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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 5 months

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could you please do a BoRhap request? Where she looks after the guys during recording since her family owns Rockfield Farm and they love her cooking? But the guys (minus Fred who has Mary) all fancy her too?

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SOMEBODY TO LOVE

Pairings: John + Roger + Brian x Fem!reader Summary: ^^ Warnings: none, I don't think Note: I did my best guys, I'm sorry

a knock came to your door as you finished up breakfast

you left the kitchen and went to the front door

you opened the door to see a blonde with long hair with sunglasses on

he was wearing dark, slightly flared jeans, a yellow v neck shirt underneath a greeny grey jacket with fur

behind him was a short haired brunette with a mustache

he pushed the blonde out of the way and held out his hand

"hi, I'm paul, this is Roger, From Queen" he introduced

of course you knew Queen was coming to your family's farm, it wasn't like you didn't know who they were and wouldn't let them in, it's just that you felt Rogers gaze planted on you and it made you feel a little nervous

"you're not" Roger scoffed quietly

"yes, of course, come in, are the rest here too?" you asked, stepping out of the way to let them in

"they're sorting out their luggage" Roger answered, taking off his glasses

"well, I made breakfast..if you're hungry?" you smiled tightly

"depends what you're serving" Roger smirked and looked you up and down

"pancakes" you responded quickly

"yeah, I could eat"

he followed you to the kitchen and he took a seat, shovelling food onto the plate in front of him and started eating

a few minutes later Roger had finished his plate and went back for seconds

"ah there you are Freddie" Paul spoke up, noticing the other three band members by the door

"we're also here mate" the tall, long curly haired brunette said, seeming annoyed by Paul's presence

"should I show you boys to your rooms?" you wondered, breaking the silence that filled the room

The three boys standing at the door all turned to you

"didn't know the farm came with a pretty lady" the curly Brunette smiled

"oh I'm Y/n. this is my Family's Farm. I live in the building beside this one, I'm just here to show you around"

"are those pancakes for us?" the auburn haired one said

"oh, yes! you can have as many as you want" you pointed to the mountain of pancakes you had made on the counter

"they are delicious" Roger said with a mouthful of food

"well I'm Brian, This is Fred and John and I see you've already met Rog"

"it's a pleasure to meet you guys"

"pleasure's all ours darling" Freddie beamed

"well I'll show you your rooms then" you said taking off your apron and leading them upstairs

"it's probably not what you're used to but your manager said it was perfect to get away from distractions so" you shrugged

you turned to face the boys and see Roger first

"you're in here. mister Taylor" you looked to the first door

"right" he grunted, walking into the room with his heavy luggage

"and that's yours, Mister Mercury" you pointed to the room in the corner to the left

"thank you darling"

"Mister May, yours is right here" pointing to the right side next to the bathroom

Brian walked into the room and you noticed John still standing on the top of the stairs

"oh, sorry. mister Deacon, you're downstairs" he walks back down the stairs and you lead him down to the room.

"I know it's small but it doesn't get nearly as cold as the other rooms" you informed him

"okay..." he frowns as he steps down

"well I'll let you get settled then, i'll show you and the band around when you're ready" you smiled, starting to go up the stairs

"are there still pancakes?" he asked, putting his luggage down on the bed

"oh yeah, they'd probably still be warm too" you answered

he soon started following you up the stairs to the kitchen to find all the other members of the band eating the pancakes

"Rog really didn't lie, these pancakes are delicious" Brian hummed

"we need more syrup" Roger lifted up the empty bottle of maple syrup

"oh..ok" you walked over to the fridge as John took a seat and started eating the food

"here you go" you grinned, putting the syrup on the table in front of them

it's been a few days since they've arrived and much to your surprise, you've seen more of them then you expected

you didn't think you would see much of them, you thought thy would be very busy and you didn't have a problem with that

but Roger, Brian and John all seemed to want you around them

Roger would casually flirt with you

Brian would always start up a conversation or make you help with with a lyric

and John would subtly make eye contact and smile before coming up to you to ask for suggestions

and they would all ask if you could cook them up something when they got hungry and said they liked your cooking, so much so that there would be barely any left for Freddie or you.

