♡NOTE♡
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Ohhh boy, okay, so this one might be bad, and it might actually be really awkward and cheesy - so don't worry, I'm already hating myself.
ALSO
This imagine may contain some sensitive references (ones to rape or murder) so if you are easily triggered - please do not read!
Furthermore, if seeing those two words have triggered you anyway, I apologize, and urge you to message me! Hopefully I can be a bit of help♡
But I honestly do hope that you enjoy, even a little!
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•⊱1983⊰•
A sigh escaped your lips as you carefully set down a plate of lightly fried toast, next to the thin glass of orange juice that was resting on the wooden dining table. Your husband of three years, Brian May, was already seated at the table, neatly scribbling words onto a delicate piece of paper. Your eyes watched him with love as you observed his actions, carefully eyeing the way he frowned slightly whilst focusing on what he was doing. To you, everything he did was perfection. You adored him so much, and you were so proud of what he did, especially what he did for a living. His passion was music, and if not already obvious - he held the role of a talented guitarist for a rock group called Queen. He played with three other boys, and together - they were a family, a true family. Roger, Freddie, and John, were the three other boys that Brian was rather close to, and the three other boys that you considered to be family.
As long as you had these four individuals in your life, everything was perfect. You couldn't have asked for anything else. You truly did have everything.
A small smile formed on your face as you continued to observe your husband. Your loose sweater hung casually on your form, and the shoulders were slipping down a little, revealing a bit of your delicate bra strap - also revealing a few, faint red marks that were a result of the events from the night before.
Brian finally sensed that you had been staring, and his frown deepened before he looked up at you. When he saw that you were looking directly at him, he broke into a guilty smile.
"Sorry," he winced momentarily, glancing at the edibles in front of him. "Thank you, for preparing this for me. I don't deserve it,"
You let out a small laugh and pulled out a chair, settling down across from him as you smiled. "Don't thank me," you rolled your eyes slightly and rested your elbows on the table. "I just....find it so adorable, how...unaware you can be when you're focused on other things,"
He chuckled a little and set the pen down. "Other things?" he raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Well, yes," you gestured to the paper.
"This is a letter to the fans," he responded.
"Ah, I see," your face lit up. "Still qualifies as other things,"
"I know," he chuckled again. "But I thought it right to give other things a name," he kept his eyes on you.
"You did, hm," you couldn't help but smile. You loved him so much. "Smart," you mumbled.
"Is that sarcasm?" he leaned back against his chair, looking quite amused.
"Mhm," you shook your head innocently. "Nope,"
He broke into a boyish smile, staring at you for a few seconds before his eyes moved to land on the marks along your neck and shoulder. "It appears I wasn't as careful as I thought," he remarked.
You broke into a giggle and rolled your eyes slightly. "You never are,"
"Okay, now that was sarcasm!" his eyes widened, making you giggle again. "It was blatant!"
"What, like the effects of your behavior last night?" you raised your eyebrows, making his face turn a light shade of red. "Ha!" you stood up. "I win!"
The two of you had a habit of doing that, playfully wanting to beat each other - not literally, of course.
"No! I didn't surrender!" he exclaimed, standing up.
You prepared to run, knowing that he would make an attempt to run after you. Just as he began, you heard someone knocking at the front door. This made you stop, and it made Brian frown. It was quite early in the morning, so it was rather strange to have someone knocking at the door.
"I wasn't expecting anyone..." he trailed off. "Were you?"
"No," you breathed before rushing to the door, since you were nearest to it. Upon opening it, your eyes widened. "John!" you smiled, giving him a look.
"(Y/N)!" he grinned and stepped inside, only to freeze when he saw your husband. "Bri!" he gulped.
You see, you were planning a small surprise for Brian, just because you had noticed he had been working extra hard lately. He would always tire himself out at work, and he would never fail to give you the attention you deserved. He made it look easy, but you knew that it wasn't. That's why you wanted to show your appreciation. You had planned to decorate the kitchen and bake a cake for your husband, along with presenting a small gift that you had managed to purchase without his knowledge.
A few days ago, you had asked John to come over and help you at a given time, and that seemed to have slipped your mind until you saw him again. Roger and Freddie were in on it too, and their role was to keep Brian distracted whilst he was at the studio - so that he wouldn't return to the house until the end of the day.
"John?" Brian frowned when he saw the bassist. "What brings you here...so early?" he inquired.
