#queen x reader

[lovezbrownies]

Nia with a weird reader who likes naming pinecones after people they like (shes not one of them)

Unfaithful rat bastard. (Yandere Queen x GN!Reader.)

Nia's Masterlist - General Masterlist

Synopsis: You cheat on your Queen, your wife. With pinecones.a

Nia Bloodwen x GN!Reader.

Warnings: Nia's usual dramatics!

You sat cross-legged in the royal garden, eyes narrowed as you carefully examined the pinecones spread out in front of you. Each one had been named after someone important, someone you actually liked. With a sigh, you picked up a particularly symmetrical one and gave it a once-over.

"Maybe… Aria," you muttered to yourself.

"Aria?!" Nia’s voice rang out, startling you and causing the pinecone to slip from your hands. You gritted your teeth and looked up, seeing her marching toward you with all the grace and drama of a queen who knew exactly how to make an entrance.

She stood over you, hands on her hips, eyes wide with mock indignation. “Did I hear that right? You named that pinecone after Aria?”

Suppressing a groan, you kept your voice level. “Yes, Aria. Because I like her.”

“And yet…” Nia's voice took on a wounded, exaggerated tone. “I see no pinecone in this pile named after me—your beloved queen?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “That’s because you don’t have one.”

Her gasp was loud and dramatic, as if you’d just told her the kingdom had fallen. “No pinecone?! None for me? Not one, even after all the affection I’ve lavished on you?”

You stared at her blankly, half-expecting her to laugh and admit she was joking, but of course, this was Nia. She was dead serious—or at least, serious in the way only she could be, with theatrical flair and a whole lot of misplaced priorities.

“Nia,” you said, your patience wearing thin, “not everything revolves around you. Pinecones are special. I name them after people I actually like.”

“I’m your wife! How am I not on that list?” Nia flopped dramatically onto the grass beside you, throwing her arms over her face as though she were about to faint from the sheer tragedy of being left out. “How can you sit here and name these after everyone else? Aria of all people? I give you everything, and this is how you repay me?”

You shot her an exasperated look, more than used to her dramatics by now. “Nia, it’s not that deep. They’re pinecones.”

“But to you, they mean something! You name them after people you care about! I’m the queen—you should care about me the most!” She flung an arm out, her voice rising as if she was delivering some grand speech to the kingdom. “I’m devastated! Utterly heartbroken!”

You rolled your eyes, brushing some dirt off your hands. “You’re the queen, Nia. I think you’ll survive.”

She peeked at you from between her fingers, eyes wide and imploring. “But it hurts, my love. You don’t even know how much I’ve suffered without my pinecone!”

“Nia,” you snapped, rubbing your forehead, “it’s a stupid pinecone! Why do you even care?”

She gasped again, her voice cracking with false anguish. “How could you say that? It’s not stupid if it means something to you! And if it means something to you, it should mean something to me! I just want to be part of this little… tradition of yours.”

You stood up, shaking the dirt from your pants as you glared down at her. “Well, too bad. I haven’t found a pinecone that reminds me of you. And honestly? I don’t think I will.”

Nia sat up, blinking at you in genuine surprise for a moment. Then, in typical fashion, she shrugged it off, standing up and brushing imaginary dirt from her gown. “Well, I suppose you just haven’t found a pinecone worthy of me yet.”

You huffed in frustration. “Or maybe I just don’t think you deserve one.”

Nia’s lips curled into a smile, and she stepped closer, her voice soft and teasing. “Oh, I see how it is. You’re just playing hard to get, aren’t you, darling?”

“Hard to—?” You groaned and turned away, thoroughly done with the conversation. “Forget it. I’m done talking about this.”

But Nia followed after you, clearly not ready to let go of the topic just yet. “Don’t worry, my love,” she said, her tone impossibly sweet. “I’ll be patient. When you finally find the perfect pinecone for me, I’ll cherish it forever.”

You grumbled under your breath as you stomped off. Nia was impossible, utterly impossible. But deep down, you knew she wouldn’t stop until she had that pinecone.

And you were completely right. Seeing how your side of your shared bed is covered in spiky pinecones, “I ordered a shipment of pinecones, search and find one best for your darling wife! Oh how romantic!” Nia giggles, kicking her feet in excitement as you, exasperated, sort through the pinecones only for her.

[fandomnerd9602]

Being Hers

Elsa x Knight!Reader headcanons

You were a knight, trained from a young age to protect the crown.

Around her age, Elsa found herself drawn to you even through the fear of her powers. She was in love with you from a young age and yet the fear of her powers kept her away from you.

She found herself sneaking out of the self imposed exile of her room just to sneak to the training grounds to see you as you trained with the other guards.

For most of your life growing up in the castle, you felt someone’s gentle eyes on you. You’d see a streak of platinum blonde hair peering around a corner. Anna would often giggle, she knew exactly who it was.

Anna would try anything she could to get Elsa to talk with you. She even slide a ‘do you like Y/N’ note under Elsa’s door once.

When the time came for Elsa to take the crown, you were named Elsa’s bodyguard. Despite having seen her a couple times, the sight of her beauty took your breath away.

What you didn’t notice was that her breath had hitched at the sight of you in your armor.

‘Your majesty’ you bowed to her.

‘my knight’ she bowed back.

And then came the frozen lake incident. Anna ordered you to look after the people of Arendale along with Hans. You saw through his facade.

It was you that defended Elsa against Hans when Anna made her sacrifice and subsequently saved both herself and Elsa.

Elsa’s heart was finally open and yet she was still a little shy around you. Even in the comfort of her study while you stood at the ready, she could only steal little glances at you.

‘I’m at your side always, my queen’ you tell her.

‘please’ she gently asks you, ‘when it’s just us, call me Elsa’

‘of course…Elsa’ the sound of her name on your lips made her shutter a little.

It was the combined efforts of Anna, Olaf, Kristoff and Sven that finally got Elsa to admit her feelings for you.

Elsa professed her love for you while you and her were in her study.

‘Y/N’ she found her throat dry, ‘I-I can’t have you as my bodyguard anymore.’

‘I’m sorry, my queen?’

‘I-I wish for you to be mine.’ Elsa stutters, ‘I love you. I know it goes against every oath and every vow you’ve taken but-’

You close the gap and kiss her gently. Despite the supposed chill of her powers, you found her touch, her lips, to be extremely warm. Her arms wrap around your neck as yours wrap around her waist.

Elsa giggles in delight, ‘I’ll take that as a yes?’

‘I love you Elsa’ you whisper against her lips, ‘I don’t care what oath or what vow, you’re worth breaking them’

‘Maybe we can make some of our own vows some day’

The idea sounded fantastic.

[michelle-is-writing]

Sick, Ben Hardy

Word Count: 1.2k~

Saturday nights are always date nights for me and Ben. No matter what, we always go out and do something fun together. We'll go to dinner, watch a movie, see a game, anything that sounds like a good time. We always make an effort, and nothing ever stops us from spending time together.

However, as I lay in my bed with nonstop nausea filling my throat and stomach, I feel the need to cancel for tonight. During the seven months that we've been dating, neither of us have ever canceled a Friday night, and that's always something I love about us. Once again, we always make time for each other, so when I think about calling Ben and saying I can't go tonight, I feel even worse.

