#probably too much to ask tbh! but like! I'm so tired! of being second fiddle to everyone!
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Me: hey mom can you not make your anxieties my problem? I'll encourage you to talk to others and help you reach out however you want, but I can't be the one to help you, it stresses me out and given my childhood it's upsetting.
Mom: doesn't stop, keeps going "what if this happens, what if that happens?"
Me: answers her questions and says "I don't know though, that's just in the hypothetical you came up with" *leaves bc I'm stressed out about having to deal with her anxieties Again*
Mom: keeps! Going! Even when I turn up the TV to drown her out!
Me: can you please stop, it's really upsetting when you violate my boundaries like that.
Mom: what? I was not!
Me: you were! You were yelling so that i-
Mom: I wasn't yelling! You were just across the house so I wanted to make sure you could hear me.
Me: yeah! And you were talking about your anxieties! That I've asked you to not talk about with me!
Mom: I wasn't making it you deal with my anxieties! I'm just loud.
Me: reminds her that she JUST said she was raising her voice so I could hear her while she was talking about her anxieties.
Mom: *babbles in backtracking*
#dragontalk#personal#it's like. oh. am i not patentified mom???? am i not????????#am I really really not???????#are you SURE cause apparently you don't even realize when you're still talking to me!#about something I've made it very clear I have no interest in discussing with you!#I'll continue to be your caretaker but like. I'm being paid to help you physically not mentally#the fuckiny website even says you're not being paid to have conversations with your recipient.#so like! STILL doing the job! that I'm being paid for! i just have no more patience for the fucking dynamics of this relationship like#i just want someone who sees me and my needs as a priority. who I actually like and think is neat. and who gets me.#probably too much to ask tbh! but like! I'm so tired! of being second fiddle to everyone!#either treat me like a person At Least or gtfo#I'm not your therapist I'm not your shitty shoulder to cry on I'm not your manic pixie dream nerd I'm not your white mommy I'm NOT#yes this rant expanded from Mother to various people who I've served emotionaly. what of it. i have issues gdi.
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Making Queen members flower crowns would include
Pairing: Queen members x reader
Word count: (altogether) 1800+
Warnings: some sickening fluff, oh and swearing but that’s a standard, some slightly suggestive themes in john’s (implied sex) but nothing accually happens except a kiss
A/N: Hello you beautiful people! I’m back (don’t get used to that tho lol) I thought of this two years ago when i first saw Bohemian Rhapsody (SO 2 FUCKING YEARS AGO). Freddie’s is gender neutral. I tried to add a “keep reading” button but I’m not sure it works tbh because this hell of a side never cooperates.
Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.
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Brian May
You were laying on Brian's lap, the sun hitting your face pleasantly. This week the weather was nice and warm, which was something extremely unusual in England, so the two of you decided to head out to the country and have a little picnic.
After what felt like hours spent in the car ("Brian, for Christ's sake, would you open the bloody window, I can't breathe!" and "Bri, I love you, but if we don't get there in five minutes, I'm going to murder you, I swear") you finally found a nice clearing, where you could relax and forget about the stresses of city life.
Brian put down a blanket on the grass, near a small stream that flew through the forest. He brought the bag with food and drinks (you didn't have a basket, so you had to improvise).
You quickly put some sunscreen on your face and laid down, keeping your head propped on Brian's lap. He put a hat over his face and fell asleep, his chest rising steadily.
After some time (that fucking wasp didn't let you sit in one place), you stood up and noticed many beautiful flowers, growing on a nearby bush. You got lost in picking up the most beautiful ones, admiring each one carefully. When you got enough, you sat back down and started tying the stems together.
Suddenly you got an idea. Careful not to wake him up, you began sticking the flowers in Brian's dark curls.
Your now decorated boyfriend woke up and stretched, not noticing the colourful addition to his hair. This made you chuckle softly, but you decided to see how long it would take him to realize.
+"What is it, babe? Do I have something on my face?"
"No, Bri, I just remembered a funny joke, that's all."
"Oh tell me, then."
"What’s the difference between a lawnmower and an electric guitar?"
"Hm?"
"You can tune a lawnmower!"
You both enjoyed the rest of the day swimming in the stream, sunbathing and eating the snack you brought. And Brian somehow still didn't notice.
Until it was time for you to get home.
You got in the car ("Open the window now, it's like in the oven in here!") and Brian looked into the rear-view mirror.
+"Hey, (Y/N), what the fuck is that? I love it."
