#brian may request

[magickcandie]

John Deacon x Fem!Reader

In the rising fame of Queen, many journalists were often there to talk. More often than naught, the band found themselves repeating things before sending the reporter away. That was until Y/N L/N.

When she was there, she found a way to make herself like able. Speaking about the art of performing with Freddie. Roger’s song writing. Brian’s understanding of writing music. And most of all, she got John to talk and smile and laugh. None of the others could.

She was the one they sent whenever they needed information of Queen. And that became the only time John was excited for an interview.

“You guys have another interview.” Miami said, walking into the studio. “It’s with Y/N.”

“Oh, that’s great!” John said, his tone of voice revealing how he really felt about said reporter.

Roger turned to look at the bassist. “That’s the most excited I’ve ever seen you for an interview.”

“Yeah, John, what is it?��� Brian asked, just as curious.

“Nothing, just… interested in the… interview topics?”

“I think our lovely John is definitely interested in something, but not the interview.” Freddie said, coming to sit next to Roger and Brian.

Roger leaned forward to tease. “My my, Deaky, do you fancy Y/N?”

John raised his brows with a mischievous grin but shook his head anyway.

“You should totally take her out. It could be so romantic,” Brian said.

“No, I could never talk to Y/N.”

“You’re distaste towards human interaction is becoming… well, quite distasteful,” Freddie said with a pout. “What if we were to do something?”

Roger jumped to his feet in excitement. “Yeah, we could talk to Y/N for you!”

“No, we won’t be doing any of that, thank you. I’m willing to let things happen on their own.”

“John, dear, if we let you deal with it like that, nothing will happen.”

Freddie didn’t give John the luxury of arguing back. Said a simple “tut tut” and walked off, taking Brian and Roger with him. Which was fine because that’s when you walked in.

“Hello, John.” You smiled at him. “Where’s the rest of them?”

“Elsewhere. How have you been, Y/N?”

“Fine, fine. And you?”

“Quite alright. So what’s the plan for today?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m to ride with you to the venue while you all do sound checks and the like. In between those is when I’ll start individual interviews.”

In many ways you were found of John as well. You felt his answers were truthful in a way that the others didn’t quite have. But that was on the professional level. He made you happy, and laugh. He was very open, which you found out was actually a rare thing.

On many occasions, you tricked yourself into thinking he was just being courteous.

Much to John’s dismay, you got Freddie first.

“Hello, Fred. You can have a seat, I just need to get a new pen. Seems that I have lost mine.”

“Oh you won’t need that. Come, let’s talk.” He hooked arms with you. “Shall I interview you?”

“Me? Whatever for?”

“What, can’t I speak with my darling friend Y/N?”

You shrugged but went along with it. “What’s bothering you?”

Freddie waved his hands in dismissal. “You shan’t be my therapist either. This is about you, my dear. What do you look for in a lifelong partner?”

“Oh, that’s a bit forward." Freddie shrugged as if it wasn't "Well I don't know. Someone who's honest, I guess."

"John is very honest. Ever think about things short term?"

"No. I see no desire in that."

Freddie crossed his legs, then uncrossed them and stood. "Well that's all I have for you, darling. I'll send Roger in."

You didn't acknowledge him as he left the room, then Roger was walking in. He took Freddie's spot on the couch.

"How have you been, Y/N."

"Fine, fine. Now, I we see that you wrote a song on the album. What influences -"

"Oh, hush up about the album. Let's talk."

Okay....

"Roger, what are you and Freddie doing?"

"Oh, he got started? Good. Are you doing anything this coming week?"

"No, not that I know of."

"Neither is John." Roger left it at that and leaves the room, leaving you completely shocked.

Brian walked in with a smile. He would be easy to ask. He'd reveal himself if you asked.

"Brian May, what are you guys doing?"

"What do you mean?" He started to play with his hands. He was already nervous.

"You, Roger, and Freddie. What are you doing?" You crossed your arms, hoping that you could weasel the answer out of Brian.

"Y/N, we're not -"

"Were you coming in here to talk about John? Now tell me, what are you doing?"

Brian sighed and deflected in defeat. "John likes you, but he wouldn't do anything. We decided that we would try to push you into it instead." He stood up. "I'll leave now."

It was the greatest news you could've heard! You couldn't wait for him to say something, because you knew John. He wouldn't on any occasion!

John coming into the room took you out of your head. He smiled at you, sitting down at the couch.

"Hello, Y/N. What questions do you have about the album?"

At least he didn't set them up, you reasoned with yourself.

"John, I don't want to talk about the album." Everything was set up, and there was no better time to admit your feelings than here. "I really like you. And unfortunately, Brian did said you did liked me too?"

He went quiet and red in the face. "Y/N, I'm sorry you had to hear it from them."

"It's fine, John, really, but is it true?"

"Yes, Y/N, I really do. You're really beautiful, insanely smart, and just so... perfect. Can I take you out?"

You embraced him. "Of course, John!"

Freddie, Brian, Roger stood standing, peaking through the door. They froze when they saw John glare at them over your shoulder. The boys laughed before shutting the door.

Freddie sighed, dropping his hand to his hip. "Well that didn't take long."

[groupiewhoreee]

can I have a Roger Taylor smut, where he fucks you in public on his beloved car?

pretty please 🥹

ah, rogers beloved car. yes, i'd love to write this! thank you.

Praise

Warning: Smut smut smut! (MDNI)

Summary: Requested by an lovely anon. <3

roger gripped ur hips, his grasp firm. the cold metal of the car piercing ur back. you whimpered, your legs quaking at the slightest. "dumb whore," he muttered, his hot, lustful breath hitched against ur neck. you couldn't help but arch ur back slowly at the pleasure roger was giving you. it felt as if electric shocks were running thru ur body. "this 'whatcha wanted? stupid slut. only did it cause you knew this would happen, right?" he repeated to you. all you could answer with was soft moans and breathless whines. he moved his hands to ur neck while he pounded into you relentlessly. he started to choke you.

his grasp wasn't firm much, but it turned you on. you felt as people were watching. the car bounced hesitantly. he leant down, moving his hands and kissing down ur neck and leaving small, but noticeable, purple hickies. he moaned quietly, it sent chills down ur spine. he moved his hands again, bringing them to ur ass. he smacked ur ass, you gasped. "roger," you breathed out, a hiss purring thru rogers wet lips. he mounded you, not stopping.

you felt urself close to coming. roger went sloppier. your heat felt bruised, and ur insides felt as if they were on complete fire. "fuck," roger mumbled. you felt cum shoot into ur womb. you let out a faint gasp. you soon came, cum dropping down ur legs. roger got off you, pulling his pants,and boxers up. you breathed heavily. he helped you get ur clothes back on. "get in the car," he said simply. you nodded, getting into the car.

"you don't say anything about this, ok?" he told you. "okay.." you nodded. roger also nodded his head, before starting the car and driving off. roger taylor sure is in love with his car.

[thefairyfellermasterstroke]

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[lily-in-thevalley]

Brian x gender neutral reader stargazing on a summer night?

Ohhhh anon you speak my language (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪

Soooo, this was meant to be a short little "boop, here's your story (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)" but then uh... Yeah, enjoy.