Reluctantly pressing the green button on Ben's contact, I hold my phone up to my ear and listen to the ringing tone as I wait for him to pick up. As more seconds pass, I find myself trying to hug my blankets as close to me as I can while my body begins to shiver. This stomach pain is starting to cause me to feel cold as well, and it sucks.

"Hello, darling," I hear Ben's voice pick up after the second ring, making me smile. I always love hearing his voice. It carries this tone of protection in it that gives off a feeling of happiness at the same time. "Are you ready for our date?"

At his question, I close my eyes and swallow down the guilt that rises to my throat as my smile lowers into a frown. He sounds so happy - excited, almost. Do I really have to take that away from him? All because of something that could probably be treated with medicine?

As soon as the thought of maybe suffering through the pain and going on a date, another stomach cramp pushes into me, making me almost hunch over in my bed to get through the pain. "Actually, Ben," I start, my free arm wrapping around my stomach as the stinging sensation passes. "I was calling to tell you that I can't come," I explain, my ears almost catching the sound of his heart breaking through the phone speaker. "I think I caught food poisoning from my friend's food at dinner we went to the other night."

"I ate it, and I seem fine," He tells me, his words making me shake my head with an amused smile.

"That's because you have an iron stomach, Ben," I joke, hearing him chuckle on the other end. "And, besides, if you can eat your own cooking, then you can eat practically anything."

"Oi!" Ben dramatically exclaims as if my words hit him with a punch. I laugh at his silliness. "Such harsh and hurtful words from the woman I love!" He further chides as I clench my already hurting stomach from laughing. He soon joins in on the laughing before speaking once more. "But that's alright love. I understand you're not feeling well. I love you! And I'll be over in ten minutes."

Just as quick as he said his last words, he hangs up, leaving me to stare across the room with wide eyes as my phone remains resting in my hand, Ben's picture flashing once before the screen goes dark. Did he really just pull a fast one on me? Just like that?

While thinking about Ben, yet another wave of nausea rolls over me, causing me to turn onto my side with my knees close to my chest, a pained groan escaping my lips at the same time. What if this isn't food poisoning, and it's something contagious, and I accidentally give it to Ben? It's not that I don't want him coming over (I'm glad that he is), but the last thing I want to do is make him sick as well.

For what feels like an eternity, I lay on my sides, switching between the two when another cramp comes along. It isn't long before I hear keys being inserted into my front door, twisting and turning before the piece of wood opens and closes a few short seconds later. Footsteps sound throughout my tiny apartment until my bedroom door gently opens, a head full of blond hair and shining blue eyes staring back at me as I smile from my current predicament on the bed.

"There she is," Ben says with a sweet smile. Wearing a plain grey t-shirt and black sweats, he takes one step into my room before happily sighing. "And just as beautiful as ever."

Blushing, I roll my eyes and flop onto my other side to dramatically turn my back to him, only receiving a laugh back before I feel his warm body settle behind my cold one. As soon as he touches me, it's as if all of my nausea and cramping dissipate, the warmth from his body acting as a heating pad for my achey body.

Ben wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to his body as he kisses my temple, his lips soft and warm like fresh pastries. At his sweet affection, I smile even more and raise my hands to rest on top of his, only for him to interlock our fingers together. Even when I'm sick and not able to do the things we usually do, he's still the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.

"Would you like me to make you some soup?" Ben asks, leaning down to nuzzle his face in my neck. Underneath the covers, his legs intertwine with mine, bringing me just enough warmth to stop shivering so bad.

"No, just lay here with me, please," I tell him, snuggling my body further in his hold as a soft sigh escapes my lips. There's nothing better than lying in the arms of the person you love - especially if they're a natural heater.

"Oh, and like I said earlier," I begin, remembering our earlier conversation. "Your cooking is something special," I remind Ben with a smirk, listening as he snickers behind me. Okay, maybe there's nothing better lying in the arms of your boyfriend and teasing him for his helpless qualities.

"I can put on a video or something, go off of that," Ben suggests, leaning his head over mine to cuddle closer to the front of my neck. "Or, I could be safe and just order something," he offers, making me smile.

"That would be nice," I tell Ben, nodding my head. Just as he goes to get up to grab his phone presumably, I tug him back down and snuggle even further into him. "In five minutes, of course," I clarify, hearing him snicker behind me again.

With a simple "okay," Ben gets himself comfortable once more before resuming holding me close. I guess no matter what, Saturday nights will always be our night and not even a stupid stomach bug can stop that.

[thefoxtherapist]

Akira was always particular to kiss. He kissed like he tried to always match your rhythm. While appreciated at times, you couldn't help but be a tad disappointed at his lack of initiation. Still he managed to be pleasant to kiss. His lips were always warm and never chapped. He had a surprising fondness for a vanilla latte chapstick he got at the import store. But for as much as he tried to match you, follow what you enjoyed most about kissing. His lips always curled into a smile after a few seconds too many. He couldn't help it! Something about kissing you always made him smile.

Tae never had any issues leading. She was always forward. Once she'd opened up to you, she admitted it was because she was afraid to not take the chance. You were something she didn't want to let escape due to her inaction. It was sweet in a way. While she wasn't big on PDA, Tae rarely hesitated to give you a kiss before you left her office or before she left your place. Those ones were quicker typically, almost shy in a way. Her usual ones however, those were your favourite. They were always longer lasting, emphasized by her hands on your hips, fingertips gently pressing into your skin. 

Sometimes kissing Goro was like playing an ongoing chess game. You could never really predict his next move. Sometimes it was gentle and soft, a hand on your lower back, the other by his side. The utmost respectful of men. Other times though, there was a tad more.. Passion. In his actions. Gloved fingers tugging you closer, lips moving hastily against yours. He certainly was something when he pulled back, eyes wide and cheeks flushed red. As if he couldn't believe his own actions. He always apologized when he got that like, but his flustered expression was always something to look forward to. Especially when you followed up with another kiss and the prince detective became horrendously flustered by it.

Makoto was always respectful when she kissed you. Her arms around your neck, standing a respectful distance away from you. It was endearing really, she was very cute. Though her chaste and respectful kisses nearly never lasted. She'd get ten or fifteen seconds in before she pulled you in closer to her. Her eyebrows furrowed with determination, a rebellious spirit burned in her touch, in her kiss, her actions. Makoto was so used to being a certain way, acting a certain way. With you, that all seemed to melt away. With you she found her walls crumbling, and her kisses conveyed she wouldn't want it any other way.

[madam-kumo]

Pierce Through the Heart💘

Yandere King of Hearts x Reader x Yandere Queen of Hearts (Ocs Kinda)

Warnings: Blood, mass murder, vomiting, obsessive behavior. Reader wears dresses but pronouns are kept neutral.

Masterlist 💘

The queen's hands felt like knives on your spine as she tied the laces of the bodice, her lip raising into a scowl as she fought with the red ribbon.

"Why make laces if they don't fit..." She hissed under her breath, but you were more focused on the reflection in front of you.

You didn't even recognize them; all dolled up with no sign of wear and tear. You were so used to the bags under your eyes and the scars from your previous life on the countryside. Oh, how you wished you could go back. You wished you could wake up every morning to the sweet smell of your mother's perfume and the pancakes on the stove. You wished you could feel your father hug you tight before you picked the annoying crops from the garden. You miss it so much that your heart began to ache.

You only exited your mind when the queen grabbed your shoulders, her nails digging into the puffs of your sleeves.

