Cant Wait To Be Married And To Come Home After A Long Day And Curl Up Next To My Favorite Person In The

Lover, You Should’ve Come Over

Note: I HAD FINALS IM SORRY. THIS IS A FILLER NEXT CHAPTWR IS GOOD I SWEAR

Warnings: Light swearing, Throwing up mentions.

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“I’d have his babies”

“Save that for your diary, Y/N.” Jo says going for yet another pint while they watch the gig. Y/N sat there, watching this beautiful man she’s loved since what feels like forever, doing what he loves most. She wish we was what he loved most and would do he-

She shook the thought. Calm down, Y/n, you’re in public. Jo was staring down Roger the whole show, even managing to tilt her high heels up enough to peek up over his drums and the stage in the way. Y/N instinctively covered Jo’s backend with her body since the skirt she was wearing was a little bit too little. By the end of the show, Y/N was queasy again. Brian would be near her again and he’d look at her again.

The next couple of minutes followed up to Y/N sitting at the bar with Roger, Brian, and Jo. She couldn’t help but to look Brian’s way. God, was he perfect. Brian obviously must’ve noticed the plea to talk to him in her eyes because he switched seats to sit next to her.

“Hey,” Brian starts, setting his glass down, “enjoy the show?”

Y/N stills and looks at him for a second, “Oh, yes! It was lovely.” She blushes as she feels Brian’s eyes on her face. Brian smiled at her and it melted her heart.

Gosh, did she love his canine teeth that poke out when he smiles. Or how his eyes look so soft like a mother’s eyes. The way his nose pointed in a specific way that just looked so good.

They talked for a while and the more they did the more Y/N felt her insides turn. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol or Brian’s beautiful eyes staring back at her but she felt like she needed to throw up.

“Excuse me.” Y/N quickly says before rushing to the bathroom, feeling her throat start to swell up with the outcome of drinking alcohol.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Brian follows behind her. He could clearly not read the room. Y/N felt his hand on her back and she tensed up. She simply shook her head and ran into the toilets. The toilets were obviously nasty as hell considering it was a college bar, but it didn’t stop her from getting on her knees and hacking up the liquor.

Brian cringed as he listened from the other side of the door, squeezing his eyes closed. Once he heard the toilet flush, he felt relieved. Brian peeked in the bathroom and went to her aid as she stumbled up on her heels to get up.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He brushed her hair out of her face and half-way held her hand in his. Y/N was in her own little world up until now. She realized she was with Brian, him holding her hand, making sure she’s okay and she felt as if she never wanted anything more or anything less than what she felt right now.

“Oh,” Y/N swallowed. “now I am. I think.” She knew she sounded cliche but who cares? She loved him in a way not even movies could convey.

“Good. I don’t like to see my friends not well.” Brian comments before letting go of her hand. “If you need anything, I'll help you.”

Y/N was reminded by his words of how far she was from having him and it crushed her soul. She watched him leave the grotesque bathroom but stayed for a while. She just wanted to drink or sleep and forget about it but she couldn’t do either.

Y/N leans against the wall, minding any stains, just sitting there for a minute. She wished everything was a fairytale and went her way. But she also knows you can’t waste your time on a man who you’re not even sure loves you back. Y/N wished to have the mentality of girls who just don’t care. Girls who don’t mind being alone, girls who don’t care if a man likes them back and lives how they want, girls who don’t spend hours getting ready for someone who doesn’t like you back.

She thought she was one of those girls until she met Brian. She’d never loved anyone like him. Brian was special. Brian wasn’t like any other man. He’s got an aura around him that radiates kind energy and that’s what she wanted in her chaotic life. Peace.

Sitting at the bar, Brian watched as Jo and Roger flirted before looking back down at his cup. He kept thinking about Y/N and how beautiful she looked but knew it was taboo. She was off-limits, right?

_ _ _

Over the next couple of weeks, Y/N and Brian hung out a few times. The air around them was like their souls were one. It felt right to be near each other. It felt right to be touching. It felt right to laugh with each other.

