket that you had sewn a few orange suede strips on. I was one of your favorites. 

“Thanks, I made it myself,” a corner of your mouth lifted up. “You never told me your name, Mr. Astrophysics.”

“Brian May at your service,” he grinned. The rest of the afternoon was spent talking about style, current events, and everything in between. Conversation was so easy with Brian and you found yourselves being kicked out of the cafe promptly at 6pm, which is when it closed. 

“You know, my band is playing at the pub downtown tonight and I’d love it if you’d come watch,” Brian asked you as he walked you to your dorm. “We’re not half bad, we got a new singer and bassist a few weeks ago. I think you’d really like our new singer, Fred.” 

“I’d love to!” you told him with a smile. “Well, this is my dorm, what time is the show?” 

“It’s at 9, I’ll see you there,” he left you with a kiss on your cheek before you disappeared into your dorm. 

“Three hours? That’s hardly enough time to get ready!” you said to yourself before booking it to your room. After at least an hour of deliberation, your closet lay in a heap on your bed. Since Brian liked your jacket so much, you decided to pair it with a high waisted jean skirt (Canadian tuxedos are all the rage right now, come on), a black turtleneck, and over the knee black socks. You had a pair of orange suede go go boots that matched the strips on your jacket perfectly. You tied a piece of the orange fabric that you had left over in your hair before moving to do your makeup.

You stepped out of your dorm promptly at 8:30 and made your way to the pub. While it wasn’t a very long walk, your feet killed you when you pushed the door open. Hey, beauty is pain, right?

“(Y/N)!” Brian shouted your name across the noisey bar, waving you over to a table on the wall that included what must be his band mates. “Meet Roger, our drummer, John, our bassist, and Freddie, our singer!” You gave a little wave to everyone before sitting down in the booth next to Brian. John gave you a nod and Roger gave you a wink before they turned and went back to whatever they were bickering about. Freddie gushed about your jacket, admiring your outfit and telling you that he’s never met anyone with a style to rival Brian’s, which earned an eyeroll from Brian. Before long, “Queen” got called up to the stage and you were the one to kiss Brian on the cheek this time as a good luck. 

If your socks weren’t so long, you were sure they would’ve been knocked off. They were simply the best band you’d ever seen live, their chemistry was incredible and they were each respective geniuses at their instruments. Although Freddie certainly was an eyefull, you couldn’t keep your gaze off of Brian for long. Each solo was more mystifying than the last. The show was over far too quickly for your taste, and the boys bounded back to the table in all of their after show glory. Surprisingly, Brian wrapped you in a hug and spun you around and you squealed, telling the boys how amazing they’d done.

The next few weeks included study dates with your new best friend Brian, trips to the pub every weekend to watch Queen perform, sewing with Freddie, and hanging out with the boys almost every day. You were there when they recorded their first album, when they went to see Freddie’s family, everything. It was a comfortable cycle. The boys were the best friends you’d ever had and they were the happiest few weeks of your life. You’d be graduating soon with your English degree, and to be honest, you had no clue what you were going to do after. Brian always told you not to worry, that everything would be alright, and you trusted him. You trusted him more than you’d ever trusted anyone before. 

“(Y/N)!!!” Brian screamed as he pushed open the door to your dorm. You dropped the needle and fabric in your hand.

“Oh my god Brian what! What happened!” you ran out of your room in a flurry, worried that something bad had happened. 

“We got a record deal!” he picked you up and spun you around just like he’d done the first gig you’d been to. 

“Seriously?!” you giggled, holding Brian just as tight. “That’s so amazing, Brian!” He set you down and put his hands on your shoulders in a serious manner. 

“Okay, I have good news, bad news, and just plain news,” he said, guiding you to sit on the couch. “Which do you want to hear first?”

“Well...I guess the bad news,” you bit your lip, worried. Brian grabbed your hands and held them in his, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs on the back of your hands.