"Oh...me? Uh well...I...um..." he tried to think of an excuse, looking at you. "There was actually a....well..." he gulped again, making Brian suspicious.
"There was a piece of jewelry of mine...that Veronica wanted," you referred to John's wife. "And he...came here to...pick it up from me,"
"Ah," Brian nodded. "But I thought you said you weren't expecting anyone?" his eyes moved to you.
"It slipped my mind," that was the only truthful statement that had left your mouth.
"I see," he chuckled again. "Well, okay, once you've given the item to John, he and I can leave for the studio together," he suggested. "We're both going to the same destination anyway,"
"Oh..." you trailed off.
"I uh...actually need to stay...for a bit," John made a face.
Brian looked at the paper briefly before looking back at his friend with a puzzled look. "Back here? For what?" he laughed a bit.
"For...something," John's face was bright red.
"You need to stay back....at my house...with my wife...whilst I leave for the studio," he set his hands on his hips. "Yeah, no," he raised his eyebrows. "Whatever you need, you can get, or do it now,"
"Okay!" you clapped your hands. "I'll go and get the...piece of jewelry," you looked at John nervously.
"I'll come with you," he said quietly.
"Wait," Brian spoke, making you want to scream. "Where is this...piece of jewelry kept?" he asked you.
"In...our bedroom...?" you sounded unsure.
"John can wait here," he said, sounding rather stern. "If you want someone to accompany you, I can do it,"
"Brian," you quickly tried to think of a way to turn this around as you set your hands on your hips. "Are you insinuating that you don't trust me with one of your best friends?"
His eyes widened. "No, that's not the idea at all,"
"Then relax, it's John," you gestured to the man beside you. "Nothing weird is going to happen if he accompanies me to the bedroom that I share with you," you continued.
"You're...right," he shook his head. "Sorry mate," he looked at John. "Carry on," he gestured.
"Thank you," you smiled sweetly at your husband before leading the way to the staircase, quickly ascending it. John swiftly followed, staying behind you as you finally arrived at the bedroom.
"Smooth," he whispered as you opened the door, entering and beckoning for him to do the same. Once he obeyed, you shut the door and turned to face him.
"Okay, shit, he almost found out," you kept your voice low. "I just know that he's suspicious," you waved your hands.
"That jewelry move, though," he nodded. "Smart,"
"Thank you," you playfully flipped your hair. "Okay, ugh, we have to find a way to make this work! Crap!" you placed a hand against your forehead.
"Hold up, is that what I think it is?" he pointed to the marks along your neck and shoulder that were quite visible.
"Like I said," you blushed and tried to change the subject.
"Wait wait wait, those are...love bites, aren't they?" he laughed. "They are!"
"Shut up!" you made a face.
"Oh my goodness, I can't believe it!" he laughed louder. "Brian May, giving his wife a-"
"We're married, what the hell do you think?" you huffed.
"Okay, gee, I was just saying," he held his hands up in defense. "Okay, so how do we do this?"
"Shit, I don't know," you began to panic. "I don't know how to get him to leave without you, without being suspicious," you breathed. "There's probably an obvious way but it's not coming to mind,"
"Do you want me to come back at around...lunch time?" he inquired.
"How are you going to leave the boys?" you bit your lip.
"Freddie and Roger, I don't have to worry about," he shrugged. "I can just tell Brian that I'm...going to see Veronica...and that I might be a bit late," he suggested.
"Hm," you pondered. "That'll mean that we'll have to....rush a little," you blinked. "But I could get started on the cake and cream, so that when you come, we can just do the decorations,"
"Aw man, I wanted to do the cake," he pouted.
"Okay, then I'll do the decorations, and when you come, we can bake the cake together," you presented a different approach.
"You mentioned that there will be a lot of climbing to set the decorations," he countered. "Which is why you asked me to help,"
"Yeah," you stared at him.
"No way, you're not doing that on your own. If you happen to fall, or get hurt, Brian will never f****** let me live it down," it was his turn to huff.
"He doesn't have to know," you argued. "Oh God, why does that sound wrong?"
"No," he was adamant. "I'm not taking that chance,"
"Ugh!" you groaned quietly. "I swear Brian has gotten all the boys to fret about not hurting me!" you used air quotes.
"He's got good reason!" John raised his voice.
