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onyourzeus · 4 years ago

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12:15 am | kyh

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title: 12:15am pairing: kang younghyun (youngk of day6) & you genre: fluff, small caps words: 2.4k

author’s note: extra fic for tonight, just all around fluffy bf!yonk getting a call from his drunk s/o in the middle of the night. do enjoy.

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

younghyun loves the grind. but if there’s anything else that he looks forward to during a hard and long day of working, it’s the feeling of coming home once he’s done. he makes sure to take off his shoes with as less noise as possible, knowing the fact that his roommates slash bandmates are enjoying their sleeping hours of peace and solitude.

with just a loose shirt and boxers on, he finally feels less restricted and more comfortable in his own skin. the urge to clean himself of sweat, and polluted air that had clung on him with a nice, hot shower is tempting— but the exhaustion in his heavy shoulders and drooping eyelids convince him otherwise.

he’ll hate himself for dirtying his sheets, but tomorrow is sunday which means it’s time to do his laundry, anyway.

tossing his used clothes in the hamper, he prepares his body to get swallowed by the softness of his comforter, and the warm void of his thick blankets. of course, before he passes out entirely tonight, he doesn’t forget to send you a text. the one important thing he shouldn’t miss out on.

really tired. gonna crash in 2 seconds. text you tmr, love you

usually, younghyun would wait until you respond because the many heart emojis that come his way act as his goodnight kiss while the two of you are apart. besides, you normally reply in an instant which is a habit he’s worried about, really, since you need some rest too.

he tries to fight the sleepiness away from his senses, but the more he sits on his bed, back hunched and ready to collapse, the less energy he has left to wait for your message. he frowns, suddenly wondering about your whereabouts. you always tell him first hand if you’re too busy to check your phone throughout the day, and younghyun appreciates the thoughtfulness. even if he couldn’t reply “okay” right away, the two of you have a shared sense of understanding as to how your kind of long distance relationship works by now.

sighing, he eventually puts his phone on the bedside table and plops himself in the covers. it feels really, really good to be in his own personal space now, and younghyun thinks he deserves to rest longer than normal tonight; it was a pretty productive day in the studio. he finished another collab with an artist he’s been meaning to contact for months, and he was glad it came to fruition with great success. he also managed to write a few arrangements for the band’s upcoming album, even if the group decided it was too early to work on it yet.

younghyun believes it’s never too early as long as inspiration is present. if he didn’t so much as write down possible lyrics or harmonies on a piece of paper every day, he’d slowly feel his motivation being sucked out of him. if he was being honest, that was one of his worst fears as an artist, so every day is work for him, it just depends on how much he wants to get done in a day.

as his thoughts fizzle out in his mind, his consciousness brings him to dreamland until a constant vibrating noise disrupts him from his end table. younghyun is about to pull the sheets over his head, thinking nothing of the sound but an annoying notification from something unimportant— but then he remembers you.

with his second guess being right, younghyun has a twinge of guilt in his throat for believing you were not worth it to get up from the coziness of his bed. rubbing his eyes to seem more awake, he picks up the call and greet you in a whisper.

“hi, baby, what’s up?” younghyun says, voice low and hoarse from multiple recordings in the studio.

“cheese,” you mumble on the other end, voice rather solid and awake which causes younghyun to perk up a bit.

“what was that?”

“cheeeeese, brian,” you slur, elongating the repeated word as well as saying it in a higher pitch. immediately, younghyun senses the somewhat incoherent mumble in your nevertheless pretty voice, and judging from the fact you unironically called him by his english name, there was only one explanation: you’re drunk.

he finds himself smiling as he answers, “are you home, babe?” he wasn’t angry about you drinking, he does remember you telling him a few days ago that you might go out with friends but you weren’t sure when. maybe tonight was the night and you just forgot to remind him; no big deal.

“i think so?” you hiccup, followed by a soft chuckle. younghyun’s heart soars at the sound, and it pains him at the same time that he couldn’t be there to hold and take care of you. he leans against the headboard, making himself more comfortable as he listens to you ramble on.

“all i know is that— burp— it was wendy’s birthday… or was it her cousin? cause she was there too, and i never met her before and— oh my god, i don’t even remember her name i’m such a bad new friend— whatever, anyway, it was someone’s celebration and we bar hopped to a lot of places and it became really sweaty and loud and at one point i had a flamingo shot in my hand and and—”

“hold up, flamingo? you mean flaming?” younghyun interjects, chuckling at your jumbled up story. he imagines you shaking your head as you whine at him for interrupting you. “no, nooooo. it was red and fiery and there was a lot of smoke and i’m sure it represented the beautiful, long-legged bird called flemings.”

this time, younghyun couldn’t stop himself from choking out a laugh, and in turn you huff from the other end, and refuse to continue further.

“i’m sorry, go on. please, i’m interested with what happened after you took this mysterious shot that starts with an f.”

“are you sure you won’t laugh?” he hears you quip in a tiny, slurring voice, and it his chest tightens at the thought of making you go through this drunken state alone. younghyun cards through his hair in frustration towards himself, realizing how much he misses you in the moment. he doesn’t want you to stop talking, god if he can only see your lips move in person—

“i promise, babe. so, what happened next?”

“if you say so,” you mutter indignantly, but proceed with the story even though you’re unsure of where it’s going. “um, actually. that was it. i think i took everyone’s flamingo shots in their hands and next thing i remember, wendy or her cousin or whoever it was tucked me in bed and now i’m in the kitchen eating cheese.”

the string of words you had uttered made younghyun feel three emotions in succession: one, impressed that you were able to down more than one shot while he’s not there to monitor you; two, relieved that you confirmed your safety inside your apartment; and three, plain confusion as to why you didn’t stay in bed and instead, eating what you say is cheese while on the call with him.

“can we turn on the videocall?” he asks gently, and you hesitate.

“i don’t look cute right now…”

“you’re always cute. please?” he tries to sound convincing, knowing that you do get insecure when your face is flushed red from the alcohol. even still, he doesn’t tire from complimenting you otherwise.

“okay,” you relent, and younghyun’s heart skips a beat anticipating the sight of you on his phone. he turns on his camera, and he’s appalled at what he sees: daar under eyes, no make up on, and a face that describes weariness to a T. in this case, it should be him who feels insecure looking the way he is, but he’d take the risk if it meant seeing your face.

“hello? is this thing on??” after a few seconds of lag, your screen cleared up and younghyun watches you poke the camera repeatedly. “bri, it’s so dark in here am i even alive right now?”

you never fail to lift his mood up during an exhausting day of activities— as your schedules collide against each other, and there would be less time for moments like right now, younghyun only asks for a few texts sent his way as reassurance that you’re still with him. you always comply, and sometimes younghyun doesn’t get to uphold his side of the commitment during the rare days that he just want to shut off the world.

still, he’ll wake up from a text with your name on it, and the hearts he missed the night before. and he feels whole, and ready to take on the world again.

so this time, younghyun wants to make you feel heard— and seen, as these days work seems to occupy more of his time and burden him with the pressure of exceeding his own expectations. you don’t like seeing him worry about how he’s doing in the industry, so younghyun does his best to appear cheerful and curious in front of you— or his phone, at least.

“yes, you’re very much alive right now, babe. are you really eating cheese at this hour?” he shouldn’t have asked. it was obvious the thing in your hand was, in fact, string cheese being eaten in the most ungodly fashion, but it’s you— and younghyun would rather watch you bite into it, cringing inwardly, instead of passing out with another day longing for your presence.

“let’s eat cheese together,” you suggest, shoving the half-bitten string cheese into the center of the camera as if it was a mic being handed over to younghyun. “do you want to eat cheese with me, bri?” you ask again, tone small but hopeful. you put your hand down, and younghyun finally has a full view of your face.

you had taken your makeup off, judging from the bare skin and slightly smeared lipstick on the side of your lips. your hair was splayed out down your shoulders, a combination of curly and straight strands framing your beautiful face. he surmises you used a curling iron this morning, imagining the frustration on your facial features as you try to make it work.

“briannnn, cheese?”

younghyun focuses on the present, and he notices the glimmer in your eyes amidst the only light coming on your end was his screen’s brightness. he shakes his head slowly which causes you to pout.

“no thank you, baby, you can have it all.”

“but i saved some for you, right here. you get the other half. just like you’re my other half. hehe, get it?”

“yes, baby, that’s very sweet and clever of you.”

“you should hire me as your lyrics… manager. maker? lyrics person? lyricist!” you grin widely after figuring out the right term, and take another bite off the string cheese.

“i think you’re doing a great job at being my girlfriend, though,” younghyun tells you, and it takes a few seconds for those words to process until he hears the eventual whine, and covering of your face with your free hand.

“babe.” no response.

“baaabe.” you mumble something he couldn’t hear. younghyun takes in how adorable you are, and doesn’t pester you for a minute. this bothers you, apparently, as you peek through your fingers and catch him doing one of his silly faces that corners you to laugh abruptly.

“not fair!! you know that works every time,” you whine in defeat, and younghyun can only smile proudly in response.

“you know,” you start off, and younghyun prepares himself for another stream of consciousness on your end before you continue, “even if we’re far away from each other, and that we can’t eat cheese together, you’re still the best boyfriend in the entire galaxy.”

if there’s anything else that younghyun loves apart from the feeling of coming home after work, it’s the feeling of being loved by you.

he waits for you to finish your string cheese, and you argue that you’d like to eat another one. but it was getting late, and younghyun didn’t want to look even more tired on call, so he urges that you two fall asleep while the call goes on.

as he wiggles back inside the covers, he watches you struggle to get your whole body in the comfort of your blanket. his hand holds on the phone as he readies himself to sleep sideways.

“stupid blanket,” you mutter in annoyance, deciding to take one leg out of the warm sheets and at last, feel content on your bed.”that’s better,” you sigh, eyes falling asleep before younghyun.

“comfortable?”

“not really.”

“oh, why not?” younghyun asks.

“you’re not here beside me.” and your answer breaks his heart.

younghyun is pretty good at consoling you with his words at times when you need it, but you beat him to it this time.

“it’s okay though, younghyun, i can get by like this for now. i know—” you yawn in between, “you’re working super hard for the next comeback— actually, you work no matter what project you’re doing, babe. you’re insane, i hope you know that.”

it was younghyun’s turn to blush, and hide his face in the pillow. the drowsiness is making him soft, and weak from denying the truth in your words. he can definitely agree with a lot of people in his life that he needs to take it slow some days. and when it comes from you, he then knows to take that advice seriously.

“i do know that, baby.”

“it’s not bad, though!!” you object, zooming in to your eyes as if to let him know you’re saying it as a good thing. younghyun chuckles again, lifting his face up so he can witness your goofy antics once more.

“i think it’s… really badass. you go younghyun,” you yawn again, dropping the phone as sleep attempts to befall upon you. “sorry, my hand was getting numb.”

“that’s okay, go to sleep now.”

“no, you.”

“that’s literally what we’re trying to do, babe.”

he hears you snicker, and with that he felt it was okay to lay his phone next to him, too. he probably wouldn’t see your face in the morning on the call anymore as his phone wasn’t fully charged at all. however, as he hears you quietly snoring on the other end gives him a sense of security, and the status of his dead phone battery doesn’t matter so much for now.

“i love you,” he whispers into the night, eyes closing in, smile taking him to dreams where he can hold you tight.

“love you more, younghyun.”

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maggiecheungs · 4 years ago

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2020 ~everything~ wrap

i finally have time to do all of the tag games that people have tagged me in over the past month or so! i cannot for the life of me remember who tagged me in which one, so i’m just putting ~everything~ in one huge post. if i tag you anywhere then consider it a standing invitation to do whichever of these you haven’t done :) in fact, this is me issuing a standing invite to any of my followers who wants to do it :) also, thank you all!

Creator Wrap: Favourite Works

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

this collection of philosophy quotes paired with thai bl series, (and its sequel) which is possibly my favourite thing i’ve ever made. for, uh, nerd reasons.

these gifted text post memes i made still make me laugh sometimes

this fic about green from 2gether, which i wrote in the notes app on my phone and published the same day. not my absolute best writing but i am very fond of it <3

i have a bunch fof friend zone dangerous area edits/shitposts which i like, but i’m particularly fond of my fzda as satire headlines (which now has a sequel!)

i also love my crisgood-walmart-lesbian post. i might send it in to gmmtv to try and convince them to do a crisgood-bffs spin-off

+ bonus: since i wrote this list i made this gifset (my first ever!) of jennie panhan in the shipper and i love her too much not to include her on here

+ extra nerdy bonus: this niche meme about Chinese philosophy, which still makes me crack up whenever I think about it

Favourite Creators/Follow Forever

i’ve completely lost track of who’s following who from which blog, so this is just going to be a haphazard, non-exhaustive list of people who i adore/admire/am vaguely intimidated by, mutuality be damned. maybe we talk all the time! maybe we’ve never interacted! maybe i am constantly there in ur tags... lurking... 👀... but if you’re on this list you have made me smile at least once this year and i love you for that alone <3

@wjmild kylie!! you make gifs of arm & tay & lee (separately or in various combinations) & the shipper & and kapook & random fluke pusit cameos & school rangers so i don’t have to <3 ilysm

@janeramida vianey, you have such impeccable taste in general, but your sizzy gifset in particular is so gorgeous it lives in my mind rent free

@applelapis bri, this post was a callout and i want you to know that it haunts me at night as i lie awake staring at the ceiling :((((( i hope you are happy

@gigiesarocha cata, i love it when you show up on my dash bc you have!! such taste!! also, every time you gif gigie i gain five years of life <3 pls continue doing the Good Work

@pvrrish eleni, i remeber legit thinking that this was an official poster when i first saw it, it’s so beautiful

@ahysopae juliette your khaithird fic is so good and it literally changed the way i think about khai (not an easy feat)

@kurosawadachi angel, whenever i think about grace’s speech i remember your gifset and get literal chills

@doctorbahnjit alexa, you have no right to be as funny as you are. your friend zone edits give me life

@khaotungthanawat sam, you’re probably sick of getting tagged in these lists by random strangers, but i just had to bc your gifsets are Pure Art

@tanwirapong roa, all your gifsets are so ✨iconic✨

faiza @asianmelodrama and rahul @petekaos! yours were the first two thai drama blogs i followed and for ages i lowkey thought of you as my fandom parents.

and some more blogs that make me happy: @curlykytta / @lee-thanat / @fck-inspector-m / @pangwave / @tichawongtipkanon / @tawanv @kimmonv (violet istg i have spent more time this year trying to figure out how many blogs you have than i have spent admiring your gifsets. & i spend a lot of time admiring your gifsets) / @taytawan / @1akorn and @yihwas (and your radiant lovechild @lakornladies ofc) / @teh-ohaew / @vihokratanas (mel your gifsets are just so gorgeous) / @tootiredtoosadtooangry / @headcompletelyempty / @demiromanticmickey / and there are definitely more but my brain is a sieve so apologies if i’ve forgotten anyone!! i love you all!!

2020 HIGHLIGHTS ✨

rules: list your top 10 shows (bl or not) you watched in 2020 (doesn’t necessarily have to be shows that came out in 2020 though!)

1. 2GETHER & STILL2GETHER

my first thai drama, and even after all the amazing shows i’ve watched this year, it still has a special place in my heart. watching 2gether was the first time i’d ever seen a queer romcom that just... was. for me, by the simple fact of its being, 2gether was revolutionary. and then still2gether came along and took all the best things about the first season and gave us something beautiful and quiet and lovely and just proved to me, once and for all, that queer happiness doesn’t need to justify its own existence. there can be gay cuddles on the beach for no other reason than that we want them.

2. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

i don’t really have the words for this one but. it makes my heart so very soft.

3. FRIEND ZONE 2: DANGEROUS AREA

season one was mindless fun because everyone was an absolute trashfire and it was hella cathartic to watch, but season 2... wow. i love it for so many reasons: it has messy and authentic queer rep; the characterisation is excellent and i somehow care about all of the characters; amazing women taking centre stage(!); a wlw relationship with lesbian, ace and bipolar rep; multiple interesting plotlines; actual character development; arm weerayut as a chaos gremlin... absolutely one of my favourites of 2020.

4. CHERRY MAGIC

i don’t think i need to explain this one, which is fortunate, because i have no idea how exactly i’d describe the happy-warm-fuzzy-queer-seen-loving-affirmed-profound feeling that rises in my chest whenever i think about it.

5. THE GIFTED: GRADUATION

confession: i liked season 2 more than season 1 (with the exception of the ending, which we don’t talk about). season 1 was enjoyable and interesting, but for me it was season 2 which made me love this series. it did some incredibly interesting and complicated things (even if it didn’t quite nail the landing): it pushed characters to the breaking point and wove so many layers into the story and questioned its own underlying themes. plus, watching it alongside everyone in the fandom made it 200% better. i love all of you and i love this show. egg girl 5eva.

6. THE SHIPPER

i 100% understand why so many people didn’t like this show, or found it problematic, but through some fluke it absolutely worked for me (even the ending). one day i will write an essay explaining my rationale, but for now i’ll just say that it’s one of my favourite shows about adolescence and queerness and identity and compassion and friendship and love that i’ve ever watched.

7. YYY

this series is absolutely off its rocker, and it somehow managed to be one of the most affirming shows i’ve watched. it shouldn’t have worked by it did, and i love it so much.

8. 3 WILL BE FREE

absolutely iconic. amazing plot, stunning visuals, great characters, canon polyamory, jennie being incredible... what a series.

9. MANNER OF DEATH

i love the fact that this show exists; i love the mix of crime and romance; i love maxtul’s acting; i love the central relationship; i love bun. i know we’re not even halfway through yet, but this show is doing something special and i’m so grateful that i get to watch it unfold in real time.

10. CHIHAYAFURU (SEASON 3)

odd one out on my list, but I had to include it. chihayafuru is my all-time favourite anime and it finally got a third season, which is somehow even better than the first two. mashima taichi is one of my favourite characters of all time and his storyline hits me on such a profound level. plus, in the years since i first say this show i’ve fallen in love with classical japanese literature (particularly heian poetry) so i had newfound appreciation for the karuta matches (aka i cried every time someone recited one of my favourite poems)

other favourites: together with me, he’s coming to me, sotus and sotus s, my dear loser: edge of 17, why r u, theory of love, wake up chanee!, gameboys, pearl next door, uta koi (anime), three kingdoms (2010), blood and water (netflix). (itsay would almost certainly be on my list if i’d had time to watch it. same with dark blue kiss, which i had to pause so i could do my assignments)

Final Thoughts

well, it’s been... a year (i don’t think anyone needs a reminder of the details) but writing this post has reminded me of all the amazing shows and people I discovered over the course of it.

thank you to everyone for being so lovely and creative and funny and quirky and kind and passionate. you’re all incredibly awesome people and i wish all of you the very best xx

#tag game #I think I was first tagged in one of these like three weeks ago? but I’ve been super busy #happy new year everyone #ellis talks #also I tried to keep this as short as possible bc otherwise I could have gushed for hours about you all #and this post is long enough already #but if any of you are in a low mood or want the unabridged version of my praise then message me & I’ll compliment you profusely to your face #:)

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sincerelyreidburke · 4 years ago

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ooh also 4 for Bri and Reid because I love them

Friends! Romans! Countrymen! ARE YOU READY for some good shit?!?! I say this because this is my very first time writing Reid/Bri! I mean, they’ve been in the background a few times in drama club stuff, but I’ve never actually gotten to focus on them. Toby enables me, because xe loves me.

“Who’s Bri?” Reid’s girlfriend!