“The deal includes a tour, which means I’ll be leaving for a few months,” your stomach dropped as you searched Brian’s eyes, waiting for him to tell you he was kidding. Brian was your whole world, your best friend, your rock. Truth be told, you’d been in love with him for weeks, but never told him for fear of rejection. This was so much worse than rejection. Brian saw the tears in your eyes and was quick to tell you the good news. “But listen here, I’ve talked to the band and to management and because we all love you so much, we want you to come with us as our personal designer!” Your mouth dropped open and you immediately attacked Brian with a hug, pushing him backwards. You’d never been more relieved in your entire life. 

“Thank god,” you breathed into Brian’s hair. “Wait, you said you had good news, bad news and then just plain news?” You sat up but Brian stayed laying down. He bit his lip nervously. “Bri, just spit it o-”

“I’m in love with you, (Y/N),” he said quickly. “I have been for weeks, and when they said we were leaving I knew I just had to tell you, even if you’ll be coming with us now after you graduate, I mean because you don’t have any concrete plans after you graduate soon, I really hope you’ll come with-” You cut him off by leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips. Brian immediately melted just as you pulled away. 

“Of course I’ll come with,” you said breathlessly. “And I love you too, Bri. I love you so much.” Brian’s face broke out in a smile and he took your head in his hands, dragging your face to his for another kiss. 

[thequeenofadream]

Break Free ( John Deacon x Reader)

Summary: you freed john from the studio and into the island of Bali.

Words: 1,367

Notes: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF MUCH FLUFF

A/N: this is for @radio-ha-ha‘s deacky monday, because i too believe that deacy needs more appreciation!! follow her bc shes really cool ok bye im sorry.. also deacy stayed in bali for ten days so maybe a part two idk?

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“Hey Deacy.”

You planted a kiss upon your boyfriend’s cheek as you entered the studio. He looked frustrated and tired with his back against the sofa. You looked over to where he gaze was fixed to see Freddie and Brian fighting. Roger just smoked a cigar from his drum kit, rolling his eyes at the argument. You sighed as this was probably the hundredth time they were fighting over a song for this album.

It had been weeks since you had seen any smile on a John’s face and you had long ago deducted that this was why. You just wished you could do something about it, and you had finally come up with an idea. It was slightly an insane idea, but it was the thought that counted, right? You sat beside him and held his hand. “Look at me.” You cupped his cheek as he looked at you.

“Let’s go to Bali.”

He jolted back from your unexpected proposition with the most confused expression that has been known to man. You just gave an awkward smile, hoping he would give in, but he just raised an eyebrow.

“Oh come one, it would be the perfect opportunity for you to get away!” You said.

“Okay, say if I said yes, how would I tell the others?” He asked crossing his arms.

“What if you didn’t?” You said standing up and walking over to a desk. You took a pen and paper and started writing. John shook his head as he stood up following you. “What are you doing?” He asked looking over your shoulder.

“Just a little note.”

You finished up and left it right on top of the table. You held John’s hand and dragged him right out the door despite his scepticism. He couldn’t comprehend why he was even letting you drag him into this, but he didn’t necessarily want you to stop.

You both were long gone before Freddie had gone to check on John. Their quarrel had gone on for hours and they finally reached a compromise. He felt bad for starting fights, but he fought for what he was passionate about. He exited the booth to see a note on one of the tables. He picked it up and read it several times, not believing it one bit.

“Brian!” He said as he ran back into the booth with the note in his hand.

“What’s wrong now?”

“Gone to Bali?” Fred raised the paper showing it to the rest of the band. The cigarette in roger’s mouth just fell to the ground as brian sighed.

Meanwhile, you and John were already at the airport waiting for your flight. John had become more open to the idea of taking a short vacation, especially with you. You had already packed yours and John’s bags before visiting him in the studio. You really wanted him to go and you were prepared to drag his ass to a beautiful beach while sipping a margarita or something along those lines.

