#queen reader insert

The laughs of conversation of your band mates made you smile as you focus on their conversation, “What are you going on about, Roger?” Your accented voice fills their ears, you reach over to slap Rog’s arm.

“Just makin’ fun of how you’re zoning out, love.” He playfully tells you, that’s obviously not what they were talking about, right? You just roll your eyes at his comment. Although, the peaceful sound of Brian strumming on his guitar makes you feel less anxious.

A knock that sounds on the door of the trailer makes everybody shut their mouths. Jim gets up from his seat to answer it and before he could speak, Brian peeks his head around the corner of the doorway. “Hello, Mary.” He says with a grin.

“Hello Brian. We’ve just come to wish you good luck.” Her soft voice speaks which makes Freddie perk up and waltz over to her to give her a kiss on the cheek. Fred introduces Jim to Mary and David.

You can’t keep your hands still as your fingers absentmindedly ‘play’ the piano keys on your knees, almost like you’re practicing. Roger, being the closest one to you, notices and puts his hand on top of your fidgeting ones. “Calm down, we’ve done concerts before, right?” You just smile and agree. It didn’t really help much though.

Fred and you will be playing as a duo on the piano together for the opening song, Bohemian Rhapsody. It’s what you both always do. You notice Freddie usher Jim to go with Mary and David, leaving the band to themselves.

“What do we think of David?” Fred asks in thought as he leans back in his chair, you and Rog look at each other.

“Nice chap,” Brian says with a small smile as he nods, his curls bobbing along with it. “I think he’s gay,” Freddie says with a smirk. Roger chuckles in response. Everyone chats among themaldives, you join in on some conversations too.

“We’ll be on in about one minute.” The announcer tells the crowd, you can hear them all applaud out there.

Freddie looks over the band, “There’s no need to be nervous, loves. How many times have we done this? I cannot count on my fingers and toes.” He gives the band his famous grin.

He sends a reassuring nod your way when the door is knocked on once again; You just smile at him. Rog gets up as Fred leaves the trailer, taking his leather jacket off to hang to the crew member outside.

When you get up, you check yourself in the standalone mirror next to your seat. You’re wearing a fitted white v-notch neck tee that’s paired with high waisted denim cuffed jeans, layered gold necklaces, and white hightop chucks. “You look great, don’t worry.” Brian chuckles as he walks out after Rog and Deacy.

The crew members walking backstage all focus on the band, starstruck by the five of you. It felt nice to be back in this element. You watch as Fred jumps excitedly, pumping his fists back and forth in the air. John puts an arm around your shoulders as you all walk up the ramp, his own smile is big too. Everyone is so ecstatic.

“You ready, birthday girl?” He asks as you all near the white curtain, a man pulls it back for Queen to walk on the stage; Freddie being the first one out, not wasting any time.

The four of you lose your breath for a moment as you look over all the people, “Ready as I’ll ever be.” John pulls his arm off of you as he walks out to his bass guitar on stage, his hand coming up to wave. You take a deep breath and take a step onto the stage, the crowd screams as Queen begins to set up.

You wave with a big smile on your face, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you look over the crowd and blow kisses to the— Your signature move.

Freddie begins to play some keys on the piano, the crowd dying down slightly as they listen. You slide next to him on the piano bench as he starts to play the main notes to the song. Your hands instinctively play the right notes. You press the keys, creating a beautiful melody as he starts to sing. The stadium roars, you can’t help but get emotional.

Your vocals join in with Freddie’s as you sing, “Mama... Oooo ooo oo,” into the mic with him. His free arm slings around your shoulders as you both double task to play the piano and sing. You smile and lean into him for the last part, “Cause nothing really matters...” You move your mouth towards the mic to sing, catching Freddie’s eyes. You can tell he is so happy.

-

After Bohemian Rhapsody, you move over to the keyboard to play it as Freddie sings and prances among the edge of the stage. Your body bounces with the beat as your fingers press on the keyboard to create sound.

You sing into your provided mic, “All we hear is, radio gaga! Radio goo goo! Radio gaga! All we hear is, radio gaga! Radio goo goo! Radio blah blah!” You sing into the mic as you watch the audience clap.