“Mate, when do you plan on getting laid?” Roger remarks to Brian randomly.

“I don’t want to answer that question.” Brian replies, sipping his morning coffee.

“What? You’re never with any girls anymore! Wait…” Roger makes an expression that acts if he has a lightbulb above his head. “Y/N.”

“No, Rog. Not Y/N.” Brian defends and puts his coffee down while shaking his head. Roger still stands suspicious though, connecting the dots in his head.

“Well.. you do get nervous every time you talk about her, change the topic when i talk about getting laid, and all you want to do is hang out with her.”

Brian ignores him and gets his bag ready for another long dreadful day of college.

“Oh, what? Gotta see your girlfriend again?” Roger suggests, laughing at Brian in his head. Brian sticks his tongue out at Roger childishly before grabbing his keys.

Y/N was talking to herself in her head while finishing up the details of her makeup. She felt as if even herself couldn’t understand what kind of a chokehold Brian had on her. Brian felt like teenage love.

Y/N thought of Brian as her first love, she’d like to think of it that way.

my core

you come to me on my scheduled hair wash day

realest

I was so bored and tired today that I started fantasising about Brian May so my mind had something to focus on

No I’m not weird

if I was chrissie mullen and my ex husband wrote a song like too much love will kill you about how painful it was cheating on me I’d send live crocodiles to his house

why did his parents accidentally choose an extra large

i hope you mean what I think you mean

Raw. Next question

Having a good chuckle thinking about how Brian May said he had a imaginary girlfriend at like 13. What does this even mean 😭

roger is killing me 😭

UNSEEN EARLY QUEEN PIC??? THIS IS LITERALLY THE FIRST TIME IVE EVER SEEN THIS?? LOOK. AT. THEM. OH EM GEE.

pride<3 (brian may x reader)

it was june 9th (69 haha nice) and you were heading to your local pride parade. you were not gay, but you wanted to exploit gay people for some cute photos for instagram. cute! you were attending the pride parade with your best friend, roger taylor. roger was also NOT gay, and was drinking soup out of a can.

you arrived at the pride parade. you were hoping to find a sexiiiiiiii man there (you whore). but oh no! all the guys there were gay because this was a pride parade. who would appreciate your hot outfit (a nun costume with a hole cut out over the nipples) now?!? 

then, you saw him. a tall, beautiful man. it was father brian harold may, the pastor at your local church. he was there to show support to the gay community, but was also NOT gay. there are no gay characters in this story despite it occurring at a pride parade. (a/n: i forgot to mention, i’m allowed to have no gay characters because i am gay).

brian harold may was 72 years old.

you beckoned him over lustfully. “hey….father,” you whispered.

“hey, hottie,” he said, licking your neck. he was an awful priest.

roger, still drinking soup, was deeply jealous of this. he secretly had feelings for you, and he HATED father brian harold may because of the time when he confessed to murder and father brian harold may broke the confidentiality of confession and told roger’s parents.

roger poured the remainder of his soup onto brian harold may’s luscious curly hair. “take that, slut” he said, nutting. however, roger was a fool. this only made you more attracted to the older man. you began wringing the soup out of his hair directly into your mouth. 

roger began to cry. in all the commotion, no one noticed john deacon slithering up underneath your nun robes. in an act of devious mischief, he amputated your left leg. 

“you SLUT” you said, ripping your robes off to reveal the criminal. (you were now naked). 

roger taylor would not stand for this. he quickly began to hex john deacon. but he had forgotten one important thing…you were in the company of a MAN OF GOD.

father brian harold may briefly looked at your amputated leg with lust, then exorcised roger taylor (as priests do). “oh, brian,” you moaned. “exorcise me next”

“i don’t take orders from whores,” said father brian harold may, visibly aroused. he stabbed you once to establish dominance, snatching one of your eyes and placing it in the pocket of his robes. “i will see you at mass next sunday”

he disappeared into the mist. another successful pride!

brian looks out of it LMAOO 😭