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guys pls help i need some bridgerton prompts 😃

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but i mean if anyone wants to send in any prompts n shit or hcs i could do that 👀 (from my writing list ofc)

and i still dont have like ppl id actually write for so just ask and ill try my best lols - as long as its a legal relationship (i.e not shipping with someone under 16 AT LEAST) (i only say 16 cus thats the legal age in the uk; but like 18+ is the better option, but like 17 is fine) or like real people with real people - im not about to do like brian and roger per se cus thats a bit yk 🤨 xo

LOL GUYS im so sorry i vanished 🥲 i just started my a levels and im doing three essay subjects (english lit, politics and history rip) so im like dying inside; and they all combine a bit and oh my life 😃 not fun. anyways, i think i started the fourth chapter but ill try and aim to finish it (when im not doing an essay or my free periods rip) but i love u guys ! xo

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LOL GUYS im so sorry i vanished 🥲 i just started my a levels and im doing three essay subjects (english lit, politics and history rip) so im like dying inside; and they all combine a bit and oh my life 😃 not fun. anyways, i think i started the fourth chapter but ill try and aim to finish it (when im not doing an essay or my free periods rip) but i love u guys ! xo

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so i worked a helll of a lot last month and literally had no time to write chapter 4 :( its coming soon i promiseee <3

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i had my prom last night and im so fucking hungover (my friend didnt help as she spiked my drink) but we looked hot as fuck so its fine, just wish i got more photos :( british proms r fire tho

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𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 : 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒

brian may x reader series

warnings : swearing, that’s it rlly tbhh

a/n : so i was planning on posting last week but i got completely caught up in my new job lol so im only just posting now !! so sorry about the wait. ive already started the next chapter, and i was planning on spice but we’re going for a plot twist instead 🤨 the smut is definitely coming i promisee, im tryna build up the courage bc smut isnt my strong suit but im practising (that sounded a bit odd but you get what i meann). so. voilá :)

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y/n groaned, rubbing her head as she sat up in bed. her pager lit up beside her, grabbing her attention. she scrambled over to read the notification she'd been sent - from brian. she immedietly smiled as she swiped the hair from her eyes, as she reached for her phone to ring him.

"y/n ! hi - i need to ask you a favour. anita is going away for the weekend with the women, and i'm supposed to be at the studio with the guys. it would be absolutely amazing if you would be able to babysit the girls tonight for me ? jimmy is completely unreliable and i can't leave them by themselves."

you'd completely forgotten about the 'women's trip". you'd managed to uninvite yourself, claiming you had homework due in. this would be the perfect opportunity to spend some more time with brian. granted, he would be out tonight, but you had all of saturday, and if you were lucky, at least until sunday evening with him. you quickly checked the time - it was almost eleven am, meaning the ladies had most definitely already left for the holiday home down south.

"hey, of course i'm free tonight. you're lucky i'd spun a lie to get out of that godforesaken trip." you laughed, hearing him chuckle also down the line. "i must be a very lucky man. the girls are already at school, and i'm at the studio just now. i've left a key in the flower basket near the door, just let yourself in at any time. i should have enough time to pick them up later, but i won't be able to stop for long. they really want this bloody album finished soon." he sighed. y/n chuckled, before letting him know she'd head over soon. "will you be back tonight ?" you asked, hoping he would. "yes, definitely late. you're more than welcome to crash at mine. i know you're only over the road, but i worry about the girls." he replied scratching his forehead as he leant against the doorway. you smiled; it was nice to see that he genuinely cared for his daughters' safety, unlike your father. "of course. just let me know when you're way and such." you replied, beginning to get out of bed. you both said your goodbyes, and hung up.