“Radio what’s new? Radio, someone still loves you...” Freddie sings as he walks up to the drums then back down in front of them. “Loooooves....!” He sticks his tongue out at the camera before continuing, “Yoooooou!” Freddie gets down on the stage floor, extending the mic stick next to his leg.

Your hands pull away from the keyboard when the rest of the instruments cut off, rocking on your heels excitedly your hands pump in the air. Your eyes look over the band, your family. You’ve all come so far from the little pubs in London.

Rog catches your eye as he nods his head towards Freddie. You watch as he walks to the edge of the stage. “Ayo!” His magnificent voice sings. The audience instantly mimicked him making goosebumps stand on your skin.

You looked over at Deacy with a proud smile, he has the same look on his face. Freddie continues having the audience echo him. It is surreal how the audience reacts to him, how he controls what they say. “Alright!” He finishes with a smile, reaching the mic over the stage towards the audience.

“Hey hey hey hey hey! Hammer to fall!” On that cue, Brian and John start to play the guitar part as Roger hits his drums. Your hands go to your keyboard to play again.

-

“Loveys! Before we leave, I have a special request for you all today...” He trails off as he glances back at you, his chest heaving from extertion. The crowd cheers in response. “Before we leave, I have to announce that one of our band members is celebrating a very, very special day. Not only is it Live Aid day but its... her birthday.” He emphasizes the words as he points at you. Your cheeks instantly redden, shaking your head as you grin from ear to ear.

Freddie walks over to the grand piano, his hand expertly plays the tune to the ‘happy birthday’ song without looking. You walk in front of the keyboard as the rest of your band members come to stand next to you. Rog puts his arm around your shoulders with Bri next to you and Deacy next to Bri.

“Sing it!!” He screams enthusiastically into the mic. The audience and the boys sing along with him, “Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday, Miss Y/N Y/L/N...” His dark brown eyes trail to you, your own eyes obviously glistening with happy tears. “Happy birthday to you!” He presses some keys to finish the song before he comes running over to you.

He practically tackles you in a hug and almost lifts you up from the ground. Then the boys join in, you’re surrounded by them all; although it was definitely a very sweaty group hug. “I love you, boys!!!” You say so they could only hear.

“We love you too!” They said in unison before pulling away. You all walk confidently to the front of the stage to bow. Roger’s arm still around you as you both bow in unison. You raise your hand to blow a kiss to the crowd and wave. Roger walks with you off stage, his arm falling from your shoulder to go celebrate with the boys.

Your eyes search around for Freddie, seeing him talking to Bowie near the picnic tables. Your eyes light up as you jog over to them, not wanting to interrupt their conversation but you did anyway.

As you gain speed, you pounce onto Fred’s back and wrap your legs around his waist. A big smooch landing onto his cheek, “You did amazing, darling.” A nickname you’ve grown accustomed to. “As did you, lovely.”

Freddie smiles at your response. “You’ve met before right?” Fred says sarcastically.

“God, Fred... You’re putting me under pressure with that question!” You let out a faux groan. Your smile widened when you saw the pun click in their heads.

Brian comes up behind you three, “Wow, Fred. I don’t get that kind of treatment.” He motions towards you with his hand. “I’m just special.” You stick your nose up in the air with a smug grin.

“Oh okay. Mhm.” Brian has a mischievous smile on his face. Before you could question him, his hands clutch your waist to pull you off of Freddie. Of course, you didn’t want to drag Mr. Mercury down with you so you let go of him.

“Ya twit!” You yelp, pushing him away. You grab the scrunchy off of your wrist to tie your hair on top of your head in a side pony. “You’re gonna get it, May.” You started to run after him like playing a game of tag.

“Even in their early thirties, they still act like damn children.” Freddie scoffs, crossing his arms as he proudly watches you tackle Brian successfully.