As much as you'd gotten comfortable living in the city, your found the more time you spent at Ridge Farm the more you loved it. All of the little perks to being far away from the busy, quick paced, noisy, every day life in London. The animals, the fresh air, waking up without dreading everything you had to do all day... Getting closer with Brian.

Your friendship with Bri was always close, and hardly ever did you come across a disagreement. When you did however, it always lead to a little more of your heart breaking. The last couple of years you two had put as much effort as you could into fixing your friendship after a major blow up. In the midst of a little cuddling Brian had mentioned that Queen were going to a farm, someplace quiet and private. Somewhere you two could heal with each other. And he wanted you to come with him.

Currently, you had no clue where Brian had run off to. Despite all of your efforts, your hurt feeling and all consuming love for Brian became a dangerous concoction. You two would frequently lash out at each other, fall into bed with the intent to take your anger out on each other...and then...Brian would make love to you. His eyes and his body lost all of their anger as he made love to you and made promises to fix his mistakes, promises that he loved you, that he was in love with you. Every night you believed him. And every morning you'd wake up alone. Feeling stupid, used, and unloved. This all became such a vicious cycle of pain and confusion for you both. And-

"(y/n)!" Roger clicked his fingers in front of your face. "Spacing out again? Brian's looking for you. Said he wanted to surprised you or something." Truthfully, you were hardly listening. The mention of Brian's name stung somewhere in your heart and left you reluctant to go find him.

"M'kay, thanks Rog," you got up, fully intending to ignore Brian's apparently want for you "If you see him just say I was tired, so I went to bed."

"Alright fruitcake, g'night" Roger waved, and you gave hum a hum before heading off to your shared room with Brian. You were three steps from the room when the door swung open, revealing a frantic and slightly disheveled Brian.

"oh thank god, angel," the nickname almost felt like a slap to the face, "there you are. Look, just come with me" as though your heart wasn't still broken from last night (when he cradled your body and whispered sweet nothings as you made love, before sneaking out of bed late into the night to keep away from you) he reached for your hand. As though you were burned, you pulled away from the contact, staining Brian's face with confusion.

"I'm going to bed. I'm tired" though it was mostly a lie. You did mean to lay in bed, but your exhaustion wasn't physical, more mental and emotional.

"I know just- can you please trust me? Just for tonight?" His entire being was painted with desperation and honesty. From his messy curls to the frantic, yet completly open gaze he fixed on you.

"...ok. I'll follow you" your head screamed that this was a bad idea. Telling you all of the heartache you endured because of this man while you were nothing more than a friend to him, questioning whether or not he even considered you to be friends anymore.

Gently, he took your hand and lead you across the field surrounding the farm. While your head was screaming, your heart pounded and took in every molecule of serenity that he filled you with. Your heart fixated on the way he held your hand as though he needed you, yet was afraid he'd break you. On the way tears had seemed to only just dry from his face, or the way the breeze grazed over his cheeks to brush the curls from his face. His entire body spoke of exhaustion and sadness, tugging at your heartstrings.

It must have been an hour or so ago since the sun set, leaving you both in a quiet cocoon of night and silence. Before long, Brian stopped and looked around, muttering under his breath before turning to you.

"I think... We're here" his soft voice made you shiver, making you kick yourself mentally.

"here? What's here?" You watched him sit in the grass and pat the space next to him. When you sat next to him, he layed back in the freshly trimmed grass.

"it's dark enough out here, far away from the city you know and um... You can see the stars." Brian pointed, tracing the lines of an asterism, and you laid back with him.

Besides the breeze and an occasional chittering from some woodland animal you couldn't see, the two of you laid there in complete silence for what must have been an hour. Though you were quiet, your mind was racing. Trying to find the motivation behind Brian's sudden apparent need for you. Taking a risk, you turned your head to glance at him. Your breath caught in your throat.

Brian had an intense, yet sad gaze fixed on you. Faintly, you could make out a glimmer of fresh tear tracks on his cheeks. He didn't stop staring as you caught him, he only smiled. A sad and tired smile. Your head couldn't stop you anymore as your heart moved your hand to cup his cheek, brushing newly formed tears from under Brian's eyes.

"Bri-" the words you meant to say were lost as he pressed a soft kiss to your palm.

"Watch the stars baby" he whispered, a scratchy, quiet noise that he tried to laugh off.

You looked back to the sky, opting to scoot closer and lay with your side pressed against Brian's. Easily, as though you were two magnets drawn to each other, your hands clasped together. Though it was minimal contact, you could feel his breathing calm from where he was pressed against you.

Another half hour must have lapsed in silence before you could find the words you needed.

"Bri... Are you ok?" The words were simple enough, yet caused him to hold your hand tighter.

"No" even with the single word his voice broke, getting husky and quiet in a way you only became so familiar with in the last year. He was still crying.

"what's-?" He cut you off.

"I'm so scared angel," he brought up a hand to wipe at the tears rolling down his cheeks, "shit, I'm so scared." You fully turned to face him, laying on your side.

"Baby, talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Why are you so scared?" You could hear the growing fear in you own voice, a mix of concern and anxiety that tightened your chest. Brian's breath hitched with a little cry before he could talk.

"I'm- I've been so awful to you. I've been hurting you and leaving you and promising you so much and then-" he sniffled, trying to regain some composure. His voice came out strained "been doing it all because I'm so scared."

You gently brushed away a new flood of tears from his cheeks, shushing him as his little cries turned into more heart pulling sobs.

"shh brimi... What are you scared of?" Carefully, you ran your fingers through his curls. Something to sooth him as his crying waned again.

"Scared of how much I love you. God it- it's been eating me up inside (y/n), making me do all kinds of stupid things I shouldn't." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands to hide his face. Feeling like he could cry more just from the embarrassment and vulnerability of his words.

"You're scared of...but you keep leaving after we-"

"I know what I've done is wrong" his tone turned bitter, a testament to his anger with himself. "I've done nothing but hurt you and I've been nothing but weak and selfish and-" he took a short breath "After we... Make love, angel, and you've fallen asleep in my arms, and we've promised each other our love... I get so scared that I'll only hurt you more. After new years we saw how much I can hurt you and I've only made it worse since we got here."

In the brief silence, you squeezed his hand. Offering as much reassurance as you could silently while tears formed in your own eyes.

"so... You leave me?"

"I run away. Like the coward I am" Brian's words to himself were bitter and on edge.

"I want to to stay with me. After we make love I just want you to stay. You don't have to love me or be committed to me, I just want-"

"I love you." Compared to the edge that lined his voice previously, the gentle way he spoke those three words cut through the atmosphere. "I love you, and I want a committed relationship with you. I'm just... Scared I can't be good enough for you."

Silence coated you two again.

You snuggled into his side, resting your head on his chest.

"I love you Brian," you paused as you felt his breath hitch. "Be mine?"

Suddenly, he pulled you into his chest, trapping you to his heart.

"Brian?"

"yes... I'll be yours. Please angel, just give me this chance."

You stroked over his heart, trying to calm him down again.