Roger Taylor
So honestly it would probably happen during one of his concerts.
You were backstage watching the show, enjoying every second of it. Freddie was in the middle of shouting some (very inappropriate) compliments to Brian's ass, slapping his buttcheeks. The crowd immediately went wild hundreds of fans screamed in unison. You chuckled under your breath, flashing a white smile at your beloved boyfriend Roger and his bandmates. You felt an arm wrap around your shoulders. Surprised, you turned around, your eyes meeting Mary's.
+"What's up, kiddo?" she smirked and patted your back.
"Oh, nothing much. Just Freddie being Freddie," you replied, making both of you erupt with laughter.
Suddenly you felt a familiar feeling form in the pit of your stomach. Out of nowhere, your hands became shaky, your breath shallow and quick. Feeling like you need some fresh air, you excused yourself.
+"Are you sure you're okay, (Y/N)?" Mary watched you carefully, her hand supporting you in case you fainted.
"Yes, Mary, I just need some fresh air. I'm extremely tired, and I haven't eaten anything since this morning" you reassured your friend. "I'm just gonna sit outside for a while."
"Do you want me to come with you?" she asked, still not convinced about your well-being.
"Yes, I wouldn't want to spoil the gig for you. I'll be back before you know it" you squeezed her hand and, after promising her to be careful, you headed outside.
You took a walk alongside the small patch of lawn beside the exit. After taking a couple of deep breaths, you noticed some daisies grow in the green grass. Without thinking much, you sat down and started picking them up and tying their stems together.
Your fingers worked quickly, making a beautiful flower crown, mindlessly.
Meanwhile, on stage, the boys were singing She makes me - a song that reminded Roger of you. He quickly glanced to his right, expecting to see your beautiful figure standing with Mary. But, much to his surprise, he couldn't see you anywhere. It was no secret that his eyesight was shit but, bloody hell, it wasn't that bad. His blue eyes were searching for you, frantically.
When the song ended, he quickly motioned to Freddie to take a quick break, while he went to check up on you. He practically sprinted to Mary, almost knocking down his drumkit and John.
+"You dumb fuck, watch where you're going, Rog!"
Usually, Roger would reply with some snarky comment, but at that moment he really didn't care. When he reached Mary, he didn't even need to ask her about you.
+"She's outside. Needed some fresh air" the girl shooked her head towards the exit.
Roger quickly walked outside, knowing that he couldn't stall the audience for too long. But at the same time, he must have made sure you were all right.
He got out of the building and searched for you. He spotted to sitting on a small patch of grass, holding a pretty flower crown in your hands. His heart ached at this sight.
+"Hello, love" he whispered, kneeling next to you. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, I am, Rog" you kissed his cheek. "I just felt a bit off, that's all."
You felt your boyfriend press a kiss to your hair. You smiled at the feeling, leaning into his touch.
You finally placed the finished flower crown on his head, brushing away loose strands of sweaty hair from his face, your hand gently brushing his temple. He took your tiny hands in his and kissed your fingers.
+"Do you wanna go back in there, sweetheart?" he asked sweetly, looking deeply into your eyes.
You nodded and pecked his lips, "Of course, Rog, I wouldn't want to miss any more of your show."
He smiled and lead you inside, placing his hand on the small of your back. You returned to Mary and wished your boyfriend good luck.
Roger kept the flowers on his head throughout the whole gig, sending you a dashing smile and winking at you every now and again.
I just think Roger would look sososo pretty in a flower crown.
John Deacon
It was a lovely afternoon in London. You and your fiancé John decided to take a walk after the whole day in the studio, recording songs.
Taking a walk in a nearby park was a great way to destress and release the tension accumulated during the day. It was something John realized pretty early on in your relationship and took full advantage of it. He loved wandering along the pebbled pathways that swirled around beautiful trees and bushes full of colourful flowers. Being in the presence of nature made him feel at ease and helped him relax.
But the real reason why he enjoyed your walks so much was you. He adored seeing your face light up with joy when you saw a squirrel run up a branch of an old oak or when you spotted a particularly beautiful fish in the small pond. He could watch you pick up fallen leaves for ages and hear you talk to little kids in a playground, showing them the shiny rocks you collected along the way.
To be honest, he always dreamt about starting a family with you and seeing you get along with kids so well only increased that desire.
Often after a walk, he was in the mood™, which, considering his shy nature, always took you by surprise.
Oh man, he just loved taking a walk in the park.