It was a beautiful, calm Saturday morning. Freddie walked onto the porch to grab the newspaper when he heard the rumbling of music coming from a house near his. Intrigued, he followed the sound to the house next door, recognizing it as his friend (Y/N)’s house. They’d only hung out on a few occurrences, Freddie was hardly ever in England and (Y/N) usually worked the night shift. Despite this, they’d become pretty great friends. She was around his age and was a bartender at a bar near their houses. She had a sense of humor and loved Freddie’s cats, often taking care of them when he was away recording or touring. Freddie loved how (Y/N) didn’t treat him any differently in accordance with his international fame. It was refreshing to have a normal friend, one with who he could share a sense of normalcy with when he was home in England. 

He walked up the few steps to her porch and rang the doorbell briefly before realizing there was no way she’d be able to hear him over the music that was playing. He began to ring the doorbell irregularly in an attempt to gain her attention. After about thirty seconds, he heard the music stop and there was a shuffling on the other side of the door. He was met with a wild mop of hair with a guitar strung on its back. 

“I’m sorry, Freddie! Was I playing too loud?” (Y/N) asked. Freddie was too shocked at first to answer. “Fred?” She prompted.

“I didn’t even recognize you!” he exclaimed. “You’ve been hiding this beautiful hair this whole time?” (Y/N) laughed. 

“I straighten it or brush it after the shower a lot of the time, but on the weekends I just let it flow,” she responded, shifting her shoulders and making the guitar on her back jiggle. Everything clicked for Freddie.

“Oh, this is just too perfect,” he thought out loud. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “Don’t worry about it, darling. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to come to meet the band at my house tonight, seven o’ clock?” 

“Oh, uhm-” (Y/N) began.

“Lovely!” Freddie clapped his hands together and made his way down the stairs of his friend’s porch. “Oh, and dear, please don’t straighten your hair tonight.”

After plating some wonderful take out and arranging the meal on his dining room table, the doorbell rang. He waltzed to the door, opening it and seeing the band standing on his front porch. 

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he moved aside, gesturing to the dining room. 

“Hey, Fred!” John said, giving Freddie a smile.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” Roger rolled his eyes and walked past them to get to the dining room. 

“Don’t be dramatic, dear, it’s only been a week,” Freddie answered, giving Brian a pat on the back and closing the front door. 

“Feels like forever!” Roger called back. 

Once everyone was seated and ready to eat, Freddie tapped his glass at the front of the table. “I have an announcement!” he began. 

“Fred, there’s only four of us here,” Brian said, laying his napkin out on his lap. John shot Brian a look that said ‘let’s just get it over with’. 

“Precisely,” he said with a mischievous look in his eyes. “I’ve invited a guest, my next door neighbor, (Y/N).” Roger rolled his eyes yet again.

“Freddie, the last thing we want is a random fan-” Freddie held his hands up.

“Ah ah ah, she’s one of my closest friends!” Freddie said as the doorbell rang. He stood up with a smile. “I just figured I’d have my favorite people meet. Who knows, maybe you’ll be great friends as well!” He made his way to the front door, leaving the remainder of the band.

“What is he planning?” Roger asked the group.

“I’ve no idea, but I’m sure he’s up to something,” John answered with a knowing look and a nod. Brian wasn’t listening. His mind blanked as soon as Freddie’s mystery guest walked into the dining room. She was laughing at a joke Freddie had told. Her laugh tinkled through the air before she’d walked into the room, mystifying Brian before he’d even seen her face. She wore a light blue dress that flowed behind her, giving her an ethereal aura that left Brian feeling breathless. (Y/E/C) eyes sparkled behind long eyelashes. Then there was her hair. Oh Lord, Brian had never seen anything more glorious. She had tight curls that traveled down her back, pinned behind her ears with sparkling blue pins. Whereas he had bangs that covered his face a bit, she had none. It was just very long and parted to the side, giving a full view of her beautiful face. Brian immediately choked on absolutely nothing, stopping any conversation that was going on. He reached for his water, taking full gulps. 

“Are you alright, mate?” John asked, voice full of worry. Roger and especially Freddie, however, knew what was going on. Freddie could have laughed out of pure joy for how well his plan was working. Roger just shook his head. 