"I've got you...my star boy"

✧⁠✧✧✧

When you woke up the next morning you were laying on Brian's chest in the grass. The blanket of dread that coated your heart was nowhere to be found. You felt calm as your head moved with the rise and fall of Brian's breathing.

Things would be ok. You and Brian would be ok.

Some day. One day.

[whitequeen-ofwillowgreen]

📘 For the lyrics : "My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies / Fairy tales of yesterday, grow but never die" (Of course I had to chose a Queen song)

These lyrics 😭 I was unsure how to properly portray them but I had an idea and ran with it. I had black paper that I painted with metallic gold and then wrote the lyrics with my black gel pen. I thought the aesthetic would be interesting to you 😊

✭ 90s Celebration ✭

[yournotsolocalcryptid]

🎃 Halloween ‘23 dialogue prompts 🎃

I write for any one listed here. Feel free to mix and match prompts and add any details or directions you'd like it to go as well as pronouns/gender if you'd like something specific other wise I try to write gender neutrally. Happy spooky season yall!

don't forget you can request moodboards and headcanons too!

“We’re not alone here”

“It’s freezing outside”

“I’ve watched enough horror movies to know a weirdo in a mask is never friendly”

“It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to a good scare”

“Is that my sweater?”

“Are you scared?”

“Hey, that's/it's not funny”

“Boo!”

“It’s a scream, baby!”

“I think we’re lost”

“I’ll keep you warm”

“I’ll keep you safe”

“Sharing is caring”

“Bite me”

“I may or may not have stayed up to watch a horror movie and now I can’t sleep... can you please come over?”

"I have a collection on horror movies, assorted candy and a pizza on the way"

"let's go to bed"

"truth or dare?" (you can add which + question asked choose your own adventure style but you don't have to)

"quick, hide”

“When was the last time we had a real conversation?”

“Pick your poison”

“You've got leaves in your hair.”

“why can’t we stay here forever?”

"Being alone together was not the best idea.’’

"you look cold"

"It's cold"

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[likesomekindofcheese]

May I request something with Brian May x American fem! Reader where they are friends with secret crushes on each other? It's the readers first Christmas in the UK and since she had a falling out with her folks, but only kept in touch with her brother and wasn't going to go back to America for the holidays and could afford to in the first place. Maybe he and the guys could try to do something to make this Christmas special. While Freddie plays Cupid since he could have been peeved/confused the reader kept her birthday secret because her last one in the US was a living hell. Even though the reader enjoys Christmas she awkwardly keeps to herself knowing her friends were celebrating with their own families and while not wanting to be a bother she could be unaware of the secret plan the guys truly have or something.

Christmasy fluff and serious angst(mentions of emotional abuse, attempted suicide and depression) that ends with fluff confession.

Pretty please and thank you so much!💖

Hey there! Was saving this ask for this season and PHEW this is very complicated! I may have to whittle it down but I hope you like it!

You sat by the fireplace when you heard a loud "SHIT!" from the kitchen.

Another voice called out "what is it, Fred!"

"Burned my finger!"

Brian let out a laugh.

"That's not that bad! No need to scream like you're getting fucking murdered!"

"Oh, shut up!"

It made you smile. You placed both hands over your mulled cider and took a sip. Already there was a record of some pretty piano.

Brian emerged, raising a hand to his head to scratch his curls.

"Are you alright?" you asked.

"Ask me five minutes later and I'll tell you yes! But you...Y/N...you've been quiet..." he said.

His eyes softened. He sat on the chair next to you. The fire kept crackling. The tree the three of you decorated had lights that would slowly go on and then fade and turn back onto their light, multicolor glow. You had to admit they looked lovely against Brian's cheekbones.

"It's just...this is my first Christmas in the UK and...it's not that it itself is bad at all I just..."

You let out a sigh and put down your mug.

"My friends are out there, back home...with their own families. And you have your own. Loving, safe, stable, supported, and mine..."

You lowered your face to look at your hands and not at him. It would make discussing this easier.

There was the sound of footsteps and both of your heads whipped out to see Freddie.

"I'm going to get something in the other room, will be back in a bit- probably stuck in the corner," he announced.

"Go on, Fred!" Brian said, waving his hand.

Once the door closed, Brian turned to you.

"You mean...when they...they..."

"They said all those cruel, awful things to me, all the time and...and so much...so much and...and the suicide attempt I...I can't even think about it and I..I shouldn't miss it, I shouldn't miss home and all this holiday crap about having to be home for the holidays and I can't ever go home!!" you cried.

You placed your face into your hands and let yourself cry. Brian got closer to you, he put a hand over your back softly, going "there, there dear..."

"It's alright...you have us...and me and Fred...we'll be your family. We'll take care of you, feed you, give you a couch if you need it. Deaky's an early riser so he'll knock on your door and drag you out at 7 am- just a warning!"

You let yourself smile from that. You let yourselves both release from the hug, looking into each other's eyes.

"And you...you've been a treat for me- er- us to get to know. You're funny, creative, smart...and fun to be with. You may not have your birth family, but you're not alone...you have us."

"And do I have you, Brian?" you asked.

"Yes, you have me too...wait, what's on my head?"

He looked up and let out a curse, his arms folding and his face turning pink. Fred conveniently walked over at the end of your conversation and pulled out some mistletoe he let dangle from his hand over your heads.

"You know the rules!" he chirruped.

"Y/N, I don't want to, uh, make you uncomfortable!" Brian began to stammer.

"It's okay, you can kiss me!" you relented.

Letting out an exhale, he gave you a quick, chaste- but gentle- kiss.

"About time! Should we hear a happy announcement, soon?" Fred asked.

"Bugger off and don't let our dinner burn! Y/N's been looking forward to it all week!" Brian insisted.

Fred walked back to the kitchen.

Your heart racing, feeling bold, you went up to speak quietly in Brian's ear.

"I have to tell you...Brian I...If there was anyone I could be tricked to be under the mistletoe with- I'm glad it's you!"

He blinked. His face still flushed.

"I...I uh, agree...Y/N. Tomorrow there's an ice skating rink...can we go there?"

"You mean as a date? Then...then yes!" you agreed.

You both smiled and squeezed hands. The cadence of the record player finished into nothing as the snow beat against the window. For once, all really was merry and bright.

[rogertaylorsgirl]

feel free to request anything guys <3

[rabbitblackx]

I hope you're doing fine if not I'm sorry to read/hear that

May I request the ticci-toby, masky, hoodie, ben drowned, eyeless jack, jeff the killer and homicidal liu ( you can take spme away if you want to) with a motherly/killer s/o? like they help them clean up after killing someone and cook for them but goes full on momma bear when someone insultes their bf? And go on a full on killing spree when they're really mad or gets some kidneys for jack but their partner doesn't know? maybe they have a 1960s housewife aesthetic?

just imagen the look on their faceses when they come to their s/o's house to find them humm to themself, covered in blood while cooking with the name they just killed someone with.