“You had this planned out from the beginning, didn’t you?” He asked looking into his bag to see sunblock, mosquito repellant and every other essential you could think of. You just nodded, proud of what you had done. You were both sat down in a waiting area near the gate.

“Look, I just hate you seeing you so stressed and restless, so I thought a little sun would do you some good. I know you’re the mediator, but you don’t deserve to hear them squabble 24/7.”

He pressed a quick kiss against your lips as you hummed happily. He pulled away and gazed into your eyes.

“What would I do without you.”

You both boarded the plane and slept during the half of the flight. You’d lay your head against John’s shoulder and he would secretly be awake and watch you sleep so peacefully until he fell asleep. You woke up about 12 hours in, but John was still very much asleep. “This was definitely what he needed.” You mumbled to yourself. You took a book out of your bag and read it for the rest of the flight.

When the pilot informed you that plane was about to land, you shook John’s shoulder very light, trying to get him awake. He groaned sleepily as his eyes fluttered open.

“Y/N?”

“We’re about to land, Deacy.” You smiled. You pointed at the window that revealed a beautiful blue sky over the island of Bali.

“Did I really sleep for 16 hours?” He asked taking some time to regain himself.

“Yep. I told you, you needed some rest.” You said in the classic “i told you so” tone. He just furrowed his eyebrows. “Okay, I get it. You were right and I was wrong.” He said before the plane landed roughly. You held his hand tightly until the plane came to a full stop. People started standing up, hurrying to get out, but you and John just waited till everyone was out so you could take your time.

You both finally got to the resort and the villa was absolutely stunning. It was traditional and took advantage of it’s wonderful sceneries. You were both very lucky because you came right in time for sunrise. You stared in awe seeing how the various colours mixed together to create a wondrous sunrise over the beach.

“It’s breathtaking, isn’t it?” You continued looking at the view as you leaned against the balcony rails. You just wished you could stay here forever, just the two of you.

“Not as breathtaking as you, dear.”

You looked back at him to see that had been staring at you the whole time. You rolled your eyes at him.

“That was cheesy.” You snickered walking right up to him and hugging him. He suddenly swept you off your feet spinning you around. “You have no idea.” He said as you giggled at his affectionate display.

This was definitely your best idea.

He slowed down and let you down. “Sorry, you just make me that kind of person.” He laughed.

“Well, now I hope I can make you into the kind of person that’s ready for some outdoor activities!” You grabbed a brochure from you bag holding it up. He sat down on one of the lounge chairs as you went through the pages. “Okay, so I asked the hotel what they’d recommend and they the things to do were to go hiking near mount Batur and scuba diving at the reefs.” He nodded along seeing how your face lit up at the future adventures.

You guys had gone hiking seeing it as way to kickstart the day. It was extremely tiring, but the view was worth it. Once you got onto higher grounds, you couldn’t help but shout.

“I’M ON TOP OF THE WORLD!”

John giggled at you, even if he was clearly out of breathe. After getting back down you headed straight for the beach, renting scuba gear for you and John. He was a bit hesitant at first.

“Y/N, what if there's a shark.” He said seriously.

“Aw, are you scared Deacy?” You smirked.

“Am not! I just wanted to make sure.”

You both dived in and saw a ton of fishes swim by. You looked down to see the gorgeous coral reefs and all the fishes that lived in them. It was like a tiny city of colours. John looked like he had seen a fish his whole life. He was absolutely starstruck, you almost thought he would try to befriend them. When you both resurfaced, John had the biggest grin among the two of you. You headed back to your villa and spent the rest of the evening in bed.

He laid his head on your lap, as the both of you just had random conversations.

“How are you not hungry after all that?” You asked john in disbelief. He shook his head and hummed sweetly. “I could order some grilled fish.” You suggested, he just shook his head while still smiling like an idiot.

“I only need you.” He said sitting.

“Thanks for breaking me free.” He spoke sweetly, before closing the gap between the both of you.

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