"Guys?" you heard Brian knock at the door, making you fall silent. "What are you guys doing in there? John? Are you f****** yelling at (Y/N)?"
"No!" John responded.
"Why does she sound distressed?" Brian prodded.
"I'm just...moody!" you laughed and gave John a look as you walked to open the door, revealing your husband.
"Moody?" Brian looked amused, yet again. "Darling, do have mercy on John and don't tear him down," he chuckled.
"Yes, yes, please don't kill me," John added as he came into view.
"Did you give it to him?" Brian asked gently.
"What?" your eyes widened slightly.
"The...piece of jewelry?" his eyes sparkled.
"Oh!" your hands went cold. "Uh..yes, I mean...no...I didn't have it..."
Brian shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants. "What piece of jewelry is this?"
"Um...a..." you tried to think of a piece of jewelry that you knew of, but didn't have. "The...oh! The sapphire ring...I saw...at that...uh...jewelry store...the other day," you did your best to appear as though nothing were wrong. "Remember?"
"Oh," he frowned a little, clearly not buying it.
"Yeah, she really liked it," John continued, trying to sound less suspicious.
Apparently, he only made things worse.
"Oh, if you like it, I would just...buy it for you," Brian kept his eyes on you. "But you mentioned that you...didn't..fancy it...much,"
You swallowed, feeling like slapping John for a moment. "You know, I think it's time for you guys to go to the studio!" you exclaimed after a few seconds.
"(Y/N)," Brian said your name, evidently puzzled.
"Moody, bro, remember?" John walked out and tapped Brian.
"(Y/N)," Brian said again, ignoring his friend.
"Moody," you sighed. "Please just forget this and go...down to the studio," you waved your hand. "Just...go," you closed your eyes before opening them again.
It was obvious that Brian wanted to talk to you further, but he chose not to. John helped, by urging him to just go ahead.
"Have a good day," you followed the two of them to the living room, down the staircase. "Darling," you paused. "Darlings,"
Brian glanced at you, letting out a small laugh as he moved to grab his guitar case that was resting on the sofa. The paper, that he had been writing on earlier, was cleared - and there was nothing on the dining table but the slightly empty breakfast plate, and a completely vacated glass that had once held orange juice.
This made you smile a little. At least he had consumed what you had made for him.
"I'll...try to be back early," he remarked as he held the guitar case.
"Come on, we gotta go," John urged.
"Jesus, I'm trying to say goodbye to my wife," Brian was a bit appalled.
"Yes, but we also need to be down at the studio," John retorted.
Your husband gave him a look as he opened the door, allowing the two of them to exit.
"I love you," Brian spoke to you one last time before he and his friend finally left the house. Once the door shut, you let out a breath and set your hands on your hips.
That was close, and you were sure that you could have done things better.
Ugh, don't think too much about it - just focus on what you can do, from here.
On what is to come.
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Now, despite the fact that the plan had been for John to return at lunch time, you had ended up deciding to take a nap - and it had lasted right until the late afternoon. You had been unconscious for several hours straight, mainly because your body was quite exhausted. You weren't aware, but John had tried knocking at the door over a hundred times - and he had even called numerous times. He had managed to inform Roger and Freddie that he was worried about you, and they had become worried as well.
After a long discussion, they had decided to tell Brian everything - just so that he would come home to see if you were alright. They had told him at about five, in the afternoon, and Brian had instantly made his way back to the house that you shared with him. At present moment, you were laying on the bed, your eyes closed.
Suddenly, you were brought to a state of awareness when you heard the front door close - making you frown slightly. Your eyes were still closed, and you felt quite peaceful momentarily before you remembered what you were supposed to be doing. Instantly, your eyes shot open - allowing you to see the small clock that rested on the bedside table. Your back was turned towards the bedroom door, which was open.
"Oh no," you whispered when you saw that it was after five in the afternoon.
Quickly, you turned, only to widen your eyes when you saw that Brian was standing there - leaning against the door frame, arms folded with a small smile present on his face. He let out an airy laugh as he watched you carefully.
"Shit," you breathed as you laid on your back, placing your palm on your forehead. "Brian I-"
"John told me," he said quietly. "Well, the boys did," he chuckled.
"Ugh," you groaned. "I can't believe I slept! I should have set an alarm!" you sat up slightly.
