AN: Deciding who to write this about was semi-difficult, but having written so much Ben/Roger stuff, I wanted to switch it up a little bit! All of this is pure fiction, as I do not know every little detail about John Deacon’s wedding or past relationships, so please just use your imagination as I just made things up. I apologize if it is so short, but I hope you enjoy! Hey! Love you writing♥️ don’t know if you’re still taking requests but if you are could you possible do one where you’re in a relationship with one of the boys, don’t mind who, and you go together to one of the other band members weddings and that’s where he realises you’re the one for him! Hope that makes sense. – There had only ever been one girl for John Deacon, so when he announced he was getting married, it had come as no surprise to anyone. He had been buzzing with excitement ever since, and the feeling had become quite contagious.
The wedding day had been gorgeous. The sun had decided to shine, and it was like the entire universe was celebrating the merging of two people who were helplessly in love. With Brian busy helping John, you spent the ceremony and the beginning part of the reception with Mary and Roger’s date. The three of you were having a wonderful time, drinking and laughing, and after the first dance, you found Brian at your side, asking if you wanted to join him on the dancefloor.
The question had surprised you because you never knew Brian as a dancer. But with his bright smile, and his hand reaching out for you, you couldn’t turn him down. He led you into the middle of the floor and with one hand cupping your own, he placed his other hand on your waist and you placed yours on his shoulder.
“Have I told you this afternoon how beautiful you look?” He whispered into your ear as the two of you swayed back and forth. You could feel a blush rising in your cheeks as you nodded.
“Only a few times.” You giggled, your eyes lifting to meet his. “And might I say, you look as handsome as ever.”
Brian’s face lit up, and you rested your head against his chest. The two of you had been together a little over a year now, but with his busy life touring and recording, you had never really discussed the topic of marriage. You were happy with Brian, and you knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, but you understood that it may take him longer to come to that conclusion. You would wait as long as you had to.
The two of you danced together, neither one of you speaking as you allowed the music to conduct your movements. You were blissfully happy, and the sound of Brian’s heart beating against your ear lulled you into a peaceful trance.
x.x.x
Brian had known practically since the moment he met you that he loved you. You were so patient, caring, and funny and he had never met someone who understood him like you did. You had never pushed the idea of getting married and you didn’t get jealous when you would bring up other couple’s engagements. With his busy schedule, Brian had never really entertained the idea of getting married until John announced that he was. He just hadn’t thought that it was fair to propose and then have to go off for months at a time, leaving you behind.
However, as he held you while you danced, he felt a pang in his heart that had started earlier that day when he thought of you. You had looked so beautiful when he picked you up that it had taken his breath away. Seeing how happy John and his new wife were, Brian had started feeling a longing that he never thought he would feel.
He wasn’t sure how you felt about it, but the more he thought about it, the more he was sure that if he were to finally settle down and commit, you were the only girl he wanted to do that with. Your unwavering loyalty, even when life wasn’t really fair to your relationship, was reassurance enough that he had made the right choice when he asked you out.
“Have you ever thought about getting married?” He asked out loud, just as the slow song ended. Your head immediately left his chest and turned up to face him.
“Of course, I have, Bri.” You replied softly, giving him a small smile.
“Have you ever thought about marrying… me?”
Your eyes searched his, a curious expression now on your face.
“Yes.”
Brian’s heart flipped and a lump formed in his throat. You looked so innocent, and so happy, that he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and capturing your lips in his. He had hoped that you would say yes, and as he looked down at you as you led him off the dancefloor, he knew that you were the one for him. He wouldn’t mention it again now, but he looked forward to the near future, when he would formally ask you to be his forever.
Hey! I was wondering if you could do a fic w brian x reader? Maybe something along the lines of them finally realizing that they’re in love w each other but neither of them can get it out bc they’re nervous? Just something fluffy and sweet but if you want it could turn smutty at the end (idk your request guidelines so it’s all up to you). Thank you so much!!