In today’s episode of prompts, you will get a glimpse into Reid’s post-graduation life! If you want to read more about what’s in store for him after Kiersey, you can check out this post. And even this one, too, if you’d like.

Here, you’ll see a Reid two years removed from graduation and a little down on his luck. You also finally get to see inside his brain. *Slaps hood of Reid Burke* This bad boy can fit so much mental illness in him.

From this list of sappy prompts, which I am still accepting and filling as we speak!

4. “Shut up and kiss me.”

two years after (reid's) graduation | may

Reid considers himself spectacularly efficient when it comes to fucking things up.

He knows this. Has always known it. He figures it’s a good thing to be self-aware, at least. He’s probably one of the more self-aware human beings to ever have a conscience, come to think of it, given the amount of time he spends policing his own every action. But still. There has to be some benefit in being so well aware of your own flaws that you can constantly predict your fuck-ups before they even happen. It’s like damage control when the damage hasn’t even set in.

Anyway. Reid knows he’s good at fucking up. But if there’s one thing he would really prefer not to fuck up, it’s Bri’s birthday.

Easier said than done.

When midnight strikes on the day she’s turning 24, he’s not even home, which is the first reason he feels guilty and useless. He’s at work, apron around his waist, tie done up too tight, sneaking glances at the clock across the room in between customers and refills. He wishes he had his phone on him, as the minute hand lines up with the second hand at the 12. He could at least text her. He could make up for the fact that he’s not there in person, to ring in the first moments of the day. But his phone is in the back, in his locker, because this is the best-paying place he works at, and he doesn’t want to risk his employment by getting caught with a phone by his manager. Or worse, a nosy customer, who will subsequently rat him out to his manager, and, well— yeah. Not to mention the fact that it’s usually so fast-paced in the bar that there’s no time to check your phone anyway.

The point is. He wishes he could text Bri. But he can’t. It’s probably for the best. She’s probably not even awake. It would actually be bad if she were awake. A healthy sleep schedule is something she deserves.

Actually, she deserves a lot. The entire world. A lot more than Reid has ever been able to give her, and there isn’t a day that goes by when his brain fails to remind him of that particular fuckup in his life thus far. But tonight, he shouldn’t think in huge terms. Tonight, he should just worry about her birthday.

Man, he wishes he were home in bed.

The strike of midnight, although it provides something to focus on, isn’t even the sign of his shift nearing an end, because the bar doesn’t close until 2:30, and the latter two and a half hours of work wind up passing by even more slowly than the beginning of his shift did. When he finally sees his last customer out, after last call, and he’s the only lonely, lingering person in the place— then, the end is in sight. He has closing chores ahead of him, but at least he doesn’t have to wait around to go home anymore.

It’s nothing that out of the ordinary, really, to be working this late. Between three jobs and sneaking in open mic nights between them any chance he can, he can’t remember the last time he had a night entirely off. Or a day, honestly, and tomorrow— or today, since it’s past midnight— isn’t any exception. He has the lunch shift at the street diner he works at, and the jury’s still out as to whether he’s going to bag his shift at the second bar he works at tomorrow night.

All of this is to say: he’s working a lot. Which is fine. Work means money, which means staying alive, especially with the New York cost of living he’s gotten used to since they moved here after graduation. It’s a necessary part of life. He just wishes life could stop, for one day, so he could do this right. So he could at least give her something, to make up for all the areas in life where he’s lacking. Where he’s an extremely underwhelming excuse for a future husband.

And, look— he did actually get her a present, so that’s not the issue here. It’s more the lack of time. It’s more the overwhelming sense that, despite her stability, despite the fact that she’s stuck with him for six years, he doesn’t deserve this patience, and that one day she might finally come to her senses and decide that she doesn’t feel like waiting around while he slums it in New York and tries to make it big, that she wants, like, a normal life, with a partner who makes a salary and a house or at least an apartment with more than one room and, like, basic predictability and success—

Ugh.

For now, for this very early morning, he won’t think about all of that, no matter how much it rings in his ears as he cleans up and closes the bar. For now, he just wants to make sure Bri has the most perfect morning possible. And to do that, he has a checklist.

Step one: finish work. He considers that done as he locks the front door of the bar, and steps out onto the street. It’s kind of breezy but not exactly cold out, since Bri’s birthday marks the last day of May, and summer is pretty much here. It’s not really busy outside on the street, but he’s not the only one out, either. Rule number one of New York City: you are literally never the only person out and about, no matter what time of day it is.

Step two: the bodega. It’s on his walk, open twenty-four hours, and he stops there so often at weird hours of the night after work shifts that he’s established a rapport with the cashier who works the red-eye shift. “Eyyyyyy,” he sings, as he swings through the door into the small, artificially lit space. “What’s up, Charlie? You working hard, or hardly working?”

Actually, it’s not so much a rapport. It’s more that he’s constantly the loudest customer who graces this place between the hours of midnight and four in the morning, and Charlie probably hates him, but still tolerates his presence. So.

He needs flour, half a dozen eggs, a tied-up bunch of yellow and white flowers, and rainbow sprinkles. He also slides three Red Bull onto Charlie’s till, and then grins across the counter to remark, “The necessities.”

Charlie grunts or maybe chuckles, and scans his stuff. “Right.”

Step three: get home and get to work.

It’s, like, six minutes on foot from work to the bodega, and then four more to the subway stop, and then the subway is a whole host of issues that land him back at the apartment building around 3:30 in the morning. Bri’s alarm goes off at 6:30 for work, and he figures he can intercept her for a proper birthday breakfast before she goes to the gallery. Given that he kills one of the Red Bull from the bodega while he’s in transit to get home, he is at least ninety percent confident that there’s no point in not pulling an all-nighter.

It’s fine. He’s not even tired. He has stuff to do, anyway.

The apartment is dark when he gets in, and he tries to make the smallest amount of noise, which, when you think about it, is kind of pointless because it’s only one room and any noise he makes could count as a disturbance, but— but— Bri isn’t a light enough sleeper to wake up at that kind of stuff. A fact he is grateful for. So he puts the bag of groceries down, gently, on the counter, and turns the light on over the sink while he loosens his tie. Or more like yanks it off. The uniform at that job is seriously not his style, but you take what you can get.

Across the room, where their bed is tucked up into the corner, Bri is asleep. Thank Christ. He would be concerned if she weren’t. While he gets out of his work clothes, he looks at her in bed— she’s peaceful, and looks comfortable, and he kind of wants for a second to just crawl into bed with her, but if he does that, he’ll never get anything done in time, and she’ll wake up to a normal old morning. With nothing special. On her birthday.

She doesn’t deserve that.

When he’s finished changing, it’s 3:41 Apple time. The morning is young. He sneaks a kiss to the top of her head and pulls the covers a little higher over her shoulders, then slides across the room in his socks, back to the kitchen side of the apartment.

Sure, he’s great at fuck-ups. But he’s not going to let this one be a bust.

It’s a quick three hours.

He blames executive dysfunction. Time passes too quickly when he’s on a crunch, literally every time. He starts with her card, which he bought a few days ago— writes it out, seals it into its envelope, and weighs it down with the corner of one of her vases, which he fills with water and puts the flowers in. It’s glass-blown, psychedelic colors; she made it in the glass studio junior year at Kiersey, and it followed them to New York.

With that done, he gets all his ingredients out for breakfast. He can’t start cooking at 4 in the morning, but he can get ready— a bowl out on the counter, their one good frying pan on the griddle, dry ingredients for pancakes measured out. He’s not the most versatile cook in the world, but he makes a mean Kraft Dinner, and this, too, he can do— birthday cake pancakes. With sprinkles. It’s Bri’s favorite breakfast.

He doesn’t know how it winds up being 6:30. He loses time, doing all of this and also nothing at all. He’s two and a half Red Bull deep, mixing up the actual pancake batter, when Bri’s alarm tone across the room pulls him out of his haze.

“Shit,” he hisses, and nearly knocks over his frying pan. It’s 6:30 already? The kitchen is a mess, and he’s been stuck in the distractible part of his brain for the better half of the past two hours, and now he looks like he’s made a huge mess, and—

The alarm stops going off, and he hears the mattress shift. He’s rinsing off the questionable spatula he’s been using to mix the batter in the sink when he hears her voice. “Babe?”

“Hey— hey, good morning.” He turns, and puts his back to the counter, like it’ll hide the actual disaster he’s created. “Happy birthday,” he adds. “Did you sleep okay?”

Bri is sitting up halfway in bed, and she doesn’t answer his question. “What are—” She yawns, and holds a hand to her mouth, which is really fucking cute, the way her eyes get all wrinkled up like this, and he just— loves her, and wishes he weren’t so useless, wishes he could give her the world. When she finishes her sentence, her voice is raspy. That’s cute, too. “What’re you doing over there?”

“I’m, uh.” And busted. He might as well own up to the mess. “Well, I realize now that it looks like a bomb went off in here, but don’t worry; I’ll fix it. I was just— well, breakfast. I’m making breakfast. But it’s not ready yet. It will be. Promise.” He lets all his breath out at once, then tries a grin. “But did you? Sleep okay?”

Again, she doesn’t answer the question. Instead, she swings her legs off the side of the bed, and gets up to walk across the room. He meets her halfway, as she’s combing back her hair, a blonde, wavy, bedhead-y and beautiful mess. She’s in pajama shorts and a tank top, and he may be sleep-deprived and totally useless, but he is the luckiest guy on this planet. “How long’ve you been up?” she asks.

He rests his hands, gently, on her waist, and looks down to meet her eyes, which are hazy with sleep but always so fucking pretty. “I… don’t know if you would love the answer to that question,” he replies, because she’d see right through him even if he wanted to lie about it.

She smiles, but it’s a sympathetic expression, like she can see the Red Bull coursing through his veins or some shit like that. “Answer anyway.”

“Um.” Okay, busted. For real this time. While she hooks her arms around his neck, he tries to gather an explanation. “Okay, so I may not have slept, but hear me out, okay? I wanted to make sure I had stuff in a row so that when you woke up, it’d all be good for you, since I know we kinda have, like, a limited window here, and I didn’t want you to just have to eat, like, peanut butter toast on your birthday, right? Like, that would suck, and also, I was already up because of work, and I had stuff to do anyway, so basically, I didn’t, uh, I didn’t sleep at all, but on the bright side, there is pancake batter ready for you, and I promise I’m gonna clean up all the cooking shit ASAP because I know it looks like a war zone in this kitchen right now—”

“Reid.”

He stops. Her voice is gentle, and she’s smiling— it’s not the pity smile anymore, but just a regular smile. She threads her fingers in the hair at the back of his neck. “Sorry,” he breathes, almost instinctively. “Sorry. That was so much. You just woke up. Hi. I love you. Happy birthday. You look really hot right now.”

Bri laughs, and leans up, on tiptoe, until her forehead is right on his. “Reid,” she repeats, even more gently, and he lets out all his breath again, closes his eyes. “Take a deep breath.”

“Sorry. I’m sorry.” He tries to do as she says. It’s really not hard to breathe; he just forgets that’s a necessary bodily task from time to time. No big whoop. “I promise I’ll clean it up. And I’ll make the pancakes, and— wait, shit!” The realization hits him all at once, and his stomach sinks. “Shit. Fuck. I don’t think we have whipped cream.”

“Whipped cream?” Bri asks, and she sort of laughs, like she’s confused, but this is very bad, because that’s a necessary part of any balanced pancake breakfast, right?

“Fuck,” he repeats, and then groans, bumping his forehead against hers lightly. “Fuck, babe; I’m so sorry. I knew I was forgetting something. I can go out, though. Maybe while you shower? I can get it on the corner—”

“Babe,” Bri says, and it occurs to him that he has once again forgotten to breathe. But when he meets her eyes again, she’s smiling, kind of laughing, and she shakes her head. “Shut up.”

“What?” He blinks. His glasses fog up a little, with how close their faces are, and he squints through them toward her. “I really will go out and get it. What are birthday pancakes without whipped—”

Bri slides her hands up to either side of his face, and she shakes her head again. “Just shut up and kiss me, okay?”

The pit leaves his stomach, and he stops in his tracks. “Oh,” he says, and then laughs, too. “Okay. I can do that.”

It’s a kiss that stops the racing in his brain, which it really always does; she just knows how to do that by existing. It becomes two, and then three, and when they pull apart, Reid can breathe normally again.

“You didn’t have to stay up all night because of me,” she tells him, voice still gentle, eyes still on him.

“I’m sorry,” he groans. “I didn’t really— I mean, I really didn’t want you to have a lame morning.”

“Well, that was very sweet of you,” she replies. Her eyes are catching the sunrise light that edges in through the window. He could get distracted by that. By her body. By every freckle on her face. He is, after all, easily distractible. “But,” Bri adds, “as long as my morning has you in it, I promise you, there’s nothing lame about it.”

He laughs, and kind of feels sheepish, like he might be blushing. “Okay.” He doesn’t deserve her, but he’ll take her at her word.

“C’mere.” She pulls him down for another kiss, and, yeah, this he can do. The apartment is way too small, and he is a human disaster, but she loves him anyway, for some reason he still can’t figure out, and he’ll never stop being grateful for that.

“Thank you,” she says, when they pause to breathe again. “I’m excited for pancakes.”

“I’ll make them good,” he assures her, and she laughs.

“I know you will,” she replies, and then smiles with half her mouth, so her one dimple shows, and that is fucking adorable. Holy Christ. He might be sleep-deprived, but if looks could kill… “But,” she adds, with that smirk still lingering, “not yet.”

“Not yet?” he echoes, and blames the sleep deprivation for how slow the realization is. “Right, yeah. Because you should shower, right? Get ready for work?”

“I think I have a distinct amount of time before I actually have to be ready for work,” she replies, and ohhhh. Oh. Okay.

This, too, he can do.

“I think I understand you,” he tries.

Bri winks. “You definitely understand me,” she says, and then grabs him by the hand and pulls him back toward their bed. “And plus, it’s my birthday.”

He almost makes a birthday suit joke, and then decides that puns are not an effective method of seduction today. Not that Bri really needs seducing. Right this second, anyway.

“I’m so honored,” he says, instead, and grins when she pushes him down to sit on the edge of the mattress. He holds her by the waist and waits, still smirking. “You mean to say you want me to be your present?”

“Something like that,” she replies, with a shrug, and then pushes him so he falls backwards, and he gets exactly three seconds to laugh at the ceiling before she’s kissing him and he gets to move on to something much, much better than rambling about his failures as a boyfriend in the middle of the kitchen.

Breakfast can wait.

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leah-halliwell92 · 5 years ago

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Too Much Love Can Kill You

Summary: Soul marks are found through touch and song, one must sing to find their half and touch completes their connection. To reject your mark is to sentence them to death. You have been on tour with Brian, Roger and Rufus for a year and have known them for nearly four. What happens you find out along the way that you are the mark of one Brian May?

Prologue – Chapter 1– Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 – Chapter 5 –Chapter 6 – Chapter 7 – Chapter 8 – Chapter 9 – Chapter 10 – Chapter 11– Chapter 12 – Chapter 13 – Chapter 14 – Chapter 15 – Chapter 16 – Chapter 17 – Chapter 18 – Chapter 19 – Chapter 20

Previously:

You slumped onto him breathing hard as you rode your orgasm together. Whether or not you were heard by the rest wasn’t so much a concern and you couldn’t really remember why you’d been so worried in the first place. All that was ringing through you was the buzz of your orgasm and the emotions that flowed through the now fully opened and established bond.

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Chapter 21

The following morning you woke to find yourself tangled in Brian’s long limbs. One of his legs pulled you close while the other was between yours and his arms pulled your back to his chest enveloping you in a warm cocoon. You’d have sighed back in to sleep but your bladder was calling, more like screaming, at you to get up and run to the bathroom.

You shifted a bit to get him to get off before you couldn’t take it anymore and practically flew out of the bed, effectively startling Brian awake.

He was somewhat disoriented at having been startled awake and nearly breathed a laugh at the sound of relief coming from the bathroom. Not long after, the sound of the toilet was heard along with the sink. Not too long after he saw you open the door to greet him with the stink eye.

“Don’t even think about it spider monkey,” you say as you get back in bed to try and capture a bit more sleep.

It got quiet, allowing sleep to creep in and pull you in slowly.

“I have no idea what you mean,” Brian said with a smile in his voice.

You hummed and pushed at him weakly as you managed to fall back asleep to the sound of his soft chuckling.

You woke to someone knocking urgently on your door.

“Fuck off!” You yelled and pulled the blanket over your head.

“No can do Ducky!” Roger called from behind the door, “the young man from yesterday day is in the lobby insisting on talking to you.”

“Oh for the love of all that is holy and blessed in this world,” you say and reach to Brian’s side to find him gone, “Bri?”

“He went to meet with your parent dear,” Roger said finally coming in to the room.

You groaned at that and adjusted the strap of your sleep tank where you lay on your side.

“Time is it?” You asked rubbing what little bit of sleep you had left away.

“Just about ten thirty,” he said pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You don’t seem at all surprised that what’s his name showed up.”

You shook your head and sat up.

“Jake was many things,” you began with a small shrug, “Easily talked down from doing something was not one of them. Did he say or do anything else?”

“His father’s with him,” Roger said voice hard.

You sighed deeply and get out of bed. Luckily you’d brushed your teeth when you first woke so all you needed to do is change.

“What are you going to do?” Roger asked from the bed as you made your way to the bathroom to change.

“What I need to to keep my damn peace and free will,” you call out trying to keep your wits about you...it really wouldn’t do you any good to fly off the handle. Especially not when it had been years since you’d seen Old Jacob, let alone had any interactions with him.

“Anything I can do?” Roger asked.

You walked out of the bathroom and said, “Call my mom and explain what’s going on. She’ll want to be here for this, trust me.”

Roger nodded and eyed what you decided on wearing.

The black leggings made the white shorts over top pop and the pink and black decal on your Hello Kitty KISS shirt even more bold. To him, you looked every bit the rock child of any rocker’s dream. The highlight of this are your glitter pink Chuck Taylors and the smudged eyeliner on your eyes.

“If didn’t know any better,” Roger said with a chuckle, “I’d say you were my long lost child.”

You laughed at that and grabbed your bag before the both of you made your way out to the lobby.

There you found both Jacobs waiting for you. Jake was pacing up a storm looking very much like the real life version of a caged animal, while Old Man Jacob looked like he was waiting. You didn’t like the look on his face or the aura he was emitting. He felt and looked every bit a predator.

You saw his posture and facial features change as he spotted you through the meager crowd.

“Well, if it isn’t little (Y/N)!” He approached you as if he were an old friend and you gave him a clearly half hearted and uncomfortable pat on the back as he hugged you.

Roger hung back and sent texts to Adam and your mother. Despite Brian having gone to meet them, you knew he’d want a bit of time with your dad on his own. Plus you had a feeling your mother would have a ball going toe to toe with Old Man Jacob.

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duker42 · 5 years ago

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💜Recovering💜 3 of 4

Recovering: Part 3 of 4

*****WARNING*****Spoilers Ahead/Manga

Part 1

Part 2

She woke up just as dawn was breaking through the window. Opening her eyes she saw Levi’s profile laying next to her. Y/N had curled into his warmth in her sleep, her hand resting on his chest. Innocent enough, but if he woke up now, she would be Titan bait, if there were any Titans left.

Easing away from him slowly, she left the bed. Dressing in a casual outfit, she walk back over to him and checked his wounds. They looked good, pink with no hint of infection. She would need to clean them and reapply the salve, but that could wait until she had some breakfast and some tea.

