In The Cutie Patootie Challenge But Brian May As A Kid Showed Up. I'm Cooked.

a song that makes me BAWL. no hesitation either.

cant wait to be married and to come home after a long day and curl up next to my favorite person in the whole world and fall asleep

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.

he is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever. what would I do without him? hmm... I dunno

i cannot explain to you how peggable he looks here

problems of a teenage girl

why is brian horny on main I—

Lover, You Should’ve Come Over.

Notes: CHAPTER THREE OUT??? WOAH. ok dudes i know it’s been almost two months (since february 21st🧟‍♀️) BUT ive been VERY busy i had a lot with school and i had a concert. I feel like this is bland but i PROMISE ill get another chapter out by early next week sometime because im finally motivated!!

WARNINGS: not edited. jk. no warnings!

Summary of chapter: Y/N spends all day getting ready for her big day “meeting” Brian but discovers bad news.

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The day before the concert was what seemed to be the longest day of Y/N’s life. She woke up at six in the morning as she intended and got ready. She did everything she could to make herself look flawless. Even though Brian had seen her in class with her most horrendous outfits on, she could still try to redeem herself from that image. She couldn’t ever imagine herself doing something like that on purpose let alone in front of Brian. Brian always seemed to be effortlessly beautiful. He always had clear skin, shiny perfect curls, and he was always skinny. It didn’t make sense to Y/N how one person could be so beautiful.

That morning, Y/N took an hour-long shower. When she got out, she put on her robe and wore a face mask for 2 hours straight while Jo looked at her weirdly. Then she proceeded to put all kinds of different creams on her face. Half of them were stuff she didn’t even know existed but she still put it on her face just in case. She knew that Brian was a man and he probably didn’t care but she did. Y/N waited a while before putting her makeup on because she didn’t want to seem desperate to the non-existent audience watching her.

As Y/N put her makeup on she only thought about one thing. What would she say? What would she do? Everything was swirling in her head like a tornado. Jo knocking on her door stirs her out of her thoughts. Jo opens the door and struts towards Y/N in the tiniest skirt she’s probably ever seen.

“Can I use your mascara?” Jo asks while tapping her foot.

“Wait a minute, I have to finish first.” Jo groans at her.

“You’ve been getting ready for almost 10 hours now. How much longer can you take?”

“I didn’t want to mess my makeup up.” Y/N replies while putting on mascara before handing it to Jo. Jo rolls her eyes and scoffs.

“Like I said before, almost 10 hours. What could have possibly missed?” Jo leans down to the mirror and starts applying the mascara with skill, her skirt barely covering anything as she leans. Y/N stays quiet for a minute. Y/N stares into the mirror and plays with her hair a bit.

“Nothing.” She murmurs while admiring her makeup, leaning in to make sure there were no blemishes. Jo looks down at Y/N, setting down the mascara.

“Roger told me Brian has gone out with this one girl twice.” Jo says suddenly. Y/N feels her soul crush a little. She hasn’t even stopped to think about something like that. Maybe they weren’t officially dating yet. Knowing her luck, they probably are. Y/N continues to stare into the mirror, now manically brushing her hair and fixing her makeup.

“Who?” That was her biggest question.

“That girl from biba.” Jo senses her tenseness and wearily says the words. All this did was make Y/N more upset. Mary? But Mary was her friend. She would’ve told her if she was going out with Brian. There's no way they're actually going out. Y/N just shakes her head easily, minding her hair and makeup precisely.

“Mary would’ve told me if she was going out with Brian. I’m sure of it.” Y/N utters out in a confident but somehow also shaky murmur. Jo shrugs.

“You never know.” Y/N always knew. Or at least she thought she did. Anyway, she had a feeling Brian wasn’t with Mary but Jo’s words teasingly repeated in her head.

_ _ _

Even on their way to the gig, Y/N heard Jo’s words in her head. Why would he invite a girl to a gig if he had a girlfriend? But then again, men are men so you can’t trust that fact. She knew she was stressing over nothing. They barely only talked thrice but he still meant the world to her.

The gig was in a small bar just off their campus. It could only hold a hundred people or two. When Jo and Y/N got in, there were only a couple groups of people, drinking and whatnot. The stage took up half of the small bar. Jo touched up her lipstick before setting off to go find Roger, leaving Y/N alone.

Y/N always hated small places like this with a lot of people. It felt as if you could barely breathe, though everyone was in their own group. There was a group of snobby girls ogling at her. Y/N looked down at her shoes. The girls looking at her seemed to be groupies; considering how perfect they looked and wearing what one would call “revealing clothes”. Gosh, how Y/N wished that Jo was there to protect her. Jo was always too starstruck around Roger though. She couldn’t get away from him if she was near him.

Y/N knew she was a grown woman and she could take care of herself but it felt good to have someone near you. But also she knew she’d act the same if Brian was hers. She was brought out of her thoughts by none other than Jo and Roger.

“Earth to Y/N.” Roger snaps his fingers in front of her face. Y/N jolts to attention with a small, “huh?”.

“I was asking if you want to backstage after all?” Jo asks, giggling softly at Roger’s antics.

Y/N just nods and fidgets a little, not-so subtly thinking about Brian.

“Just this way, darling.” Roger directs Y/N and Jo towards the backstage which was a small windowless room with a few vanity’s and a singular couch. Brian was sitting at a vanity, shaving or something whilst Tim was doing random vocal exercises. Y/N wanted to turn around as soon as she saw Brian but that’d be rude. it was the only thing that was natural at this point in time.

Brian sees, out of the corner of his eye, Y/N. He immediately stood up and walked towards her with (quite literally) open arms. Y/N felt as if her heart was hugging her brain. All she wanted to do was jump onto him and kiss all over his cheeks but that’d be wrong. Brian hugged Y/N into the warmest bear hug she’s ever been pulled into.

“Oh, hey,” Brian smiles into your hair due to the height of his body, “Y/N, is it?”

“Yeah.” is all the girl can say. Brian nods and pulls away before shaking her hand with enthusiasm. He seemed happy to meet her and it made Y/N happy to be around him. Y/N couldn’t seem to understand why he’d be so happy to be around her, she was nothing special.

She felt to keep her distance though. She still didn’t know if he was in a relationship, she wasn’t that kind of girl.

“Are you excited for the show?” Brian asks while still grinning at her. Y/N stutters a little with her response.

“Oh, no, yeah, of course I am!” Y/N knew she sounded like an idiot. Brian didn’t seem to care though he just listened to what she had to say.

me when i’m the bandmate of joy and whimsical intent

always confused on what Brian May's real height could be