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Lover, you should've come over

Author's Note: woah I got the fic out today. This is embarrassing to post but here goes nothing. Ignore any grammar. Let me know any mistakes I made by messaging me or sending it in my asks. This is my FIRST fic. the title is inspired by a Jeff Buckley song.

Warning: This part is just how they "meet". Some LIGHT swearing. Future chapters might contain smut.

 Y/N mostly found herself staring at the back of her classmate, Brian May’s head during long lectures. He had short loose curls in a Hendrix kind of style. His hair shook sometimes when he moved and Y/N thought it was adorable. Brian always had these tight sweaters (that never really covered his whole arm) that showed off his long veiny forearms, they made her drool just thinking about it. Brian almost silently whispered to his friend with a quiet chuckle. Y/N stifled a laugh at his laugh. God, he was so cute. Y/N was brought out of La-La land when her friend, Jo, pinched her arm. 

“What was that for?” Y/N whisper yelled, furrowing her eyebrows. Jo rolled her eyes, slumping back in her chair. 

“Too caught up in Mister Handsome over there. Haven’t heard a damn word I’ve said,” She huffs before glancing at Brian, “I don’t understand why you can’t just talk to Bri-” The teacher clears his throat and looks at Y/N and Jo with a disapproving look. 

“Girls.. Please wait till after class for the chit chat.” He shakes his head before turning to the chalkboard and beginning to carry on with the lesson. Brian looks back at Jo and Y/N and Y/N’s heart almost jumps out of her chest. She internally screams, jumps, and hugs Jo. She really would’ve if it was just Brian looking at her and no one else mattered. Jo looks at Y/N with a raised eyebrow before noticing Brian and sighing. 

Y/N’s mind immediately thinks about Brian noticing her again. What if he liked her back and didn’t have the courage to talk to her? No, that’s just being silly. Or is it? The thought of Brian never really knowing her stresses her out more than anything going on in her life right now. While Y/N is caught up in her thoughts, the loud bell rings and she and Jo pack up.

After class, Jo and Y/N head to their shared flat, taking off their coats. Y/N plops down on the couch, exhaling deeply. Jo walks over and sits beside her, looking down at her.

“What now?” Jo says, going to pet her hair.

“Nothing,” Y/N murmurs into a pillow, knowing that it really wasn’t nothing. She just couldn’t stop thinking about Brian. Usually she could take her mind off him easily if she really tried but this time it wasn’t working. “It’s just…” Y/N trails off, gripping the pillow she was talking into a few moments back. Jo just looks at her, not saying a word, just petting the younger woman’s hair.

Y/N thought it was stupid. The man didn’t even know her, I mean, even if he did know her name it wasn’t like they knew each other from being friends. It’s embarrassing to get all worked up just because he looked at you. She stayed silent, just looking at Jo. “Love” is embarrassing. 

_ _ _

Y/N is alone in the house. Jo has gone off onto a date with Roger, Brian’s best friend. All she can do is toss and turn, staring at the ceiling every once and a while. It wasn’t long before Y/N

got a phone call. She groaned softly and whispered to herself, “Who could it be at this hour?” To be fair, it was 12 AM. She steadily picked up the receiver and mumbled a ‘hello’ into the speaker before hearing a familiar and beloved voice. Brian. Y/N listens to Brian’s voice intently, her heart pounding.

“Hey, uh, is this Jo’s flatmate,YN?” he says into the phone softly. “Roger wanted to let you know that Jo won’t be coming back home tonight.” There’s a clear implication in between the lines of the last sentence. Really? On the second date? Damn, ok. Y/N thought. She takes a deep breath before speaking to Brian.

“Okay. Thanks for letting me know,” Y/N blushed profusely, tapping her fingertip on her nightstand. The silence was awkward and it made Y/N more uncomfortable every second. “Is this Brian May?”

He hummed a response before speaking again, “I tried to drive them to your flat but Roger was stubborn and drunk so it was no use.” He lightly chuckled nearing his last words. Y/N faked a laugh. 

“I’m guessing Jo gave you my number?” 