And today was no different.
You were walking hand in hand, admiring the blossoming flowers. Occasionally, you would stop and pick them up, making a small bouquet in the process. White daisies, pink clovers and blue forget-me-nots accumulated with every step you took.
John was telling you about the new idea he had for a song, kissing your cheek every now and again.
Listening to him, you started to fiddle with the flowers, tying them in knots. After a while ("And then, I think, we could include a gong, you know?") you were done with your creation.
You put the flowers on John's head and kissed his temple.
+"What's that, darling?" he asked you, surprised.
"Nothing, but I think you look sensational, my love" you replied, smiling innocently.
You felt John's hand bring you closer to him. He kissed you, entangling his long and incredibly skilled fingers in your hair. The kiss soon turned into more heated one.
+"I'll show you how sensational I really am, pretty girl."
Freddie Mercury
So with Freddie, it was probably at one of his parties.
He invited you along to have a drink with him and his bandmates.
You usually weren't the one for big and loud parties, but he kept asking you and you gave in.
+"Oh okay, Fred, I'll do it," you said after the twentieth time he had asked you.
"Fantastic, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, loudly clapping his hands. "Just remember to wear a costume."
But you didn't really want to dress up in fancy dresses or costumes from different eras. Calling Mary, you asked her for advice and she told you to just wear some accessories.
So before the party, you went to a small flower shop and bought a small bouquet of purple lilacs. At home, you made a flower crown, hoping that dressing up as a nymph would be enough.
When you got to Freddie's house, you were greeted by a crowd of people in colourful skirts and suits with fashionable patterns. That's when you found Freddie, Roger, Brian and John, chilling on a couch with their dates.
+"Oh, (Y/N), you look marvellous, darling!" exclaimed Freddie dressed as a king, while he stood up to embrace you in a warm hug.
"Thank you, Fred, I made it myself" you smiled shyly.
You got some champagne and joined the conversation.
Suddenly, you felt a pat on your shoulder, and, when you turned around, you saw Freddie holding out a hand to you, asking you to dance with him. You gladly accepted and got up.
+"I really meant it, darling. You do look marvellous tonight" he whispered in your ear.
"Thank you, Freddie, you can have it if you'd like" you sent him a warm smile.
You took off his golden crown and set it aside. Gently taking off the flower crown from your head, you placed it on top of Fred's. He beamed at you and put his own crown on top of your head.
+"Now you rule here, darling."
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Heyo, can I get a bnha matchup? I'm a bisexual ENTP, but am mistaken as an introvert often due to being bad at social interaction and liking alone time. I talk a lot with people I'm comfortable with though. Sometimes I joke in serious situations. I don't worry that much and am carefree, though I can get randomly anxious sometimes. I'm a bit bad with emotions, but I've been told I can cheer people up because I'm optimistic. I'm a deep thinker and have been told a lot I'm smart.
Fnkdaofdnskao i really took a hot second with this one tbh 🥴 but here u go!! Also, since there was no gender listed, i just went w they/them pronouns!! If u want smth different, then just hmu and i can change it!! Also, i am so sorry i made the second one as more of a scenario?? And it was...oof. yikes. Sorry. This has become my style. Scenarios disguised as matchups. Im a liar
AS OF 05/25/2020 IM A LIAR ITS OUT TONIGHTTTT
#1 is…Denki!
okokokokok SO
Y’all meet during a training exercise!
It’s something similar to USJ, except it’s across several different schools and classes
And y’all had to find a bunch of objects
So there’s a mixed bundle of people
It’s a sort of competition
And everyone is sweating bullets
And honestly??
You’re just vibin
And i mean this like, you don’t really seem concerned.
You’re just chilling while everyone’s fighting, trying to find the best solution.
Naturally, you’re worried, too
But you know that it’s kinda useless to try and talk over Monoma and Bakugou
Now
Denki’s staying pretty quiet, too.
While it looks like he’s just vibing, too, but honestly?
He’s crazy nervous
Because here are all these super talented heroes-to-be, he feels like he’s gonna be glossed over
So as everyone’s duking it out, the two of you are just kinda...hanging in there
Now the thing is
You guys are avoiding eye contact.
Not in the sense of ‘oh my god, you atrocity to man,’
But in the ‘two bros chilling in a hot tub’ way.
So as the entire thing is falling on its head
You look over and notice that he’s trying desperately to remain chill.