“Yeah,” Brian coughed out, looking down at his hands in his lap in embarrassment. Freddie pulled out the chair closest to him, which happened to be the chair next to Brian, for (Y/N). 

“Alright everyone, this is (Y/N),” Freddie motioned to (Y/N). She smiled and gave a little wave. “This is John, Roger, and Brian.” He pointed at each of them as he introduced them. 

“Hello (Y/N),” Roger smiled in her general direction before giving Freddie a dissatisfied look. “Can we eat now?” 

The food, drinks, and conversation flowed steadily over the next hour. (Y/N) talked about her job, asked the boys questions, and cracked a few jokes. The boys were their usual selves, bickering about little things and laughing until they couldn’t breathe. (Y/N) fit right in. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had this much fun and laughed this much, besides the last time she and Freddie had hung out before he’d left for his last tour. After the initial embarrassment and shock of falling in love at first sight had worn off, Brian participated in the fun as well. However, he still felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter around every time (Y/N) would laugh or smile. This did not go unnoticed by Freddie, who was elated at how incredibly well everything was going. 

“Do you like music, (Y/N)?” Roger asked with a mouthful of food. Brian rolled his eyes at Roger’s lack of manners before turning to (Y/N), intrigued to hear her answer. 

“I love music!” she answered before taking a drink of her wine. She was on her second glass, and it showed in her flushed face. Brian thought she looked absolutely adorable with blushed cheeks. 

“Ever heard of Queen?” John joked. He was met with general laughter. Everyone was on at least their second glass at this point. The drapes were probably funny to them, honestly.

“They’re alright,” (Y/N) teased back. “You know, Brian, I literally love your guitar.” Brian was almost startled to hear his name from her lips. 

“Thank you,” he said. “Made it myself.” More laughs were heard. 

“You know, I play the guitar as well,” she giggled. Brian’s blood pressure immediately went up. She was decidedly the hottest person he’d ever met. 

“Really?” he asked. This was almost too good to be true. 

“I’ll have to show you sometime,” she said sweetly. His heart almost beat out of his chest. She turned back to whatever Roger and John were bickering about, leaving Brian to try to calm down. He never thought any girl would make him feel like such a fool. He never thought he’d have such a schoolyard crush in his life. 

After Roger, John and Freddie had gone through another bottle of champagne, the conversation had calmed down. Roger was almost falling asleep, but (Y/N) had ever felt more awake. The alcohol had worn off a while ago, and Brian hadn’t drunk anything all night. They were engaged in a conversation about their favorite guitarists, and (Y/N) was describing her favorite guitar to him. 

“Can you two take your boring guitar conversation somewhere else?” John slurred exasperatedly. 

“Do you want to come over for a bit?” (Y/N) asked a bit nervously. She thought Brian was incredible. They had so much in common. It helped that he was the most angelic creature she’d ever laid her eyes on. His features were so sharp and perfectly carved, it looked as if he’d been sculpted by Michaelangelo himself. She’d caught herself staring more than once that night. She’d look away with a burning face each time. Freddie happened to notice every time and felt elated. There was nothing he loved more than seeing people he loved happy. Except maybe his cats. 

“Roger and John, the spare rooms are ready, you’ve drunk far too much tonight to drive home,” Freddie stood and stretched, beckoning Roger and John to follow him. Roger and John were so tired that Freddie’s spare bedrooms sounded like the best thing in the world right now. “Oh, and have fun you two,” Freddie added with a wink from around the corner. Brian and (Y/N) blushed. 

“I live just right next door, it’s not much of a walk,” (Y/N) assured Brian as they stepped off of Freddie’s porch and into the midnight air. The breeze added quite the chill. Brian immediately shrugged off his coat and laid it around her shoulders.

“Here,” he offered. She just smiled up at him, feeling happiness well up inside her. Brian admired the way her eyes twinkled in the moonlight. 

Once they were inside, (Y/N) frowned.

“Something wrong, love?” Brian asked. While the butterflies in her stomach fluttered at the name, there was something wrong. It was incredibly cold in her house.

