this is inspired by another one-shot queen fic i read called 'Queen Smuts' by rstarkman. ill put the fic in my reading list if you're interested, but it is heavily based on that story.
anyway, enjoy the fic! please feel free to leave suggestions of themes/people you wanna see me write about, i have no boundries.
You were really looking forward to tonight. you got a date with a really hot guy your friend set you up with, you're at your favourite bar and the music was really fucking good tonight. only one small problem, the guy you are with is a complete asshole. guess your friend forgot to mention that when telling you about him. he keeps on going on about how much he hates the music and the band should just get off the stage. it takes all your effort not to punch him in the jaw, let alone get up and leave. he didn't even complement you when you first saw him, he just looked at you and told you to sit down. lets just say you weren't too disappointed that the date was to be over with soon.
the band finished another one of their songs and you cheered louder than you should have. you were just so enthralled with them, their singer was incredible, their drummer so on beat, their bassist smooth and perfect, and the guitarist... was beyond description.
"What, do you like them?" he hoarsely spoke to you. in a way that almost sounded threatening. you wanted to say something really bad, and you went to open your mouth but you could hear the voice of the singer come through the amps one more time.
"Thank you so much! you've been a great crowd!" the bar erupted in applause again, but this time you stayed silent. you looked your date in his eyes. smiled with your mouth, but not with your eyes, and slid out from the booth you were in.
"I had an... interesting time, tonight. thanks," you walk away without letting him answer. you walk over to the bar and ask for your half of the bill, which the bartender happily hands to you, and you start to hand him the cash, before you hear a thump from next to you and someone grabs your shoulder harshly.
"No one blows me off like that you little skank," he grumbles and grips your shoulder so tightly it hurts.
"Let go of me you prick!" you scream, but no one seems to be seeing this, at least no one comes to help you. not even the bartender.
"Listen. you are coming home with me whether you like it or not you slut." he says, and your stomach feels uneasy. not even the fact that this guy was a bombshell could make that plan sound good. you struggle, and he grabs your wrist and starts trying to drag you out of the club.
"Stop! Help! Someone!" you yell, but it was like everyone was ignoring you. your heart starts to beat so fast, and you have absolutely no idea what the hell to do.
"Excuse me!" a loud voice pierces from behind you. your date stops and turns around and a guy walks up to both of you. it was the guitarist from the band that was just playing.
"what do you want?!" your date booms, and you're too scared to move your mouth. the guitarist with oodles of brown curly hair looks straight at you and smiles gently.
"I'm going to assume this guy is bothering you miss?" you ferociously nod, but your date yanks you back. before you know it, the guy punches your date in the jaw and the grip on your arm is immediately released. your date stumbles back and goes in to punch the guitarist, but another person from behind smashes a bottle over his head and he falls to the ground. you look at him, lying on the ground. probably unconscious, then look up and the guitarist who is shaking off that punch. you stare at him, and he stares at you.
"Are you alright?" he asks, so sweetly. you smile and go to answer, but about ten more people from around you go to ask the same question, asking you what happened and who that guy was. soon you were swarmed, and you couldn't see the guitarist anywhere. you looked around everywhere, but it was like he disappeared. so you decided to just give up.