Bounding down the stairs, she met Historia rambling around in the kitchen, making some oatmeal and toast. While she was doing that, Y/N went over to the laundry tub and pulled out the cravat. The stains had disappeared. Smiling happily, she scrubbed the linen until it was returned to it’s snowy white perfection. Wringing it out, she hangs it to dry and turns back towards Historia as she asks a question.

“Has he woken up yet?” She asks as she stirs the thickening mixture.

“Not yet, but I’m sure it will be soon.” Y/N answers, confidant in his recovery.

Grabbing a bowl, she sits with HIstoria as they eat. Casually talking about different changes the monarchy will make after the Marley business is handled, they soon move on to all the stories they had with Captain Levi. Trading the stories of horrible jokes he told and the snarky comments that fell from his lips with ease, they started smiling. Finishing the meal, Historia pushed her away from the sink telling her to go take care of him.

Flashing a grateful smile, she gathered a bowl of warm water and rags to head back to him. Wiping the old salve from his wounds, she carefully begins to wash his left cheek when he begins to stir.

Shocked, she sat back and waited. Shifting, he groaned, a pained sound pulled from deep within. A single grey orb opened slowly, blinking away the fog of the sedative and trauma he had gone through. As his last memories came flooding back, his head jerked and he shot up in the bed, trying to establish where he was. Y/N jumped up and backed cautiously away.

“Captain! It’s okay! It’s Y/N. Relax.” His shoulders seemed to unwind at her words as he turned to look at her.

“Y/N? Why are you here? That bastard Zeke...” His voice was raspy from his long sleep.

“Hanji found you. Brought you to us.” Her hand went to his warm shoulder as she pushes him gently back down in the bed. “What happened?’

His eye took on a haunted look. “He....screamed and everyone in the camp turned into a Titan....I....had to....” He closed his eye against the memories. “Cut the bastard out of his Titan and stuck him with a thunder spear. Didn’t think he would pull out the line. Damnit...did I loose my eye? It that why it’s covered?”

“No, Captain, your eye is fine. I covered it to let the lid heal when you finally decided to get your lazy ass up.” She teased as he threw her a glare. He knew she was kidding. “But....your hand wasn’t so lucky.”

He brought his hands up to inspect them. He let out a deep sigh when he saw the short bandages on the right. “Well, shit.” Was all that came out of his mouth.

“I’ll go get you some food, water is right here. I’ll be right back.” She pats him and leaves to give him some time to process.

Below, she fixes him a light tray of food. Telling Historia that the Captain is awake, she rushes back upstairs to find him trying to get out of the bed.

“Sir....” She starts as the short man looks down and realizes his state of undress and quickly throws the covers back over his body.

Shooting her a deadly glare, he spits out “Where the hell are my clothes?”

“Well, I had to cut them off of you. You were soaking wet and I wasn’t sure if you had other injuries.”

“So you cut them off of me?”

“Your ass isn’t exactly light. Cutting them off was the easiest way.” She rolled her eyes at his stubbornness.

“Your obsession with my ass is noted. Especially now since you have apparently seen it bare.” His dry comeback made her cheeks turn pink. “My cravat? If you cut that....”

“No, your cravat is fine. It has been washed and is currently drying.” She quickly reassured him.

HIs glare softened but was still present as she walked over to him. Laying the tray on his lap, she moved over the to fire to swing the tea kettle over it to boil. She talks as she had her back to him. “You scared the hell out of us, Captain. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Hanji that worried.”

“Humph...where is she?” He asked.

“Went back to Mitras to try and regain the upper hand. She left after I finished patching you up.”

“Oh.” When she turned back to him, he was staring her, his wounds making it even more difficult to read his face. He looked away and began to slowly eat his breakfast. She noticed him reach for the fork with his right hand before dropping it and lifting his left. When he glanced at her, she gave a soft smile. That irritated him. “Don’t pity me, idiot.”

Standing straight, she walked back to the chair and sat down. “I don’t pity you, sir. I admire your strength. Or better yet your resolve.”

“Shit, just call me Levi. It’s alright, considering you have seen all of me.” He grumbled, not meeting her eyes.

“Does it really bother you that badly that I have seen you naked?” She asks, confused at the reaction of the normally rational man. Her brow furrowed when his only answer was a half hearted shrug. “Well, full disclosure, I also gave you a bath. I didn’t think you would want to be dirty when you woke up.”

He blushed....The great Captain Levi blushed. She wouldn’t have believed it if she wasn’t watching him closely. It didn’t just affect his face, the tips of his ears turned pink and there was a flush across his pale chest. She couldn’t help but gape at him. She laughed but was quick to cut it short when his aura darkened, turning that hot angry eye on her.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. It’s not every day I’m surprised by you, Levi. Would it make it better if you saw me naked?” She grinned at him teasingly.

Scowling, he huffed. “Shut the fuck up, Y/N.”

Going back over to the kettle, she poured the hot water into a waiting tea cup. Bringing it over to him, she set it down carefully as she watched the water darken as it steeped.

“I’m sorry if it embarrasses you. I truly just wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible. I kept it..professional.” She left out the part where she touched herself in the shower, thinking of him. He didn’t need to know that.

“Forget about it.” Turning back to the tea cup, he tried to think about his missing fingers. Anything to get his mind off the idea of her seeing him naked. Her touching him. He knew that he had never been considered a particularly attractive man, but he wondered what she had thought when she was looking at him. He scoffed at himself. She wouldn’t care. Although, he secretly wanted to take her up on the sarcastic offer of seeing her nude. Just so the only woman he had seen wasn’t Hanji, of course.

He was startled when she brought a rag back up to his face. He grabbed her hand reflexively just as she touched it to his face.

“Sorry! I need to finish washing the cuts and reapply the salve.” She timidly offered.

“How bad is it?” He asked gesturing towards his face. “I mean, other than the usual hideousness.”

“There’s a long gash on the right side and a few cuts on the left.” She rambled, nervously. “But once it heals, you’ll be even sexier....” She trailed off, eyes wide with horror at the words that had slipped from her mouth.

Thankfully, Levi seemed distracted by trying to figure out the best way to hold his cup. He hadn’t acknowledged her comment, so she hoped it had slipped by him. She continued to carefully clean the sutures. With feather light swipes she applies more of the salve.

As she walked out of the room to go put the things away she heard a soft “Thank you.”

Leaning back as she walked out of the room, Levi watched her. He had heard every word of what she said. Sexier, huh? Did that mean she thought he was sexy to begin with? He looked down at the missing digits on his hand. This was the closest Levi had ever come to dying since he was a child. He was lucky this time, but that bearded bastard was still breathing. Maybe, just maybe he should experience some things before his time was up.

**Time Skip**

The Captain had slept for most of the day. Unusual under normal circumstances, but Y/N knew that was just his body’s way of trying to heal itself.

She used the opportunity to check on Historia and to preform the mundane chores around the farm. Regardless of the day, the horses still needed to be attended to, the laundry washed and the wood pile kept stocked. When she had finally finished up, she prepared a tray of food to take up to Levi.

He was still asleep. She smiled as she set the tray quietly beside the bed. With him asleep, she could take a shower. She crept into the bathroom and stripped the sweaty clothes off. Determined not to let her imagination get away from her again, she washed quickly.

It was only when she went to grab her towel did she realize her dilemma. She had no clean clothes in here. Wrapping the towel around her body, she peeked out at the sleeping man in her bed. His eyes were still closed. Creeping cautiously out, she tiptoes across the room.

She reaches for the drawers a pulls out the undergarments she needed.

“I’m awake, Y/N” She spun around at Levi’s deep voice. He had opened his eye and was staring at her intently.

“Shit! You scared me!” She clutched the clothes harder to her body as her breathing started to slow down.

“Come here.” He tells her slowly.

“Let me get dressed and I’ll....” She starts but he interrupts her.

“No, come here now.” His look gives nothing away as she nervously approaches him. When she is standing by the bed he asks. “What did you think when you saw me naked?”

She gasps. She hadn’t thought Levi would bring this up again. Her body flushed, giving away her thoughts on his physique.

His eye narrowed as he observed her. “Hmmm. I see. Drop the towel, Y/N.”

Part 4

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kpopmultifan127 · 5 years ago

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Stay With Me (NCT Jaehyun)

Me and Jaehyun have been dating for a little while now. About 2 months at least. We got set up by his good friend Johnny. They both were in a music group together along with another good friend of ours Jisung, and I knew Johnny and Jisung way before they became celebrities. I knew they’d make it far because they were so motivated with their music and dancing they never wanted to quit. Even more so ever since he met my roommate Bri. He always had a thing for her too. When he first met her he’d always beat around the bush about me setting him up with her. He was horrible at it too. They made a cute couple too.

The boys got quite busy preparing for their comeback so we barely got to speak to them unless it was through FaceTime. I didn’t mind just as long as I got to see Jaehyun’s face and hear his voice I was happy. He always made time to talk even if it was just for a minute.

Everytime my phone rang Bri said I always lit up like a Christmas tree. “Hey Jaehyun” I said with a smile. “Hi babe, how are you?” He replied. “I’m fine, I’m just doing some studying before I leave for my night shift at restaurant” he was never a fan of me working late nights because I’d always walk home by myself. ”what time do you get off? He asked. “I get off at 1am.” I told him. Before he was preparing for their comeback he’d always came and walked me home. But now it would just be myself and once in a while when he was free Jisung would walk me home. Tonight it was just myself.

Our phone call lasted about 5 mins. He added before I hung up with me, “please call me before you start to walk home. I’ll answer no matter what” I then replied “I don’t want you to get in trouble though.” He didn’t care he always wanted to make sure I was safe. After I hung up with him I overheard Bri and Johnny arguing on the phone. Hearing them argue was a daily thing so it never really bothered me. “See Johnny why can’t you be a good boyfriend like Jaehyun and call me?!” She snapped at him because Johnny’s schedule was different from Jaehyun’s so he wasn’t able to call her. “I’m sorry Bri I can’t” he told her. Before he could finish she hung up on him. “Ugh why do I even bother with that giant” she grumbled.

My night shift was about to start. It was going to be a busy night, before I knew it, my shift was over and it was time to head home. I always felt guilty calling Jaehyun while he was working but he always made sure I went home safe. I called him as I walked outside. “Hey babe!” He said with a big smile. As I said my goodbyes to my coworkers I began to walk home while talking to him. “So how was work Dee?” He asked. “It went by really fast because we were busy and my feet are killing me.” I replied. I loved how interested he was about my day no matter how boring it sounded. “Enough of my day” I said. “How’s work going for you?” With a smile, he began to tell me how his day went. I love the passion he has for his music and he does so well too. “I’m sorry I can’t walk home with you these days” he said “once we are done with comeback promotions we can spend more time together” I then told him “We knew you’d be busy, so I’m just happy enough to get 2 mins of talking to you like this.” I was about 2 blocks away from my house. Just as I was getting closer to my house someone came out of the alley next to me with a knife and stabbed my on the side.

All Jaehyun could see is me scream in pain and fall to the floor and he saw feet running away from me. “BABE!!! DEE!!! ARE YOU OK?! DEE!!!” he was in such a huge panic seeing me lay on the ground in the dark area near my house. I’m still holding the phone seeing him screaming on the phone. “JOHNNY CALL 911, DEE JUST GOT STABBED!!! CALL BRI TO GET TO HER NOW!” I slowly started closing my eyes and blacking out with the lost of blood. “Dee! Stay with me! I’m on my way to you! STAY WITH ME DEE! DEE!!!” As he kept yelling my eyes slowly closed and I passed out. “Is this it? Am I going to die?” I don’t know how long I was laying there but I felt someone pick me up and continuously screaming my name “Dee….Babe Please wake up! Dee please wake up” I hear that voice constantly call me and I knew it was Jaehyun’s voice. But was I dreaming?

I felt someone put me on a bed as it moved into a car. I’m laying there going in and out. I hear voices screaming at each other. “WE NEED BLOOD! SHE’S LOSING MORE!” then I hear crying and yelling “PLEASE DO SOMETHING HELP HER PLEASE!” I can see people around me but I can’t make out who it is. I just know we finally arrived at the hospital as people were waiting at the door with blood bags and a doctor on standby. “WE NEED TO HURRY AND GET HER INTO SURGERY!” a voice screamed. I could feel a hand hold it tight as they ran me to the room, I didn’t know who was holding my hand but I just know they didn’t want to let go...but slowly had to let go as we I went through the doors. I see bright lights as I began to be put to sleep.

A few hours later I woke up in a room which I believed to be a hospital. I felt someone laying on my hand holding it tight. I looked down to see Jaehyun sitting there as if he was praying and hoping I’d wake up, I glanced at him to see him covered in what I’m thinking was my blood. I quietly whispered to him, “Jaehyun is that you?” he quickly put his head up to see I have finally woken up. All he could do is begin to cry and kiss my hand being thankful that I woke up. “I’m so so sorry Dee!” he was so apologetic to what had happened. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner. I should’ve just walked you home.” I quickly grabbed his hand to have him calm down and stop. “No it’s not your fault, don’t put blame on yourself.” I said. “No!” he quickly snapped back. “No, you could’ve been safe if I was with you.” I didn’t want him to get worked up so I tried everything to calm him down. “Babe...it could’ve happened to anyone.” I told him. “Yes but it happened to you!” he couldn’t help but cry and continue to take the blame. He didn’t want to let me go and hugged me and cried on my shoulder.

I had pulled him down to stop and relax. “Yes, I know it was unfortunate that this had happened to me, but I’m ok.” I said to him. “Please calm down.” He then sat down next to me on my bed and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the top of my head. I then realized he was in the middle of preparing for their comeback. “Wait what about your folks comeback preparations? Weren’t you working?” I asked. “Don’t worry about that right now. Our managers know what’s going on and they told us to come stay with you.” I felt so bad they had their comeback pushed back because of me. “I’m sorry….I’m sorry you have to be—-” He then interrupted me. “Please don’t….don’t be sorry. Your safety is more important than our comeback.” I looked at him covered in my blood. So I told him “Go home and change. I’m sorry you’re covered like this.” “Dee don’t be sorry, I’m going to be here until you are fully recovered.” He added. “Let me go get everyone else and let them know you’re up. Everyone is worried about you.” He then kissed my hand and went to go grab everyone else.

Bri came in first. “Oh my god Dee, you should’ve just called me to pick you up!” I knew she was working late that night too but her job was on the opposite end of where I was. “No I didn’t want you driving back and forth” I told her. Jisung was all shook up when he came in, “Dee are you ok?” He asked. “I will be” I replied. Everyone was so worried and I wanted to reassure them I was ok. Johnny came into the room with some extra clothes for Jaehyun to change in. So Jaehyun gave me a kiss on the forehead and went to go change.

Johnny was really bad at making comments at the wrong time. “Bri if I was laying there would you take care of me?” He asked her. I just giggled. She then snapped back, “Dee, get up because a new body is about to be there.” As she glances over to Johnny. We all giggled except for Johnny. “I’m just tryna brighten up the mood here.” Johnny said. All Bri could do was roll her eyes and walk over to him and say “Keep it up and you’ll be on that bed instead of Dee.” When Jaehyun came back from changing everyone else began to leave to go home. So it was just me and Jaehyun in my room. He came and sat on my bed and slowly hugging me.

“I know I keep saying this, but I’m sorry I’m laying here like this with you.” I told him. “I’m sorry you’re laying here like this too. But I’m glad you’re awake and recovering well.” He added. He then came closer to me and hugged me tighter. His hugs were so warm and welcoming. I loved the warmth he always gave to me, and I always felt safe in his arms. I knew that he was the one I wanted to be with forever the first day I met him.

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With the Slightest Smile, Chapter 1

(or Prologue)

Brian May x Reader, maybe other pairings ;)

Hello all! I am new to the fic-writing game, this being my first one of any considerable length, so this is going to be learning process, and I’m a little nervous. Fair warning, I’m more accustomed to writing scripts and academic papers, but I appreciate any comment on my work. If you have any tips or feedback please feel free. Anyway, this little series I started on a whim, with nothing concrete but some ideas running around ;) {Also, please note that I am not entirely sure when Smile was formed exactly, other than the year, so if it is inaccurate to your knowledge, I apologize}

Summary: Reader (that’s you, babe!) and Brian are best friends and roommates, but someone wants to be more...slow burn baby. This starts in Smile era, but it’ll pick up once some ground work has been made. There will be angst, fluff, and perhaps some other stuff in the future, but this chapter is meant to establish some things before we really get going.

Warnings: For this chapter, just some sparing language here and there.

Words: 5.7k exactly :-))

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February 2, 1968

“Hey now, why didn’t you tell me you were looking for a drummer?”

Brian looked up at you, shaken out of his nearly comatose state of study, and put his textbook face-open on his chest. “Hmm?”

You picked up the scrap of paper you had tossed onto the coffee table in the middle of what could only be called the living room with great generosity. “I saw some flyer posted in the hallway, you’re auditioning drummers for your new band with Tim?”

He shrugged and gave a half-smile. “Yeah, I would’ve told you but I don’t think Tim and that boyfriend of yours get along too well. Wouldn’t make for a very peaceful band experience,” he rearranged his face into a full faced and genuine, but slightly provoking, grin.

Brian knew Joshua was not really your boyfriend, just some thick-skulled puppy man who was constantly asking for your help in his entry level biology class. It wasn’t your fault he happened to be mildly attractive and liked to praise your intelligence every once in a while. It also wasn’t your fault that he happened to be a completely inept drummer with an ego problem.

You rolled your eyes at your roommate. “I wasn’t proposing you give Joshua the gig, he’s certainly no Ginger Baker.”

Brian chuckled at your annoyance, he had always appreciated the feisty side that you have carried with you throughout your life. It was one of the things he appreciated most about you. Aside from your eyes, and your smile, and your hair, and your laugh…

“Bri?” You softened a bit, noticing his slight daze. He snapped back to reality.

“Oh,” he laughed nervously and shook his head. “Pardon me, Y/N. I zoned out there, what were you saying?”

You gave him a warm smirk and playfully rolled your eyes again. Absent-minded professor. “It’s not important.”

You turned around and walked away to put your bag in your bedroom. The door creaked open, like it always did, and you winced, like you always did. Despite the hellhole of an apartment, you quite liked your own space. It had a nice window that overlooked the street and simple white curtains as a frame. The quilt on the bed was bright blue and contrasted the dull grey walls, while the grey rug on the light wood floor complemented it. It was a bit small, and the bookshelves you had crammed in it really enhanced that fact, but it was home, or at least reminded you of it. And with your best mate living with you, you hardly noticed the change in locale, domestically speaking. With a sigh, you threw the bag onto your bed and flopped down next to it. Only meaning to rest your eyes for a bit, you were startled awake by Brian calling from outside your door.

“Hey, Y/N, what do you want for dinner?”

Groaning, you looked hopefully at the alarm clock on your dresser. There’s no way it’s already dinnertime. Shit. You bolted up and practically bounced into the living room. Brian was still sitting in the same chair as he had been when you arrived. Upon seeing your state of mild frenzy, he placed his textbook on the floor and got up.

He looked concerned, if not frightened. “Didn’t mean to scare you, love, ’s only dinner.” Brian shot you a reassuring glance that calmed you instantly.

“Oh no, Bri, you didn’t startle me. I didn’t realize how late it had gotten, and I need to go to the art supply store before they close. ’M sorry I forgot about our dinner plans.” You must’ve looked very distraught with apology.

“It’s alright, Y/N.” Brian gently placed his hands on your shoulders as a means of comforting you. “I can drive you there, if you want,” he offered. “Where is ‘there’, exactly?”