"Chin up, love. It's your wedding day." The queen reminded, as if it were a mockery rather than an announcement. A reminder you could never be free again.

Your mouth twitched as you faked a tight smile; it hurt to do so. Your eyes looked so dull as they looked at themselves. You couldn't see the spark that you once had before all of this. Why did they have to chose you as a consort? Why couldn't it be the ladies and gentlemen that swooned over their every step?

The queen adjusted your veil before pulling your shoulders until you sat upright. "There. You look perfect, my heart." She murmured, resting her head on your shoulder. Her crown felt like a knife against your cheek.

She took your hand and slowly led you out of the room as if you were made of glass, glaring at anyone who stood too close. The cathedral doors felt like a prison you were willingly walking into, but where would you run? They would just capture you again like a rabid animal.

The cathedral doors slid open and you could feel your heart beating faster in your ears. When your posture grew to a hunch again, the queen's nails dug roughly into your palm, forcing you to stand tall again.

Your veil casketed down your back like a weighted chain, slowly inching closer to your cell as you walked down the isle. Your "lover" looked like the happiest woman in the kingdom, her red lips upward in a proud grin.

Just ahead, the king stood tall and nervous. But not nearly for the reasons you were. He was nervous as though he were but a simple groom awaiting his spouse, not a captor awaiting his victim.

The queen moved to the king's side as you stood before the two. One side facing the pope and one facing the kingdom, you let the king and queen hold either of your hands, the final chain across your wrist.

Your heartbeat grew faster and louder in your ears until it's all you could hear. You palms and back grew sweaty, but the king and queen looked almost pleased? Did they think you were just a blushing bride? They probably saw it as cute; they always did when you were scared.

The pope's words were tuned out as you got into a staring competition with your spouses to be, until finally, the pope hammered the final nail in your coffin.

"Do you take Lady Matilda and Lord Victor as your lawfully wedded wife and husband?" The old man asked.

You began sweating even more, your heart pounding against your ribcage. You could feel the crowd staring at you in anticipation, their eyes looking at you from almost every angle of the room. The queen's nails began digging into your hand.

"I..." You hesitated, but in the midst of your panic, you didn't see the king signal to the card guards nearby. That is, until screams echoed through the church. Your head shot up as bayonets pierced through any nearby citizens with a sickening slash all while gunshots pierced through the room without a care.

Your ears rung with every fire of the rifles. You let out a sob when everything went silent. Your dress was covered blood as you threw your hands from the king and queen's hold to cover your mouth. You began sobbing and praying to any god that would listen, your quivering legs collapsing beneath you as you covered your mouth. But all you did was forced the smell of iron and viscera closer to your nose. Your throat burned as you purged whatever food was left in you onto the marble floor.

Tears flooded your vision even as the king and queen patted your back when you began to heave. "Aw, sorry sweetie. It won't happen again" The king said, as though he was mocking you. Mocking you for his decision to murder the nobles, mocking your decision to agree to stay with them in the first place, mocking your suffering.

You sobbed and shook your head, but the queen grabbed you by your hair and forced your eyes to meet hers. "Honey, this would all be avoided if you didn't hesitate. If you won't answer the pope, then answer me. Will you be our spouse?" The queen asked, her voice calm and her eyes soft.

You began to breathe heavily before the king grabbed your shoulders from behind. "Answer her, sweetness." He murmured in your ear as if he were encouraging a child.

"Yes! I do... I do!" You gasped out, your eyes squeezing shut. The king and queen caged you between them as the queen kissed your face.

"Such a good consort. We promise to spoil you until you stop breathing..."

[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.

[pebblewritesj]

hello! could you write something about being brian may’s younger sibling and dating roger taylor?<3

You had the BIGGEST crush on Roger Taylor.

Brian knew you far too well to not realize, he brought it up one day and you very reluctantly admit that you thought he was so fine.

When the two of you get together, you're so embarrassed at the fact that your dating one of your brother's closest friends LMAO

Brian knows.

You guys are sort of obvious about it? Like on accident you two fr think no one catches on but they do.

Roger thinks you guys are so slick, like he deadass thinks Brian has no idea.

Brian will give Roger weird looks when you and him joke around together, sometime's Roger will pull you aside and be like 'Do you think he's catching on, do you think he's catching on?'

Like yes Roger he's caught on.

Brian finally tells Roger that he knows and Roger is DUMBFOUNDED

"How long have you known, then?" "About two weeks." "WHAT?"

He was literally kind of disappointed he was like 'am I actually that bad at keeping secrets'

(he is)

Brian is very happy for you though.

Not as happy for Roger, but he's happy you're finally in a happy relationship.

The thing is, he's not too happy that it's with Roger.

"Why him?" "He's cute." "And?" "Funny, nice, respectful--" "Nice? Respectful? I thought you were dating Roger, not John."

He learns to love it after a while, when he finally gains trust of Roger.

Roger pulls him aside one day and is like 'ok can you cut this shit, I really like your sister stop being sour about it.'

Stuff like that.

Brian was shocked, never in his life had Roger done something like that in context of a relationship.

He was like 'ok, yeah, fine'

So now he loves you guys.

[thelastdj]

Green

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Queen!reader

Genre: flooff

Summary: after the infamous hair dye mishap, (y/n) changes their hair color in solidarity

Warnings: none

I woke up this morning to a loud shrieking coming from somewhere in the house.

“Roger?”

The bed next to me was empty and I got scared. What if something happened to him?

Another yell echoed through the house and I finally got up. There was an old tennis racket in the closet, which I grabbed as I carefully walked into the hall. It wasn’t gonna do much damage but at least it was something.

“Roger?” I called out again, “Are you there?”

“(y/n)?” his voice called from down the hall. Why on earth was he screaming in the bathroom at 7am on a Saturday?

I banged on the bathroom door, “Roger? Rog, are you okay? Open up.”

“I’m okay, don’t worry love”

“Then open up”

“I… I can't,” he said from the other side.

“Is the lock stuck? Hold on, I’ll go get a screwdriver-“

“No!” he sounded panicked.

“My god Roger you’re acting as if you’ve got a girl hidden in there,” I rolled my eyes before rethinking what I’d said, “You don’t, right?”

He scoffed, “Of course I don’t (y/n).”

“C’mon, then what’s so bad that you locked yourself in a bathroom?”

He paused for a few moments. “Please don’t laugh.”

The bathroom lock clicked and Roger finally opened it. At first he looked fine, still dressed in pajamas. And then I saw the atrocity he was hiding. His hair, his beautiful blond locks, that hair that everyone admired, was now a violent shade of green. His face was pulled into an almost comical frown. Despite his plea, I couldn’t help myself, the scene before me was just too funny.

“(y/n),” he whined, “You promised you wouldn’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you.”

“Yeah right,” he grumbled.

“Aw, come on Rog, it’s really not that bad,” I said, running my hands through his newly dyed hair.

“We have a show tonight (y/n)” he said, “I have to go out there with green hair for hundreds of people to see.”

•••

We arrived at the theater at 5pm for sound check. It was a nice place, room for over a thousand people, and we all had our own dressing rooms. I loved the rest of the band, but there were only so many flying hairbrushes I could dodge.

Naturally, the first thing we heard as we made our way backstage was Brian’s, “Nice hair mate.”

“Shut up,” Roger grumbled.

“Hi (y/n),” Brian greeted me cheerily before turning back to Roger, “What on earth were you trying to do?”

