BoRhap And Queen Imagines

baby bri (Brian AU)

A/u phones and things that exist now existed in the 70's!

"Where are we going?" Brian asks as I drag
him throughout the street. "I already told you! It's a meetup between your parents and my parents!" I say as we narrowly miss a walk light. I drag him to the next side walk as my hands catch his, bringing his face incredibly close to mine. I smirk at him as he starts to look flustered. I bit my lip and looked at his. I laugh and continue to run. "Bri! We're going to be late!" I say, grabbing his hand back. We are finally at my house. 4 children run to the door and latch onto my legs. "Ryan! Cammy! Gabe! Rachel! How are you?" I say, bending down to give them hugs. "Bro, these are a few of my nephews and nieces. Ryan, Rachel, cammy and Gabe, this is Brian. Say hi." Says my sister, Luna. "These are my kids, nice to meet you Brian. I'm Luna." She says, shaking his hand. Brian tries to trudge through all of them without hurting anyone.

My brothers Luke and Brian, they have 3 kids each. Another wave of kids surround Brian. "How many children are there?" He whispers to me. "Our mom had 4 kids, me, Luna, Luke and Brian. Luna has 4 kids, Luke has 3 and so does Brian. Luke became a step dad and the woman he married already had 2 kids. 8 nieces and 4 nephews. I'm the only one without any children, and I'm not married. " Brian and Luke walk up to Brian. "Hello, I'm Brian as well." Brian (boyfriend) says. "Let's call you Brian 1" My mother says, pointing to my brother. "And you'll be Brian 2" she says, pointing to my boyfriend. She hugs Brian 2 and says. "I've heard so much about you. Y/n says you're a famous guitarist." She continues.

"Well not that famous." Brian 2 says. My oldest niece, Ella, who is 14 walks up to Brian 2 with her phone and headphones. She unplugs them and faces them towards the small group of Luke, Brian 1 and 2, and my mother and I. "He's in the band Queen! I'm a huge fan by the way!" She says. Ella has blonde hair, quite tall, pale skin, and has a very soft aesthetic. "Oh! I've heard of them. She's a killer qUEEEEN!" Mom starts to sing. Brian gives a small smile. "I love that band!" My other nieces, Olivia, piper, Emily, Vivian, and ivy agree. "My babys with a rockstar!" My mother celebrates. I feel my cheeks get really warm. "Let's eat." Luke says. We all go to sit at the table. Since Brian is an only child it was just him and his parents.

"So, I made macaroni and cheese, salad, tacos. Really everything I could think of. And there's a lot so, help yourselves to whatever and however many you would like." My mother announces. Everyone gets up and head to the counter. When everyone goes to sit back down, there are full plates. I got salad and noodles, with a breadstick. "Geez hon, save some for the rest of us." Brian's mother comments. I stand up with my plate and start to head to the container to put some back. Brian grabs my shoulder. "No sit. You need to eat you can't starve yourself." He says. His mother scoffs and Brian gives her an acidic glare. "Don't starve yourself eat." He repeats. I give him a soft smile and Brian stands up from the table. "Mother, may I speak to you in private please?" He asks. His mom rolls his eyes and they walk outside.

Brian Mays POV
She stands up and walks outside with me. When we get outside "Why are you overreacting?" She remarks hastily. "You can't say that, it's incredibly rude." I say back. "The girls chubby." She says. "What are you even talking about? She's only like, 90 pounds, and she's an Xtra small in everything! She's starving herself because of you." I raise my voice. "If you're going to marry her, she need to fit into a dress. She can't eat half a plate of pasta of and salad and think that'll fix it!" She yells. "She's nothing but a stick because of you! She was a healthy weight and she didn't look like a skeleton before you started making comments on her weight! There was no need! None!" I yell, I feel as though everyone can hear except her.

"The absolute most she's ever weighed, is 130 pounds." I say, sighing. "And it was healthy, but now, she's 60 pounds. She's starving herself to look good in your eyes. Did you notice that maybe you don't need to make mean, disgusting, horrible comments about my girlfriends? That's why all my girlfriends leave, because of you. You are so hard to please. That girl can't even get a decent meal without you saying that it's too much food." I rant. "Then I'll leave. But when she leaves, don't come crying to me about you big baby. That's all I see in you, little tiny scared little baby bri. Too afraid, to actually do anything serious with anyone." She sighs. "Leave!" I yell. "You just don't want my to be happy." I mutter. She heads into the car. Dad walks out of the house. "I heard everything. Son, I'm so sorry." He says, giving me a big hug.

"I support you, when your mother and I were dating, her mom always said that she was too chunky, and she looked just like y/n. I think, that she just thought our relationship was successful because of her being super thin, so she just wants that for you and y/n. But, regardless, it's just broken trauma. I'll try to go calm your mother down. I love you so much." He says, before running to the car. I feel my eyes well up with tears. "This whole night has been a disaster, and my parents have already left." I hear the door open and see y/ns silhouette. "Baby what's wrong?" She says. She looks pale. Suddenly she falls down. "Oh no. HELP!" I yell. Her whole family comes rushing outside. "Oh my y/n!" Her mother yells.

"Get her a ice pack and some water!" Ehr niece Ella yells. One of the kids runs inside and grab them. She hands them to Ella and they start carrying her inside. They take her upstairs and rest her on a bed. Brian checks her pulse. "She's going to be fine, but she fainted. Probably from starvation and dehydration. We need to get her some food." He says. "I'll get her a plate!" Luna says. She sprints downstairs. About 5 minutes later, y/n starts fluttering her eyelids to reveal her eyes. How I missed those beautiful, beautiful eyes. Luna hands her the plate and she starts eating. When she finishes, everyone looked at her. "So?" Luke asks. "Really good." She smiles.

Everyone gives her a hug and starts to head back downstairs. "Brian 2, can you stay up here with her to make sure nothing wrong happens?" Her mom asks. I give her a thumbs up. "What happened?" She says softly.

YOUR POV
"Well, a lot but basically. You passed out and your huge family came to help but also." He reaches into his pocket. He gets down on one knee. I throw my hands over my mouth. "Will you make me the happiest guitarist in the universe, and marry me?" He says, tearing up. My eyes start welling up as well. "Yes. Yes I'll marry you." I gasped. He gives me a tight hug. "You should get another plate I don't want to become a widow." He says sliding the ring onto my finger. We walk back downstairs, and I feel so many pairs of eyes on me. I put my hand out and all the girls swarm around me. Ella, cammy, Rachel, Ella, Luna, mom, all of them. "No way! Did he? Are you?" Ella starts. "Yep." Brian is ushered away by all the guys.

Luke, Brian 1, Ryan, Gabe, everyone. "You better not break you heart, or we'll slice yours with a sword. Love ya!" Luke says. He pats Brian 2s shoulder. Brian shows visible fear. I grab a plate of tacos, and salad. Brian puts 2 breadsticks on the plate. "It's about time we leave." Brian says. "I'll miss you, but we'll see you again at Christmas right?" Ella says, giving him a bear hug. "Yep." He responds. We walk out the door and walk back to Brian's house. I finish my food on the way there. When we get in I run upstairs to the bathroom and step on the scale. I put my fists up. "I GAINED TWO POUNDS!" I celebrate. Brian grabs my waist. "That's great." He says. We both go sit back down on the bed. "My wittle baby bri." I say to Brian, pinching his cheek. He gives a soft smile that turns into a frown. "Whats wrong?" I ask softly. "Nothing." He says. "Tell me when you're ready." I say.

I pull up the covers over both of us and go to sleep. I feel a hand rest on my leg. "Baby bri." I say again.