May I request a Brian x reader in which the reader teases him in various ways all day until he just can’t take it anymore ;D
Word Count: 1733 Words
A/N: So I decided to combine the two requests because I felt if I wrote them separate they would be very similar. I hope you enjoy them and thank you for sending them in! Keep the requests coming! 😀
It all started with a touch. It wasn’t a huge touch, but it was just enough. It all started when you were hanging out at Freddie’s place with the band. Freddie had invited you over because he wanted your opinion on a song that they were starting to write. You listened to them sing, but you never took your eyes off Brian. There was something about him, that mesmerized you, especially when he was playing the guitar. The look of concentration on his face, the way his fingers glided over the strings.
When the boys finished, you couldn’t help but clap. You were sitting next to Brian on the couch, with the other three sitting opposite you. They had just given you an acapella version of the song, with Brian playing the guitar. Your hand found Brian’s shoulder as you talked, telling them how great it was. Brian’s eye darted to your hand, and he could feel his heart beat rise. It didn’t get any easier from there.
“Hey Roger, Freddie wants us to do the drum section again.” you said through the microphone in the studio. Roger was recording his drum solo for the band’s new song Bohemian Rhapsody. You had been asked to assist the boys in recording. You had been here for a couple of weeks and even though being in the recording studio with the boys was fun, when they weren’t recording, you were bored out of your mind.
“Again? Alright play the track again.” Roger said, sounding a little fed up. You all had been locked in the studio all day, and even though Paul was bringing you all food during the day, everyone’s tensions was high. Roger felt like he was on the verge of throwing his drumsticks at someone’s head. John was having a nap on the couch, and Brian was adjusting the cords on his guitar. You pushed the playback button and sat back in your seat, running your hands through your hair.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” you said as you rubbed your face in your hands. You were tired. You had been up half the night with Freddie, listening to all the playbacks that had been recording the day before. The rosters had woken you up early, and you had not been able to go back to sleep.
“You OK?” you heard someone say, and you turned around and saw Brian looking at you. You nodded, letting out a small yawn. Brian let out a small chuckle. He could clearly see you were tired, and even though you didn’t want to admit it, but Brian could see right through you. You looked at Brian and could see the concerned look.
“Bri, I am fine. I can make it through another couple of hours of listening to Roger bang the drums. It’s keeping me awake.” you explained, as you reached out and placed your hand on top of his. There it was again. A single touch. Brian looked down at your hands and once again, Brian’s heart started racing again. You gave Brian a small tired smile and turned back to watch Roger on the drums.
You had been so tired that night that you had slept in. The boys were sitting in the kitchen, eating their breakfast when John noticed that you were missing. Normally you were the first one awake and already in the kitchen, making everyone breakfast. When Brian walked in and saw you weren’t there, he was a little disappointed.
“Do you think we should save Y/N some breakfast?” John asked as he started to fill the sink up with water, getting ready to wash the breakfast dishes. They had cooked enough so that there were some left for you and a plate of food was sitting on a plate for you. It was almost 10am and you still hadn’t shown up.
“I might go wake her. We have to be in the studio soon and we’ll probably need her.” Brian said as he quickly stood up. All three of the boys looked at Brian but watched as he left the room. Brian headed upstairs and placed his ear to your bedroom door. He couldn’t exactly hear anything. He lightly knocked on the bedroom door and didn’t hear anything.
“Brian?” you said from behind him. Brian quickly turned around, pressing his back to the door. He looked at you and quickly looked away. You had just come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your body, your wet hair dripping down your left shoulder. You had been up for a good half hour, but had decided to take a long shower, needing to destress.
“Hey. We were just wondering if you wanted breakfast or not. We saved you some.” Brian said as you walked past him, opening your bedroom door. You looked up at him before walking in. Brian noticed that you were standing really close to him, your bodies almost touching. He could feel the heat from your body and he realized that he was starting to get hot.
“You guys are too sweet to me.” you said as you pushed past him and walked into the bedroom. Brian watched as you walked and his eyes trailed down your back and to your legs, which were glistening with wetness. Brian needed to get out of there before he did something he would regret.
“Good, so I’ll uh, see you down there.” Brian said and without waiting for a response from you, he turned around and walked away. You quickly turned around, wanting to say something, but he had already disappeared. You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. You were hardly ever alone with Brian, and wanted to tell him how you felt, but you didn’t know exactly how to do it.