Roger desperately looked over at me for help. I just shrugged. As much as I felt bad for him, it was his own mess. And what a funny mess it was too.

“I was trying to dye it blonde,” he said in a small voice.

“Blonde?” John asked incredulously, “You were trying to dye your already blonde hair blonde?”

“I wanted a different kind of blonde.”

“Roger darling, I hate to break it to you but blonde is blonde,” Freddie joked.

“(y/n) they’re bullying me.”

“Aww come here you poor thing,” I dramatically threw my arms around him, “You boys leave Roger alone. Run off and tune your instruments now.”

“You’re no fun,” Freddie replied in mock-annoyance.

But they did leave, one by one, all going to their own dressing room to get ready. The start of the show was drawing nearer by the minute and there were costumes to be donned and guitars to be tuned and eyeliner to be perfected. I too had a lot of preparing to do. There was something I had planned that might make Roger feel at least a little better about his hair.

“Is my hair really that bad?” Roger asked once everyone else had left.

Though he had laughed off the other’s comments, he sounded genuinely worried about going on tonight. I hadn’t seen him like this before a show since the band had started.

“I promise, it’s not as bad as they’re saying. You know them, they have to poke a little fun. They don’t mean it,” I reassured him.

Roger nodded and kissed me gently on the forehead.

“Am I still pretty though?” he asked, batting his eyes. He was right back to his old self.

“You’re still the prettiest boy here.”

“Reeeally?”

“Yes, now go get ready!” I laughed.

He kissed me one last time and headed off to his own dressing room.

We still had an hour left before the show, if I hurried up I would be ready just in time to go on.

•••

“FIVE MINUTES,” a voice boomed through the hall.

I looked in the mirror one last time, messing up my hair just enough to look good, and not like my hairdryer had exploded. The rest of the band was already strapping on guitars and doing last minute warm ups when I got there. Roger’s eyes grew wide as he saw me.

“(y/n)?” he asked in disbelief, “What did you do to your hair?”

Even in the dim backstage lighting, the dyed orange hue of my hair was clearly visible.

“I dyed it,” I explained, “Now you’re not the only one who’s going on looking like they’re from the circus.”

Roger shook his head, “That’s the nicest, and probably dumbest, thing anyone’s ever done for me,” he smiled, “Thank you (y/n/n).”

“Anything for you darling,” I said, giving him a quick kiss.

“TWO MINUTES,” the voice called again.

“Can I ask one thing?”

“Yeah?”

“Why orange?“ he asked jokingly before adding, “At least my green looks cool.”

“Bowie had orange hair and he looks cool as fuck,” I countered.

“I guess you’re right,” he conceded.

“ONE MINUTE.”

Roger quickly leaned over and kissed me. “Good luck,” he smiled and quickly headed over to his drum kit.

I strapped on my guitar and looked over to him one more time. His green hair clashed fantastically with his white shirt. Roger raised his eyebrows as he caught my stare.

I shot him a quick wink as the final call came, “AND… SHOWTIME!”

The last thing I saw before turning to face the crowd was Roger wink back at me. The crowd’s screams and claps were deafening, but soon enough Freddie’s voice overpowered even that.

[hotpinkboots]

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~"System Overheat"~

(Pt. 1/2)

(Queen x Fem!Reader Oneshot)

THERE'S HARDLY ANY QUEEN FANFIC??? NOT on MY WATCH darlings this is not okay

Summary: Queen is delighted to see you at her party.

Note(s): Reader is said to be wearing a dress (specifically the dress that Orange Addison sells aka Mettaton's dress), reminder that Queen is like 7-8 freaking feet tall, Queen and (Y/N) are stupid as hell and in love, I only use a tiny bit of grammar for Queen so good luck, part 2 coming soon 🤭

How Long It Took To Write: 3 hours

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"OHOOOOHOHOHOHO!"

Queen's boisterous laugh echoed down the hall. Swatchlings were bustling about, preparing food (which mostly consisted of battery acid pies, microchip salads, and spaghetti made of wires), and serving guests. Two Swatchlings had gasped at your beauty and insisted on walking you into the party, your arms linked snugly with theirs.

Other guests at the party wore nothing fancy. They all came as they were.

But not you.

You wore a beautiful periwinkle and sky blue gown. It felt cheap, slightly itchy, but it looked like it was worth millions. You felt glorious, you looked glorious. You were glorious. Heads turned as soon as the Swatchlings used their free hands to push open the large doors that lead into the Great Hall.

Queen, who had been in the middle of sipping from her fifth glass of battery acid, stopped everything she was doing to stare across the room at you. Her jaw dropped, her screen flashed a shocked "OMG", and she stood up abruptly. In doing so, she almost stepped on Nubert.

The Swatchlings unlinked their arms from yours to bow at the approaching Queen. Each then politely told you to enjoy the party, before they departed to help the others serve and clean. You waved goodbye to your escorts, then looked up as Queen's comically tipsy sounding voice spoke to you.

"(Y/N) Sweetie Honey Darling Gravy You Look Stunning"

"Lovely"

"Perfect, Even"

"..."

"In Fact You Are Stealing My Spotlight How Rude Of You" she prodded you in the arm playfully with her knuckle, so hard that she accidentally sent you stumbling backwards a step.

You gave a scoff of pure amusement, and quickly restabilized your balance. You opened your mouth to give a playful retort and a compliment to her in return, but you were unable to get a single word in before she started blabbering again. Even more delighted by her ridiculous ramblings, you humored her, and listened while she began going on and on about the most absurd things.

"Do You Happen To Be Lacking In Potassium Because I Ordered Bananas The Other Day And Meant To Type "5" But One Of The Tasques Jumped Onto The Keyboard And Accidentally Sent An Order For 5,936 Bananas. We Now Have 5,936 Bananas And I Do Not Know What To Do With Them. They Are Currently In Their Own Room Undergoing Professional Peeling"

"Did You See That New Swan Boat In The Free Pool That's Why I Asked About Your Favorite Bird The Other Day (But I Forgot So I Just Got The Swan Because Swans Are Pretty And You're Pretty Too)"

"Did You Notice That I Bought Myself New High Heels They Are The Exact Same As Every Other Pair I Own But Shinier. I Also Bought You A Pair So We Can Match- Oh Wait That Was Supposed To Be A Surprise LOL Dang (Damn)"

"Okay Enough About Me Let's Talk About You Have A Seat"

You blinked. All of her words had begun to mesh into one very long sentence that you hadn't been keeping up with, and before you knew it, you had absentmindedly walked across the long room with her, and now you were standing at the foot of her luxurious throne. Queen often invited you to sit with her on the throne. You usually perched on the armrest while the two of you went about spectating and playfully harassing people. This occurred so often that there was a slight dip in the armrest from your constant sitting on it.

Queen sat down and elegantly crossed her left leg over her right. She slung her arm around your waist to guide you to sit with her. With a bit of difficulty (due to how large the throne was), you made it to your usual spot, your legs neatly tucked under yourself. Queen reached her free hand over to smooth out your dress for you.

"Have I Told You That You Look Cool"

You grinned and nodded, leaning against her, a giddy feeling in your heart. Now that you could finally get a word in, you accepted the compliment. "Thank you!" You replied sweetly, "You look perfect, as usual, your Majesty," you replied in a frolicsome tone. Queen gave a pleased smile, lifting her glass to sip her battery acid. After a long sip, she looked at you again.