Roger was currently helping you make breakfast while Brian and John sat and ate while they discussed songs

"i put my heart and soul into this song" Roger spoke up as they talked about his new song he made

"no one is disputing that" John smiled, lifting up his fork

"and you don't like it because you want your songs on the album" Roger fought

"it's not that Roger" John denied

"then what is it?" the blonde raised his eyebrows as he stopped cutting bread

"I'm in love with my car?" Brian spoke up

you fought back a laugh at the thought of the song

Brian and John both made a questionable face as silence filled the air

"maybe it's not strong enough?" Brian suggested

"what does that even mean 'not strong enough'?" Roger frowned

"I know I'm late. What did I miss?" Freddie came in and poured himself some tea

John straightened his back and looked at the singer "discussing Roger's car song"

"is it strong enough, that's all I'm asking. If I'm on my own here, then i apologise" Brian put his hands up defensively

"how does your new song go, then, hm?" Roger walked over and grabbed Brians lyrics

"you call me sweet.. like I'm some kind of cheese" the drummer read out

you stifled a laugh as you cooked bacon

"it's good" Brian defended, looking at the John who was eating a sausage with a smile and Freddie who was stirring his tea

"wow" Roger sighed sarcastically

"is that-, is that you know- when my hand's on your grease gun..That's very subtle isn't it?" Brian read Rogers back

"it's a metaphor, Brian" Roger argued

"it's just a bit weird Roger, what exactly are you doing with that car?" John spoke, waving his fork around

"what do you think, Y/n?" Roger turned to you, looking for backup

you put the now cooked bacon on a plate and turned to the boys

"don't turn to me, I'm not getting involved" you shook your head

"children please, we could all murder each other but then who would be left to record this album?" Freddie butted in

"statistically speaking, most bands don't fail, they break up" John stated mater-of-a-factly

"why the hell would you say something like that?" Freddie frowned

John shrugged and Freddie turned back to the Blonde

"Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen" Freddie informed the drummer before walking out

"you know why you're angry, Roger?" Brian began again

"...why?" Roger breathed out

"'cause you know you're song isn't strong enough" the curly headed man repeated

"boys I really don't think you should be-" you started to say but cut off by Roger throwing bacon at Brian's face

"is that strong enough?" Roger questioned

"ok" you mumbled, looking at John, who smiled at you amusingly

Roger pushed off plates and glasses off the table angrily

"what about that?!" he asked before going over to find something else

"Hey!" you yelled at Roger, who grabbed a pot of Coffee

he turned and began to swing it at the two boys before he stopped as they put their hands up

"Not the coffee machine!?" they both yelled

Roger put the coffee machine down and you sighed looking at the mess

"I'll clean this up" he sighed after a moment of silence

"you sure are" you nodded sternly

you sat in the recording room on the couch with John and Roger as Brian got ready to record his guitar

Roger slung his arm around your shoulder as Brian got set up

"so..how about we go get dinner later" he suggested

"pardon?" you wondered

"you, me, i'll take you out to dinner" he repeated

"I highly doubt she'll want to go out with you, Roger, she's too good for you" John sighed

"and what? you're better?" the drummer scoffed, looking over you to the auburn headed bassist

John stared at Roger for a moment

"how's katie? last time we saw her was right before we left to come here" the Deacon wondered

"shut it mate" Roger groaned

your thoughts were cut short as Brian started playing

you focused on the music but felt John's gaze on you, you slowly turned your head to see him staring at you, smiling

"so, do you have a boyfriend?" Roger asked

"I don't see how that's any of your business" you crossed your arms, looking back at Brian, who's still playing his solo

"what if I want to ask you out?" he shrugged

"how come you're the one that gets to ask her out?" John leans forward to argue with Roger

"because I can" the Taylor boy smirked

"Roger, do you have to be such a man whore?" John questioned, his accent become more defined and thick

"I think you're just jealous you don't get women chasing after you" Roger huffed, leaning back on the couch, seeming to be not fazed

"ah yes, because all i need is women to make me feel better about myself, all i need and want is women around me to fill a void of unfulfillment" John rolled his eyes

"oh yeah? let's see who she wants more then" Roger raises his eyebrows as he took off his glasses to look at you

John frowned "you can't pressure her into choosing either of us...that's not how relationships work, Roger"

Roger stifled a laugh "who said I wanted a relationship"

"my point exactly"

"all i'm saying" is that she's probably looking for somebody to love and i'm right here" Roger raised his hands in defense

"what makes you think she wants someone?" John glared

"children, children. leave the poor girl alone, she doesn't want either of you" Freddie butted in

you found yourself wondering how it came to this, two members of the band Queen almost practically fighting for your, to be with you

it made sense about Roger, seeing all of those tabloids of him with new girls around his shoulder almost every week

but John? he didn't really seem the type

you tuned out of the argument and soon wondered when Brian came back into the room as you looked up to find him sitting with Freddie

"I think whatever happens, it's up to her, you shouldn't be trying to force something she does not want" John fought

"what are you guys fighting about?"