He’s kinda fiddling with himself
And you nudge him a bit
And as he turns to look at you, you may or may not be screaming ‘what the FUCK did I just do??????’ in your head
But when he faces you, you just give him a thumbs up
Like that
And he’s kinda at a loss
But he takes it, and gives you a smile and a big ol’ thumbs-up, too!!
There’s no interaction again, until he nudges you
“Do you think they’ll come up with something?”
You shrug.
“Considering that the only brain cell in my class went to the Class Rep, and it doesn’t look like these guys their class brain cell, I don’t think so.”
Denki pulls back a snort before wiping his smirk off his face.
“Do you think...we could try? On our own?”
“Maybe.” You shrug again. “You’re the shock quirk user, right?”
Denki is stunned
Did someone remember him?
Woah
From here on out consider him whipped
“Yeah! What’s your quirk?”
“Crystallian.”
You watch his face go through a journey of emotions before settling on muffled confusion.
“Warping, basic elemental magic.” You play with some of your hair. “It’s all tied to a crystal I keep at home. If it’s safe, I’m safe.”
Denki nods.
He hadn’t heard of quirks where they have a variety of unrelated uses
But he’s there for it!!
You two begin to make your own plan to succeed in the exercise
And once y’all look over and realise that the arguing isn’t going to change, thanks to Monoma egging Bakugou on
Y’all dip
And by that, I mean you warp him and yourself to the highest point in the building
Took one (1) look at the lights
Shared a glance
And y’all took out the power
Within about thirty minutes, y’all have all the goods!!
Most folks are still trying to get used to the lack of light
So when your group presents the stuff to the teachers, Aizawa is tired but takes it
And so you guys pass!!
You and Denki talk more after
And he finds out that you’re part of a special school for kids with special quirks
Which off the bat sounds really bad
But you meet folks that are like you
and you tell him that he’d probably fit right in.
He’s over the moon!!! For once!!
Someone that takes him seriously!!
Y’all exchange numbers and the entire class can’t begin to fathom that holy shit Denki Kaminari got a s/o before anyone else in the class
Throws them all for a loop
And meanwhile Denki’s thriving w hugs and cuddles
#2 is…Momo!
Momo is...complicated
She’s in a rich family with a strong quirk
She’s got more than enough pressure on her shoulders
Especially since she was in 1-A, so the entire literal country of Japan has their eyes on her
And all the while she’s doing her best to focus, focus, focus
She wanted one day where she could be like Mina, Ochako, Tooru, Jirou, Tsu…
Normal.
So she does it
One morning, while her parents are gone, and before anyone else is awake
She ties her hair up and places it into a gaudy blonde wig
(Which was a massive pain in the ass, but that was the price of freedom)
She dons sunglasses, an outfit that in any other case she would die being caught in
Leaves her phone on her bed
Tiptoes down the stairs
And leaves
The moment she’s past the gates of her house and out of view, she lets out an enormous sigh
She has no idea what she’s going to do
But her heart races a little, because that was the beauty of it!!
She finally had no rules, short of the law
So she waltzes down the road, the city wakes up, and as the first hour drips by, she notices a distinct wave of youth
They’re not doing much, just relaxing in cafes and alleys
and Momo wonders if anyone is planning to send truant police
but considering she’s doing the same exact thing, she’s not gonna call them out
But as she passes by an arcade, she notices a group
They’re a bit more subdued than most of the others, just watching one of their friends play a dancing game and fail horribly
But most notably, Momo sees you
You’re snorting at the lanky girl who’s tripping over her own feet, but at the same time, it looks like you’re cheering her on
Momo’s curious, of course, but she also doesn’t want to intrude
But then one of them, a boy, turns and waves her over
She jumps because oh my god and makes her way over
“Hey, did you want to play? Sorry that Tsukki was hogging the game.” The boy says, and you turn and glance at her.
At first, Momo’s wondering if she should really join in, but then she sees you, fully…
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Unfortunately, you seem a bit closed off because you start talking to the last member of the party
Momo brushes it off and nods quickly
because goddamnit that’s what she’s here for
being a normal teenager
So she starts playing Tsukki
And Momo wipes the floor with her
Tsukki takes it well, fortunately, but it sparks conversation
“Where’d you learn to play?” The boy, Seong-Jin, kept on asking
Momo wasn’t crazy comfortable telling the Korean transfer student that she had ballroom classes
But as she’s about to make an excuse
She sees Present Mic out of the corner of her eye
And immediately panics
But before she can tell the four that she needs to hide, you come in clutch
You notice her look of panic and take off your jacket
And you drape it over her and pull up the hoodie.