“I thought they’d fixed the freaking heat!” she threw her hands in the air. “I’m sorry it’s so cold.” Brian laughed. 

“It’s alright, I don’t mind that much,” he assured her. She gave a half-hearted smile and turned on the hallway light that led to her living room. A few guitars were hanging on the wall, and she motioned to the one in the middle. 

“That’s the one I was telling you about,” she said proudly. Brian ran his hands along the fretboard, admiring the rich color and the pearl inlays. “You can plug it in if you’d like. It has a really soft sound like I said, but it can have a bite, too.” Brian gently took it off the wall and slung the strap over his shoulder. (Y/N) reached down and handed him the cord to plug it in. She crossed the room to turn the amp on, making sure to turn off the pedal she was using earlier in order to get the soft, pure sound she’d been telling Brian about. She turned the volume down a bit before taking a seat on the couch, slinging a blanket over herself in an attempt to combat the chill that was setting in throughout the house now that the sun had been gone for a few hours. Brian took a seat on a chair that sat facing the couch and strummed the guitar lightly before looking up at (Y/N) with a smile. She felt her heart flutter.

“It does have a beautiful sound,” he affirmed. He began to play his song ‘Sail Away Sweet Sister’, one of (Y/N)’s favorites. He sang it softly as he strummed, and (Y/N) decided she had never heard anything sweeter in her life. His voice blended with the guitar perfectly and (Y/N) could feel her heart swell. She was mesmerized by the way his fingers glided effortlessly over the frets, while simultaneously realizing how large his hands were. Her eyes were glued to his face, mystified by the way the moonlight fell over his features, somehow deepening them and making them seem even more sculpted. Before she knew it, the song was over and he was staring back at her. She honestly was at a loss for words. “Thank you for letting me play it,” Brian said as he raised the strap over his head, reaching over to turn the amp off and unplugging the guitar. He strode across the room to gently lay it back up on the wall on its hook. 

“Thank you for playing for me, that was lovely,” she responded. He hummed in response and she stood, letting the blanket fall back on the couch with a yawn. “You’re welcome to stay here, although I don’t have a spare bedroom. I can sleep on the couch.”

“No, that’s alright, I don’t mind sharing as long as you don’t and as long as it’s not a twin bed,” he laughed. She grinned sheepishly.

“I don’t mind,” she said, glad for the semi-darkness that blanketed the room to hide the rosy glow on her face. She set the blanket on the back of the couch and led Brian up to her room. Although she didn’t have a twin bed, it was only a queen. Not that either of them minded being that close. “Excuse me.” (Y/N) closed the door of her bathroom and stepped out of her dress, dressing in her pajama pants and old Led Zepplin T-shirt. “I have a large T-shirt if yo-” she trailed off as she opened the door, her eyes met with Brian’s shirtless figure. 

“Oh, that’d be lovely thank you,” he smiled. She once again thanked the darkness for hiding her blush and crossed her room to open her dresser and fetch a large T-shirt. She threw it across the room to Brian and slipped into her bed, shivering at the coldness and hugging herself. She felt the bed dip as Brian got into bed next to her. “Goodnight, (Y/N),” Brian said as he settled next to her. She opened her mouth to answer, but her teeth clacked together instead. Her hands flew up to her mouth in embarrassment. 

“Oh my god!” she and Brian laughed. He propped himself up on one elbow and peered down at her. 

“Are you alright there?” he asked. She nodded, clearly shivering. In a streak of confidence. He pulled her into his chest. “Here, this will be better.” He was undoubtedly warm, and she thanked him. 

Your job at a boutique allowed you dress the way you wanted without going broke. You took home all of the clothes that were ripped and fixed them yourself, sometimes even making your own designs out of the scraps. You also got a hefty discount on the items in the store, which you often took advantage of. It’s safe to say that fashion was your hobby. Being a college student with not a lot of free time, you were grateful that your job encouraged your passion. Usually, college students will dress for comfort, so you always stuck out like a sore thumb. You didn’t mind it though, you basked in the attention and felt a sort of pride each time you turned a head. As far as you were concerned, you were the most fashionable person and most forward trendsetter in the university. That was until you met Brian May.