“It’s over by Beat-Nick’s, it’s not that far. I can walk, just need to get going.” You lightly brushed Brian’s hands off of your arms and reached for your keys on the kitchen counter. He grabbed them but didn’t hand them to you.

“I could go for some tea,” he mused.

You tried to grab the keys from him, but he anticipated your attack and held them high above his head. With a small, indignant sigh, you crossed your arms, knowing you would never win in a game of height, especially against your titan of a roommate. Brian, acknowledging your acceptance of defeat, smiled and grabbed his car keys.

“Let’s go.”

* * *

The drive was much quicker than the walk you customarily took, and Brian made the shopping even more enjoyable. You talked passionately about embroidery floss and wool, and though he didn’t hold the same excitement, Brian loved the soft delight in your face when you touched the materials.

The supplies you needed were for the gifts you gave your friends annually for Valentine’s Day. Though you were busy studying to be a nurse, you never skipped out on making little homemade things for loved ones. This year you were determined to make them simple, especially since it was your last term in your program and the workload was extensive. The problem with that, however, was coming up with simple ideas. One of the things you were most known for was the extent to which you went overboard for the holidays, even the unimportant ones like Valentine’s. You truly couldn’t help it, you enjoyed making others feel showered in love at any given opportunity.

“What about this one?”

Looking over to your companion, you saw he was holding up a vivid marigold color. He was grinning with a simple fascination, the light from the ceiling making it glisten like a liquid gold, but you were more content gazing at the shine dancing across Brian’s delicately angular face. It was striking to you that he was so transfixed on the floss. He looked quietly pleased, so you nodded in agreement and took it from his grasp to place it in the small basket you held in the crook of your arm. It was full of knick knacks that you accumulated into a heap throughout the time you spent browsing, and you suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

“This trip is lasting a little longer than I expected Bri, ’m sorry to keep you waiting for dinner. You can go across the way to the cafe to get that tea you wanted while I finish up here, then we can go back to the apartment to start cooking,” you tenderly grabbed his forearm and squeezed it gently. His breath hitched at the contact, but to you it seemed as though he jumped at your touch, so you quickly removed it. He focused on disallowing the disappointment from breaking across his face, and swallowed heavily.

“Eh, I don’t really mind. We can go to check out, it’s not going to kill me.” Jokingly, Brian patted his stomach, acknowledging his slight frame. You stifled a giggle and nodded. He gestured for you to lead the way, so you passed him to move to the cashier. Much to your chagrin, Brian insisted on paying for it and refused for you to. Eventually a compromise was made, with each of you paying for half. Once the goods were bagged up, the pair of you left the shop and crossed the street to Beat-Nick’s, your favorite cafe.

* * *

Beat-Nick’s was a small building full of overstuffed loveseats, paisley couches, and tables accompanied by rustic benches. You loved the lighting fixtures that coated the patrons with warmth to contrast with the frostiness outside. The employees all knew you by name and order, but were surprised by the man you brought with you. He’d come in by himself occasionally to write papers, and was always polite, but mostly kept to himself. This contrasted with you, although you were a relatively reserved person, you were also a relatively friendly person and enjoyed some casual conversation on occasion.

You noticed some people looking at the two of you as you stood near the entrance and became self conscious. Turning to Brian, you motioned to an empty table in the corner, to which he nodded and you both walked over to sit down. As you walked, you began to peel your overcoat off, but Brian couldn’t, since he was holding the paper bag containing thread and random fragments of soft and beautiful fabrics you couldn’t afford full portions of. Setting the bag on the surface of the table, he shimmied out of his layers, then grabbed yours to drape on the coat rack nearby. You muttered a thank you and then started toward the counter, Brian shortly followed in suit.

The girl taking your order asked if you wanted the usual lavender chamomile, you happily confirmed then looked at Brian quizzically. He got the hint and leaned down toward the barista to request a standard Earl Grey with a spot of honey. Anticipating his move to pay, you quickly reached into your purse and handed her the money, then used the excess as a tip. She informed him that the beverages would be brought to the table as he was moving to the side to wait. You laughed softly and ushered him back to the table you shared.

You sat on the side with the better view of the entrance, as you always did. A little habit of yours, you liked being able to see whoever was coming in or out of a restaurant so you could situate yourself with the surroundings, and Brian never seemed to mind. Especially since he knew he could steal a glance at you while you were surveying a room. Once you completed your scan, you returned your attention to the lanky man sitting across from you. He quickly averted his eyes to the specials board above the bar behind you, hoping you didn’t suspect he was watching you. Of course you didn’t. You never did.

“So, tell me more about this new band you’ve cooked up with Tim.”

Brian smiled bashfully, he liked it when you shared interest in his endeavors, especially music. He would insist that you join in for a show once in a while, but you never felt as though your singing or piano skills were performance ready. It was more of a hobby than a passion.

“Well,” he cleared his throat, “we are looking for a right skilled drummer that aligns with our vision. A synonymous rocker.”

Another employee came over and placed the tray down in the middle of the table with a shyness that only you seemed to notice, with Brian feeling timid himself.

He always felt a bit awkward talking about his rock and roll music around others, feeling as though he didn’t fit the type of the genre. He didn’t think curly hair and skinny arms were exactly what one might envision when thinking of a guitarist, but you always liked his natural look. It was intriguing and unique, but Brian never listened when you talked to him about his appearance, he would kind of shut it out. He couldn’t bring himself to think as a physical person around you, he just wanted to be invisible in that way since he didn’t think you would find him attractive. But that had never been the case. You thought he was quite easy on the eyes, but he would blush to a shade of vermilion if you were to say so.

The waitress walked back behind the counter and Brian let out a small sigh of relief.

“Tim looked at his school, but there didn’t seem to be anyone fitting the bill.”

You nodded and took a sip of your tea, the floral taste always a little shocking or unexpected, and you smiled into your cup as Brian lifted his own. The comfortable silence you shared was soothing and familiar. Calmly chatting and people-watching in each other’s company was a lovely way to spend an early Friday evening. Once your cups were drained, Brian got up and grabbed the coats while you smoothed out your skirt and blouse. After putting your outerwear on, you hoisted the crafts bag onto your hip and exited the cafe with Brian’s arm around your shoulders.

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February 14

The keys were stuck in the door and the lock wasn’t turning so you had to pound on it, hoping Brian would promptly open up for you, the pizza in your arms was hot enough to be uncomfortable. Just as you managed to pull the keys from the lock’s clutches and dropped them to the floor, the door flew open. Laughing, Brian stooped down to grab them off the ground and moved out of the way for you to come into the space. You could tell he had been cleaning. Since he didn’t have class or rehearsal that day, he was a busy body with nothing to do.

Putting the box on the table, you let out a deep breath and fanned your face. Brian rolled his eyes but then configured his face into the heartwarming grin you had come to know and love. Not love. Well, love, but not like that. You had to remind yourself that you two weren’t some cliche, childhood friends being desperately and madly in love with each other. Not like everyone said you were. Living together doesn’t mean jack shit. And you were certain Brian did not think of you in that way.

Brian did indeed think of you in that way.

He had for seven years and counting.

“I got just cheese this time, can’t have a repeat of last year’s olive crisis,” you teased. Brian faked a groan and a grimace in remembrance of the fiasco. Turns out the carrot cake you had prepared for last year’s traditional Valentine’s Day dinner did not mix well with the topping of choice for him. You gave him a playful nudge and went on your merry way to toss the purse into your open room.

“How did Stella like the handkerchief you made her?”

“She thought your choice of yellow was stunning,” you remarked as you made your way back to the common area. This made Brian quite pleased with his aesthetic eye.

He grabbed plates from the cupboard with a small clunk and carefully set them down on your coffee table. You kicked your damp shoes off before flinging yourself onto the worn couch as Brian opened the pizza box and dropped down on the “study chair”.

Putting a slice on your plate, you noticed that you didn’t have anything to drink. Brian saw the look of realization on your face and instantly knew what you meant, hopping up and striding over to the kitchen to amend it. You smiled and put a slice onto his plate for when he came back.

“Couldn’t get any wine this year, ’s water good with you?” Brian called from the sink. You turned and nodded. You preferred water anyway.

Beaming, Brian hands you a glass and returned to his seat.

“Cheers, love.” He lifted his glass. You mirrored his action, and the improperly used wine glasses made a delicate clink as they met.

As Brian reached for his slice, he noticed something written on the side of the box.

“What’re you looking at there, Bri?”

He pointed to the short note and read it aloud, “It says ‘Next Saturday? Mark’ with a heart. And then a phone number.” You blushed.

“Oh, that’s one of the employees at Harry’s. He’s always been kind to me, I guess Valentine’s Day brings out something in people.”

Brian felt crestfallen as he observed your reaction to this Mark fellow, but managed to keep a neutral expression.

“Do you think you’re going to?”

“Call ’im?”

He nodded.

“I don’t know him very well, ’m not sure I’d be comfortable with that. Besides, he doesn’t matter right now. Tonight is only us.” You were aware of the strange phrasing, but you didn’t care, you just wanted the moment to be over. While Brian did not feel very reassured, he also didn’t want to start something. A bout of silence settled in as he continued eating, you didn’t look at him nor notice him looking at you sadly. He didn’t mean to, but the eyes couldn’t hide much.

While you sat without a word, you started to think about this tradition the two of you had formed years ago. You remembered it as the time of your first heartbreak. Must’ve been five years ago. Though you had been desperate then, you could only look at it fondly.

--February 14, 1963--

“I don’t want to go to dinner, Brian. I just want to stay at home,” you spoke into the phone, your voice slightly garbled with sadness.

Of course he understood every word you said, it was Brian. “C’mon, Y/N. It’s not all as bad as it seems,” your best friend calmly suggested, his voice completely devoid of patronization or mimicry.

“I know it’s silly. I’m only fifteen and he’s not the one, but I need to be sad right now. I’ll be okay soon.”

Brian’s heart broke for you as you said every word, he couldn’t muster up something to say without giving it all away. You couldn’t know. Not yet. Maybe when you were older, when he was over you. If he was over you.

“Bri?” You almost sobbed in the absence of his comfort. “I’m sorry to disappoint you. I can’t bring myself to be your date this time.” This caught his attention.

“What? Oh no, Y/N! Don’t worry about me, ’s just the usual family dinner.”

You loved his parents, and since yours were always celebrating a romantic Valentine evening away from home, you often tagged along with the Mays. Sometimes a grandparent or a family friend would come and every year the question “Are you two dating?”, or some variation of it, would arise. Normally it wouldn’t bother you, but this year it seemed a sore subject.

“Thanks for understanding, Bri. Maybe another time? I know your parents will miss out on the Me time,” you smiled at your own stupid joke.

“Haha, I’m sure they would.” He had an idea. “Gotta go, Y/N.”

Brian abruptly hang up before you could get a goodbye out.

You were alone. Even Brian left you. You knew rationally that he had an outing with his parents that was damn near impossible to get out of, but you still felt a twinge of abandonment. It’s not his fault.

Emerging from the mound of blankets piled on top of you, and getting off the couch you threw yourself on, you got up to make some tea.

It had been two weeks since the breakup with your first boyfriend happened. You were expecting him to ask you to be his date to the Valentine’s dance, but then you ran into him in the nearby park in which he was snogging some bleach-blonde girl you had never met or seen before. He didn’t notice you at first, but when you approached him he tore himself away from the stranger. With tears in your eyes, you told him you were through; you will never tolerate a cheater. The girl he was with was upset too and stormed off, making it clear to you that he hadn’t told her he was already dating someone. You hadn’t seen him since.

Not knowing how long you’d been entranced, the kettle’s whistle startled you out of your seemingly habitual reliving of that moment, and you quickly moved to turn it off before you realized you hadn’t gotten a tea bag out. The selection your mother had was quite extensive, and really rather impressive, but you always went with the Earl Grey anyway. While you began to steep your cup, a knock came at the door.

Not knowing what to expect, you quickly move to the front of your house and realize the knocking must be coming from the back. That’s peculiar.

You made your way across the family room and through the sun room that led to the garden you started some springs prior. Carefully unlocking the door, you peer out into the heathery sky of dusk to see a skinny, puffy-haired, and slightly red from either the cold or a lack of oxygen caused by sprinting boy fretting over his shirt collar, holding one of those new-fangled pizza boxes on his arm. With a sigh of relief, you let out a hearty laugh at the sight. Brian looked up to see you with your tear-soaked face breaking into the sweetest expression he’d ever seen. It was enough to give him butterflies, and in return, he gave you the kind smile you’d always remember.

“Sorry I’m late, love.” He’s never called me that before. I like it.

“Please, come in Bri.” He happily obliged. You wiped your face dry as you spoke with joy in your voice, “I was just pouring myself a cup of tea, would you like some?”

“Uh, what kind are you having?”

“Earl Grey, it’s the best.”

Brian mocked gagging then shrugged in good cheer, “I’ve never been too fond of Earl Grey.”

You stuck your tongue out at him as you took the pizza away from him and into the kitchen. “You’ve never had it the way I make it,” you beamed.

He looked playfully suspicious. “If you insist.”

“Trust me, when you’re my age you’ll understand.” You went to reach for a second teacup.

“Alright, just because you were born on May 19 and I was born on July 19 does not make you wiser than me.” He rolled his eyes, repeating the same line he’d been using for years. You just loved the familiar banter.

“Mind your elders, boy,” you waggled a finger at him as you poured hot water into his cup. Brian laughed, happy to see that you’d perked up at his arrival.

He watched as you brushed a few rogue hairs out of your face and swept into the rest of your messy mane. He adored how utterly you you were in that moment he shared with you. You met his gaze with a similar admiration, but he didn’t think you were reciprocating the sentiment. You didn’t know why, but there was something different about Brian May on that brutal English winter’s day. It was nice.

Brian cleared his throat, “Shall we eat before the food gets cold?” You nodded as you handed him the tea.

Together, you walked to the box, set your teacups down, and Brian opened the top.

“I didn’t know what kind you would be in the mood for.” He sounded sheepish. “So I went with a simple cheese only option.”

You felt a wave of overwhelming affection for your best friend and wrapped your arms around him. He was surprised at first but melted into you, embracing your much shorter stature. The scene seemed to freeze into a tableau. You were the first to release, and Brian felt even more sheepish.

You turned to get plates from a cupboard, but he stopped you.

“They gave me some paper ones. We won’t have to clean up after ourselves.”

“God knows how much you hate cleaning,” you joked. He lifted his arms as if to protest, but instead nodded in agreement.

Brian helped himself to a cheesy piece, then placed one on your plate.

Time blurred as the pair of you talked about music and other things going on in life. It felt to you that no time had passed. But suddenly Brian stopped conversing and reached into his pocket. You didn’t know what he was up to.

“I know you think life is a little sad and disappointing right now, Y/N.”

He looked down as he spoke to you. You felt a pang of nervousness as he was talking and couldn’t place your finger on the reason. The sudden shift in atmosphere was not anticipated.

“And I just want you to know that it’s not all bad...you’ve got me.”

“Of course, Bri, I know. And you’ve got me.”

The words he’d been dying to hear from you for years. But he knew you didn’t mean it. Not quite the way he wanted.

“And I know I’m not exactly the one you’d want to be spending this evening with, but if it’s all the same to you, I’m glad I get to be the one.” Brian was selecting his word choice very carefully, but it went over your head.

“I’d choose you over Adam any day. You’re always gonna be my first choice, Bri.”

The sweet music of your sentence washed over him. Even if it wasn’t how he’d hoped, he felt invincible in your esteem.

“I got you a little something, Y/N,” Brian’s voice had a tremble to it that was undetectable to you. He pulled out a small box from his pocket and pushed his cupped hand toward you. You carefully picked up the dainty gift and opened it gingerly.

Heavenly Blue.

It was a small bottle of very fancy lavender perfume. Your eyes welled up at the thoughtfulness. Brian knew lavender was the first flower you had successfully grown. Bringing him into another embrace, a tear slipped down your cheek but you wiped it away before he could see and placed a peck on his forehead as you let go.

Rapidly, your face of pure content turned into one of embarrassment. Brian looked concerned at this sudden change.

“You alright, Y/N?”

This is embarrassing.

“Yes, Bri. God, yes. I just- I have a gift for you too, but now I’m too ashamed to give it to you.”

“Why?”

“It’s just, it’s not good enough for you-”

“Nonsense! I know it’s perfect-”

“Let me get you something better-”

The rapidfire sentences tripping over each other progressively got louder but stopped when Brian gave a quiet, “No.”

You reluctantly got up from your seat at the dining table and hurried to your bedroom. Grabbing a nicely wrapped present on your desk, you rushed to return to the awaiting boy sitting alone. You placed the box in front of him and blushed.

Brian tore the paper politely, if one could, and lifted the lid off. His face lit up as he removed a long white scarf from the box.

“It’s magnificent!”

“I,” you started, feeling self conscious, “made it myself.”

His eyes lifted to meet yours.

“God, Y/N. It’s perfect.”

--1968--

You smiled wistfully at the thought of your younger days. This man sitting with you never failed to make you happy, and you were extremely grateful for him.

Returning your attention to Brian, you reached over to pat his hand. “The place looks wonderful.”

“I know how hard you’ve been working yourself lately.”

Kind as ever.

“You ready for the Great Exchange?” You cocked your eyebrow melodramatically.

Without missing a beat, Brian said, “Indeed,” in a matching tone of superfluous haughtiness.

You gleefully hopped up and skipped over to your room, and Brian snuck off to his. You returned to the living room first and sat patiently on the couch as you heard various noises coming from down the hall. Eventually, Brian reemerged looking triumphant.

He flopped back into his seat and faced you, brimming with excitement. You radiated a similar energy. You gave each other your respective packages, arguing over who would go first. It was his turn to initiate.

With great care, Brian undid the ribbon tied around the slim shape, knowing full well that it was a record. Upon finishing his painstaking process of unfolding and unsticking, he finally got a good look at the object. It was a copy of the first Jimi Hendrix Experience album “Are You Experienced,” signed by Noel Redding. Brian was speechless.

“How…?”

You laughed. “I have my ways.”

He was dumbstruck with awe. You loved it when his face expressed such joy.

“Thank you,” he finally choked out, his mouth seeming to have gone dry. You got up halfway and kissed him on the forehead. This shook him out of his daze and he looked at you.

“Anything for my best mate. I know it’s not homemade like they usually are, but somehow this seemed better.”

Brian could not contain his adoration, but the use of “best mate” stung a little. He felt extremely guilty that he was only thinking about that when you had just given him something so wonderful, thoughtful, and awesome (in both its literal and colloquial senses).

Snapping out of his inner realm, he motioned for you to open yours.

The small silver box was not wrapped, simply done up with a messy bow that only Brian could make, despite his gorgeously skilled and dexterous fingers. You untied and opened the contained to find a small, dazzling jewel the light color of lavender on a silver bracelet chain. It was stunning.

“Thank you, Bri. I love it.”

He helped you with the clasping fixture to secure it around your wrist, fitting perfectly.

After a few moments, you began clearing the dishes and washing them in the sink while Brian sat on the counter drying freshly cleaned ones.

“I have another audition tomorrow, if you’d like to come check out the talent,” he piped up over the rushing sound of warm water showering from the faucet. Setting the last ware down, you peeled off your rubber gloves.

“I’d love to, but I'm afraid I won’t be able to stay long. I have another tutoring lesson with that Elaine girl tomorrow.”

“Ah. She’s quite the handful, isn’t she?”

You gave him a very dead-faced expression of regret.

“Well, on the bright side, you’re almost done with tutees forever,” Brian consoled. With that, you felt a great urge to give him some news you’d been keeping from him.

