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likesomekindofcheese · 2 years

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader oneshot where Joe and reader take their 1 year old daughter to an amusement park and Joe goes on the kid rides with his daughter while reader watches with a big smile and takes lots of pictures and videos of them and while watching her little family, reader remembers how she met Joe in college and it was love at first sight?

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The reader here identifies and presents as female.

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Some swearing, babies, but just a lot of fluff.

It was a bright day at Disneyworld. The sun shining so high it hurt a little. It was hot and Joe’s arms looked a little sunburnt, but you had too much fun to care about that. He said there would be aloe vera later. What mattered now was how much fun you were having, especially with your little girl on your side.

Already she was one year old, and the trip was made for all of you to have fun as a family. Would she not remember this? Maybe not, but you would! Even as you rolled her in on the stroller, she was smiling, and her big eyes were looking everywhere. So many bright, pastel sights, caramel smells, and loud, joyful music caused her to kick her chubby legs in delight.

“Hey look there!” Joe pointed out.

There was a ride full of bright pastel teacups spinning around on a wheel as the riders inside made the teacup itself spin. It played the colorful, whimsical opening of “Very Merry Unbirthday” delightfully as the riders cheered.

“This looks fun, doesn’t it! And the Disney Adult blog I read has it listed as safe for her age- she can go!” Joe insisted.

Before the trip, Joe researched Disney World religiously. He wrote down and planned every detail to the hour of your trip. He insisted Disney was different from your average run-of-the-mill amusement park. You had to plan and secure Fast Passes for any of the Good Stuff ™ and even figure out which characters would be there that day. Any baby could take a cute picture with one of them and your phone was full of your daughter with smiling princesses and button-nosed animals.

Rides were different. But with a little one year old girl, the Mountain Roller Coasters were out of the question. He made a list of rides that she could go on with you and you tackled them all, braving lines that were only forty minutes as opposed to the usual two hours from Joe’s Machiavellian Fast Pass and hour strategy. You went on Small World, Pirates of the Caribbean, Haunted Mansion, Country Bear Jamboree, Winnie The Pooh (your daughter’s personal favorite so far!), Jungle Cruise, and Peter Pan. Now you were tired of rides for the moment, but Joe wanted your daughter to experience every ride she could- and The Teacups were next on the list. You had all just braved long lines to get some refreshing lemonade on this hot day. Joe’s dole whip was already devoured and discarded in the trash bin nearby.

“You go on ahead, I just would like my drink.”

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Joe asked.

“Yes, I am! Go have fun with your daughter!” you said.

All of you were wearing matching shirts with your own color-coded Mickey ears, sunglasses, shorts, and comfy walking shoes. Joe scooped the girl in his arms.

There’s a kiddie ride and you’re in that section. Yes, it was tiring, but it was fun and bright. Above all were two things: one, your daughter got to experience it and have fun. And secondly, Joe, who’s a giant kid himself got to experience it and have fun.

You sat there, sipping the Lemonade. It was so sweet it took everything in you not to just chug it down in a second. You watched as Joe, carrying your little girl, was progressing closer and closer to the ride. Indeed, he found way to keep her entertained. He even pointed to where you were sitting with the stroller. He waved with his hand and your daughter followed suit, smiling. She was indeed a wonderful combination. The best of Joe and the best of You all rolled up into one person. She was a miracle and the love of your lives.

It still took a little while. Looking through the photos taken so far today, there was so much genuine love it beamed off of Joe’s smile. The way you looked at each other like you were good enough to eat as you took photos in front of Cinderella’s Castle. Then when your daughter was with Daddy to meet her favorite characters, she was either beaming with her big eyes or shyly cuddling dad for comfort.

He made his way up and the Cast Member secured both dad and baby were secure onto the ride. Even the cast member seemed to smile and fall under your daughter’s cute smile.

You glanced to your right, seeing one parkgoer, dressed in the purple and yellow colors quoting Rapunzel with Flower crown ears watching the ride while snacking on a Giant, Mickey Shaped Pretzel. You struggled not to laugh at the irony, considering how you and Joe met.

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They were serving giant, soft pretzels at the cafeteria and you were excited. After a hard, long morning of classes you were starving and it sounded amazing to you. It was one of the few cafeteria foods that wasn’t absolute shit.

So you got over there, ready for that pretzelly goodness. Facing another line that was too damn long. When you finally got to the promised land of that area…there was only one.

You reached to get it when you saw a white hand meet yours to touch the pretzel. It grazed against your own instead.

Who on earth would want your pretzel! They had some nerve! You turned to them only to find the cutest boy you had ever laid eyes on. Yes, there were ripped, hot guys. Yes, there were suave, tall-dark-and-handsome types. But this guy was…approachable. Human. Yet divine all the same. He was a red-haired boy with hazel eyes, a sharp nose, and of medium height.

His eyes widened, looking right back at you, piercing into you. For a second you just stared at each other. Then, snapped back to reality, you turned your head to the single pretzel. His own followed yours.

Sweeping with your hand to present it, you said “you should have the pretzel”

He shook his head.

“No- you, should get it!”

“No, you!”

Your heart picked up as the words flew out.

“How about we split it?”

You couldn’t let such a cute, seemingly single guy get away from you!

He let out a little laugh and a smile. “Why, sure thing! Doesn’t bug me at all!”

Using tongs, you got the pretzel on your plate. Then taking a silver knife, you cut it in half and gave it to him.

“Here you go,” you said.

“Are you…are you sitting with anyone?”

“No” you replied.

“Well, neither am I…”

“I don’t even know your name!” you insisted.

“Name’s Joe.”

“I’m Y/N.”

Both of you found a spot and were chatting, getting to know each other. Joe was easy to talk to and always listened to what you had to say. He was studying film. Oh God, please not a film bro, you prayed quietly as you chewed on your soft pretzel. Thankfully, his tastes were not full of four-hour slogs or hour-long exploitation films trying to pass sexual violence as art. No, not at all! He was very sweet and bright with excellent taste. In fact, he was an actor!

“No way, what were you in?” you asked.

“The biggest one was when I was a kid…I was Tim in Jurassic Park!”

“No! Shut up! With Laura Dern and Jeff Golblum??”

“Yup! He even gave me a Beatles album!”

“Wow!”

You had gotten up to go get some dessert to continue the conversation, but your foot caught onto a puddle of slippery Coca Cola spilled onto the floor. Your foot lost its stability and you started to trip.

That is, until Joe reached down to catch you with his arms.

Just from that look, feeling safe in his arms- his eyes piercing yours and yours piercing his, you knew you found someone truly different.

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“WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Joe cried.

His voice cut you back to the present day. Joe was cheering on the teacups as happily and passionately as any roller coaster. Your daughter let out a laugh and in her security seat, even she was lifting her chubby arms to enjoy the ride. The wind whipped through them as they spiraled in their purple teacup.

Thank God for the soft pretzel. Thank God for the soda on the floor. Such small things, yet they led you to such indescribable happiness and the two people who loved you and who you loved in turn more than anything.

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eveningepiphany · 9 months

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welcome to the final show | H.S oneshot

my masterlist!

summary: you take a beautiful sign to the final show and have the sweetest interaction with harry. then somehow bump into him in italy 2 days later.

warnings: nothing but fluff, and a few little mentions of how he saved your life!

a/n: i am so fucking proud of h. i want to give him a hug more than anything. this is for all my lovelies who love hslot so fckn much it makes them ill.

also this is such an unrealistic oneshot but like that’s just the way for it ig

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There’s a certain type of atmosphere that comes around once and a while. It’s rare.

It’s one that no matter how many photos or videos you take, you can’t capture it. One that no word has enough emotional range behind it to convey the feeling it opens up in you.

That is the only way to get close to even describe standing where you are.

You can’t lie, you had waited hours upon hours in the Italian sun just to feel the warm metal of the barricade underneath your palms.

You’d waited years just to get here in general.

When you turn your head to look behind you, you see tens of thousands of people there. Going from visible, overwhelmingly happy faces to a sea of tiny dots.

But you’re here. At the front.

You smile because you made it. This has, albeit dramatic, been a home to you over the past 2 years.

A creature comfort. One you followed every step of the way. And somehow you can’t believe you made it here, and neither would the girl back 18 months ago watching a pixelated Instagram livestream.

Standing in your outift, which took more rhinestones and glitter than you could ever have kept track of.

But you shined under the sun like a mirrorball, so it all felt worth it. Even though you swear there’s still glue stuck under your nails.

Your friends around you shared water, staying hydrated as the show starting neared. Wetleg had already preformed their final set. And tears had been randomly springing on you all day.

You heard the power in the crowd as they sung the prelude songs, goosebumps dotting over your body as you realise he’s probably able to hear it now.

Soon enough he’ll be looking at it. In all of its 100,000 people glory.

“You okay lovely?” Sofia, an Italian girl you’d met in the line checked in on you.

You nodded with a heartfelt smile. The whole experience was so bittersweet. Full of lasts.

“I’m okay. Just so so proud.” You nodded and she softly chuckles.

Her outfit was an electric blue that contrasted her tan skin, “I have some granola bars in my bag if you’re hungry? You should eat, we’ve been standing in the heat all day.”

Your best friend from your other side peered over, drawn back into conversation after being lost in the magic of the crowd surrounding her.

“On cry number— let me guess— 24 of the day?” She said it teasingly.

“Saying that as if you don’t already have mascara stains half down your face.” You grumble back jokingly, leaning your head back to look at the pastel blue sky.

You turned back to Sofia, “We’ll save them for after, maybe lay down on the ground and eat them or something.”

You only said no because you felt like you could probably be sick right now.

“Amore sciocco, troppo testardo il tuo bene, mio dio.” She mutters under her breath with a laugh, shaking her head at you disapprovingly.

“Trash talking her again in Spanish. God I wish I knew how to speak it.” You elbow your best friend at her quip.

You could stay in this moment forever.

As Bohemian Rhapsody begins playing you watch the sun go down, and in this very moment, It is your forever.

You live and breathe every second of it. All the way into peace piece, and as you’re gripping the girls around you for dear life as the lights start to dim along with the setting sun.

Harry coming has the arena screaming so loud it would have been heard for miles. He looks beautiful.

Like a shiny star up on stage. Blowing kisses and sending thank you’s to as many areas of the crowd be possibly could.

Mouthing words in Italian, causing Sofia to almost pass out beside you she screeched that hard the first time he did it.

And him counting in Golden with their language, speaking proudly into the mic— “Uno, due— uno, due, tres!”

“HES— WHAT THE FUCK!!” You’re laughing, holding her hand as she shouts frantically.

Songs bleed into one after another, going on your part from embarrassing screaming and dancing onto equally embarrassing crying.

The overwhelming feeling of seeing him so close— so damn close you can see each individual sequin on his silver outfit when his on the main stage at his mic stand in the centre.

You don’t even realise he’s doing a sign reading interlude until Sofia hands you yours from where it leant on the bottom of the barricade at your feet.

You were enamoured by him.

Taking the sign, your hands shook a little as he was on the main stage. Right in front of you.

His eyes are scanning the crowd, glancing over some signs and smiling.

“We have a choice tonight,” he begins, voice echoing through the speakers.

“we can either move quickly through signs, in which case, we’ll be able to give you some more songs!” An array of screams come from everyone, and you feel sick just at the prospect he was suggesting. The fact he could pull out any song.

He chuckles, walking further towards the area of the pit where you are, “Just an idea, just an idea!”

You’re pretty sure the girls are yelling something about him walking over, but you’re stunned at what’s happening overall, and you can’t even process what they’re saying.

But contradictory to what he’d just said. He stops a moment.

From his perspective, he saw a handful of very bright colours in the front of the crowd. One holding up an equally eye catching sign.

But he takes a moment to blink, focus in on the person holding it.

This girl has her eyes locked dead onto him, like as if he moves an inch— something could implode at any moment. Yet it somehow comes across in a flattering way.

And then he reads the sign.

‘you saved me. i cant thank you enough for that. BTW…’

His heart immediately pangs. Already too emotional at this whole event to be reading a sign like that.

You are in shock. Because he certainly just made eye contact with you and he’s been staring at your sign for a few good seconds.

“Can— wait can you turn that for me, love?” His voice falters a little.

As if Harry Styles just asked you to do something, you move with a haste you never had.

However you misinterpreted his question, turning the sign clockwise like as if it was upside down. Feeling a little embarrassed in yourself that it was around the wrong way.

He chuckles into the mic, causing a small uproar at the softness of it.

“Wrong way, it has B-T-W on it so I’m assuming there’s more on the back.”

“Oh, god— sorry!” You shout out to him, it sounding a little shaky, and you can’t lie that tears were threatening to spill from your eyes.

You had waited so fucking long to have a chance to tell him that he genuinely saved your life. And you’re finally doing it.

Also spinning the sign so the back of it is facing him, and his eyes flit gently over it too.

‘you have by far the prettiest smile ever.’ It reads, with a few large red hearts around it, decorated with glitter and rhinestones.

A dimple pops out on his cheek and he covers his mouth with a hand, flattered as ever.

“Why thank you.” He does a little bow as well, and you’re laughing out of shock. You’re interacting with him right now.

He straightens up, “I’m flattered as ever.” Prodding one of his dimples as he shows off just how pretty his smile is.

“And thank you for coming, it means everything to me.” He flushes a little, laughing at himself and your still starstruck reaction.

“You are stronger than you probably think. What’s your name?”

A tear breaks past your waterline, and you call out, “Y/N!”

Both girls at your side are clutching you like no tomorrow, and Harry takes his in-ear out to hear you better.

You call it out again, he makes only one off guess before he gets it. And your name rolling off his accent tongue makes your stomach flip.

“Y/N? That’s right— well that was a pretty good record for name guessing—“ he laughs, walking over as close as he can to the edge of the stage.

He holds the mic up to his mouth, “make some noise for Y/N everyone!”

You are in complete shock as you hear the whole arena cheer and holler for you, and Harry has this wholesome feeling of adoration wash over him as he sees your reaction.

The tears slipping down your pink cheeks. If he could, he honestly would go down there and wipe them off.

Not something he often find himself thinking. Yet here he is.

“Thank you for coming Y/N. What do you say we do some more songs?” He asks, smiling at the shocked raise of your brows.

“Yes, please.” You enthusiastically reply.

“Alright, you heard her. More songs it is!”

And so the show continues on. The second he breaks eye contact and moves away, a sob tears out of you.

You can’t believe that just happened. And the fact the rest of the show— unless you’re delusional, and making this up in your head— he lingers anytime he’s going past where you are. Catching your eyes, and smiling a little wider.

And you’re absolutely a wreck at the speech he makes, even though Sofia has to translate every word that leaves his mouth.

But if that nearly killed you, the piano ballad was honestly your final straw.

You cried so hard you couldn’t see the fucking stage at one point. And you wish you could say you were embarrassed for him to see you as he did one last round of goodbyes. But you couldn’t.

It was all your love and appreciation for him, poured out of you through the tears streaming down your face.

To your disbelief, he stops in front of you again, blowing a kiss to your friends and then one to you.