"Thank You Sweetie ILY-" she hiccupped, hand briefly pressing against her chest as she did. It was unclear if it was genuine or if she had done it to distract from the fact she said 'ILY' without thinking. She was never the type to shy away from showing over the top affection, but dropping "I love you" was different for her.

You just took it in a friendly way. "Love you, too!"

Queen's screen briefly flashed what looked like a keyboard smash.

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Part 2 coming soon 👀 she's so silly fr darling I adore her terribly

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makoto asking out her crush

pairing: makoto niijima x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, confession (makoto to reader), classical romantic!makoto, makoto doing research on cofessions/romance

makoto got the idea how to ask you out from a manga that eiko gave her

she didn't really know how to confront you, but she didn't want to ask her sister, so advice from a book sounded like a good idea to her! 

so, makoto wrote you a little note, in which she asked you to meet her behind the school, after classes were over

she slipped that note into your locker and then simply had to wait until the end of the day, before showing up at the place in the note

she was nervous you wouldn't show up, but when you did, makoto was really happy

it was then that she confessed to you, telling you that she admired you and has liked you for quite a while, but now wants to take the next step and get closer to you

makoto proposes a date at a cafe or a restaurant, offering to either pick for you or let you pick a place you'd prefer

either way, all she wants is to spend time with you. where you two go isn't the important part… 

[peanutbutter-doodles]

You Remind me of daisies

Today was a beautiful day to just go out and bask in the calming yet peaceful scenery. Skies are clear, flowers are blooming and the animals are out as well. It was the perfect day for you and Brian to have a lil picnic together and just relax with no worries.

Brian watched you in awe as you were picking out flowers in a nearby field while he was reading and eating a few of the strawberries. Strawberries you manage to grow and plucked from the garden, Strawberries that were so sweet and delicious just like you.

He goes back to his book more just to read a little as you were busy. As he was reading, a ladybug landed on his hand. He spots the ladybug and just starts talking to it. ''Having a Grand time as well?'' He says to the ladybug. It starts crawling around on his hand, he very gently yet softly touches the ladybug. ''Hungry?'' ''if you are you can have some of the strawberries my dear grew.'' He said while smiling, as if the ladybug was listening to him it flew directly to the basket, Brian watched as the ladybug disappeared into the basket.

''Who were you talking to bri?'' You asked, just in time as the bug flew away while you just appeared beside him holding a big bouquet of flowers and looking a lil winded.

''Oh, i was talking to a new friend.''

''Who was it luv?''

''a ladybug.''

''Awww.''

He looks at the flowers

''How much did you get?''

''Oh!'' ''i got a lot, it was like i was at the farmers market!'' You excitingly say, as you sit beside him as you go into detail of much flowers were there and how you went crazy getting them plus trying to be careful as well. He smiles as you into more details, He always loved it when your like this. Telling him things that some people may not care about deeply but to him it does cause it's from you and he loves learning about new things or just random stuff as well.

''-id you know there's a fruit called the dragon fruit?'' ''I didn't.'' You Laughed and suddenly remember the flowers you were holding. ''Oh and bri these are for you.'' You say, giving him the bouquet of flowers.

He gets the Bouquet

''Aw, thank you Luv.'' He said. Brian looks at the flowers and realizes what kind they are.

''Are these daises?''

You Nod, laying your head on his shoulder.

''Why?''

''Because.... You remind me of them.''

''I do?'' ''How?''

''Well, There charming~ You pecked his neck softly, he blushes a litte

Silly~ You boop his nose, he chuckles

And....'' You take one of the daises out of the bouquet.

''And what sunshine?'' He asked, Using that little nickname for you.

''Beautiful just like you~''

You Sweetly say as you put the flower in his hair, he looks up you at those Gorgeous Brown eyes of his.

''Beautiful like a daisy.''

[lovezbrownies]

WOOP WOOP LETS GOOO. I have request. So I felt really nostalgic after seeing a doll that I used to have (it was a lalaloopsy doll) anyway what if gen or queen nia gave the reader something that they used to have. It can be a doll or book. Anyway what is reader started paying more attention to that item instead of gen or Nia cause it reminds them of their childhood.

Attention. (Yandere!Queen x GN!Reader.)

Nia's Masterlist - General Masterlist

Synopsis: How dare you neglect your queen with some ridiculous teddy? She will certainly show you the consequences! indirectly

Nia Bloodwen x GN!Reader

Nia is a queen with so much work! But she hates doing any of those queenly duties, shoving all that paperwork to the closest assistant and then hosting another gala or party for some stupid made-up event or holiday. The only duty she enjoys is when she gets to fly all around the world and see the party customs in different nations, but also to drag you around new cities! Nia loves sightseeing with you, paired with dressing up in ridiculous disguises, so no one knows who you two are!

Over the two years you’ve been together (albeit forcefully together), Nia has bought you a lot of stuff, strange things and expensive things, scary things and cute things. But this? This is the best thing she’s ever gotten you! Not only is it super adorable, but also incredibly fluffy! It was just perfect, you didn’t even think Nia would be capable of getting you something so amazing like that! 

And since then you haven’t let it out of your sight, you slept with it nestled in your arms, you would read your books with it squished in your arms, and you felt a little silly doing this but you’d even eat with it deep in your arms. Even when you two would visit a small city in Xelera that cute little plush would come with you! While you were in bliss, Nia was in absolute torture. You’ve been neglecting her, failing to show her affection, yeah sure you talk with her but what good is that if you’re not spooning her! 

Usually, she was the one cuddling up to you while you read, now it’s that damn plush, when you slept she would cuddle into your chest, taking your arms and wrapping them around her, but now? That damn plush is in the way, and if she dared move it you’d somehow wake up and get upset with her. She was sick of the plush, Nia patted herself on the back when she initially saw how happy you were, and was ecstatic when you gave her a peck on the cheek out of joy!

Nia planned on getting you things more similar to the plush however after seeing what would happen if she did she decided against it, and knowing you you’d probably fill up your supposedly shared bed with more plushies, so many in fact that you’d be the only one able to fit in, leaving Nia asleep on the floor no doubt! Nia seethes thinking of such a thing, you two were supposed to eat breakfast together but you ate as quickly as you could before running off to binge-watch your show. With the damn plush in hand of course.\

Nia is tired of this, beyond that even! How is she ever meant to fall asleep without you embracing her, letting her listen to your heartbeat over and over? Yet she’s been hardly sleeping, the cold pillow is not as welcoming as your warm chest. The blankets don’t warm her up as your arms do. Nia has been pushed over the limit, this has got to be dealt with, she proclaims to her head. That plush will be assassinated by the end of the week, that she will be sure of!

Random and spontaneous trips weren’t rare for you, Nia didn’t like to stay in the palace for long, so whenever she discovered a new small village on her map of Xelera she’d excitedly tell you to pack your bags and keep where you two are headed a secret, that was tradition for her! So Nia will use this against you, somehow busy you while you pack, hiding away your plush while you weren’t looking.

And by the moment you entered the carriage on the way to the small village you’d remember the horrible truth, you forgot your poor plush back in the palace! “Oh, wait wait! I forgot Little Busenhein back home, wait can we go back?” You look towards Nia, eyes pleading and innocent, it almost makes her feel guilty. Almost, “Nope, too late. Sucks to suck, babe. Now, hug me.”