"who gets to take this beautiful lady out" Roger smirked, nodding towards you

"who says either of you get to?" Brian spoke in a confused manner

"oh don't tell me you want her too?" Roger groaned

"what's so wrong about that?" the guitarist questioned

"I'm gonna go" you sighed, getting up

"are you still going to make us pasta tonight?" John perked up

you chuckled "I think you all need a break from my cooking"

"NO!!"

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#borhap #roger taylor #brian may #john deacon #joe mazzello #ben hardy #gwilym lee #bohemian rhapsody #imagines #x fem!reader #freddie mercury #rami malek #bohrhap

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thinkergwil · 1 year

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hi, remember that gwil loves you ❤️

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #ds charlie nelson #charlie nelson #midsomer murders #bohemian rhapsody movie #borhap cast #rami malek #lucy boynton #ben hardy #joe mazzello #Brian may #roger taylor

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emotionallydrainedtrash · 1 year

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Sarah's Fic Recs!

These are fics I've found particularly delightful and want to appreciate and share with you guys. Full credits to all authors, you guys are awesome!! Xx

My Own Masterlist+Request Info

❤️-Fluff

💢-Angst

❗-Suggestive but SFW

‼️-NSFW

The Maze Runner

Newt

Imagines

Redamancy by @lilacsnid ❤️❗

"In which way you are always putting other's needs and happiness above your own. It's slowly starting to take its toll on you and Newt notices this."

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Imagines

Ten Things I Like About You by @theonewiththefanfics ❤️

"There is one rule for Y/N to accept Jason Carver's advances: if he wants to go out with her, the jock has to name ten things he likes about the resident 'Freak' Eddie Munson. Can he do it?"

Morning Newspapers and Fresh Coffee by @marvelsswansong "99%❤️ 1%💢"

"As Hawkins and the Upside Down begin to merge into one, Eddie runs to you and places a ring on your left hand. 'The moment we beat this fucking demon, I'm marrying you.' And he does. Trading weapons for morning newspapers and the scent of blood for fresh coffee for each morning."

Younger by @stranger-nightmare ❤️

"Stressing about the future is no fun, so Eddie takes you on an impulse trip to remind you to live in the moment, to remind you of just how alive the two of you are."

Needy by @steviebears ❤️💢

"Eddie comforts you when you have a panic attack."

Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

Headcannons

Them With Your Newborn by @mistymazzello ❤️

Harry Potter

Remus Lupin

Imagines

Flustered by @acosmis-t ❤️

"hi!! Could we pls get remus like making fun of fem! reader by making her flustered?"

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #newt tmr imagine #newt tmr x reader #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x reader #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #gwilym lee imagine #gwilym lee x reader #rami malek imagine #rami malek x reader #bohemian rhapsody masterlist #stranger things masterlist #the maze runner masterlist #newt imagine #newt x reader

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galileostyles · 2 years

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live footage of me loosing my actual mind last night

#ben hardy #bohemian rhapsody #roger taylor #queen #brian may #joe mazzello #john deacon #roger taylor x reader #queen band #bohemian rhapsody cast #rami malek #deaky #freddie mercury #borhap cast #freddiemercury #gwilym lee

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justiceformeplease · 11 months

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Hey sooo um yes i know i have not posted for about a few months maybe since last year?? I don't even know how long it has been but i know it's been a while and I'm sorry for not posting but i have lately been kind of stressed with school and life problems and i know that isn't a good enough excuse but i really am trying my best and stuff.