Bending down a little further to look at you, lips starting to move— from what your could hardly hear, and mostly got from reading his lips, he said ‘thank you, I love you.”

You blow a kiss back.

And before you know it, the show has ended. And there’s this full, yet hollow feeling inside of you.

Like you’re not sure how to feel. You miss him already, but that was by far the most amazing experience of your life.

You’re overwhelmed, with love and gratitude. And you, Sofia and your best friend end up doing what you’d proposed earlier before the show.

Eating chocolate granola bars with your back up against the barricade, tears still falling from your eyes.

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Post love on tour depression is a real thing.

There is no normal explanation for having to force yourself to get up to have an amazing brunch in Italy of all places.

But 2 days after the show day, you’re doing just that. Dressing in a nice summer outfit at the very least, and taking your LOT bag with you.

The streets aren’t too busy considering it’s midday, and you make your way through them peacefully. Stoping to peak into stores, or take photos of little things you like every now and again.

And all your adventuring leads you to a beautiful little corner-cafe. One that the second you step foot into, you are comforted by its cozy feel & strong aroma of coffee.

The building itself had all its historic bones, but had been modernised. Fitted with sleek wooden floors and new furniture. Walls painted a crisp white to brighten up the already light filled room.

You find the menu hanging above where the counter is, on large pretty chalkboards.

You’re mulling over what to get when you hear a voice from beside you.

It causes you to jump a little at it’s unexpectedness, “I like your bag.”

It’s said with the tone that you can tell someone is smiling. And you turn to greet the person who had just spoken to you.

That’s when you’re met with a sight that knocks the wind from you.

Beside you— standing tall, with his tousled brown curls and rolled up linen long-sleeve is quite literally the man you saw on stage 2 nights ago.

“Oh my god—“ you jump a little at the realisation, it hitting you like a train within seconds. But you’re trying to keep you voice down, as to not cause some kind of scene.

He laughs at your stunned reaction, the way your ringed hand goes over your mouth. It’s a reaction he’s accustomed to. But the way your pretty features portray the expression has him all the more intrigued.

He does his classic introduction, “Hi, love. I’m harry.” Sticking his hand out, smiling. Like as if you didn’t know.

“I— well I did notice that.” You rush out in a nervous laugh. Glancing around looking for some kind of film camera, gauging if this is a set up and not a coincidence.

You’re left realising it’s just the two of you, and some older guy with a newspaper a few metres away at a window seat.

But no one with a camera or phone out filming this interaction.

You shake his hand after a moment of hesitation, telling yourself mentally you’re not going to cry as your relish the feeling of his calloused fingertips against the base of your wrist.

“Hi…” You flush profusely.

“What are you ordering?” He smiles at you, and your eyes are so obviously darting over his every feature.

Which you feel like you couldn’t stop from happening when he’s this close, and you’re able to fully see the plains of his beautiful face.

The structure of his jawline— that’s dotted with a light stubble—his cupids bow lips, the definition in his cheekbones. And fuck his eyes.

That are very intensely locked onto yours…

“Oh. I’m sorry. I…” you fumble for words a little, “probably like a tea. That’s usually my go to.”

He nods, “let me get it for you, please. How do you have it?”

“No, no. It’s okay, you don’t need to do that.” You insist immediately, because even though the gestures small, it feels like too much.

“Y/N.” He tuts gently.

“Weird that you remember that.” You think aloud, unable to filter the shock at the fact he just said your name. Even though the show was only 2 days ago, when he learnt it.

“Of course I do. You had quite the sign. I won’t lie, it made me tear up a bit.” He laughs, pushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes.

“Well, It was true. Not to be cheesy or anything, but your music genuinely means everything to me.” You say carefully. Not wanting to come across as weird.

“And love on tour was one of the best experiences of my life. So… thank you for that.”

“Thank you.” He smiled at your shyness. And you recall the fact you told him he had a pretty smile.

Prettiest smile. The fact he knows you think that?

You wonder if he’s thought the same thing at all in the last 5 minutes.

“Your support means as much to me. Wouldn’t be able t’do what I do if it weren’t for people like you.”

“Now, how you have your tea?” He reiterates, asking for an answer, not for another polite declination.

“I— okay. Since it’s clear you’re not going to take no for an answer.” You sigh. Corners of your mouth upturning anyway at his stubborn ways.

You rattle off how you have it, and he nods, mentally noting it down like this is going to be a regular occurrence.

He walks over to the counter and you shuffle over to the side that you’ll pick up the order from. Watching carefully as he goes up, you take in his much more causal appearance to the usual extravagance of the outfits he adorns on stage.

Hes got a pair of denim shorts on—strong legs on display— paired with a white longsleeve that’s rolled up his fore arms.

You avert your gaze to the older Italian man at the register, clueless to who he is serving.

Until a younger girl, say 15, walks from the back room and does the biggest double take youve ever witnessed.

Harry has to be used to it, because there was no way anyone could miss that.

You’re feeling like you’re in a parallel universe. Because Harry is just casually strolling back over to you, like you’ve known each other for more than a total of two, 5 minute interactions.

You take a breath, reminding yourself simply that he is a human. Just like you are. He wakes up in the morning, has bad days and good days, has habits and routines he follows— just like anyone else.

You keep this in consideration as you open your mouth to speak, “Thank you for doing that. How have you been?”

He smiles at your shy tone, a tiny wholesome feeling bubbling up at your question.

“I’m good, honestly. It’s been a big start to the year. I’m excited to take some time off even though wrapping it up the other night was really hard.” He nods, eyes casually trailing the man who was making the drinks.

“If it makes any difference, I was sobbing like a baby at pretty much every point of the show.” You laughed.

“I did see your very tear stained cheeks.” He shocks himself little with his continuation,

“Would’ve jumped down and given you a hug if I had the bloody time.” And he smiles with gratification as you mask your shocked reaction as much as possible. However, tiny little micro-movements in your face were still popping through. “I went a little overtime with the speech.”

Just human to human. You drew a tiny breath through your nose, “Which was great by the way. I mean my friend had to translate the whole thing, but was also another tear jerker.”

He goes to say something else, interrupted by the call of his name from the counter.

In which he collects the drinks from the lovely man, smiling at him with a warm thank you before turning to come back to you.

“Here you go, darling.” He hands over yours, and his green eyes look bright as ever.

The darling makes your stomach flip. He’s British, they use pet names like this in passing conversation often. But fuck if you didn’t know any better you’d think there was a chance he was flirting with you.

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to, but I appreciate it.” You repeat.

“You have a different accent, you’re not from Italy no?” He interjects and you’re a little confused at the sudden change of topic.

“No I’m not from here…?” you laugh.

“So you’ve travelled all this way to come see me I’m assuming, the least I can do is buy you a tea. Think of it as a thank you.”

He tests the waters a little further, “i don’t usually stay in cafes for overly long but, if you have time to sit for a bit…”

“You continue to amaze me.” You chuckle, slowly following behind him as he pulls up a chair, back to the window.

“You also made me a very flattering sign. So im just being courteous, as a way to return the favour.” He smirks almost. And you’re honestly not strong enough to endure this.

“And that little piano thing you did? Is this compensation for my mental health?” You hold the cup up and he lets out a surprised laugh at your gentle quip.

“Yes, I’ve heard word that it came across as emotional as I’d intended.”

“You could hear a pin drop in the whole arena.” You nodded, taking a sip of the tea he’d bought you.

“I was so worried I was gonna fuck it up somehow.” He shakes his head, hand running through his hair as though he was anxious just at the thought.

“It sounded amazing, Harry. Made me feel a lot how fine line did when I first listened to it.”

He looks sincere with gratitude as you talk. And it stays that way as he continues on conversation with you.

You know heaps about him— you’re a fangirl that’s practically your job— yet he doesn’t know anything about you. Leaving him curious about many aspects of your life, and also with plenty of questions. Ones he really can’t believe he is even asking given you’re a fan, and he’s never actually done this before.

Whatever this is, because it felt a lot like a first date. With the way he asked where you were from, who you came to Italy with, where you grew up.

The whole lot. Your drinks both long since finished, but the questions still flowing between you two. Like there was never enough information to be learned.

He was interrupted by a call, and it almost popped this little bubble you’d made around yourselves.

Which possibly wasn’t a bad thing for him. But it served as a reality check for you.

You’re still just a fan at the end of the day. Even though your not sure how that term stands after he knows about your favourite foods, or childhood stories from your younger years. Because you feel like now that he knows that, the dynamic feels different to you.

But most of all you dreaded the fact you had to say goodbye again. But now you have to say it knowing that he walks away from this knowing things personal to you.

You realise he’s on the phone to his mum as he talks, “Yea, tell Gem to grab them anyway… I’ll be back soonish.”

He glances up at your after a moment of brief silence, “I’m just out with a friend of mine I… bumped into. So I’ll see you soon, okay?”

A friend of his?

“Alright, bye, I love you.”

And just like that the phone hung up.

“I’m feeling very special at my label. A friend of yours.” You laugh, but not lying whatsoever.

“Was m’mum. We’re having a late lunch at her BNB.” He explained, and the fact he didn’t object his choice of wording meant even more to you than anything.

You stare at him a moment, both mutually realising that this moment was seemingly going to have to end at some point.

“I don’t often do things like this.” He shrugs, watching your eyes train on random objects around the room as you get lost in thought.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“Never sat down with a fan and just had a drink. It was lovely, thank you for being so polite.” He smiles again at you.

It surprised him just how far he went with it. But you had this gentle aura about you. He knew of all people, you were safe to share this private slice of himself with.

“Thank you for buying my drink… to have spent this time talking, it— well it meant a lot to me.”

“I would give you my number if my manager wouldn’t kill me.”

As stated, he continues to surprise himself just how far he’s going.

Your brain stalls at his comment.

“You could just have mine? Buy a burner phone and text me off it.” You make the first suggestion that comes to mind and he barks out a laugh.

“Could just reaffirm that you weren’t going to sell my number off to fans on Twitter?”

“Ah, that could also work too.” You nod, raising your brows.

He pulls his phone from his pocket, and your heart genuinely palpitates. Because how the fuck had you managed this.

“Gimmie yours, if you’d like?” He slides it over, and you feel like you’re picking up something with more value than just a phone. I mean it’s Harry Styles’ phone of all things.

You begin to type it in, glancing up as his gaze is trained on you, “how many numbers of fans do you have banked up in here?”

He rolls his eyes at your tease, still smiling, “I’ll have you know you’ll be the first. If my mums counts though, then only two.”

“I just…” he pauses, pursing his lips as he looks for the right words, “knew I’d regret it if I didn’t have a way to get in touch with you. I’d say we’ve got a lot in common and it’s always nice to meet new people. And I don’t want to be thinking later ‘wow, she was lovely, wish I could have kept in touch’. Y’know?”

You send yourself a text, just a simple ‘:)’ so it saves in his recent messages. “Well, I suppose I’d be a little sad too. Probably start sending emails to your manager trying to find a way to get in touch again.”

He laughs at this, standing up from his chair and pocketing his phone in his shorts once you hand it back to him.

You also rise from the table, watching his movements keenly.

“Makes this part less sad.” He says, in reference to the impending goodbye, “I’m not leaving Italy for a little bit though, and if you’re sticking around as well, maybe I can buy your more cups of tea— to make you feel even more guilty about it, of course.”

You let out a soft chuckle, “Yea, I’m not leaving for a little while…”

He walks to your side of the table, not hesitating to pull you into a hug that leaves you winded.

You freeze a millisecond before jumping to embrace it. Enjoying the gentle yet strong feeling of his body holding yours. And the way his hands are ever-so-slightly caressing your lower back.

“Thanks for hanging out, alright? Don’t be shy to message me.” He murmurs into your hair.

“I— okay. I won’t. Thank you, Harry.” You smile into the crook of his neck.

He gives a final squeeze before pulling back. Fighting the internal urge to press a little kiss to your temple.

“I’ll see you around, hopefully. Bye Y/N.” He gives you a final smile before waving goodbye, and heading out the cafe.

Your head is reeling as he exits. Unsure if you just imagined that whole thing. You needed someone to pinch you, because as far as your concerned that whole interaction was something you dreamed up.

You check your phone to see the time.

1:53pm

1 new notification

Unknown Number | :)

So that actually did just happen.

———

To reaffirm that you weren’t the only person in the world to witness what happened today, you see a tweet reposted on an update account that reads,

so, i just saw harry styles in the cafe i work at, and he sat down and drank a tea with someone he talked to at a show. not naming the interaction for privacy but like… what the fuck?

And secretly you smile. Maybe this is something you’ll keep to yourself for a bit. Like he’s a new secret friend of yours.

———

part two!!

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mariaofdoranelle · 2 months

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Catastrophic Blues

Written for @sjmromanceweek

Prompt: Favorite tropes (exes to lovers yay!)

I wrote most of this oneshot a year ago, and I never posted because it’s so sad, and also it’s the only time I fully trauma dumped on my fics. Anyway. Enjoy this thing that was based on one of the most pathetic days of my life lol

Warnings: none?

Words: 2,2k

The low lighting the uber had at night only called more attention to the cold, churning mess that was Aelin’s stomach. It was the lack of something to focus on when what she needs right now is sensory overload. The smell of alcohol, loud music, strobe lights.

Aelin wanted to focus on anything that wasn’t her destination—or who she’d meet there.

It was fine. She was fine.

It was Fenrys' birthday. The cheeriest of Aelin's cheery friends. Aelin definitely couldn't miss his birthday. Today was about Fenrys, and not the ex-boyfriend who was also invited.

But Aelin was fine. It wasn't a big deal. It’d been more than a month since they broke up, and Rowan even texted her asking if she’d be comfortable if he brought his new girl tonight.

How considerate of him.

But Aelin agreed, with no regrets. The only thing she regretted was merging her group of friends with her ex-boyfriend when they were dating. That was something she’d keep in mind for the next time she met someone.

Out of the car and in front of the bar, Aelin let the cool summer breeze wash her nerves away. He was probably in there already, always on time. She knew this would eventually happen when they broke up and decided to stay friends for the sake of the gang. There was no need for her to freak out—good thing she wasn't. And if she acted weirdly today, what would Rowan do a month from now?

The crowded place was booming with laughter and drunken yells, busy waiters running around the place, barely paying attention to the graceless group of friends singing Bohemian Rhapsody at karaoke.

A large hand gripped her waist, turning her towards the source, and Aelin met a smiling pair of onyx eyes.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

“Fen!” She hugged her friend and handed him his present, wishing him a happy birthday.

“Everyone’s at a big table back there, and…” Fenrys trailed, trying to read something on Aelin’s expression. Whatever words he was about to say died in his throat.

Aelin crossed her arms. “Spill.”

He shrugged. “You’re hotter than her.”

Lyria, he meant. And Aelin agreed, she was definitely hotter. It wasn’t hard to find Rowan’s new girl on Instagram after she commented a red heart on his last picture like a dog peeing on the comment section for territory. She found out about it even before he told her himself.

Aelin narrowed her eyes at Fen. “I’m over him.”

He shrugged. “Just thought you’d like to hear it.”