“Okay, Brian, I have something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a few days. The time just never came up, so it’s not that I meant to hide it from you, but…”

His breath hitched.

“...I’ve been offered a nursing position in Helsinki!”

His heart stopped.

“Once I finish my studies, of course.” You were ecstatic at the mere thought of it. It was your dream to move out of England to pursue what you loved, and here the opportunity presented itself.

Brian found himself speechless for the second time that evening, but this was an instance of sorrow rather than delight. He was finally losing you. Actually losing you.

“Helsinki?”

“Mmhmm! I mean, I’ve heard from that hospital in Cardiff too, but I think this is really what I want.”

What you wanted. Brian felt horrible for only thinking about how this would affect him, what he wanted.

“Well, I guess you’d better start working on your Finnish,” he quipped. You laughed and gave him a hug to the best of your ability, with him sitting on the counter still.

He yawned.

“You can go to bed, Bri. I can Finnish up in here.” You waited for a bounding reaction to your terribly funny joke, but Brian only gave you a half-hearted chuckle.

“Thank you,” he slid down from the countertop, “for a great evening, love.”

As he was slinking down the hallway, you called after him. “I’ll see you at the audition!”

Putting the last clean plate in the cupboard, you smiled to yourself. It’s all going to be okay. You went into the bathroom to brush your teeth and cleanse your face, feeling a little melancholy. You were going to apart from your family and friends. Including Brian. Oh God. You shook your head. Don’t be silly. He’s happy for you. He’ll be making a name for himself soon enough. With that, you felt satisfied enough to call it a night and crept to your room, closing the door.

It didn’t creak. You didn’t notice.

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February 15

“He was good,” you said in a low volume.

“He was, yeah, but I don’t know, Y/N.” Brian had said the same thing about the last three drummers who had come into the audition room.

“What was wrong with ‘im? Too tall? Too brunet?”

“I just don’t picture him as the completing piece for Smile.”

Brian did not seem to be in a good mood that afternoon. Maybe it was because he hadn’t slept the night before thinking about you leaving. Maybe it was because he still felt guilty for how he had internally reacted to your wonderful news. Maybe it was because he was seriously considering giving up on the band so he could accompany you to Finland. He wasn’t sure, and it broke his heart that he felt torn between the two loves of his life.

“Well, maybe the next one will be satisfactory,” you encouraged. You weren’t oblivious to Brian’s downer disposition of the day, and you hated seeing him like that. You felt somewhat responsible, realizing you should’ve put more consideration into how you broke the news to him. He always took everything to heart, feeling too deeply. Sometimes you admired that about him, but in moments like this you wished you could free him from that burden.

“I’m going to get you something to drink down the street, I will be back briefly.” You rushed out of the room and paused at the door to flash Brian a grin. He wasn’t looking.

Brian sat alone in silence for what seemed an eternity, only brought out of his sulk by the sound of the door opening. A spritely blond man wearing ridiculous trousers strode into the space.

* * *

You returned shortly, and turned down the hallway to get back to Brian with his grapefruit juice as the blond man came out of the room with extreme confidence. You locked eyes with him as he approached, wowed by his beauty. You blushed as he gave you a once over and smiled. He vanished into the space beyond the hallway, and you were beside yourself with a girlish giddiness you were unaccustomed to.

Coming back into the audition room, you found Brian grinning, contrasting with your last image of him. He turned to you and laughed softly.

“We’ve got a drummer.”

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glamrockmonarch · 6 years ago

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We Are The Lovers - PresentDay!Brian May (Fluff/Smut)

Requests: “Omg I’m a sucker for your older Brian! Could you maybe do something about Brian dating a younger woman who maybe had a kid from another relationship. I don’t even like kids but older dad bri is the sweetest, especially when you’ve written your previous blurbs! Yknow or something really smutty because countryside was bloody amazing! :P I love your blog so much, a definite favourite! XxxX” - Anon

“Okay but can we talk about reader taking care of the 7 musical fox cubs with present day!bri” - Anon

A/N: I put these two requests together simply because I could not help myself the mushy feeling that it brought into my heart. Also, Imma toot my own horn: this is cute af (although I did not proofread because ugh).

You held the little brown cub in your hands and stared down at Danny, your four-year-old son. He is quite inquisitive at the moment, his mind seemed to be more and more awake with every passing day and you sometimes had to make up explanations for his weirdest questions. Lucky for you, you had met Brian the year before and hit it off. Brian was now your boyfriend and although Danny had not spent much time with him, they liked each other, and Brian being a bright mind himself was fascinated by your son’s curiosity. In the past few days, you had been busy working so your son had stayed with Brian a few times during the afternoons, both of them getting to know each other better since you decided to introduce them a few weeks before.

Brian proved to be a wonderful man, and you trusted him to watch your son when you knew his own father would not. It broke your heart, but Danny was so young he could not yet realise how much his father rejected any type of contact with his son. You were just happy to have such an amazing man as Brian in your life who would listen to your son’s rambles and respond with some of his own, somehow Brian still kept up with the childish games, making your son laugh and more than often surprising him with incredible tales.

You were impressed a few days before when you arrived at your boyfriend’s place to pick up your child and found Brian holding a sleeping Danny.

“I showed him to make a stereoscope,” Brian had whispered with Danny fast asleep on his shoulder, Brian’s hand on your boy’s back.

Of course, when you arrived this morning at Brian’s place you were not exactly expecting him to have fox cubs curled up in his kitchen. Danny ran right up to Brian as he usually did, he also looked forward to seeing your boyfriend - at age four he was already on his way to learn how to play the piano, so meeting Brian made him realise he could also play the guitar. You were not too enthused by the prospect of loud evenings at home when he turned thirteen and “you just don’t get it, mom!” became a thing.

For now, Danny held a small furry cub in his small hands, cupping them, too scared of squeezing the animal too hard. This was something else that Brian had started teaching your son; animals are friends. And one must always watch out for his friends. Therefore, Dan was over the moon about the prospect of 1. being able to help save some cute animals, and 2. see something considered more of a baby than himself.

Brian brought a pair of bottles and handed you one of them while helping Danny feed his cub.

“You said they were red,” Danny accused your boyfriend, looking up at him.

With a side smile you looked up at him only for long enough to see him smile with that sort of satisfaction that seemed more personal than shared, he nodded and his curls bounced, he tilted his head to see Danny’s y/e/c eyes.

“They really don’t look it, do they?” Brian paused to watch Danny shake his head, “well, that’s because they are cubs, too young, Dan, to even open their eyes...but they will turn this beautiful ginger colour!”

“Their hair changes?” Danny stared down at the cub in his hands, then turned to look at Brian, “did your hair change too?”

You felt slightly embarrassed listening to the girly voice of your only son, too young to see how that could potentially be offensive. And still, Brian knew how children were and he enjoyed this dynamic with your little one, always curious he sometimes made odd deductions, trying to make sense of the world on his own - mostly getting it wrong but never failing to try.

“Yes!” Brian laughed, your red face turned to look at both males, you watched Dan’s face show an obvious shock while Brian laughed at the peculiar question. “It used to be so dark, almost black!”

Danny, whose hair was a dark shade of blond, just like his father turned to you.

“Mama, is my hair going to be white like Brian’s?” He asked you, his neck bending a funny way.

You shook your head and smiled up at Brian before turning back to your son.

“No,” you played a little bit with your son, “it will be red - like the cubs’!” You insisted.

Brian laughed with you at the expression of pure despair that located on your son’s face. It might have been a bit cruel but your son was so sweet and positive he immediately turned his frown upside down and turned to Brian.

“That means I will get a crown! Like, like...Harry!” He nodded enthusiastically, now excited about the prospect of getting ginger hair.

“I think this one has had enough, Danny...let’s feed one of his sisters, shall we?”

For the better part of the afternoon the three of you sat in Brian’s kitchen to babysit the cubs while Anne got there to pick them up, she was supposed to take them for the night and then pay a visit to the vet in the morning to make sure they were all alright, you could already tell that Danny would not take it well when he had to say goodbye to his sisters and brothers future gingers.

You offered to make dinner while Brian finished feeding the cubs with the willing help of your little boy, although he did not want you to do it on your own you had no problem finding your way around his kitchen. Placing pans on the stove and finding everything you needed in the fridge you stole glances at the two sitting on the floor with the furry animals.

“Why not, Brian?” You thought, “as if I wasn’t already in love: you’re good to Danny too!”

For Brian it was not intentional, he genuinely enjoyed the company of your son; seeing the little boy understand him more and more every time they met.

By the time Anne came and picked up the little fox cubs, Danny was ready to turn in for the night; after having dinner all three of you, the day seemed to have drained his young body of all energy.

As Brian’s friend left, you sat back at the dinner table with your son, pulling him on your lap and allowing for his little arms to wrap around your neck as he cuddled with you, nuzzled in your hair on your shoulder, he fell asleep quickly after proclaiming his admiration for Brian.

“I like Bri, can we hang out tomorrow too?”

This made you laugh, so you nodded and kissed his forehead. “You’ll have to ask him, but I think he would love to!”

The sweet boy pouted and searched for your cheek, kissing you loudly before settling in your arms, feeling loved and safe.

Danny often reminded you of his father, but it was days like this when you saw him as the different person he was; the man he would someday become. You could see him growing closer to Brian, looking up to him and learning with him. You liked this warmth that spread through your chest when Brian came back in and you had your hand on Danny’s messy hair, your cheek against his forehead.

“Is he out?” Your boyfriend wondered.

Smiling you mouthed a yes, not daring to move yet.

“A sweet kid,” Brian praised.

Your boyfriend started picking up the plates and taking them to the kitchen. After he put everything away he came back and leant down to press a soft kiss against your temple, his hand squeezing your shoulder with a tender touch.

“We should go,” you whispered, reaching up and placing your hand on his still on your shoulder.

Brian sighed and looked back at the hall leading to the door. “I’ll just get my jacket.”

“That’s okay, I’ll take an uber.”

“No.”

He stood his ground and left you to get his black jacket on; coming back holding both yours and Danny’s. He watched you get up from the chair and wrapped your jacket around your shoulders and covered part of Danny’s body with it as well.

“Thanks,” you mumbled at him, giving him a toothy grin.

Brian rarely drove his car, so you took it this was a sort of special occasion. You had to sit Danny in the backseat to secure the seat belt around his body, much to your surprise he did not wake up. Riding in the front next to Brian you picked up a light conversation, joking and laughing together while he drove.

“Alright, alright, next time you have to cook!” You teased him after he told you about his mother’s cooking skills.

“No, no...I wouldn’t do her any justice, love.” Brian patted your knee.

As his fingers lingered on your exposed skin, you brought your hand on top of his and giggled.

“Should’ve thought of that before telling me!”

Brian turned his hand around so your fingers could intertwine and you looked back at Danny for a moment, checking on him.

“He wants to hang out with you tomorrow.” You wiggled your brows at Brian and heard him chuckle. “Maybe you could come at...let’s say six?”

“Yes, of course.” Brian smiled, trying to hide his enthusiasm and failing to do so.

Arriving at your place Brian picked Danny out from the seat and carried him inside while you opened and held the door open for him. Closing it carefully behind him, you pointed the way to his room. At last, Brian placed your son on his own bed and you took off his size two sneakers, placing them on the ground before pulling his pjs out of one of the drawers with Brian watching you, helping as he could. Your boyfriend picked up the dinosaurs pjs and warmed them up in his hands while you got Danny out of his little jeans and jumper.

“Thanks,” you said to Brian as he handed you a warmed up pair of pants.

“You know, I am a parent too.” He reminded you.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, it was not like you could forget with all what was being said on the press about how you were younger than his youngest daughter and all…

Kissing your son’s cheek you pulled the covers over his body and wished him sweet dreams. Brian watched your every move, admiring you and taking you in. It had not been long that he was presented to this side of you: the motherly one. He was completely lost in the tenderness of your eyes when you looked at your baby boy; the boy was bright as a red light. Brian was taken aback by some of his reasonings, he was not a bad kid only a curious confident one; which was not always easy to deal with...but entertaining for sure.

When you stood from the side of Danny's bed Brian kissed his palm and pressed it gently on the kid’s forehead. How could he not? The boy was making it hard for him not to spend the entire day by your side.

Stepping out of the dark child’s room, you waited for Brian. Opening your arms you invited your boyfriend in for a hug once he closed the door behind himself. With your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“I think you have made a little friend, Dr. May,” you squeezed your lips together to stop from laughing.

“I think I have!” He pecked the tip of your nose. “Goodnight.”

Brian kissed you again, his arms still wrapped around your waist, although this time you felt attached to him, refusing to let him go, heat spreading from within your stomach as you felt lips move against yours ever so slowly. Following his lead you slid your hands down his neck and followed the line provided by his unbuttoned shirt, tickling him with the tips of your fingers.

Recognising the need in your kiss, Brian pulled you closer, sneaking his hands down your back until he reached your butt and squeezed you against him, making you whine.

“Don’t leave,” you mumbled against his lips, barely opening your eyes with your nose grazing his as you felt your heartbeat quicken.

Unable to resist, Brian tilted his head and captured your lips in a new hard kiss. He slid his tongue inside your mouth and made you weak in the knees.

Stepping back in the direction of your room down the hall, you slipped from his grasp with swollen lips.

“You coming?” You asked him playfully.

Brian followed as you turned around and made your way to your own room, throwing your jacket away on the floor as Brian closed the door behind you, locking it just in case. You went to your dresser to take your earrings off and step out of your shoes, only for Brian to come up behind you. His hand pulls your hair to the side and he starts kissing your neck, now touching your sides and pushing his body on yours, his growing erection pressed against your arse. You tilt your head to the side and finish taking the earrings and bracelets off in time for his hands to come up and squeeze your breasts. You had only slept together a couple of times, but you already knew that he could get quite dominant if he meant to. Seemingly, tonight he was going for it.

“You’re so soft,” he spoke on your ear and you were left with nothing to do but let him feel you up in front of your dresser mirror.

You gasped at his touch once his calloused hands went under your skirt and squeezed your butt, reaching up you tangled your hands on his hair and arched your back against him. Brian’s hands followed the line of your panties and then he sneaked his hand inside them, his fingers brushing right over your clit, your legs almost giving out as he went further and slid two fingers inside your wet pussy, pumping them rather harshly as he watched you in the mirror. Eyes closed and mouth hanging open.

“Brian…” you felt your own juices coating his fingers as his fingers fucked you.

Brian kissed your shoulder and you touched his cheek, a miserable moan escaping your lips as you tried to stand on your feet the whole time.

“Feels good?” Brian bit your shoulder. “Does it feel good, love?”

“Yes…” you had to support yourself on the dresser when he slid his thumb across your clit, his fingers still working your pussy. “Brian-yes!” You felt yourself edging closer as he curled his fingers inside you, playing with you a little rough. “I want you, I want you so bad...Bri…” You admitted.

“Show me.”

Brian watched in ecstasy as you started to come undone under his touch. You opened your eyes and found him staring, you stared back into his dark eyes as he brought you closer to the edge, and finally, you bit your lip as you came, aware that you could not get too loud with Danny in the house.

Brian took in a deep breath as you clenched around his fingers and he loved the feeling, knowing he was making you feel this good. He let go of you and watched as you turned around in wobbly legs; you kissed him and sucked on his bottom lip.

“Can I make you feel good too, Bri?” You started undoing a couple of buttons Brian actually buttoned that morning.

With a smile you pushed his shirt off and pushed your dress off, letting it fall to the ground and pool around you as you took off your bra and watched Brian take his pants off. You climbed on the bed and pulled the covers away so at least those would be at the feet of the bed and wouldn’t be stained with your body fluids by morning. Brian dropped his underwear along with the rest of your clothes and climbed on top of you, kissing your back and leaving a trail up your body with his lips. You turned and faced him, eager to take off your panties, you kissed his cheek and neck as you wiggled out of the little pink underwear, now soaked by your previous orgasm. You watched Brian lick his lips before kissing you, returning the gesture he bit your lip and made you moan when he pulled your legs apart and teased you by sliding his cock along your slit. You wrapped your legs around his waist and put your arms under his, brushing his back with your fingertips as you arched your back, giving him good access to your neck and breasts. Brian gave your neck small playful bites and left open-mouthed kisses along the valley of your breasts before taking his cock in his hand, driving it right into your wetness, he pressed his nose against your cheek and reveled in the feeling of your tight pussy around him as he sank inside you in a single hard thrust, your moan lost in a gasp as you felt him fill you up. With little time to adjust you dug your nails on his back and kissed his cheek and chin as he pulled almost all the way out, thrusting his hips right back into yours, picking up a steady pace soon, leaving you moaning and gasping for air, your hips jerking up to meet his, your body felt hot and his skin on yours was the sweetest burn of them all… You hooked your leg to his hip and felt your toes curl in pure pleasure as his cock brushed against your most sensitive spot, somewhere so deep inside you your first instinct was to clench around him. Brian moaned along with you, feeling close, encouraged by the quiet sounds leaving your mouth, you just felt so good wrapped around him. So warm and welcoming.

“Bri, don’t stop, I-” you slid your hands down his back and tried your best to pull him closer to you, wanting nothing more than to have him buried inside you, fucking you so well, you threw your head, “‘m cumming…”

“Yeah?” Brian remained relentless in his ministrations, “cum for me, love.”

Brian breathed heavily against your neck, his hips losing their regular pace as he too neared his own orgasm; he kissed your collarbone and pulled your hips forward as he fucked you through your high, feeling your walls clench and release and clench again around him. So perfect he could not help himself, he emptied his seed inside you.

Your hand dragged up to his shoulders and you cupped his face with one hand, watching his face as he came, his cock twitching inside you still; his eyes were closed and his mouth pouted the form of a little “o”. You kissed the corner of his lips and felt his lips look for yours, letting him find them you kissed again, your bodies brushing against each other for a moment longer before Brian pulled away and rolled away from you on his back so he would not crush you under his weight when he collapsed, exhausted as he was.

After a few minutes catching your breaths, Brian rolled on his side and kissed your shoulder, seeing some marks left by himself all over your body.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, getting up and going into your bathroom.

Brian helped you clean up and after throwing the paper towel away, he came back to bed, holding you in his arms as you rested your head on his chest.

“I’m so glad I didn’t give up birth control…” you mumbled half-jokingly.

“That’ll be two of us.” Brian agreed, his thumb caressing your skin as it went back and forth.

“Only two,” you tilt your head back and look up at him, “Danny has been wondering if I’ll “get him” a brother soon.”

Brian simply chuckled. “What have you told him?”

“I offered to take him to the movies instead,” you smile and laugh, covering your face for a moment, “he forgot everything about it!”

Brian laughed along with you, pulling you closer to him. “I tell you, wonderful child!”

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viva-la-fangirl · 6 years ago

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Yesterday

*sorry about any grammar mistakes! hope you like it anyway*

**Not a requirement but I listened to Yesterday by the Beatles, it’s such a beautiful song**

Words: 1.3k

Summary: You and Roger are living a great life. Since getting back it’s been nothing bliss, touching and some devils tango time. The love you two share is strong and mutual. A phone call interrupts a perfectly good morning but will it ruin a perfectly good life?

You woke up before you opened your eyes. You could tell the sun was shining through the windows but didn’t want to get up at the moment. You felt the peace of the world and felt perfectly in tune. Roger’s warm arm was wrapped around you. He was holding you tighter than usual since he got back from tour only two days ago. He wanted to touch you as often as he could. He wanted to touch your skin and make you realize how much he missed you.

Slowly you opened your eyes and saw all the clothes that had been thrown around the room from the night before. The pair of you had gone out to dinner with your parents since Roger had returned. It was a great dinner. Even a better night once you came back.