“Oh yes.” Brian says awkwardly.

Y/N attempts to drag on the conversation as long as she can, she just wanted to hear Brian talk,  “So how long have you and Roger been friends?” 

“About a year now. I met him when our band first started. You know the band Smile, right?” He asks. Y/N didn’t even know he had a band. Didn’t even know he could play an instrument or sing. It’s clear she had some catching up to do. 

“No. Not really. Sorry.” It’s only later into the conversation she realizes how bitchy that sounded. 

“Oh. Well it’s just a regular band. I play guitar, Rog drums and we have a lead singer who also plays bass. We’re obviously called Smile,” He snickers and continued his words, “We play here sometimes or at a random pub. You know actually we have a gig next Saturday on campus. I’d like it if you would be able to go. Are you free?” He hesitates when he asks. Y/N couldn’t believe anything that was going on in this moment was happening. Maybe he really did like her back. No, don’t be crazy. Y/N thinks to herself.

“Is Jo going?” Y/N asks in a curious tone. If Jo wasn't going, she wasn’t going.

“I think so. Roger never told me but I’m guessing she would.” Brian says, nervous, sensing her hesitation. 

Brian agrees, “Yeah. See you there, Y/N. Bye Bye.” Y/N mutters a ‘bye’ as well, nearly out of breath because of how he said her name. 

silly guy

Brian May but in a patrick hat because im so funny

Lover, You Should’ve Come Over: Chapter 2

Note: okay okay i know i said i’d get it up last week but i rewrote it 4 times and i was busy the WHOLE month 😭. to make up for it, this is a really long chapter.

Warnings: None!

Y/N had been stressing the whole week before the gig. It was all she could think about. She didn’t think about anything that important either. She thought about her hair or her dress or what she could talk to Brian about. Maybe that last part was the important part. What did they even have in common besides Jo or Roger? Oh my God Jo. The real important thing to be thinking about was whether or not Jo was going.

Whatever. She needed an outfit for the gig. Maybe it was time to ride down to Biba? With that thought Y/N jumped up to put on somewhat presentable clothes and brushed her hair quickly before rushing out the door with her keys. Jo barely even looked her way, too caught up in some soap opera to care. Y/N ran down the stairs of the apartment breezeway, gazing up every once in a while to spot her car.

_ _ _

Y/N made it to the busy streets of London. Apparently everyone else wanted an outfit too. Y/N stepped out into the cold air, shivering a bit. Of course she’d forget a coat on such a cold day. She eventually made it to Biba without a scratch from all the pushing and shoving. At least she could get free clothes since she knew a girl who worked here. Said girl, Mary, was sitting in the back on the floor, picking her nails. Y/N spotted her and walked right past the register and the other employees, getting a few looks and whispers along the way.

“Hey, Mary.” Y/N says as she sits next to the blonde woman.

“Hey. Where have you been?” Mary murmurs, turning her head to look at Y/N. Where have I been? Y/N thought. She thinks back to the last time she saw Mary and she can’t remember. She stares at the gray metal door of the backroom.

“Just at school. Sorry” Y/N prays Mary isn’t mad at her. Mary smiles and nods while Y/N finally builds the courage to look back at her.

“So, what are you here for? New clothes? Something special? Something sexy?” The fair-haired woman teases.

“Yeah I might need a combination of everything you just listed,” Y/N giggles, “going to my crushes gig tomorrow night.” Mary pretends to be shocked and stands up, grabbing Y/N’s hand and pulling her up.

“You didn’t tell me it was that important!” Mary hurries her into the actual store.

They rush through every rack there is looking for the perfect outfit. Mary offers plenty of revealing dresses that are way out of Y/N’s comfort zone. Finally the both decide on a deep purple sleeveless shift dress paired with white go-go boots. It was a little short but it’d have to do. At least it made her feel beautiful.

“You know, I didn’t want to do too much. But I feel like the length is a lot. What do you think?” Y/N turns back from the full-length mirror in the changing rooms to try and read Mary’s expression. Mary gives her a reassuring grin and tucks hair behind her ear.