Her smirk was met with a similar one from Fenrys. He knows her too well.

Then Aelin shook her head, chastising herself for such thoughts. She was the one to end things, due to her… distressing circumstances. She had no right to shame Rowan for settling for a less hot person.

It’s not like she cared, anyway.

Stepping onto the back of the bar, Aelin quickly spotted the table and greeted everyone—including the lovebirds.

Rowan was stiff like a robot, and Lyria was polite. Bland. Guess he lied when he said he liked Aelin’s fiery personality and the way they clashed, since his new girlfriend is the total opposite. He’d probably still be his dutiful self to her in a month, and Aelin would be in Suria with rows of men—or vodka, most likely—lying at her feet.

She sat beside Elide and ordered a non-alcoholic beer—the doctor had cleared her to drink alcohol with moderation by now, but she didn’t want to risk it. Connall decided to restart whatever work gossip he was telling to keep Aelin in the loop.

She was paying attention, or at least she was trying to, but—why did Rowan shave off his beard? God, she loved his jawline. How it looked so firm by far, but felt so soft under her lips and teeth. Aelin could still remember how his beard tickled against her skin when he decided to grow it, or even better, the feeling of it against her thighs when he--

"Ace, are you alright?" Elide whispered in her ear, "You look a little lost."

Aelin blinked, trying to focus on her friends. Apart from Ellie, no one noticed she'd zoned out. Looking back at her friend, Aelin nodded, a small smile on her lips.

Her friend arched one eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

Rolling her eyes, Aelin chuckled. "Of course."

Looking back at everyone, she caught Rowan’s eyes on her. Busted, the only thing left for him to do was send her a small, close-lipped smile and tip his head to the Heineken 0.0% she clutched. Aelin raised it and took a long swig, letting the bitter beverage go down throat, the feeling so close to the real thing.

He feels proud of her growth. Not a big deal when he keeps a perky brunette under his arm.

But she knew this feeling was just an initial clash of their lives apart. Aelin was fine, she truly was. Her feelings towards Rowan would never be the same she had to a regular friend, because the nature of their memories together was different. Erasing their history was impossible, so it was either fully leave or learn how to live in the shadows of what they used to be.

This hollowness she felt in her chest was just an initial shock, an adjustment. Aelin wasn't the only person in the world to lose the love of her life, and some of them even did great after that, with their second-best significant ones.

No one can keep every good thing that happens in their life forever. Even if said good best thing is right there, standing in front of you.

Actually, she was wrong. Aelin did keep Rowan in her life. As a friend. Which was enough, and just what she needed.

“…Right, Ace?”

Aelin blinked, being dragged out of her thoughts back into the conversation. “Excuse me?”

Elide sighed. “The birthday cake, Fenrys got it from Emrys’. Isn’t that the place you recommended to him?”

“Oh.” Aelin blinked. “Yes. Absolutely, yes. They’re the best.”

Ellie gave her a quick look that was hard to decipher, but maybe it was time for Aelin to pay attention.

And pay attention she did. She leaned on the table and held her chin under her palm. Turns out the owners of Emrys’ are regulars at the motel Fenrys works at. Disgusting news to hear, and Connall agreed with her unshared thoughts. Fenrys accused his brother of being homophobic, since they’re talking about a gay couple. Connall retorted, saying that he can’t be homophobic if he’s gay, and it’s not prejudice if he hates everyone equally.

The twins bickered on and on. Rowan watched them as if it was a tennis match, with undiluted attention, while Lyria seemed endlessly amused by it.

Aelin wished she had stayed home.

But she came here for Fenrys, and for Fenrys she stayed. And stayed and stayed and stayed until that fucking song started playing. For Mala’s sake, today was not her day.

Aelin looked around, trying not to be too obvious that she was looking at them. Trying not to look too much or too little.

He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my heart.

Rowan took Lyria's hand and held it against his chest.

Just like he used to do with her.

Aelin swallowed, her chest shrinking. She was going to be sick.

She excused herself and got up, walking to another section of the bar near the restrooms where she couldn't be seen from the table, and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes.

Breathe in.

She could still feel the shape of Rowan’s lips against hers.

Breathe out.

She could still feel the weight of his body above hers.

Breathe in.

She could still feel his calloused hands caressing her bare back in bed.

Breathe out.

Her heart was beating just as much as on the day she finally got the courage to cuddle him after sex, almost two years ago. When she first rested her head on the crook of his neck, Aelin scented her favorite version of Rowan’s smell because it was completely ingrained with hers. And she did it again. And again. And again. Her hand could trace the shape of him even that long after the last time they were together. She hated how much she'd cling to those small details, and she hated even more that she cared about this. Because she did. Aelin would barely admit it to herself, but of course she did.

She took a deep breath, ignored her quivering stomach and schooled herself, walking to the bar's counter.

The man next to her leaned on the counter so much he was half laid in it, but he still managed to turn his piercing blue eyes at Aelin and smile.

"Can’t find a bartender," he complained, his speech slurred. "I need a beer."

Aelin chuckled, leaning her forearms on the surface too. "And I need water."

He raised his head a little. "I'm Dorian."

"Aelin." She looked at him up and down, from the fumbled hair to the rumpled clothes and untied shoes. “Are you sure the bartenders aren’t bartending you on purpose?”

“I’m sure they are.”

“Huh.” Aelin scanned the liquor selection, tempted. She really was doing better with this new medication, and Dr. Hafiza cleared her for an occasional drink. She could definitely use a drink now. Instead, she tilted her head at Dorian and said, “Did you lose a puppy or something? Or this is just your usual Friday night?”

He ran a hand through his hair and grinned at her, so confident it reminded her of Fenrys. "My answer depends on whether you're giving me your number or not."

Aelin snorted. She thought of how satisfying it would be to watch Rowan watch her leave the bar with someone else, but a drunk wouldn't do. Besides, this wasn't a competition. Aelin had already lost.

"Not a chance. Spill."

He sighed and slumped again on the countertop, hitting his head against it.

"My situationship doesn't see me as dating material."

Aelin grimaced. "That sucks"

He waved a hand, dismissing her pity. "You?"

Her mind went back to a year ago, how he stood by her side, red-rimmed green eyes when Aelin became a shell of herself. How his anxiety skyrocketed when hers did too. How well he was doing now that she wasn't his problem anymore.

A bitter chuckle left her lips. "My sadness is contagious."

Dorian rolled his eyes. “I just bared my soul to you, and this is what you tell me?”

“You did not!”

“I’m gonna get another drink if you don’t entertain me.”

“Is this a threat?”

“Absolutely, yes.”

Aelin sighed, looking up while she gathered her thoughts. “I broke up with my boyfriend.”

“Obviously.”

“Because I was bringing him down. No drama. We decided to not break up our group of friends.”

“No drama, you said?”

“He’s with his new girlfriend at the back of the bar and all my friends are schmoozing with her now.”

“I sense drama.”

“And we have a trip booked for next month we didn’t discuss.”

“Paid it all before the breakup, huh?”

Aelin nodded and ordered two waters before they traded stories about their pathetic love lives. She didn’t know how long they stayed there, neither if she liked Dorian or just this escape from the table from hell, but being here was a respite.

They were about six Tinder horror stories in when a hand landed on Aelin’s shoulder, making her jump, heart racing with surprise.

Rowan stood beside her with his trademark frown. “It’s been a while since you left the table.”

“Yup.” What was she supposed to say?

He jutted his chin towards Dorian. “Is he bothering you?”

“Not at all.” She squared her shoulders, trying to find a light way to describe their pity party. “This is Dorian. I’m getting funny dating stories out of him before I call an uber and send him back to his world of heartless women and tawdry men.”

“I see,” he trailed, eyes trained on them, and took a step back. “Okay. I have to go back there, but if you—“

“I know.” She waved him off. He needed to be at the table and be a good boyfriend to someone else, she got it.

Aelin was fully aware that her mind was going on a petty path, but she couldn’t help it. Yes, Lyria was nice. Yes, Lyria had been nothing but polite to her the entire night. The only problem was that Lyria was dating the wrong person. Or the perfect one, if Aelin wanted to address her issues more directly.

She banged her head against the disgusting counter, resting there to contemplate this rare moment of self-pity.

Aelin dug her own grave.

Dorian had his eyebrows raised. “Damn, he’s hot.”

“And thoughtful.”

“I wasn’t thinking about his thoughtfulness when he murdered me with his eyes.”

“He did not.”

“He did. And you know why.”

“I do not.” Aelin sipped her water. “Anyway, what happened to the guy who was cheating on his wife with you?”

Dorian’s eyes sparkled with the memory of this unfinished divorce story, and she was thankful to get the spotlight of the conversation away from her.

Unlike Aelin, Rowan had his shit together and was happy. She wouldn't—actually, she couldn't—disturb this little peace he found after she cut him off.

Her selfishness only went so far.

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bi-the-way-132 · 2 years

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x reader oneshot where reader and their toddler daughter surprise visit Joe on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody?

Surprise!

Summary: after getting a text from Rami saying Joe needed a bit of a pick me up on set, you come to the rescue with your three year-old daughter at hand.

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Word count:

Warnings: fluff fluff fluffff

Requested?: yes! by @borhapgirlforlife19

Please do not copy, rewrite, or translate onto another site. Permission will not be given if requested.

Light pierced the sweet darkness of slumber as the bed shook rapidly.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Wake upppppppppp!" Skylar yelled.

You let out a small groan and attempted to toss the three year-old onto Joe. It's too early to deal with children.

"What was that for, Mommy?" She giggled.

You peaked through the slits of your eyelids, causing Skylar to laugh. Where's Joe? You retracted the blankets and all the warmth that came with them and pulled them to the other end of the bed then sat up, and pulled the small child onto your lap.

"I thought your daddy was here, that's what." You replied with a scratchy morning voice.

"Where's daddy?" Sky questioned, tilting her head.

"He must've gone to work." You yawned.

"Without saying anything?!" The toddler exclaimed.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the sudden outburst. "I know! It's crazy!" You replied, trying to copy her enthusiasm.

"So crazy!" She copied, playing with your messy hair. "Mommy, you need to wash your hair."

"Maybe we should go get ready." You suggested.

"Maybe we should." Sky nodded, sliding off the bed. "Come on, mommy. You need to get pretty."

I laughed at her remark and followed her into the bathroom.

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After brushing both yours and Skylar's teeth and hair, putting Sky in a purple sparkly dress - per her request, and sending her to your bed with an iPad, you finally had the change to choose your outfit for the day. You wandered into the closet, asking yourself how you want to appear to the world today. You skimmed through your various shirts and none of them peaked any interest. Your eyes lit up as you glanced at all of Joe's shirts. Smirking, you grabbed one of his many white tee-shirts and red bomber jacket. Pulling both of them on, the scent of his cologne invaded your nostrils. You sighed and smiled to yourself while images of Joe wearing this exact outfit popped into your head.

While reminiscing the past before Skylar was born, a shrill voice calling your name pulled me back to reality. You trudged back towards the bed to see Sky poking at the screen of your phone.

"Mommy, someone texted you." She said, holding up the phone for your to take.

The screen lit up with a picture of Joe and Skylar playing at the park and a text from Rami. It read, "Hate to bother you, but Joe seems to be in a slump today. If you have time, I bet he'd appreciate it if you stopped by with Sky."

You quickly began typing out my reply. "I'd love to bring Sky in! What time would be best?"

Rami began typing on the other end and said, "Whatever works best for you. I'll let you know when our break is over."

"Perfect! We'll be there soon." You sent, turning off my phone.

"D'you wanna go on a field trip to daddy's work today, baby?" You asked Skylar.

She looked at you excitedly and nodded her head. You giggled and picked her up, carrying her downstairs to get ready for our little adventure. You packed the diaper bag full of all the necessities for you and Skylar with a couple treats for Joe. After filling a water bottle for yourself and a sippy cup for Sky, you put both your shoes on and you were out the door. How you managed to get out of the house that quickly is a mystery. But then again, you'd do anything to give Joe a pick-me-up.

By the time you arrived at the lot, you received a text from Rami saying their break had just ended. you silently cursed to yourself and pulled towards the gate that leads into the parking lot. You handed the security guard your ID through the window, leading Skylar to roll down her window and wave brightly. Damn Joe for teaching her how to roll down the window. The guard handed you the ID and explained the rules of being on set during filming.

"You might be allowed into the studio they're filming in depending on whatever they're shooting. Other than that, tell anyone you see that you were invited on set and they can tell you where to go if you get lost or if you end up somewhere you shouldn't be." He explained.

"All right, thank you!" You grinned, shifting the car into drive and pulling into an open parking spot.

Before hopping out of the car, you unlocked your phone and sent Rami a quick message letting him know you'd just arrived. You headed around the trunk of the car and pulled Skylar out of her booster seat, setting her down to wander, but not before telling her to stay close. You slung your bag onto your shoulders and grabbed Sky's small hand, heading in the direction of the studio. A few crew members passed you and shot a smile at you and your daughter. One in particular, recognized you from when you had first visited the set.

"(y/n), what're you doing here with Sky?" He said, kneeling down to the three year-old's level.

"Dave!" Skylar said, jumping into his arms.

He rubbed her amber hair, leading her to squeal with delight.

"We wanted to go on a field trip to visit daddy. Right, Sky?" You replied.

"Yeah!" She exclaimed, turning around and grinning at me.

"Well, that sounds like a lot of fun, you two! Want me to take you to the studio?" Dave asked.

"That would be great, thanks." I said.

Because Skylar refused to leave Dave's arms, he carried her while you followed behind. The two of them were peas in a pod when they first met. It was towards the beginning of filming, and Joe wanted to introduce me and Sky to the rest of the cast and some of the crew. After meeting Ben, Gwiylm, Lucy, Aidan, and a few others, Sky was exhausted. Joe was holding her in his arms, trying to keep her awake but failing miserably. Dave approached us and explained how he watched his younger siblings all the time when he was a teen, and how he was good with kids and keeping them awake till their nap time. Joe and you exchanged a look before agreeing to let him play withy our daughter.

He instantly pulled out a small rubber duck from his pocket and spoke to Skylar in a high pitched and raspy voice. She giggled as she leaned back into Joe. Dave waved the duck around in the air, eventually making quaking noises as it softly collided with her stomach. This caused her to break out into a fit of laughter, and hold her stomach where the duck had made contact. It continued on till Skylar was practically crying from laughing so hard. Dave was right; he was good about keeping little kids awake.

He lead you to a door on on a large building labeled "A27" and swiped his key card against a censor to the left. He put a finger up to his lips, motioning for the two of you to be quiet. Sky mimicked him while we walked into the building. The sound of Ben's voice filled your ears, and your eye's lit up.

"I put my heart and soul into this song." Ben said, reciting his line.

"No one is disputing that." Joe said in an English accent.

Skylar turned and looked at you with wide eyes upon hearing her fathers voice.

"And you don't like it, because you want your songs on the album." Ben replied.

"It's not that, Roger." Joe commented, being cut off by Ben.

"Then what is it?" Ben testified.

