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The blue family 💙🐇🐢🦋

Thank you for choosing me to make you sad and ... ummmm ... horny, but mostly sad with my stories 😇

Sorry for late updates. I'm 31, lazy, tired, sick, always hungry and a 9-5 sleepy corporate whore. So, please, bear with me till I quit my job and my antidepressant drugs kick in 💅🏼

I can not stress enough how in love I am with this guy....he just is so perfect look at his face he would do anything for you

Dare you - 70′s Brian May

A/N: This sounds great, what are you talking about? Let’s have it! 

Edit: I had to post this like 5 times because Tumblr was being dumb - again. 

It had been a long day for you. After waking up late and barely making it to class you had rushed off to work at a local shop where you were given the precious task of folding clothes and rearranging the racks. By the time your shift was over the store looked flawless again and you sighed knowing two things: by Monday the store would be a complete mess again, and you had to get back home and get ready for your friends’ gig.

While Freddie had taken a few classes with you, you became close and once he got into a band and called it “queen”, you had to become their number one fan - regardless of what Mary had to say about that.

Your friendship with the group was great, honest and evident; and although you were still too blind or maybe too cocky to admit it, the tall guitarist was the number one reason why you were so eager to get home and dress up. And it was just what you did. Wearing a pair of black bell bottoms and a bright pink blouse with a deep cleavage that reached far down to the exact point where it met with your bright silver belt. You tossed your hair over your shoulders once you slipped the large fluffy coat on, curled and messy as it was you stepped on your platforms and put some gloss on your lips before grabbing your bag and stepping out of the house.

Taking a short trip on the bus and walking the rest of the way you arrived at the bar where the band was playing that night. You could see the line to get in from a block away and you thanked the heavens that you were going in through the back as the band had done as well.

Taking a turn behind an ally you saw the faint light of cast over the ground as a door was left open, the band’s ban was parked out there. Near the door, you spotted the figure of a man smoking, not too tall, small and lean.

“Hey, Rog.” You offered him a smile, your face illuminated by the light coming from inside.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said in his usual raspy voice. “Looking fancy, are you trying to impress me?”

“Only if it’s working,” you joke, sticking your hip to the side as you pulled your coat closed with your hands still inside the pockets.

Stepping forward he offered you a drag, a playful smile took over his features as usual. You and Roger have a close relationship but the drummer was sure that Brian had his eye on you, so he never did more than flirt with you - as he would do with any girl crossing his path.

Declining you took one of your hands out of the pockets of your coat and pointed at the door.

“Brian’s probably getting his eye poked by Fred, you know how it is…” Roger shrugged and put the fag back between his lips.

With a chuckle, you nodded and walked inside knowing that the blond drummer would come to meet you inside after he was done smoking.

Inside, you found the boys sitting backstage as still as they could. Which was not much. You giggled as you looked at Deaky playing on his bass half absentmindedly. He had a look of pure concentration on his face, although the boys were rarely calm before a gig.

On the other side of the room, Brian talked to Freddie about his favourite subject at the moment: space dust.

“Yes, Fred! And what a wonderful question, it contains complex organic compounds…”

You could tell that Freddie was listening, at the same time as he did so he asked the guitarist questions about it. Whether it was to learn more or to distract him from the black liner pencil he was perilously dragging along the bottom of his eye, was a mystery.

You sat next to Fred and watched him go when he was done with Brian’s makeup and the tall poodle-man blinked, at last, the two of them turned their heads to you.

“Oh, hello.” Brian remained as cordial as always.

“You are late, darling, very late!” Freddie accused you, regardless he kissed your cheek as his most normal form of saying hello. “I’m so glad you are here, now help Brian with his nails, he is always so messy…”

Brian seemed to blush but you smiled at him and took your coat off, leaving it on the side of the sofa.

“Catching a cold tonight, Y/N?” Deaky wondered with a humorous grin when he came to say hello, handing you Fred’s white nail polish so you did Brian’s nails.

Gasping at his comment, you failed to answer, thankfully, Roger walked through the door in time to save the situation.

“I’d say a man is more likely, Deaky…” He winked at the bassist.

After getting Brian’s nails done and listening to his lesson on Cosmic Dust you were left with nothing else to do but to go out to the bar and get a drink while they put their stuff together and prepared to go on.

“Rock ‘em, rock ‘em!” You sang to the four men.

Patting Roger’s head and sharing a short smile with Brian as he sat with his guitar, his hair bouncing around his face while he made sure it was perfectly tuned, his lips parted and a slight pout on them when he looked up and smiled back at you on your way out.