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after slipping on a pair of shorts and a jumper far too large for you, you packed a small overnight bag and wrote a note for xavier, telling him where everything was. knowing your father, he wasn't exactly reliable, and whether he would actually come home was a mystery. you and xavier had bets on who he was cheating on your mother with - his secretary, or florence. you personally were betting on florence. you'd seen the looks they gave each other at gatherings, and how the so often ended up being absent at the same time. you didn't really care, but you also didn't blame him if he was. your mother was an absolute nightmare, and an absolute bitch to everyone (to put it lightly). you walked over to brian's place, and opened the door after finding the key amongst the dirt, and stepped inside. it was almost exactly the same as yours, but seemed bigger almost. it could've been the open planned ground floor, though. you set your bag next to the sofa, and sat down, and making yourself comfortable. you glanced over at the array of women's magazines sprawled on the coffee table - obviously anita's doing. there was something about her entitlement that annoyed you. the little side glances and once overs she'd give you when you went within a five mile radius of her husband. that day at the country club seemed like almost a trick, a game. after he'd defended you from mark. he wouldn't have done the same for her; not for the past five years anyway. they'd drifted long before you'd been in the picture, if you were even in the picture in the first place. to most, you were just the innocent but rebellious neighbour, simply doing a favour for brian. but to anita, you were a home wrecking, conniving little bitch who needed putting in her place. you were just a naive little girl to her, trying to take something that wasn't yours, not even to look at. you'd gotten bored quite quickly thinking about anita, and what she so clearly thought of you. you got up to look around the house; the kitchen, the girls' rooms, the toilets, and brian's room. you smiled as you saw a small section of the wall covered in polaroids. you looked closer, and realised it was every city he'd visited while on tour, all the way back to their first ever tour. you smiled - he looked so happy, and so young. he wouldn't have been much older than you in some of the pictures from the early 70's.

you left the room quickly, not wanting to seem weird if he turned up with the girls and found you looking around his bedroom. it was almost four, and realised that the girls would be back any minute. you heard the door open, and louise and emily walked in, brian not far behind them. "dad, i don't need a baysitter. i'm fifteen-"

"only just, lou. it's just one night. just think of it as extra company."he laughed, before catching your eye. "nice to see you, y/n," he smiled, before walking over to the kitchen. "and yourself. how's recording going ?" you asked, although by the look of brian's face, it wasn't going well. "don't ask. freddie and roger both have a stick up their arses today, and keep biting each other's heads off. we're no where nearer to finishing the album than we were two weeks ago," he groaned, setting the glass of water on the table before sitting next to you. "sounds rough. i'm here all night, so take as long as you want. you're more than welcome to go for a cheeky pint before you come home, if you want."you smiled, nudging his shoulder. he shook his head, laughing good heartedly. he explained the girls' usual routines, and also added that louise would be fine, she's just being a 'teenager' as he'd put it. you'd gotten on well with lou at the party last week - you were sure she'd be fine. "i'll try and get home when i can, but i'll give you a ring when i'm on my way." he smiled, kissing your temple. you blushed furiously, smiling to hide your panic. he headed out, leaving you with the girls. you thought of calling your mother - you never did, but she usually had some good gossip on these trips. you had a good half hour before the girls would be back downstairs, so you dialled her number and waited for her to answer.

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so yes im isolating for ten days, time to maladaptive daydream, write fics, read fics, and maybe sleep a little lol

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might have to isolate bc my brother had a positive covid test so um 😐 i guess more time to finish going through the storyline and chapter three tho lol

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Marilyn Monroe on the set of "Bus Stop" (1956).

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hi everyone !!

thank you to everyone who’s supported the series ive started ! it means a lot :)

i just wanted to apologise for the sort of break - i’m going to post chapter three in the next week (maybe) as im trying to sort out the events of the fic, i.e when reader and brian first sort of get together :) i just have way too many ideas and need to sort them out lol :)

also this literally didnt cross my mind when i started it but i havent written smut in like ? three years ? and it was so gross so hopefullyyy its better this time round lol :)

thank you for being patient ! love you all and i hope youre all doing well <3

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𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃

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𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝓌𝑜 : 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃 (𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃)

brian may x reader series

warnings : cursing, an absolute creep called mark, mentions of love, slight sexual themes (like blink and you’ll miss it type beat)

a/n : this came a lot sooner than i expected ! i was planning on trying to post another chapter before next week, as it’s my last week of school and it’ll be full of exams, revision (or more realistically, lack thereof) and breakdowns. a lot. because i have lang on monday and physics and history on tuesday, and a maths exam on my last day (i have more but they’re the ones most likely to kill me lol) so yeah - but then im free until september so i’ll try and finish this fic, and maybe start another ? we’ll see :) anyway ! enjoy - this one is more sort of brian x reader - i realised the first one wasn’t but this sort of kicks everything off :)