Brian couldn’t stop thinking about you as he walked down the stairs. The way you came out of the bathroom in just in a towel. The way the water glistened off your body. His heart was racing, and he didn’t like this feeling. He just needed to tell you how he felt otherwise he might lose his mind. As Brian walked into the kitchen, still thinking about you, John was the only there. John glanced up and saw that there was a thoughtful look on Brian’s face.
“You OK Bri?” John asked as he finished up washing the dishes. Brian came out of his train of thoughts, only just noticing that John was standing there. Brian sighed as he ran his hand through his hair and sat down at the counter. “Is Y/N coming down for breakfast?” John asked as he placed your breakfast in the microwave.
“Yeah she is. She was in the shower.” Brian explained, as he ran his hand over his face. He couldn’t stop thinking about you in the towel and he couldn’t help but wonder what you looked like underneath. “I don’t know what to do.” Brian whispered, forgetting that John could hear him. Brian let out a frustrated groan as he looked up at John. John could only guess what was going on with Brian.
“Did you see her naked?” John asked, leaning in close to his friend. Brian quickly sat up and shook his head. John couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as he sat up straight. “You like her, and she likes you.” John said, more stating and not questioning. Brian looked up at John. He didn’t think his crush on you had been so obvious but it must have been.
“Not exactly. She was in a towel but I just wanted to-” Brian said, not exactly wanting to finish his sentence. John shook his head as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Maybe you just need to tell her how you feel. I mean, something good might come out of it.” John explained. Brian nodded as he sat back in his seat and thought about it for a moment. He was afraid of what would happen if he told you. You both had a great working relationship and you probably got on better with him than all the others. Brian didn’t want to ruin that.
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Again, it was a late night for all of you. Freddie wanted to keep going and it was almost midnight before you all went to bed. Freddie had decided to keep going a little bit longer, so it was just you and Brian walking up the stairs. As you walked with him up the stairs, you couldn’t help but keep glancing up at him. You wanted to talk to him, you wanted to get your feelings out in the open, but you couldn’t exactly get your words out.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you in the morning.” Brian said when the two of you finally reached the top of the stairs. Your room was opposite his. You looked up at him, not wanting to say goodnight to him just yet. That morning when he saw you in the towel, you felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. You both stood there, looking at each other, not wanting to leave. You stepped forwards like your feet were in control of yourself. You stood on tip toe, as Brian was a lot taller than you and softly kissed his lips. Brian was surprised at this sudden gesture.
Without any warning, Brian quickly grabbed you around the waist and lifted you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He carried you into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. You ran your hands through Brian’s hair as he carried you over to the bed and gently laid you down.
“Brian wait.” you said as you stopped kiss him. Brian stopped, looking into your eyes. You reached up and ran your thumb over his cheek, a small smile playing on your lips. “I’ve been wanting this for a while.” you whispered and with that you pulled him closer and started kissing him once more. Brian could feel his heart racing, and he had been wanting this for a long time as well. The way you talked to him, the way you touched him, even the little touches, it drove him crazy. He just wanted it to be the two of you against the world.
( A/N: These drabbles are completely separate, not taking place in the same fic. Basically how all of the boys would go around teaching you if you were their significant other! Thanks! )
Title: Instrumental Solo. Pairing(s): Brian May x Reader, Roger Taylor x Reader, John Deacon x Reader. Words: 1,950. ( 3 Separate Drabbles ). Rating: T ( Mild mentions of Sex, language. )
Brian May:
Brian felt like hours had passed by but when he looked at the clock next to the bed, he noticed it had only been… Half of an hour. Not even that. Only… 28 minutes. Rolling his shoulders, he sat down in front of you in a chair that was brought in from the kitchen. A lot of Brian’s appeal compared to other men was his height, the bounce of his hair and his effortless attempt to look as good as possible, doing the most simple thing like trying to teach you how to play a guitar. Your fingers slipped over the frets of the guitar sitting in your lap as you looked up at Brian, a rather irked expression riddling over his features as you mimicked the sound of a guitar rather than actually playing it. Whether the expression was true to what he was feeling or if it were faux, you had no idea, but… He had spent the last half hour trying to teach you the C-Chord, but to little avail so perhaps his patience was running a tad bit thin at this point. “You need to focus, love.” He said to you and positioned his long fingers. “Like this, and then…” He strummed, letting the vibrations sink into the air in a rather pretty way. You had always seen the way that Brian played the guitar as extension of himself. The way he strummed, plucked notes, and let his fingers do the talking was another part of his personality that you adored. It was hard not to look at him with crazed love running in your eyes.