The bar was packed, people squashed together near the stage to have a good view of the band playing tonight. Queen had rapidly gotten recognition and it made you happy to be with them from the beginning, pride overflowing from you any time they played a show like this.

With a drink in your hand, you watched the boys go on stage and play. Every one of them had fun, enjoying the show as much as their audience. Freddie was such an interesting character when he performed that you knew there was something happening with you when you noticed your gaze diverting from him more and more, instead your eyes would find Brian and you would be lost in the sounds of his peculiar instrument. The Red Special, he called it.

You lost track of time, lost in the guitar and the look on Brian’s face as he focused on his fingers grazing the strings of his beloved guitar. You somehow pushed your way through the crowd and landed a precious spot near the side of the stage where you had a perfect view of both lead singer and guitarist. Your eyes met Brian’s a few times throughout the show, you sang along the entire time although your thoughts were pulled on his direction.

Maybe Brian had little time to think of anything other than the band and his precious studies. He was, and you knew it, dedicated to science. Sometimes you wondered if maybe that was one of the things that made him so attractive to you…after all, you could not count the times you had let him rest his head on your lap while he read something from one of his thick math books for homework. Or how many times you had bought - and read  - a scientific magazine only because an article reminded you of Brian. When you came back to reality the show had ended and the boys were waving at the crowd before stepping off the stage.

As the boys came out to the bar you spotted a table reserved for them and walked up to the band.

“Well, somehow you’ve outdone yourselves,” you say, all of them looking shiny with sweat. “again.”

Roger wrapped his arm around your shoulders and nodded as he called the bartender and ordered drinks for everyone.

“This way…” Roger handed you one of the beers and held his in his hand as he led you to their reserved table.

Everyone had a drink in their hand when you sat down. Seeing as it was a booth, you sat in between Roger and Brian, across from Freddie and Deaky.

“So, Y/N,” Freddie had a quick look around before continuing with his eyes fixed on you. “did you catch that man?”

You let out a giggle and a large smile. If you had even caught someone’s attention you would not know! You had been too distracted by Brian to even try to pay attention to the people around you.

“The night is young, Fred. Why? Have you got any ideas?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

Freddie shared a look with Roger, this did not go unnoticed by you, nor by Brian. The guys had been trying to get him to admit he had a crush on you for weeks now. It simply seemed as if they were ready to put him on the spot that night and he was fearful of it.

The truth was that Brian not just liked you, he was head over heels for you. You were so much of what he did not dare to be, your parents were so free with you, letting do with your life as you pleased. You studied design and you were great at it, but you always had time to learn from your friends, which charmed Brian. You were never too busy to listen to him going over his next presentation about something you definitely had no previous knowledge of. Brian would also often find you helping Deaky with the amps, learning your way around tools from the bassist. Roger was, of course, your favourite source of entertainment; one could regularly find you having a heated debate about politics with him, and somehow it did not matter how bad it was because once it was done you could go back to joking in seconds. Brian just loved how carefree you could be. How easy life seemed to be with you… and you were so gorgeous too. He was always wondering why Roger had not made a move on you. And he knew his friend had not tried anything with you because Roger would have told him, you were not one to let go so easily.

At that moment, Roger emptied his beer and sat the bottle down on the table.

“I’m feeling like playing something, Fred.” He tilted the bottle in his hand.

You thought they were joking, but by the looks of things, the boys were in the mood for a game of truth or dare. With Deaky taking the first bullet you watched Brian struggle to come up with a question to make after the bassist chose truth.

“Were you the one who spilled whiskey on my jacket the other night?”

Everyone at the table rolled their eyes.

Once it was your turn to take the fall, you stared straight at Fred. Of course, he smiled a bright grin at you, letting go of his self-conscious ways in the comfortable company of his friends.

“Truth or dare, dear?” Fred leaned forward on the table and held your gaze as you answered out of instinct.

“Dare,” you said almost too aggressively.

“Give Rog a lap dance.” Freddie let out, making you do a double take.

“What?” You looked back at Roger, he leant back on the seat and smiled down at you, “do you want a lap dance?”

He shrugged in response, tilting his head with a cocked brow.

“That’s ridiculous!”

Brian intervened, but at the moment you gave a quick look around the bar and saw that there were little people paying attention at what you were doing so you pushed past Roger and pulled a chair from another table and waited for Roger to sit down. Unbeknownst to you, Roger gave Brian a wink that made the guitarist’s blood burn with envy or was it…jealousy?