At that point, all you can see is the bottom half of her face
(seeing as she never took off her sunglasses)
And a tuft of blonde hair
Present Mic even pops by for a second to ask how the kids were doing, and he didn’t recognise Momo
So crisis averted
Almost immediately afterwards, the five bail from the arcade and ask Momo why she freaked out
But then you speak up
“She doesn’t have to tell us. But next time you might need to bail, feel free.”
You gave her a soft smile, and when I tell you Momo’s face lights up
You two stick together for the rest of the day
And Seong-Jin, Tsukki, and the last person, Keito, are here for it
Bit by bit, they start separating into groups
That is, the Momo/YN group and the Everyone Else group
Soon enough, the three disappear to do something while Tsukki is shouting
And you and momo decide to take a break by a cafe, on a wall with foliage hitting your back
and you guys are talking as the sun begins to set
You guys talk about everything and anything
And Momo confesses it was the most fun she had in years
The way you talk to her is almost methodical, with how you seemed to tip toe around any insinuations or trauma.
“I know I only met you today, but if you ever need a place to crash…”
You trail off, playing a bit with your hands, but more out of awkwardness than anxiety.
Momo’s heart swells.
She manages out a ‘thank you’ before hesitantly leaning on your shoulder
And you take a deeeepp breath in
But you don’t nudge her off
And slowly she begins to fall asleep, and her wig is tilted and her sunglasses are askew
but you glance at her out of the corner of your eyes and give a soft smile
(that was not the last time you two met, and five years later at the altar, she’s wearing the same damn wig)
#3 is...Kirishima!
PINING
This sounds really simple
But Kirishima would absolutely pine after you for 3.8 million years
Y’all went to the same middle school and you were friends
And he’s all over you
Sometime between the first and third year of middle school he just fell head over heels
And so he tags along with you the entire time
But after the Giant Figure incident, and he says he’s won’t go to U.A., you get lowkey pissed
You tell him that he’s worked so hard, he’s come so far, why give up now, he’s only fourteen for god’s sake.
But he doesn’t listen
And you two don’t talk after that
After he decides to go for it and not live a life of regrets, he’s doing his best to become someone he wants to be
But the biggest looming regret he had was the fallout with you
And it was a nasty fall out-parents stopped talking, kids took sides, teachers knew
You went to a completely different school than what he thought you were
And he was pretty sure that due to the fallout and the constant movement of time, you changed your number
So he knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as just saying ‘You were right, sorry.’
It starts consuming him
Half of U.A. knows that he’s thinking about something
But it comes to a head when he’s sparring against Bakugou
And all he’s really doing is blocking
And bakugou loses his shit
“Get your fucking head out of the clouds and focus!”
“Sorry, dude!”
“What the fuck has you acting so damn stupid?”
Kirishima tells Bakugou, who gets it, but doesn’t really try to help
“Just tell her.” He hisses
But Kirishima’s nervous
And by the end of the week, he’s gotten a flurry of suggestions
People are coming up to him left and right, telling him what to do
And he just gets overwhelmed
On Saturday, he locks himself in his room until Mina knocks
She comes in and they start talking about you
And she mentions that she has your number, and that it really would matter if Kirishima was the one to text first
“YN supported you, and then it got rubbed in the dirt, and then ignored again. You need to be the one to say it, honestly, otherwise it’ll mean nothing.”
So he gets to work
He spends the rest of saturday trying to write it all out his emotions
But eventually he gives on getting them all neat and tidy, and just lets them ooze out
Sunday morning he gets up early and types it all out, willing his hands not to shake too much
Mina and Bakugou are there with him, and though Mina keeps making jokes and Bakugou doesn’t offer much in way of help, they’re there to support him
So when he sends it and lets out a sigh, Bakugou pats him on the back
“And now, we wait.” Mina murmurs, watching the phone with wide eyes.
And watching
And watching
And watching
And three days pass before Kirishima gets any sort of response
He’s expecting to be chewed out, to get the text equivalent of a teary welcome back
Not fucking eight ball.
But he clicks on it
And he wins, surprisingly
There’s a moment between his win and your text where he doesn’t dare breathe, just stand still
Before you text back
So.
ur in ua huh
guess you did it after all.
Yeah.
Again, sorry. I didn’t think a lot of stuff through back then.
figures lmao
u free next week?
For you?
I always am.
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