While finishing up a paper in the cafe, a tall curly haired young man walked into the shop, letting the door shut behind him with the tinkle of the bell. The bell caught your attention and when you looked up, you found he was already staring at you. While you were used to it, there was something different about the was he looked at you. Then you noticed what he was wearing. An embroidered scarf hung around his neck, tucked under the collar of a rather expensive looking brown suede jacket. You pursed your lips in a smirk, realizing you’d met your fashion match at your university. You turned your head back to your paper, working for a few uninterrupted minutes before someone slid a chair up to your table. 

“I don’t believe we’ve met, I would’ve remembered you,” the young man stuck his hand out after setting his coffee beside yours on the small table. However flirty his statement had sounded, there was a certain challenge about him. He wasn’t talking about remembering your face, clearly he was talking about your clothes. You couldn’t blame him, your clothing choices were anything but forgettable.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you took his hand. “I’m an English major here.” He nodded.

“Astrophysics,” he responded, blowing on his coffee. “I couldn’t help but admire your jacket, I’ve never seen anything like it before.” He was talking about your jean jacket that you had sewn a few orange suede strips on. I was one of your favorites. 

“Thanks, I made it myself,” a corner of your mouth lifted up. “You never told me your name, Mr. Astrophysics.”

“Brian May at your service,” he grinned. The rest of the afternoon was spent talking about style, current events, and everything in between. Conversation was so easy with Brian and you found yourselves being kicked out of the cafe promptly at 6pm, which is when it closed. 

“You know, my band is playing at the pub downtown tonight and I’d love it if you’d come watch,” Brian asked you as he walked you to your dorm. “We’re not half bad, we got a new singer and bassist a few weeks ago. I think you’d really like our new singer, Fred.” 

“I’d love to!” you told him with a smile. “Well, this is my dorm, what time is the show?” 

“It’s at 9, I’ll see you there,” he left you with a kiss on your cheek before you disappeared into your dorm. 

“Three hours? That’s hardly enough time to get ready!” you said to yourself before booking it to your room. After at least an hour of deliberation, your closet lay in a heap on your bed. Since Brian liked your jacket so much, you decided to pair it with a high waisted jean skirt (Canadian tuxedos are all the rage right now, come on), a black turtleneck, and over the knee black socks. You had a pair of orange suede go go boots that matched the strips on your jacket perfectly. You tied a piece of the orange fabric that you had left over in your hair before moving to do your makeup.

You stepped out of your dorm promptly at 8:30 and made your way to the pub. While it wasn’t a very long walk, your feet killed you when you pushed the door open. Hey, beauty is pain, right?

“(Y/N)!” Brian shouted your name across the noisey bar, waving you over to a table on the wall that included what must be his band mates. “Meet Roger, our drummer, John, our bassist, and Freddie, our singer!” You gave a little wave to everyone before sitting down in the booth next to Brian. John gave you a nod and Roger gave you a wink before they turned and went back to whatever they were bickering about. Freddie gushed about your jacket, admiring your outfit and telling you that he’s never met anyone with a style to rival Brian’s, which earned an eyeroll from Brian. Before long, “Queen” got called up to the stage and you were the one to kiss Brian on the cheek this time as a good luck. 

If your socks weren’t so long, you were sure they would’ve been knocked off. They were simply the best band you’d ever seen live, their chemistry was incredible and they were each respective geniuses at their instruments. Although Freddie certainly was an eyefull, you couldn’t keep your gaze off of Brian for long. Each solo was more mystifying than the last. The show was over far too quickly for your taste, and the boys bounded back to the table in all of their after show glory. Surprisingly, Brian wrapped you in a hug and spun you around and you squealed, telling the boys how amazing they’d done.

The next few weeks included study dates with your new best friend Brian, trips to the pub every weekend to watch Queen perform, sewing with Freddie, and hanging out with the boys almost every day. You were there when they recorded their first album, when they went to see Freddie’s family, everything. It was a comfortable cycle. The boys were the best friends you’d ever had and they were the happiest few weeks of your life. You’d be graduating soon with your English degree, and to be honest, you had no clue what you were going to do after. Brian always told you not to worry, that everything would be alright, and you trusted him. You trusted him more than you’d ever trusted anyone before. 

