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thatesqcrush · 4 years ago

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Fall From Grace, Pt. 4

Brian Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: People asked, ye shall receive more Brian Kneef. This time, with more smut! Warnings for rough-ish sex, language, p in v, oral sex, cum play.

AN: Our lovely REE was on The Good Fight for all of 3 minutes so I am taking lots of liberties. I am obsessed with the anti-Barba. He was just delicious.

AN2: Brian remains my favorite a snarky lawyer asshole. Shh, don’t tell Barba.

WC: 1761

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Brian hoisted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. His lips crashed against yours. The feel of his lips, his body against yours – it was as if a wildfire burned through you. Heat funneled straight down to between your legs. Your arms cradled around his neck and your lips remains fused against his as he carried you back into the house.

The house was empty – the house manager was nowhere to be seen. Brian put you down and led you up the tempered glass steps stainless steel spiral glass staircase towards the bedroom.

You gawked at the opulence over the house; you could not get over it. Brian noticed.

“No point in having money if you can’t enjoy yourself.”

“You’re telling me.” You huffed. “I think I need a raise.” You stared at a painting that you recognized as a work of Jules Olitski.

“I’ll make it happen. You deserve it. But for now…” Brian approached you from behind and nuzzled your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine. His hands ran up the curve of your sides and cupped your breasts. You hummed and turned around to kiss him once more.

“I’m worth a pretty penny.” You murmured against his lips. “But for now, fuck me.”

Brian pulled away and cocked his head towards the bedroom. As soon as you were both in the bedroom, you made way to the bed, collapsing as a tangle of limbs. Hands moved in a million directions, exploring and touching everywhere and anywhere. Brian sat up over you and gazed at you with smoldering intensity.

“Too many clothes.”

You looked up at him and batted your eyes coquettishly before you reached down to remove your top. When Brian had requested for you to join him in the Hamptons, you spent the better part of that day’s lunch hour shopping in downtown Chicago for finer lingerie. There was a matching spearmint tulle and macramé bra and panty set in the window that caught your eye. It reminded you of Brian’s eyes and you knew you need to have it. You spent close to near your entire paycheck at an upscale boutique, but you knew it would be worth it.

You tossed your top to the side and then you raised your hips to remove the lace pull on shorts you had donned.

Brian raised his hands through his dark hair and a wolfish grin spread across his face as he took in the sight of you in the lingerie set. ‘Fuck’ he thought. You were a combination of sin and innocence. Brian wanted nothing more than to just bend your legs so they were by your ears and slide his cock into you, fucking you until you couldn’t walk straight but he knew he needed to slow down – to make it last.

He knew deep down this was lust – but also something more. He thought once he fucked you, he would have had it out of his system and would have been able to move on. It was clearly the opposite – he was hooked and he wanted so much more. He could have pretended he had the upper hand, but in reality – you had all the control. He wondered if you knew it. He was at your complete mercy. But he wouldn’t admit it.

A large hand traveled over both of your breasts. “I could do whatever the fuck I want right now with you, Y/N.”

“Could you now?”

Brian lowered himself so he was near millimeters from your face. His breath was hot over your skin.

“I could fuck your tits and come all over them…” Brian husked. His hand traveled up to you cheek and cupped it before running his finger over your bottom lip, tugging. “I could fuck this pretty little mouth of yours.” He shoved two of his fingers into your mouth roughly.

You met his eyes and you used sucked his fingers, using your tongue to mimic as if you were giving him a blow job.

Brian growled at the sensation. He knew what it was like to have your mouth on his cock – but that would have to wait. He wanted your pussy again. He removed his fingers from your mouth and leaned down to kiss you.

“So do it then.” You replied smartly, your eyes searching his. “Do whatever you want. Debase me. It hasn’t stopped you before. And I want it.”

Brian snickered and captured your lips with his. You moaned into the kiss and Brian sucked your bottom lip into his mouth before swirling his tongue around yours. Brian’s lips moved from yours and traveled southward on your body. He shoved the cups of your bra down, so your flesh popped out. His mouth was instantly over a nipple, sucking and licking the pebbled flesh until it was a harden peak before he moved to the other. As Brian continued to ravish your breasts, a hand made its way down to your stomach, until it reached the juncture of your legs, encouraging you to part them.

Brian nestled in between your legs and put one of your thighs onto his shoulder. He took a deep inhalation of your sweet scent and pushed your panties to the side. He tortured you with broad, slow licks. Your back arched to his ministrations. His beard burned your thighs as he continued to eat you out like if he was a man possessed. His tongue swirled over your lips and swollen nub, your arousal flooding his mouth. You gripped the sheets, feeling your orgasm build.

Instinctively, you pushed back, trying to get his tongue deeper inside of you. A heavy arm laid over your stomach, keeping you in place. Brian grinned against your slick, wet cunt and licked the length of it, slowly, teasingly.

“Oh fuck,” You propped yourself up on your elbow to watch. You were making a mess of the sheets below, but you did not care.

Brian paused his actions to slide two thick fingers into your cunt, causing you to cry out. He switched his mouth to your clit, focusing on your swollen nub. As his fingers pumped in and out of you, he continued to apply pressure to your clit.

You cried out in response. “Oh my fucking Go-Brian! Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you pleaded, collapsing onto the bed. Your hand found his hair and you tugged on it. Brian slipped another finger, languidly thrusting three of his fingers in and out of you. Your thighs trembled, feeling the coil inside of you begin to grow again. Every nerve ending in your body was on fire, it had never been this intense before with anyone else.

In response, Brian crooked his fingers in a come hither motion, hitting your sweet spot. “Come for me.” Brian growled against your skin, before sucking on your clit again.

The coil in your belly snapped at his words and you came hard, your walls fluttering around his fingers. His name escaped your lips repeatedly, chanting as if it were prayer as your arousal gushed all over his face. Brian continued to lap at you through your orgasm until your body twitched from over-stimulation.

You whined as Brian removed his fingers. Brian crawled back up and he rubbed his fingers along your lips, smearing your arousal all over them. You parted your mouth and took his fingers into your mouth once more, sucking them clean.

Brian rolled onto his back and pulled you onto him. “Ride me.” You scooted off of him and shoved your ruined panties down before climbing back over him. You dragged your soaked cunt along his cock. Brian groaned as you sunk onto his cock. His cock fit you perfectly and you felt delightfully full; the stretch of his girth was delicious. Brian had one hand on your hips, the other on your breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your hands were on his shoulders as you eagerly bounced on his cock, your ass clapping on his thighs. Wetness streamed down your thighs onto his lap as he met you thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good around my cock,” Brian groaned.

“Oh God, Bri.”

“You like that, hmmm? That big cock in that pussy? Fucking you so hard?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” You moaned. “Oh God. Fuck, fuck.”

“Take that cock Y/N.” Brian grunted as he watched you shut your eyes. Your jaw went slack and your pussy clenched around him. He knew you were close.

“I think I am going to —. Jesus fuck.”

Brian wrapped his hand lightly around your throat squeezing gently. “That’s it. Cum on this cock, cream for me baby,” Brian grunted, continuing to fuck into you with every ounce of his being. His free hand moved from the curve of your hip to your clit, stroking you.

You came again, harder than before, digging your nails into his skin. Watching you come was glorious to Brian and it was his own undoing. He rolled you, so you were on your back once more. Sitting on his haunches, his hand flew over his cock, stroking furiously. His balls tightened along with every muscle in his body and he came hard, shooting hot spurts of cum along your stomach and cunt. Quickly you scrambled and you took his cock into your mouth. Brian shuddered as he finished emptying his load into your mouth.

Feeling particularly naughty, you opened your mouth and showed him the cum that was on your tongue. His eyes darken once more and you swallow. You opened your mouth again, showing him your now clean tongue.

“Shit Y/N.” Brian panted in disbelief, meeting your eyes. You laid back down and play with some of the cum that had decorated your body before licking some off with your finger.

“Mmm. That was fucking amazing.” You reply.

“Yeah.” Brian agreed, throwing himself next to you. He propped himself onto his side, taking in your post-orgasmic glow. Slight bruises show on your hip from where he had gripped tightly.

“Do you always fuck your paralegals or am I special?” You asked, rolling onto your side, facing him.

Brian snickered. “What do you think?”

“I think I am special. I think I have been living rent free in your mind this whole time.” You replied almost in sing-song. You climbed back over him and reached behind so you could stroke his cock. Brian’s eyes fluttered close.

You smiled in triumph and lowered so you were close to his ear. “Next time you come for me… remember, I have your ass.”

FIN.

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ineloqueent · 4 years ago

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Starstruck: Part 4

Brian May x Fem!Reader

This is Part 4 of a multi-part fic. Click the links below to read the Masterpost, the previous part, or the next part of the fic :)

Masterpost / Part 3 / Part 5

Summary: When studying at Imperial College in the 1970s, your path is crossed by a beautiful boy as much in love with the stars as you.

Warnings: swearing

Historical Inaccuracies:

Brian did not live just down the road from Freddie, at least not in 1975, as far as I’m aware :)

Word Count: 7k

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The next morning, Sunday, you woke up in a sunny mood, which was a great contrast to the melancholy of the previous morning. Maybe it was because you’d actually been able to fall asleep last night. Or maybe your dreams had been better, or something. You didn’t quite know, but it was a lovely feeling to sit up in your bed and breathe in the morning air contentedly.

The air this morning smelled of rain, and looking out the window, you could see that your senses had not betrayed you; your mood may have been sunny, but the ground outside was dark with water. Droplets of rain pattered against the roof of your building and the neighbouring ones.

You had the impression that you’d slept in, and your alarm clock confirmed your suspicions, reading 10:37, midmorning.

Throwing off your covers, you looked over to see if Heather was still wrapped up in her usual cocoon of blankets. But you quickly remembered, with a smirk, that she was presently sleeping at Roger’s, though the amount of rest they actually got was up for debate.

“Y/N? Are you up yet?” It was one of your other housemates, Kate, wrapping on your door.

“Yeah, I’m up!”

“Can I come in?” asked Kate.

You glanced at your navy blue pyjamas. Decent enough. “Yeah.”

“Sorry,” said Kate as the door opened to reveal the small girl with her mousy brown hair and gentle manner. “I’ve got a Freddie, uh, Mercury on the phone for you?”

You smiled. Some day, one day, no one would stumble over that name. It would be as commonplace as John Lennon or Frida Kahlo.

“Sorry, I’m not sure why he called the house phone. I told him my extension. I’ll be right there.”

Kate waved a hand. “It’s fine. Men, right?”

Your smile grew wider. “Not what you’re thinking, Katie.”

Kate crossed her thin arms. “So he’s not the reason why you’re suddenly acting like a morning person?”

“Ha! No. I’ve known Freddie for years, and no one, not even him with his energy, is going to make me into a morning person.”

“Okay, then,” said Kate, but her tone was still dubious. “Your unusually good mood shall remain a mystery… Phone in the kitchen.” She disappeared down the hall.

In the kitchen, you picked up the receiver, absently winding the coiled cord around your fingers. “Freddie?”

“Y/N, darling?”

“This is she.”

“Whyever have you just gotten up? Your musical education is going to take effort, you know.”

“Really, Freddie,” you said. “It’s only ten in the morning.”

“Half-past ten,” Freddie sniffed. “I’d like my records back, and I’d like you to take some of my other ones in exchange.”

“Oh, yes,” you remembered. “Though I still don’t see why you’re calling this early. We never discussed a day or time.”

“Now’s as good as any, dearie. Get dressed and skip on down to my flat, will you?”

“How did you know I was still in my pyjamas?”

“Intuition. Just hurry up. I’m bored,” said Freddie and you heard him put down the phone with a click.

“Ridiculous,” you told the silent line, putting down your own phone. You shuffled back down the corridor to your room to change so that you could gobble a slice of toast, down a cup of tea, and be on your way before the impatient Mr. Mercury tipped over the edge.

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You had taken the tube as per usual, and were glad of your raincoat, umbrella, and wellies, because the streets of London were a puddled mess and the sky remained tearful and grey as ever.

Leaving Kensington station, you pulled your hood over your head, because the rain was really so aggressive now that the umbrella simply was not enough on its own.

Halfway to Freddie’s place, you noticed a miserable soul across the street from you.

The fellow had neither rain-suited shoes nor an umbrella, only a velvety jacket that clung, drenched, to his skin in the same manner that his curls were matted to his forehead— wait a second…

“Brian!”

He raised his poodle-y head toward the sound of your voice, his face and gait nearly as dreary as the weather he walked in, but his posture improved greatly as he spotted you.

“Y/N!” he said happily.

Scanning for cars, you found the street clear and hurried across, one hand pressed against the satchel in which you carried Queen’s records.

“Oh, you’re soaking,” you looked him up and down.

“I guess it’s just rain and I’m not made of sugar, but you’re not wrong.”

“That poor jacket has been through so much already,” you said, hoisting your umbrella higher so that its protective shield also extended to Brian, “what with keeping you warm in lieu of your scarf the other day. I still have that by the way. Oh, this isn’t really working, is it?” You frowned at the way the water still ran in rivulets down Bri’s face because your reach wasn’t far enough to hold the umbrella properly over his head.

“No, not particularly,” he said with faint amusement, brushing a raindrop from where it had splattered directly onto his eyelashes. He held out a hand for the umbrella. “Here, let me take that—”

“What? And let me get my lower half completely drenched?” You were joking, but he shook his head in earnest, little droplets of water flying from his hair in the process. You almost laughed; he really did look like a poodle now.

“Absolutely not. Take my arm.”

You blinked at him, not quite understanding how this was going to work out.

“Y/N,” he sighed, pulling the umbrella handle from your grip. He linked his left arm in your right, transferred the umbrella to his left hand, and used his right to place your hand on his forearm. “There,” he said cheerfully, with the pleased air of someone who had just completed an arduous task.

You rolled your eyes and began to walk along, your side nestled against his in a little pocket of warmth away from the coldness of the world.

“Where are you going, anyway?” you asked. “This is all good and well, but if you’re going in the opposite direction to me…”

“I was on my way to Freddie’s, actually, so if you’re not busy, maybe you’d like to join me for a bit?”

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion. No doubt Freddie had invited the both of you along at the same time, all part of his strange master plan to get the two of you to spend more time together.

“You know,” you said, “that’s precisely where I was going too.”

“Really?” said Brian. “How odd. Rather nice coincidence, though. Maybe you can give me some derivative pointers along the way,” he nudged your side with a grin.

“I’m beginning to think the only reason you keep me around is to leech off of my incredible brain power,” you sighed dramatically.

“Oh fuck.” He peered at you guiltily. “You’ve seen through me.”

“If there was a wall to push you off of, I would’ve made use of it by now,” you answered dryly.

“Honestly, Y/N,” Brian patted your hand with slender fingers. They felt like butterfly wings upon your skin. “I should be asking why you keep me around.”

You pushed him rightwards to prevent him from stepping into a rather deep puddle; it was clear his clogs weren’t made for this weather, though you doubted they made for fashion either.

“Thank you,” he murmured as you pulled him back to your side, having cleared the treacherous dip in the path.

You squeezed his arm. “Isn’t it obvious why I keep you around?”

“Hm?”

“For warmth, m’dear.”

His laughter tickled your rosy cheeks.

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“Why, hello darlings,” Freddie already held the door open as you left the main path for his little front garden. “You two look cosy.”

“Necessary evil,” you said, winking to Freddie.

“You don’t look cosy, Fred,” returned Brian, eyeing the rain that was angled by the roof so that it had begun to soak the floor just inside of Freddie’s flat.

Freddie shuddered. “No, and I don’t quite feel it either. Got another one of your favourite scarves to spare?”

You looked at Brian. “You lent me your favourite scarf? And it’s still winter! Have you got another one? You can have the rainbow one back on Thursday, I promise.”

But not even a whisper of Brian’s supposedly legendary temper rose at the fact that you had not returned a belonging of his. He was all nonchalance.

“You make me sound like a child. Of course I have another scarf, and I’m not in the slightest worried about getting the other one back. You don’t exactly strike me as a kleptomaniac,” he said.

“Helloooo?” Freddie waved at the two of you where you stood idly between his snowdrops and cyclamen. “Seeing as neither of you are willing to lend me a scarf, please get inside because it’s just too fucking cold out here.” Freddie disappeared into his house, leaving the door ajar for you and Brian.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Brian muttered and you stifled a laugh. “Go on in,” he said to you. “I’ll just shake out your umbrella.”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to do that. My umbrella, y’know.”

“Which I so ungraciously borrowed. If you so covet the warmth as you say you do,” he spoke theatrically, “go inside and I’ll attend to the umbrella.”

Sliding your arm from his, it only felt right to bow your head in gratitude. It’s only right, it's only right. “My lord,” you said, joining in his dramatics.

His character nearly slipped; the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

“My lady,” he answered with equal regality, and you followed the path Freddie had taken through the house.

You found Freddie in the living room where he resided often, reclined on a settee that afforded him as much nobility as any king or queen. Montserrat Caballé poured her heart out to you from the record player, and Freddie had his eyes closed as he listened to the music.

“Hiya—”

“Hush a moment.”

You snapped your mouth shut immediately.

Caballé’s voice reached a beautifully quavering crescendo, and Freddie mimed conducting.

You heard the front door close, and wooden footsteps before Brian’s voice behind you.

“He’s doing it again, isn’t he?” Bri whispered, standing awfully close to you. You didn’t mind his proximity, though; he radiated that undying warmth of his.

You nodded slowly, then assumed a low voice. “Here we see a Freddie in his natural habitat, frolicking amongst the opera singers and the royalty like a peacock, because essentially, that’s what he is.”

Brian snorted in laughter, and Freddie opened his eyes abruptly.

“You come into my house and you laugh at me,” he said.

“You, on the other hand, don’t even go to people’s houses,” Brian said. “You just laugh at them on the spot.”

Freddie pouted. “I hate you, you know.”

“You may hate me, but I’m not wrong,” Brian asserted, departing your side and selecting one of Freddie’s many armchairs to curl up in.

“Just another reason for me to hate you, Brimi,” Freddie replied easily. You could tell that this was a regular occurrence, the two of them snapping retorts at one another in good humour, though an outsider might have mistaken their bickering for actual disagreement. “Sit down, dearie,” Freddie addressed you, gesturing to the extensive options of sofa-like furniture housed in his living room.