And for the entire week, you were there, longer than you two usually spend in a village, you went without your stupid plush, and Nia has been thriving! You had nothing else to hug and cuddle now except your dear and loving wife. Not only that but she’d stick to your side whenever you two go out (in your horrible disguises), Nia is a big fan of PDA obviously, but when she’s been neglected for so long? It’s even worse now!

Either way, this entire week she has compensated for all the missed moments of physical affection, in more ways than one, if ya know what I mean, wink wink. And now, you two returned home, searching all over the place for the plush as soon as you entered Khas. And when you failed to locate that fucking idiotically named plush, you had come to Nia, oh how she loves it when you depend on her!

Worry was etched onto your face as you approached Nia, “Nia, have you seen Little Busenhein? I can’t find him anywhere, I swear he was in the library…” Nia looked up at you, she was the picture of clueless, although she knew exactly what happened to that stupid bear, “Oh my, well I haven’t seen that little devil, dear! Maybe Cassidy would know? I’ll call for her and she’ll look for that blasted runaway.” Nia then got up and marched to the phone line, feining concern over the stupid plush.

Nia hung up the phone, looking back at you she beckoned her arms, leaving them wide open, “Honey~ Come here let me comfort you!~” 

Your wife then forces you on her lap, cuddling into your back, waiting with you for the maid to come, knowing Cassidy did exactly what Nia told her to do. You wait patiently, your leg hopping up and down nervously, and just in the nick of time Cassidy walks in. "Your royal highness, your highness," She addresses both of you, bowing down deeply, "How may I be of assistance to my queen?" Her voice was regal and calm, and she gave a slight nod towards her queen as she straightened her back, indicating that the job was done.

Nia felt joy as she grinned in madness, though her joy didn’t last long as you sprung up from her lap, out of embarrassment and need to know the location of your beloved plush, “There was a white plush here, long ears, purple eyes, and pink vest and bow, have you seen it?” You quickly sputtered out, desperate for information. Cassidy shifts her pupils over to you, head held high she pretends to think over everything she had done the past week.

And then her eyebrows jumped up, eyes bright and clear, before her face shifted into a grimace, she bowed deeply and regretfully to you, her voice filled with remorse as she spoke, “I deeply apologize for my terrible error! I-I am so sorry! I thought it was someone else’s, I didn’t think it’d be yours!! S-So I-I threw it away! Please forgive me, your grace!!” Her tone was apologetic and weak, just as she rehearsed.

When Cassidy first got the order to enter the Queen’s wing of Khas and clean it she found a letter on the floor, specifically addressed to her. The letter requested for the plush to be thrown away, and when the queen returns and calls for Cassidy she has to act stupid, act like it was an accident. And of course, the ever-loyal woman she is Cassidy followed every order to a tea, including this one.

Nia felt pride echo within her, watching the loyalty presented to her. While Nia could give less of a shit about her servants they obviously hold her up high in their feeble minds, how adorable. You however shatter her heart, with your sad eyes, brows all scrunched up, and your gorgeous smile now a frown, “I- it’s fine, it was an acci-”

Nia spoke up, her voice loud and thundering, making you flinch and look back at her, “No! It isn’t fine, actually, it’s horrible! How dare you come into your Royal Highness’ private wing and throw away something most obviously cherished! This is clearly a malicious attack! And you shall pay the price for the mental turmoil you caused my darling!” ‘I should try acting after, goodness I’m amazing!’ Nia thinks as she witnesses the maid’s face twist into a look of horror, and as you look back at her shocked

And with the loudest highest voice this short small woman could muster she yelled out, “GUARDS!!” You and Cassidy flinch not only due to Nia’s glass-shattering scream but also due to the doors slamming open, the two guards usually situated in front of the living room doors bust in, with other guards behind them running down the halls, weapons in hands. 

Cassidy looks around, panicking she starts to back away from the guards and closer to the two of you, “What!?! N-No! This- You-Y–” “STEP AWAY FROM THE QUEEN! DO NOT GET CLOSER!!” One guard shouts loudly, cutting off Cassidy’s attempt to defend herself. More guards begin to file in the room, while more from all around Khas begin to run towards the living room after being called in through the radio by the guards who heard Nia’s scream.

Yet even with the warning given by one of the guards, poor overwhelmed Cassidy kept stepping backward, closer and closer to the Queen, who inevitably reached out to grab you keeping you close to her own body, “N-No! This-Thi- I-” Once more the maid was cut off, but this time a guard had tackled her to the ground, immobilizing her as soon as they could, while the rest closed in, creating a big circle around the now restrained Cassidy. 

It all happened so fast for you, one moment you were looking for your plush and now some poor maid is being arrested for throwing it away. You honestly didn’t think you or that plush deserved all this mess, and that woman accidentally threw it away so no harm no foul right? “N-Nia are you sure we should be doing this? I mean it was an accident, can’t we just let her go..?” You looked back at her, her face rock solid and serious, “No. No darling, you and everything you care for is very important, which is why anything that harms you, even emotionally, must be taken seriously.” 

You sigh, guilt encompassing your entire body as you watch the innocent woman get man-handled out of the room as she yells for her queen ot save her, little does she know her queen was so happy everything went so smooth! “Your Royal Highness! We, the Royal Guard, apologize for disturbing you! The problem has been taken care of, we wish you a happy day!” One of the guards hangs back, saluting you and Nia, before shutting the door behind him.

 Nia lets out a sound of exasperation, “Goodness! Finally, I thought they’d never leave!” She takes your hand, pushing you towards her favorite couch, she forces you to sit down on the left side while cuddles right up to your right side, “I love you sooo much, honey… Scratch my back for me I’m super sleepy! Need your amazing hands to soothe me, honey!”

Finally Nia has you all to herself, a smile is plastered on her face as you reluctantly do as your told, no point in arguing with your clingy wife.

[fandomnerd9602]

Elsa giggles, tears welling in her eyes…

Elsa: I don’t know what i would do without you

Y/N: I could say the same

Y/N nuzzles her…

Elsa wraps her nimble fingers around Y/N’s neck…

Elsa: (purrs) my knight

Y/N: my queen

[michelle-is-writing]

Married Life, Ben Hardy

Word Count: 1.1k~

Bumping into an old friend was a rare occurrence in my life. Being in a different area and ultimately not being very popular made it hard for someone to pop up out of the blue and recognize me. Social media was the same way, oddly enough, but I didn't mind. I had my family, close friends, and most of all, my husband; the people whom I adored most were all I needed.

Still, seeing an old classmate did happen from time to time, and usually, it would become awkward. Sometimes, we greet each other before we uncomfortably bid each other goodbye. Other times, they would act as if they knew me close enough to consider me a 'bestie' when I was always just a wallflower. Tonight was no different.

Jim, an old Chemistry student, happened to see me at the bar of the restaurant Ben and I were having a date at. While waiting for my drinks, I watched him walk up to me and act as if it had only been a day since he last saw me rather than quite a few years. Unfortunately, I never liked Jim and his personality all that much back in high school, which then lead me to transfer seats across the room because of his never ending passes. By the looks of it and the comments he was making, nothing with him had changed.

For maybe a solid minute, he tried to flirt with me, despite me never reciprocating. It was only when Ben came up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist that Jim stopped talking, only to smile and say, "Oh! I heard that you had gotten married!" The prick.