"Hey," he let his hands fall to his side and walked over to sit down at the edge of the bed. "I don't know why you thought you needed to...show me your appreciation," he blinked. "But when I heard that, I smiled like an idiot,"
"Shit, I didn't even get to show you," you groaned again. "It failed,"
"It didn't fail," he shook his head. "It's the thought that counts, and you didn't have to do that, or go to that extent," he kept his eyes on you. "But that explains why you were behaving so strangely...in the morning," he broke into a grin. "Luckily, the boys admitted it to me in time. I was going to buy that ring for you,"
You broke into a laugh and smiled shyly. "I'm sorry," you looked down. "I really wanted to do something for you," you mumbled. "You're always...making an effort to be such a loving husband to me, despite the fact that you are always so...busy,"
"Why do you need to thank me for that? You're my...wife," he raised his eyebrows slightly. "I'm supposed to be doing all that. It's my duty," he shrugged. "Although, I don't feel like I do a very good job at that,"
"Are you kidding?!" you practically shrieked, making him jump a little as he laughed. "You have to be kidding me! You cannot be serious!"
"Well I am!" he responded in the same fashion.
Instead of saying anything else, you just stared at him. When he realized that your eyes were fixated on him, he tilted his head slightly to the side.
"What?" he quizzed.
"I don't know," your grin was childish. "There's just something about your...tired look that's so appealing," you batted your eyelids.
"Right," he nodded sarcastically as he moved in to kiss you.
However, you fell back onto the bed and used your forearm to cover your mouth as he hovered over you.
"No!" you laughed, though muffled.
"What?" he laughed as well.
"I've just woken up," you stared at him with big eyes. "I'm not letting you kiss me like that,"
"Are you serious?" his eyes sparkled, something that you were used to.
"Mhm!" your voice was extremely high pitched. "There is no way I'm letting you kiss me like this. You'll be disgusted,"
"I kiss you all the time, in the mornings, and I am never disgusted!" he defended. "We've already passed that stage!"
"Maybe," you rolled your eyes. "But I'm...moody today, remember? I'm not letting you kiss me,"
"Give me a kiss," he urged.
"No," you refused.
"(Y/N)," he kept his eyes on you.
"No!" you laughed into your hand.
"(Y/N)," he repeated.
"Let me go, I'm not going to give you a kiss. Not now, at least," you could not stop laughing.
"I'm not going to let you go until you give me a kiss," he retorted.
"Hm," your large eyes stared at him. "Okay, I'll give you a kiss," your eyes sparkled, just like his. "But you have to move back a little,"
He clearly saw through your intentions, but he moved back a little anyway - knowing that even if you tried to move, he could still catch you.
Of course, when he moved back, you made an attempt to move in the opposite direction, but he caught you - eventually falling onto the bed with you. Your back was against his front, and despite the fact that this was all in jest - you felt extremely safe when you were with him. It was just natural.
And beautiful, at that.
"You know what happens next," he chuckled quietly as his hands moved to your abdomen area.
"You wouldn't dare!" you gasped.
"Aha! Wrong!" he breathed loudly before beginning to tickle you.
You squealed, feeling tortured by the fact that it was impossible for you to move away from him. This was something he always did, and it was something you dreaded - mainly because of the fact that you were technically held hostage in his arms during those moments.
"Ah!" you squealed. "Stop!"
"Not until you give me a kiss!" he replied playfully.
You tried to fight back, but he eventually got the better of you, and you ended up giving in. But of course, since he was your husband, he had made the move to further deepen the kiss - and despite being slightly hesitant, initially, you found yourself melting. For to deny Brian, when he was touching you, was utterly impossible. The moment was becoming incredibly intimate, and it was not long before his large hand was underneath the fabric of your sweater, gently touching the bare skin of your torso.
His kisses were loving, and you were becoming more and more addicted by the second. The moment was progressing, it was certain that physical intimacy was going to unfold - all until you heard an all too familiar voice.
"Ahem!" you heard the voice that belonged to Freddie.
"Awe man! I wanted to see where it would go!" Roger's voice chimed in.
"What the f***?!" John's voice cracked. "Are you okay in the head?!"
"Yeah, why the f*** would you want to watch Brian and (Y/N)...have sex?" Freddie questioned.
"I wouldn't have let them go all the way!" Roger defended.
Brian's eyes were closed, and he had stopped kissing you - pulling away slightly. His jaw was clenched as you opened your eyes, making you giggle quietly.