You looked across the sea of overstuffed armchairs and patterned sofas slung with colourful crocheted blankets. None stood out to you in particular, until you saw a large wingback chair, upholstered in a deep blue velvet and accentuated by pins that were silver, like stars.

It was only an added bonus that it occupied the space beside the armchair Brian had cuddled into.

Making your choice, you slid into the chair, and Freddie, sitting across from you and Brian, smirked as though he were reading a book in which he understood the dramatic irony that you and Brian, as characters, did not.

Taking off your messenger bag, you remembered why you’d brought it with you.

“Records,” you said, standing. You made your way over to Freddie and handed him Queen’s records.

“Did she take good care of you?” Freddie asked the records.

“‘Course I did,” you said, returning to your chair. “Music is art, and who the hell is careless with art?”

“Did you hear that, Brian? She called us art!”

“Good taste,” Brian nodded at you.

You rolled your eyes. “The arrogance—”

“Confidence, darling,” Freddie corrected. “It’s confidence.”

Brian slipped off his clogs, tucking his socked feet beneath him where he sat. “Did you have any favourites? Song from our albums, I mean.”

You grimaced. “I don’t know that I can pick favourites. Everything you guys have written is just amazing. I’ve never heard anything like it,” you said honestly.

“Oh, indulge me,” said Brian. “Top six? Two from each album?”

It was lucky you’d memorised the tracklists by now. “Alright, then. But don’t murder me, either of you,” you cast them pointed looks.

“No promises,” came the chorused reply.

“It’s a wonder I am indulging you, Bri,” you mumbled.

“Start with the first album,” Freddie said giddily, as though he were opening presents instead of waiting for your opinion on his music.

“Okay…” You thought a moment about what songs had stood out to you. “‘The Night Comes Down’, and… ‘Son and Daughter’.”

Freddie eyed you peculiarly. Brian’s face remained neutral.

“Second album?” asked Freddie.

“‘Seven Seas of Rhye’, definitely—”

“Ha-HA!” said Freddie.

“—and ‘White Queen (As It Began)’.”

Freddie’s expression dampened, but it was now Brian’s turn to smile curiously. His fingers brushed the side of his nose.

“Third album?” said Freddie, tone dry.

You thought they were both being rather odd. “‘Brighton Rock’ and ‘Now I’m Here’,” you finished cautiously.

“Fuck if that’s it, darling.”

Brian burst into laughter.

“What?” you said finally.

Brian’s laughter turned into a sputter which then became a cough, and Freddie grumbled,

“It’s not funny, you prick.”

“What?!” you said again.

Brian continued coughing, patting his chest. At last, he took a proper breath. “All but one,” he said.

“All but one what?”

Brian smiled. “All but one of those are my songs. Fred’s just grumpy that only one of six was his.”

“You’re right I am,” said Freddie pettily. “The betrayal, Y/N!”

“Well, maybe it’s because I’m musically uneducated,” you quoted Freddie’s own words, and he perked up.

“Oh yes, obviously! Fantastical that I didn’t think of that before,” he said. “I think this is the perfect time at which to give you some other records.” He sprang up from his sofa and began rifling through his grand collection.

“Musically uneducated,” Brian scoffed. “Y/N, did I not just say you had good taste?”

“Shush,” commanded Freddie. “What Aretha Franklin record should I lend her?”

Brian sighed, then ambled over to help Freddie pick a record. “This one,” he said, selecting one from a crate. “And then that one,” he pulled another record from the midst.

“Ooh, good one,” Freddie agreed. “And then this one.”

Freddie approached you with three records. “There you are. Have them back in a week? We’re going to need rigour if we’re ever going to get you up to speed.”

“Okay, Freddie,” you said, accepting your fate. There was no use arguing that you already did listen to a variety of music.

In your hands you now held Lady Soul, Imagine, and Let It Bleed.

Tucking the records into your messenger bag, you asked the joking question you’d wanted to ask for days. “So, how was the pyjama party at Bri’s the other night? You know, the one you didn’t invite me to.”

Brian shook his head and Freddie sighed. “The brawl, which I’m sure Brian’s already told you all about, was the ticket to the party. No fight, no rest.”

You raised your eyebrows. “What happened to no rest for the wicked?”

“I certainly didn’t get any sleep,” Brian broke in, “what with you lot repeatedly getting up during the night to raid my kitchen cupboards for painkillers.”

“You never sleep anyway,” Freddie shrugged. “And besides, fair is fair; you didn’t fight either.”

“Nor did you!” said Brian.

“Well, the fight was about me, so that counts,” Freddie asserted.

Brian blinked. “Does not.”

“Does too.”

“Here we go,” you said, to no one but yourself. And to a cat, it would appear. One of Freddie’s many pets had wandered into the living room to see what all the ruckus was about, and she— her collar read Dorothy— mewed up at you from the floor.

“Does not!” repeated Brian.

“Does TOO!”

“Does NOT!”

The cat mewed at you again.

“DOES—”

“Hey!” you swept the cat into your arms, pressing her to your chest. “You’re upsetting the cat.”

“Oh, precious Tiffany,” cooed Freddie, reaching out his arms.

“Uh, pretty sure her collar says Dorothy, Freddie.” You petted the cat in your lap; you’d earned the privilege of a cat’s presence. Freddie would have to wait his turn.

“Oops,” said Freddie. “That’s definitely Tiffany. Must’ve given her the wrong collar.”

“You’ve got too many cats,” said Brian.

“Nonsense!” Freddie cried. “You simply haven’t got enough cats to empathise.”

“You have cats?” you asked Bri.

“Had one cat in my childhood. Used to have another, early on after I’d moved away from home. Never more than one at a time, though.”

“Oh, don’t ask about his cats,” said Freddie. He continued in a stage-whisper, “He’ll just get all upset about Pixie…”

“Pixie?”

“Do you have any pets, Y/N?” Brian turned the conversation to you.

“My family has a dog named Selkie,” you said slowly, suspicious of the sudden change of subject, “but I’ve always wanted to get a cat, maybe a black one, and call it Gravity.”

“Gravity?” Freddie said. “Oh, you are a scientist.”

“Astrophysicist, actually,” Brian amended Freddie’s statement. “She’ll be an astrophysicist.”

“Why would you call a cat Gravity?” Freddie ignored Bri.

You smiled. “Because when you told that cat off, or called it, everyone around you would have a good laugh. Can you imagine— Gravity, no! Bad Gravity!”

Brian laughed, tipping his head back. “Oh, yes,” he said. “I’d get a kick out of that, for sure.”

“Maybe we’ll have to co-parent a cat, or something,” you laughed.

Brian smiled at you, hazel eyes warm with amusement and something else you couldn’t quite place. His teeth caught on his lower lip. “Maybe,” he said.

“Good god,” said Freddie. “Stop flirting right in front of me.”

“Excuse me?” you said at the same time as Brian said “What?”

“No, don’t look at me,” Freddie lifted his hands. “Look at each other. But then please get out of my living room.”

You took no notice of most of what Freddie said, seeing as he was being ridiculous, only shrugged, feigning a hurt tone when you spoke. “If you wanted me to leave so badly, then you should just have said so.” You pet Tiffany once more, then deposited her gently in yet another cosy chair on your right. You pushed yourself up from your own chair. “Friendship is built on honesty, Fred.”

“Where in the world do you think you’re going, Y/N?” said Freddie, now in all seriousness. “You do know I was only teasing, darling, don’t you?”

“Of course, Freddie. But I’ve actually got things to do. Can’t just sit around all day, as much as I’d like to,” you smiled apologetically.

“What’ve you got to do?” Freddie asked. “Studying?”

“Mm-hm,” you nodded, slinging your messenger bag over your shoulder again.

“Bet Brian could help you with that.”

“I’m right here, you know,” said Bri, and you looked at him.

“I don’t know, Freddie…” you tilted your head to one side. “He’s terrible at maths, poor thing.”

“HEy,” said Brian indignantly. “Bad at derivatives, not maths in general; give me at least a little credit!”

You shifted your weight from one leg to the other, still surveying Bri. “Hm, do you deserve it, though… What do you think, Freddie?”

“Mm,” Freddie pretended to consider. “It’s certainly a topic for discussion.”

“Still here,” said Brian.

“Yes, you are, aren’t you, darling, but maybe you should bugger off so that Y/N and I can have a proper chat.”

Brian crossed his legs and folded his arms. “About what, exactly?”

Freddie winked at him. “That’s for us to know and for you to… well, not.”

Brian pursed his lips, and in the slant of his mouth you wondered now if that legendary temper would arise, provoked by Freddie touching on some invisible pressure point with a joke taken too far. You decided to find out.

“Oh, Freddie, he looks so sad with those big eyes… Can we keep him, please?”

“Very funny, Y/N,” muttered Brian, brushing fallen curls from his eyes with a slender hand. “Very funny.”

“Don’t know if there’s room in the budget, dearie,” Freddie teased.

Brian threw his hands into the air and you were surprised by the grim set to his face. “Oh, have it your way.” He got up and strode from the room.

“Oh no, don’t, Bri,” you called, eyes following him as he brushed past. “We were only joking.”

“Y/N,” said Freddie, and his manner was oddly serious as he picked up Tiffany, who had wandered over.

“Yes?”

“I’d go after him if I were you. Sometimes these things get to him, jokes or not, and it’s hard to tell what sort of day he’s having.”

You frowned, tugging on the strap of your bag. “Is he… Is he alright?”

Freddie’s jaw twitched. “Y’know, lovey,” he said, “sometimes, I just don’t know.”

Something twisted in your chest. “Can I help?” you asked.

“I think you’d be just the person,” Freddie gave you a small smile. “Run along, then. And enjoy your records.”

“Thanks, Freddie. I’ll bring them back soon.” You patted the fabric of your now-heavy bag.

“And I’ll have a whole new stack for you!” Freddie gestured dramatically, and Tiffany’s eyes grew wide at the motion.

You waved and he blew you the usual kiss.

In the hall, you grabbed your raincoat from the coat rack, and your umbrella from where it had been carefully leaned against the wall. The person who had taken such care to ensure the safety of your umbrella was nowhere to be found.

“Why didn’t you take the umbrella, silly,” you said to the empty hall. “It’s still pouring.”

You hastened back out into the rain with your coat not quite buttoned, hoping to catch Brian before he disappeared completely.

Through the heavy downpour you squinted, and the water began to plaster your hair to every part of your face. Finally, you spotted him, on the other side of the road once more.

You dashed across, barely looking both ways.

“Not exactly boots made for walking, Brian!”

He stopped, and you hurried to catch up with him before some flight of fancy changed his mind. Not that he would change his mind; he had no reason to be cross with you, or anything.

You made it to his side and pushed the umbrella into his hand, drawing your arm through his again. “You didn’t think I’d let my warmth get away so easily, did you?”

He accepted the umbrella, though you supposed you had rather forced his hand, and he opened it above your heads. “Hoped you’d be a little more persistent than that,” he said, and you smiled up at him.

Then you remembered why you’d chased him out here. Evidently, whatever it was that had occupied his thoughts was still on his mind, because he hadn’t yet begun walking again. He seemed distant, though your hand rested upon his arm. “Is everything okay?”

“I— yeah. Everything’s alright.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” you said, without missing a beat. You could have answered your own question, though, because he wasn’t meeting your eyes.

“Because no one ever really means that everything is alright when they say it is,” he answered with surprising honesty.

You hesitated, then decided to trade honesty for honesty. “I don’t know what to say to that.”

“Nor would I. Shall we walk?”

You were baffled. You’d really never known anyone to speak so plainly.

All you could do was nod, and so Brian started walking.

You walked with him in silence for but the reliable rain and the echoing sound of shoes on cement.

At one point, you wondered why the expression was head in the clouds and not head in the stars, because had you had to describe Brian, those would have been your words.

Then abruptly, Brian halted.

“What is it?” you asked, seeing his contorted expression.

He raised his arm to point to a small shabby shadow that lay by the kerbside.

“Bird,” he said softly. He handed you the umbrella and dashed forward, crouching by the little bird and murmuring quietly. He pulled off his jacket, then scooped the creature into his hands and nestled it into the velvet.

You walked forward slowly, so as to not frighten the bird which Bri now cradled in his arms.

“Broken wing,” he told you, and the sadness in his voice was palpable. He looked at you. “Come with me? I live just down the street.”

You nodded, and he set off quickly in the direction you’d already been going before.

You jogged a little to keep up with him. His legs were most of him, really, and he set quite the pace.

Not two minutes later, you followed Bri through a garden gate and past low-hanging tree branches. You rounded the corner of a white-brick house with a red door whose colour was bright, even in the gloom of the weather.

Brian stopped at the doorstep of the back entrance, the rain running down his face.

“Oh,” he said. “Well, this is inconvenient…” He grimaced. “Um, my keys are in my pocket.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Which pocket?”

“Front left trouser pocket.”

“Could’ve been worse,” you said.

“What? Don’t feel like running your hands all over me?” His smile was debonair.

“Brian!”

“Okay, okay, that was a bit cheeky,” he conceded. “Would you get the keys for me, please? It’s not so much that I’m soaking wet, it’s just, our birdie here seems to be rather in a state of shock, so I’m not too willing to set her down right now.”

You deposited the umbrella on the ground and approached Brian. You didn’t look at him as you lifted the material of his shirt, blushing slightly when your fingertips brushed soft skin, when he inhaled at your touch; you didn’t look at him as you withdrew the keys from his pocket.

You unlocked the door, tugging off your wellies before you went in and held the door for Bri.

“Thank you,” he said and you shut the door behind him.

“Now what?” you said. You’d never rescued a bird before, but Brian seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

“We’re going to need a shoebox and a small towel, to start,” he said. “Bird duty or gathering duty?” he asked you.

You considered. Brian knew his house better than you, obviously, but he also still held the shivering bird in his hands. You discarded your raincoat over the back of a dining table chair.

“Birdie seems to like you,” you said. “Tell me where to find things and I will.”

“Right,” he nodded. He gave you rapid-fire instructions, “Bathroom’s just down the hall, first right. It’s joined to the laundry room, and if you go in there, the towels are in the cupboard by the sink. Take one from the left of the stack because those are smaller. Then go back to the hallway and go into the first room on the left. There’s a shoebox on the desk, filled with papers. Just take out the papers and leave them on the desk.”

You almost thought he’d say go, but that much was left to your imagination.

“I’ll be right back,” you said, and began the treasure hunt that was finding specific objects in another person’s house.

You found the bathroom easily enough, the laundry room, the cupboard, the towels, and then returned to the hallway to seek the second room.

The door was only slightly ajar and seemed to rest on old, heavy hinges, so you gave the wood a hefty shove and entered.

The first thing you noticed about the room was the fact that the ceiling was covered in plastic, glow-in-the-dark stars, hundreds of them. It seemed that there were intricate constellations and solar systems and galaxies patterned out above you. You could actually identify a few of the constellations. There was Aquila and Lyra and Orion, Draco and Cassiopeia, Cancer, Virgo, and Leo— in fact, oddly, Leo seemed to be depicted twice.

Then there was the fact that books lined nearly every surface. Volumes were properly arranged on floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, stacked in enormous piles on the floor, leaning against one another in the windowsill, lying on the bedside table, lying on the bed.

This was Brian’s bedroom.

Where there weren’t books or stars, there were records or plants, or developed photographs, and it appeared that everywhere you looked, another piece of Bri’s soul was laid bare.

You smiled upon seeing the three Jimi Hendrix posters above his bed, the Beatles poster above his desk.

And in the corner, between the window and the bed, there sat a collection of guitars.

There was a black Fender Telecaster, an acoustic guitar crafted in caramel coloured wood and adorned with an opal-like pick guard, and finally, another electric guitar, cherry toned and beautiful.

The Red Special, Freddie had told you.

Your fingers itched to pick up the guitar, but you disliked people touching your guitar, so you imagined that Brian would hate people touching his.

“Y/N?” Bri called. “Are you lost?”

You’d completely forgotten about the shoebox.

“Uh, no! Just a second!” You picked the shoebox up from the desk and gently placed the papers atop a stack of books. The papers, you noticed in passing, were drafts of songs.

You left the room with a sigh, feeling like a child who’d been discouraged from exploring. You’d have to ask Bri about his stars and his books and his records and plants and photographs and guitars some other time.

You hurried back down the hall and found the kitchen, setting the shoebox on the small dining table and lining it with the towel because you’d read enough books to know to do as much.

“Thank you,” said Brian softly from where he sat in an aged rocking chair in the corner. “Don’t think Birdie liked me yelling much,” he stood up from the creaking rocking chair.

“Don’t think anyone likes you yelling much, Mister A Bit Of A Temper,” you joked.

“Don’t you start,” grumbled Brian. With a gentle hand, he separated the bird from his jacket, easing the injured creature into its new cocoon.

“If we don’t make fun of you, who will?” you said.

“I don’t know,” Bri murmured, placing the bird’s broken wing against its side and wrapping the bird in the folds of the towel. “Maybe you should all just appreciate me for a change.”

“May-Bri,” you continued to wind him up.

He sighed, and you remembered Freddie’s comment about Brian’s changing dispositions.

“I appreciate that you’re going to help me become as godly at guitar as you,” you winked when he looked up from the bird.

He smiled. “Well, thank goodness I have you, Y/N.”

Warmth spread through your chest; you had such lovely friends.

“What now?” you asked of the situation pertaining to the bird. Brian closed the lid to the box, which you saw already had holes punched in it, as if he rescued animals in distress on a regular basis. He probably did. His personality seemed to house a tendency for selfless heroism.

“Well,” he crossed the room and turned on the tap in the kitchen sink, “I’ve got a friend who works at an aviary, actually. I’ll give him a call, and he’ll take the dear little thing in.”

“How come you know so many interesting people?” you wondered aloud.

“I could ask the same of you, to be quite honest. Friends with an entire rock band? And with an up-and-coming fashion designer?”

“Ah, you’ve been talking to Roger.” The fashion designer was Heather, who specialised in silver-threaded embroidery and all sorts of glamorous grandeur.

“Mm,” said Bri. “Talks about his girlfriend an awful lot.”

“They’re that invested?”

“Yes, it’s rather out of character. For both of them, I gather.”