Sorry for the wait! I’ve been super sick but I’m doing much better now thanks for asking! :)

Creepypastas find out Motherly!Reader is a killer

Includes: Masky, Hoody, Toby Rogers, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Jeff The Killer and Homicidal Liu

Masky💖

Masky quietly climbed through your bedroom window. He made it a habit to return to your place after his missions. Seeing you weren’t in here, he slinked through the dark room towards the kitchen, where he knew you definitely were. Masky stood in silence as he watched you cook him dinner. You sensed his presence behind you, turning and offering him a warm smile

Masky watched you like a hawk from behind his mask. You ushered him out of his bloody jacket, folding it in your arms and taking it away to wash. As you waited for his food to finish cooking, you dabbed small flecks of blood from his white mask, cooing at him. If you were to take the mask off to clean further, he would quickly lean in and steal a kiss from your lips

When you hung out at the mansion, you could clearly see that Toby annoyed your boyfriend a fair bit. If he took it too far until Masky got super pissed at the younger man, you stepped in to give Toby a firm, motherly lecture

Masky believed that you were his sweet, angelic, old fashioned male wife, but you had a secret. Like him and the other creeps, you were a crazed killer. When you got really angry like he sometimes did, you went on a killing spree of your own

Masky came home to you one night, finding you cooking dinner for him like you always did. You scared him to death. As you were humming sweetly to yourself while occupied at the stove, you were drenched in blood

Masky threw himself at you, bombarding you with concerns. He thought somebody had hurt you. What happened?! You innocently explained to him that it wasn’t your blood, and you just had some ‘fun’ of your own. Poor Tim here would be super shocked, but not exactly mad… ;)

Hoody💖

Hoody returned home from his mission to find you waiting for him in his room. You immediately greeted him happily, then fussed him out of his bloody hoodie. Before he could protest, you told him you made him some dinner, and wanted him to go eat it while you put his clothes in the wash. Hoody felt bad that you were caring for him like this, but headed downstairs to the kitchen anyway

After dinner, you curled up on his bed with his head in your chest. Brian drifted off to sleep with a small smile on his unmasked face. Your twirled your fingers through his hair, humming softly to him

You got really protective of Hoody if any of the other creeps were to give him a rough time. Your hand went straight to his shoulder, snapping back at them that he was perfect, and nothing they said was true. It was a bit embarrassing, but Hoody couldn’t help but adore it so much

He couldn’t believe his eyes when he stopped by your home one night, finding you cooking dinner for him while caked in blood. Brian was beyond panicked for your well-being. You had to calm him down with your gentle words and caresses. You giggled, waving his worries off, telling him it wasn’t your blood. Hoody’s stomach fell. You… were fine… you were just out… killing… much like he and the others did

Hoody couldn’t explain it, but something about sweet old you being crazy and bloody like that made him feral

Toby Rogers💖

Toby was so clingy. Every chance he got, he was dashing to your place or begging you on the home to come over to Slender’s. He completely melted when you cleaned him up after killing. Every time you cleaned his hoodie, he cuddled and sniffed it first, as it smelled like you. You always used the best softeners and detergent like the mother you were

Toby absolutely loved your cooking. He always scarfed that shit down real quick, before asking for seconds and sometimes even thirds

Nobody dared be mean to Toby when you were around. He was a snitch too and carried on to you when someone did. You were very protective and motherly over Toby, and always stood up for him. If a creep was mean to him (usually Jeff), he wrapped his arms around your waist, hiding behind you while pointing at the offender (Jeff)

Toby couldn’t deny that he was scared of you. You were so much like an old fashioned mum, and he feared punishment from you. One night after a mission, he practically came skipping back to your place. Toby bursted through the door to find you cooking him dinner over the stove, humming a tune while covered in blood

Whoa

Toby knew that it wasn’t yours. He thought so highly of you, and knew you could take care of yourself just fine. Hell, you sure did of him! He knew that you had hurt other people, and probably for good reason… right?

Seeing you cook for him after a murderous rampage… huff, sure did a number on him… Toby started to shamelessly and clumsily flirt, blushing and gushing like a schoolgirl over you

You were so cool to him

BEN Drowned💖

BEN’s room was a mess before you came along. You kept it clean and washed all his clothes, which often were dirty. Whether they were covered in blood, chip crumbs, soda or sweat, you were there to scoop them off the floor and into the wash

BEN’s diet usually consisted of snacks and/or whatever he munched on while gaming. But now you were here, you cooked him nice meals three times a day

Nobody thought it was possible, but he actually didn’t game as much after he met you. BEN much preferred to hang out with you instead (congratulations)

Nobody messed with BEN that much, but when they did, you were right there to shout them down. He felt so safe and protected with you by his side. If you were lecturing a creep for being rude to him, he was hiding behind you and cheering you on like the proud bf he was

One night, BEN crawled out of your phone, which was laying on your kitchen counter. He suddenly popped up in your home, gawking in bewilderment at you as you cooked him dinner. You were caked in blood while humming to yourself innocently

BEN uncertainly called your name, resulting in you looking up from the stove at him with a warm smile. He asked you what happened as chill as he could, in which you gently told him. He had no idea you were a killer like him. You were so sweet, and so different from him. It shocked BEN a lot, but that didn’t make him love you any less

In fact, he just loved you more

Eyeless Jack💖

You often took the clothes right off Jack’s back, as they were frequently covered in fresh blood. Whether from cutting up his ‘experiments’, patching up an injured creep, or just enjoying a little snack, he always found a way to splash red all over his hoodie

Jack fell in love with you a little more everyday. When you came over to the mansion, you cooked him gourmet meals with kidneys and other human organs from his stash. He thought they were delicious and absolutely fabulous. He couldn’t eat anything else!

If Jeff or someone was teasing Jack, the words hurt you more than him. The eyeless man was way better than any petty banter or insults. You knew that, but still always snapped at others for being mean to him. Jack thought it was rather cute, really

Jack was getting curiouser and curiouser when you came to the mansion with jars of kidneys or other gory items. You innocently told him you got them just for him, and how you were to cook them up. Like, yeah, sure. That was very sweet of you and all, but whERE DID YOU GET THEM???

One lonely night, Jack left the mansion and made his way to your home. He missed you, and just wanted to curl up in your bed with you. You were expecting him, as it was common for him to give you evening visits

Jack entered through the front door with the spare key you gave him. He found you in the kitchen, stirring up a stew of gore for him on the stove. Blood dripped down from the brim of the pot, and so did some from your clothes. You smiled at Jack as he approached, slowly taking off his mask to get a better look of you, though he was eyeless

You were drenched in blood, giggling to him how you went ‘grocery shopping’ for him. You were quite old fashioned and domesticated, after all! Jack didn’t pick you for a fellow killer. Because you reminded him of one of those nuclear fam spouses from the fifties or something. You were already very alluring to him, and this was just icing on the kidney cake

Jeff The Killer💖

Jeff was very stubborn. He acted annoyed when you tidied his godawful room, and made a big deal of you washing his clothes. You just rolled your eyes with a smile and gently told him you only did it because you loved him. Jeff grew bashful, and acted like it didn’t warm his dead heart. He ended up looking forward to coming home to you after killing, and enjoyed the look on your face when you saw the blood all over his white hoodie

Jeff tried so hard not to get emotional when you cooked him a nice meal. You almost reminded him of his mother, and you took him back to a much simpler time. He fell asleep with his head on your belly that same night, with you laying on your back in between his bedsheets