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you woke up the next morning, rolling over into a snoring mina. you glanced at the alarm clock beside your bed. it was just gone nine, not too early - not too late. you turned back over to snuggle into mina's back, when you heard the shrill yell of your mother up the stairs. "y/n ! it's sunday, are you and mina up yet ? we need to be at the club at eleven sharp !" she called. of course, no mention of xavier. lucky him, not being nagged to go to these every bloody weekend. mina groaned, rolling into you, with your noses bumping into each other. "mornin' sunshine," you grinned cheekily, giggling as she pulled away, squinting at the sudden brightness of your bedroom. "it's nine, and the mother wants us at the club for eleven, so shift your arse," you nudged, hoping she was just as displeased about being dragged to this as you were. "that excited to see mark ?" mina smiled, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. you sighed, tossing her sweater she'd pulled off the night before. "fuck off, you know he makes me sick to my stomach."

"you didn't say dad was coming, mum," you mentioned, peering into the front seat, where your father jumped in, before closing the door behind him. "everyone's coming today, y/n." he grinned, turning back to you and mina. a little part of you hoped brian would be there - partly to want to get to know him better, but also because you wanted him to see you playing tennis. you'd worn the white skort you were supposed to throw out - it was too small, too tight, but you were definitely glad you hadn't yet. one last use out of it yet, you supposed. mina had teased you about it, knowing how much you complained about how tight the skort was. she'd also known that brian's likely appearance was the reason you'd worn the tighter white cropped top. in fairness, she didn't blame you. she'd probably be doing something similar if it was roger.

once they'd signed in, y/n and mina dumped their gym bags by the table, and made their way to the tennis courts. the only couples there was y/n own parents, the maybank's and bohr's. you both laughed about florence's face when alistair kissed her cheek - clearly, she had no regard for keeping up appearances. it was obvious she was only there for his money, estates and company after he died. as mina jogged about the court and rambled about a party her and the other girls in her dorm had, you were peering up at the table where the adults were - low and behold, brian and his wife had just shown up. as you went to serve, you locked eyes with brian, making sure h knew you were there, and that his eyes should be on you, wife or no.

you and mina rallied for just under an hour, giggling about how unfit you were. you both played tennis at school, and went for daily jogs, but somehow, you were both panting and sweating by the end. you walked back towards the table, glugging water and patting your faces down. you fell into the spare seat next to brian; mina sat by your father. "you played well today. though something tells me you were a bit distracted, love." brian murmured into your ear, making you jump slightly. "well, it's not everyday i have a rockstar as gorgeous as yourself checking me out." you replied cheekily, smirking up at him as you reached for a glass of champagne. he chuckled, his curls bouncing as he shook his head slightly. "what happens with these things ?" he asks, suddenly seeming a tad shy. "well, the men usually don't come to these things. they have whatever day to do their man things. the women have brunches to gossip about other women or those who sadly can't make it. i stay out of their way and play tennis with mina, or georgina." you replied, patting his shoulder. "you'll get used to it, don't worry." you added, smiling. you knew how it felt to be out of place - you thought it would be nice to give him a helping hand, of sorts. speaking of, you thought it seemed a bit too quiet. obviously there was the usual gasps of horror when one of the ladies learnt something shocking they hadn't known before. you glanced around, and luckily there was no sigin of mark. for which you were entirely glad - he was absolutely insufferable. sadly, the quiet didn't last long. "y/n ? nice to see you here. you're usually playing tennis right now, aren't you ?" mark asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. you tensed up, and inwardly groaned. "wish i could say the same, mark. why am i not shocked you memorised my fucking routine ?" you asked, not sparing him a glance. brian looked at your expression - annoyance and a general uneasiness at mark's irritating presence. "well, i always like to watch you play. you're good, you know. did i say you're looking lovely today, y/n ?" he rambled, stuttering every so often. "you like to look at my tits more like, mark. please, kindly, fuck off." you sighed. mark was beginning to sour your mood more than usual. how your parents thought he would be a good husband, you would never know. he was absolutely vulgar - yet maybe they just liked the idea of you being miserable for the rest of your life. mark apparently didn't move, and kept yabbering on, before brian leaned behind your chair, towards mark, "i believe she told you to fuck off."