You nodded. Heather and Rog were of the type to love— and to lust— easily, and rarely stuck with the same person for very long at a time.

“I’ll just make that call,” Brian gestured to the orange phone that hung on the wall, and you nodded again.

The call was quick, and when it was finished, Brian announced, “He’ll come past to pick up our little friend in a couple of hours.” He transferred the bird to his laundry room, “away from too much noise”, and left it with water and birdseed.

When he came back, he regarded you from the doorway. You must have looked rather dishevelled and from the rain because he said, “I’d offer you to borrow my hairdryer, but it’s broken.”

You scoffed. “How does a rockstar, with such magnificent hair, not own a working hairdryer?”

He lifted his chin ever-so-slightly at the compliment. “Oh, a tragedy, I know. May I offer you a hot chocolate instead, to warm up?”

“That sounds wonderful,” you said.

“Lovely. I’ll do that, then.” He set to retrieving cups and cocoa powder, and you thought you heard him humming to himself as he pottered about the small kitchen.

“Here you are,” he said soon enough, handing you a steaming cup that radiated as much warmth as he himself normally did. You thanked him. “Living room?” Brian gestured down the hall.

“Yes,” you said, “I’d like to see the only room I haven’t visited.”

“There’s actually another bedroom, but it’s just filled with boxes,” he informed you. “No skeletons in closets here.”

“Oh, but I didn’t check…”

Brian rolled his eyes. “Come on, Y/N.” His fingers curled around your forearm lightly, and he steered you down the hall.

In the living room, he took one sofa and you took the one that faced it.

“Wow, imagine having this much space in a house all to yourself,” you said, stretching your legs out on the couch and wriggling your socked toes.

Bri chuckled. “It’s honestly too quiet sometimes. Needs more people, at least one. Maybe children.” His tone was wistful.

“You want children?”

He nodded. “I’d like to be as good a father as mine was and is to me.” He swirled his hot chocolate. “Even if he doesn’t approve of what I’m doing.”

That was a surprise. His father didn’t approve? You couldn’t imagine a parent who had more reason to be proud of their child than Brian’s.

“Does he not?” you asked gently.

“No, he doesn’t. Mum’s always told me to do whatever I felt was right, but dad... not so much. I’ll change his mind, though.” Brian flashed you a small smile, but you could see that his pain lay close to the surface.

You decided to change the subject. “You obviously love animals though, so why not get a pet, another cat maybe, while you wait for somebody to love?”

“I’m sure Freddie would agree,” Brian said. “Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll name it Gravity,” he winked.

“So you’re not the type to name succeeding pets the same name? No Pixie the Second?”

“You’re on thin ice, Miss Andrews,” he warned at the mention of Pixie.

“Oh no,” you said sarcastically. “Talking about Pixie is off the table, then?”

“Eh, not anymore. Freddie was just being dramatic. I did love that cat, though.”

“A lot?”

“A lot,” he nodded emphatically. “I never had any siblings. Pixie was the closest thing I had, really. She was my confidante.”

“Confidante?” you said, amused.

“Yeah, y’know. I’d tell the cat my worries, my hopes and dreams…”

“Oh, no one tells their siblings that,” you laughed.

“You have siblings?”

“I have two brothers. One younger, Billy, and one older, Frank. Billy’s off at boarding school, but Frank lives in Surrey, on our parents’ land.”

“Oh?” Brian said, blowing on his hot chocolate before taking a sip. “Your turn, then. Tell me about your family.”

“Well,” you began, “it’s me and Billy and Frank, and mum and dad, and chickens and cows and horses and that sort of thing.”

“You grew up on a farm?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Ridge Farm, in Surrey. My parents and Frank still live there, and Billy, when he comes home.”

“But then you went off to live in the Big Smoke?” Brian asked. “That’s quite the change of scenery.”

You shrugged. “I felt like an adventure, and if I wanted to study astrophysics, it seemed that Imperial College was the place to do it.”

“That’s very lucky indeed,” Bri mused.

“How do you mean?”

“Well,” he said, “I would certainly never have met you, if you’d stayed in the countryside.”

“And how the hell else are you supposed to learn to derive those bloody derivatives?” you grinned.

“If you were sitting over here, I’d shove you,” he said.

“What’d I do?”

“I said to give me a little more credit; maybe you should afford yourself some too.”

You touched a hand to your heart. “That’s the most considerate thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Brian shook his head. “You have terrible friends.”

“I don’t know about that… You’re all quite glamorous.”

“Doesn’t necessarily make us good friends, though.”

But your thoughts had wandered down another path entirely. “If the four of you, as Queen, continue this way… Well, there’s no telling what you’ll become. To think, you could be anything, anything at all.” You finished your hot chocolate with a sigh.

“You know what I think?” said Brian, pulling his legs to his chest.

“No, Bri, what do you think?”

“I think that’s the absolute loveliest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he murmured, resting his chin on his knees as he looked at you. “To us,” he corrected himself.

But you held his eyes. “To you,” you corrected him. “You’re the only one here.”

For some reason, your words felt heavier than their face value. Yes, Brian was the only one there, but somehow this felt significant, like there was a reason he was the only one there. This was something other than circumstantial, something effervescent, cosmic.

And there was an otherworldly serenity in Brian— you noticed now because it seemed to amplify the unearthliness of your words. Serenity resided in the curve of his mouth, the arc of his brow, the crescent moon shape of his nails against his fingers, in the way he held himself, as though he were not really touching the ground.

You could only stare.

Brian’s lips parted and you felt dizzy. Your thoughts would not remain linear; they spiralled around non sequentially. Your breathing had grown shallow, and you found it hard to return it to normal— your breathing, like everything else around and about you, felt suddenly out of your control.

Brian stammered, “I—I’d better go check on Birdie.” Unable to respond, you bobbed your head in a poor imitation of a yes. Bri swung his long legs off of the couch and departed the room, not meeting your eyes again.

Unsettled by whatever it was that had just passed, you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, pulling at a little thread that had for the life of it done no wrong but come loose.

When Brian returned, your gaze caught on his eyes, and he looked away.

You found that it was time to leave.

“I’ve, uh, got to go. I promised my mum I’d call her today, and I need to get some studying done before then.”

You weren’t lying, but you weren’t exactly divulging the whole truth either— you would be calling your mum much later, and studying precisely now was not strictly necessary. But the mellow atmosphere of Brian’s home seemed suddenly claustrophobic, and your breathing was still off, a little laboured. You wondered if perhaps you were coming down with something.

“Of course,” Brian nodded understandingly. He was always so understanding. Right now, it frustrated you. You had to get out.

“Thank you for the hot chocolate.”

“Thank you for sharing your umbrella with me.” His manner was almost shy now, his shoulders bent, his hands winding around each other, his head bowed. Then, his discomfort became painfully obvious when his finger brushed over the side of his nose.

“See you Thursday?” you said tentatively.

“Yes— wait, no.” He passed a hand over his eyes and the shadows beneath them. “I’m sorry, I’m having dinner with my parents this Thursday.”

“Oh.”

“Next Thursday, though?”

“Yeah, what time?”

“Hmm. You know what? I’ll call you before then. You can give me your address then, too. I don’t think I can remember the way from when I walked you home.”

“It was rather dark,” you provided his excuse.

He slipped his hands into his pockets. “Though not nearly dark enough to see all the stars we wanted to.”

An involuntary smile stole across your lips. “Not even close.”

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You walked home in the rain alone. You didn’t even take the tube. Subsequently, it took you nearly two hours to get home.

And when you shut the door behind you, you felt you had shut out the world.

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ikarus-1337 · 4 years ago

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I wrote this fanfic about my Ket!m!MC and deep crushing!Briony at a Lavinet’s party. I hope you like it!

Under the cut because 2.1k words.

@shepherds-of-haven

Lavinet's party had started some time ago. Edric didn't usually miss a party and as if that wasn't enough, Lavinet had said that she would make Briony be there too.

Edric's attraction to the pink-haired woman was nothing new to anyone, even Caine had already noticed. The signs were already everywhere. The way he got excited when she got to the room he was in, when he started spending less time with Trouble and started spending more time with her, when he left Blade for Briony as a spaarring partner, and even when he started running with her to cheer her up.

Without delay, he joined the party. The voice of the nobles talking and the background music reached his ears when he entered. He watched happy people eating and drinking, some dancing and others sitting on chairs.

The first known person he noticed at the party was Lavinet who was smiling at him. Her attention soon went to something else and Edric followed her gaze and that led him to look at Briony.

Looking at Briony, his heart was beating so fast it looked like it was going to jump out of his mouth. Briony was wonderful, she was wearing a dress in the same red color as the ribbon she normally wore. Her hair was loose this time and she was wearing a lipstick with a brighter red color than her dress. He also noticed that she was wearing makeup.

Briony however hadn't noticed Edric yet. Her attention was on people dancing to a song. The desire to dance was also clear in her eyes, but she was still without a partner to dance and he would not miss this opportunity.

He made a beeline towards her. The closer he got to her, the more he noticed that she was really entertained by people dancing. The music that reached her ears made her not hear Edric coming close. He had to give her shoulder a light touch so she would notice him, feeling the softness of her skin against his fingertip.

She was a little startled by the unexpected touch. Not because it was Edric who touched her, but because she hadn't noticed that she was distracted by watching people dance.

When she turned and looked at Edric a smile soon appeared on her face and he had no choice but to smile too.

“Edric, you came!” she said, looking at how he was dressed. The suit he wore was all black except for the tie and pocket square that were red. Although the suit covered much of his body, the suit still could not hide his physique. Something that Briony admired and used to flirt with. “And you look handsome!”

“Of course I came, knowing that you would be here gave me more than enough motivation.” He moved his right hand to her left hand, slowly brushing his fingertips on her fingers. Feeling something like magic, but much better. A feeling that made him yearn for her touch.

“And you are...” He searched for words to describe what he was seeing, but there were no words to describe the goddess of beauty he was seeing in front of him. He blew out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding in his lungs. Letting go of the first word his mind managed to formulate. “...stunning, Bri.”

There it was, the nickname he had put on it. The nickname that made her heart skip a beat. She noticed that he had never put a nickname on anyone else, only her. Even though some recruits started calling her Bri as a way to mock her (Edric made the recruits run around the training camp all morning), the way he called her Bri was almost palpable. It was like a verbal caress. Something that usually made Briony smile.

Furthermore, she failed to ignore the way he praised her. There was so much intensity in the way he spoke that it didn't seem like it was just to please. It was a real compliment, perhaps the most real one she had ever heard. It made her freckles bathe in the slight red of how her skin was blushing at the moment.

“I– Thank you, Edric.” She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and Edric could barely control his desire to trace her jaw with his fingers. “Lavinet helped me with the makeup and choosing the dress but I think she was more excited than I was while we were choosing.” She said before smirking.

Lavinet at this point in time was probably already the biggest supporter of this relationship. Edric sometimes talked about his attraction to Briony with Lavinet and it was very likely that Briony did the same thing. This left Lavinet at a point where she could be the matchmaker of this relationship and Edric could think of a few things that would make Lavinet more excited than playing the cupid.

“You had to wear a suit more often,” Briony said as she approached him to adjust his tie. “It looks good on you.” Briony's hands stayed longer than usual, touching the fabric of his suit. Yearning for his body heat. Wondering what his skin felt like. She smiles before her hands return to her sides.

“Thank you. Riel gave me this suit on the Black Sun mission but it's difficult to have situations to wear the suit.” Edric looked at the dance floor, noting that the song was over and now another one was starting. He remembered that Briony seemed interested before he started talking to her.

“Do you want to dance with me?” Edric asks with a smile on his face, extending his hand to her. This takes Briony by surprise, but it also causes a big smile to appear on her face.

“Yes I want.” She took his hand and felt some small scars on his palms but she also felt his warmth, and it caused a strong emotion that seemed to make her heart jump out of the rib cage. “But I have to warn you, I don't dance very well.”

He looked at her as he led her to the dance floor. “Well, I've danced before, but it's only been a few times. What I know about dancing was watching people dance while I worked as a bodyguard. So it's going to be an interesting experience. For both of us.” Upon reaching the dance floor he put his hands on her waist and she responded to this movement by placing her hands on his shoulders.

The two started dancing while the music played. Briony seemed more focused than Edric because she didn't want to step on his feet, thinking it would ruin the moment and it made her look down.

Edric preferred to focus on her face and while they were dancing he observed all the details of her face. He observed her beautiful lips that were covered with red lipstick, her freckles that he often wanted to kiss, her cute nose, her lashes that even without mascara were still perfect, and her beautiful purple eyes that sometimes it reminded him of a wonderful galaxy and he could get lost in the galaxy for hours.

When Briony finally looked up and into his face she realized the look he was giving her. The pupils of his blue eyes were dilated, as if he were looking at Blest's most precious thing. This intense attention he was giving her made her blush again and she noticed that she couldn't break eye contact even if she wanted to. She was no longer paying attention to the dance, but to Edric. Her hands tightened on his shoulders and his hands tightened on her waist.

As the dance continued Briony thought about saying something but she didn't have the courage. The two were afraid that if they said something they would end the moment and so they just continued to dance while facing each other.

Finally Edric was the first to build up the courage to say something. “Bri, I want…” And without further delay he started to tilt his head forward. At this moment Briony was surprised but quickly recovered and started to close her eyes going towards the kiss.

After months of attraction and flirting, their lips were almost finally touching. Their desire were almost the same: They wanted each other.

When their lips touched and the first pulse of electricity spread between them, but Briony didn't notice and ended up bumping his foot and it caused the kiss to stop and she started to fall.

The surprise of the moment made her squeak and Edric noticing this held her tightly before she hit the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and managed to keep her balance. They ended up getting lost in each other's eyes again but the moment didn't last long because Briony noticed that the people at the party stopped and were looking at them both.

Edric had never seen Briony turn so red in his life. Her neck and face were completely red with embarrassment and at that moment he swore that she looked like Shery when she was embarrassed. Laughing, he put his arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear “Shall we go to the garden? Lots of spectators here.” And Briony only managed to answer “Y-Yeah.” While she tried to avoid eye contact with the people at the party.

-x-x-x-x-x-

When they arrived at the garden Edric took Briony to an apple tree nearby. She seemed calmer than before, the redness that embarrassment brought to her face had already subsided enough, with only a slight line of red left over her freckles. She was still avoiding looking into Edric's eyes and he didn't know if it was because of the broken kiss or the attention she had received because of the near fall. Probably both, he thought.

“Hey, Bri,” He took off his suit jacket and put it around her shoulders. “Are you alright?” He had a worried expression on his face but he still had a smile on her face so she knew it was okay.

She held his jacket tightly before building up the courage to look him in the eye. “Yeah, it's just…” She looked down again and Edric moved a little closer, but not too close to try not to invade her space without permission. “I ruined our moment.” And when Briony looked up again, she had tears in the corners of her eyes.

Edric took a step closer. “Bri, you didn't ruin any moment, it was an accident.” He slowly took her hands, intertwining his fingers. “You danced very well. I would love to dance with you again.” He said as he kissed the space between her knuckles.

“Is it true?” She asked as she tried to stop the crying, but some tears still fell.

“Yes, it's true.” Edric took her hands to his shoulders and then took another step closer and brought his hands to her face to wipe away the tears, but he ended up caressing her face, feeling the softness of her skin against the small scars from his hand. “You are the person I have most enjoyed dancing with in my entire life.”

He started to caress her face with his right thumb. His left hand started to move to her hair and he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, then he slowly traced her jawline with his fingers.

At that point Briony had stopped crying and was now almost mesmerized as she looked into the clear blue of his eyes that reminded the sea that she loves so much. “Edric…” Her hands on his shoulders started to move and rested on his neck.

Edric took one last step closer. Now he could feel her breath hitting him. “I'm proud of you, Bri.” His hands went down to her waist. “You are precious to me.”

The words he addressed to her were like the softest tune in Briony's ears and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You make me happier.” With that last sentence out of his mouth, a smile appeared on Briony's face and she touched her forehead to his forehead. Their heavy breathing came together.

“I love you, Edric.”

Now it was time for a smile to appear on Edric's face as well.

“I love you too, Bri.” He said, pulling her body closer.

Finally they kissed, both of them feeling the emotion they feel for each other but now ten times stronger, the electricity passing through their lips and the heat traveling through their entire bodies. Almost like magic, but much better.

#fanfic #shepherds of haven #edric #briony

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themagicalmysticalboy · 5 years ago

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Hi! If you still taking prompts, what about some Mclennon and Paul having a go at Brian for reducing John to tears during The Jesus affair?

Dangerous Words

a/n: ask and you shall receive

pairing: Paul McCartney x John Lennon

warnings: violence

Everything was happening in a whirlwind. John was with his mates and the day seemed to have gone by in seconds. He could remember that they’d finished their concert and hit up a cafe together. He could remember them getting chased by a horde of girls but he felt like he had not actually done those things. But he must have because they were all in some dingy alley together, hiding away from the crazed fans.

Ringo was doubled over, trying to breathe right again, and George was shaking his head as he lit the tip of his ciggie. John had his back to the wall with Paul against his chest, crippled over with laughter.

“Keep on laughing and they’ll find us again,” Geo said, taking a drag from the cigarette.

With that little comment, something sparked in John’s mind. Why were they out in the open like this? There was no security, no Mal, to protect them here. And Paul was just laughing on and on as if he’d heard the funniest thing in the world.

“Yeah, Paul. Shut it, would you?”

Paul, still laughing, pushed off John. He moved closer to George, pointing and laughing right at John the whole time.

“You’re a right joke, Lennon,” Paul spit out, venom in his stifled laughs. “Every word that leaves your mouth puts us in danger and we still keep you 'round! Guess that makes us a joke too, eh Geo?” He nudged at George’s shoulder but the young lad said nothing.

John made to protest, anger and resentment bubbling inside at how truthful he found the words to be. But the bang of a gun seemed to have put the world on pause. They all jumped back towards the walls of the alley, Paul’s laughs finally cut to silence.

John's heart was pounding in his ears as he checked over himself before looking to his friends that all stood opposite him. They all seemed fine until he took a second glance at Ringo. Blood pooled from between the lad's lips, trickling down to the front of his shirt until his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he collapsed to the concrete below.