When Jeff got into a scrap with another creep, he always made it violent. Liu sparked up an argument with his brother, which Jeff pulled a knife on him. You had to tug him back by his hood, prying the blade from his pale hand

Jeff was beyond angry. He didn’t want to listen to you as you dragged him to his room and shut the door behind you. If you tried to mother and reason with him, expect him to shout or tell you to shut up. You were forever patient with this man though, and eventually got through to him

Like said before, Jeff was very stubborn and also cold. But after hearing you ended up lecturing Liu for picking on his brother, he couldn’t help but grow even more fond of you

Jeff climbed through your bedroom window. When he noticed you weren’t in there, he immediately ventured off to the kitchen, knowing you would be cooking dinner. Jeff was carrying a bloody knife, but it clattered to the floor when he saw you

There was blood all over your clothes, and on your hands too. You were cooking him dinner with a small smile, and it widened when you spotted him in the doorway

Before you could greet him, Jeff was storming over to you slamming you against the wall. Your murderous eyes grew wide as he pressed himself flush against your bloody form, smacking a hungry kiss to your lips

Homicidal Liu💖

Liu was so appreciative of you when you offered to wash his clothes after killing. Sometimes blood splashed onto his coat or scarf, but you were right there to clean and soften them for him

Your domestic antics almost made Liu feel normal again. You cooked him (and sometimes his brother) meals all the time like the motherly sweetheart you were. He often came over to your place after killing and whatnot. Jeff sometimes tagged along too just to abuse your kindness of washing his clothes and feeding him good food

Now as much as you cared for Jeff, you often had to shout him down when he picked a fight with your Liu. Jeff would start sulking, and Liu would absolutely love it. Scratch that, he absolutely loved you. You were his rock. <3 You two were a pretty cute couple and always had plenty to talk about

Liu visited you one evening without his brother, entering your lovely home with a pep in his step. Everything stopped though when he found you cooking him dinner, humming while covered in blood. He thought somebody hurt you, and was stumbling over himself as he raced over. You had to console Liu, caressing his stitched up cheeks while cooing over the top of his rambling

He relaxed a little after you told him it wasn’t your blood all over you. But he didn’t bring his guard down much as he realised that meant you hurt someone else. You—sweet, innocent you… killed…?

Liu was overcome with emotions. He threw himself around you, hugging your neck tight and nestling into it. He exhaled when he felt you wrap your arms around him too. He decided he would unpack you being a killer later. Liu just wanted to be close to you at the moment. He was just relieved you were okay

[reegis]

may i humbly request a brian?

no matter how good brian hugs are its always Very important you figure out what mode hes in first

[rottingworship]

The smut prompts 72 and 80 ☝️😈

Withhhhh

Hoodie😳

MWAAH THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!! This is actually longer than most prompts i've ever written ever omg... I got carried away... may write a part 2 involving tim :3

As always, prompts are from here! Divider is from sister-lucifer

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!, fingering, innocent!reader, hint at corruption kink sorta (?), praise, finger sucking, F!Reader

Prompts: "There is no way anyone is that innocent." "What? Does that feel good?"

“There is no way anyone is that innocent.” Brian switches through the channels on the TV.

Tim shrugs, really not caring. “Ya never know.”

“She’s a killer.” Brian huffs. “We are all killers.”

“Not all killers fuck.” Tim rolls his eyes. “If it’s that big of a deal, why don’t you ask her?” Tim has had enough. He gets up and walks to his room. Brian is thinking about it. About how sweetly you interact with them. How oblivious you are to some of their jokes. The look on your face when some of them click.

The door opening brings him out of his thoughts. You walk into your home with a large smile on your face and a small bag of groceries in your hand. You tell Brian ‘hi’ and walk to the kitchen. His eyes don’t leave you.

You turn back around and your eyes meet his. “You alright, love?”

Brain tenses. Love… It’s what you have always called him and Tim both. There never seems to be any ‘love’ behind the word. But Brian wishes for there to be. He’s sure you're just being nice and friendly. You always have been. Somehow, you stay so loving…

“Yeah.” He stands up from the couch and begins to walk towards you. You don’t think anything of it. You put some of the groceries up and begin to walk past him. Brian stops you in your tracks, his hand grabbing your bicep. The way look up at him leaves him reeling. Brian holds you there. Without saying a word.

“You good?” Your brows furrow, but you don’t pull away. Your eyes show no sign of fear of him hurting you, but they do show extreme confusion.

“Is this an act?”

His question causes you to pout. “What? Is what an act?” You really don’t get it.

“You’re so-” Brian sighs. “Nevermind. I gotta go.” He is overwhelmed. It doesn’t take a lot for you to realize that. Brian is quick to leave your home. You try to get that interaction out of your head and finish putting up groceries. As you walk to the bathroom to finish putting things away, you remember Tim’s home. You walk to his room and knock.

“Hey, it’s me.” As soon as he gives you the okay, you open the door. “Is Brian okay?” It’s the first thing you ask. Tim looks at you and groans.

“What’d he do?”

“He asked if I was acting,” It comes out more like a question than anything, “and then, he just- He left.”

Tim snorts, trying to not smile. “He’s fine. Probably relieving some stress right now.”

“What’s he stressed about?” You cock your head at him.

“You.” It’s all he gives you. You are sent into a spiral. Your face contorts with confusion and you gasp. You stumble on your words, stuttering something out, before Tim saves you. “It’s not bad, he thinks about you too much though.”

“Too much!?” You are dumbfounded. “How much is the normal amount?”

“Probably the amount that I think about you.”

You cannot catch a break. You let out a groan and close Tim’s door, leaving him alone. You have no more questions for him. You want to call Brian and ask if he’s alright, but you aren’t sure it’s Brian that will answer. You sigh and go to your room. You already took care of your business (or the operator’s), bought groceries, and put them up. It is time for you to relax. And now you can’t.

You walk to your bathroom and decide to shower. You have had a long day, and maybe the hot water will help relax you. As you shower, all you can think about is Brian; his questions and whatever the fuck Tim meant about him. You cannot lie, Brian is always plaguing your mind. Even more so now. Does he like me? You think as you wash your body. Does he fucking hate my guts? You begin to stress. If he hates me, that would suck, we kinda have to work together for the foreseeable future. You want to explode. You finish up your shower quicker than normal and decide you cannot be in your room. You get dressed and head to the living room. You lay down on your couch and sigh. You flip through the channels and land on some corny horror movie. You keep it there.

Before you know it, you are dozing off. You wake up to the door of your house opening. You sit up and rub your eyes. “Who- Brian?” You make out his frame, and then his hood and mask. “Oh, it’s just you, Hoodie.” You lie back down on the couch and close your eyes. You have not interacted with Hoodie as much as you have Brian, but you still trust him.

“Wake up.”

The way he says it has you sitting up immediately. You look at him with wide eyes and your mouth is slightly agape. “What the fuck?” Your legs swing over the side of the couch and Hoodie sits down beside you. “Is this about earlier? Because I’m still confused.”