“Roger,” you mumbled his name under his lips. As soon as the door was closed he put his lips onto your like he needed it live. “You cannot be that worked up already,”

“I’ve been worked up since dinner love,” Roger gasped in between kisses. “You, in that dress, god you were basically begging me to look at you all dinner long.” Roger’s hand laid on your hips pulling you closer to him.

That might have been true. You wore the simple but elegant black dress that Roger loved on you. It was off the shoulder, tight in the places that it flattered you and honestly just looked hot.

“You’re really going to shag me after talking to my parents for hours? Aren’t you tired?” you asked actually concerned. Roger’s sleeping habits were always a bit off when he came back.

“I sleep better with you,” Roger admitted lovingly. “I sleep better after showing you how much I missed you,” he buried his head in your shoulder and hugged you tight. He peppered your neck with little kisses and ran your hands lower. It sent goosebumps up your spine.

“Roger,” you whispered.

“Mhm?” he answered not taking his attention from your neck.

“I missed you more than you’ll ever know,” you put your hands on the bottom up he wore and started to work the buttons.

“Let me make it up to you,” Roger lifted you up and carried you into the bedroom.

Usually when the pair of you had sex it was fast, rough and loud- it was how the both of you liked it. But the type you had last night, it was as much sex as it was making love to one another. It was intimate, sweaty, with each of you taking turns to please the others.

The thought of last night made your toes curl and smile guiltily. Roger was yours. He was the one you got to make love to. He was the one who had his arm protectively around you.

Slowly, making sure not to wake up Roger now that he was finally sleeping, you turned to face Roger. You didn’t care that he thought you looking at him sleeping was creepy, you like looking at him. He was handsome. His full lips were slightly parted and his hair was messed up from you pulling on it last night. He had long eyelashes that you envied. His breathes were deep. He smelled like cheap cologne and cigarettes. You missed him more than you let yourself believe.

While you loved seeing Roger love something and pursue something, it always hurt when he left for months at a time. You trusted him, despite other’s warnings of the drummer’s womanizing tendencies. Hell, the first time you met Roger, you were out in the parking with your cousin Brain meeting his band after one of their gigs. Roger came out the backdoor looking flushed with a black-haired woman trailing behind him. You rolled your eyes at him not even attempting to hide it. But once the groupie ran off Roger sat down in the back of the van next to John and made friendly conversation and some flirtatious comments. You tried to play hard to get and mainly talked to other three guys. But out of the corner of your eye you saw how he smiled and looked at you. Even the memory made your heart flutter just as much as it did that night.

It was odd to think that took place over five years ago. Since then you had become a great friend to each of the members. John and you had quiet conversations about the latest movies and music. You and Freddie often had friendly arguments about how you thought dogs were way better than cats and him being offended. Brain how can this lunatic be related to you? Probably came from your mother’s side. You and Bri had been close cousins since you were in diapers. You were only about two years younger than him and as a kid wanted his approval for everything. He was so friendly and well like you wanted to do anything to be like him.

Even you and Roger, before dating, became close friends. You teased him about his numerous women and he teased you about the only one you had been with. You talked about other bands, movies, Bri growing up. Bri had actually actively tried to keep you from meeting Roger not wanting his friend hitting on his cousin.

That turned out well. You laughed now.

Slowly, you and Roger talked more, hung out without the company of the guys, and you started to become more hostile towards women he would bring around.

You tried to distract yourself with a boyfriend, a guy you really liked, it seemed serious- or at least you tried to convince yourself. It lasted a little over two years before you two broke up. It was an awful break up honestly. As soon as you mentioned taking some time away from each other he went crazy. Told you awful thing to keep you with him. Mentally screwed with you. It took a lot longer than you would have liked to leave him.

There was one night it all came to a head and you cried to Bri and the guys after the cops had left. Roger got the angriest over what happened. He threw plates and cups as you sat in Freddie’s house telling them what happened. Freddie didn’t even try and stop him. It was like trying to put a collar around a bull. It was that night you realized how much you mean to Roger and how much he meant to you.

Now almost three years later you had a feeling Roger was going to propose. He made a point to talk to your mother more. He seemed to want to know what your father’s interests were and what he likes to do generally. He talked about getting a house and even manetioned a dog. It’ll drive Freddie mad. He laughed. You hoped your hunch wasn’t in vain. You would love to wake up next to him forever.

“(Y/N)?” Roger cooed in a low voice bringing you out of your thoughts.

“I’m here,” you scooched closer. He was so warm, like your own personal blanket.

“You been awake long?” he sighed, slightly opening one eye.

“Not really,” you leaned in and kissed him lightly. “you’re cute when you sleep.”

“I told you that’s weird,” Roger laughed a little bit.

“I think it’s romantic,” you said softly.

The pair of you laid there, wrapped up in each other’s warmth. Roger turned onto his back and you traced your hand along his chest.

“We should get up,” you said.

“Should. Not that we have to,” Roger pulled you in closer.

“Common Rog,” you sat up not bothered at the fact that the blanket didn’t cover your bare chest. You felt Roger stare at you.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer,” you shot.

“Trust me, I have the ones you gave me for tour and they are no substitutes for the real ones,” Roger kissed just beside your nipple causing you to shiver with delight. A reminder of what last night brought.

The ring of the phone forced you out of taking in Roger’s touch.

“I have to get that,” you groaned.

“No, ignore them.” Roger pleaded. “Stay here with me,”

“It might be important,” you started to get out of bed. You threw on a shirt. It happened to be Roger’s white shirt from the night before.

“(Y/N),” Roger whimpered. “God I forgot how hot you looked in my clothes,”

The phone kept ringing.

“Then come on and get a good view,” you snickered as you ran into the kitchen where the phone was. You giggle as Roger jumped out of bed pulling on some underwear and follow you into the kitchen.

He was wrapping his hands around your waist, causing you to giggle like a school girl when answering the phone.

“Hello?” you subdued a laugh.

“Is this (Y/N) (L/N)?” an unfamiliar voice asked.

“This is she,” you answered curiously.

“He’s out,”

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getaandlucius · 6 years ago

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EVERGREEN LOVE, part 9

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 , part 8, part 10

Summary; You join Freddie, Rog, Bri and Mary on a spontaneous roadtrip to a cabin of Brian’s uncle in Scotland but it starts snowing heavily while on the road.

Wordcount; 2,1k

Warnings; Swearing and fluff. I mean two days crammed in a tiny space, hellooa fighting boys and sexual tension:)

Smutt will come along the way, stay tuned:))))))))

Thankyou for reading everybody! I love you to pieces! Please let me know what you think of this part, I live for feedback:) If you like it, feel free to reblog! Means the world to me<3 <3 I love you forever, yours always x

p.s. if you wonder where that precious bean of a john deacy is; he joined the band later when it was queen instead of smile! If you miss him, feel free to request!

‘Not that damn country music again!’ Roger came out of his seat and bended forward to reach for the radio.

‘Hey! Driver is king!’ Brian objected and swatted his hand away. You were in the van heading to Scotland and it had been like this for the past two hours.

‘King my ass! If I hear another Johnny Cash song I swear I’m gonna jump out of the moving van voluntarily.’

‘Be my guest.’

‘I quite like it actually.’ Freddie who was sitting behind Brian commented and bopped his head to the rhythm. ‘It has a nice vibe to it don’t you think Rog?’

‘Not after the five hours we’ve been listening to it, no I don’t Fred.’ Roger fumed.

‘Rog get your ass out of my face and sit down.’ You demanded and tried pulling him back by his elbow.

‘Hey! You should be on my side!’ Roger spoke indignantly.

Brian laughed and turned up the volume. ‘Y/N has good taste, unlike our princess Rog over here.’

‘Well I couldn’t agree more.’ You affirmed. ‘But I just don’t wanna die just yet, alright guys. ’

Roger finally sat down but not before quickly grabbing a handful of crisps and throwing it at Brian’s back.

‘Hey! What the hell Rog!’ Brian cried out annoyed and shook his shoulders to get rid of the crisps. ‘Don’t distract the driver!’

You could see Rogers hand now sneakily reaching for the bag of chocolates but you caught his wrist right in the act before he could cause any more damage.

‘Rog, I swear to god, calm the fuck down.’ You said, trying to sound serious but not succeeding very well.

‘Or what?’ He asked with a smirk, looking at you.

‘Or I’ll cut your precious hair in your sleep tonight.’ You replied, narrowing your eyes at him.

‘Ha.’ He had an amusing look in his eyes. ‘You are feisty today. I like it.’

‘Just tired.’ You replied and rubbed your forehead.

‘Oh, I can see that babygirl.’ He said, smiling sweetly. You wanted to hit his arm for agreeing you looked tired but he caught your wrist in the air, just like you did before with his.

‘Let’s not start a fight like you said hmm?’ He reminded you, looking at you intensely. You groaned but your heart was beating in your chest. If only he knew the effect he had on you.

He let you go and you shifted your body to find a comfortable position. Maybe it was indeed better you got some sleep. It would be a long trip and your eyelids were heavy.

You had been in the car for three hours so far, two of which consisted of arguing and fighting. It was like you entered a family. Everyone already seemed to know each other for ages and you felt strangely at home and completely accepted as well. It was a genuine group of people and they made you feel at ease.

You also had to agree with Roger that Freddie was pretty damn cool. He did indeed have wicked style and even though he seemed quiet at times, when he did say something it was always something interesting or smart or witty. He had something about him but you didn’t know just quite what it was. You also noticed he seemed very much drawn to Mary, which Brian didn’t really seem to mind. You wondered if they were even still together as you hadn’t seen them close in a long time.

When Roger had picked you up from uni that afternoon you’d quickly stopped by your apartment to pick up some clothes and a toothbrush, as he told you the plan was to drive all the way up to Scotland which would take up to one and a half days. You were going to visit a country-house of an uncle of Brian who used it as his holiday residence but only during the summer months.

Apparently there had been a forecast predicting the northern lights could be spotted up there in the north.

‘That’s why we are going to drive for two days?’ You had asked.

‘No.’ Roger replied. ‘I mean yes, Brian loves that shit, but it’s also a wicked house with a fire place and great scotch.’

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You yawned and closed your eyes.

‘Can I have those chocolates, Rog?’ Freddie asked. ‘Mary wants some.’

‘Sure thing.’

You started to drift off, the sounds turning blurry and fading to the background. You were almost out when something briefly pulled you back to your consciousness.

‘Your girl is starting to fall asleep Rog.’ Brian noticed, looking in the rearview. Your girl. Had he actually said that? Did they see you as rogers girl? That made you happier then it probably should. You had to suppress a smile since you were pretending to be asleep and tried relaxing your face.

‘Yes she probably needs it, with all the exams.’ You could hear Roger say softly and you started to drift off again. You shifted a little so your head rested on his shoulder and he let it.

When you woke up it was dark outside. You slowly started to recognize voices but kept your eyes closed.

‘You aren’t even listening.’ You could hear Brian say.

Roger groaned. ‘Yes, God help me I am.’

‘Then what did I just say.’

‘You were saying that neutron stars, which are leftovers from the deaths of massive stars in supernova explosions, are so dense that just a bowlul of neutron star material has more mass than the moon.’

‘Ha I finally got through to you! You see, astrophysics is hella interesting huh?’ Brian said, clearly surprised but equally impressed.

‘Nah I’m just bored.’ Roger replied while yawning loudly.

‘Wait, don’t fall asleep just yet! You know what’s even more fascinating?’

Roger sighed, not even trying to hide his disinterest. ‘No. Please do enlighten me Bri.’

‘Planet Saturn would float on water.’ Brian said. ‘Float on water! I mean, isn’t that just beyond? It’s actually the only planet in our solar system that would.’

‘Okay that’s…. that is actually pretty wicked Bri.’ Roger conceded, a trace of genuine excitement in his tired voice. Maybe he wanted to sleep a bit as well.

‘What time is it?’ You asked, voice raspy from the sleep.

‘Ah she’s awake.’ Brian said and looked at the clock above the speedometer. ‘It’s 21;30’

‘Oh jeez. How far is it still?’ You asked.

‘Not too long left for today.’ Brian answered and gave you a smile through the rearview mirror. ‘The snowfall is starting to get very heavy anyway and we should get some rest.’

‘Are we sleeping in the van?’ Mary asked.

‘Unfortunately I’m afraid so.’

‘Oh darlin, we could have easily booked a hotel!’ Freddie complained, shaking his head.

‘Too expensive, Fred.’ Brian replied, giving him an apologetic smile.

You got out of your sleeping position and looked out of the window. The light from the front headlights caught the snowflakes in a soft glow and you saw Brian was right. The snow was starting to get more and more heavy.

Half an hour later you spotted something on the side of the road.

‘There was a sign just now. Did you see it Bri?’

‘No?’

‘Maybe it’s saying there’ll be a gas-station in a few miles.’ You uttered.

‘Okay I’ll keep my eyes open.’ Brian replied and bended forward to be closer to the window.

After five minutes indeed a gas station showed up and Brian took a left turn. He drove around the station and pulled up on the side.

‘Alright guys. Time to get some rest.’ He said and you noticed Roger was already gone, head fallen backwards and lips slightly parted. You smiled and put your head back on his shoulder.

‘Goodnight everybody.’

‘Goodnight darlings.’ Freddie said.

Brian turned the engine off. ‘Yes, sleep well people.’

And with that you drifted off again.

When you woke up you thought it was still dark out as there was almost no light coming in through the windows. You moved a little, body stiff from the cold and quickly realized the van was completely covered in snow. Brian, Mary and Freddie were up as well but Roger was still sound asleep, looking so peaceful your heart ached a little.

‘Ah for fucks sake.’ You heard Brian curse from under his breath and realized he was trying to start the engine without having much success.

‘It’s not working, is it.’ Freddie stated.

‘No it’s not Fred.’ Brian replied and you couldn’t help but notice the tiny trace of annoyance in Brian’s voice. He seemed worried.

‘We need to clear the snow around it first.’ Mary said. ‘We should go outside.’

‘Yeah you’re right.’ Brian agreed and rubbed his hands together to warm them up. ‘Let’s go outside everybody! Y/N can you wake up that sleepyhead, we need him.’ You nodded and turned to Roger.

‘Rog?’ You shook his shoulder. ‘Rog.’ He groaned something you couldn’t understand. ‘Ey Taylor, we need you.’ You spoke, raising your voice. He still kept his eyes closed but started to gain consciousness so in a whim you took your icy-cold hands and slid them in the collar of his jacket, resting them against the warm skin of his neck. He shrieked and dived away from you and your cold hands.

‘What the fuck?’ He cried out, eyes big and confused as to how you could be so cruel. ‘Do you want me dead, woman?’

‘No but we need to clear the snow around the van or we will die up here actually.’ You plainly stated.

Roger looked around, still disorientated from just waking up.

‘What happened?’

‘Heavy snowfall. We’re completely covered up. Now let’s go.’

You grabbed the door handle and tried to open it. You pulled and pushed but it was completely stuck. You wondered how the others succeeded in opening theirs as the door wouldn’t move in the lightest bit.

You wanted to try a different door when you suddenly felt Roger leaning into you, using his weight to help you open it, his body pressed up against yours.

You could feel his breath on your cheek when he spoke. ‘One, two, three.’ He counted and on three you both crashed your weight into the door, finally causing it to open. You landed in the knee-deep snow and had to blink a few times, trying to get your eyes used to the impossible brightness of the outdoors. The whole world was white and unrecognizable. The gas station was clearly closed and you wondered if had ever been open, as it looked completely deserted.

Freddie, Mary and Brian were already grabbing arms full of snow from around the van and throwing it elsewhere. Freddie seemed in an awfully good mood compared to the others and was humming some kind of melody you didn’t recognize. You noticed none of them were wearing gloves.

Roger and you both joined them and started diving into the thick snow, a shiver running down your spine from the cold against your skin.

After half an hour of intensive work the van was cleared of enough snow to be able to move, would the engine ever start working again.

‘You need to turn the start key and hold it for ten seconds while pushing gently on the gas paddle.’ Roger instructed Brian when you were back in the van, sitting next to him. ‘Why couldn’t I drive again?’

‘Because it’s not your van, and you don’t know the way to the cabin.’ Brian explained, following Rogers instructions and pushing on the gas paddle.

After three tries they did indeed succeed to get it started again and you sighed relieved. You didn’t bring any food with you besides some oranges, candy and crushed sandwiches so you would have died either of the cold or starvation.

Brian started driving slowly towards the road and you noticed there were no cars, not a single one.

‘We have to get to the main road again.’ He said, turning left. ‘They probably cleared most of the snow there.’

‘How far is it to the cabin?’ You asked.

‘Just over two hundred miles, but it might take long considering the snow.’

Roger chuckled. ‘We are going to get so sick of each other, god help us.’ He spoke dramatically, then turned around in his seat.

‘Especially of you, love.’ He added, teasingly touching your cheek with his cold hands to get back at you for earlier, but it was a very weak and soft come-back.

‘Ugh, don’t get me started.’ You replied with a smirk.

This boy was going to be the end of you.

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a-second-hand-sorrow · 6 years ago

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Dance With Me? Part 2 (Brian May X Reader)

WC: 2677

Warnings: Some swearing, slight sexual references, it is So Fluffy omg

Summary: After popping the question, Y/N and Brian inform their closest friends and family, before finally getting married.

A/N: This is obviously a continuation to Dance With Me? but an anon also requested wedding day fluff with Brian so I kinda killed two birds with one stone lol. Also I know Freddie didn’t move into Garden Lodge until 1986 but for the sake of my fictional timeline let’s pretend he was there in 1979. Hope y’all enjoy!

BORHAP MASTERLIST

December 25th 1978

Y/N awoke that morning feeling pure joy from head to toe. Last night Brian had proposed to her and naturally, she accepted. She glanced over at her sleeping fiancé and snuggled into his chest, smiling as she heard his steady heartbeat.

Y/N pressed a few light kisses to Brian’s chest, feeling content as she looked at the peaceful expression on his face. She closed her eyes again and tried to get a little bit more sleep, but she felt Brian stir and he let out a groan. “Morning, love.” Brian muttered, noticing that Y/N’s eyes were open.

“Morning Bri. How’d you sleep?” Y/N asked, kissing his cheek softly. Brian smiled and wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, running his fingers absentmindedly along her arm.

“Like a baby. You?” He asked, his hair an incredibly curly mess. Y/N took in a deep breath and smiled to herself, relishing in the calm and domestic moment.

“Best sleep ever. Now, Mr May, I believe it is Christmas morning and I’m hungry and excited for presents.” Y/N said, pecking Brian’s lips as she lifted the covers off them, slipping on Brian’s old shirt and her engagement ring.

“You look so beautiful. I swear I should give you my whole wardrobe.” Brian said, running a hand through his hair as he took in the sight of Y/N. She blushed at his words, pulling her hair up and tying it back.

“As much as I love seeing you naked, I don’t think that would be a good idea, darling.” Y/N said, and Brian chuckled as he stepped out of bed, putting on a t-shirt and his boxers.

“Are we going to tell my family this morning? You know, about the engagement?” Y/N said, intertwining her hand with Brian’s larger one. He brought their conjoined hands up to his lips and kissed her knuckles, giving her a reassuring smile.

“Only if you’re ok with it.” Brian said, and Y/N nodded, kissing his cheek as they walked down the stairs to the living room.

“I’m very much ok with it. I love you, Brian May.” Y/N said, smiling brightly at him. Brian felt his heart flip, thanking whatever force it was that brought them together because he wasn’t sure how his life would have been without Y/N in it.