In the corner of my eye, I watched Ben smile and nod before smoothing his hands across my shirt, obviously giving off the message of both protectiveness and slight jealousy. Like almost everything else, Jim ignored the fact that Ben most likely knew what he was doing moments ago, and instead of leaving to spare himself the embarrassment, he spoke up once more. "How's married life treating you?"

"It's great!" I answered him, smiling at the reminder of Ben being mine and me being his. Just like before, Jim still didn't get the signs and only left after Ben spoke up after me.

"So is the sex life!"

"No, Ben, you just don't understand!" I tell him as soon as we walk through the door of our house, Ben heading straight for the couch. "You can't just say shit like that and expect me not to get embarrassed!" I continue while Ben remains sitting on the loveseat, fighting the shit-eating smile on his face.

"You don't just... bring up what you and I do in the bedroom to some guy I haven't seen since the tenth grade!" I tell him, watching as one of his hands comes up to cover his ever growing smile. A few seconds pass before he drops his pale hand and stares at me with bright green eyes and a now softer smile as if he were lovingly gazing at me with the purest intent.

"What?" I ask him, perplexed at his unwillingness to argue back or defend himself. I would think that Ben would be still standing and arguing every point I've made to him. Instead, he's just calmly sitting on the couch as if he were waiting for me to finish. It almost makes me want to fight even more, but what's the point if he's not even saying two words back to me?

"Nothing," Ben answers, shaking his head with the same smile. He's still staring at me with his dopey eyes and calm expression. "It's just..." He then sighs. "You look so hot when you're mad."

His comment makes me pause and close my eyes as a crimson blush takes over my cheeks. Of course he would say something like this - of course. It still doesn't mean that I'm not affected by his words; in fact, it's just the opposite. His words do this to me every time without fail. It's why I got so embarrassed at the restaurant.

"Ben, it is not the time," I tell him, opening my eyes to see him now rising from the chair. "You aren't even responding to anything I'm saying, so don't try to-"

"It's because I don't want to argue with you," Ben tells me, shrugging as if his answer was an obvious one. "I'm sorry my words embarrassed you, darling, truly, but to walk over and see that guy talking to my wife and staring at her with no intent on leaving her alone," With every word pronounced by his deep voice, he steps closer until stopping in front of me, his body towering over me with his looming height and figure. "It just made me want to do this."

With his final words, Ben pulls me into his arms and yanks me up into the air, my legs quickly wrapping around his waist as my arms circle his shoulders to hold on. My surprised gasp is cut short as Ben takes the chance to press his lips to mine, our eyes simultaneously closing as we kiss each other with an unrelenting passion. My anger mixed with his eagerness combines into intense kissing with our holds on each other tightening and hands grasping anything they feel with every second passing.

"Don't you want this too?" Ben asks, taking his lips away from mine. Almost immediately, he moves them to my neck as he begins placing kisses to any inch of skin he comes across. A stinging sensation begins to follow each one, making me nearly moan each time much to Ben's delight. My neck and chest will probably be purple and blue tomorrow, but I know neither of us is even remotely sorry.

"No," I pant out, feeling as Ben slightly backs off to look at me with an almost confused gaze. Meeting his green eyes with my (e/c) ones, I stare at his face and take in everything, knowing it all has to be mirrored on mine as well. His cheeks are flushed as they puff out with every breath he takes, and his blond hair is an absolute wreck from my hands mindlessly reaching up to comb through it. Not to mention his cherry lips are swollen and puffy now, the sight making me smile and lean in close to them before fully answering my husband. “I need it."

[just-a-beatlemaniac69]

I’m really trying to write more and I’m sorry I haven’t been the most active, but life is repetitively kicking my ass. So it’s been hard to want to write at all.

But for when I do start writing more I wanted to ask what you all would be most interested in seeing me write more of:

(Edit: There’s still a few days until this pole closes but I’m like 99.9% Good Omens is gonna be the definite winner here.

So if you see this and you wanna give my blog a try dont be afraid to send me a request 💕

As for the other fandoms mentioned I’ll still write for them just probably not as much.)

(Edit: The winner is Good omens! So as soon I get requests I’ll gladly start writing for it, and due to WWDITS coming in second I’ll start writing for it aswell)

[demo-wise]

Suffocating

Summary: The reader has a bad anxiety attack at a concert, and Brian is able to assist them.

Pairing: Brian May x fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety attack, continuous mentions of anxiety, cringey dialogue? I think that may be it.

Word Count: 2.2k+

A/N: A very, very late request from @theichabbieclub. Hi, love, I’m so sorry this is so late! Things have been very crazy for the past few whatevers and better late than never? My sincerest apologies, but I really hope you like it! It’s been a long time since I’ve written for Queen. And just a general note, I did call Brian May “Mr. May” purposely, only because during the time this takes place, he would not have finished his Ph.D yet and would technically not be a doctor yet, and it is not meant to be disrespectful to him. Enjoy!

You couldn't handle this. You couldn't you couldn't you couldn't. Trapped on the crowded floor with virtually no way out, to say you were feeling claustrophobic would be a gross understatement. This was the downside of going to see a concert, and to have floor seats, and to go with your party-happy girlfriends that didn't understand that you were prone to severe anxiety attacks. It was like a sensory overload, blinded by the strobe lighting, deafened by the booming bass, numbed by the combination of it all, so many, too many bodies constantly bumping into yours and forcing you one way or the other. Your eyes began to blur from the onset of tears. You pressed a hand to your heart, feeling its rapid rhythm. You had to get out of here as fast as you could. 

You could feel the onset of your anxiety slowly building and building and building, like a fire had been lit at your feet and the flames have just now reached your throat, licking up your body in a way that made you want to peel your own skin off. Your vision blurred and you honestly didn’t really know where you were going, but you knew that you had to get away from the walls that were slowly closing in on you, cutting off your movement and your breath. Finally you were able to shove your way through the people around you, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and fighting your way to it. You still have no idea how you got past security.

By the time you had escaped the suffocating swarm of people, your eyes were blurring at the edges and your heartbeat was slowing rapidly. Oh no, no, no, no. You couldn’t pass out here… wherever that was. Although there was really nothing you could do, your vision was going and you were getting dizzy. You just hoped you wouldn’t hit your head in the fall.

—

You came to on the floor and positioned on your back. Your necklace was on the ground next to you and you had the most wretched pounding in your head. 

“Hey, are you okay? Do you know where you are?”

You tilted your head to the side to see a very tall, slender man with a curly head of hair haloed by the stale fluorescent lights above you. Your headache seemed to worsen as you became aware of them. You tried to sit up but the man placed a hand gently on your shoulder.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea if you move right now.” He said. You quite liked the sound of his voice, he sounded kind.

“I’m… I…” you paused, squinting to look at his face better, then lifted a finger to him, “you were on stage, weren’t you?”

He let out a quiet chuckle, “Yeah, I was. My name’s Brian, what’s yours?”

You told him your name, to which he smiled a very pleasant smile, patting your arm once and standing for a moment. You were about to ask where he was going but then another figure appeared in your line of sight, someone holding a large leather bag. The second man then kneeled before you and opened his bag.

“Hi there,” he said, taking out a stethoscope, “I’m the on-call doctor for the band. I heard you passed out? Do you know who you are? Where you are?”