"(Y/N), please tell me this is a dream," he said lowly. "Please tell me that Roger, Freddie, and John, aren't standing at the doorway to our bedroom," he went on. "Watching me have a moment with you,"
You gently rested your hands on his chest and looked at the boys.
"Hi," John waved. "It's me, the guy you left worried as f*** when you didn't f****** respond to me,"
"John," Brian warned as he rolled off of you, allowing the both of you to sit up on the mattress.
"What? I was so worried!" he exclaimed.
"We all were," Roger glared at the bassist. "Not only you,"
"Well, to be fair, you did have us quite worried," Brian looked at you. "I'm going to have a telephone, wired to the bedroom...so that you can hear if someone is calling," he cleared his throat. "I don't know why we hadn't thought of that before,"
"Sorry," you smiled awkwardly at the boys.
"It's fine, dear, just don't do it again. We all panicked, and I was too close to bashing Roger's head in with one of his drum sticks," he rolled his eyes.
"Oh dear," you shook your head.
"He wouldn't stop screaming, that's it! (Y/N) is dead! She's been murdered by a serial killer! Or worse, she's been raped by a serial rapist! Or even worse, both!" John said in an annoyed tone.
"F***, I remember that," Brian scoffed. "Some help you gave, Rog,"
"Look, it's my duty to panic," he said as-a-matter-of-factly. "I'm the panicky one,"
"Nobody wants to think of (Y/N) getting murdered," John looked at Roger.
"Or raped," Freddie winced.
"Okay, first of all, a serial killer would definitely want to target (Y/N). She's so fragile and unique....like...who wouldn't notice her?" Roger began.
"Rog, shut the f*** up," John widened his eyes and grit his teeth, nodding to Brian.
"Stop," Freddie urged quietly.
"Oh no," you mumbled.
"Hm," Brian hummed quietly as he watched Roger.
"And what serial rapist isn't going to have his eyes on her? Or her eyes...depending," Roger said quickly, causing John to shake his head. "I mean look at her, she's literally the most beautiful thing anyone has ever seen, and her body is-"
"Roger, I'm going to stop you there, presenting you with the choice as to whether or not you want to continue that," Brian cut him off. "Go ahead, choose,"
Roger seemed to become slightly aware of what he was doing, but he was still a little slow. "Um...her body is...really...desirable?"
"F****** shit," John groaned quietly. "No f****** way,"
Brian got up from the bed and dusted his hands off. "Go on,"
By now, you were laughing.
"And she-" Roger stopped when he saw Brian stare at his knuckles.
"Yo! Fred!" John turned to the lead vocalist. "Remember that amazing restaurant I was telling you about? The other day?"
Freddie turned his head and stared at John for a minute. "Oh! You mean the one next to the morgue?" he played along.
"Yes!" John clapped his hands. "That is the perfect place to go to eat once we've finished tending to Roger's dead body," he raised his eyebrows.
"And then it isn't too far from the prison center, where Brian will be, for murder," Freddie chuckled nervously.
"Exactly!" John cleared his throat. "Shall we make our way down there?"
"Thought you'd never ask!" Freddie and John literally walked away, leaving Roger behind as Brian rolled his sleeves up.
"So Roger..." Brian looked at the drummer.
"Your wife's so f****** hot, and millions of men dream about her! Bye!" Roger took a leap of faith and shouted before turning to run. "F***! Get out of the way!"
Brian ran out, clearly faster than Roger. You were consumed with violent fits of giggles, making it hard for you to breathe.
"F***! The bastard is going to catch me!" you heard Roger scream like a girl.
"Wait until I've f****** caught you!" you heard Brian yell.
Tucking some of your hair behind your ear, you smiled to yourself as you pulled your knees up to your chest. The house was probably a mess, and you could hear the sound of screaming and laughter, coming from downstairs. You didn't even know how the three other boys had managed to get into the house, after Brian, but you didn't really care. It seemed chaotic to everyone else, but to you - it was your world. To you, it was everything.
To you, it was your dream come true, and you would not have had it any other way.
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Um, oh my goodness, why did that go horribly? Why am I still here? Why am I even still doing this? Sksksksksksksksk. This one was probably really cheesy and awkward - and don't worry, I hate me too.
Nevertheless, I do hope that it was, at least, a bit enjoyable.
After all, this is purely intended for an attempt at entertainment.
Thank you so much for reading!
Stay amazing!
♡Soula♡
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