“(Y/N)!!!” Brian screamed as he pushed open the door to your dorm. You dropped the needle and fabric in your hand.

“Oh my god Brian what! What happened!” you ran out of your room in a flurry, worried that something bad had happened. 

“We got a record deal!” he picked you up and spun you around just like he’d done the first gig you’d been to. 

“Seriously?!” you giggled, holding Brian just as tight. “That’s so amazing, Brian!” He set you down and put his hands on your shoulders in a serious manner. 

“Okay, I have good news, bad news, and just plain news,” he said, guiding you to sit on the couch. “Which do you want to hear first?”

“Well...I guess the bad news,” you bit your lip, worried. Brian grabbed your hands and held them in his, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs on the back of your hands.

“The deal includes a tour, which means I’ll be leaving for a few months,” your stomach dropped as you searched Brian’s eyes, waiting for him to tell you he was kidding. Brian was your whole world, your best friend, your rock. Truth be told, you’d been in love with him for weeks, but never told him for fear of rejection. This was so much worse than rejection. Brian saw the tears in your eyes and was quick to tell you the good news. “But listen here, I’ve talked to the band and to management and because we all love you so much, we want you to come with us as our personal designer!” Your mouth dropped open and you immediately attacked Brian with a hug, pushing him backwards. You’d never been more relieved in your entire life. 

“Thank god,” you breathed into Brian’s hair. “Wait, you said you had good news, bad news and then just plain news?” You sat up but Brian stayed laying down. He bit his lip nervously. “Bri, just spit it o-”

“I’m in love with you, (Y/N),” he said quickly. “I have been for weeks, and when they said we were leaving I knew I just had to tell you, even if you’ll be coming with us now after you graduate, I mean because you don’t have any concrete plans after you graduate soon, I really hope you’ll come with-” You cut him off by leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips. Brian immediately melted just as you pulled away. 

You gripped your guitar case tighter as you waited backstage for the band. Somehow, you’d managed to sneak there after the show. You were here to see Queen for the show, but you were backstage for someone more specific. Right now, all the people in the room looked like groupies and, to be honest, you were a little out of place. They all wore tiny mini skirts and dresses, and you just wore your favorite embellished bell bottoms and black turtleneck. When you walked in, everyone’s head immediately turned and you felt a little embarrassed. You didn’t know if you could take another minute of this. Just as you turned to walk out the door, someone smacked straight into you, sending you sailing to the floor. You dropped your guitar case, not wanting to land on it, but ended up hitting your head in the process. The edges of your vision started to go black and the last thing you remembered seeing was the person who had sent you to the floor. It was Brian May, the person you’d come to see. 

You woke up a few minutes later on a couch in a quiet but brightly lit room. There was someone sitting next to you, leaning over you and holding a cold water bottle to your head. You squinted your eyes and the person must’ve gotten the memo that the lights were killing your head. You rubbed your eyes as they got up and turned most of them off. You sat up on the couch as your vision cleared. Looking across the room at the person walking back, you realized it was Brian again. He smiled sheepishly as a blush broke out across your face. 

“I’m really sorry that I bumped into you, are you okay?” he asked in a gentle voice. You panicked for a second, eyes frantically searching the room before you saw your guitar case leaning against the arm of another couch across the room. This was a dressing room, you realized. 

“Yeah, I think I’ll be okay, my head just hurts really bad,” he sat down next to you and held the water bottle out to you to place onto your head. “Thanks.”

“Forgive me, but you don’t exactly look like...uhm, a groupie,” he stuttered. You chuckled.

“That’s because I’m not,” you answered. “Hopefully that’s not an insult.” 

“No! Of course not!” you gave him a half smile to let him know you were teasing. “I’m just wondering what you were doing backstage, then.”