“No! No!” John wanted to move, wanted to grab Paul and George and run to find help, but his feet were glued to the spot. Tears streamed down his face as he looked on at his dead friend. “Ritch! Richard!”

“John, what did you do?” Paul’s voice pulled him away from Ringo’s paling body, leaving John hoping for some sort of comfort. But he found none of that in the man's face. There was only rage and tears. “What did you do to him! He’s dead because of you and your stupid mouth,” He was shouting now, pointing to Ringo. It almost masked the sound of the second shot- almost.

And there went George, a bullet hole clean through his throat. He stuttered and gargled blood until he slipped to the ground beside Ringo. His mates looked so small, so young, as the blood drained from their bodies. John was writhing in agony at the sight, still unable to take a step closer. He fell to his knees, reaching for his friends. “Stop this! Stop, stop! Somebody...” Sobbing his heart out, John turned on Paul. “Paul. Paul, please! Run! Just run away!”

Paul just stood by his dead friends, tears running down his cheeks. “Don’t you get it, love?” His words were choked with tears. “I could never run from you. No matter how dangerous.” Another gunshot and Paul was bleeding from where his heart would be. His blue shirt stained red in seconds. “That’s why I’m dead. It’s all because of you. Look now,” blood was pouring out from his lips as he spoke, turning John’s stomach as he cried even harder. “Look at your hands. It’s all your fault, my darling one. But I’ll always forgive you, won’t I?”

Looking at his hands he saw a gun gripped between his fingers, smoke trailing from the barrel. “No, Paulie. I didn’t- I couldn’t have…” But couldn’t he have? He could have killed each of his friends with his stupid words. Tony and Brian had said as much.

*Light, dim and far away, began to tug at Paul as he fought the urge to wake. Grabbing blindly, he found the hem of his blanket and pulled it over his head with a groan. Now that the light was gone, sleep began to wrap around his mind again.

“Paulie...Paul…” His own name echoed in his ears, sounding distant and warp. “Paul...please…”

A small cry broke through to him and his eyes burst open as another came along. He hurriedly moved the cover from his face and turned in the small hotel bed. John was curled into a tight ball in the next bed, lit up by the small lamp at the nightstand. His covers and pillows seemed to have been sent across the room from an awful dream. Of which, he seemed to still be in the midst of.“John?” His voice was groggy as he shuffled around on his bed.

Paul hadn’t seen the lad happy all day. He was all anger, bitterness, or tears. Mostly tears after he left the little ”meeting” with Brian and Tony. It was the most Paul had ever seen his partner cry in front of more people than just him. None of the three had told of what was said in that meeting and none of the other three had asked but it had to have been awful to make John cry as he did. Whatever Brian and Tony had done was pulling even into the man's dreams. It was too much. They had gone too far.

That spiked a staggering bitterness within Paul, leaving him with a strong need to protect his mate. As John called out once more in his sleep, Paul slipped from bed, taking his cover along with him, and slid up next to John. He wrapped the older man in his arms as the cover settled over their bodies.“S’alright, Johnny. I’m right here.”

John frantically gripped onto Paul’s back, knotting his hands into the thin cotton of his nightshirt. Paul pushed back the hair stuck to John’s face with cold sweat as he coed into his ear. After only a moment, John’s eyes shot open to search Paul’s body before landing on his face. Tears spilled from his eyes as an almost immediate reaction.

“I thought you were dead. I thought- Oh God.” The older man pulled Paul close to his chest so that he could bury his face in the crook of the bassist’s neck.“You’re fine. Was only a dream,” Paul kept his voice in a low murmur, rubbing circles in the center of John’s back and kissing into his hair. “Wanna talk about it, love,” he offered, already knowing the answer.

John mumbled a “no” into his neck that was now wet with tears. Paul wanted so badly to behave himself and stay to comfort John but his skin was prickling with rage. His nose stung with the surge of emotion and Brian was only down the hall.

“Alright,” Paul pulled himself from John, petting his hair back. “I’m going to fetch us both some ciggies from George.” At the first sign of protest, Paul kissed him softly. “Won’t be gone a minute, love. And we could both use a smoke. Maybe some strong drink too, eh?”

It took some convincing, but eventually, Paul had slipped from John’s bed and yanked on yesterday's trousers. He had no idea what time of night it was but he didn’t give two shits. He’d kick Brian’s fucking door in if he had to. But he didn’t have to. Brian opened his door after three firm knocks.

He was groggy with sleep and looked over Paul with squinting eyes. “You boys alright?” His eyes seemed to widen three times over as he found Paul’s face. The rage was clear and deeply seeded.

Paul pushed his way into the room, knocking Brian back a step as he went. “No, we ain’t alright, Bri.” The younger man whipped around as Brian shut the door. “Do you know what I just woke up to?” Paul’s voice was startlingly level, only his eyes giving a hint of his true intentions.

“How would I, Paul?”

“Well, silly of me to expect you to know, yes. Let me fill you in then. You like to be filled in, eh? Kept in the loop?” Brian didn’t take the bait, only folding his arms over his chest. “I woke up to John crying in the next bed, Brian. I woke up to John thinking I was dead, Brian.” Paul was two inches from his manager's face in a split second, seething with rage. “Would you mind letting me know what the hell you’ve done to him?”

Back pressed to the door, Brian took a cautious breath. “Paul- I- I didn’t think he’d-”

“Didn’t think whatever you said would affect him so badly?” Paul laughed a cold laugh. “Don’t try to pull that on me. You know as well as I that John takes everything to heart.” He poked at Brian’s chest with a harsh finger. “He’s having nightmares and it's all on you. You’ve gone too fucking far.”

“I tried- Tried to tell Tony to let you on the poor boy but-”

“Y’know, I don’t even care what you said to him- what Tony said to him.” He grabbed Brian by the shoulders with a firm grip and moved him off the door. Desperately trying to keep his footing, the man grabbed at Paul’s forearms.

“Paul, please, be sensible,” Brian pleaded with gasping breaths but it wasn’t necessary. Paul had let him go after placing him a few feet from the door.

“Oh, I’m not going to hit ya, Eppy.” Paul narrowed his eyes. “Violence is more of John’s thing.” The lad snatched a pack of cigarettes and an expensive bottle of brandy from a small table. Normally, Brian would have protested but now was not the time. “But if you ever do this or even let someone do this to John again, I might just take a page from our Lennon’s book.”

With that, Brian was left speechless, clutching his silk dressing gown as the usually so tame and charming boy gave a chilling glare and disappeared into the hall. As soon as the door closed, Paul broke into a smile. He looked over his fine items and almost laughed. He had no idea what he was threatening when he said those things but the look on Brian’s face said it didn’t matter. He’d scared the living daylights out of the man and that was all he wanted. All he had to do now was convince John that everything was alright. A much harder task, indeed.

With all the care and tenderness in the world, Paul lulled John back to sleep in his arms. To the man's credit, it had only taken one ciggie and three fingers of brandy to do it all. Once he had finished his own drink, he wrapped Lennon tightly in his arms and drifted off as well. He knew it would take a month or more to truly convince John everything would be okay but this was a start-- a good start. He could also sleep with the satisfactory knowledge that he had left Brian feeling like shit if nothing else.

#the beatles #paul mccartney #lennon and mccartney #john lennon #mclennon #brian epstein #the beatles fandom #the beatles fanfiction #the beatles one shot #ask request

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dealorism · 5 years ago

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Rough Night

Brian May x fem!Reader

rating: E (18+) contains: professor!Bri, a lot of teasing, a bit of dom/sub, oral (f&m receiving) word count: 6.7k summary: teasing Brian is fun until he decides to tease you back. date: 1st January 2020

* * *

The terms that you and Brian agreed upon clearly stated that no physical marks could be left on your bodies to prevent people from catching onto your arrangement. However, that doesn’t mean that Brian wouldn’t find ways to get past loopholes in your agreement to mark you as his. It was infuriating, to say the least, but also an extreme turn-on to have him so desperate to show the world that he was the one responsible for your orgasms. Last night, too, was no exception.

You are sitting in class, waiting for the lecture to start. Your throat is still sore from last night, but you have hidden it well — until now, at least. This is only the first lecture you have for the day, after all. You’ve barely spoken to anyone all morning, just giving slight nods and shaking your head when others asked you anything. You eye the bottle of warm honey water you hastily prepared this morning before grabbing it and drinking a mouthful, in a vain attempt to soothe your sore throat fast.

The lecturer is late, but you’re okay with that. After all, you did blow his mind away last night. At that, you lean back into your seat and absently rub your cheeks with your fingers as you smile, relishing the memory of his rough moans.

With an uncharacteristic loud bang of the door, Brian finally makes his grand appearance. He’s forgone his usual suit-and-tie look and instead opted for just a simple white dress shirt and black slacks. The shirt is unbuttoned too low to be proper, but you don’t see anyone complaining. His wild curls are extra wild today, like he didn’t even attempt to touch his hair at all. He sets his briefcase on his desk with an audible grunt and looks around the lecture hall. The hall isn’t big and you’re seated right in the middle, so his eyes meet yours easily and you feel your breath catch in your throat.

Brian lets his eyes linger for a second too long before resuming scanning the class. You keep your eyes on him though, letting them trace the tanned skin of his neck, down to necklace that fits snugly around the base that directly leads to his collar bones. Hey, remember that wet kiss you planted there last ni—

Your thoughts are interrupted by someone lightly bumping your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance. It’s the girl sitting beside you, and she’s smiling, with a crinkle in her eyes. “Hey, I know the professor is hot, but you should probably keep your ogling a little down,” she whispers, leaning close to you so your shoulders touch.

You instantly blush, embarrassed that you got caught. God, if only they knew what we were doing just the night before…

“All right,” Brian speaks up from the front, and you straighten up. “I apologise for being late, I ran into… some problems this morning and that interfered with my schedule a little,” he says in his smooth baritone. “Good news is that it shall be resolved in a little bit.” He smiles at that, and you feel his eyes flit to you for a fraction of a second. Then his stance shifts and his tone changes. “I’ve uploaded our material for today a couple days ago — I hope everyone brought the printout.”

With various Yes and Hmm and Oh shit floating around the room, you reach into your bag to dig out your printout of the material. You got it printed just yesterday, after Brian made you do it, in case you forgot. You’re glad he did, because nothing is worse than having to tell him you didn’t have the printout, or ask someone to share their paper with you.

Brian allows you and your classmates several minutes to settle down before he walks around to the front of his desk and leans against the edge. He crosses his legs and scans the room. “I’m assuming nobody read it?”

You shake your head sheepishly, along with almost all of your classmates. Who even reads class materials before the class?

Brian crosses his arms in faux anger and pretends to be offended. “How dare you defy my orders! I specifically asked you people to read it before class.” He shakes his head. “In that case, I’ll take this opportunity to appoint someone to read for us.”

You catch onto Brian’s plan the second his eyes meet yours. You widen yours in horror while he crinkles his in amusement. You try to shake your head with as little movement as possible while staring at him, silently telling him don’t do it, don’t do it don’t do it…

“How about you in the white sweatshirt?” he calls out and stares directly at you, along with all 100 of your classmates. The girl beside you sends you a wink and you feel your jaw drop.

You can get out of this! you tell yourself. You try to smile and shake your head, waving your palm in the universal sign of how about no?

But Brian is having none of that crap. He impatiently taps his fingers against the oak wood and stares pointedly at you. “You’re wasting everybody’s time.” Even though his tone is reprimanding, he looks amused. There’s really no way of getting out of this.

You take a deep breath, and start reading. Your voice cracks at the first syllable and you flush, but you don’t stop. The faster you read, the sooner this will be over. While reading, you look up to Brian several times to find him smirking at you, and you want nothing more than to slap him in his pretty face.

Your voice unceremoniously cracks on the last syllable and you finish with your head drooped low. You’re so embarrassed you could just dig a hole out of the floor beneath you and stay inside until you died.

“I must say,” Brian starts, and you peek at him through your eyelashes. He’s still leaning against his desk, but now with his hands dutifully clasped in front of his crotch. “I was not expecting that at all.” He chuckles. “Rough night?” he asks while smirking directly at you.

Your face heats up in record time and you want nothing more at the moment to glare and maybe chuck your shoe at him. But he’s still your professor, and the fucking reason for your rough night.

“Yeah,” you murmur in your croaky voice. “Had one hell of a coughing fit last night,” you reply smoothly.

He nods, his eyes sparkling. “I see. I hope you recover soon.” He then carries on the class like nothing happened. The tension is so thick between the two of you that you’re surprised nobody sensed it.

Everyone leaves you peacefully alone for the rest of the day, and for that you’re grateful. You don’t think you can handle another incident like that — your quota for embarrassment has reached its painful limit. All you want to do now as you sit in your last lecture of the day is to go back to your room, finish the bag of leftover crisps and watch movies for the rest of the day. Well, that, and confronting Brian.

As you watch the professor drawl on about something you weren’t quite listening, you find yourself getting angrier as the seconds drag on. How dare he embarrass you in front of the whole class? How dare he put your arrangement at bay by such a close call? How dare he openly flirt with you that way? You must look murderous with your brows scrunched up and your lips down-turned into a scowl, but you just can’t care less at the moment. You need to find him as soon as possible.

Clicking open your phone, you realise that there is only 9 minutes left of the lecture, and this professor always releases on the dot of the scheduled time. After a second’s hesitation, you unlock your phone and press into the messaging app. Your fingers hover over the keyboard.

Wanna talk to you

His reply is instantaneous, almost like he has nothing to do and is on his phone, waiting for your text.

I’m free for the rest of the day.

You leave him on read.

* * *

When you knock on his door a few minutes later, he doesn’t realise it’s you.

“Come in,” he answers, using that formal voice of his that he has for addressing colleagues and student alike. When he sees you, though, his mouth stretches into a lop-smirk and he leans back into his chair. “You.”

You don’t give him any reply as you spin around to close the door behind you, locking it conveniently. When you turn back around to face him, he’s completely taken his attention off of whatever he had been doing, instead focusing on you. You slip your bag off your shoulders onto the vacant chair in front of his desk slowly as you hold his eyes, the exact expression you give him when you put on strip shows for him.

He’s leaning comfortably against his chair, his eyes darting appreciatively up and down your body, even though you’re wearing the biggest sweatshirt and the baggiest pair of faded blue jeans you own. He looks at you like you’re dressed in the lingerie that he bought you. He’s probably already mentally undressing you.

“Professor,” you murmur in your raspy voice, taking slow, measured steps around his desk, letting your fingers drag along the smooth wood of his desk.

His eyes visibly darken at your voice. He raises his chin as you reach him, his hazel eyes almost a dark brown in the artificial office light.

“Sit.”

There is only one available seat at the moment, so you hum and lower yourself onto his lap. Immediately, you can feel something digging into your butt and you make yourself comfortable. His jaw clenches and you see his hands noticeably tightening their grip on the armrests.

“I want to talk,” you murmur under your breath, tracing your finger along the exposed skin of his chest. You can feel him shiver just the tiniest bit under you, but you keep your smile to yourself.

“Yeah?” he breathes. He keeps his hands firmly attached to the armrests ― he wants to see where you are going to take this.

“You asked me if I had a rough night…” you trail off, letting your finger glide across his jaw. “...and I said I had a bad coughing fit.” You look straight into his eyes, which are darker than before and gleaming. “I lied.”

“Yeah?” he breathes again, his control slipping dangerously fast.

You nod, making sure the action involves your whole body. He lets out a harsh breath.

“I did have a rough night, but it wasn’t from a coughing fit,” you say, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He notices with a hitch in his breath, but doesn’t try to stop you. “It was someone driving his cock down my throat.”

Brian nearly chokes on his next breath. Nearly. He jerks in his seat and his hands fly to your waist, fingers greedily squeezing and massaging.

You lean forward until your lips are right next to his ear and whisper raspily, “And I loved it.” You hear him gasp just as you bite the shell of his ear softly. His fingers dig into your skin and his erection stirs, growing harder against you.

He’s breathing harshly into your neck, his chest moving quickly against yours.

“Baby, I―” he starts, but you cut him off with a finger to his lips.

“I know you love how I sound right now, all raspy and sore from you fucking my throat,” you say, slowly sliding off of his lap to sink onto your knees. You unbutton his shirt fully to reveal his chest and belly, the muscles taut with anticipation. “I bet it reminded you of how good it felt, didn’t it? Having your hands in my hair and pushing your cock deep into my mouth; you love how pretty my lips look wrapped around your cock? Love the sounds that it makes when you fuck my throat like you’d fuck me?”

You’re toying with his belt buckle, glancing up at him with your eyes wide. His eyes are hooded and his pupil blown as he stares down at you, his breathing ragged. He’s painfully hard now, straining against the limited space in his slacks. He must’ve been affected from the moment you spoke this morning ― Brian is uncharacteristically absorbed and isn’t as poised as he normally is. His control is held by a thin thread that will snap in any moment now.

You undo his belt and drag the zipper down, over the tent. He’d went for white boxers today, and you can clearly see the outline of his cock through the material, an unmistakable dark patch growing where the head is.

You plant the softest, but wet kiss against his clothed cock, and he groans. Dangerously close now.

You bite your lower lip and reach forward to peel his boxers down, his length springing free and slapping against his navel. It is red, swollen, and leaking. Ouch.

His cock twitches when you lean forward to ghost your lips over his length, letting your hot breath linger against the sensitive head. You glance up at him to find him with his eyes closed, his mouth slightly agape with anticipation. He is expecting you to go down on him right this instant ― his control really is gone.

You pull away and stand up. Brian immediately notices the absence of warmth and his eyes snap open with confusion, his mouth dropping even more. You smooth your hands down your sweatshirt and give him the sweetest smile you only reserve for when you want to make a bargain with the lecturers.

“Have a nice day, Professor.” You shoot him a wink and turn around to grab your bag. Brian is still comprehending what has just happened, but he is so hard, all he can think about is the feeling of your lips wrapped around himself. He can only gawk as you pull open the door and leave without a single glance back.

* * *

You know you’re going to have hell to pay for doing Brian so dirty ― leaving him high and dry in his office ― but that sense of victory you feel for the rest of the day is almost worth it. You waltz back into your apartment with a skip in your steps, pushing open the flimsy door with more enthusiasm than you usually have touching that piece of wood. After you enter your room, you throw your bag onto your chair and start finishing up the work that are due the next day. You have a feeling you’d be busy tonight.