"I'm In Love With My Car." Gwiylm stated.

The three of you stepped on set behind the cameras in this moment to see the three boys sitting in a room that appeared to be a kitchen.

Ben shot Gwil a questioning look which signaled for him to continue.

"Maybe it's not strong enough?" Gwil acknowledged.

"What does that even mean, 'not strong enough'?" Ben said cockily.

"I know I'm late. What did I miss?" Rami said, walking into the scene with a coffee cup in hand.

"Discussing Roger's car song." Joe answered.

"Is it strong enough? that's all I'm asking." Gwil informed. "If I'm on my own here, then I apologize."

"How does your new song go then, hm?" Ben replied, picking up a piece of paper off the counter.

Skylar reached her hands towards you, asking to be switched from Dave's arms to yours. As quietly as you could, you took the toddler into your arms and gently kissed her forehead.

"When my hand's on your grease gun..." Gwil recited from the lyrics in front of him. "That's very subtle, isn't it."

"It's a metaphor, Brian." Ben replied angrily.

"It's just a bit weird, Roger. What exactly are you doing with that car?" Joe chuckled.

"Children, please. We could all murder each other... but then who would be left to record this album?" Rami butted in.

"Statistically speaking, most bands don't fail; they break up." Joe stated.

"Mommy, why does daddy sound and look so funny?" Skylar giggled into your ear.

"That's the character he's playing, baby." You whispered back.

"Why the hell would you say something like that?" Rami questioned, leading Joe to shrug. "Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen."

"You know why you're angry, Roger?" Gwil continued.

"Why?" Ben scoffed.

"'Cause you know your song isn't strong enough." Gwil stated.

Ben nodded for a second before picking up a handful of bacon from a skillet and throwing it at Gwil. "Is that strong enough?"

Rami walked out of the scene while Ben continued to throw a fit. Ben continued his rampage and picked up the coffee machine, threatening to throw it at Gwil. Before he could though, both Joe and Gwil stopped him by saying, "Not the coffee machine!"

The director yelled cut and everyone on set relaxed. The boys on set laughed for a second and Rami reappeared. You turned to Skylar and set her down, telling her to run up to her daddy. She nodded enthusiastically and practically leaped out of your arms. You watched as she weaved in and out of the crowd, eager to get to her dad. Once she was out of the sea of people, she scanned for Joe and when she found him, everyone within a mile of your location knew. She let out a shill squeal and threw herself at Joe. He caught her with a smile on his face and an ounce of confusion. He glanced at all of the faces till he found you, and you returned his gaze with a small smile and wave. You looked down and found your way towards the two and greeted Joe with a hug and a kiss to his cheek.

"When'd you two get here?" He questioned, a grin on his face.

"Not too long ago. Rami texted and said you needed a little pick me up." I explained.

Joe glanced around for his friend, sending him a playful glare once he found him.

"I love you guys." He said, placing a kiss on Skylar's forehead and one on your lips. "I don't know what I'd do without you two."

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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Trick or Treat

Fandom: RPF, American Actor, Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Female Reader, Original Child Character

Word Count: 823 // Rating: Gen

Summary: It's time for trick-or-treating but reader's been benched

Tags/ Warnings: Fluff, Established Relationship, Pregnant Reader, Parents, Kids, Babies, Couples Costumes, Family Costumes, Disney Halloween Costumes, Request, Requested Fic

Notes: finally worked through my requests. from now i'll be doing my challenge. requests closed.

REQUEST

@borhapgirlforlife19 - Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long oneshot where they take their daughter trick-or-treating for the first time?

Ding dong

‘Just a second!’ Y/N called as she hurriedly tried to get off the couch. She was struggling though as the comfy cushions had sucked her in making it near impossible to get out of them. It also didn’t help that she had a baby bump the size of a watermelon slowing her down. It was Halloween night and though she could hear the merriment of the children in the street she hadn’t been able to participate and instead was stuck inside handing out candy to those that came by.

She had been all ready to go. Her candy had been decanted into a bowl she was going to leave on the porch. Her costume was selected and matched her husband and little girls so well. But she hadn’t foreseen the snag in her plan. She knew it was going to be hard work waddling around the neighbourhood. But as they had all donned their costumes she had felt a familiar flutter in her belly. Her first contraction.

‘But your due date’s not for another week!’ Joe said as he paced their living room wearing half of his Sully costume. She was dressed as Mike Wazowski, the eye on her bump.

‘Yes Joe I know,’ she said, ‘but babies do come early remember.’

‘But we’re not ready,’ he said in a strangled voice. He was panicking.

She didn’t know why. They were ready for their son’s imminent birth and they had done it all before so it wasnt like they didn't know what they should be doing.

‘We’re all packed up and ready to go. My mom will come as soon as we ask her to. It’s all in hand,’ she said.

‘But,’ he said looking up at her like a heartbroken kid, ‘trick-or-treating. We promised.’

Y/N sighed. As the pair of them fell quiet she could hear giggling from upstairs. She could picture her daughter sitting in her room playing, wearing the Boo costume she had been wearing all day and refusing to take off.

‘You can take her,’ Y/N said.

‘But you wanted to come,’ he said coming towards her, resting his hands on her bump.

‘I know. But I ain’t gonna be able to trudge around this neighbourhood like this,’ she said as he leaned in and pressed a kiss on her forehead, ‘you two should go. She’s been excited for this all day.’

‘And you’ll call if you need me right?’ he said looking down into her eyes.

‘You’re on speed dial,’ she chuckled.

Once out of the couch’s grasp she waddled towards the door grabbing the bowl of candy off the sideboard. She hoped whoever was outside would be patient enough to wait given her incapacitation. She wrenched the door open and found a couple in front of her.

‘Trick or treat!’ they both said with glee. Y/N smiled. Standing in front of her was a very familiar duo. Sully and Boo.

‘Well, well, well, what do we have here,’ she said feigning ignorance.

‘I’m boo!’ her daughter giggled poking her head out from under her hood.

‘I can see that,’ she said, ‘and a very good boo you make!’

‘Boo wants candy!’ she said holding her very full pillowcase out in front of her. Y/N chuckled and dropped a handful of candy into her sack ignoring the sign she had written and placed in the bowl asking people to ‘just take one’.

‘Thank you!’ her daughter giggled rushing inside and sitting in the hall. She dumped her candy out onto the floor ignoring her parents as her fingers raked through it trying to decide what she was going to eat first.

‘And what are you?’ she said looking a Joe.

‘He’s Sully!’ her daughter explained her mouth already full of a chocolate bar.

‘Oh yeah?’ Y/N said.

‘It’s my wife’s favourite Disney film,’ Joe said with a smirk.

‘And you did this to make her happy?’ she asked, ‘she must be a lucky girl.’

‘Oh she is. She’s even got me doing the trick-or-treating solo,’ he chuckled.

‘Any excuse to sit in and do nothing huh?’ Y/N chuckled.

‘I don’t know,’ Joe said coming towards her and wrapping his arms around her, ‘as excuses go she’s got a pretty good one.’

‘Maybe it’s all a ruse,’ Y/N said though her smile was cut short as another contraction hit. They’d been coming quicker and quicker since they had been out. And this one was a doozy. Joe held her as she breathed through the pain.

‘You okay?’ he asked with a wince.

‘That was a big one,’ she panted.

‘I think it’s time to call your mom to babysit,’ Joe said.

‘Yeah, I think so,’ she said pulling back, ‘but I wanna do something first.’

‘What?’ he asked.

‘See your haul,’ she said and with that, she yanked his bag out of his hand to peruse his candy collection.

#my writing #joe mazzello #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello x reader #bohemian rhapsody fic #fluff #requests #trick or treat

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borhapparker · 1 year

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writing commissions open!

hi y'all! i am finally (for i think the first time) opening commissions! as you guys know, i love writing, and i love creating new pieces with new ideas/settings/characters! i am now opening up writing commissions for those that want to get a personalized writing piece catered to their favorite character/actor/fandom! this does not mean that i will no longer be taking regular requests, those are still open! but now, if you want a personal writing piece with tom or one of the holland boys or even a winchester brother, i can do that with your name, attributes, etc !

below is how it works! i also take payments through paypal/venmo rather than ko-fi if that makes you more comfortable!

here are the fandoms/characters/actors i will have open for writing commissions:

stranger things (steve harrington, billy hargrove, eddie munson, and their respective actors)

marvel (peter parker, bucky barnes, matt murdock, iron fist, moon knight, peter maximoff/xmen, warren worthington iii and their respective actors)

supernatural (sam and dean, castiel, jack, and their respective actors)

tom holland (his characters)/harry holland/sam holland/harrison osterfield

bohemian rhapsody (brian may, roger taylor, and their respective actors)

macgyver (lucas till/angus macgyver)

andrew garfield/tobey macguire (and their respective peter parker alternates)

matthew gray gubler/spencer reid

any and all prompts are open to me writing them! if you are curious as to what i do not accept, take a look here

i can also write for characters not mentioned but in the same fandoms! i may not have extensive knowledge but i can for sure try my best!

my standard rate for written works is $0.01 USD per word. this translates to $1.00 per each 100 words. however, I am flexible depending on the request. see the end of this post for my restrictions.

In every commission you must: - specify prompt/fandom - specify your pairing - provide as much detail as you deem necessary, or let me know if you’re giving me free reign over a concept

✧ Blurbs and Headcanons: I have a ko-fi where you can donate a coffee directly to me without being compensated if you so choose, or where I will write a blurb or headcanons for you if you leave your request and (optional) tumblr url in the message with your coffee. blurbs will be min. 300 and max. 450 words per coffee (they are $3.00 each so it is discounted from my rate). you can always message me to commission a blurb if you don’t want to pay through the ko-fi site.

✧ Drabbles: message me to commission a drabble. they will be a maximum of 1,000 - 1,200 words ($10 - 12) before it becomes a oneshot. if you’re unsure if your request will be a blurb or a drabble, let me know! i’ll try to keep it as short as I can if you’d rather only pay for a blurb.

✧ Oneshots: please message me to commission a oneshot. i ask that you allow for a minimum of 1,300 - 2,000 words ($13 - 20) or it likely won’t be long enough to fulfill your request. if your oneshot gets longer than 3,000 words, I will discount the rate from that point on to $0.0025 per word (this translates to $0.25 per extra hundred words after 3,000). i will always round down for you if your total includes partial cents.

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omgsquee2001 · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Mini-Deacon: Joe Mazzello x Fem! Reader; Feat. OC Daughter

@borhapgirlforlife19 asked: Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long oneshot where it’s their daughter’s first birthday and they have a party for her at their house with Joe’s family, reader’s family and all of the Borhap cast there? Also, Joe is sitting on the floor opening his daughter’s presents with their daughter beside him and their baby helps him tear the wrapping paper off and she lights up at the presents she gets when Joe shows them to her and everybody takes pictures and just gushes over how cute she is?

(I got this idea from attending a 1st Birthday party a couple of days ago.) ☺️

Definitely! Thank you again for the request! I am going to add a little special surprise at the end, to make it more exciting!

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Today was the day! The day of your daughter, Jessie Virginia Mazzello’s first birthday! It was an exciting day for sure.

“Joe, you got everything?” You called from the kitchen. It was 9:00 in the morning and you were busy making the cake for your special girl. Joe walked out of Jessie’s room, carrying the sleepy one year old, dressed in a Queen Onesie, gifted to her by her loving uncle and aunt, Rami and Lucy.

Over the onesie, she was wearing some black shorts. Joe was going to take Jessie to visit her Uncles Gwilym, Rami and Ben while Lucy was to come over a little bit later to help you wrap the presents and decorate. Though she had only turned one year old, it was one step closer to becoming the girl she wanted to be, though Jessie didn’t know it yet. Joe walked into the living room, setting the day bag down on the cough, hoisting Jessie up a little bit more to get a better grip on her to keep her from slipping. He looked through the bag, making sure he had all the essentials; fresh diapers, wipes, Jessie’s favorite toys to keep her busy, a bottle that he could fill with Jessie’s favorite flavor of juice, which was apple juice, and her favorite blanket, knitted for her by Anita and gifted to the young girl a few days after you had come home with the newborn. Joe started patting his pockets, looking for his keys.

“Keys, keys, hey babe, have you seen my keys?” He asked, loudly yet quietly enough to not startle the half asleep one year old in his arms. Finding them on the counter that wasn’t cluttered with dough and flour, you grabbed them and held them up.

“Here. Catch!” You tossed the keys to him, which he expertly grabbed with his free hand. Putting them in his pockets, he grabbed the day bag and rushed over to press a kiss to your cheek.