“Well, actually I was waiting for you,” you said. “I’m really sorry for everything, you’re probably missing stuff out there.” You were referencing to the loud and obvious mini-party that the groupies, the remainder of the band, and the other people who had managed to sneak backstage were having. Brian shook his head.

“Most of the time I just go back to the dressing room and pack up,” he explained. “That’s not entirely my scene. So why were you waiting for me?” You went to stand up and grab your guitar but the intense pounding in your head had you falling back onto the couch. Brian placed one had on the small of your back and the other on your arm to steady you. “Careful, there.”

“I was waiting for you because I wanted you to sign my guitar,” you sighed, placing the water bottle back where you needed it the most. “Could you grab it?” He nodded and stood to grab your guitar, sitting back down and placing the case on his lap. 

“Do you mind?” he motioned to the case, asking if he could open it and take out your guitar. You shook your head and he popped open the clasps. bringing your guitar into view. It was a dark navy blue with a rounded body, just like his. He ran his fingers over it before picking it up out of the case with one hand and placing the case on the floor with the other. Your guitar looked tiny in his large hands. “I don’t see a brand, what kind of guitar is this?” 

“Actually I made it myself, you really inspired me to make my own and that’s why I wanted you to sign it,” his mouth dropped and he turned to look at you. 

“Are you serious?” he asked you with wide eyes.

“Yes?” you told him, confused.

“That’s, like, the best thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he said, turning his gaze back to the guitar and inspecting it with a closer eye. He was absolutely mesmerized by it. “How long did it take you to build?”

“It took me a couple of months to build but at least two years to perfect,” you answered. “I saw you in an interview talking about how you built your own guitar with your dad because you wanted a different and older sound, and it inspired me.” You shrugged.

“I’m sorry, but there’s no way I can sign this,” he was still looking at the guitar almost pressed to his face. After studying your sparkling pearl inlays on the fretboard, he turned back to you. “This is a freaking piece of art! Do you mind if I plug it in?” While you were a little disappointed he wasn’t going to sign it, you understood. You shook your head at his question and he gently set the guitar back in its case as if it were made of glass and then crossed the room to grab one of his amps. He plugged the guitar in and slung the strap over his shoulder. Taking a pick out of his pocket, he played a gentle C chord and the full sound of your guitar rung out in the room. Brian’s mouth dropped and he looked at you. 

“I’ve never heard this kind of sound before!” he said excitedly, making you grin. You were extremely proud in that moment. He played a couple more basic chords before moving to power chords and finally a few of the band's famous riffs that you’d played countless times on the same guitar. “I think I’m addicted,” he said. You laughed. “I’m serious! I can think of at least three new song ideas that just popped into my head with this sound.” 

“I’m really glad you like it,” you responded proudly. You couldn’t believe that your idol was in love with your guitar. 

“Have you written anything on it?” he asked while absentmindedly strumming. 

“Yeah, I was in a band for a little bit, but that’s history,” you shrugged. 

“You’ve got to play them for me,” he all but demanded. Lifting the guitar strap above his head, he handed the guitar and the pick to you before taking his seat next to you. It was your turn to stand and play. You were a bit nervous, to be honest. This was freaking Brian May, the best guitarist in the world, listening to you about to play! You strummed a few chords before looking at him and closing your eyes, getting into the music and playing your own favorite original. You played up the first verse and chorus, before sliding into the solo. Because your eyes were closed and you were in the zone, you missed Brian’s mesmerized face. He watched as your small hands glided up and down the fretboard with lightning-quick accuracy. He decided in that moment that he had never seen anything more hot or sexy and that he absolutely had to make you his. He figured being able to play the guitar was a bit of a bonus. 

After you finished, you opened your eyes and were met with the most adoring stare you’d ever received. You blushed and when he started clapping. You shrugged off your guitar and placed it back in the case, taking your seat back next to him. 

“That was... the best thing I’ve ever seen,” he wasn’t just talking about the guitar. “I loved the song as well.” You blushed once more. 

“Thank you,” you said sheepishly. Was tonight the best night of your life or what?

“I would love to see you, and that guitar, again,” he admitted with a smile.