Since I'm finishing exams tommorow people can send requests that i could do over the summer and stuff

People i write for :

Ben hardy

Joe mazzello

John deacon

Roger Taylor

Kirk Hammett

Eddie Munson

Tasm Peter Parker

Warren Worthington

Serj tankian

Daron malakain

Btw i usually write x FEM!readers but i can also do male as well, i will usually do fem if there is no indication that you want male!reader

#ben hardy #joe mazzello #eddie munson #warren worthington iii #queen #roger taylor #john deacon #tasm!peter imagine #ben hardy imagine #eddie munson x reader #kirk hammett #serj tankian #daron malakian #fem reader #male reader #x reader #fanfiction

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clairifys · 4 months

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Clairify’s Masterlist

Started: 12/17/2023

HBO WAR

Band of Brothers (BoB)

The Pacific

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BoRhap (actors)

Joseph Mazzello

Ben Hardy

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Game of Thrones (GoT)

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Creepypasta

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Haikyuu

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Jujustu Kaisen (JJK)

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#game of thrones #got #band of brothers #BoB #haikyuu #haikyu #Creepypasta #marble hornets #joe mazzello #joseph mazzello #joseph mazzello x reader #ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #jjk x reader #jjk

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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The Present Race

Fandom: RPF, American Actor RPF, British Actor RPF, Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Female Reader, Gwilym Lee, Ben Hardy, Original Female Character, Original Child Character, Rami Malek,

Word Count: 1100// Rating: Gen

Summary: It's time for a birthday but who will win first place in the present race?

Tags/ Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Kids, Babies, Birthday Parties, Borhap Cast, Friends, Established Relationship, Requested Fic, Request

Notes: working my way through requests. They're now closed till after halloween challenge

REQUEST - @borhapgirlforlife19

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello × fem. reader oneshot where it's their daughter's first Birthday and they have a party at their house with Joe's family, reader's family, and the Borhap cast there? Also, Joe sits on the floor opening her gifts with his daughter beside him and she helps Joe tear off the wrapping paper and she lights up when he shows her the gifts and everybody takes pictures and gushes over how adorable she is?

‘Oh open mine first,’ Rami said grabbing a sleek square parcel off of the floor and handing it to Joe. He was sitting on the floor of the lounge, piles of presents around him and his daughter, Ellie, in between his legs. She was watching everyone excitedly though she didn’t quite understand the reason they were all gathered around was for her. It was her first birthday and though Joe and Y/N hadn’t gone all out with a massive birthday party they had invited their close friends around for dinner and cake to celebrate.

‘Oh yeah put us all to shame,’ Ben chuckled as Joe took it off his friend.

‘Yeah, get in first and hope we can’t outdo right Rami?’ Gwilym said with a smile.

‘What can I say,’ he shrugged, ‘there’s a reason he picked me to be godfather.’

‘We picked,’ Y/N said coming to sit down beside Rami on the couch.

‘Shall we just get our coat, Ben?’ Gwilym said with a chuckle.

‘Think we better had mate,’ Ben chuckled.

Before anyone could say anything else Ellie made a frustrated noise. She had been sitting looking up at Joe who was unknowingly holding the present just out of her grasp. Joe noticed her and said, ‘oh sorry honey.’

He placed the package on the floor where she immediately started to paw at it grasping the neat wrapping in her chubby grip. With a giggle of excitement, she yanked at it squealing as chunks of it started to come off in her hand.

‘Be careful mate,’ Ben said, ‘she might have your hand off.’

‘She’s got good taste,’ Rami said. Soon enough Joe started helping her and they pulled off all the wrapping paper until it was completely unwrapped. It was a small shoe box which once Joe opened revealed a tiny pair of trainers.

‘Are those trainers?’ Ben asked.

‘Not just any they’re bloody Gucci,’ Gwilym said with a whistle.

‘Nice,’ Joe said, ‘I mean she will one hundred per cent kick them off after five minutes but they’re pretty neat.’

‘Oh they’ll be on the floor of any store we go to within seconds but they’re pretty cute I must say,’ Y/N said.

As if to prove her parent’s point Ellie took that opportune moment to grab one of the shoes in her scrunched-up fist and launch it out towards where the boys were sitting though it somehow went backwards clunking Joe on the head.

‘Ouch,’ Joe said which only made her giggle.

‘Well that was worth it even if she won’t wear them,’ Rami laughed.

‘Yeah very funny,’ Joe grumbled. His moaning wasn’t taken notice of for long though as Ellie was up off her bottom and crawling towards the neat pile of presents a little way out of her reach. She grabbed out for one but Joe merely leaned forward and took it out of her reach.

‘Dada,’ she grumbled though her pout seemed to retreat as he placed it in front of her. She immediately started tugging the paper off.

‘I guess we’re not allowed to know who this one is off are we El,’ Y/N chuckled.

‘It’s me,’ Gwilym said as Ellie continued to ravage what was now showing to be a big box. The box was brightly coloured something that seemed to get the baby’s attention immediately.