“See you later this afternoon, babe.” He said. You smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Have fun. Tell the boys I say hi and I can’t wait to see them again.” You said. You then gently pressed a kiss to your daughter’s head. “I’ll see you later this afternoon, sweetheart. Be good for daddy and your uncles.” You said quietly. The toddler whined a bit and nuzzled her head into Joe’s neck. With that, Joe quickly left the house, leaving you to continue with the cake and await for Lucy to arrive with presents galore and the streamers, candle and birthday hat for Jessie. Dusting off your hands, to got back to work with waiting for the cake to be done baking so that you could get to icing it and decorating it.

~~~

At exactly 10:00 on the dot, a knock resounded on the door.

“One minute!” You shouted, dusting your hands off on your apron once again, you quickly rushed over to the door and opened it. A huge smile burst across your face when you saw your best friend.

“Hey!” You shouted, giving a quick hug to Lucy Boynton, the actress who played Mary Austin in Bohemian Rhapsody. Lucy smiled and kissed both of your cheeks. Seeing that her arms were full, you quickly took some of the load from her arms.

“Good morning. I’m not late, am I?” Lucy asked, walking into the house. You closed the door once again. Lucy took off her shoes, pushing them with her feet to settle beside your own. You shook your head.

“Nope. You’re right on time. The cake just came out of the oven. I’m just letting it cool and then we can get to decorating both it and the house.” You said. Lucy squealed in excitement.

“Yay! I can’t wait! Um, where should I put these?” She asked, gesturing to the seven presents gathered in her arms. You pointed to your and Joe’s room, just around the corner.

“You can set them in mine and Joe’s room for now,” you said, following after with the streamers, the candle, and the party hats. After setting all the party stuff down on the bed, the two of you made your way into the kitchen. The cake was sitting on a stand, already cool. Lucy sighed.

“Ugh! I can’t believe Jessie’s one year old now! It seems like only yesterday you had gone into labor and brought the little bundle of joy into the world!” Lucy said. You sighed and nodded.

“She’s getting bigger and bigger everyday,” You said. You quickly got out the icing and other cake decorations. The first cake you made was going to be a simple, white frosting with an assortment of sprinkles on top for Jessie. The other one you made was a two tier birthday cake that would be decorated with white frosting, some golden, circular sprinkles, and some pink swirls around the bottom. The batter was made with a little splash of Brandy, specifically for the adults to enjoy. You set out the frosting and sprinkles. Lucy clapped her hands.

“What can I do to help?” She asked. You sighed, resting a washed hand onto your forehead and sighed.

“Um, well, I want to start with Jess’s cake first, so it will be ready when they get back, so, um, you could start by taking the first cup of white icing and scooping it into a decent sized bowl.” You said, getting our the right bowl for her to use. Lucy nodded and got started.

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After four hours of decorating both cakes and carefully wrapping both cakes in plastic wrap to keep them from drying out in the fridge, as well as wrapping the presents in your and Joe’s room, you and Lucy were reclining in the living room, propping your tired feet up on the coffee table. The two of you were nursing some wine spritzers. A small glass of red or white wine with some soda water. You looked at the clock hanging above the kitchen.

‘It’s one o’clock,’ you thought. ‘Joe, Jessie and the boys should be here any moment.’ You thought. As if on cue, the door opened and the excited chatter of four men and the excited blabber of a one year old filled the house.

“Hey babe! We’re home!” Joe shouted. You gave a wave and a tired smile.

“Welcome home, babe.” You said. You set your wine spritzer down on the coaster, you got up and walked over to your husband and daughter. You gave Joe a kiss and then turned to your smiling daughter. Joe handed her to you. You gently lifted her over your head smiling. “Well hello, you spoiled birthday girl!” You said laughing. You brought her down to hold her close and pressed a kiss against her cheek. “Are you ready to celebrate your birthday with your family?” You cooed. Jessie let out a flurry of babbles and coos, which you took as a yes. Rami smiled and walked over, taking her from your arms, which you allowed. A few weeks before your due date, you and Joe had talked to Rami about being Jessie’s God Father. Rami was Joe’s best friend, and, should anything happen to either you or Joe, Rami would be the one to raise and take care of Jessie. Rami happily accepted. Though you and Joe didn’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.

“So, what shall it be, birthday girl? Cake or presents first?” Rami asked, smiling at his God Daughter.

“Bah, bah, bah, bah.” Jessie let out a few babbles in response. Rami leaned his ear towards Jessie, pretending to understand what she was saying, making everyone laugh.

“Oh, cake first and then presents? Well, as the birthday girl commands, to the kitchen!” Rami commanded, making Jessie laugh. The rest of you followed.

“Holy shit babe! This cake is awesome!” Joe said. You had carefully brought out the cake meant for Jessie, unwrapping it and setting it on the table.

Ben elbowed his friend in the side, making Joe wince and glance at Ben. “Ow, what the heck?” He asked.

“Watch your language in front of Jess, mate.” Ben scolded. Jessie was sitting in her high chair, happily laughing and clapping her hands. You chuckled and nodded, getting out some matches to light the candle.

“Ben is right, Joe. You should watch your language in front of Jess.” You said. Joe looked at you.

“Babe, come on. It’s not like she can hear us. Isn’t that right, Jessie, my little princess!” Joe cooed, gently tickling her tummy, making Jessie laugh. You chuckled.

“You never know, she could read lips.” You teased, making Joe stick his tongue out at you childishly. “Okay, are we all ready to sing?” You asked. A chorus of, “Yup”, “Go for it”, and “Ready when you are.” Resounded in the room. Rami walked over and dimmed the lights a little. Not enough to plunge the kitchen into darkness, but enough that the lit candle would stand out. Striking the match against the box, you held your hand in front of the flame, protecting it from the air. You then lit the number 1 candle, the flame lighting it instantly. Moving away from the candle, you waved the match back and forth to put out the fire.

“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday dear Jessie~ Happy birthday to you~” Everyone sang. You walked over to Jessie’s side.

“Let’s blow the candle out together, baby,” you said. “One, two,”

“Pthhhhhhhh!” Before you could even count to three, Jessie was spitting at the candle, trying to get the little flame to go out. This caused everyone to laugh, extremely hard. After recovering from your laughter, you leaned down next to your daughter again.

“Here, let mommy help.” With one swift breath, you blew the candle out. Everyone cheered and clapped. Joe cut a small square of cake off for Jessie, plating it and serving it to her. “Oh wait! Her bib!” You shouted, rushing over to the laundry room and grabbing her bib. You carefully slipped it around her neck, letting it rest against her chest to save the Queen Onesie from being attacked by a toddler with cake. Jessie immediately dug into the cake, smearing the icing all over her face and her hands. You clapped your hands. “Now, for the adult’s cake!” You cheered. Gwilym looked at you in shock.

“You made two cakes? How did you ever have the time?” He asked. You took the cake out of the fridge, carefully unwrapping it.

You winked at Gwilym. “A chef never reveals her secrets.” You teased.

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After much cake eating, Joe decided it was time to open presents. Joe sat in the middle of the living room, Jessie sitting in his lap. Lucy handed Joe what looked like a wrapped up stuffed animal.

“This one is from Anita and Brian. They’re very sad that they can’t be here, and they give their love and best wishes to the birthday girl.” Lucy said. Joe nodded and smiled at Lucy.

“Thanks Lu,” Joe said. He held the present in his hands. “Let’s open it together, shall we, Jess?” He asked. He started to tear the paper off then let Jessie do the rest, taking some of the paper away when it went towards her mouth. Once all the paper was removed, there lay a stuffed badger and a note.

‘Dear Jessie and Family. Brian insisted we send you this. This is from Brian’s Animal Sanctuary. We figured that, when mummy and daddy are away, Jessie would have a little friend to keep her company and to protect her from nightmares. It is for Jessie to name when she is old enough. Much love, Brian and Anita.’ Jessie stared at the stuffed badger in wonder then hugged it tightly. You gently placed your hand over your heart and pouted in happiness. Brian and Anita’s love still reached your daughter, even if they were miles away. Ben walked up and handed Joe a smaller package.

“This one’s from Roger and Sarina. It’ll make more sense once you open it.” Ben said, rolling his eyes a bit when handing Joe the package. Again, Joe opened the package a little bit then let Jessie open it all the way. Joe then burst out laughing, holding up a pair of drum set earrings.

‘When Jessie is old enough to pierce her ears, promise me you’ll take a picture of her wearing these, please? For her Papa’s sake? Love Roger and Sarina.’ You chuckled and took the earrings from Joe. Next up was Rami. He had gifted Jessie with some new, extremely fuzzy pajamas, each with their own fun little quote. Lucy gifted Jessie with some new nursery rhymes to read before bed each night. Ben gifted Jessie with some new hair ties and bows to put in her hair. And Gwilym got her a framed picture of the Borhap Cast with Brian and Roger. And finally, it was your turn to give your present to your baby girl. You handed Lucy your phone, which you had been using to take pictures through out the afternoon and the evening. You took an envelope from the coffee table and sat before Joe and Jessie. You fiddled with the letter.

“So, um, this is kind of a surprise for both you and Jessie, Joe,” you said. Joe looked at you confused. You handed him the envelope. Carefully opening it, he took the letter out of it and set the envelope to the side, out of Jessie’s reach. He opened it and read the contents. He then covered his mouth with a surprised gasp, a smile forming on his face. Ben looked at him, slightly confused.

“Well, what’s it say mate?” He asked. Joe cleared his throat and read the letter out loud.

“‘Dear Joe and Family,

My name is John Richard Deacon, the retired bassist for the band called Queen. I know that you looked forward to meeting me face to face, Joe, and I am still not willing to allow that. However, some friends of mine told me that it was the birthday of a certain Jessie and it would make her day if I wrote to her, so here I am writing to you all. I wish you all the best life. I pray that you all remain a happy family for the rest of your days. I also offer you this advice. When times get rough, either with Jessie growing up or tension between you and your beloved rise, Joe, always remember the unbreakable bond you all have. That bond is love. It was by this love that you and your wife first met. It was by this love that the two of you were married. And it was by this love that you brought Jessie into this world. I pray that this love and this relationship with your daughter makes you stronger, not only as individuals, but as a family as well. Happy birthday, Mini-Deacon. Best regards, John Richard Deacon.’.” Joe finished. The room was filled with silence until Ben broke it.

“Holy shit. I-I can’t believe you got a letter from the John Deacon!” He said excitedly. Joe glared at him.

“Hey, language mister!” He chided, causing everyone to laugh. A tired yawn caught the attention of the group. You smiled and walked up, picking Jessie up from Joe’s lap.

“I think someone is tired,” you looked at everyone. “Feel free to stay as long as you like, everyone. I’m going to put Jessie to bed and I’ll join you all shortly.” You said. You walked to Jessie’s room and got her dressed into one of her new pajamas, making sure to take the tags off. You gently lay her in her crib, laying the stuffed badger close to her. Turning on the baby monitor, you pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Good night, Mini-Deacon. Sweet dreams.” You whispered. You turned off the main light after turning on the night light and closing the door, keeping it cracked lightly. You knew that you were truly blessed. You had the best husband and the best daughter in the world.

~~~

@borhapgirlforlife19 I hope you like this. I really wanted there to be some interaction between John Deacon and the actor who portrayed him in the movie. I also thought it would be something nice to add in the end.

#joe mazzello x reader #requested

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justarandomwriterwriting · 2 years

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Fandoms I write/take requests for

If you dont see a character you want, you can still send in a request.

The Lost Boys

(poly, seperate) (stories, oneshots, headcanons)

David

Dwayne

Paul

Marko

Ghostbusters

(poly, seperate) (stories, oneshots, headcanons)

Egon Spengler

Ray Stantz

Stranger Things

(poly, seperate) (stories, oneshots, headcanons)

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Harry Potter/Fantstic Beasts

(poly, seperate) (stories, oneshots, headcanons)

Newton “Newt” Scammander

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Bloodties

(poly, seperate) (stories, oneshots, headcanons)

Henry Fitzroy

Michael “Mike” Celluci

Victoria “Vicki” Nelson

Good Omens

(poly, seperate) (stories, oneshots, headcanons)

Azirphale

Crowely

Star Trek

(poly, seperate) (stories, oneshots, headcanons)

TOS

S'Chn T'Gai Spock “Spock”

Jim Kirk

Bones

Checov

Scotty

TNG

Data Soong

Worf, son of Mogh”Worf”

Geord La Forge

Deanna Troy

Into Darkness

Spock

Kirk

Bones

Chekov

Scotty

The Hobbit/LOTR

(poly, seperate) (stories, oneshots, headcanons)

Bilbo Baggins

Thorin Oakenshield

Dwalin

Balin

Bofur

Beorn

Elrond

Thranduil

Lindir

Haldir

Marvel Studios

(poly, seperate) (stories, oneshots, headcanons)

(Tom) Peter Parker

(Andrew) Peter Parker

(Toby) Peter Parker

Doc Ock

Loki

Okoye

Queen/Bohemian Rhapsody

(poly, seperate) (stories, oneshots, headcanons)

Freddie Mercury

Freddie Mercury (Rami)

Brian May

Brian May (Gwilym)

Roger Taylor

Roger Taylor (Hardy)

John Deacon

John Deacon (Joe)

(stories, oneshots, headcanons)

Jareth

Star Wars

(poly, seperate) (stories, oneshots, headcanons)

Din Djarin

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

MISC.

David Bowie

The Volturi Kings (Aro,Caius,Marcus) (Twlight)

Henry Sturges ( Abrham Lincoln Vampire Hunter)

Shota Aizawa (My Hero Academia)

Alucard Tepes (Castlevania)

Alan Grant (Jurrasic Park)

Akhmenrah (Night at the Museum)

#fanfiction #request #jurrasicpark #twilight #star wars #startrek #queen #bohemian rhapsody #marvel #thehobbit #lotr #thelostboys #ghostbusters #goodomens #bloodties #harrypotter #fantastic beasts #stranger things

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straighttohellbuddy · 2 years

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yo yo yo the question list, number 1 and 2

(you probably have way too many things to choose from for number 1 but just instinctively what is your favorite thing you've done hehhe >:])

@strawberrymilkgeorge FIZZY BELOVED HOW COULD U DO THIS TO ME?? MAKE ME CHOOSE?? /lh

1: What’s your favourite creation of yours? And why?

Im going to do my overall favourite, and a fandom specific, I don't care if it's cheating you're right it's v hard to choose one 😅😅

I will get down on my knees and absolutely fucking BEG anyone who cares even a little about the actor Ben Hardy (X-Men Apocalypse, Bohemian Rhapsody) to read my favourite fic I've ever written;

heard your name in every love song

72k, completed Fem!Actor!Reader who plays one of the Horsemen in X-Men Apocalypse with Ben. Its literally the best thing I've ever written, I love every single thing about it with my whole entire heart!! Also it's not just romance focused, my favourite thing is watching the Reader's career just fucking take off. Also her friends; Merissa, Andrew, and Jamie are my 3 favourite side characters I've ever written. Good vibes, happy ending, PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU READ THIS FUCKING FIC

But okay, the fic that's come the closest to replicating that high for me is obviously

but you're talking in your sleep

I just get kind of overwhelmed with pride every time I read it, and I read it A LOT,, I wanna make it a comic, I want to make it a mini series, I never want to stop talking about it. Last night I found myself especially endeared by the friendship between Wilbur, reader, and Tommy, and how that all manifests differently to even their dynamics in duos 🥰🥰🥰

also every time I come back to once you say it out loud it can't be undone I feel like that anecdote about Queen's bass player where he's shitfaced and is like "this music's fantastic we should play stuff like this" and one of the others tells him "John this is our song" ... how did I write this fic? it just will always bewilder me how its literally 17k written and edited in 24 hours and it just ALWAYS SLAPS and feels so good and full and complete

2: A creation that came out completely different to what you had first pictured in your mind

If I work on a story long enough it usually always changes from the jumping off point. Most of my oneshots have the vibes I intended, but longer things tend to change a lot.

Actually you know a surprising one is midas, I had a few different versions of Ghost!Reader that I was half considering, and I still have like 1k of disconnected snippets in a draft, but for fun here's a good example of how different this Ghost!Reader was;

"It took me fucking dying to realise I was living for other people, following other people's orders, putting other people's lives before my own; what have I got to lose if I trust my own judgement? My life? Not anymore." Lip curling, the ghost with your name lets a cruel laugh escape them, "So I've decided that L'manberg is mine. The presidency; mine. And you know what? The Greater Dream SMP throne? I'll be taking that too."

THANK U FOR LETTING ME YELL ABOUT MY FICS!!!! LOV U!!!!!

#shut ur pretty mouth #your local homosexual with no chill

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liliah39 · 4 years

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How one that takes place during the nude photoshoot Queen did? And reader is a member of the band and she has to take her bra off for the shoot. And of course all the boys are going to stare at her. But Brian feels differently because he likes her and he gets a little jealous of all the boys staring at her. Then after the shoot is over Brian pins her against the wall and makes out with her and admits that he likes her and she says she likes him too and he keeps kissing her until Roger walks in

She Makes Me- (Brian May x Reader) Oneshot

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long!! Thank you all for being patient.

Warnings: Definitely some smutty scenes. Nothing really intense though.

Word Count: 1.6 K+ (I know it’s short I’m sorry guys :(( )

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As a part of the band, you never felt awkward around the guys even though you were the only girl. Everything just seemed normal. So you really didn’t think there’d be any problems with you doing the nude photo shoot. It was per Freddie’s request- his friend Mick Rock would be the photographer as he had been for all your other shoots. The other three guys weren’t thrilled about the shoot, but you felt like it’d be liberating- like it’d help to get rid of toxic masculinity. Before the shoot, Mick had pulled you aside.