“You really are oblivious… You know that?” You cannot figure out his emotions. You can’t tell if he’s smiling or annoyed, and it’s bothering you. “You’ve got Brian wrapped around your finger, and you are completely oblivious.” Hoodie doesn’t move. You scoot down the couch, confused by the suddenness of everything. “I see what he sees in you, though.”

“What?” You sound groggy still. “What does he see?”

Hoodie scoots closer. You freeze, swallowing hard. “You’re an angel.” Hoodie says it as if you should be aware of that already.

“I assure you,” You put a hand up, “I am no angel.” Something clicks. Your face contorts again, changing from confusion to an awareness. Awareness of everything Hoodie is saying. “Is this about not understanding some of the jokes I hear? Because, I’ve never been around guys a lot-” You look away from him, embarrassed. “I was pretty sheltered until I turned eighteen. And, y’know, moved away. I’ve never really had many friends-”

“It’s not an act…” Hoodie sounds so primal suddenly. It causes chills to run down your spine. The hair on your neck is standing on end. You swallow hard and let out an awkward laugh. You can’t look at him. “It’s okay,” He coos.

“I think about you- Uh Brian, a lot…” You twiddle your fingers, biting the inside of your lip, “I don’t know- I can’t begin to tell you-” You can’t see his face, but he looks absolutely animalistic. You blink a couple times, collecting your thoughts. “Can you kiss me?” Your voice is hushed, barely above a whisper.

Hoodie does not hesitate. He lifts up his mask, just enough to reveal his mouth and moves towards you. His hands cup your face and he smiles as soon as his lips meet yours. You relax into his touch. Your mind is going a mile a minute. When his tongue gently runs across your bottom lip, you eagerly open your mouth for him.

Without missing a beat, as Hoodie shoves his tongue in your mouth, he effortlessly moves you onto his lap. You let out a gasp and your arms wrap around his neck. You are positively melting into his touch.

Hoodie pulls away and begins to trail kisses down your throat. Your brain is fuzzy and you can’t think straight. You let a quiet moan and Hoodie smirks against your skin. “Sh,” He hushes you, “don’t need Tim hearing us.”

You nod and try to keep quiet. Before you know it, your position is being switched. You are lying on your back on the couch and Hoodie is above you, he’s watching you. You can’t see his eyes, but you can see his smirk. You let out a whine and your thighs rub together. “Please,” You whine, “I need-” You cannot verbalize what you need.

“Use your words,” He leans down and begins to kiss your neck again, licking and nipping the sensitive skin.

“I need you to touch me!” You are frustrated. “Make me feel good, please!” You are begging at this point.

Brian laughs. His smile widens and laughs. Your face is burning up and you want to hide again. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs into your skin. “I can do that.”

Hoodie is resting on his arm, keeping his weight from being completely on you. His opposite hand begins to trail towards your shirt and straight towards the elastic of your pajama pants. His hand dips down and he begins to rub you through your panties. Your hips eagerly roll into his touch and Hoodie gently bites down on your neck.

“So impatient,” He hums into your ear.

“Please!” You are still trying to keep quiet. “Need you-”

Hoodie doesn’t falter. His fingers pull down your pajama pants and your underwear. He palms you, and you roll into him again. A little more violently this time. Hoodie slides one finger into you at first. His lips are still attached to your throat. Your breathing is becoming heavy and loud. Hoodie’s finger moves slowly, painfully slow at first. You buck into him and let out a soft whimper.

“Hm,” Hoodie hums into your skin. “I’m sure your own fingers aren’t this good, huh?” He is cocky. You shake your head, quickly. You cannot form words. You are left a mess under him. “What? Does that feel good?” He knows the answer to that. You nod. “I’m gonna add another, okay?” He sits up to watch your reaction.

Another finger pushes into you and a white, hot fire is lit in your core. Your eyes screw shut as his fingers slowly pump in and out of you, his thumbs grazing over your clit. You feel like you're in a tunnel. You can hear him commenting about how good you are, but you cannot respond. Your mouth falls agape and you are trying to form a sentence to beg for more.

“Faster,” You mumble, “please, faster!”

“Anything for you,” He coos at you.

He picks up the pace and you are writhing in pleasure underneath him. Every single time his fingers pull from you, your hips follow them. You need him.

“Close-” The word stumbles from your tongue, “so close.” Your toes curl. You are going to burst. Your body tenses and your eyes shut tight. Your nails dig into Hoodie’s back, clawing at the fabric. His pace, steady but quick, does not slow. He keeps going. No signs of stopping anytime soon.

You pull Hoodie to you, letting out a loud whimper. His name falling from your lips like a mantra. You are seeing stars as his thumb rubs your clit a little faster. A louder cry is pulled from you this time. Everything comes undone so fast. Hoodie is in your ear, mumbling to you how good you’ve been, how you deserve this, and kissing the shell of your ear.

Hoodie lowers himself on top of you as you come down from your high. His fingers pull from you and shoves them into his own mouth. He sucks on them. You feel yourself getting even more wet.

The door down the hall opens. “What the fuck?”

You hide yourself immediately. Hoodie laughs. “I told you to be quieter.”

[magickcandie]

Queen with Reader

With Brian May x Reader undertones

Christmas with Queen!

You had gone through university with Brian, Roger and Freddie as you were also working towards an art major. Once they became Queen and added John Deacon, the five of you had become inseperateable. You were always around them.

You had known that when the holidays were coming around, Freddie would insist on doing something very big. It was only natural of them. However you insisted on bringing your own decorations to help decorate the studio.

John and yourself were always dancing to Christmas music or singing along to whatever you could play on piano. Freddie didn't want let anyone help with the decorations.

"I have a vision, my dear, and frankly, you'll only get in the way. I hope you understand."

"Come on, it's Christmas," you whined back at him.

"Oh fine."

You clapped your hands and grabbed a piece of garland to start adding to the window ledges.

“I can’t reach!” You shouted, standing in your toes.

“Even Roger can reach!” Freddie teased.

“Hey!”

“You know, standing there and gawking won’t help the decorations go up.”

“I’ll go find a ladder. Or a stool.” Said John, setting down his own piece of tinsel.

You dismissed his intentions. “Eh, it doesn’t matter. Rog, come here.” You waved him over.

You looked up to gage the distance then positioned Roger by the wall. Then you walked behind him and jumped on his back.

“What are you doing!” He laughed.

“Stand still!” You strung the garland to the wall just before letting go and jumping off Roger.

Freddie looked between you two. “My darling, Y/N, I love you, but you’re not clambering onto my shoulders."

You and Roger exchange glances. You two matched the same glances and immediately you both run at Freddie. He attempts to hold him still while you start to climb on his back.

Brian was brooding the whole time. For no reason really. He had expressed his feelings towards helping, but he found many an excuse to whine and read elsewhere.

That went on until entire studio had been decorated with tinsel and ribbon, garlands just about on every wall, and there was mistletoe hanging by the front door.

"I get the star! It's my tree." You laughed as everyone went digging through the box.

Brian was content to sit read the newspaper, now joining everyone in the main room.

You had stood on your toes, reaching up to attach the star. That's when you heard a snicker. You dropped a hand to your hip and looked over your shoulder to scowl.

"Are you just gonna laugh at me?"