You then understood Brian had called a doctor of sorts to check your vitals. You shook your head, “No really, I’m good. I know who I am, my name, where I am, all that. I just lost consciousness because I was having a anxiety attack out there,” you sat up before the doctor could protest, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment to adjust to the headrush. “You see, my friends and I, we got floor tickets, and I didn’t realize it would feel so suffocating out there, so I tried to get out, and I ended up here before I passed out.

The doctor nodded, “Okay, well, regardless, I’d like to check you for a concussion. You may have hit your head on the way down, it’s hard to tell. Does your head hurt at all?”

“Only a bit, but it feels more like a headache from the lights,” you pointed up.

“Alright, well let’s double check anyway.”

For a few minutes you sat there while the doctor looked over you, asked you details about yourself like name and where you were from, then had you stand up and walk a few feet back and forth. Once he was done he picked up his bag again.

“Well, you seem to be fine, but I would follow up with your doctor tomorrow, I can’t definitively tell without a CT scan. Take care,” he said, and after waving to Brian, left.

Brian turned to you, “Do you still feel faint? It’s only intermission, and I really don’t want to send you back out there if you’re going to get another anxiety attack.”

“No, I’ll be fine, although I may just go home, I can’t be out there for another hour,” you laughed, “but thank you for all the help. It was a great concert from what I saw.”

Brian thought to himself for a moment, lifting a delicate hand to rub at his pointed chin. “What if you sat on the side of the stage? It’s not as crowded as the floor, and you could get your friends over here too.” He mused, quirking a brow at you questioningly.

You hesitated, “Really? You’d let us do that?”

He nodded, his cheeks flushing a bit, but probably just from the heat.

“Sure,” he paused, calling over one of the security guards, “Dave, could you take this woman out to the floor to get her friends and bring her to side stage left please?”

Dave nodded, then turned to you, “This way, miss.”

He guided you out of the backstage area, where intermission was basically over. You felt a pit in your stomach as you were met with the continuous sea of drunk people talking and milling around, waiting for the band to start up again. You tapped Dave and pointed over to your two friends, who were each holding cheap beers and trying to see over the crowd. You felt guilty, they must have been looking for you. As you drew nearer, Emma spotted you, tapping Olivia on the shoulder and pointing over at you.

“Thank god! We thought you’d been trampled or something!” She shouted over the crowd, reaching out on of her tanned arms to you.

Olivia spoke up, “Uh… are we being kicked out?” She asked, eyeing the security guard close behind you.

Before you could say anything, Dave interjected, “Ladies, Mr. Brian May has requested that you come backstage and watch the rest of the show from there. If you would just follow me.”

They both mirrored each other’s shocked faces, which were then turned to you, a million silent questions being asked at once.

“I’ll explain later,” you dismissed, already feeling the people close in on you the longer you were standing there, motioning your friends to follow you out.

They did without another word, although you could tell they would be attacking you with questions as soon as humanly possible. You all weaved through the maze of people, people talking, dancing, swaying, kissing, and some eyeing the group of you curiously, until finally you broke free and felt the air come back to your lungs. You took in a breath and felt your shoulders drop, glad to be out of that mess.

Dave led you through a few hallways that you didn’t remember navigating when you initially made it back there, but you chalked that up to the desperation to be out of the crowd, and your tunnel vision at the time. The closer you got to the stage, the more people there were, and at first you were a bit worried - would this be just as claustrophobic as out in the crowd? There certainly were a lot of tech people and roadies milling around the area, and they did not seem to care if they were in your walking path. Although that anxiety dissipated as soon as you were actually up to the side stage, realizing that there was certainly not a crowd of people there, just some roadies and a few groupies hanging back to wait for the band, which you could deal with. Dave pointed to a clear space near the front of the stage and guided you all there, where the band was already playing the intro to Now I’m Here. 

“Here’s where you will be until the band let’s out. I’ll be nearby, so let me know if you feel like you’re going to pass out again,” he pointed at you, then offered you a friendly smile, retreating to the back wall.

“Okay… I have… so many questions, but let’s start off with the obvious. You passed out?” Emma insisted. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers.

You put a placating hand on her shoulder, “Yeah, but I’m okay! I just got really anxious in that giant crowd and somehow I passed out backstage.”

Olivia blinked at you, “How though?”

“Honestly I have no idea…” you conceded, “But so I woke up and the guitarist, you know that guy with the crazy hair? He found me during intermission and said that if I didn’t want to go back out into the crowd I could come and watch from the side.”

“Okay what kind of fucking book are you living in?” Olivia interjected, though you could see the grin spreading across her lips as she spoke.

You shrugged, “I don’t know, but I’m not gonna question it.”

Your friends laughed in agreement, then paused to listen to the music.

“We’re gonna question it later though, right?” Emma inquired.

“Oh yeah definitely.”

“Absolutely.”

—

After the show the three of you were reeling, and you felt on top of the world. The band was amazing, the drinks were flowing, even backstage, and adrenaline was keeping you hopped up and excited. You weren’t ready for Brian to be standing in front of you when you turned from talking to Olivia, and you almost bumped into him.

“Hello, how are you feeling?” He asked, sweaty and breathing heavily from the show, but still exceedingly polite.

You gave him a grateful smile, “I’m feeling much better, thank you Mr. May. We had a really good time,” you gestured back to your friends, still standing behind you in shock.

Brian shifted his gaze to them and held out his hand to shake each of theirs, “Hi, nice to meet you both. I understand your friend had a small predicament earlier. Thank you for accepting the sudden change in location for the concert.”

Emma nodded, still in shock, while Olivia laughed and exclaimed, “Accepting! Please, thank you for inviting us!”

Brian laughed and accepted her thanks, then turned to you, “Would you mind if I had a word with you?”

Your eyebrows lifted, “Um, sure…” you turned back to your friends, checking with them to see if they were okay being left alone for a few moments, but they were already walking away, sending you suggestive grins and thumbs-ups.

You laughed quietly to yourself and allowed Brian to lead you a few feet away to a quieter hallway, close but not so close that you were still surrounded by the stagehands. 

“Thank you again, Mr. May, I really cannot thank you enough for earlier, and—“ you began, but he lifted a hand to stop you.

“Please, call me Brian, and it was no trouble. I really just want to make sure you’re okay,” he insisted.

“I’m fine now, thank you,” you assured him.

“Good. So…” he shuffled his feet a little awkwardly, considering his next words, “… I was just wondering if you have anything else going on after the concert?”

You did, you had work the next morning at 7:00 am, but what’s one missed day?

You shook your head, “No.”

Brian nodded, “Good, that’s… good. I was just thinking…” he stopped, bringing a hand to his face to rub over the bridge of his nose and chuckle quietly to himself, “I can’t believe I’m doing this…”

You raised a brow at him.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d be interested in staying back and having a drink with me? On the house, I promise. I just… well to be frank I think you’re really lovely and I…” he trailed off, sneaking a glance to gauge your expression. “…Am I totally out of line here?”

You giggled, your cheeks burning, “No, no, you’re not. I would love to stay. Can my friends stay too? I’m their ride and I can’t leave them,” you explained, also considering the fact that they may kill you if you didn’t invite them to the VIP club too.

“Of course, they can, no problem. But you… you’ll stay? Really?” He checked, giving you a small smile.

You nodded, a bashful smile gracing your lips, “Yeah, why not?”

Brian returned your smile, and you quite liked the way it looked on his lovely mouth.

He held out a tentative hand to you, “Good, good, let’s go then.”

You grabbed hold of his hand, mentally preparing for the night ahead of you.