“You know, Y/N. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I know. But I really do. And besides, you can’t just photograph ⅘ of the band and say you did a Queen photoshoot.” You laughed.

“Well, I guess you’re right there. But all the guys are stripping to their underwear. The whole point of this shoot is to have it be topless. I mean we’ll take the photos tastefully, but everyone on the set will probably, you know. See you.”

“That’s alright. I’m comfortable with the guys. It should be fine. Thanks though.” You smiled, heading to your dressing room to get ready.

Someone came in to do your hair and makeup, just lightly styling your hair and putting dark eyeshadow around your eyes as they’d done for the other four after applying your face makeup. As a woman, naturally you took longer to get ready than the guys, so by the time you had stripped to your black thong and put on your robe, the guys were already out on the floor practicing.

“This is stupid!” Roger sighed.

“Oh hush, you look fine, Darling.” Freddie huffed.

“We look stupid!” He sighed.

“I’ve got to admit, I’m with Rog.” Brian said.

“Well, if anything, we’re basically seductively touching each other in our underwear as we pose for pictures, so at least it shows how comfortable we are with each other.” John added, earning nods from the other members and yourself.

“Ah, look! Our princess has arrived!” Freddie proclaimed as he noticed your presence.

“Hi Fred,” You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Now let’s get this done.” You said as you took off your robe and threw it to the side, immediately silencing the bickering. The four of them were looking at you in awe. “What? I know this isn’t the first time you’ve all seen a woman.”

“Yeah, Love, but it’s the first time we’ve, y’know.” Brian blushed.

“The first time we’ve ever seen you naked, he means.” Roger added, his friend punching him because of his brash comment.

“I didn’t think it’d be a problem. We all basically live together.” You laughed awkwardly.

No one responded. They all just awkwardly stared at you, Freddie scratching the back of his neck.

“Alright then guys stop staring at her!” Brian exclaimed, slapping Roger on the back of his head.

“So are we taking the photos or not?” Mick asked.

“We’re taking the photos.” You said, walking over to stand in front of the backdrop.

Mick directed you to sit on a stool centered behind where Roger and Freddie sat with Brian and John behind your so it created levels. Everyone seemed slightly on edge, making you roll your eyes at their ridiculousness. You felt Brian tense up behind you. Little did you know, even though your arms and Freddie and Roger’s bodies covered your breasts, from his angle he could see everything.

Everything.

And being incredibly attracted to you, it absolutely killed him.

Throughout many poses, you were pressed up to the guys, facing them, or in the perfect viewing spot for them to see your almost entirely nude body, but as the hours of photo shoots progresses, they got more comfortable. When you had finished the last photo, and turned to the guys for celebratory high fives, you got one from all the boys except for Brian, who did everything to avoid you. To try to make you not look at him.

“Bri,” You teased, “Don’t you still like me?”

He stuttered to find a response, briefly turning toward you as he grabbed his robe, and then you noticed.

You knew the guys were well endowed, but there was no way he had that much of a bulge without being-

Oh.

He was hard.

And you were pretty sure it wasn’t because of one of the boys.

Well, that explains a lot.

You turned away awkwardly; not sure of what to say. You walked to your dressing room, not a moment later hearing the door to Brian’s slam shut next to you. Your mind was racing as you paced back and forth, still in your robe and thong.

Does he like me?

Why didn’t I say anything?

Does he know I like him to?

If we do anything, what will happen to the band?

You caught your reflection in the mirror, pulling yourself out of your head.

‘C’mon, Y/N. You’ve liked him for ages. Time to go get your man. You told yourself, walking out of your room completely determined to reveal your feelings to him. You knocked on the door next to you, only receiving a muffled, “Who is it?”

“Me,” you replied. “Can I come in?”

You heard him mumble a response as you opened the door. He’d put on a pair of trousers, but still had a shirt off as he looked out the window, a sad look on his face. Probably from the way everything had just played out between the two of you.

“Hey, Bri? I- um. I’m sorry.” You said, closing the door behind you as you slowly walked over to him.

He laughed in annoyance at your apology. “You’re sorry? I’m the one who should be apologizing. I'm the one who made a bloody fool of myself.”

“No you didn’t,” you smiled, placing a hand on his arm.

“What?”

“I just didn’t know what to say before, Bri. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, y’know?”

“Tell me what?” He sighed.

“That I feel the same way, silly.” You smiled.

“Yeah, right. And pigs can fly.” He scoffed.

“No, really-” he cut you off as he stood from the window sill from agitation, walking to the other side of you so that he was facing you, his body now closer to the door, as you were closer to the window.

“Say, Y/N, how do you even know if I have feelings for you?”

“Well- um, I, I kinda, you know. Saw it.”

“Oh my god,” he groaned in embarrassment, running his hands through his hair as his face turned red.

“Hey, hey,” you said, grabbing his hands to calm him down. “Like I said, I feel the same way.”

“Really?”

Instead of answering him, you decided to show him, reaching up to caress his face with one hand while the other laid on his chest as you closed the space between your lips. At first you could feel his shock, but he quickly closed his eyes and relaxed, his hands going around your waste as the kiss soon deepened.

“I’ve been dreaming of this day as long as I’ve known you,” he confessed through kisses.

You moaned at his confession as your lips reconnected once again, passionately moving as they intertwined perfectly. His hands found the tie of your robe, pulling it as his other hand helped it slide off your shoulders, stepping back a moment to admire your body.

“So perfect,” he whispered as he caressed your cheek in his hand. Another ran down your body, lovingly squeezing your breast and then continuing down your side and to the back as both his hands began to knead your ass, his lips reconnecting with yours as he groaned, “God, I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” Which made you giggle.

He pushed you into the walk to the left of the windows as you jumped up, your arms now around his neck and legs hooked around his waist, his hands still not leaving your behind.

He started to trail kisses up your jaw and down your neck, soon finding the spot that made you moan the most, your head quickly tipping back in ecstasy. Not a moment later you heard,

“Hey, Bri, are we still going to the bar in a few min-” as Roger burst through the door, shocked at the sight of the two of you, mouth hanging open in surprise.

You and Brian were equally as shocked as well, Brian turning so that he was still holding you, but he was facing Roger to conceal your breasts.

Brian finally broke the silence, “I’m, uh, kinda busy here, mate.” He laughed nervously.

“Uh, right, yeah.” Roger smiled, nervously laughing as he scratched the back of his head. “Alright I’ll go now, oh and hi Y/N.” He said, making you laugh as he closed the door behind him.

Brian turned you back to the wall as he smiled at you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he trailed kisses up your jaw and down your neck, seductively humming, “Now where were we?” Into the spot he was working on just moments before the two of you were interrupted.

Not a moment later the door opened again, “Oh, and by the way, I totally knew this was gonna happen. Like you two getting together, I mean.” Roger said upon his second entrance.

“Roger, leave!” The two of you said in unison as he slammed the door shut while muttering apologies, causing you and Brian to laugh before reconnecting your lips.

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A/N: That’s it! Thanks for reading lovies!

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emotionallydrainedtrash · 2 years

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader onshot where Joe surprises reader with a trip to the beach and while there, Joe has another surprise for reader? He proposes in a sweet and romantic way! ❤️

A/N Omg yes! Once again, I’m so sorry about the wait😭. I have the attention span of a goldfish istg. Here we go!

Love Of My Life

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Joe Mazzello x fem! reader.

Warnings: FLUFFF. Marriage proposal.

"I'm not complaining in any way but what gave you the idea to wake me up at 6'oclock in the morning to take me down to the beach?"

You stared at your boyfriend as he focused on the road. You'd been driving for 2 hours and it was coming up 8:30am. Joe had gently shaken you awake three hours before your alarm would've and told you to get ready for a road trip.

You'd sat up with bleary eyes to ask him where you were going and nearly pounced him when he replied with, "the beach." You loved the beach and he knew it, this knowledge allowing him to be able to pack your bags for you while you slept. After showering together, you'd eaten breakfast and then loaded your luggage into the car before taking off.

You currently sat shotgun with Master of Puppets blaring from the radio as you speed down the highway, awaiting the answer to your question. Joe shrugged before replying.

"I know you've been stressed out with work lately and we haven't been able to spend a whole lot of time together cause I've been away filming so I thought it might be nice for us to have a little getaway."

You were very satisfied with that answer and proceeded to play air guitar to yourself while Joe was inwardly much more panicked. While that was true, there was one crucial part he'd left out. A velvet ring box was currently tucked away in a hidden pocket and burning a hole through the bottom of his suitcase. As you continued to dance in your seat, oblivious to your boyfriend's internal crisis, you were also unaware of a certain Malek's car trailing a couple behind your own.

You laughed and pulled Joe yelling down onto the sand with you. He braced his arms by your head to stop himself before he fell on top of you. His big, brown eyes zeroed in adoringly on yours and all you could see in them was endless, genuine love and... a hint of nervousness? You sat up and cradled his face in your hands.

"Joe, baby, you look worried. Is everything okay?"

He stood up and held out a hand for you. You followed him as he moved the two of you to a picnic blanket covered in rose petals and a bottle of champagne in the corner. The sun was beginning to set, shrouding the world in a pink and gold haze. Joe stared into the distance off to the side of your head. He nodded, seemingly to himself and turned his attention back to you.

"I'm okay babe."

He took a deep breath and held your hands in his.

"Y/n. I have known you for 20 incredible years but it feels like I've known you my whole life. You're my other half, my best friend, my soulmate, although you'll have to fight Rami and Ben for those titles."

You giggled, eyes shining with anticipation. Joe continued.

"The day I met you would turn out to be the greatest day of my life, until the day I finally asked you to be mine. But now I'm hoping today will become the new greatest day of my life when I ask you to be mine forever. You make my life worth living and I don't want to live it without you. So, Y/n M/n L/n."

He got down on one knee and you gasped as he pulled the ring box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal the most beautiful ring you'd seen in your life.

"My beautiful, darling girl, will you do me the greatest honor of my life, and marry me?"

You nodded fiercely, too overwhelmed with love and emotion to speak.

"Yes? Really?"

"Yes! A million time over, yes! Yes I will marry you Joseph Francis Mazzello III."

Joe slid the ring on your finger and spun you around, laughing at the use of his full name and crying tears of pure, unadulterated joy. Through your tears you had failed to notice the slight flashing of a camera to your far left. Rami was crouched in the bushes with a Nikon and had been taking pictures the whole time.

What you thought had been a distracted gaze and self-assuring nod from your fiancé was actually a signal to his best friend to channel his inner paparazzi. You grinned at Rami and gave him a wave, still crying but the happiest you'd ever been. You would be marrying the love of your life soon. He kissed you once again and whispered his I love you's over and over like a mantra in your ear.

Best beach trip ever.

- Sarah💛

#joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello #joe mazzello oneshot #bohemian rhapsody

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hangjie · 5 years

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bohemian rhapsody. [ ben hardy ]

summary: ben receives the casting call to be in bohemian rhapsody

warnings: my lame attempt at fluff ;((

word count: 569

author’s note: bc i am unoriginal and literally have writer’s block huhu i suck. i love ben so much like uGh I LOVE THIS MAN!!!!

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i bounce my leg up and down in anticipation, staring at ben’s phone that was placed on the coffee table in front of us.

i feel ben shift his position beside me for the hundredth time since the past 30 minutes. frankie whines when he does so, forcing her to adjust from her comfortable position on his lap.

several months ago, ben auditioned for the role of roger taylor in the new upcoming biofilm about queen, ‘bohemian rhapsody’ and ever since they told ben that they would call sometime this month, we’ve both been anticipating the call.

i will admit that ben is a really good actor and he could get any role he wants, but i can’t help but be anxious for him. i know how much he wants his role and my heart would break if he didn’t get the part.

i hear ben sigh. “(y/n), we’ve been waiting for hours and they still haven’t called yet.”

“ben, darling, be patient. they’ll call you.”

“but what if they don’t?” he says, frowing. “i had a lot of hope and confidence that i’ll get the part, but i’m starting to honestly lose hope.”

i mirror the frown on his face and cup his cheeks with my hands. “ben, don’t be like that. the more you say things like that, the chances of it happening will increase.”

i press my forehead against his and move my hands to the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair. “plus, you have a lot of opportunities and have a bright future.” i softly kiss his forehead and side hug him, making sufe not to disturb frankie who is sleeping on his lap. “you’ll get it. trust me.”

he opens his mouth to say something, but before he could say anything, his phone rings.

we immediately turn our attention towards the vibrating cellphone on the coffee table and ben frantically stands up and picks it up. he looks at the screen and his eyes go wide.

“it’s them!” he says in utter surprise. “go answer it!” i say rather impatiently and motion for him to answer the phone. he finally presses answer and brings the phone to his ear. “h-hey,” he greets, anxiety evident in his voice.

i couldn’t hear what they were saying on the other line and it didn’t help that ben expression was the same all throughout the call. at one point of the call, i swear that i see his eyes twinkle in excitement, but i couldn’t be sure.

“sure. yeah, okay. thank you.”

he ends the call and he looks at me with no expression at all.

“so? what did they say?” i ask, expecting the bad news, but his face lights up and a wide grin plasters on his face.

“i got the part.”

i squeal in happiness and stand up to hug him, but he beat me to it and picked me up from the ground, spinning me around the living room as we both laugh out loud.

when he finally puts me down, i squeal once more and excitedly hug him. “i’m so proud of you, darling! i can’t wait to see you on screen,” i say against his chest.

“this is so surreal. i’m going to be playing as roger taylor.”

“well, you know what they say, fortune favors the bold.” ben chuckles and kisses me, smiling into the kiss.

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mercurymilkshakes · 3 years

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Enchanted | Joe Mazzello

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: joe mazzello x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): idk how award shows work lmao is that warning worthy?

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: joe never had trouble feigning polite smiles while at events like these. It is a welcome relief, though, when he meets you- and doesn’t have to fake those smiles.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): enchanted by taylor swift

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k

Award shows were fun for the most part. They were chances to make major connections and meet big names in whatever industry the awards were for; which, in this very particular case, was film.

Joe didn’t necessarily hate these events- more so mildly disliked them. He was an extrovert, of course, and was kind and genuine with every new person that greeted him and shook his hand- but tonight seemed particularly lonely and insincere, for no other reason than he felt as if every smile sent his way was fake and plastered on as a way to pass as polite.

That’s how people were at events such as these, and having gone to the show alone, Joe hadn’t seen a single person that he could have a genuine conversation with.

As Joe forced a laugh at another lame joke from the actor who’d attempted to strike up a chat with him, his eyes wandered among the crowd, searching for a familiar face that could be his saviour.

Then, just as he was about to give up hope on the task altogether, his eyes met yours from across the room.

He’s never met you before, he was sure he’d remember standing across from eyes like yours, but he did happen to recognize you.

You smile at him, dazzling, kind, and real.