‘What is it?’ Rami asked peering over Ellie’s head which was blocking his view.

‘This pull-along toy thing,’ Gwilym said, ‘it’s a caterpillar you pull along. Meant to help with walking and stuff. And it’s good for motor skills and-’

‘And you did pages of research right Gwil?’ Joe chuckled.

‘Well you gotta get it right, right?’ he asked, a little tinge of pink now across his cheeks and nose.

‘Well if not just throw cash at it right?’ Ben said.

‘Hey just because that’s what you do with all the girls in your life,’ Rami said holding his hands up and making a laugh ring out around the room. Even Ellie giggled along oblivious to the joke she’d missed.

‘It’s lovely Gwil,’ Y/N said looking at the ornate wooden toy her daughter had seemingly lost all interest in as it was discarded with the shoes as she headed back to the other present that was laying just out of her reach.

‘Looks like she’s not too fussed,’ Rami said.

‘That’s because our girl has taste,’ Ben said sliding off of the couch until he was sitting in a similar position to Joe, legs splayed around the present that was in front of him. Ellie crawled to it, pulling herself up on the large box as she got there. She stood wobbling slightly.

‘What do you think El?’ Ben said, ‘should we open it?’

‘Open,’ she giggled banging on the box with her chubby fist.

‘You don’t have to tell me twice,’ Ben said pulling wrapping paper off the box with little help from Ellie.

‘What is it?’ Gwilym said.

‘A baby drumkit,’ Rami said.

‘Oh great,’ Y/N said.

‘Yeah thanks man,’ Joe said as Ben opened the box and pulled it out. It was a plastic stand with individual sections that could be played. Buttons and knobs for turning. Bright lights and things to fiddle with littered the small console.

‘Hey,’ Ben said, ‘it’s our job to make sure she drives you up the wall. Besides, it’s not just a drumkit. It’s a complete set of musical instruments in one handy console.’

As if that was her cue Ellie started banging on some of the buttons making it whizz to life. A sickly-sweet voice rang out saying, ‘dog!’ which was then followed by a woof. Ben moved around, his hand on Ellie’s side keeping her upright as she started to smash the buttons under her fingers. A cacophony of animal noises rang out around the room not waiting for the machine to finish speaking before it was announcing the next one.

‘Am I back in the running for best present then?’ Rami said looking between his friends.

‘Let’s see how long it takes the batteries to run out before we make a decision huh?’ Joe chuckled.

‘You like it El?’ Ben said looking into the baby’s round hazel eyes. She nodded, ‘gizza kiss then,’ Ben said placing his cheek in front of her as two chunky fists slapped him roughly in the face before drool-covered lips placed a kiss on his cheek.

‘Now there’s a review we can’t compete with,’ Gwilym said.

‘What did you expect?’ Y/N laughed, ‘Ben’s got a way with women.’

#my writing #the present race #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello x reader #ben hardy #gwilym lee #rami malek #fluff

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bohemiansweede · 1 year

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Xmas Fics

Here are my Xmas fics with the Bohrap boys

Enjoy and be safe out there

Warnings 🔞

A/N please like and reblog or leave a comment

Thank you

On the naughty list

A total surprise

Not alone for Christmas

Christmas party

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️Enjoy also my Queen novel collection

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likesomekindofcheese · 2 years

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Could I request a hc for a (secretly insecure) tall + skinny reader? Like she’s upset that she has zero curves and is so freaking bony and everyone assumes she has an ED. if you’re comfortable thanks!! With Joe or Ben, or both separately :*

Sure thing! I will write HC's for both and keep them separate!

Also, this is going to be a reader that identifies and presents as female, for clarification everyone.

TW: hints of steamy stuff, language, and mentions of eating disorders and mentions of drinking.

Joe:

Joe is so soft and squishy, he likes to hug you to keep you warm. You like to joke with him that he is your teddy bear.

Also, since he is more on the average height side, you like to also teasingly but also lovingly call him a "short king."

When you discuss other guys in the past not being interested in you due to your height he fake gags, "they don't know what they were missing!"

When people assume you have an ED, you insist no and Joe will run up like Sonic the Frickin' Hedgehog to defend you. "My girl is perfectly healthy! And fine, thank you! Her eating isn't any of your business!"

He does enjoy going shopping with you. He will look for clothes that fit you and if they are too big, he finds all sorts of cute belts that accentuate your waist so that the pants look fitted or the skirts or dresses bloom like a flower.