Brian looked up at you, laughing aloud this time. You crossed your arms.

"Would help me?"

"No, no, why don't you ask John. He's just about as tall as me." Brian said.

"Are you really being angry with me because I didn't ask you for help? Please?" Brian and you held eye contact. "Please," you tried again.

Brian stood up, coming up behind you to hoist you from the waist, seemingly stronger than he seemed.

You placed the star on and Brian set you down. Freddie clapped. John went around to shut off the lights, Roger to plug in the tree.

"Merry Christmas, you jerk," you said to Brian with a smile.

"Happy Christmas to you too, Y/N." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and placed a kiss on your cheek.

You were going to enjoy the holidays, you decided.

[groupiewhoreee]

hii, first of all, finding your blog is a blessing from heaven🙌🏻✨, I'm so happy for have found it❤️ don't know if u write for them but, can I request queen headcannons, please? It's ok if you don't write to them, anyways, your blog is amazing thank u💕

hii! omg, thank you so much, i'm so glad you think so! its a blessing that your requesting me right now! 💕 yes, of course you can. i'd love to write headcanons about them! i don't really write for them, but as stated i do take requests for other bands/people! ur welcome, and thank you. ❤️

(whats happening in the gif 😭)

QUEEN HEAD-CANONS! (NSFW ADDITION!)

FREDDIE MERCURY

Freddie is the most sweetest person during sex it is very unbelievable. But he has his times where he cracks a smile and starts to laugh when you make an weird noise or manage to fall off the bed. He wants to make sure what he is doing is ok with you, of course. He never wants to hurt you or make you uncomfortable in any way possible.

He doesn't have many kinks, but Im gonna think he might have a role-play kink. Dressing up, all that stuff, yk? He doesn't have a particular favorite roleplay pair.

He prefers non-public sex due to the fact because he doesn't want to get in trouble, nor does he want anyone to even see in the first place. So he prefers to do it where its just you and him. He also doesn't like to go out in public with you hence people back then weren't very supportive of ur relationship.

You both don't really use positions. You guys just end up doing it however you two land up.

Honestly, sex happens mostly on the couch or the bed, no in between. Although, if you'd like to do it somewhere else that's fine with him.

BRIAN MAY

He's a sweet, somewhat serious and goofy guy during sex. He always cracks a smile during sex, and remains eye contact with you. He holds ur hands, kisses you all over and makes sure ur okay and he isn't hurting you too much. He can get rough though. He can start to spank you, and roughen you up.

Thighs, he loves thighs. He is a big thigh person. He adores touching and getting in between ur thighs. Hickies are left there sometimes.

Breeding kink. Nuff Said.

Very possessive sometimes, although he'll let you see friends and everything. During sex, he'll force you/beg to moan his name because he loves to hear how he owns you.

He isn't much interested in kinks, though he's fine with them. He's got a major breeding kink, how he groans to put a baby into you, and how he's gonna fill you up.

ROGER TAYLOR

Ah yes, Roger. The screaming boy. That definitely applies to the bed. Grunting, and moaning softly in ur ear. But, he likes to dominate you and roughen you up. Brian accidentally walked in on you two, It was kinda embarrassing. He loves pulling ur hair, calling you slut and names.

He likes his hair pulled, enough said.

He loves your boobs. Sometimes he'll grope them when he's behind you, or in front of you. He'll slap them sometimes. Freddie had to tell him to stop.

He loves having sex in the car, because music can play, and he loves his car as well, so. He loves having you in his car.

He'll definitely let you dominate him.. calling him baby boy, and how he'll call you mommy.

JOHN DEACON

John is just chill during sex, though he can get very serious and somewhat goofy, it's pretty casual. But, he'll roughen you up for you and will try new things for you if sex is getting boring.

Lives for you riding him, he likes to grip ur thighs and make eye contact with you.

Loves ur ass. He likes to smack it, and grab it from behind or when he is walking by. Brian noticed it and never said anything after.

He likes when you just tug his hair slightly when he eats you out. He loves it. How you entangled your fingers get into his soft/curly hair.

Is willing to do a threesome with you and one of his bandmates.

[veaspo]

Hello I'm loving all of your stuff 💗 you are doing amazing 🤩

May I please request

Toby, masky/tim, hoodie/brian and EJ

With an SO who always has a hoodie/jumper on all the time, one night they are making out and they take off their SO's hoodie/jumper and they see that their SO has a lot of tattoos 💗

Thank you 😊

woooo😛😛😛

ALSO, A REQUEST THATS COMING SOON THEY TALKED ABT LIKE EMOJI ANONS SO IM GONNA START DOING THAT AFTER THAT REQUEST COMES OUT

CREEPYPASTAS X TATTOO.COVERED!READER

TOBY ROGERS // TICCI TOBY

-you and your boyfriend were making out

-it was your guys' first time doing this

-it was getting hot so you decided to take off your hoodie

-you broke the kiss and took off your jacket

-toby looked down at you and there it was

-a bunch of tattoos. toby was so shocked, he almost started drooling..

TIM WRIGHT // MASKY

-you two have made out a bunch of times but you always had a hoodie on

-he always thought you were hiding something but he didnt want to push you to figure out

-but you decided that tonight was the night

-you were trying to wither out your hoodie when tim broke the kiss

-you were finally able to get it off and tim finally seen what you were hiding

-he loved your tattoos, now he kisses your tattoos, rubs your tattoos.

BRIAN THOMAS // HOODIE

-yall have done A LOT

-brian thought it was going to escalate to sex so he decided to take off your hoodie

-he didnt want you getting too hot.

-when he broke the kiss to pull the hoodie over your head

-he seen the tattoos and his eyes started sparking ✨

-he'll wanna get matching tattoos later

JACK NYRAS // EYELESS JACK

-IT WAS GETTING STEAMY.

-he took off his mask so you only thought it was fair to take off your jacket

-he only knows about one tattoo you have and its the matching one you two got together a while ago

-when you got that tattoo, you didnt have tattoos then. the matching one started your little addiction

-you took your jacket off and he was speechless, he was staring at your tattoos with wide eyes

-he loves how tough they make you look

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all of these are lowk the same, im sorry pookies

[evermoresversion]

LIAR, BRIAN O'CONNER.

A/N I just watched fast and furious 1 for the first time and oh my god i fell more in love with this beautiful human being.

PAIRING Brian O'Conner x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Angsty, betrayal but fluff at the end.

SUMMARY You find out that Brian was an undercover cop who was only investigating you and your family but he really fell for you.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | BRIAN'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

The Torettos and Letty had met you at a race, Dom and Letty both liked your driving so you competed against her.

When you won and she was about to give you her car keys you told her to keep it, deciding that you were fine that way, so Dom decided he wanted you on his team.

You worked at the Toretto's store and coincidentally over time a blonde with blue eyes came daily for his tuna sandwich.

A horrible sandwich, by the way. Nobody liked the tuna there, Vince's words, not yours.

Mia realizing this, once Brian left after finishing the sandwich, smiled knowingly.

"He likes you." She decreed approaching you, you decided to play dumb like you didn't know what she was talking about.

"What? I don't think so." you denied turning over the magazine you were reading, she took it out of your hands.