“It’s not doing too much. The length looks good on you and you totally have the body for it!” Mary says in a light tone. She brushes her hand against Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N looks at the fat on her arms and sighs. Not really, Mary. Though she didn’t like it, it seems she’d have to live with this body. The hardest part was making Brian try to like it when she didn’t.

“Thank you, Mary. You always make me feel better.” Y/N swallows, staring at herself a little longer.

_ _ _

After Y/N returns from Biba, she walks into her shared flat and slumps onto the couch. Jo walks into the living room with a smirk.

“Hey, Y/N,” She says, puffing on a cigarette. “Where’d you go?”

“Biba. Got an outfit for the gig. Speaking of it, are you going?” Y/N breathes into a pillow on the couch. She’s found herself in this position time and time again but it’s always just as comforting.

“Smile? Saturday?” Y/N nods while Jo laughs and puts her cigarette in the ashtray. “Who invited you?” Jo said the last part in more of a surprised tone than a mean one. Y/N takes her head off the fluffy pillow and grins at her proudly.

“Brian.” She almost squeals. Jo does all the squealing for her. Jo nearly jumps up and down out of excitement.

“let me see the outfit then!” Jo exclaims while walking over and grabbing onto Y/N’s hands.

_ _ _

Y/N lays in her bed, thinking about tomorrow night and how she’ll even approach him. What if he thinks she’s weird? it’s not like they’ve known each other forever anyway. The first time they’ve hung out will be tomorrow night. Maybe he admired her like she admired him. Or what if he only did it to be nice? It was most likely the ladder.

At Brian and Roger’s shared flat, Brian and Roger were drinking beer on the couch and talking.

“So why’d you invite that girl?”

Roger questions the man on the couch next to him.

“I don’t know. She seems sweet,” Brian smiles and laughs before shaking his head. “I have no real reason, I just thought she’d be nice to bring along. I mean i’ve seen her in my class and i’ve wanted to talk to her if i’m honest.” Brian starts to rant but stops himself before he can.

“Do you have a crush?” Roger teases.

“No, i just” Brian stutters and doesn’t finish his sentence. Just feeding more into Roger’s beliefs.

“You do, huh?” Roger laughs. Roger barely knew the girl either. He’s spoken to Y/N once or twice but never had a serious conversation since he was just her best friend's boyfriend and nothing to her. Brian shakes his head.

“We’ll decide after we have a real conversation tomorrow, Rog.” Brian says as he sips his beer. Roger grins at him.

“Let’s call her.”

“Roger, she’s probably asleep and that’s weird.” Brian defends quickly.

“Who goes to sleep on a Friday at 12 am?” Roger asks, getting up to get another beer from the fridge. He gazes at the phone on his way to the kitchen.

Brian huffs from the couch before calling out, “Uh normal people!” Roger pulls out a beer and walks back to the living room with a smirk plastered on his face. He mutters, ‘boooring.’ before plopping down on the couch yet again.

“C’mon, Bri, just call her,” Roger begs, “Not in a prank call way either. Just a normal conversation because I want to get to know your little lady caller.” Brian shakes his head.

After a few minutes of begging, Roger ends up losing the battle of begging and Brian ends up in his room while pretending to sleep. He didn’t want to call her in front of Roger because he had a feeling he’d manage to stutter or embarrass himself in some way around Roger.

Y/N was still thinking about Brian. Now she was sitting on the side of her bed and setting her alarm clock for five in the morning. She had to get up early to look her best even if the gig wasn’t until seven that night. Y/N settles back into bed and places her alarm clock in its rightful spot.

Y/N stares at the ceiling while the sound of Jo cooking a midnight snack fills the house. She begins to think about Brian’s smile and his soft voice and his pretty curls and it manages to soothe her into a tight slumber.

I want him so bad, it's not even funny.

GODDAMN. WHY IS BEARDED BRIAN HOT.

(1973)

RAHHHH THE EYELINER.

thinking about how Freddie says, "I long for peace before I die" in mother love...