When you feel bad about your lack of curves, he will hug and kiss you on the cheek. He then gently puts his hands right on your hips as he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on you, listing off every one of your beautiful features.

Ben

So Ben is a thiccer guy. So naturally, he is very protective of you ut still soft and sweet on you. When it's cold, he LOVES giving you his coat or hoodie. Seeing it drape over you and the sleeves fall past your hands just makes his heart melt.

Though you feel self-conscious about being taller, he actually loves it since not only do you have killer legs, but you give badass, majestic vibes to him.

Your tallness has him puff up his chest, knowing that he has to "step up" his game to let you know he can protect you and still baby you when needed But he is not opposed to you being all sweet and babying him.

If someone says "hey Y/N, you're so bony! Do you have an eating disorder???" he will turn his head and call out their rudeness. "Why the fuck would you ask anyone that? That's none of your business!" and put an arm around you.

He enjoys it since you are taller you can usually keep up with his walking, especially in a pretty spot with your hand in his.

You can also keep up with his drinking nights at the pub and you two can go there as a fun, relaxed date to bond over some fun drinks, be it a pint of beer or a pint of something of your choice.

Since you sometimes complain about how you feel "unsexy" you bet Ben buys you some lingerie right in your size in the perfect colors ;) and you bet you wear it on... "special" nights ;)

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 1 year

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REQUESTS

please feel free to request things that you would like to read.

as you know i do write for Eddie.

but for Wednesday characters I'll write for Xavier and Ajax. NO Tyler. we do not like tyler, Tyler is no good.

also, i feel like i want to write for Roger Taylor and John Deacon from Bohemian Rhapsody, so you can request something for them too if you want

(that includes Joe mazzello and any of his characters)

but yeah.

if you went to see something, please say so because i do need ideas, and i would like to give you guys what you want

#request #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #please request #i need ideas #eddie munson st #imagines #wedneday #wednesday netflix #netflix series #help me help you #wednsday addams #ajax #bohemian rhapsody #john deacon #roger taylor #joe mazzello #ben hardy

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borhapparker · 2 years

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special victims unit | borhap cast x female!oc - chapter three

summary: The Special Victims Unit, a specially trained squad of detectives in the NYPD, investigate sexually related crimes. Lead by Lieutenant Astrid Morrison, they solve New York’s most sensitive cases, as well as battle with their own demons from the past.

warnings: mentions of sexual assault, lots of talk of conditions, mentions of death, mentions of underage acts, lots of triggers mentioned above

word count: 4.3k

series masterlist | teaser | chapter one | chapter two

It had been another long day, cases replaced by paperwork as Astrid sighed, putting her pen down and closing the folder. She had finally found the time to sit and sign casefiles given to her earlier in the day, and it was only 2 in the morning. The phone on the desk pinged, as she picked it up, smiling.

'You done, beautiful? Need a ride?'

Shaking her head, she smiled before texting back.

'I'm okay, I'll be home soon, promise'

Her office phone rang, as she turned and picked it up. "Morrison."

"Lieutenant, we have a victim. I'll send you the address, we're heading to the apartment right now."

"I'll be there in 10." hanging up the phone, she grabbed her bag, badge, gun, and phone in hand as she locked up the office and headed out.

Driving over to the address texted to her, she contemplated wether or not she should let her partner know that she wouldn't be home just yet. He knows already, he probably heard the call too.

Arriving at the residence, she was greeted with a couple squad cars, as Lucy walked out of the house.

"Lieutenant, she's inside."

"What do we have?" Astrid asked as she walked alongside Lucy, up the steps.

"Victim's name is Kristi, she was raped by her sister's boyfriend. She was asleep on the couch when she woke up to him on top of her. He was aggressive, she broke a glass over his head to get him off her and locked herself in the bathroom."

Astrid sighed, shaking her head. "What's his story?"

"Actually, we were waiting for you," Lucy said as she sighed, "Figured you might want to talk to him."

Heading inside, Lucy directed her to the closed-off room, where the other victim was, bandage on his forehead and dried blood on his face. Ben was there already, looking up and nodding at her, before turning his attention back to him.

"So, Dan, do you want to tell us what happened?" Ben asked him as he sat hunched down, head in his hands.

He shook his head.

"It's quite a mess you've made here, Dan." Astrid spoke up, crossing her arms, "Where's Rachel?"

He spoke up, "I don't remember."