"she did indeed -"

"so why have you not fucking left ?" he asked pointedly, glaring at mark. he seemed to get the point, because he got up and returned to his seat at the bar. "if he ever does anything like that again-"

"i have my own fists, thank you very much. god forbid you couldn't play guitar because you punched a guy for me." you smiled, patting his knee. he rolled his eyes, and you both returned to your drinks. he felt something when you touched him; not that he'd admit it, especially with his wife across the table from him, but because you were so young. you were of age - but that didn't mean it wasn't morally wrong, wife or no. but, as cliche as it was, he felt something when you touched him. he never wanted you to move your soft hand from where it rested on his thigh. the part he hated the most, the part that made him almost sick, was that this young thing was making him feel emotions he'd never had with his wife - or anyone, for that matter. the kind of feeling where you've only just met someone, but you feel like you've known them forever. he had never felt it before, ever, in his life - and now this girl had all but smiled and complimented him and he was putty in her hands. he knew he was done for - he could suppress the feelings, yes, but surely it would just make them return stronger ? and what if next time, it was more than just a tight skort and a pat on his knee ? anita had mentioned the night before that dominique had suggested the families go to their holiday home somewhere in europe. he wasn't necessarily listening. truth be told, he rarely listened to a word that woman said anymore. there was just something missing with her. he thought she'd filled a hole he was missing when he'd been with chrissie, but honestly, anita was just a pretty paint to cover it. she was just a distraction. he knew, know, that this girl, this y/n rains, would be the absolute death of him - and brian was willing to die.

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𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 : 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓂��𝒶𝓃𝓎

brian may x reader series

warnings : swearing, alcohol, future chapters will have smut so... be aware of that ig lol. like tiniest mention of weed

a/n : thinking of making this a bit of a series but we’ll see ? i also have a heavy week of exams next week but i am free from school for like three months (yay fucking hey) so i’ll try to prepare a second chapter because we all know i won’t revise lol. also loosely based off of a roger taylor x reader fic i read a while ago ! i can’t remember the name/author, but if i find it again i’ll tag the author. all characters are mine, aside from brian may/anita. thank you for reading ! this is set in 1994, and freddie doesn’t die/ john doesn’t retire because we’re not gonna deal with that kettle of fish in this fic.

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it wasn't raining today, surprisingly. it wasn't as if it was unusual for the uk - it was always like this - rain, and then a week straight of blazing hot sun. you could even say you'd grown to love it. you'd enjoyed playing with little anya colston the day before, the thirteen year old who lived next to your parents. you'd been in the pool her parents owned, when you heard of a new couple moving in two doors down. rumours had gone round of the husband being famous, but for what you nor anya knew. you both just hoped they wouldn't be as dull and empty as the other adults were (something you and anya had bonded over - your mutual hatred for prissy adults).

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"y/n, darling, please hurry up. you know your father and i don't want to be late." your mother called up the stairs, watching as y/n slid down the bannister. "and the countless times you've slid down the bloody bannister. you'll break your neck one day." she added, sighing as she gave you a once over. "where's xavier ? xavier, hurry up !" she called, and the heavy footsteps of her older brother sounded above them. "why is he always allowed to be the last one out, but i get a bollocking if i am ?" y/n groaned, sitting on the step. "because, you know how xavier's like." your mother said, sighing as xavier finally made an appearance. you huffed as she stood up, and stalked towards the door, xavier not far behind you. 

the second the family entered the maybank home, your mother made a beeline for the champagne flutes on the breakfast bar; your father to the men outside (also where more alcohol was), and xavier followed suit, albeit reluctantly. and although you could think of nothing worse than talking to the women, you followed your mother - entirely for the champagne. "y/n ! how are your a levels going ?" diane asked, peering at you over her wine glass. "i think she's doing alright - she did drop literature for psychology, but i suppose it's better than what she could've chosen." your mother smiled patronisingly. "oh ! darling, this is anita - she's just moved in." diane smiled, gesturing to the woman next to her. you had to admit, she was beautiful. and even better, she didn't share the same patronising smile your mother and the other women donned constantly. "it's nice to meet you, anita." you smiled, taking a sip from your flute. "not too much, sweetheart," your mother said. always the one to take the fun out of everything - and what was the point in not being able to drink; these gatherings were hardly tolerable sober, and you were seventeen. "i'm gonna go find the kids." you muttered, snatching your glass from the table. 