He’s enchanted. Seeing you on the big screen could never do justice to seeing you in person, even when you were standing near the other side of the room.

You begin walking towards him, offering gentle nods and pats of the arms when you crossed paths with a friendly face.

Joe’s hands begin to shake, so he plays with the corner of the tablecloth in front of him, only mildly paying attention to the actor at his side as he stares at his plate.

He hears your voice before he meets your eyes, your tone playful and warm.

“Weren’t you that kid from Jurassic Park?” You ask, a teasing smile pulling at your lips as Joe stands to meet you.

He returned the look of mirth as he squinted and tilted his head, “Weren’t you that adult in Jurassic World?”

“Touché.”

Joe reaches out to pull out a chair for you, thanking whatever gods he could think of that his hands had calmed their nervous trembling.

He offered the seat to you, which you graciously took as Joe sat back in his own- not even bothered when he noticed the man who’d been talking at him for the past seventeen minutes had finally moved on to someone else.

You and he spoke softly, Joe chuckled at every joke and watched the way your eyes captured the reflection of the lights all around. He was enchanted by your voice, by your words- every breath you took was another wave of awe flooding his mind.

Even as the show properly started, you continued to whisper amongst yourselves- like children at the back of a classroom.

You shared stories, talked about your most recent projects, you teased and joked about dinosaurs.

Joe couldn’t remember a time he’d had so much fun at an event like this. It was relieving, like a breath of fresh air after years of being locked away. You brought out a side of him he loved, a side he couldn’t get enough of.

He was captivated.

Joe hadn’t had a single sip of the champagne they offered that night, but he felt like your presence was a better intoxicator anyway.

The night continued, the lights sparkled, the cheers were loud and electric. It was the same as any award show, but somehow the atmosphere was different. It was you, Joe knew, that was making him see it this way. It was magic.

He had been enchanted by you, and he kicked himself all the way to his car thinking about how he didn’t take the opportunity to ask you out.

Joe drove home, alone, mulling over and recalling the conversations you’d had, and the quip’s you shared.

He was still a bit red faced, he noticed, as he thought of you, and he knew your smile wouldn’t soon leave his mind.

Oh god, why hadn’t he asked for your number?

This thought didn’t leave his head. How could it? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Joe wondered what your favourite colour was, and your favourite warm beverage. He wondered if you preferred chocolate or vanilla, cats or dogs, fries or salad.

He wondered if you loved someone. He wondered if he even had a chance with someone like you.

That night he got home and his mind was reeling at the thought of you- so much so that he didn’t even change out of his suit before laying atop his bed sheets.

Staring at the ceiling, he cursed himself yet again for not saying more, for not asking you more questions when he had the chance.

As these thoughts permeated his mind, he loosened his tie and glanced at his phone as it lit up on the mattress next to him.

Joe brought the phone to his face, ready for another scam notification from his emails or announcement that someone he followed on Instagram had posted.

Instead, his heart stopped when he read the name that had been running through his head since he left the venue earlier that night.

It was a WhatsApp message from a friend of his who was also in the business of acting- and who, as Joe could recall, had worked with you before.

‘Y/N L/N is asking me for your contact, would you mind if I sent it?’

Despite being the picture of poetic discussion in person, Rami always had been very ‘to the point’ over text.

Joe tried not to seem eager in his response of ‘Yeah, sounds good!’

For the second time that night, his hands shook as he waited- for what, he wasn’t completely sure.

Then it happened.

An unknown number appearing in his messages, a giddy greeting, another corny dinosaur joke.

Joe laughed at that, adding your name to his contacts, returning the playful banter, and thanking his lucky stars that you seemed just as enchanted by him as he had been by you.

The way I did not re read this, oop. Anyway, joe could run me over and I wouldn’t even be mad. and for that matter so could taylor swift, enchanted is such a vibe -♠️

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youre-in-the-psycho-circus · 3 years

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Surrender | Roger Taylor

Pairing: Roger Taylor/Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of nudity but not in a sexual way, so much fluff your teeth may rot

Word Count: 4,324

Summary: The American leg of the ‘News of the World’ Tour has come to a close and Roger has found himself in quite a bit of pain from countless nights drumming. Only (Y/N) can help him surrender to the throws of relaxation to be rid of the stresses of touring.

A/N: Request from an anonymous reader. I hope you love it my lovely, I greatly enjoyed writing this one! Want to request your own one shot but don’t know where to start? Here’s a prompt list to help you get started!

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Touring was something that Queen had always loved doing since day one. There was something so satisfying about performing in front of a crowd that got the group of boys in the world’s hottest rock band buzzing every night. The four of them fed off the energy of the crowd each and every night, it energised them, kept them motivated, and dulled the ever growing pain of performing night after night. It was something they desperately needed, especially the later and later into the tour they got, this one especially, what with it ending so close to Christmas. Roger sighed as he and the rest of the band stepped off the plane at Heathrow Airport, glad to finally be home and have some peace for a while, only to be greeted by trows of screaming fans eager to welcome their boys home from their North American leg of their ‘News of the World’ tour. The boys smiled wearily at the crowd offering their silent thanks of support to the devoted fans that stood behind barricades guarded by police. They were all absolutely exhausted and it showed in their postures. They were clearly in much need of some well deserved rest and relaxation. But that would still be a few days off now with the stresses of the looming holiday hanging heavily over their heads like the London smog they had grown to know and love. The lads were followed by a team of people, pushing trollies of their equipment and personal luggage they had picked up from baggage claim as they made their way to the awaiting cars. Each of them politely waved at the crowd, soliciting even louder screams and cheers from the sea of fans as they were being acknowledged by their idols.

Unlike Freddie, Brian, and Deaky, however, Roger’s waves were few and far in between. It’s not that he didn’t want to wave to the fans, the exact opposite actually. He adored the attention. The staff surrounding the group day to day were always joking that of the four lads in Queen, Roger Taylor had been specifically made to be a rockstar. He ate, drank and slept the rock ‘n roll lifestyle on the daily. Roger drank in each and every scream, every slew of ‘I love you Roger’s, and would always take the time to talk to the occasional fan that stopped him on the street if he wasn’t in a hurry. But after almost two months of drumming two and a half hours every night atop rehearsals, sleeping on uncomfortable tour buses in odd positions, and partying every chance he got, it was no surprise that the drummer was the most stiff out of the four members of Queen. He was so incredibly sore by the end of the tour, no amount of paracetamol aiding in quelling the ever rising pain and swelling in his limbs, their tour doctor had his shoulders packed in ice leading up to shows in order to combat the rising levels of inflammation within them. Now, after their latest stint of travel, a ten and a half hour flight from LAX to Heathrow, Roger was ready to chop his arms clean off. It caused him so much pain to raise his arm at all to carry a bag let alone wave to the fans that had taken time out of their lives to welcome them home. Even still, biting harshly on the inside of his lip he raised his arm to offer his waves of thanks every so often so as not to be perceived as a complete dickhead.

The drummer sighed heavily as he was piled into the van that would be dropping the band members off at their respective homes, leaning back in his seat as he closed his eyes behind his prescription sunglasses. “Ugh…” He groaned unable to lift his arms to rub his face let alone grab his seatbelt.

“Not in much of a ‘rockstar’ mood today, are we Roger?” Brian teased as he climbed into the backseat.

“Fuck off already will ya?” Roger grumbled, groaning as he raised his hands to rub at his shoulders through his thick fur coat.

“Arms still hurting you?” Deaky asked, poking at the drummers shoulder from his seat behind him as they waited for Freddie, friendly as ever to the fans, to finally make it to the car.

“No amount of paracetamol could quell the vast amount of pulsating agony I’m feeling in my shoulders at the moment.” Roger whined like a wounded dog. “I’m so desperate to feel anything else I’m half considering slamming my hands in the car door.”

Brian laughed. “Please don’t. We’d all be out of a job if you did that.”

“Though we might get a nice payout if he did.” John smirked with a cheeky wink. “We are still technically on tour right now, he’s insured.”

The drummer rolled his eyes with a snide laugh as Freddie finally piled into the van closing the door behind him. “I don’t know about the three of you, but I’m ready for a long rest.” Freddie commented with a sigh as he too, like the other three, slumped tiredly in his seat.

They all grumbled in agreement as their driver got into the car. “Where to first?” The driver asked turning to their day to day manager Paul Prenter who sat in the passenger’s seat.

“Well, I think Freddie should be…”

“Not a fucking chance Prenter, I’m closest, I demand to be dropped off first.” Roger snapped at him making the rest of the band grumble at his loudness.

“Just do as he says before he starts shouting again…” Freddie mumbled reaching up to rub at his aching temples.

“Alright then...to Roger’s then.” Paul rolled his eyes with a grimace giving the driver the address.

The drummer struggled to get his luggage out of the back of the van. It wasn’t that it was heavy or anything, between the lactic acid that continued to build in his shoulders, and the incredible jetlag he felt, the poor drummer just didn’t have the strength. He let out a wince as he lifted his main suitcase from the back dropping it to the pathment with a thud. He said his goodbyes to the rest of the band, flipping off Paul for good measure before the van was off again. Roger watched a moment as it disappeared down the street. He blinked a few times behind his sunglasses as he tried to muster the strength to pick up his bags again when he was practically tackled. He let out a yelp of surprise as he stumbled forward, thinking he was getting attacked by an overzealous fan. It wasn’t until he heard that melodic voice he had missed hearing in person for the last two months did he breathe a sigh of relief, it was simply his overzealous girlfriend, (Y/N). Roger’s hands slowly and painfully moved up to clasp lovingly to her arms that held him tightly around the neck from behind, he closed his eyes as he turned around to pull her into the best, bone crushing hug he could manage with his rising stiffness. “You’re home!!” (Y/N) whimpered happily into the crook of his neck and she repeatedly kissed his cheeks. Roger took a deep breath, breathing in her scent for the first time in what felt like years. It was so unbelievably calming to his senses, and actually helped to ease his pain in the slightest bit. “I missed you so much…”

Roger pulled back the slightest bit to kiss (Y/N) properly for the first time since right before stepping on the plane to the US back at the beginning of November. His senses were set alight by the sparks of energy and love that shot between them at the contact of her lips to his. It amazed the drummer every time, no matter how much time had been spent apart, that spark would be just as strong and fresh as it had been the first time they shared it. He felt his heart flutter in his chest as he felt hers, heaving with life at his touch, move against his. It always felt unreal this initial moment of reconnection, he felt absolutely drunk off her love that for a brief moment, he completely forgot about his pain as he pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head before reaching a hand up to gently caress her cheek with his thumb. His eyes, sparkling like the salty sea on a clear day met her kaleidoscopic, hypnotic, effervescent (e/c) orbs. “Not a day went by that you weren’t on my mind. I love you so fucking much…” He mumbled into her neck as he held her close to him again. “God, did I miss you (Y/N)…”

“You’re home now...that’s all that matters.” She smiled, running a hand soothingly through his golden locks.

Roger pulled back to smile at her, only now registering that she was outside in only a thin shirt and a skirt. “Love, if you stay out here dressed like that much longer you’ll catch your death! Let’s get you inside.” He smiled.

She let out a giggle, stepping back from the drummer so he could pick up his bags. “I’m not worried, I’ve got you now to warm me up now.” She winked playfully.

Roger smirked cheekily as he leaned down to grip the handles of his bag. “Well who am I to ignore the requests of a beautiful woman?” He chuckled as he moved to pick up his bags. The drummer let out a wince, immediately dropping his bags back to the ground with a strained breath to combat the sudden wave of pain he felt at his attempt to lift the heavy suitcase. “Fuck…” He mumbled.

“Rog! Are you alright?” (Y/N) worriedly asked with her brows furrowed in concern as she leaned down to place a hand on the drummer’s shoulder, looking intently at him. “It’s your shoulders, isn’t it?” She asked him, perturbation evident in her voice as flurries of snow danced into view on the bitterly chilled, whispered winds of winter. They floated silently around the pair, lodging themselves elegantly in her (H/C) locks, sitting atop her head like a tiara. This wasn’t the first time Roger had been like this post-tour and neither of them thought it would be the last either. Roger looked up at her, the vexation she felt at the forefront of her gaze as she stared uneasily at the drummer. He nodded, the slightest bit of shame rising to the forefront of his mind. Here he was, macho man Roger Taylor, the bad boy rockstar, the one who was supposed to protect the woman before him he loved more than life itself, a whitering, whining mess, filled with too much pride to verbally express how horribly stiff he truly was. “Roger, don’t you dare fight me on what I’m about to say, you stubborn mule.”

“Hey…” He chuckled in offence, a soft smirk of pride for his girlfriend plastered over his features. She gave him a look daring him to test her making him playfully roll his eyes. “Alright, you have my word.”

“You go on into the house, love, I’ll get these.” She nodded her head toward the door.

“But…” He tried to argue.

“No but’s about it, Roger, you’re in pain, and I will not have you injuring yourself any further only two days before Christmas.” (Y/N) gently scolded him. “Now get inside...please. I’ve got this.” She smiled softly, reaching out to gently caress his cheek. Roger’s heart fluttered within his chest once again, his skin alight in a blaze of glory at her touch, he could never say no to that smile. He nodded in defeat letting go of his bags before standing straight up again, leaning softly into her touch. “That’s my favourite drummer.” She cooed softly. “Go on then, I won’t be long.” She smirked, playfully smacking his bum as he passed her heading up the steps into their terrace house. The drummer struggled to pull off his coat and hang it up on the coat rack as he watched his girlfriend carry his heavy bags one by one, up the steps into the foyer. He locked eyes with her, his sadness and disappointment at himself for having put her in a position where she had to do something like that for him evident in his gaze. She smiled softly as she closed and locked the door behind her once all the bags were off the front stoop. “Don’t give me that look. I know you’re not doing it on purpose, love.” She smiled walking up to him to place her arms around his neck, he with his hands on her hips, unable to reach any higher than that. (Y/N) stood on her toes before leaning up to plant a soft kiss to his lips as her hand ran over the overly tight muscles in his neck. The drummer let out an audible groan at the feel of it. She pulled back, the concerned look etched into her (E/C) orbs once again. “Wow...you’re really knotted up there….” She breathed.

Roger turned his gaze downward resting his head on her shoulder to give her better access to the knotted muscles. “Months on the road will do that to you…” He mumbled softly.

(Y/N) went silent for a moment, but Roger could still hear the gears turning in her head. She pulled back ever so slightly before taking his large, calloused hands in her small, soft ones. She smiled sweetly at her favourite person in the world. “Come with me.” She spoke barely above a whisper before leading him to their bedroom, sitting him down on the bed before heading into the bathroom. She turned on the taps in the bath, putting the stop in the drain, adding some epsom salts, essential oils and a little bubble bath for good measure before heading back into the bedroom where Roger sat confused.

“Drawing me a bath?” He asked as she slowly started to help him out of his navy button up. “Love you really needn’t trouble yourself.”