Ben sighed, "Conk on the head give you amnesia? There's no way you forgot raping your girlfriend's little sister."

He looked up quickly, confusion furrowed on his face. "What are you talking about?"

Astrid frowned, "Maybe the precinct will jog your memory."

Ben leaned down and grabbed Dan's arm, pulling him up from where he was sitting as he looked between the two. "Look, you're not gonna believe me if I tell you."

She tilted her head, "Why don't you try us?"

"I did it in my sleep."

Astrid's eyes widened, as she looked at Ben. His hand still on the suspect's arm, he gave him a t-shirt to wear, before taking him outside and into one of the cars.

"That's a new one." he sighed as Astrid nodded, "You ever heard that one before?"

She nodded, "Heard of it, never experienced it before."

Calling Lucy down, she walked with the victim Kristi, guiding her into another car as they all headed down to the precinct. It was still early in the morning, the time now nearing 3am as Astrid grabbed her phone, placing a coffee order for everyone.

As they all pulled into the precinct, Joe met up with them, having called Kristi's father, who was now waiting in the conference room. Ben walked with Dan, escorting him into an interrogation room as Lucy walked Kristi in with her father, who awaited her with open arms.

Ben grabbed the folder Joe reached out to him as Rami walked in with him, both of them ready to question Dan. Ben dropped the folder on the table as Rami opened it, grabbing Rachel's picture and showing it to Dan.

"So, what'd you do with Rachel?" he stayed quiet as Rami continued, "You forget, or you sleepwalk her into a dumpster?"

Dan looked up, "I-I swear I don't remember a thin-"

"Maybe you got into a fight, huh?" Ben began, as he circled Dan, "Get in a fight, get out of hand. Kill her, dump her body."

Dan shook his head, "No, I didn't."

"Then you had to get rid of Kristi before she could-"

"No!" Dan exclaimed as he paused, "You don't understand. Okay, I have this condition."

Rami paused as he looked back, hearing the door open and noticing a woman standing at the entrance, "And I have a headache." he stood upright, as he turned to face her, "You his lawyer?"

She smiled, "Anna Bentley. My client suffers from Arousal Parasomnia." Ben cocked an eyebrow at her words as she frowned, "It's a real disorder. He had sexual intercourse with Kristi McGarrett while he was asleep."

Dan spoke up, "Look, Rachel knows about my condition, okay? She loves it, okay? She says when I'm asleep, it's the best sex she's ever had."

Astrid stood outside the interview rooms, watching as Rami and Ben led Anna, Dan's lawyer, over to the table, pulling up a chair for her to sit in. She turned and walked over to the other window, where Lucy and Joe were interviewing and getting Kristi's statement.

"He was so violent," she sighed, looking down at her water cup, "He was grunting and panting like an animal."

Joe frowned, "How long have you known him?"

"I met him for the first time yesterday at the train station when he and Rachel picked me up," Kristi sniffled as Lucy nudged the box of tissues closer to Krisi, her hand coming up to grab one. "Thanks."

"So you're visiting?" Lucy asked, nodding at her acknowledgement as Kristi only frowned.

"From Boston, I came here to look at colleges." Wiping tears from her eyes, she breathed in shakily, "She told me that she was in love with him. How could he do this to me?"

Astrid sighed, wringing her hands together as she walked over once more to listen to Dan, noticing the tension in the shoulders of her detectives.

"Now, if Rachel's so hot for you when you're, uh, sleep sexting, why'd you rape Kristi?" Rami frowned, looking at Dan as he turned away angrily.

"Rachel must've already been gone."

"Well, yeah because you got rid of her." Ben interjected as Dan looked at him. "That's where the blood in the bedroom came from."

"No!" Dan screamed, "Look, I woke up after Kristi cut me with the glass. When I went in the bedroom to tell Rachel, she wasn't there!"

His lawyer sighed, "You can't arrest my client for a rape he didn't know he was commiting."

She knocked on the glass, as her two detectives walked out, leaving Dan with his lawyer, as she began giving him encouraging statements.

Gwilym was standing outside next to her as Ben and Rami sighed. "Seems like this isn't good news."

He only shook his head. "She's right, we can't charge him with the rape."

Rami shook his head, "If it looks like a rape and acts like a rape-"

"It is a rape. Unless the accused isn't conscious of what his body's doing." Gwilym finished, as everyone groaned, "It's like a sleeping mother who rolls over on her baby. Her body did it, but her mind wasn't aware of it."