soon enough, you found three girls, only a few years younger than you, sat by the pool. "y/n ! c'mere !" anya called, waving her hand. you made your way to the girls, and anya introduced you - louise was the older girl, recently turned fifteen, and emily the younger, was ten. they were the daughters of the new family, so you and anya made sure to give them the run down on who was who. dominique and otis rains, your own parents; they only had you and xavier. diane and emanual colston were anya's parents (admittedly the least snobby), and had anya and carlson, who was louise's age. then there was adrianna and henry maybank, who had mina (the only girl your age, but after her parents found the pot you frequently smoked under her bed, they sent her to boarding school somewhere out west in the country). florence and alistair bohr (florence was the youngest and prettiest, but the one who tried the hardest. alistair was a sixty - something year old ceo. in your eyes, a perfect match). then finally, there was louise and emily's parents, anita and brian may. they said they also had an older brother, jimmy, who, when you looked over, looked deep in conversation with xavier. the girls appeared to sound equally as disdained by the adult snobbery as you and anya were (mina also - speaking of, it was a shame she wasn't here. you thought she'd broken up from school by now). you warned the girls of the sunday brunches too. it was either you tired yourself out by playing tennis, or you drinking sangria's and champagne with the women, who all ogled the fit male tennis players and bartenders, and seemingly had endless shit to talk.

you glanced up at the men - the very people you found trying to avoid at all costs, but you were curious as to who this brian was. you could've sworn you recognised his name, but from where you couldn't recall. as you scanned the group, you noticed an unfamiliar mop of curly hair - in which became familiar to you very quickly. how could you not know ? that was when the memories of your poster clad walls, concerts that left you and mina with sore throats, and various records with those four faces adorned across the front strewn across your bedroom floor rushed back. "one second." you murmured to the girls, as you got up, and dusted off your skirt, making a beeline towards the group in a spurt of confidence. 

"y/n ! i was wondering how you had been with those women for so long, i didn't see you leave. this is brian, our knew neighbour." your father smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "my youngest, y/n." your father grinned to brian, and you looked up at him. and christ, you knew he was tall, but he was a bloody giant. "i think what my father really means is that it'll be nice for another man around. he's getting bored of these three dinosaurs." you grinned, the same cheeky grin you'd inherited from your father. "glad to know you don't seem like the others." he laughed, shaking your outstretched hand. "god no, i like to think i taught her better than to end up like those women. in secret, of course, the missus would slaughter me." your father laughed, the others following suit. but you liked the look of brian, a lot. more than you should, but who could blame you ?  you'd practically been in love with the man since you were twelve. not that you would tell him of course. and then you heard the squeal, one you'd known all your life - mina was here. "i'll be back." you smiled uneasily, and rushed inside to find the tall brunette in the doorway. "get here you silly bitch !" she shouted, barrelling into you, tackling you to the ground. "language, mina." adrianna sighed, tossing the keys onto the shelf near the door. she too, like your mother had, rushed to the wine and the women. she needed a drink, after picking up her spritely daughter and managing to cope for a two hour car ride. you and mina rushed upstairs into her bedroom, and you slammed the door behind you. "right, do not freak out. we have new neighbours." you began, looking at mina's flushed face. "and ?" she asked,

"it's brian may."

"it's who, now ?"

"brian may."

"brian may ? the new - new - new guitar guy ? the man we've been gushing over since before we had tits ?"

"yeah, that's the guy."

mina laughed, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. "good god. glad you haven't pounced him yet. if it was roger, i know i would've." she smirked, making sideways glances to her own queen poster above her bed - that had been signed by every member during their '86 tour. "well, not only is his wife and three kids downstairs, he was bombarded by males. shame, really." you joked. 

"kids ?" she gasped, hopeful they were like anya. 

"thankfully, louise and emily are exactly like anya." you smiled. 

"i'll finish this later. i wanna meet the newbies." she wiggled her eyebrows, running out of her room, with you tow.

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Selena photographed by Blanca Charolet, 1994.