You lose track of time in the pile of work you have — you really have to stop procrastinating and leave yourself a mountain of immediate work. When you’re finally done, it’s already way past six in the evening, almost seven. Your stomach growls in accord.

You check your phone and the edge of your lip turns up at the text you’d receive from Brian.

Dinner. You’re not allowed to say no.

You grin to yourself. You could tease him further, but he already sounded so tense through text, are you going to push him further?

No.

You keep your stationery and books into your bag slowly as you wait for Brian’s response. Your heart is hammering heavily in your chest and your hands shake a little from how anxious you are.

His reply only took 5 minutes, but it sure feels like 50 years.

Don’t test me, baby. I’m not feeling generous right now.

You can picture Brian clenching his jaw and his expression darker than usual as he types out the messages. You’re thrilled at how worked up and angry Brian is, even though you really shouldn’t be. If last night was rough, you don’t know if you can survive tonight, especially with an angry professor.

Just kidding. Where will we meet?

At yours. I’ll be in twenty.

You can’t help but allow yourself a sick grin as you open your wardrobe, searching for the perfect piece to put on. Your eyes, however, land on a white paper bag lying at the bottom. You’ve almost forgotten about that. You bend down to retrieve the paper bag and gingerly set it on your bed. It’s a set of white lingerie you purchased from Victoria’s Secret a few weeks ago.

It seems to you that Brian has a soft spot for white clothing, and this set of garment is sure going to drive him absolutely crazy, especially when he’s as worked up and angry as he is now. You hop into the shower to clean yourself up before changing into the white lace, barely avoiding tearing it into pieces in your haste to get it on. When everything is in place, you have never felt more beautiful. The white lace complements your skin perfectly and accentuated all your curves. You feel modelesque, almost, striking all these poses before the mirror.

Then your phone chimes with a sharp message notification, and you immediately know that it’s Brian. You quickly slip into a nondescript white sweater and a pair of shorts before almost skipping to the front door to answer it. You pull open the door to find yourself face to face with Brian, who seems so much taller than usual. He doesn’t look as angry as you thought he’d be — in fact, he looks nonchalant as he crosses the threshold of your apartment and steps inside, one hand in his pocket while the other carries the takeout bag. You shut the door behind him and follow him to the kitchen, where he is retrieving plates from the overhead cabinet easily, like he’s done it a million times. You lean against the counter and look at him work quietly, eyes lingering on the way his hands expertly empty the fried rice onto your plates.

The meal is silent and tense, but you don’t really know why. Brian doesn’t look angry, he looks passive. He looks like he does every other day — like his thoughts are spinning at 70 miles per hour in his head — but instead of smiling and talking to you about his day, or teasing you relentlessly, he’s quiet. That scares you a little, more than if he’s yelling you. You eat your rice across the table from him, your eyes darting everywhere but him. But you can feel his heavy gaze landing on you every few minutes, and every time it sends shivers down your spine.

When you’re both done, you offer to wash the plates and he lets you wordlessly. You are running the slippery plates under the tap to wash off the dish soap when you feel heat against the back of your neck. You gasp when you feel him plant a wet kiss at the base of your neck and instinctively bucked your hips backwards as you arch your back, but he places a warm hand on your waist to hold you in place.

“Let’s play a game, baby,” Brian rasps at your ear, his breath hot and ticklish against the shell of your ear. “You’re mine for the rest of the night.” He pauses to plant another wet kiss on the sensitive skin behind your ear. That elicits a moan from you and one of his hands snakes up to your mouth to pinch your bottom lip. “And that, is not allowed.”

What?

“You heard me, baby girl,” he coos, pulling at your bottom lip and then letting go. “You’re not allowed to make any sound, unless I’m addressing you directly or it’s your safeword.” Your grip on the plate is hard as you nod. He squeezes your waist in warning. “Use your words when I address you directly.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He lightly scratches the exposed skin under the hem of your sweater before leaving you to finish washing the dishes.

You’re panting and out of breath as you stare at the running water. For a second you forget how washing a plate goes before your brain recovers and you quickly rinse off the soap and place the plate on the dish rack. You swallow hard, before turning around, to see Brian beckoning you to your room. You absently wipe your hands dry on your sweater as you obey his silent command immediately, your legs carrying you to your room on their own accord.

Brian shuts and locks the door behind you, and you’re officially closed off from the world with an obviously still angry Brian. And he’s clearly seeking revenge, that you can tell will be filled with relentless teasing. You notice that the shirt he’s wearing is only buttoned half-way, revealing his tanned and taut chest, as well as that necklace with the pendant resting right on the hollow of his throat. He stalks around you like a predator would a prey, his eyes snaking up and down your body appreciatively until he reaches your bed and he sits down.

You stand in front of him, unsure of what to do and desperately turned on, until he gives you a simple command: “Strip for me.”

You are eager to obey his every command. It’s been a long tiring day and you want nothing more than to succumb to him and let him take control. You slip the sweater off and blush at the way Brian’s eyes widen a little at the white lace hugging your breasts. Your shorts are next to go and Brian leans back on his elbows, his eyes running up and down your body with an appreciative smile on his lips. You are extremely pleased by his reaction and reach behind to unhook your bra, but he stops you.

“Leave your underwear on. You look beautiful in these,” he says. You let your hands fall, and nervously toy with the hem of your panties as you wait for his next order. “C’mere,” he murmurs softly and you stop before him. He sits up straight and his hands land on your hips, his palms warm against your cool skin. His fingers massage the skin softly and he leans forward to plant a kiss on the valley between your breasts. You clench your core at that feeling, already feeling a little overwhelmed and he’s barely touched you.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs against the soft skin of your belly. “Did you wear these for me?”

You nod fervently, but his soft kisses end with a nip of his teeth. “Use your words.”

“I did, Sir,” you breathe, and you feel him continuing to press soft kisses to your skin, slowly travelling upwards.

His lips reach your chest, kissing and licking at the swell of your breasts, but never truly giving attention where you desperately want him. You hands are clenched into tight fists beside you and your breathing is ragged, but that doesn’t seem to bother him. Brian is hell-bent on teasing the fuck out of you and this is only just the warm-up.

Slowly, his hands start travelling south until they rest on your ass. His hands knead the flesh with a low groan and without warning, he spreads your cheeks apart and you nearly gasp at the feeling.

“So perfect for me,” he groans and press a hot kiss against your navel, just above the hem of your panties. Your bottom lip is going to bruise from how hard you are biting on it to keep the desperate whines at bay. One of his hands land on your ass cheek with a slap and you buck your hips, tipping your head back at the chilly sensation starting to spread across your bum. “Such a good girl now, yeah? You weren’t like this in the afternoon, were you?”

When you don’t answer, he delivers another spank to your other cheek. “Answer me.”

“No, Sir,” you all but whimper. “Please.”

He continues to knead the now burning skin of your ass, his fingers slipping dangerously close to your dripping center. Your hands snake up his arms to circle around his neck, pulling him to your breasts and begging him to touch you already. But he isn’t easily swayed. Not right now.

“Such an impatient little thing. So desperate and—” he slips his finger to your damp panties, “—so wet for me.” He rubs the wet material with his index and middle finger and your legs almost give out from the minimal stimulation. “You’re so soaked, baby,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers back to find them glistening a little.

He pulls at the hem of your panties until you are sure he can just peer down and look at your pussy, then lets go and let the thin elastic snap against your hips.

“You’ve been so good for me, baby,” he says, and you widen your eyes at him. Is he finally done with the teasing? He reaches up behind your back and easily unhooks your bra, and you quickly wiggle out of it and he throws it across the room. His cups your breasts eagerly in his hands and his thumbs quickly start circling your nipples. You let out a sigh and push your chest forward for him. “And good girls deserve rewards, don’t they?” You are deciding whether you are expected to answer his question when he leans forward and you realise, it’s rhetorical.

His lips reach your right breast and he swirls his tongue around your sensitive nipple before he wraps his lips around it and start sucking hard. You keep your hand around your mouth to muffle any sounds that might escape. He lets his teeth graze against your nipple and then soothe it with his tongue, before releasing it to blow cool air against the wet skin. He does the same with your other breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple where his mouth is not around. You feel yourself growing wetter until he releases your nipple with a wet pop and his fingers quickly go for where you’re the most desperate for him.

The first swipe of his finger against your slit elicits a groan from him, and a silent moan from you. He dips his finger in to collect some of your wetness and brings it to his face. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans and slips his finger into his mouth to suck it clean. “God, you taste so good.” You can barely keep your whimpers to yourself when he hooks his fingers around the elastic and pulls the white lace down with one smooth tug. You step out of the soiled material with shaky legs and then he pulls you onto the bed before climbing on top of you.

It feels so erotic to be naked while Brian is still fully clothed. You rub your bare pussy against the tent in his jeans and you sigh at the direct stimulation on your clit. He realises what you are doing immediately and holds your hips still with one hand.

“Stop,” he grits out. “Don’t do that.” He leans down to kiss you for the first time tonight, and you sigh into the kiss. The kiss is fervent and desperate and full of clashings of tongues and teeth, but it is perfect. It is probably driving Brian crazy too to be teasing you for so long, and he pours all his frustrations into the kiss. He pulls away with a gasp. “I need to taste you. Now.”

He then descends down your body, pressing hot, wet kisses down where he can reach, biting and sucking until it almost hurts. Then he’s pressing the softest kisses on your thighs, slowly travelling inwards to where you’re pulsing with need. You have never been more turned on in your life, and watching Brian staring at your bare center with awe could’ve made you come on the spot. He swipes his finger up your slit just to test the waters, and your hips buck at that simple stimulation. He’d only graze your clit slightly and you’d reacted so strongly. How would you even survive with his tongue and lips—

You bite back the scream that bubbles at your throat the moment he licked his way up from your entrance to your clit, groaning to himself as he does so. He laps at your entrance, making obscene noises as he slurps and groans. You fingers find his hair and tug hard at the roots, and he grunts against your clit. Almost in revenge for that, he closes his lips around your clit and sucks hard. You tug at his hair again but this time he doesn’t mind. He continues to suck at your clit, only letting go to push the sensitive bud around with his tongue. He closes his lips around your clit again, this time swirling his tongue around it and gingerly letting his teeth graze against it. You buck your hips up in a silent cry. You just need one more of that and you’d come…

He pulls away.

Your eyes snap open like how his did this afternoon. Brian smirks wickedly at you as he shrugs off his shirt. His chest is glistening with sweat like his chin is glistening with your wetness. Your orgasm slips away just like that and your bottom lip quivers. He is evil. He stands up to unbutton his jeans and push them down along with his boxers. His cock springs free, rock hard and red and wet at the tip.

He returns to his earlier position and blows cold air against your throbbing pussy. “You didn’t think I’d forget what you did to me this afternoon, did you?” He kisses your clit. “Got me so hard and left me alone in my office to fend for myself; that wasn’t nice.” He licks up your slit. “I had to jerk myself off in my office, where other teaching staff could catch me.” He dips his tongue into your entrance. “I couldn’t come, because I was so nervous about being caught — whether I was seen of heard.” You feel his finger lightly grazing your entrance before he pushes it inside you. He pumps it torturously slowly, twisting his finger with every thrust, grazing against your front wall every time. “Look at me.”

You peel open your eyes to look at his hungry eyes. His dark eyes smoulder in the light as he adds another finger, stretching you deliciously. You lock eyes for a few seconds before he glances down, his gaze resting on the way your lips stretch to accommodate his fingers. He adds another, now pumping three digits in and out of you. You’re panting, gripping the sheets tightly as you feel your orgasm building quickly. His thumb starts rubbing your clit tightly and you gasp, feeling yourself getting closer by the second. When you start clenching around his fingers, now knuckle deep, he pulls away completely, for the second time tonight.

Your legs are shaking from being denied an orgasm twice in a row.

He sits up, giving you time to recover from the brink. You clench desperately around nothing as you will your orgasm to come back. You try to rub your thighs together from some friction, but his knee keeps you from doing that. He keeps your legs spread wide open for him so he can look at you pulsing for him. He licks his fingers clean of your wetness and leans forward to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

He collapses beside you, leaning against the headboard. “I say you finish what you started earlier, baby,” he murmurs. You allow yourself a second to breathe before you get up and straddle his legs, your pussy throbbing with need.

Despite how nonchalant Brian is acting, you can tell he’s desperate for stimulation. He’s achingly hard against his lower belly, red and leaking at the tip. You’re going to make this good for him.

You ghost your lips over his length, and Brian takes in an audible breath. You lick a bold stripe from the base to his tip, and he groans loudly. He’s been so hard for so long, that just the feeling of your tongue on him feels like heaven. You do it again, tracing the prominent vein along the length of his cock until you reach the tip. You wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and gently kiss the sensitive head, licking away the precome that beaded around the slit. Then you wrap your lips around the head start sucking. His hips buck uncontrollably and pushes his cock further into your mouth to push against your palate.

You start bobbing your head, taking him further and further down until his hits the back of your throat. He groans loudly and you pull off him with a loud pop. You breathe greedily, pumping his cock in a circular motion until he slips his hand into your hair to pull at your roots lightly, urging you to give him your mouth again. You take his cock in your mouth and let your tongue swirl around the head, sucking hard on the head before pushing him further down your throat. Your eyes start to water as you take him deeper, and you pull off of him again.

“Such a good girl,” he groans, and he cups your cheek, wiping away the tears with his thumb. You lean down to suck him again, but he stops you and flips you around so he’s above you again. “You’ve been such a good girl, haven’t you?” he murmurs, and you whimper. He starts circling your clit with his fingers. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, Sir,” you croak out. “I’ve been such a good girl for you, Sir.”

“You have,” he confirms and you feel him lining himself up at your entrance. Your legs quiver in anticipation. “And good girls deserve what?”

“A reward, Sir— fuck!” He pushes into you in one swift motion and buries himself to the hilt.

He groans into your ear. “God, you feel so good around me. Always so good, so wet and so tight around me.”

“Please,” you beg. You don’t even care that you’re not allowed to make noise anymore. It seems like Brian doesn’t care, too. Because he groans and pulls out all the way before sinking into you once again, bottoming out in one swift movement. “Fuck, you’re so deep, please, Sir.”

He starts fucking you, setting a punishing pace. With every snap of his hips, he drives his cock deep inside you and you feel your orgasm quickly building. Your room is filled with the sounds of yours and Brian’s heavy breathing, as well as the lewd noise of his cock sliding in and out of you. You wrap your legs around his waist and he reaches impossibly deeper inside you.

Brian groans when he looks down at where you are joined, mesmerised by the way his cock slides effortlessly in and out of your pussy, watching as his cock disappears into you and relishing the feeling of your walls squeezing around him.

“God, you’re so tight,” he grunts, speeding up his thrusts as you whine. You scratch your nails down his back and feel his muscles moving underneath your fingers. He feels so good inside you and he’s so fucking deep. Your orgasm is building quickly and you tighten your walls around him, to which his groans and fucks you harder. “Fuck, are you close?”

“Y-yes!” you cry out, and he buries his face between your neck and shoulder, messily kissing the sweaty skin. His fingers reach down to your joined bodies and start rubbing your clit in tight circles, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine, pushing you closer to your release. “Oh, fuck!”

Brian kisses you messily as his thrusts turn sloppy. “Come for me, baby,” he grunts against your lips, his fingers relentless against your clit and his cock driving deep inside you. The combined feeling of his fingers and his cock tips you over the edge. You fall, hard, as you come apart. So hard that your vision blackens at the edges for a few seconds. You clench around Brian’s cock, and he groans almost painfully.

He’s still fucking into you desperately, chasing for his own release.

“Come for me, baby,” you whisper in his ear, and that is all he needs.

His comes, his cock jerking inside of you as he empties himself, coating you in his come. He lazily thrusts into you through his orgasm, until it’s over. You’re so oversensitive now that it is starting to hurt, so you tap Brian on his shoulder for him to stop.

He does, stilling inside of you before gently pulling out. Immediately you feel his seed trickling out messily along with your wetness and onto your sheets. But you’re so exhausted that you can’t even care less. Brian kisses you slowly and sweetly before collapsing beside you in exhaustion.

You’re both breathing hard, your body still still shaking from the mind-blowing orgasm you just had.

Brian allows himself a few seconds before he sits up. “Are you okay?” he asks, affectionately pushing a sweaty strand of hair from your face.

You nod weakly at him, and he smiles at you. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He gets up and disappears for a moment before returning with a warm cloth. He wipes you clean, careful to avoid over-stimulating you. When he’s done, he disappears again, this time returning with two glasses of water. “Here.” He hands you a glass and you shoot him a grateful smile. You gulp the water down greedily, relishing the feeling of the water soothing your throat. Your throat is going to be even sorer tomorrow, you’re sure of that, but you can’t bring yourself to even be mad at Brian.

Brian is busy staring at your body with a ghost of a smile on his lips. What? You look down, and you discover little hickeys dotting all over your skin, especially around your breasts. Brian shouldn’t be, but he is proud of them. These marks showed that he is the man responsible for your pleasure, that he is the man responsible for your orgasms. He leans down to kiss the marks he’d made, smiling against your skin with you reach into hair to tug at his curls.

As usual, you cuddle for a bit until you’re both dry and recovered enough before Brian leaves. You watch as Brian untangles himself from you, struggling a little to get his limbs to function as he climbs off of your bed. He bends down to retrieve his boxers to slip it on.

Your eyes widen and you gasp silently as you stare at Brian’s back.

Long, red lines run down his back as claws of pleasure. You feel yourself blush, remembering yourself running your nails down his back as he fucks you. Just like him, you’d left marks on his body to show that he’s yours, and that feels good. His back muscles roll as he slips his shirt on and covers up the red lines. If he wears a white shirt tomorrow, those lines are going to be very visible. He turns around as he buttons his shirt up half-way, and pulls his jeans up. He smirks at you staring at him and you decide not to tell him about the lines.

Now that he’s fully clothed, you sit up, and the sheets fall off your body, revealing your hickey-decorated breasts. He groans at the sight and you grin at him before covering yourself with the sheets.

He leans forward to kiss you sweetly on the mouth, a lingering goodbye kiss.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he murmurs with one last kiss on your forehead before he leaves.