She smiled again, rolling her eyes before placing a hand on either of his cheeks gently caressing the skin with her thumbs before reaching up to gently stroke an out of place blond lock back into his hair. “Roger, you’ve been gone nearly two months, and you’re in pain. Would you please let me take care of you…?” (Y/N) asked sweetly, enough to rot his teeth. “You said you wouldn’t ignore the requests of a beautiful woman.” She smirked softly, using his words against him which spawned a soft grin to slowly stretch from ear to ear, gently crinkling the skin around his ocean orbs as he surrendered to her touch.

“Only if you join me.” He smiled a hand reaching up to rest on her hip.

“Whatever the patient wants.” She smiled as she continued to help him undress. Roger watched as she slowly undressed before him, putting on the tiniest of shows to amuse him but not arouse him. The drummer’s eyes, of course, were practically popping out of his skull. If it hadn’t been from his erratically throbbing shoulders, he would’ve grabbed her and had his way with her right then and there. After all they had two months of lost time with each other to make up for. When they were both in their birthday suits, (Y/N) reached out for his hand again before leading him into the bathroom where the water in the tub was just reaching the perfect height. She turned off the tap before climbing into the steaming, bubbly water, settling herself against the wall before looking at Roger expectantly.

The drummer raised a curious brow as he stared at her. “But I usually hold you.” He stated as he tried to figure out her plan.

She smiled softly, reaching out for him, silently coaxing him into the tub. “Sometimes you just need to be held.” She explained as he carefully stepped into the tub, careful not to squish her before settling herself between her legs. Slowly, though not without hesitation, the drummer leaned back against his (H/C) girlfriend, the shorter of his blond locks atop his head gently tickling her cheek. He sat there, still tense, not really sure what to do. If it were the other way around, like it normally was, he’d be busying himself by playing with her. He wasn’t used to being in front and it showed. This made (Y/N) giggle as she soothingly ran her hands over his upper arms pulling him gently into her chest and pushing him downward until only his head was above the water, gently resting it on her shoulder. “Close your eyes, love, relax. It’s alright, you’ve earned this....” She soothingly spoke to him. Roger looked up at her with a bit of confusion, doubt laced in his eyes before slowly closing them as she requested. “That’s it, love, just like that. Deep breaths now.” She guided him as she continued to run her hands over his arms. The drummer did as instructed, letting his senses take him away to the edge of pure bliss and relaxation. The feel of his beloved's hands running up and down his arms, and her body pressed firmly against his back. The sounds of her steady breathing, which she was exaggerating ever so slightly to coax him into a soothing, easy, relaxing rhythm. The heavenly scents of lavender and jasmine, laced into the bath via essential oils, floating up into his sinuses, slowly releasing the dopamine and endorphins of being with (Y/N) he had been missing for months now. (Y/N) looked down at the drummer, watching as the muscles in his face slowly began to surrender to relaxation. “Just let go of all the tension you’re storing, surrender Roger…” She cooed to him.

One by one, Roger felt his muscles begin to relax as the oils cleared his mind, the heat of the water and her body behind him began to seep into his overly tired and tangled muscles, allowing him to fully relax into a state of pure bliss he hadn’t felt since the night before he left. He sighed happily, the softest of smiles turning up at the corners of his lips as her fingers ghosted over his abdomen. They sat in silence, simply enjoying one another’s presence as Roger felt the weight of the tour literally begin to lift from his shoulders as the pain started to melt away from his body. After a while, (Y/N) gently wetted the drummer’s hair before reaching for her lavender shampoo that sat on the edge of the tub. She poured a little bit of it into her hands before slowly and soothingly rubbing it into Roger’s golden locks. He groaned happily as her nails softly scratched at his scalp cleaning the dirt, grime, worry, and woes of the tour from him. Once the soap had been washed from his hair they sat for a few more minutes before (Y/N) was gently coaxing him from his near fast asleep state. “Come on, love, time to get out.” She smiled down at him as he opened his eyes. He seemed so much more visibly relaxed than he had a half hour prior as he smiled up at the (H/C) woman behind him. She had him sit up as she pulled herself to her feet, helping him up and out of the tub like he always did for her when the roles were reversed. She reached for one of the clean, fluffy towels in the cupboard before proceeding to dry the drummer’s body, securing it around his waist. She grabbed another smaller towel before ruffling his hair with it to soak out some of the wetness, telling him to go on into the bedroom and sit on the bed as she dried herself off.

Much more relaxed than he had been before, Roger obliged with no argument, perching himself on the edge of the bed after throwing on a pair of black boxer briefs. He watched with a soft smile as (Y/N) emerged from the bathroom before proceeding to their wardrobe, pulling on a pair of black lace knickers and one of his black button ups. He absolutely adored seeing her in his clothes, she always made them look so much better than he could ever hope to make them look. She grabbed a small bottle before walking over to him, standing between his legs. “Lay down, Rog, face down.” She commanded with a smile.

“(Y/N), love, you really…” He started before she gently silenced him by pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

“I don’t need to, but I want to.” She smiled at him. “Come on then.” She said, helping him to position himself so he was comfortable and relaxed before straddling herself over his hips.

Roger chuckled softly. “If I knew you were going to straddle me, I would’ve stayed face up.” He smirked as he heard her click open the bottle of lavender scented lotion before warming the liquid between her hands.

She giggled softly leaning down to press two tender kisses to both his shoulders and one to the back of his neck, making him sigh happily. “There’ll be plenty of time for that now.” She giggled. “Just relax now, love, surrender to the pure bliss.” Slowly she placed her hands to the back of his neck making long, deep, soothing strokes along his knotted muscles, warmed and malleable from the bath. (Y/N) was determined to help her boyfriend relieve the stresses of Queen’s latest excursion. Roger groaned happily, surrendering completely to her touch as she slowly worked her way downward, working her way over his neck to his tight shoulders. He had been expecting the massage to hurt a lot more than it actually did as she slowly worked the knots out of his overly tense muscles. She focused on one shoulder, initially before turning to the other, giving it the same attention before working her way back and forth between the two until the knots were completely gone. (Y/N) smiled as Roger would occasionally let out a groan of pleasure as she worked out a particularly tender spot until the pain he had felt was but a distant memory. She did the same for the rest of his back slowly working her way downward before moving to focus on each of his arms.

Roger was good at laying completely limp as she manipulated his arms and hands. He wasn’t sure how long he had laid there, the experience as a whole felt like only a few minutes to him but it had, in fact, been about forty-five minutes. He hadn’t felt this blissed out for as long as he could remember. His eyes slowly fluttered open as she woke him with a soft kiss to the cheek. It was moments like this that reminded Roger exactly why he loved (Y/N) so much. She would always go out of her way to take care of him like this, make him feel special, help him feel better when he was in pain or upset or angry. She would rarely raise her voice at him and when she did, it was usually because he deserved it. But right here in this moment, that made the drummer realise that he’d never be able to imagine his life without the (H/C) locked, shimmering (e/c) orbed woman beside him doing everything she could to make him feel better. “Welcome back.” She teased gently, softly placing her lips to the tip of his nose.

“You have the hands of a goddess…” He praised her, smiling softly up at her as he rolled onto his side before pulling her down to lay next to him. He reached up, considerably and noticeably less stiff than he had been previously, to run his fingers soothingly through her (H/L) (H/C) locks. He gently twirled a strand of her hair between his nimble fingers as his eyes connected with hers. His breath hitched ever so slightly in his throat as he saw them glint with absolute adoration and love for the drummer. “How did I ever get so lucky to have a woman like you in my life.” He wondered aloud as she leaned in to gently lean her forehead against his, letting out a happily content sigh.

“Just luck I suppose.” She smiled softly, resting a hand on the side of his neck.

Roger smiled softly, leaning in to gently kiss her, soothingly running a thumb over her cheek like she had done for him so many times that evening. “I’d like to think of it more as destiny...I surrendered for the first time to what my heart was telling me the night I met you...and I couldn’t be more elated to have you in my life.”

(Y/N) blushed slightly, pulling her gaze away from Roger’s. “You’re just saying that…” She smiled bashfully as he grabbed her chin between his pointer finger and thumb, turning her gaze back to meet his.

He shook his head with a smile. “I love you (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)...more than anything else in this entire existence.” He gently pulled her in for another kiss. “And I’ll spend every day of the rest of my life showing you just how much I love you…”

She smiled gently kissing him again before nestling her head down in the crook of his neck as he held her close. “I love you too Roger Taylor….more than life itself.” Slowly the pair, relaxed as only they could ever be in each other’s embrace. They drifted off into a much needed slumber, dreaming of the future and what it would hold for them, so long as they continued to surrender to the siren songs the other’s heart was singing specifically and only for the other.

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Domestic life; Ben Hardy x reader

*Author’s note*

Here is a cute little drabble request I got from my Wattpad account, I had hoped to have also posted this yesterday but oh well (I mean the fic doesn’t really revolve around Valentine’s day but it’s still fluffy enough to be counted as such). So enjoy this sweet little drabble.

Warnings: Fluffy till your teeth rot. Lockdowns due to COVID (BUT THAT’S IT. Just the word and mention of just lockdowns in general).

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I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, even though I didn’t want to. My arms raised over my head as I let out a tired groan and stretched myself out and let out a soft yawn. I then looked over to my left and saw the man of life sleeping right beside me. His golden locks looked like a halo under the rare chance we had a sunny day in London.

His tattoos exposed from his nightshirt, my favorite of course being his lion nose and mouth tattoo. Those soft cute snores that came off his lips (even though he tries to deny it), and his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath he took. I raised my hand up and couldn’t help but lightly stroke the shape of his tattoo, very faintly tracing the curve of the nose, sliding my finger down the straight line before swaying across the bottom curve of the mouth.

“You know we could get you a matching set.” Ben’s sleepy baritone voice spoke up. I looked up at him and said.

“If we did it’d have to be washable. You know how I am around needles.” He chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in closer. “Did you sleep good?”

“I slept great. You?”

“Like a rockfish.” He placed a kiss to my forehead and we just looked into each other’s eyes. “So what shall it be today?”

“Well you know WandaVision premieres today so wanna check it out?”

“I still can’t believe you made me binge the entire MCU movies during our lockdown.”

“And you loved it admit it. Hell Benny boy you were in the Marvel Universe. Granted it was solely owned by Sony before Disney bought the rights but it’s still the Marvel fandom.”

“So after that, then what shall we do?”

“Well we really can’t go anywhere so……wanna just have a lazy day in? No work out day, order take out for our three meals and maybe—fool around?” I teased with a wink.

“You are a cheeky mix.” He then captured my lips with his.

“Yes but—you did asked me to marry you. Which I’m surprised by the way.”

“What do you mean?” he asked as he began to kiss down my neck.

“Don’t act stupid Ben. I know about that affair with Joe and your little side hustle with Gwil. I swear it’s like I married 3 men instead of 1.”

“You knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to marry me.” He said as he hovered over me.

“Yes I know.” He chuckled as he pecked my lips. Then again, and again and again. I giggled and playfully pushed him off of me and said. “Alright you human golden retriever.”

“You know that if I were going to be a dog, I’d be a beagle like Frankie.”

“Nah you’re a golden retriever. Silly, goofy, and loving all the way.” I bopped his nose before getting up and headed downstairs to let Frankie out into the backyard to go pee.

As soon as she saw me, she got out from her bed and I greeted her with a ruffle and scratch on her head.

“Hey there baby girl, ready for breakfast?” her head cocked to the side as her tail began wagging softly. “Come on let’s have breakfast.” She got out of her bed and trailed me to the kitchen. I reached in and grabbed her dog food and dumbed a good amount into her dog bowl and she immediately started scarfing it down.

I began preparing breakfast and as I cracked the last egg, I felt Ben’s arms wrap around me and felt a kiss at my temple.

“You make the best omelets ever.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” I teased him.

“Who says I’m trying to flatter you? I’m stating pure fact.” I smiled at him.

“Well how about you give me a hand here instead of just standing there looking pretty.” He chuckled softly and saluted to me.

“Just tell me what to do Captain.” I then told him what to give me next and I proceeded to finish making the omelets.

Once they were done, Ben and I went over to the living room and I started up Disney+ to play the first 2 episodes of WandaVision.

“Okay so remind me again, is this before or after Endgame?” asked Ben.

“I wanna say this is after Endgame. Again I’ve been a little confused as to the timeline or what exactly is the time period here. All I know is that it’s like a sitcom now. And I can see that they’ve definitely gotten the exact cinematography down. You see how it’s a full screen and them using a single camera.”

“God I love it when you talk cinematography like that.”

“Sorry if I come across as annoying while we watch this.”

“No, no, no, no, no it’s fine. Really. It means you’ve got a good eye for camera angels. Remember when Dexter allowed you to film us when we were doing the We will rock you scene?”

“It was only for 10 minutes while he went to talk with the costuming department and to get him his 10th cup of coffee.”

“Still, he was amazed at the fact you helped with blocking and what you had already filmed. So much so we had it in the film.” I softly smiled and we continued to watch the episode, then watched the second one.

As the day went on, Ben and I kept watching various films as well as taking Frankie out for her walks. The sun was just starting to set and Ben said.

“Alright one last movie of the day, I feel like if I keep eating more popcorn I won’t be able to fit into these sweats anymore.”

“I wouldn’t mind that. Whether you have a 6 pack or a bit of a pooh bear tummy, I’d love you either way.” He blushed at my compliment and scrunched himself into a ball as I poked his tummy.

“Alright so what shall our last movie be tonight?”

“Well, how about we do Gwil’s movie Top End Wedding?” Ben pondered before saying.

“Okay. Any reason why?”

“Well I—he and I may have talked about that shortly after it came out and I might have told him I’d already seen it when actually I didn’t.” I wearily said.

“Oh I see so you-you lied to my best mate about a movie he was in and wanted your opinion on.”

“Oh coming from you Mr. Oh yes I’ve drummed since I was 12!” I sassed back at him. He shushed me and covered my mouth with his hand. I pushed his hand away from my mouth and said. “So can we watch it? I’ve been busy and you know it.”

“Yeah I know love, you know I was just teasing.” He wrapped his arm over my shoulder and switched over to Hulu now and we found Gwil’s movie. I’ll admit it took me by surprise (I mean based off the trailers I’ve seen it pretty much told the whole story) but the humor and message it sent out really spoke volumes that no other romcom has ever done before.

Plus the aerial shots were just amazing. The way the cameras would pan over the river or the ridges, you can’t fake that breathtaking view with CGI. After the movie was over, I let out a soft yawn.

“You tired?” questioned Ben. I nodded, barely able to keep my eyes open any longer. “Alright, come on then you. Let’s get you into bed.” I moaned softly and held my arms out.

“Carry me.” I heard him chuckle but I felt him lift me up in his arms bridal style and he carried me all the way to our bedroom.

He set me down on the bed and cuddled up close to me before putting the duvet over us. I automatically placed my head over his chest and placed my arm over his stomach while his arms came around me.

“I had fun today.” I said as I nuzzled into his chest.

“Me too. It’s nice to just kick back and relax for the day. Thank you babe.”

“Anything for my handsome boy.” He kissed the top of my head and soon the two of us cuddled closer (even though I don’t know how much closer we could be at this point) to one another till finally we fell fast asleep.

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