“I see the lovebirds have risen. Merry Christmas.” Lucy said, perched on the arm of the family couch. Y/N rolled her eyes and gave her sister a brief hug before sitting down next to Brian.

“Where’s mum and dad?” Y/N asked, glancing at the brightly lit up tree and all the presents that sat underneath it.

“Just in the kitchen, Y/N/N. You can start opening presents now, don’t worry.” Jo chimed in, sticking her head out from the kitchen. Y/N smiled and nodded, making her way to the base of the tree.

Soon all the presents were opened, and the floor was a sea of discarded gift tags and torn wrapping paper. Y/N was sitting on Brian’s lap and she looked up at him, sending him a non-verbal request to bring up the engagement. Brian smiled and nodded, watching as she stood up and cleared her throat.

“Hey guys, Brian and I have something we’d like to tell you.” Y/N said, and Brian nodding, standing up beside her. Y/N’s parents and sister turned to face them, and Y/N took in a shaky breath.

“Well, last night while you guys were at church Brian proposed to me. We’re getting married!” Y/N said, and her mother let out a cry of excitement, rushing forward to hug the couple.

“Oh congratulations! You’d better treat her well, Brian.” Jo said, wiping away a tear of joy from her eyes.

“Trust me, Mrs Y/L/N. I intend to.” Brian said, and Jo smiled, giving them one more hug before sitting down.

“Brian you’re family now. Call me Jo, please.” She said, and Brian chuckled, nodding his head with a smile on his face.

“Congrats guys, but just so you two know I knew the second you walked downstairs.” Lucy said smartly, and Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, looking at her sister with a confused expression.

“The ring. I saw it as soon as you came down, plus you talk with your hands, Y/N.” Lucy said, and Y/N chuckled in embarrassment, and Brian wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“Oh shit, we have to tell the boys. What time is it in London?” Y/N exclaimed, and Brian paused for a moment, glancing at the living room clock.

“It should be about 9 at night. They’ll all still be awake, so we’re good. Can we use your phone please?” Brian asked, and Y/N’s father nodded. The couple darted off to the study where the phone was kept and quickly dialled Freddie’s number.

“Hello?” Freddie answered, unsure of who was calling him at such an hour.

“Fred, it’s me. Brian’s here as well, and we have some exciting news for you.” Y/N said, and though she couldn’t see it Freddie sat up straighter, eager to hear what she had to say.

“Go on, don’t keep me waiting darling.” Freddie said, and Y/N chuckled, smiling before answering him.

“Brian proposed to me last night. We’re getting married, Fred.” Y/N said, and Freddie let out an excited screech, causing Y/N and Brian to let out a laugh.

“Oh that is just wonderful. I was wondering how long it would take for him to pop the question. When are you thinking of having the wedding?” Freddie asked, and Y/N shrugged her shoulders.

“Not sure. September, maybe October next year.” Y/N said, glancing at Brian for confirmation.

“Lovely. I really must go but I am so happy for the both of you. Send Brian and your family my love, please Y/N.” Freddie said, and Y/N nodded, wishing him a good night as she hung up the phone.

“Fred wanted me to send you his love.” Y/N said, and Brian chuckled at his friend’s behaviour before putting Roger’s number into the phone, holding it close to his ear as it rung.

“Rog, it’s me mate. How are you?” Brian said once Roger had picked up, glad to be hearing his friend’s voice.

“Good, good. How are you? Australia treating you well?” Roger asked, causing Brian to let out a chuckle as he remembered his arrival at Brisbane airport.

“It’s bloody hot I’ll tell you that, but other than that it’s been great. I, uh, I actually asked Y/N to marry me last night.” Brian said, causing Roger to finally be quiet for the first time in ages.

“And? What did she say?” Roger questioned after a brief pause, and Y/N smirked, jumping in on the conversation.

“I said yes Rog! As if my answer would be anything but yes.” Y/N exclaimed, and both Roger and Brian were beaming.

“I’m so happy for you both. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Brian as happy as when he’s with you, Y/N. Soon you’ll be Mrs May, isn’t that weird?” Roger said, the happiness evident in his voice. Roger and Y/N had been friends since Smile and he really was happy to see his two best friends end up together.

“It is but I’m looking forward to it.” Y/N said, earning a kiss on the forehead from Brian.

“We’ve got to call John. See you when we get back, Roger.” Brian said, exchanging goodbyes before hanging up.

“Two down, one to go.” Y/N muttered as she called John, the phone pressed against her ear.

“I love you so much.” Brian whispered into Y/N’s ear, wrapping his arms around her waist lovingly.

“Deacy? It’s Y/N. How are you?” Y/N asked, grinning as Brian pressed soft kisses to her neck and shoulders.

“I’m good. How are you?” John asked, polite as always.

“Engaged, actually. Brian proposed last night, and we wanted to tell you.” Y/N said, and John let out a noise of surprise.

“Oh that’s wonderful! Congratulations. You’ll have to show Freddie the ring once you get back, see if it’s up to his standards.” John said, causing Y/N to let out a laugh as she nodded.

“You’re quite right, Deacy. Sorry, we have to go have breakfast, but we’ll see you when we get back. Night!” Y/N said, turning around to face Brian once the call was over.

“You reckon your parents will mind if we’re a bit late for breakfast, because you look so hot in my clothes it’s driving me slightly mad.” Brian said, and Y/N felt her cheeks flush at her fiancé’s words.

“I’m sure they won’t mind.”

September 9th 1979

Y/N took in a deep breath, realising the finality of everything that was happening. She was getting married today. Properly married to the man of her dreams, which is always nice.

“God it is fucking freezing. Why couldn’t you have gotten our dresses with matching fur coats?” Lucy exclaimed, bringing Y/N from her thoughts.

“Can you imagine if we’d had the wedding in Brisbane? All the Brits would be dying even more so than us, plus you guys haven’t met Brian’s family yet and I thought it would be easier this way.” Y/N said, rambling slightly due to the adrenaline pumping through her system.

“I get it, but that doesn’t fix the cold.” Lucy muttered, adjusting her lavender maid of honour dress.

“I don’t see what you’re complaining about. This is a rather warm day.” Mary said, fixing her earrings as she looked in the mirror.

“Thank you, Mary. Maybe that’ll give my griping sister some perspective.” Y/N said, staring pointedly at Lucy who turned her gaze elsewhere.

“Oh Y/N you look so beautiful. I can see why Brian has had his eyes on you since uni.” Ruth, Brian’s mother, said, and Y/N swung around to face her with a kind smile, but also a hint of shock.

“Uni? Ruth we’ve only been together four and a bit years.” Y/N said, and Ruth shrugged her shoulders, clasping Y/N’s hands in hers.

“He’s been in love with you for longer than that, he’s just a bit shy our Brian, but look where we are now. You make him so happy, Y/N, and I can tell he certainly makes you happy too.” Ruth said, lightly squeezing Y/N’s hands.

“Ruth stop, you’re going to make me cry and I can’t have that just yet. I just got my makeup done.” Y/N said, and Ruth laughed softly, wiping away a stray tear.

“Well I should probably go, but I’ll see you up there.” Ruth said, waving at Y/N as she made her way back into the garden where the wedding was taking place.

Given that neither Brian nor Y/N were awfully religious, they decided to have their wedding at Freddie’s residence Garden Lodge. The ceremony would be out on the ‘lawn’ and the reception would be inside the house itself.

“It’s time. Let’s go, ladies.” Lucy announced, clapping her hands as the bridal party made its way to the garden. Y/N was nervous, feeling her hands shake slightly around the bouquet.

“It’s ok, Y/N/N. You’ll be fine.” Her dad whispered, looping his arm through hers as the bridesmaids went along the path, making their way to the floral arch at the end.

Suddenly the wedding march began playing and everyone stood up as Y/N proceeded down the red carpet that had been rolled out as the aisle, at Freddie’s request. She waved at a few family members on both sides of the aisle, shaking her head slightly when she saw Brian’s best men.

Brian had decided not to have groomsmen, but instead to have three best men because he didn’t want the band breaking up over the position of best man. Y/N thought it was definitely a good idea because she had witnessed first-hand what happens when they get angry.

She gave them a bright smile, but she turned her head and her breath hitched when she made eye contact with Brian.

He looked so good in his tux, and he was giving her the widest smile, tears trickling down his face. Y/N gave him a smile back as she drew closer to the ‘altar’, taking in a shaky breath as she fought back tears.

Y/N’s dad gave her a pat on the arm reassuringly before going back to his seat, leaving Y/N facing Brian, who was beaming at his soon to be wife. “You look so stunning.” He whispered, and YN’s smile grew at his words.

She tuned out to the officiant’s words for most of the ceremony, focused only on the man standing in front of her. Suddenly she was brought back to reality when he mentioned the vows.

“I’ll go first.” Y/N said, and the officiant nodded, gesturing for her to start. She breathed in deeply, pulling the notecards out of her bra, earning a laugh from the crowd.

“No pockets.” She muttered, causing the laughter to increase slightly. She cleared her throat and began reading out the vows.

“Brian Harold May. Where do I start with you? You are patient, kind, gentle, funny, talented, loving, and above all things you are a good man. I have loved you for many years although your lovely mother has just informed me that you’ve been in love with me for over a decade. It seems we can add dedicated to my earlier list of adjectives.” Y/N said, and Brian chuckled wiping tears away from his face.

“My years with you have been the happiest of my life, and I cannot imagine spending the rest of my time on Earth with anyone but you. You and your sometimes stupid looking hair, your weird astrophysics rants, your tendency to wake me up at three in the morning with very loud and repetitive guitar riffs. I love you Brian and I am yours, mind, body and soul.” Y/N said, sniffling slightly as she finished.

“That’s my cue. Y/N, every single day I thank the universe for placing you in my life. You always have the answer to my problems, even if it takes a few days of thinking and late-night runs to the pub for a thing of chips. You are the light of my life, the sun at the centre of my galaxy. I love you so very much. So much, in fact, that I still proposed to you even after you dragged me down to Australia in summer and I nearly died of heatstroke.” Y/N let out a snort at Brian’s comment, as did her family sitting amongst the guests.

“You are the only person I can envision spending my life with and I wouldn’t want it any other way. You, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N make me the happiest man alive, and I cannot wait to be able to call you my wife.” Brian said, taking Y/N’s hands in his and gently rubbing her knuckles with his thumb.

“Well, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” As soon as those words were uttered Brian had his arms around Y/N’s waist, bringing her into a kiss full of love and joy. The rest of the world melted away and it was just the two of them, husband and wife.

“You’re my husband now! God that’ll take a while to get used to.” Y/N said as they walked hand in hand back down the aisle and made their way into Freddie’s house.

“And you are my wife. Mrs Y/N May.” Brian said, a content smile on his face as they walked upstairs to the room Freddie had set aside for them to stay in and get changed for the reception.

“Getting my name changed is going to be a nightmare, but it will be so worth it.” Y/N said, taking off her shoes as she sat down on the room’s queen bed, sighing in relief.

“It’ll be very worth it, love. Now let’s get dressed and give the people a reception they’ll never forget.” Brian said, pecking Y/N’s lips as she moved to grab her second dress.

“It’s a Mercury party, darling. They couldn’t forget it if they tried.”

#queen #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody x reader #bohemian rhapsody imagine #brian may #brian may x reader #brian may imagine #gwilym lee

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iminlovewith-rogers-car · 6 years ago

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"Don't tell Roger" (Maylor fic)

Part: 4/?

AO3 link - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

HOLY FUCK I CANT BELIEVE THERES 4 OF THIS SHIT

CHAPTER 4: ACTUALLY...

Roger's bed was really big, way more space than he needed, even if he had company; it was also incredibly comfortable since he made sure to get the coziest sheets and blankets, as well as about a dozen puffy pillows.

To top it all, he had recently bought silky pajamas in Japan, but he rarely wore them, given that he would always end up getting rid of his clothes during the night, he was always more comfortable wearing only his underwear, and sometimes not even that.

So considering how ridiculously planned the comfort of his bed is, its uncommon to find Rog as uneasy in bed as he was tonight. He just could not go to sleep, no matter how tired he undoubtedly was nor how inviting his bed could be.

"Alright what about... 'Hey Bri, I...' I what? I like you? No no no I can't just throw it at him like that... What if I just kiss him? No that's... That's fucking harassment for sure... Ugh," he threw his arms over his face. Rog had been trying to find the "best way" to tell Brian for a few hours now, he was lying in bed trying to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes a new possibility came to mind.

"But if he is mad at me now... Then I should probably approach him and let him speak right?" He had apparently found his "best way" (which unsurprisingly was to just have a normal conversation, and see where it went)

Roger tried his best to block out every related thought, or else he wouldn't get any sleep at all, it was too hard, but he was actually exhausted, so he finally fell asleep around 3:00 am.

~~~

The indescribably annoying noise of his analogue alarm clock would often scare Roger, just a little. When he bought his alarm clock, Rog made sure to choose the one with the most annoying sound he could find, because he wanted to make sure there was no chance he'd oversleep; and when he brought it home, he decided to place it a little far from his bed and not on his nightstand, this way he would have to get up to stop the terrible sound. Many missed courses on college got him to develop these little waking up strategies.

8:00 am. He sucked at waking up, he was almost incapable of waking up before noon if he was to do so naturally; and he usually didn't need to worry about it, since the band wouldn't meet at the studio before 4:00 pm, given that they soon realized that being half asleep while crafting musical masterpieces wasn't exactly working, so they had all agreed to take the mornings to themselves; unless of course they had a deadline, a concert coming up, or any kind of important situation that demanded some more of their time. After all, they weren't amateurs anymore, they were rockstars, and music wasn't a hobby anymore, it was a full time job.

Today they were recording a couple of songs, and a concert was coming up soon... So, yes, today was one of those days when they needed to dedicate some extra time to their music, so they decided to meet at the studio around 10:00 am.

For John, 10:00 am is late enough; he's used to waking up at 6:00 am, working out a little, taking a shower, having breakfast with Veronica and chilling for a while, so, naturally, he'd be perfectly awake at 10:00, (but of course, this meant he'd usually be sleepy by 9:30 pm)

Brian too was okay with waking up early, he wasn't particularly eager to it though, since he'd usually stay up late observing constellations as well as the moon and stars movements with his telescope. When he started making some real money, the first thing he bought for himself was a brand new professional telescope, and he didn't waste any opportunity to use it. Still, he was way too used to waking up naturally around 8:00 am, as he had to back when he was in college, so he was often a little tired in the morning.

Freddie was not as much of an early bird as John and Brian but he would manage, he loved waking up late, it reminded him of the days at boarding school and how much he wished he didn't have to wake up at 6:00 am every single day, and now that he was an adult and could choose his own schedule thanks to his dream job, he wasn't gonna miss the chance to fullfil this innocent and too-usual childhood wish.

Roger was the biggest night owl out of the four of them. If he wasn't with Freddie partying, watching a movie, or just talking, he was at home reading until around 2:00 am or even later, watching a movie on his own, or just enjoying the night at home in any way he could imagine; sometimes he'd just lay in bed thinking about life, about things that were bothering him, or about how much he loved his new life; he considered himself very lucky to be where he was, and he never forgot how hard he worked (and still did, possibly more than ever) to get every opportunity he encountered along the way.

~~~

When the alarm clock started its hellish performance, Rog was comfortably asleep, cuddled up and surrounded by warm blankets and pillows. His eyes were now suddenly wide open, and he growled as he made his way to the clock. He considered throwing it out the window and going back to bed, but when he thought of the consequences of not showing up he chose otherwise. Slowly running his fingers through his messy blonde hair he made his way over to the bathroom, once there he washed his face and looked at his reflection on the mirror right in the eye. "I gotta do this today," he said loudly enough, as if he was having an actual conversation.

~~~

The rehearsal went pretty well, as expected, the boys didn't really need to practice, as they soon noticed, but a few more hours of it never hurt anyone, right?

As a consequence, the recording went smoothly and relaxed, (some teasing and yelling took place, as usual, but nothing dramatic)

~~~

It's worth mentioning that poor Brian still kept his act of being not interested in Roger whatsoever, only speaking to him if Roger asked a question directly to him or something like that. Brian realized it was relatively foolish to keep that up, but he was too invested in this plan of maybe getting his friendship with Roger to be back to normal eventually if he managed to convince him that he wasn't and was never attracted to him.

But of course, this doesn't mean he isn't, really.

Brian's crush was as big as ever, he'd stare at Roger when he wasn't looking, and he'd love each time they spoke, treasuring the feeling of being close to him, even if he wasn't about to allow himself to go any closer.

To be perfectly honest, this few weeks had not been easy for Bri; some days he thought it was no big deal and things would be normal soon, but some other days he figured "normal" still meant not being with Roger, not holding him in his arms, not kissing his plump pink lips... Nothing; and yes, of course Rog could eventually forget about this awkwardness, but could Brian ever forget he loved Roger? And, in the meantime, he wasn't only denying himself the delicious company of the man he loved, but also, the company of his best friend; and because all of this Brian had become a bit depressed as he grieved for his impossible love.

Some nights, when it was really late and he couldn't hear a single noise from the street, when the night was at it's darkest, he'd allow himself to cry quietly in his bed, with his face hiding in his pillow and his back to the window, as if he was hiding his face from the moon. He'd cry softly, with low whimpers escaping his throat once in a while; his long fingers would swip the tears away from his flushed cheeks until he eventually fell asleep, once or twice dreaming about Roger and himself being together; and then the next day he'd wash his face, hide his pain, and go make music with Roger again.

~~~

At around 8:00 pm the boys were done with their work for the day.

Roger could hear Deaky and Freddie making plans for the four of them to go to dinner together, but he didn't really listened, to be fair, he wasn't interested, all he wanted was to get to Brian.

He spotted him in the back of the room, gathering his stuff and putting the Red Special carefully in it's case, so he nervously and carefully made his way over there.

"Hello Bri," he said in an adorable, playful voice

"Oh, hello," Brian didn't really look up from what he was doing

"How've you been?"

"Oh, you know..." Brian shrugged

"Well, I don't really," Rog laughed nervously "You've been kind of avoiding me." Roger managed to not have this sound like a complaint, but a playful (and obviously anxious) joke

"I have not," Brian blushed since it was exactly what he had been doing "I've just been busy"

"So... There's nothing wrong?" Roger tried to reassure himself "... Between us I mean"

This hit Brian out of nowhere. He wasn't the only one suffering, he'd also ripped himself and his friendship from Roger's life, and he was probably missing him too, this made him feel terribly guilty

"Oh Rog, of course not, how can you think that?" He knew exactly why he thought that

"Well... You've been distant, a-and I get it I mean if you've been busy as you said you were, but, uhm, there's something I kind of really need to tell you, b-but, if this is not a good time I can wait 'till uhm..." He was cut off by Brian

"No, no, it is a good time Rog, what is it you want to talk about?" Brian was suddenly too kind and polite again, because of both his love and the guilt

Roger sighed loudly and sat down next to where Brian was gathering his stuff, and Brian sat next to him.

Roger started to breathe a little faster and his face turned pale

"Rog, are you alright?" Brian was genuinely concerned, this seemed like bad news

"Yeah yeah just... Nervous, and" Roger paused and looked for his cigarettes on his pocket, once he found them he lit a cigarette to calm himself down a little.

Brian's anxiety was growing with every second that passed, was he in trouble?Leaving the band? In a legal issue? Knocked someone up? What?!

"Brian it is hard for me to do this but you have to remember that no matter what you say I'm always gonna be here, and I hope you don't hate me for this but I really can't live like this anymore, I need to get this off my chest and maybe, just maybe, get the chance to have what I've been wanting for ages now"

"Roger what? First of all I could never hate you, that's ridiculous, what is this about?"

"I like you Bri" Roger spat out shyly "actually... I love you"

~~~

After a long pause Roger continued

"I'm sorry, I know maybe that's not something you want to hear and..."