The temperature of your room drops drastically in the wake of his absence. You gingerly climb off the bed and limp to your bathroom. Your reflection in the mirror looks completely fucked out, cheeks rosy and lips swollen, not to mention the hickeys extending from your boobs down. You’re sure your voice would be multiple times worse than it is today, but you can’t bring yourself to care. This arrangement with Brian is perfect, and you never want it to end.

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warren-lauren · 5 years ago

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For the prompt can you do a Brianxreader with #10 and #17 where the reader and Bri have a wild night out and he takes her back to his place so she can sober up a bit but then it leads to them getting frisky 😉

Oh my GOD! This has taken me forever! Hope you like it… Depending on how this is recieved there could be a possible series…

80′s Brian May x reader

Warnings: Cheating/Affair (I do not agree with it - only for this), oral (female receiving), fingering, swearing, 18+ readers only (PICTURE NOT MINE - CREDIT TO OWNER)

The first time you slept with Brian, it had been a drunken mistake. The pair of you were both drunk at one of Queen’s after-parties, chatting and giggling in a corner, the others were scattered around, leaving just leaving you and Brian alone. You don’t know who started it but you began kissing each other, hands traveling lower, getting needier. The two of you slowly drifted away together, forgetting the party, spending the rest of the night together in between Brian’s sheets.

The second time was unexpected. You’d been arguing all day, stressed out and annoyed, being Queen’s personal assistant was always testing (and exciting) but for some reason this particular day was hard. You walked away, mid-argument with Brian, pissing him off. He pulled you into what was a storage cupboard, caging you against the wall, calling you infuriating and telling you you needed to grow up. You told him to piss off and called him an old man.

“Old man?” He snapped, pushing you against the wall. “You weren’t saying that when I fucked you all night, were you?”

You shook your head, a needy moan leaving your mouth. “Maybe I forgot… old man.”

Brian crashed his lips against yours as he grabbed a hold of your thighs lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. “I’ll give you old man,” He muttered pulling his hard cock out of its confines. “You fucking slut!”

The third time there was no excuse, you both wanted it. You purposely wore something a little too short and tight in the right places. Not that you needed to, Brian was already looking, but so were others and that pissed him off.

“With me. Now!” Brian grabbed your elbow, pulling you into the dressing room, locking the door behind him. “Are you sure you want this, Y/N?” He asked, keeping his distance.

You bit your lip as you slowly closed the gap between you. “Yes. I know I shouldn’t, you’re married, but I do.”

Brian nodded, letting out a deep sigh. “Good, ‘cause so do I!”

He pulled you to him, his lips hard against yours as the pair of you stumbled towards the sofa. His mouth trailed down your neck, leaving little bites as he pushed your skirt up to your waist.

“Turn around.” He ordered. You bent over the back of the sofa, baring your backside to Brian. He pulled your lace panties down, groping your cheeks as he did, a deep moan leaving him as looked at your glistening pussy. “Fuck, next time I’ll fucking devour your cunt.”

“Next time?” You looked at him in one of the mirrors. “You want more after this?”

Brian nodded with a grin. “Fucking bet I do.” He answered, filling you up in one.

Now…

“Where are you taking me?” You giggled as Brian pulled you behind him towards the waiting car.

“There’s a club in town, we’ll have all the privacy we want.” He winked at you as he pulled open the door to the car for you. “Now,” He slapped your backside as he pushed you towards the car. “Get in there, before I take you back upstairs instead.”

“Can’t we do that?” You giggled reaching up to pull him into a kiss. “Please.”

“Later,” He chuckled. “I want to show you off first.”

“To who?” You frowned a little. "I thought you were wanting privacy.“

He nodded grinning. "I do, but I still want people to see how beautiful my baby girl is.”

Baby girl. That’s what you were now. Brian’s baby girl. His secret. His lover. He was married and you shouldn’t want it, but you couldn’t help it. It wasn’t your fault he’d fallen for someone who wasn’t his wife.

Brian kissed your bare shoulder as the two of you danced together, his curls tickled your neck as he moved to the crook of your neck, making you giggle. He smiled against you, his large hands holding your waist firmly as you wiggled your hips.

“Want another drink, love?” He asked, his warm breath fanning over your face.

You nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Okay, baby girl. Why don’t you go sit down.”

You nodded, going over to where you and Brian had been seated most of the night. Being in a place where you and Brian could be so free to be with each other was liberating. Usually, you watched yourself around him, not daring to drink too much just in case you did something that might cause suspicion. Not here, not with these people. They didn’t care that you were making out with a rockstar, a married man, Brian May. They were all far too busy having their own fun.

“Have you had enough?” Brian asked, pulling you from your thoughts as he sat next to you, slipping his arm around your shoulders.

“Hmm?”

“You look, tired, you okay?”

You nodded, smiling. “Fine. Perhaps a little drunk.” You giggled.

Brian shook his head chuckling. “C'mon, we’ll go back to mine.” He smiled, helping you off the high stool.

You frowned whilst shaking your head. “Yours? But, your wife-”

“Away,” He pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “For the whole weekend.”

You instantly began to calm down, knowing she was wasn’t going to be anywhere near. The last thing you needed was Brian getting into trouble.

“I’m not even that drunk, Bri.” You giggled as the two of you entered through the front door.

“Really?” Brian chuckled. “You fell over your own foot.” He laughed, looking down to your feet. “Actually, no surprise in those bloody things.” He remarked on your heels.

You scoffed glancing down, wiggling your feet side to side.“You’re one to talk. I’ve seen the shoes you’ve worn, Mister White-clogs-and-ladies-plat-forms.” You teased him.

“Oy,” Brian grabbed a hold of you, making you squeal. “You said you found the clogs sexy.”

“Yeah,” You nodded biting your lip. “On the floor.”

“You little-” Brian crashed his mouth against yours, hands gripping your waist before he began tickling you.

“No! Brian!” You burst out laughing, trying to pull away from him. “Okay! Okay, stop, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you better be.” He chuckled, smiling at you. “Come on, let’s get a drink, sober up a bit before we regret it in the morning.”

You followed Brian into the kitchen, taking the glass of water he offered, thanking him with a peck on the lips. Slowly the two of you drank in silence, watching each other carefully.

“Where was the last time you had sex?” You asked putting your empty glass down.

“This afternoon.” He grinned, grabbing your glass and putting it into the kitchen sink.

“Not with me, Brian.” You scolded him.

He let out a heavy sigh. His shoulders tensed up as he held onto the counter, his knuckles turning white. “Why the hell, would you ask that?”

“Curious,” You shrugged. “Worried.” You whispered, gently trailing your hands up his back.

“There’s no need for you to worry, love. You know my feelings for her aren’t what I feel for you.”

You shook your head letting out a soft sigh before pressing a couple of kisses to his back. “No, I know baby, but,” You moved to stand beside him. “I just wanted to know if, if she touches you, you know,” You reached up to brush some of his curls from his face, smiling softly up at him. “Like a wife should?”

“If she did, I wouldn’t need to feel your touch, would I.” He sighed, shaking his head slowly. “Anyway, it’s not like I really want it, not from her. She’s not you.”

“She’s your wife, Brian.”

“She’s not you!” Brian pulled you by the waist until you were stood in front of him. “And, she’s not here.” He closed the gap between you, his lips covering yours firmly as he reached up and held the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

Your hands clutched his shirt, holding him close. “Please,”

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby.” Brian bent at the knees, picking you up by the backs of your thighs and placed you on the countertop.

Your heels fell to the floor as you began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt before pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your mouth still moving against Brian’s as he helped you slide off the counter.

“Let’s get you out of this dress, shall we.” Brian grinned. He moved his lips down your neck as he began walking back out the kitchen blindly, trying to unzip your dress.

“AH!”

“Ow!”

The two of you giggled as you tripped over your heels. You continued to lose items of your clothing as you made your way to Brian’s bedroom. Usually, this never happened, you never did this anywhere he shared with her.

You laid with Brian’ above you, the two of you completely naked, attached by the lips as you gently caressed each other. Slowly Brian’s rough fingertips ran over the smooth apex of your thigh until he came to your most sensitive area.

“Bri,” You moaned softly.

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby girl.” He whispered, his lips moving along your throat. His fingers circled your clit, making you moan. His teeth nipped your skin before he sucked the area, moving down to repeat the motion all over again. His fingers slipped through your folds, feeling your arousal spread. “Shit.”

“Hmm, more.” You begged.

Brian teased your opening, dipping just the tips of his fingers into you. “You gonna cum, princess? gonna cum on my fingers?”

You nodded, arching your back. “Yes! Please, Bri, fuck me with them!” You pleaded. You loved it when Brian did it; to know he was using his fingers, the same ones that make music, to make you cum had you hot and bothered all over. “Fuck!”

He quickly pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb nudging your clit as he sucked your nipple into his mouth. You moaned and squirmed under Brian as he worked you closer to orgasm.

“Bri,”

“What do you want, love? Tell me.” Brian smirked down at you, kissing down your stomach. “Tell me, baby girl.”

“Mouth!” Brian’s lips latched onto your clit before you could even finish the word. “OH FUCK!” Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm fired through your entire body. Your toes curled, your fingers tangled and pulled Brian’s curls as he sucked and licked at your clit. “Bri,” You shook your head with a giggle. “Bri!”

“Sorry, love.” He sat back on his knees, his smug face covered in you. He leaned over, resting on his elbows as he pecked at your lips. “Ready for more?”

You moaned at your taste, circling your arms around his neck. “Always.”

Brian chuckled softly. “Of course you are.” He pressed a harder kiss to your mouth as he reached down between you and took a hold of his hard cock.

Both of you moaned together as he filled you in one. He reached round to hook your leg over his hip, letting him fill you even more.

“God,” Brian breathed out deeply, his forehead laying against yours. “Perfect.”

“Shh,” You moaned against his lips. “Please, move, Brian.”

He nodded pulling out of you before pushing back inside of you, slowly at first, teasing you, letting you feel every inch of him. His hand gripped your thigh, sure to leave marks. Each time he bottomed out you squeezed around him. He began to pick up the pace, his lips touching yours or your neck with each thrust.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” You moaned. “Fuck, Brian!” Your nails dug into his back.

“Oh, yeah, oh, fuck!” He held you close, his face buried in your neck. “Fuck! Fuck, Y/N, I love- I love you, baby.”

“Oh, God!” Tears prickled your eyes. “Me too. I love you.” You cried, your hands grabbing the headboard as Brian fucked you hard and fast. “Yes! Yes, Brian. Fuck, YES!”

“Ah! OH, FUCK! Y/N, yes, baby!”

You wrapped your arms around Brian, burying his face into your chest as the two of you rode your highs together.

Brian laid on his back, his arm behind his head as the other held you close, your head laying on his chest as you slept. He’d woken up about an hour or so ago, the early morning sun breaking in woke him. Mornings like this, where he could lie with you, with no fear were what he looked forward to.

“What are you thinking?” Your voice broke the silence, although not startling him.

Brian stayed quiet for a moment, thinking. “How di I tell her? How do I say, I love someone else? I sill love her.” He whispered.

You nodded slowly. “I know.”

“But, I love her like, I don’t quite know.” He let out a heavy, defeated sigh. “Not like you.”

“I never wanted this,” You began as you sat up, looking down to him. “I never wanted to be a woman who shagged a married man. To shag someone else’s husband. I never thought I’d be here… in love, but, I am. How do I say someone who’s not mine.” You poured your heart out, tears falling.

Brian sat up taking your hands in his. “I could be. Yours.” He nodded. “We could be together, properly.”

You nodded slowly. “We could, but I’m not sure we should.” Tears began to form in his hazel eyes. “You might get bored of me? Find some else.”

He shook his head, his own tears falling. “No! No, I love you. I know I shouldn’t but, I can’t stop it. I love you, Y/N.”

Silence settled over the two of you once more, the only sounds were the small sniffles coming from you as you kissed each other, and those from out in the hall.

Your eyes widened as they met hers. You felt Brian stiffen beside you as she walked in, tears falling down her face.

“I was going to ask, is there a reason you’re naked in my bed? But I think I know why.”

You expected Brian to move, to go to his wife but he stayed put, by your side, holding your hand. “H-How long have y-you been standing there?” Your heart broke at the sound of his own voice. SMall, broken, scared.

She shook her head. “Long enough to know this isn’t just a one-off.” She chuckled, it was the saddest sound you ever had.

“You weren’t meant-” She held her hand up before quickly running out the room. “Shit!”

“Brian,” You shook him, moving to kneel in front of him. “What do we do?”

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. I-I’ll talk, I’ll go talk to her.” He leaned forward pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Everything will be okay, I promise.”

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mishaandthebrits · 5 years ago

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500 miles

Warning: Selfharming Reader Because it's been a hell of a day and tomorrow will be worse, enjoy this fluffy but maybe triggering one with a super caring and protective Jared 💕

It was just one of those hard days when nothing really would work out. Someone spilled their coffee on you without even apologizing on your way to work, the train was late and one of your coworkers called in sick meaning you had to do the makeup for all the main actors. While they usually were a pleasure to work with you dreaded being flooded by them in the small trailer. "Good Morning Y/N!", Briana already greeted you as she stepped in before you could even get out of your jacket. "Morning Bri.", you nodded looking down at your shirt groaning.

"Coffee accident?", the blonde asked and you agreed with a nod. "Not my accident though...", you sighed then looked up to focus on her. "So, seems like you've been beaten last night hm? Let's make you look like that.", you then spoke after checking the filming schedule before getting to work. You first did her makeup with special effects like bruises and cuts on her face and collar bone before finishing with her hair which you just destroyed a little bit so it looked pretty, but messy. "And you're ready for the day. If you need a touch up, you know where to find me.", you smiled at her and she quickly hugged you lightly careful not to mess up her makeup. Two minutes after she left the door opened again and she handed you one of her shirts with a grin. "So you don't have to walk around with the evidence all day.", she winked and you gladly took it with a quiet thanks. While you were a little thinner than Briana it wasn't too obvious if you did a knot around the waist, but the sleeve length bothered you. They were too short, so the red lines from your cuts were visible. Before you could put much thought into it Jensen and Misha entered the trailer ready to be made even prettier. They both greeted you with a smiling kiss on your cheek and you got to work right away. While the focus for Jensen was on his hair, Misha needed a little more makeup to cover up the hickey on his neck. "Do I wanna know Mish?", you raised an eyebrow and he laughed quietly. "Vicky, don't worry. We just had to embarrass the kids.", he explained grinning and you nodded rolling your eyes. "You know you're evil right?", you asked him softly and he agreed with a somewhat evil smirk. "We all know he's evil.", Jensen joined only to receive a light shove from Misha. "Guys, you know the rules. No fighting in the makeup trailer.", you sternly spoke and they both apologized simultaneously. "Oh and, you're not helping the rumors about cockles one bit by constantly walking around set together.", you shrugged as they both got up. "Maybe I should give Misha a hickey next time hm?", Jensen laughed making you roll your eyes as they said their goodbyes for now. They would be back later for the special makeups. Now you had a little break until the first scenes were finished, but considering Misha and Jensen were in them it would probably take a while. Jared was scheduled to start shooting at 10, so you still had an hour left before he would even arrive. Taking your shirt you quickly placed it in the sink and started pouring water on it when you heard a knock on the door. "Door is open, my hands aren't clean.", you shouted over your shoulder and slightly turned when you heard the door open. "Good Morning Sunshine.", Jared smiled placing a cup of coffee on the shelves in front of you. "Just the way you like it.", he added and kissed the back of your head. "Why are you doing laundry?", he then asked making you roll your eyes. "Some idiot spilled their coffee on me this morning... didn't even apologize.", you grumbled and he nodded taking a seat in one of the makeup chairs. "So not a good day?", he asked unsure and you sighed. "Not exactly... plus Desi called in sick, so I'll have to do all of your makeup. I mean don't get me wrong, I love working with you guys, it's just going to be stressful, you know?", you explained and he nodded patting the chair beside his once you had dried off your hands. "That's Brianas shirt isn't it?", Jared chuckled making you nod blushing lightly. Sometimes, when he was awake early, he would be seen on set before he was needed just so he could spend some time talking to you while eating breakfast. Jared was the one to always make sure you had a proper breakfast, so he usually got you something from the buffet in one of the tents knowing that you had forgotten to eat anyways. "So, shall we get started?", you asked after finishing the croissant he had gotten you today. Jared would be needed with a normal makeup and only a little fake scar on his forehead, so you started with the make up before doing the scar. All of a sudden he grabbed your hand lightly pulling it down. "Jared! You almost ruined it...", you poured before looking at him frowning. "Y/N, is that what I think it is?", he asked looking towards your scars. "They're scars? Is that what you think it is, then yes.", you replied trying to seem calm while you were freaking out on the inside. Of course Jared had to see them. "When was the last Time Y/N/N?", he spoke softly still holding your wrists in his much bigger hands. "Uhm... y-yesterday...", you whispered before being pulled onto his lap carefully. He wrapped his arms around you protectively and took a deep breath. "Do me a favor... okay? Next time you feel like doing that, call me... talk to me or I can talk to you if you want... just please... I'd walk 500 miles just to be close to you and support you okay?", he smiled kissing your forehead and you nodded crying slightly.

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another-blog-bites-the-dust · 6 years ago

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Not her type.

Summary: While hanging around on the set of the BoRhap movie, the four boys compete to try and get your attention...not knowing they aren't exactly your type.

Warnings: A few swears nothing major

A/N: MAN THIS IS FOR ALL THE GIRLS WHO LIKE GIRLS BECAUSE IM ONE OF THOSE GIRLS AND DAMN I DO LOVE LUCY SHE IS BEAUTFUL AND SO TALENTED AND THE LACK OF LUCY X READER FICS HURT MY LITTLE BI HEART SO I HAD TO WRITE A LITTLE SOMETHING. Enjoy 💖

"Y/N! I picked you up a coffee!" Gwilym grinned and handed you the takeaway cup before being pushed out the way by Rami.

"Yeah, well, I got you a triple chocolate muffin, Y/N," he smugly smirked and he handed you the little brown paper bag.

You smiled, a little overwhelmed "Oh wow! Thanks! You really didn't have to do that."

"Hey Y/N!" Gwilym and Rami lowly growled hearing Joe's voice. "Oh!" He paused with a hand behind his back and pulled out some flowers like he was performing a magic trick. "What's this?" He handed them to you and you suddenly realised how full your hands were so held them close to you with your arm.