“I’m plenty focused.” You uttered under your breath and glanced down at the guitar strings and then at your hands which were awkwardly pressed to the frets. Brian pressed his lips together, raising his eyebrows and within seconds he was standing, resting his guitar down on the side of the bed and grasped your fingers.
“You’re too tense. You need to relax and trust your fingers to move the way you want them to love. Otherwise, you’re going to overthink it.” He bent down so he was crouching right in front of you. The smile on his face made you melt. He often fluctuated between annoyance and adoration, and that was very apparent today. Readjusting your fingers, his smile grew a small bit around the corners, “Like that, and now… Strum.”
You did as your love suggested, strumming the guitar lightly as if doing it too hard would hurt yourself. Music. You played music. You grinned, bouncing a bit in your spot as you looked down at Brian with pure happiness riding along your cheeks. “I did it!”
“See what a little focus can do?”
You rolled your eyes as he leaned in and pressed a hot kiss to your lips, lingering there for a few seconds longer than needed as a coy smirk hit his mouth. It started rather subtly around the corner of his lips before turning into a full-faced, cocky and rather appealing look. “Can’t we take a little break? My fingers hurt.”
“Oh, my poor baby.” He murmured sarcastically, letting his hand release from yours on the guitar to cup the side of your face. “No breaks until you get the C-Chord absolutely perfect.”
“You’re such a mean, unfair teacher.”
“Hm,” Brian laughed and pressed one more kiss to your cheek before standing up. “That’s what makes me so good.”
“You’re not that good.” You cooed, knowing fully well that your words were nothing more than a fib.
“Oh babes, I’m the best you’re ever going to have.”
“I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing anymore.” You chuckled.
Roger Taylor:
Every move that Roger produced you could feel. It tingled at the base of your spine before shivering downwards to sit very soothingly in your tailbone, his strong arms wrapped around you seeing as you were sitting in his lap while watching him play drums. Every so often you’d feel his breath on the back of his neck, pausing the moments he’d hit the snare of his drums before resuming after intense anticipation. The amount of focus and attention was astounding to even people just glancing and even more mind blowing for you were experiencing from his very spot. They were bigger than you had thought, but then again, you rarely ever spent time around his drums this close up. Shiny and perfectly set up within range for his outstretched arms to tap a beat. “Can I try?” You finally asked, half aware that you had actually said that out loud despite it being an idea inside of your mind. Roger was very peculiar about who touched his drums because he had them set up for himself, no one else; you knew that but still asked your boyfriend. “Can you teach me how to play something?”
“You’d rather bang the drums than me?” The playful pout in his voice was very evident though you didn’t get a clear vision of his expression. You laughed, dipping a hand between your legs so you could grab his thigh and adjust yourself in his lap a small bit to face the drums more vividly. “Here, baby girl.” He said, holding his drum sticks out for you to grasp hold of, pressing his chin onto your shoulder so he could peer down at what you were doing. “Be careful though. We don’t need any broken pieces.”
You smiled cheekily, grabbing the drumsticks in a rather teasing fashion before holding one in each hand. “I would never.”
Roger rolled his eyes teasingly and whispered into your ear, “So, you know the snare?”
“This?” You tapped the sharp instrument strapped to your right.
“Yes, that.” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before murmuring, “Just tap a beat there. One and two and three and four. Slow.” You did as he said, following his words to build a beat. “Perfect, babe. Now go a little faster.” You did. “And with the other hand,” He let his fingers graze against your arm before stretching it out for you and pressing it to tom-tom style drum to the left. He lifted and pushed your arm back down, shadowing the beat of your right hand. “Just like that. Now with your right hand, speed up. One, two, three, four and with your left keep it one and two and three and four.”