You gave Roger the lap dance, trying to not make a big deal out of it as you moved your hips along to an imaginary song. You watched the boys on the table, all of them leaning forward but for some reason, it looked like they were holding back laughter as their gazes betrayed them and they took glances at Brian who watched for Roger’s hands, just scowling at his inability to do anything to pull you away from his friend. Brian thought for a second that Roger was finally tired of waiting for him to make a move and was now taking his chance, but he was too smart to be fooled: his bandmates were pushing him to the edge and he had to chill or it would work.

You turned and pushed Roger’s legs apart as you danced for him, looking down at his face as he stared with a foolish grin on his face. He was not meant to enjoy it but hey...he did! He also wondered how could it be possible that Brian held back from making a move on you, you were hot, a real beauty. Why Brian was being such an idiot was beyond the drummer.

You suddenly stepped back from your friend and went to sit back next to Brian.

“Done. Spin it, lover boy.” You looked back at Roger on the chair.

He cleared his throat and pulled the chair to the table as he sat on the edge of the table, spinning the bottle. It landed with Deaky ministering the question or dare as necessary, and Brian choosing what it would be. Being in no mood to jump around or make a fool of himself at the bar, he figured the safest option was to go for truth.

“So, Brian... that song we played tonight, White Queen, the new one...who did you write it for?”

You leant back on the seat you shared with him and your eyes widened with expectation as you recalled a beautiful song with a long long heartfelt solo, you replayed Brian’s pouty lips in your mind and your gaze fell on them at that moment when the man in question looked trapped like a fly on a spiderweb.

“I...” Brian looked back at you and you noticed his cheeks and ears turn a bright pink colour. “It was for Y/N...”

You straightened up and put your hands on the table, a little blush creeping on your face.

“Really?” You half-smiled as Brian nodded, his curls bounced up and down after he stopped. “Oh, you’ll have to let me hear it again sometime this week.”

“You liked it?” Brian wondered, zoning his friends out.

Brian’s eyes scanned your gleeful expression as you nodded with your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Your playing is hypnotizing Bri, I am a bit flattered...although, wasn’t that a sad song?”

“Your turn to spin it!” Fred interrupted your little side conversation with Brian.

Brian had to pick between truth or dare, and why not, he chose truth once more. Unfortunately, Deaky did not ask him the same kind of easy question as he had asked him. No... Deaky went straight for blood.

“The other day I swear I heard you in the bathroom...but you kept talking to Y/N, what were you doing in there?” Deaky was obviously playing stupid.

Uncomfortable as if was for Brian, he did turn bright pink, he looked away and decided to ask for a dare instead.

“Oh, just answer the question!” Fred urged him.

After calling out his friends by saying they knew what he was doing, he was forced by Roger and Fred to say it. You were a little surprised to hear it, but not really stunned by this revelation - you could not tell the number of times you had pretended your fingers were Brian’s, although you hoped you would not be asked anything that would put you in the spot like that.

 For the next round, the boys chose dare and you watched Roger attempt an Irish dance, John drink a pint upsidedown, and Freddie try to walk around the bar in your shoes. Somehow Brian found himself saying dare too, and this time the boys were not that playful, forcing Brian to decide whether he wanted to kiss you or the bartender.

“He’s all the way across the bar, Brian...I think it’s an easy pick.” Roger commented, pointing at you with his thumb.

Saying nothing you waited for Brian to simply lean down and give you a peck on the lips, yet Brian sighed heavily and pushed his hair back. He was not the type of person to do these stupid dares so you were not surprised that he chose not to go up to the bartender. What surprised you was that he put his arm over the back of the seat you shared and leant down, tilting his head he brushed his lips against yours.

Your heartbeat quickened as you kissed him back, automatically you reached up to cup his face, softly holding him as your lips refused to let go of each other. Brian’s nose rubbed yours and you felt the corners of your lips move up unwillingly as your lips followed his, sliding your hands down his neck you felt his heartbeat match yours under your fingertips.

“Finally...” You heard somewhere next to you

Brian pulled away, his eyes opening now. When you opened yours you saw him staring and you ignored your friends when you ran your thumb across his cheek. 

“I think these idiots know something that we don’t,” you whispered.

Brian blinked in confusion, chuckling you pecked his lips again.

“That I like you, Bri...” you admitted.

“Briaaaaaan...” Roger complained, “say it, would you?”

Brian’s concerned and annoyed gaze fell on his friend for a second, your giggles brought his attention back to you.

“I like you too.”

The First Order Panther - Milli, the bad girl  (Hux, Mitaka and Milli)

Commission to @doittojulia  UAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHAH (sorry my react, I loved it xD)