"Joe! They're gorgeous! Thank you!" You grinned. "I need to go and find my dad, 'scuse me!" You lightly bowed your head to and headed off.

The three boys watched you walk away before glaring at each other. "What do you think you're doing?" Gwilym snapped at the both of them. They were currently on set, about six months into filming Bohemian Rhapsody and the four boys were all competing for your attention and affection. They all had developed a crush on you.

"I'm just being the kind and generous self I am," Joe replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "I mean...flowers beats coffee and muffins any day," he smugly smirked, giving Rami the side eye.

Rami gasped "I think you'll find that flowers only bring short term delight- oh wait," he placed his finger on his chin in feigned thought "It makes so much sense now why you bought them." He teased and Joe huffed, crossing his arms. "Whereas a muffin satisfies lots of cravings."

"You're really weird, Malek..." Gwilym uttered.

"Coming from the guy that's trying to get with her while dressing like her dad?" Joe retorted. Gwilym rolled his eyes- flirting with you dressed as Brian probably wasn't the best idea he had.

"She prefers blondes," the three groaned hearing a cocky voice come out of nowhere. Ben tapped Joe's shoulder while joining the group. "Watch and learn boys- there isn't many that can resist my charm."

You arrived back on set after putting the stuff the boys got you in your dressing room and began chatting with your dad, he was discussing how much he was enjoying the whole experience. You grinned and gave him a side hug. "I'm happy you're happy, dad. I'm sure uncle Fred would have loved this too."

Brian shook his head with a small smirk "He'd be up there on that podium showing everyone up," he chuckled and then sadly smiled "I wish he could have been here to see it."

You tightly smiled and squeezed his arm "I'm sure he is," you softly whispered. "Anyway, I'll let you see the producer and catch up with you in a bit!" He nodded and you both went your separate ways. You felt someone tap you arm and you turned seeing Ben there. "Ben! Hey!"

He opened his arms and you have him a hug and a peck on the cheek, Ben stuck his tongue out at the three boys who flipped him off behind your back. "How are you?" Ben asked as he pulled back, still holding your arms with his hands.

"Good! How are you?" You asked with a grin. All the boys were so friendly and kind to you, hugging and pecking them all on the cheeks was a normal thing to do.

"I'm great," he licked his lips slightly- he knew it would be hard to resist that. "I was wondering...are you busy tonight? We could get some drinks after filming?" He suggested.

"Ah! I can't!" Ben's small, flirty smile fell. "Dad's invited me over to his for dinner!" He nodded understandingly "Hey! Why don't you come along?" His face instantly lit up. He was back in the game. "Dad won't mind!" You turned around "You all want to come around at say...seven?" Ben's smile dropped- that was not the way it was supposed to go.

Ben awkwardly chuckled "Uh...Y/N-"

"Sounds perfect!" Joe cut him off with a tight grin, pissing Ben off at how smug he was being.

"Great! See you boys then!" You chirped and left them to get organised for their scene.

Ben loudly groaned and took the boys teasing laughter on the chin. "I was so close! I'm telling you- it's me she likes the most!" He told them, full of confidence.

"In your dreams, Ben," Rami chortled. "Let's see what happens at dinner tonight, shall we?" The four boys were called to the makeup trailer while you spent most of the day hovering beside your dad.

"I invited the boys to dinner tonight- is that alright?" You asked him.

Brian blinked from behind his glasses "Course! Did you invite Lucy too?"

You laughed "Yes! That's the whole reason why we where having dinner in the first place!" You nudged his arm "Don't embarrass me in front of them all tonight."

"Hmm..." he pretended to think about it.

"No!" You laughed. "Don't!"

"I'm a dad- it's my job to embarrass you!" Brian chuckled.

You loudly groaned "Uncle Roger!" You whined, knowing he'd stick up for you. "Dad's going to embarrass me...again!"

Roger placed his arm around your shoulder "It's not too late for me to adopt you and become a Taylor!" He laughed and Brian rolled his eyes at the pair of you. "Don't you embarrass the poor girl, Bri." You smirked, victorious. "I'll come to dinner and help you out."

The two men loudly laughed as you groaned "You're both doing it right now! God! I'm going to get another coffee!" You couldn't help but smile. You spotted the four boys and sent them a small wave- they all waved back and then debated between themselves.

"She was waving at me." Gwilym said.

Rami shook his head "Nope- she waved at me!"

Joe blew a raspberry "Oh please, she was looking at me and waved."

Ben rolled his eyes "Sure thing- keep telling yourselves that. You all know she was waving at me."

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Gwilym knocked on the door, he was a bit early but he wanted to get to Brian's house for dinner before the rest of the boys. He had a bunch of flowers and wine in his hand and just about managed to hit his knuckles off the door, disregarding the bell. You opened it and Gwilym's face was taken over by a huge smile. "Hi, Y/N!"

"Hey, Gwil!" He bent down slightly and kissed your cheeks "Come on through!" He handed you the flowers and wine "Thank you! They're gorgeous! I'll put these with Rami's!"

Gwilym blinked "H-He-Rami is here? Already?" He asked, wondering if he had picked that up right.

"Yeah! Only arrived about ten minutes before you- Ben has been here for about twenty." 'Bastards' Gwilym thought to himself but didn't let his smile falter.

"Oh that's great," it was a good job he was an actor- he would have received an Oscar for that fake enthusiastic line alone. Gwilym walked through to the sitting room where Rami and Ben were already there chatting with Brian- they were trying to avoid eye contact with Gwil when he walked in. "Hello, boys..." he gritted out before genuinely smiling at Brian. "Hey, Brian," they shook hands before Gwil sat down.

"Gwil, darling," you placed a hand on his shoulder and looked up to you with a smile "Can I get you a drink? Beer? Wine?"

"Wine is great thanks," he tapped your hand before you went to the kitchen. Gwilym looked to the other two who were glaring at him. That didn't happen to them.

The doorbell rang just as you handed Gwilym his glass "I'll get it!" You grinned and answered it. "Hey Joe! Love the flowers!" The three boys sighed and subtly rolled their eyes. Of course he'd being you more. "I'll put them with everyone else's." Joe walked through to sitting room and just as you fetched him a drink, the door went again. The boys all furrowed their brows, they didn't know anyone else was coming.

"Hi!" They could hear Lucy's distinctive voice float into the sitting room and they all let out a collective sigh of relief- she wasn't a threat to them. "How's things?"

"Good! I love your dress! I'm so glad you could make it!" You grinned and hugged her before she took off her jacket and scarf. "I'll fix you up your favourite!" You winked "Go on through- dad's in the sitting room with the boys." You squeezed her arm and she walked into where everyone was while you went to the kitchen to make her a gin and tonic and check on dinner.

"Hi Lucy!" The five of them all greeted at the same time when she walked in.

"Hi everyone! So good to see you all!" She didn't get the chance to sit down as you called everyone to the table. The four boys pushed and nudged each other as they tried to get a seat either side of you. Brian was at the top of the table and Lucy, Joe and Gwil sat on one side while you sat on the other with Ben and Rami. You and Lucy were in the middle of the two boys which also meant that you were directly across from her. You bumped your foot against hers and she sent you a shy smile across the table. It was reassuring to her knowing you were right there if she needed you.

"So Y/N," Joe shifted in his seat "I've gotta get you to the bar for karaoke sometime!"

You laughed and so did your dad. "There's a reason why she's a writer and not a singer, Joe." Brian chortled and you shot your dad a small glare. "Nails down a chalkboard sound better than she sings..."

"Thanks, dad..." you shook your head with a small smile on your face. "But he has a point, Joey." Joe shot the boys a cocky grin as if to say 'She gave me a nickname- ha ha!' "I'm an awful singer!"

Ben cleared his throat a little "We should check out that exhibition at the," he clicked his fingers trying to think on the spot "The Shard!" He said a little too loud when he remembered. "It's really great! Gets smashing reviews and I hear the restaurant is fantastic- views over London, apparently very romantic!" The three boys rolled their eyes at Ben's blatant attempt at trying to flirt.

You grinned and nodded before turning back to Lucy and softly smiling finding her already looking at you with rosy cheeks. Her fingers were playing with the stem of her glass and her lips parted ever so slightly and then shut before she spoke- you loved watching her think about what she was trying to say. It was like watching a renowned artist paint something in front of your eyes it was such a masterpiece. All her little quirks were. "I was thinking we could see that play you've been talking about? What do you think, Y/N?"

"Sounds amazing! We should go this weekend!" You suggested and she nodded, taking a sip of her drink.

"If you want to see a show, I have a friend that's in a sold out run of 'Hamlet', Y/N. I can ask them for tickets and we could go together next week?" He felt Joe's, Rami's and Ben's eyes burn into him.

"Sure! Sounds good, I'd love to see it." You took a sip of your wine, lightly choking on it when you felt Lucy's leg brush against yours. She sent you a playful smirk from behind her glass and you couldn't help but blush- of course one of the four boys thought they had done that to you. After dinner they all had to head home, filming was starting early tomorrow and they needed their rest. You brushed your fingers up Lucy's arms giving her goosebumps- no one thought anything of it. It was a small sign of affection but it meant so much more to her. "Still up for the cinema tomorrow night?" You asked.

"Course! Wouldn't miss it for the world!" She looked over and found the boys staring at you. "They're looking again...I told you! This is the billionth time I've caught them doing it."

Your heart skipped a beat at her jealous tone, it made you slyly grin. "You have nothing to worry about." You whispered so only she heard you. "You're cute when you're jealous."

"Oh be quiet you!" She giggled and nudged you. "Can I see that top you were telling me about before we leave?" She suggestively raised her brows a little to try and make you understand what she was trying to say. She wanted a moment alone with you.

You nodded, catching on and grabbed her hand "Just showing Lucy something! She won't be a minute!" You smiled and dragged her up the stairs.

Brian quirked a brow at the four boys when they all turned to him after following you with their eyes as you hurried upstairs. "Can you be honest with us, Brian?" Rami asked and Brian gingerly nodded. "What one of us has a better chance with Y/N? I'd personally say me but-"

"Course you would," Ben cut him off "Brian, sir, I would take such good care of your daughter she were to date me."

Gwilym scoffed "Sure thing, drummer boy..."

"You all don't have a chance- we all know she likes me best. Even gave me a nickname..." Joe proudly grinned.

They all groaned "I knew you were going to bring that up!" Ben uttered.

The boys then got into a bit of a spat and it was up to Brian to break it up. "In all fairness boys...I don't think any of you are her type." They all stopped bickering and furrowed their eyebrows at the guitarist.

"Wait!" You softly giggled and pulled Lucy back towards you again by the wrist. "Lipstick..." you wiped some of your lipstick off her bottom lip with your thumb. "You suit that shade..." you grinned and stroked her face with your fingertips.

Lucy kissed your palm "Give me more then," she purred and pressed her lips to yours before slowly pulling back and then winking "I'm glad I saw that top..." she cheekily grinned and squeezed your hip slightly, you began blushing furiously. "See you tomorrow," she pecked your lips again "I'll text you when I get home." You nodded and then headed back downstairs. "You boys ready to go?"

They all hummed and flung on their coats, still wondering what Brian meant. You and your dad bid your goodbyes and you shut the door over behind them. "Oh no!" You gasped "Lucy left her scarf!"

"If you're quick you might catch them before they leave the street," Brian motioned for you to go and you hurried out the door and down the front steps.

"Guys!" You yelled out and jogged to catch up with them. They all turned around with hopeful smiles on their faces thinking one of them was in luck. "Lucy- your scarf!" Her hands went up to her bare neck and she gasped suddenly feeling the cold biting away at it. "Good job I caught you!" You smiled and wrapped it around her "Wouldn't want you getting a cold!"

"Thank you!" She sweetly smiled, lovingly gazing into your eyes. You were so taken aback by her beauty and facial features in the fluorescent orange streetlights that you forgot the boys were there. Her eyes were twinkling just as much- if not more than- the stars above. Her lips were curved just enough that her smile reached those sparkling eyes of hers. You used her scarf to pull those lips to yours- she gasped feeling the sudden contact of your warm lips on her cold ones.

She wasn't the only one that gasped. The four boys stared at the pair of you with eyes as wide as saucers and gaping mouths. "Get home safe, I love you." You murmured and then pulled back. "Bye guys! Take care! Tell me when you get home!"

You gave Lucy another peck and she hummed in delight "Bye, I love you too." She kept her eyes on you- making sure you were safely in the house before she turned and made her journey home with the four boys who were still frozen on the spot with shock. When she was a few yards ahead she turned around and raised a brow with a sly smirk on her face. "Are you guys coming or what?" They dumbly nodded and managed to utter out a 'yes' each.

Joe was then suddenly hit with a wave of realisation after they walked Lucy back home. "'Not her type'," he hit his head "I get it now!" The three others shared a glance and then laughed between themselves.

"I was right though," Ben spoke up and the three looked at him with a raised brow. "She prefers blondes."

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kpopmultifan127 · 5 years ago

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Thunderstorm Nights

It was a dark stormy night and the sound of the thunder and the brightness of the lighting always frightened her. She couldn’t sleep and as she lay there staring at the ceiling at 1 in the morning wishing he’d come back home already and be with her. Her boyfriend Jeno was too busy to be with her during the storm because of his tour. She hadn’t seen him in weeks because he had to prepare non stop with no rest to make sure this concert was perfect. Dee had to do her best to stick out the storm and get some rest for her final exams were coming up and needed to study as much as she could. A text message lit up her phone as she checked to see it was she felt at ease to see who it was from.

From: Jeno My Love

01:03 AM: Are you ok? I know the storm must be scary for you I’m sorry I

can’t be there with you. :(

To: Jeno My Love

01:05 AM: Don’t be sorry. I need to learn to be more brave with this and not always count on you to be here. Why are you still up? Are you still rehearsing?

From: Jeno My Love

01:09 AM: We just finished our final rehearsal until our first day of the tour. I heard the storm outside and I knew you didn’t like thunderstorms and so I wanted to see if you were ok.

To: Jeno My Love 01:11 AM: I’ll be ok now that I heard from you <3

Then suddenly after she sent that text she received a FaceTime call and it was her love Jeno calling. As she picked it up she smiled to see a familiar smiling face on the other end. “How about I call you like this” he told her with a smile. His smile always made her heart skip a beat and she felt warm inside. “I really wish I could be there with you” he added. “I do too. But you’ve worked so hard for this, my fear of the storm shouldn’t stop you for living your dream.” She responded then added, “plus I’m a lot better now that I see your face.” They both smiled and continued to have a conversation that made her forget about the storm. Before they knew it the time flew and it was already 3 AM. They both needed to get their rest somehow.

“How about we stay like this until you fall asleep?” He told her as they both laid their heads on their pillows. With a small smile she responded “ok.” So as they laid there looking at each other through only what could be their phone, is the closest they could get to each other. A loud BOOM from the thunderstorm startled her and she cringed her eyes shut as she then heard, “hey I’m still here with you. It’s going to be ok.” Hearing him say that made her feel more and more relaxed as she drifted away to sleep. As he saw her drift to sleep with a soft whisper “goodnight my love” he hangs up the phone to get his rest as well.

It’s 07:15 AM and her alarms goes off to wake her up for a bigger day. Today was her the day she had to begin studying for her exam and today was the first day of their concert. It was still a little gloomy outside but the thunderstorm seemed to have passed. She went in the library where she met up with her friends Bri, Yuta and Doyoung to study together for their exams. As she got to the library Bri and her boyfriend Johnny was there. “Where’s Yuta & Doyoung?” Dee asked while unpacking her books. Bri then replied, “they should be here any minute” as I sat down I saw Bri eyeing down Johnny. “Um are you guys ok?” I asked her. She then looked at me and replied, “yes we are but there’s a leech next to me that won’t let me study” looking at Johnny as she said it. “Ok ok I get it I’ll leave” he responded then added, “sheesh you’re so grumpy when you have exams coming up”

He then felt a lil kick in the shin as it was from Bri to get him to shut up and leave. Johnny then got up and left saying goodbye to both girls. Just as he was leaving Yuta and Doyoung came. “Sorry we are late, music class was running late.” Yuta said as they both started to get settled down on the table to begin studying. “Dee the thunderstorm was pretty bad, were you ok last night?” Doyoung asked her, knowing she wasn’t a fan of thunderstorms ever since she was a kid. She then replies, “Yes I was ok. Jeno FaceTimed me to make sure I was ok and stayed on until I fell asleep” after she told her friends that you can hear a little gag noise come out of Bri’s mouth as she was disgusted by what she heard.

“Oh my god I wanna throw up” she said to them. “Oh shut up Bri, you and Johnny are just as bad” Yuta said as they all giggled. With a huff Bri got upset “ugh whatever can we just study please” so they all sat there in silence and began to study. Helping each other with anything that made them question a problem. As the day went by, the skies were still gloomy and drizzles came down here and there. She told herself just as long there was no thunder and lighting she’ll be fine. She wish she could’ve gone to their concert but it was too hard for her as she had finals coming up and was too far from the venue to be driving back and forth.

When she got home, she showered, ate and caught up on a few of her shows before she began to study a little bit more before bed. She looked at the time and knew the concert was about to start. She decided to send him a text message to cheer him on.

To: Jeno My Love 07:30PM: Good luck tonight my love! You and the guys will kill it tonight! I’ll be cheering for you here at home.

She knew she wouldn’t be able to get a reply as he was busy getting ready with hair, makeup and woredrobe. As she set her phone down she saw it light up, a text message from Jeno.

From: Jeno My Love 07:35PM: Thank you! I’ll work hard and think about you while being on stage. <3 How do I look?

She then also received a photo of him in his outfit for his first set. His hair slicked up like how she always liked it, wearing his outfit from their GO era which was always her favorite. All she could do was smile.

To: Jeno My Love 07:38PM: You look amazing like always. You’ll do great!

Finishing up their conversation with her sending a picture of her blowing a kiss. She then began to study as the night got later she ended up falling asleep with her head in her books. Her alarm went off again at 07:15AM to start another day. She woke up checking her phone to see a few texts from Bri.

From: Johnny’s other half 10:30PM: Bitch don’t forget to bring your chemistry notes you promised I could borrow them.