"It's more than clear, I mean, have you seen yourself? You're super hot." she added and you denied smiling.

"Maybe it's another reason why he come to eat those horrible sandwiches." you winced at the thought of the first and last time you tried them.

"They're disgusting." both laughed agreeing. "But seriously, he likes you, at least he's attracted to you."

You sighed without saying anything, biting the inside of your cheek.

"Is Mia right?" you thought.

A few days had passed in which Brian had officially joined the team, when he went to the first barbecue that y'all organized every Sunday.

You both sent each other some meaningful looks. He couldn't stop looking at you, and you avoided his gaze out of embarrassment, but with a smile on your lips that let him know that you noticed his looks.

While the boys were watching a movie, you and Mia took care of the dishes even though you insisted that you could alone.

When Brian entered the kitchen Mia looked at you and nudged your shoulder covertly.

And you looked at her trying to tell her to calm down.

"May I help you with something?" He asked more than anything looking at you, and Mia took the opportunity to leave you both alone.

"Yes, actually I have a headache, good night y/n, good night Brian."

"Bye." you murmured going back to washing the dishes.

"Where I come from who cooks doesn't clean." He mentioned and came over to your side, drying the dishes after you washed them.

"I really enjoy doing it." you nodded without looking at him.

"You know what I don't enjoy?" he asked looking directly at you, you hummed to keep him talking. "that you never look me in the eye."

"What? That's not true." You denied, still without looking at him.

"Then do it, look at me." he ordered, and you put your shame aside to do it.

But it didn't last long because shame returned and you looked away, with a smile on your lips.

"See?! You can't do it." he mocked and when you finished washing the dishes you threw a rag in his face.

"It's just that you're too handsome." You said and quickly regretted it, where was your shame now?

"Handsome?" your face was literally a tomato. But that didn't stop him from walking up to you, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear, and looked at you in the most beautiful way you've ever been looked at in your life. "Then you are gorgeous."

His ocean blue eyes looked into yours and honestly you could drown and die happily.

He leaned towards your face, and a little brush of lips made you join your lips in a kiss that was slow at first, but it became more passionate when he put his hand on the back of your neck to hold you in place.

A few minutes later they separated with a smile on their lips and continued cleaning.

At the end of the day you ended up kissing him and with a pending date.

The whole team was in the Desert Race. It was night and Dom asked you to help them and the others to steal some trucks that had waited too long to do it.

"I feel like something is going to go wrong." you murmured biting your lip anxiously and Letty nodded agreeing with you.

"We shouldn't be doing this without Jesse."

Dom asked you to calm down and so y'all went to start the mission.

The hours passed and you reached the trucks. And it all went horribly wrong.

Vince ended up with a shotgun wound to the abdomen, his arm totally bruised, and Letty was thrown off the road, causing her car to crash.

When Brian and Mia arrived to help y'all, Letty was in Leon's car.

You were next to Vince, on the side of the road. Brian reached for his phone to call an ambulance or something.

But his words left you stunned.

He was a cop. And he hid that from you.

He lied to you.

He looked at you with his blue eyes, hoping you weren't angry or upset with him.

But what you felt was beyond that.

When the call ended you got up to get away from there.

And he followed you.

"y/n! wait."

"What for? So that you continue lying to me?" you faced him, looking into his eyes.

"I'm sorry." I was going to take your hand but you took it away denying.

"You're just a liar." You declared looking at him with tears in your eyes thinking that probably everything he had told you that he felt for you was also a lie.

And he answered you as if he was reading your thoughts.

"Everything I told you, my feelings for you are true." he confessed taking one of your cheeks. "Please believe me."

You denied at first, unable to look at him, but he raised your face by the chin, bringing his face closer to yours. He stopped long enough for you to pull away, but when you didn't, he kissed you.

Just like your first kiss.

And even if you wanted to avoid it you couldn't, you were totally and irrevocably in love with Brian O'Conner.

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(*・∀・*)ノ I wanted to fix my request on the cody one since ik you don't do cody so sorry! Can you do a scenario if zalgo were to put a 24 hour curse on the creeps so that their personality would flip and then slender would have to deal with some of his kids being super rude but some being super nice? (Sorry again and sorry if this is an odd request (ToT))

I appreciate you fixing it! I was going to handle it myself, so I appreciate you helping me :) I hope you enjoy, I tried!

He thinks he must be dreaming. Surely, Slender thinks, this must just be a very realistic nightmare that he's living in, but nope, this is his life. He knows the spell won't last more than a day or two, but he cannot wait for all of this to be over and for things to go back to normal, because this is absolute hell. Normally, they all get along, and act (generally) respectfully toward Slender. But now, now there's constant screaming, there's constant yelling, and the mansion has become swallowed up in chaos. He can't even depend on Tim, his right-hand man, to help him with this because Tim has become the most disrespectful of them all, and quite honestly, it hurt Slender's feelings, not gonna lie.

In an unlikely turn of events, the ones he has to turn to for any amount of support are Kate, Helen, and Candy, who are the most stable. Kate who is usually an energetic trouble maker has become calm and stoic, listening to Slender easily, and then there's Helen, the avoidant guy who is now incredibly emotional and clingy, and Candy, who despite his normal shenanigans like Kate, has become incredibly toned down and serious to the extent Slender wondered if it was Terrors he was speaking to and not Candy. Kate and Candy easily separate fights together, of which there are many. It's heartbreaking for Slender to see the family he has built quite literally tearing itself apart at the seams. Natalie and Toby are screaming at each other and breaking things, Tim and Brian (the two who have never fought before in their lives) have been arguing for hours, and that's just the stuff he can see and hear, he has no idea what anyone he can't find it up to, and it worries him. Not because of the mansion itself, but because he worries for their safety and their feelings. Kate and Candy do their best for damage control, eventually corralling everyone and getting them somewhere Slender can see, but the bickering continued, until finally, Helen snapped.

Their personalities may have switched, but the sight of Helen, who never expresses emotion, breaking down sobbing and just asking for everyone to calm down and get along so they could be a family again triggered something in all of their brains, and they all shut up and did as he had asked. Some of them had even apologized to Helen (and Slender as well), but the display had clearly gotten them to relax. They all stayed in the same room together, all eventually falling asleep, and finally waking up the next day having returned to normal. Of course, despite the spell, they all remember the previous day, and there are a lot of tears and apologies to just about everyone in the mansion. Those who broke things were quick to clean them up and offer to repay Slender, those who had arguments apologized and asked for forgiveness, and just about everyone was apologizing to Helen for upsetting him so much, which caused Helen to become extremely embarrassed, curling in on himself and wishing he could disappear because of his actions the previous day. It made Slender so happy to see them all apologizing and trying to fix things, but he was mostly just happy to have his peace and calm back, especially as they were all doing their best to make it up to him. The only person to miss the entire fiasco was poor nocturnal EJ, who had slept through the day and upon waking up at night had felt unusually lazy due to his personality change, so he went back to sleep. Upon finally coming downstairs that afternoon, he was very confused by the sound of all the broken things being thrown away and the sound of so many people crying, wondering what the fuck had happened. It was an awkward explanation, to say the least.