“I have no idea how you do this on a daily basis.” You chuckled, trying to do what he was suggesting before dropping a stick. “Oh fuck.”
“Years and years of practice.” He laughed, watching you bend down in his lap to grab the lost drumstick. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he held you tightly so you didn’t go stumbling face first into the bass drum, like he had done a couple time with drunk or high. He would happily admit that this was a position he favored more than he thought he would. “Maybe you’re just not suited for the drums.” Roger suggested in a gentle tone of voice to make it seem less judgy.
“What do you think I would be suited for then? What would I play amazingly?” You groaned, grasping the stick and sitting back up.
You were suddenly pulled flush against Roger who thought it was a good idea to press a kiss to the side of your neck. Lifting his hands up, he grasped the sticks out of your hands before you dropped them once again. “Me.”
“Wh…What?”
“You play me pretty well, making me feel like a little schoolboy with the biggest crush on the prettiest girl in the schoolyard.” This was said against your skin, his hands tightening his grip around your waist to press you harder against him.
“I’m an expert when it comes down to you, babe.”
“That you are.”
John Deacon:
You were lounging on the couch, watching as Freddie and John talked to each other about a song that John had just written, Brian and Roger in the conversation as well but rather than speaking, they were just listening. ‘Another One Bites The Dust’ you figured was the name for that was the repetitive chorus. Catchy. It was sharp with a very intense and captivating bass line that John had been lulling about in his mind over and over again until he figured it out. Picking up his bass, he looked at Freddie and played the line again as Freddie just rolled his eyes. They were bickering and you could tell from the look on John’s face that Freddie wasn’t listening to what he had to say. “How about we take a break?” Brian suggested, setting his guitar down on its stand. Roger was quick to agree, murmuring something about having to use the bathroom before shuffling out of the room with Brian. Freddie sighed, giving you a rather forced smile before walking away. “He drives me absolutely crazy sometimes.” John murmured more to himself and sat down on the couch next to you, sighing deeply and pulling his bass into his lap. He plucked a few notes as you snuggled in next to him.
“That’s pretty cool, Deaks.”
“I’m glad you think so because no one else has faith in it.” John lifted a hand and brushed his hand aimlessly through his hair, messing it up a small bit. You felt yourself swoon ever so slightly. “They think it’s too much like disco.”
“They?”
“Well, mainly Roger and Brian. Freddie… I think is on my side. You know how he is.” Waving his hand rather dismissively, he rested his hands back onto his bass. An instinctual thing for John at this point. You tilted your head to the side. Initially, you thought that John and Freddie were fighting about the song but perhaps they were teaming up against Brian and Roger who thought it was too ‘disco’. You looked at your love’s hands as he played the bass line once more just for you.
“Bum bum bum…” You hummed to the beat of the song, “duh-nanananana.” That was such a perfect melody and it always surprised you that John had just beautiful music inside his mind. “Can you show me how to play that?”
John raised his eyebrows and laughed, “You want to learn how to play it?” You nodded to which your boyfriend hummed in contemplation. “Well, I suppose if Brian and Roger see you playing it, they’ll think it’s cool.”
“Perfect.” You slid the bass from his lap into yours and earned yourself a rather typical face from your love. He squinted at you before it turned into a smile. “Now, honey. Show me how to play so I can impress my friends.”
“Alright, alright.” He laughed, the smile creasing onto his cheeks perfectly. You found yourself fixated on that momentarily before he shifted, turning on the couch with one foot tucked under so he was sitting on it. “It’s very simple. And you just repeat it.” He showed you the notes to pluck, the melody slowly coming out of your fingertips. “That’s good.” John grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking down and taking his hand away from yours, allowing you to do it on your own. “Now, again!” You did it again, tilting your head to the side.
“It kind of reminds me of…” You glanced at the bass and played it once more, “It makes me want to pounce on you.”
“In a good way or a bad way?”
Your smile turned into a wide smirk as you leaned towards John, “A dirty way.”
“Ah, you cheeky girl.” He wiggled his eyebrows, placing a small but very passionate kiss onto your lips.
Kind of experimenting with this drabble thing a bit! Thanks for reading! Have a good one. Reblogs and likes are ALWAYS appreciated!
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