As she read her text with an eye roll she moved onto the next message which was from Jeno. She lit up and open to read what he had sent.

From: Jeno My Love 01:11AM: Thank you for that photo I had it on my mind all night. I just got back to the hotel and day one went well. I hope you slept well and just a few more days and we can see each other again.

As she finished up checking anything that was sent to her phone she got ready and left for school. When she stepped outside it began to rain, the rain still hasn’t gone away as the news reports said thunderstorms will form again sometime this week. She met up with her friends again, Bri being the first one she saw. “Where’s my notes Dee?” She said. Dee the replied with an eye roll, “good morning to you too” as she handed her the chemistry notes she had promised Bri. Then Doyoung came alone. Dee looked around and then asked , “Where’s Yuta?” Doyoung then replied, “He has his first exam today.” Yuta had one different class from us so his exam was a day earlier than ours.

Dee then looked up at the sky to see it get more and more gloomy. Thinking in her head I hope there’s no thunderstorm tonight. I just need to survive 2 more days. She checks her phone to see if she received anything from Jeno at all….nothing. With a sigh she went on with her day. As the night fell closer she did her usual night routine before studying. She knew Jeno must have been tired with all of this tour stuff she didn’t want to disturb him and didn’t text him.

The big day was finally here, her exams and the final day of the concert. She just had to get though the rest of the day and go home to relax because no more hardcore studying until the end of the year. That time came where she was ready to get exams over with already. As she got to her class Bri and Doyoung were already therend ready to go. They had 1 hour to finish their exams and they began silently. She sat there double checking her answers before she turned it in.

“OH MY GOD WE ARE FINALLY DONE WITH EXAMS!” Doyoung said as he stretched and gave his 2 friends Dee and Bri a hug. “Shall we celebrate?” He then added. Bri then looked at him and said “You’re paying” with a laugh Doyoung agreed to it and they looked at Dee.”You coming?” Bri asked as she added, “You year dhim, Doyoung is paying” she politely declined as she was tired from studying and just wanted to go home. Doyoung then added, “oh yeah it’s the last day of the tour. You get to see him” Dee then responded with a soft smile, “yes he does finish but I won’t be able to see him until tomorrow”

As she got home to relax. She showered, ate and once again caught up with some of her shows as she drifted off to sleep. Dee was then woken up with a loud BANG and a bright light. She looked outside to see a thunderstorm had began once again, but seemed worse than before. She looked at her phone to see what time it was, the clock on her phone read 02:45AM. She thought in her head the concert was long finished, even though she knew he might have been sleeping she was way to scared to go back to sleep.

So she tried to call Jeno to see if he could calm her down. All she got was straight to voicemail. She then tried a couple more times and all went straight to voicemail. Another loud bang and bright light lit up the room as she screamed. She couldn’t handle it as she began to cry, then the power goes out as the thunderstorm caused the power outage. Dee didn’t know what to do other than try her best to stay calm. She lit some candles her friends gave her as a bday present awhile back.

She sat on the floor near the candles as she tried to call her friends to see if they could come over. But with the power outage she couldn’t get through. Once another bang went off as she curled up into a ball while crying and covering her ears. She was so scared and tried her best to cover her ears from hearing the thunder she didn’t know her door had opened and closed. She then felt someone tap her arm as she jumped and screamed in tears she sees Jeno standing in front of her. “Hey hey it’s just me it’s ok!” He said to her dropping his things to grab her.

When she realized it was Jeno she couldn’t help but let out more tears as she was happy to see him and she was still frighted from the storm. “What are you doing here” she said while in tears, then added “I thought you weren’t going to be home until tomorrow” He then looked at her whipping the tears away from her eyes, “My manager knew you didn’t like thunderstorms and offered to drop me off here so you wouldn’t be alone” she sat there shaking as he helped her up back on the couch.

“Are you ok?” He asked her while setting his things down. She sat there and nodded slowly that she was now ok since he was there. Then another loud bang went off as she jumped into his arms. He held her tight letting her know she was safe with him. She sat there in his arms as she slowly began to calm down. With the sound of his voice, the warmth of his hugs and the beat of his heart calmed her as she knew she was always safe. He then kissed her on the top of her head as she hugged him tighter and tighter. He threw the blanket that was sitting on the couch on top of the both of them as she looked at him with a smile. He smiled back and kissed her on the lips. As the night fell darker they stayed like that and slowly fell asleep in each other’s arms.

#NCT #NCT DREAM #NCT JENO #NCTJENO #JENO NCT #JENONCT #JENO FAN FIC #JENO FANFIC #NCT FANFIC #NCT FAN FIC #LEE JENO #JENO LEE

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luvrgirl555 · 6 years ago

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i hate (Roger Taylor x Reader) (10 things) part two

hey, sisters welcome to part two. let me know if you like it or maybe even want to be tagged? this could be up to four parts. i love receiving comments and asks it makes my heart so happy!! happy reading and happy listening to my favorite rockstars. imagine whichever roger you like.

fluff

1.1k+ words

warnings: none really

editing: kinda

I hate your big dumb combat boots

“dear god, roger, those are insufferable,” you laughed as he pulled on his shoes.

“i have to make a good impression, i’m going on a date with a pretty girl tonight,” he said as his eyes trailed your body.

your light blue dress hugged your body so well that he wanted to melt.

“well maybe not those. those are god-awful,” you rolled your eyes.

his brown and black combat boots with an obnoxious design made you laugh as he exclaimed, “these were a good 400 pounds, y/n!”

“stop wasting your money on ugly clothes and take me out,” you whispered as he pulled you close for a hug.

his hands trailed down your body and stopped at your bum, “or we could-?” he started and you pulled away.

“later, loverboy,” you teased and pecked his lips playfully, “but you won’t get anything unless you change your shoes.”

And the way you read my mind

ever since your car had broken down roger had been giving you a ride to and from work.

today had been a particularly awful day, old men constantly swatting at your skirt like children and your boss being an insufferable asshole, as usual.

all you wanted to do was go home and cry, but since your roommate had been bringing boys over every night you could never have the luxury of privacy.

when roger drove up you could tell he’d been at the studio all day. he smelled of cigarettes and was listening to the radio on high volume. you huffed before getting in the car and sighing. head in your hands.

“you alright, love?” he turned down the music. “well, what a dumb question for me to ask, huh? obviously not.”

he was basically just talking to himself and before he moved the car he took off his jacket to give to you. he’d done that the past few nights, as winter was approaching and he knew you had a habit of forgetting your sweater.

“boss again?” he asked quietly and you looked up to him. your eyes teary.

“how did you know?” you asked, trying to hold back tears.

“luck, i guess,” he tried to laugh but you just stared, your lower lip protruding and eyes getting low.

“oh, darling, please don’t cry,” he said sweetly and reached over to grab your hands gently. tears rolled down your face freely as you hiccuped softly. “dear god, freddie always said i was shit when girls cry.”

your eyes met his and he wiped the tears from your cheeks, “you’re doing okay,” you whispered.

“stay with me tonight?” he asked.

“how do you always know, rog?”

I hate the way you're always right

“we didn’t do anything! we were just talking!” you yelled frustratedly as roger sat on the couch, still fuming angry.

“he wanted to get in your pants and you know it!” he tried to contain his temper.

“so, you’re the only man i’m allowed to talk to, is it? you constantly have girls on your arm and i say nothing because i thought that all we were was nothing!” you closed your eyes.

his jaw clenched and heart broke.

“i want to be more,” he finally exclaimed.

“you? roger meaddows taylor? roger ‘i have commitment issues’ taylor wants to be more than my fuckbuddy?” your eyes were staring daggers into his.

“don’t you want that too?” he asked softly.

you just looked at him before bring your hands to head.

“y-yes. i do. i just never thought you did. god, i hate how much you know me,” you looked at the ground.

he pulled you onto him on the sofa.

“i want to know everything about you,” he whispered, the hair on your neck stood up.

you turn and straddle him so each of your legs is on a side of him. he places his hands on your thighs.

“i want to know you too,” you whisper getting closer to his mouth.

“so, you’ll be mine?”

he voice was small. he was scared.

“yes, dear,” you melted into his frame as he held you close. “i’d want nothing more.”

I hate it when you lie

for three weeks roger had been lying about something. you knew it. you could feel it in your heart. the late nights were “band practice,” like he’d said a hundred times before.

ever since you’d gotten together you unofficially lived together. you were always at his place and had almost moved everything over from your flat downtown.

you felt you had no place to question him, and maybe if you said something he wouldn’t let you live with him anymore.

you loved waking up next to him every morning with no clothes on. you loved the way he gave you morning kisses. you loved the way his eyes looked at you like you were stars in the sky.

but one night he came home and you turned to look at the clock next to his bed. his bed.

it was 1:47 am and he tried to be as quiet as possible. you just kept lying under the covers as he snuck into the room.

you heard him strip down to his boxers and sigh before getting in bed beside you.

you sniffled before letting tears roll down your face. he quickly turned to you.

“y/n?” he asked softly.

you didn’t understand. he didn’t smell like other women. he didn’t reek of booze. he didn’t have hickeys from anyone else besides you.

“love, are you okay? are you sick?” he seemed genuinely worried.

“rog, i-i need to talk to you. just, please don’t lie?” you tried to keep your breathing steady.

“i would never-” he started. “y/n what is this about?”

“why are you gone all the time? and don’t say band rehersals. i asked veronica. she said john is home every night,” you sniffled while stared into your eyes sadly.

he pulled you close to his chest. “i’m so sorry, shall i ruin the surprise?” he asked quietly.

you lied there in his arms, your eyes making his chest wet with tears.

“what surprise?” you asked finally.

“well that means i did a good job hiding it then,” he laughed and looked at you softly. “i got us a flat. a bigger one. so we can live together. permanently.”

you looked up at him in bed as his face broke out into a smile.

“me and bri have been moving stuff there the past few weeks after rehearsals. freddie chose all the decor. even john helped out some days, but of course we already know he has veronica to go home to,” he teased. “now can you stop crying?” he asked.

you laughed softly before replying with a deep kiss.

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walking-true-to-style · 6 years ago

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Snow Days || B.M.

Pairing: Uni! Brian May x Reader

Warnings: Nothing but fluff

Words: Around 1.7K

Gender: unspecified

Synopsis: School was cancelled today, and Brian didn’t want you to waste it inside.

Light poors into your window, causing you to wake up earlier than you wished. You received an announcement that class would be cancelled today. Thank goodness. You were not at all looking forward to your labs today.

You roll over in bed and try to just go back go sleep to catch up on hours missed from doing work the night before. You definitely wanted to use this day to relax and not worry about the upcoming midterm. As you are about to finally fall back asleep, you receive a not-so-welcome knock on your door. You cover your face with a pillow in hopes that whoever is knocking will just go away.

Knock knock knock.

You groan, stretch, and get out of bed. Obviously whoever it is was not going to let you have your beauty rest. You make your way the door, letting out a big yawn in the process.

“Who is it?” You ask, trying to shake the sleep from your voice.

“It’s Brian. The snow is beautiful outside. You should come out.” the soft and familiar voice speaks through the door. Your demeanor brightens at the sound of your best friend. You open the door and let him in.

“Sorry if I woke you...”

“No, no. It’s okay. Once I have my morning tea, I’ll be golden. Did you want any?” You ask, trying to smooth out your hair. The bed head is real.

He nods with a light smile. You turn on the pot of water and start to get ready, brushing your hair out, getting dressed and doing everything in your normal routine.

Right as you finish, the kettle begins screaming. You take it off the heater and poor it into the mugs on your desk.

You sit and enjoy tea with Brian, exchanging a conversation about the weather. Once finished you throw on your extra layers and head out.

_____

You were planning to just spend the day inside, taking a me-day the one time school allows you to, but you’re sure glad Brian dragged you out of your “lair”. You gasp at the sight of the wonderland that has overtaken your university. Icicles are hanging from buildings, the roads and sidewalk are nowhere to be seen, just blankets of white powder. Several other students were enjoying sledding, snowman building, and snowball fights. Some are even attempting to snowboard down a flat hill. You laugh, pointing it out to Brian.

“I don’t think that’s going to work.” You jest while shoving your hands in your pockets.

“Perhaps not, but you do have to give them credit for trying.” Brian replies

You are so preoccupied with watching this guy hopping with his snowboard attached, trying desperately to go down this flat hill that you fail to notice Brian looking at you with admiration.

As you and Brian are walking to the mess hall to get breakfast, a mischievous gleam in your eye appears. You hang back for a moment as Brian talks on about something his roommate, Roger, had done the night before. Something about how he brought home a girl, mistook her for another.... you aren’t exactly paying attention. You are more focused on your evil plan.

“Hey, Bri?” You say in a sing-song tone.

“Yes, lo-“ before he turns around fully, you hurl the snow mound at him. He flinches and freezes for a moment. Snow sticks to his hair and coat. You worry for a moment that he is mad, but he starts giggling uncontrollably. He shakes off the access ice, best he can, but the pesky ice crystals are stubborn.

“Well, two can play at that game, love!” Brian snorts at you. He gains the same glint in his eye as when he’s thought of a brand new song. It’s one of your favorite looks. For a moment, that’s all you can think about-

You don’t have much time to take in his features whilst he bends down to pack a few snowballs and chucks them at you. You try to run, but they hit you square in the back. You shriek as you feel the cold wetness of the ice hit your neck and travel down your spine. You shiver as it slithers down. Revenge time.

“Oh, you are ON, Isaac Newton!” you yell.

“Bring it, (y/n)!” Brian shouts back.

You both get to finding shelter behind snowbanks and making as many snowballs as you can, pelting one another as much as you can. You shake the cold off and get ready to hurl another snowball. However, you notice his tall figure is no longer behind his shelter. Instead, he is clumsily running at you, arms filled with soft, powdery snowballs and throws them as hard as he can. He continuously slips around and you can’t help but laugh hysterically. You get up and run again, giggling and shrieking all the way. In spite of his sliding, Brian manages to catch up to you and picks you up, spinning you around and then plopping you into a snowbank.

“Hey! No fair!” You laugh, getting up and brushing off the ice. Brian laughs and offers a hand.

“I think I’ve won, wouldn’t you say, love?” he says and offers a hand.

“I suppose....”You take his hand and, instead of getting up, you pull him into the bank. “...NOT” Brian lands on top of you with an “oof!” He wraps you in a bear hug giggling like a school boy and attempts to get up. As he straightens out his arm, Brian’s face is just inches from yours. You could feel his hot breath fanning in white steam smelling of your morning tea and mint onto your face. There is a moment of silence after the giggling dies as your eyes lock. You avert your gaze to something down and to the side, feeling rather warm all of a sudden.

“Sorry, I....” you start, particularly flushed.

“No, it’s uhm... it’s quite alright.”

Whether it’s from the cold or from the close proximity of your faces, you aren’t sure, but both your cheeks grow even rosier than before. He licks his lips and your eyes shift back to them. You never realized how nice they look. You find yourself wanting to know what it feels like to have his lips on yours. Without thinking, you close the space between you two and place a tender kiss on his lips. He tenses up, but eventually melts into it. There are a few whoops and hollers from on-passing students, but you drown them out. It feels as if you and Brian are the only two in the world.

The kiss is slightly cold given the temperature outside, but it makes your body heat up immediately. Your eyes flutter shut as Brian places a gloved hand on your cheek...

Quickly, you pull back and stare at him wide-eyed, realizing what you just did. His lids are half-closed, still taking in the moment.

“Sorry, I uh, I don’t know what came over me.” you ramble, just as you usually do.

He cuts you off by saying, “I don’t know why you stopped.”

“W-what?”

He chuckles lightly and stands up, brushing the snow off him before offering you a hand for the second time. This time, you actually get up. You brush off the snow and bring yourself to look up at him. His eyes twinkle under his now messy poodle hair.

“I mean, I was enjoying it.” He states rather sheepishly.

I’ve uhm.... I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now. I just didn’t think you had any interest in me. I was planning on asking you to go steady over breakfast, but... well, here we are.” he looks down at the ground with a smile on his face.

“Well,” you adjust your scarf and shrug. “I’m definitely interested now.”

“I’m delighted to hear it, (y/n). How ‘bout we get something to eat now, eh?” Brian raises his brows at you, and sticks out his hand, meaning for you to take it. At the first mention of food, your stomach whines at you. Obviously Brian hears it, too.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he teases, bringing out an arm. You nod, embarrassed and press yourself to him, his arm snaking around your shoulders.

“Well then, shall we?” He flashes you a breathtaking smile- full of love and childish glee. Off you go then with your newfound love.

_____

Epilogue

“What’s all this about?” A blue-eyed boy, cocks a brow at the sight of you and Brian giggling and holding hands as you sit at the table. The other person, Tim, your mutual friend, at the table just sits back with an amused smile on his face and crosses his arms.

“Well, Rog, Tim. You know (y/n) and I have been best friends for some time.”

“Yeah...?” They both say in near unison.

“You finally decide to grow a bloody pair and ask (y/n) out then?” Tim snorts.

“Well, actually, I made the first move.” You butt in jokingly, looking up and Brian. He looks at you lovingly and turns back to the other two.

“Ah, well that bloody well figures!” Roger says. “Glad you two finally got together. Tim, I think that means you owe me about 10 quid.”

“10 quid?” You ask.

“Well,” Tim starts sheepishly “we had a bet on who would make the first move. I said Brian would-“

“And I said he was too much of a chicken to do it!” Roger interrupts, a childish gleam in his eye. “That means I won!”

“You bet on us?” Brian scowls, though, he can’t say he would expect anything more of his band mates.

“Well, of course we did. Does this surprise you at all?” Roger giggles as he places the money Tim had fished out into his coat pocket.

“Not in the slightest.” Brian says flatly. “I’m going to go get some food. (Y/n), love, care to join?” He stands up.

“Sure, Bri.” You smile. As you and Brian walk off again in search of something at one of the stalls, Tim and Roger mock gagging at you two clinging to one another.

A/N: this is our second snow day in a row so I got inspired.

#brian may #brian may x reader #brian x reader #brian may x oc #brian may x you #queen #queen insert #reader inserts #queen x reader #roger taylor #roger taylor x oc #roger taylor x you #roger taylor x reader #gwilym lee #gwilym lee!brian may #gwilym lee x reader #ben hardy #ben hardy x reader

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