It’s Been Almost A Month Since My Tyler, The Creator Concert And I Am STILL SHOCKED. I Thought Post-concert

roger is killing me 😭

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

a song that makes me BAWL. no hesitation either.

i hope you mean what I think you mean

Raw. Next question

brian looks out of it LMAOO 😭

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.

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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.

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. 

why are his arms so hairy

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!

I HAVE THIS RANDOM SCREENSHOT OF FETUS BRIAN IN MY PHONE FROM A MEME I MADE LIKE 8 MONTHS AGO AND I CANT FIND THE WHOLE PICTURE. AHHHHHHHHHH.

LMAOOOOOO