He was interrupted by Brian, but he wasn't yelling, or freaking out, or lecturing him... He was kissing him.

Brian pressed his lips against Roger's, and then, immediately shifted to a passionate and needy kiss. Roger was paralized at first, he wasn't processing what was happening, he had never expected this, but when we could calm down a little he kissed Brian back in a no less passionate manner.

Brian was holding Roger's cheek firmly, then moving his hand back to his neck.

Roger had his hand on Brian's lower back and the other hand on his own leg.

Brian eventually backed off a little, just far enough to look at Roger's gorgeous eyes.

"I love you too Rog, I have for a while now"

They started kissing again, softly, slowly, romantically, and they could not even think about anything in the world that mattered aside from each other, this was just so so so perfect for both of them, so unexpected, so blissful...

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moretinyideas · 6 years ago

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Sparkles On The Water [.5] | Do Kyungsoo

[5] Lunar Myths Saga Story Two

genre: wolf!kyungsoo x mermaid!female reader (oc - wang inhui) (ft male oc - wang junhui)

chapter summary: (PART ONE) The events over the past day effects the whole pack, should Euina be allowed to know the truth? hat would happen if she’s not? Kyungsoo has always been more observant than others but then again, he’s always away... visiting you in his dreams.

words: 2055

SO HERE IS THE NEXT INSTALMENT AND IT”S A PART ONE. I decided a long time ago that I would have several stories intertwine into one big one - like a tv show (the reason why it’s called Season One) AND IT’S KYUNGSOO!! I hope it wasn’t too hard to understand, but i’m in one with this y/n (inhui) simply because she’s a mermaid and I love mermaids.

edit: this is a part one, I felt bad for not updating sooner because it was taking me forever to finish so... here? :)

Songs for the chapter? Young by Baekhyun and Loco, Sheep Relift by Yixing and Alan Walker and the entire Daft Punk discography :D edit: and Redbone by Childish Gambino. Also shoutout to the three 45 minute nail art videos I watched at 5am when I got it by inspiration and needed something in the background to sooth my aural mind.

tags; @marshmallow-phd @bri-ne @high-on-food @asslikegilinsky @chanyeolol aand @xingminded is the newest addition to the tag fam :D - let me know if you’d like to be tagged!! although I'm sure Tumblr hates me and never actually sends the motifs to anyone!

[ml] - bc it’s getting a lil confusing I decided to just link the master list | part 2

Hello

KYUNGSOO

It was a strange thing, having an actual child in the house – since Euina was a child and not a hyperactive wolf like Baekhyun or Chanyeol. It had been a few centuries since they themselves were children and, it wasn’t like they didn’t like children, the pack just weren’t particularly used to them anymore. The sisters, Sehun’s mate Yuna and her thirteen-year-old sister Euina, had been at the pack house for a total of four hours. Both girls asleep on one another on one of the couches in the pain room.

Kyungsoo had always been an early riser, even as a young boy he would be awake by eight in the morning at most and had been awake when the members who had gone out, came back. He hadn’t slept yet, but he noticed straight away that Sehun wasn’t with them – also that Baekhyun wasn’t wearing the sweatpants he had left in anymore – and simply assumed something bad had happened.

He was right, as per usual. Although none of them expected it to be another hour before they even heard the sound of a car coming up the driveway. Danbi, especially, had been biting at her nails in worry for their youngest member. When they came through the door, Sehun’s mate entering first – holding two bags of her back and something furry in her hands – while Sehun wandered in not long after her, Kyungsoo’s first thought was: who is he carrying?

And then, is that a cat?

Apparently, the sleeping child Sehun carried on his back was the sister of his mate, whom wouldn’t leave her alone overnight. Kyungsoo admired Yuna’s sense of loyalty, he had to admit, even if the young girl shouldn’t know of the existence of Were’s. Sehun had laid her down of a couch, her small frame unmoving apart from the steady rise and fall of her rhythmic breathing.

“So, you must be Yuna.” Was the first thing Kyungsoo had said to the newest mate. Yuna simply nodded, holding the steel-grey cat to her chest in what Kyungsoo assumed to be a calming tick for her nervousness.

“I don’t know you rules? Or whatever, about telling people about werewolves but we, I, haven’t told her anything yet.” Yuna spoke, before Sehun could open his mouth. “I don’t even know what I’d tell her.”

“Usually it’s only mates, for humans that is.” Junmyeon began, as Yuna took a seat next to her sister.

“Although there are always exceptions.” Sehun chipped in before any other word can be said. Kyungsoo assumed it was to reassure his mate, his wolf having spoken the words for him as a reflex. He watched as Sehun sat next to Yuna; as Euina curled herself into her sister’s side; as Yuna seemed to relax a little when Sehun’s hand landed on her knee. It was what he did. He observed, listened, understood. He had not yet experienced the full pull of the mate bond – for he and his mate had not officially met – but, he understood Sehun’s need to cut their ‘leader’ off.

Junmyeon, unfazed, pulled Danbi closer to his chest and nodded. “Danbi’s mother was an exception, we know that sometimes it’s necessary.” He smiled. “However, she did have to get approved through the voting, and we’ll have to wait until everyone is awake.”

“And when Yixing is back.” Kyungsoo added.

And so, Yuna decided that she would get some sleep, telling Sehun to wake her up later, when more people were awake. Kyungsoo decided to try and sleep as well, departing to his bedroom with a quiet “goodnight.” He faintly heard Junmyeon tell Sehun to sleep as well. That he was injured, and they would wake him up later.

His room wasn’t the biggest, but it also wasn’t the smallest. It was a part of the newest section of the house – one wall had been replaced with a wall of windows. Kyungsoo liked it, he could view the surrounding forest and when the sky was clear he could see the ocean. He had always liked the ocean, the water had always given him a sense of comfort – which had always confused him, given his affinity for earth. When they had moved to the coast line (almost 100 years ago) Kyungsoo designed this room specifically because it faced the ocean. He didn’t give the others a reason. When they had moved, the building they bought (that Junmyeon, Yifan and Minah bought) wasn’t nearly as big as it stood now, with only five bedrooms, a kitchen, two dining rooms and two parlour rooms. So, when they expanded, Kyungsoo and Luhan decided they’d take care of it. Luhan’s gift of telepathy helped the design of each different members room to fit their personalities quicker than it would have been if they asked them – everyone knows that Tao, Sehun and Baekhyun could talk for decades.

Additionally, when they moved Kyungsoo met his mate. Given he thought he was going delirious for a solid year, dreaming of mermaids – or one mermaid in particular. He had never tried to talk to her, or maybe he had and was always woken up, but when she finally turned to look at him – he knew. This mermaid was his mate and he found out during a dream. Only Luhan knows (so consequently so does Minseok and Sehun but they can keep a secret) of his ‘visits’ with her.

He fell asleep quicker than he thought.

He learnt very quickly why he saw you in his dreams. It was the first time the two of you talked. You said “hello”and so did he, and the next sentences were to acknowledge the other as mates and then, you told him one of the secrets of the merfolk.

“Mermaids don’t call them ‘mates’. We call them our ‘fated one’.” You smiled at him, a dimple appearing on your left cheek. In thisdream state you were sat on what looked like a giant jellyfish. Kyungsoo remembered you telling him that while you had control of these dreams, they were normally based on what your actual surroundings were. You told him that you fell asleep on a smack of moon jellies, small translucent and bioluminescent bells that could never sting you (a perk of being a mermaid) but didn’t want to overwhelm him the sheer amount of jellyfish you were around. You told him that Moon Jellies were your favourite, that you loved sleeping on them and that they let you because you were a great conversationalist. That made him smile.

You always made him smile.

“-and mermaids can always visit their fated one during shared dreams.” You explained. “It happens when we’re asleep at the same time. We’ll fall out of it when either of us wakes up.” Kyungsoo believed he could listen to you talk for a millennium and never get jaded.

He was surprised when he saw you, considering it was almost seven in the morning and the two of you usually met in the dreams during the middle of the night. You must not have risen with the change of tides like you normally do. When your form became more visible and Kyungsoo could see your beautiful smile his own face formed a smile too. However, when he took note of your tired eyes and how your smile wasn’t real his expression dropped. The two of you were surrounded by darkness, not having the energy to conjure up a visual.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Why are you only just sleeping now?” You asked him back. He noted that you had deflected his question.

“Something happened with the pack when I was about to head to bed. Junmyeon called at around four to say Sehun had been in an altercation. He wanted someone to be awake when they got back, just in case. I was already awake, so I just stayed up.” He explained. You nodded. The two of you fell into a short silence. Looking at you he could tell you were stressing over something. Your tail, long and shimmery fading from a teal blue to a teal green (with pale pink accents in your fins), wasn’t shining as bright as usual and the smaller blue scales that lined your neck were darker than usual.

“Are you okay?” He repeated his earlier question. In this dream state he was able to hold you, to feel you and soon you were in his arms. It was a weird sensation as he never felt like he was submerged in water, but he could quite clearly feel the thinness of your tail fins when they brushed against his legs. He could feel the juxtaposition between the coolness of your tail and the heat you radiated. He hadn’t asked yet, but he often wondered what sensations you felt when wrapped up around him.

You sighed. “Things have…” You paused, laying your head on his shoulder. “Things have become complicated.” There have been many times over the past hundred years where you have explained your situation to Kyungsoo. Your ambition and drive to be a good daughter, your loyalty towards your mother and father always contradicting your own personal wants to get away. You wanted to explore. You wanted to have your legs for more than one day during the Lunar Moon. You wanted to find him, to be with him and love him with your whole being. You told him how it was unheard of to have a fated one be one of the ‘landfolk’(as your father ever-so-lovingly told you) and how you were scared of leaving your family behind and not being accepted back in.

You shared your status as a part of one of the royal lines of your kingdom. How your parents would take over after the current king passed. You told him that while you had no siblings of your own, you thought of JunHui, your mother’s sister’s son, as one. Junhui wasn’t much younger than you and often shared your desire to leave for land.

“My desire to come to you, to land, is higher than ever.” You finally whispered. “My father has betrayed my mother, with her sister.” Your words were slow. “Junhui is my brother. By blood.

“Mother is livid, she and father have been yelling for a day now. Junhui is distraught, it took a few hours to calm him down enough for him to sleep. Our home has been ringing for hours on end – mothers’ affinity for sonar is truly something. She banished my aunt from the castle, told her she wasn’t to set ‘one inch of a fin within the outer boarders of the kelp that lines our plot�� or she’ll curse her. I don’t know how she’d curse her own sister. I’ve never seen my mother so mad.” You finished your small rant. “I’m scared.”

Kyungsoo pulled you closer, your head tucked underneath his. “Then come.” He whispered. Maybe he was being selfish and maybe what you needed to do was stay but, you were scared more than ever before, and it had been one hundred years. He was probably one of, if not the, most patient wolfs of the pack but even his patience could wear thin.

“It’s been on my mind since the news came out. I don’t want to be here anymore.” You mumbled against his collar. “But I can’t leave Junhui, especially not now.”

“Then bring him as well.” Kyungsoo didn’t like how quickly his words spilled from his lips but, he couldn’t come to regret saying them. You pulled away from him slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. A bet of silence surrounded you. You nodded.

“Tell me where on Earth you are. I’ll find you in no time.”

A flare of hope raised in his chest as he told you. Even down to the geological co-ordinates he had memorised for this specific reason. He saw your eyes widen in surprise, mouth drop open to reply but, he was torn away from the dream as he was shaken awake. When he opened his eyes, the face of Jongin stood above him.

“Junmyeon-hyung sent me to wake you.” The younger boy smiled in apology, seeing the glare Kyungsoo had sent his awakener. He wouldn’t know that you were shocked as to how close the two of you really were.

part 2

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bigbrolilsislove78-blog · 6 years ago

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Reconnected

Bri and I had spent almost a year to the date separated because mom found out. We were put Into counseling, and never allowed to be alone together. Then through all that mom realized by our actions and moods that we would oventually play again. So she laid out rules for us to follow. Mom acceptance even went as far as putting my then little sister who just turned 10 on birth control. This is what happened when everyone was gone and Bri and I were home alone together.

I could barely sleep that night in anticipation of Bri and I being left alone and in my mind blessing from mom to play with Bri. So the next morning when mom woke me up early I was dragging. I got up did my morning routine and when I got down stairs mom had a huge smile on her face. She said couldn’t sleep with all the anticipation. I nodded and she said okay we don’t have long because your dad just ran to the office to sign some documents. She started heading to her room calling me to follow her. Mom point at her vanity bench and said sit. I did she went into her closet and came back out with two big brown shopping bags. She went to her bed and asked do you and Bri play when you are wearing my lingerie. I stuttered that I don’t wear it. Mom said please I can tell by your cum stains you have left all over my lingerie this past year. Giving in said we did sometimes. She then asked but you mainly play in my lingerie by yourself. I agreed.

Mom nodded and said thought so began pulling out satin panties out of the first bag. Then she pulled out a red satin teddy and a black satin bodysuit which she tossed to me. She said put it on under your clothes. I started to move toward the bathroom. Mom stopped me and said do it here while I can keep talking to you. I pulled my shirt, shorts, and boxers off my dick throbbing as mom eyed me pulling the bodysuit on. As I got it all the way on it fit me perfectly. The satin material wrapping around my dick felt so amazing I was leaking precum. She told me to put my clothes as she was folding the other lingerie and putting it away in her drawer. Once I was completely dressed she pulled lingerie out of the second bag as well. She said this is all for Bri to wear for you. I said thank you so much mom. She nodded and then told me that I needed to be very careful because I could really hurt her. I nodded as she pulled out a little bottle. She said this is lube do know what it is for I nodded. She okay please be very careful and honor her wishes. She then handed me the lube and told me to go back to bed. She hugged me saying enjoy the bodysuit and have fun. As I turned to leave she smacked my ass. When I looked back she smiled and waved me out.

I crawled back into my bed and tried to go back to sleep but the amazing feeling of the bodysuit kepted me awake. I oventually must have fallen asleep. Because mom and dad woke me up saying they are leaving. Dad gave me a glare telling me to be good. Mom walked over kissed my cheek saying be good. Shortly later I heard the garage door open then close. About 2 minutes later I heard Bri coming up the stairs. She came running into my room and was on me and our mouths meet pushing us into a passionate kiss. When the kiss broke I asked her if she really wanted this. She kissed me quickly again the sat up pulled over her dress. She was in the exact same bodysuit as I was. I could also see that she had matured some since the last time I saw her. She had the start of boobs. She was pulling on my shirt as I took it off she went to my shorts. She pulled them and my boxers down and off my feet. Bri said mom was wearing one to.

I asked what she wanted to do. The awkwardly standing there she said I don’t know. I have thought about this everyday since the last time. I agreed with her and said you want me to eat that tasty little pussy until you are screaming in pleasure. She said if I can give you a blowjob. I crawled on to my bed and said I have an idea. Come sit on my face as she crawled up to do as I said she got the idea. I said I won’t last long ignoring me she leaned down and licked my leakage spot on the bodysuit. She turned back and said you still taste good. Seeing the snaps when she leaned down. With my teeth I pulled them opening giving me the first glimpse of her pussy in a year. I stared at it for a moment when I felt her lick my dick again I buried my face in her pussy. I went to town finding her nub and going to work on it. When her mouth finally closed around my dick and the warmth and wetness caused me to grunt and thrust upward. When she took me all the way in I moaned into her pussy I’m cumming. She pulled back until my head was just in her mouth using her tongue to coax my cum out. I started cumming moaning as I continued to lick her. Bri started to moan as I continued licking her nub. She was licking my dick cleaning up any cum that got away. When her legs slammed against on my head. I felt Bri’s body tighten up as she moans turned into screams. She was grinding her pussy down on my tongue. Screaming yes she went limp and collapsed on me. After a minute or two her scent still flowing into my nose and Bri’s taste still on my tongue. My dick twitched Bri kisses the tip saying I missed you. I returned the favor kissing her pussy saying I really missed you.

I noticed for the first time that she had fuzz on her pussy. I rolled us over and repositioned so I was on top of her. I looked her in the eyes and said you have really matured and gotten even sexier. I then leaned down kissed both her nipples. I reached down and pulled her bodysuit up. She took over and shimmed it up her body as I sat back looking over her developing body as she took the lingerie off. She was struggling so I leaned down and licked then ducked her nipple into my mouth Bri moaned. She reached down looking for my dick. I moved forward more her hand found my dick pulled forward more. Guiding my dick to her pussy when I hit the spot I pushed as did she but I couldn’t get in. I then remembered the lube let her nipple go from my mouth. She grunted in disappointment and said just a second reached over to my night stand and found the lube bottle. I sat back opened the bottle and squirted some on my dick. Bri grabbed my dick spreading the lube over my dick. I closed the bottle and attack her other nipple. She moaned distracted from guiding my dick.

Bri came back to herself and guided my dick back to her pussy. Rubbing it up and down her slit spreading some of the lube. When she lined me up and pushed on me I thrust and I popped into her. I let her nipple go to look at her face. Bri grabbed my hair and pulled me back to her nipple. I sucked it back between my lips. Then I felt her shift her hips up and took the clue and slowly started to push. I hit her barrier and slowly pulled back. We got into a grove me switching from nipple to nipple. Then I felt Bri try to roll us over. I released her nipple rolled us over until she was on top. I popped out of her in the process of rolling over. Bri got up stood over me she bent over grabbed dick she squatted down guiding my dick back into her. As my dick squeezed back into her tight pussy. Our eyes meet and with a wicked little grin and a look of determination on her face. I realized what was happening and grabbed her hips and asked are you sure she nodded. Bri then drove down hard pushing me through her barrier. I realized that my little sister just used my dick to give me her virginity.

I was watching Bri’s face when the grimace went away she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I sat up and pulled her to me for a deep passionate kiss. I slowly started rocking my hips as we kissed Bri started to match my movement. As she got more comfortable and use to me being all the way into her. Our movements became more powerful. Until we broke our kiss and I fell backwards and Bri started to ride me. She lifted almost all the way off me. I was just about to cum so I reached up gripping her hips and started to pull her down and she pushed herself down. As I hit all the home in her pussy I started to cum. Bri continued to ride me as I pumped cum deep inside her. Her speed picking up recognizing that she was getting close I continued to match her thrust for thrust. A minute or to later when Bri hit her climax and I felt the clamp down pressure of her pussy on my dick I couldn’t control myself. My hands on her hips helping me drive as deep as I can. Bri was lost in her orgasm allowing me more freedom. When my next cum built and I was close Bri went into full body shacking orgasm. Between Bri’s thrashing orgasm and me deep thrusting all the sudden we both felt an even deeper penetration. Then there was an almost painful pressure on my dick head causing me to cum.

I was eyes open looking at Bri’s face when the extra penetration and when I started to cum. Bri eyes popped open and she meet my eyes. Locked eye to eye she reached down pulling me as deep as I could go into her as i was pushing up as hard as I could. When we both finished our climaxes she collapsed onto my chest. Both of us spent to the ultimate extent. We actually never got out of bed. When I finally pulled out of Bri she snuggled up to me and we both fell asleep. When we woke ups we fucked deeply the rest of the weekend. On Sunday when the garage open signaling mom and dad’s return I was balls deep shooting the last load of our free time into Bri. There was some interesting results from Bri and my weekend sex adventures. I will have to put this into another story due to length.

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