Lucy and Joe had joined them as she interjected, clear confusion and anger in her voice. "Well, it still doesn't explain what happened to Rachel."

Neither of them had noticed that Dr. Palmer had joined them, having heard about the case and knowing the rarity of it, she had wanted to know a little more about what they were working with. "Actually, I think it does. When a patient with sexomnia has an episode, he or she will seek sex with whoever's available. I think that he raped Kristi becuase Rachel was already gone."

Ben sighed, "I gotta tell you, it sounds like a cover up for killing Rachel and dumping her body."

"There's never been a case of sexomnia linked to a homicide." Gwilym crossed his arms.

Rami crossed his as well as he looked at everyone around, "So you're telling me there's no connection between Dan attacking Kirsti and Rachel's disappearance."

Dr. Palmer sighed and shook her head, "If she's in love with him, I doubt she'd leave in the middle of the night. I think Rachel was kidnapped."

Astrid walked alongside Kristi through the hallways to the main bullpen, as Kristi wrapped her arms around herself. "Did your sister ever mention anyone bothering her? Giving her the creeps?"

Kristi shook her head, as they rounded a corner, "No, Rachel would've told me."

As they reached the main bullpen, they came face to face with Ben and Dan, as he reached for her indistinctively. "Kristi, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you!"

Ben reached for his arm as Astrid pulled her away and in another direction, "Shut up! Nothing you say will bring my sister home!"

In the heat of the moment, neither the Lieutentant nor the detective noticed Kristi and Rachel's father sitting on the plastic chairs, as he had waited for them to finish their statements. He approached quickly at the sound of his daughter's loud voice, his protectiveness kicking in.

"Kristi! Kristi, is this the guy?" she nodded and acknowledged her father's statement as he lunged at Dan, anger and hatred in his eyes.

His arm swung back and toward him as Dan fell to the ground, Kristi's father swinging once as Ben wrapped his arms aorund him, pulling him up and away from their suspect.

"Back off, back off!" he yelled as Kristi's father grunted and snarled, wanting to get close to Dan to hurt him more than he just got the chance to.

Astrid took his arms and made him look at her as she emphasized how he was feeling, "Mr. McGarett, I understand that you're upset-"

"What do you expect me to do? He took my daughter!"

"We don't think that he's involved."

"What do you mean?" he looked flabbergasted as she let go of his arms, "He raped Kristi, what are you going to do about that?"

She sighed, as Ben took Dan away from them, "There's nothing we can do. He has a medical condition that made him unaware of his actions. Because of that, the law says that we can't charge him."

He sighed, closing his eyes and placing a hand over his face, in an attempt to soothe the anger seething from his pores. "This is a nightmare."

"I promise you, we are working around the clock to find your daughter."

"Good!" he seethed at her, "Because all you've managed to do is hide behind the law! I don't want to hear excuses! Find my daughter!"

He walked off, grabbing Kristi as they headed out, leaving Astrid standing by the corridor, Ben now at her side as the rest of the detectives watched on, concern etched on their faces.

"You okay?" she nodded, letting go a sigh she didn't realize she had been holding.

Walking over to the bullpen where everyone else was waiting, she turned to Lucy, "Did you get anything from the crime lab?"

She tilted her head, and nodded, "They actually just called me. Want me to head over?"

Astrid nodded, as she instructed for Joe to accompany her. They needed to get this case cleared as soon as possible, she didn't want any more casualties.

Not again.

Walking into the crime lab, Joe and Lucy were greeted with the tech Lu, as she crossed her arms, "Ready?"

"What do you have for us?"

"I took a hair from a brush in Rachel's room, typed her DNA and then compared it to the blood on the scene." guiding them over to a light on the wall, she flicked the switch, the film showing the strands of DNA from the test. "DNA on the left is from Rachel's, the one on the right from the scene."

Joe sighed, "They don't match."

Lu nodded and reached behind Joe for another piece of film that had been laying on her desk, "But this does." she placed it up against the light, "It's DNA from a blood sample Dan gave when he participated in a parasomnia study at Hudson Med School."

Lucy crossed her arms, as confusion was etched across her features, nothing making sense. "So Dan told the truth then. He bled all over the bedroom when he went to look for Rachel. At least we know that Rachel wasn't hurt badly."

Joe's phone pinged as Lu continued, "Well, that's all we know for now. Whoever took her didn't leave a shred of forensic evidence." she walked over to her computer and began typing, as Joe opened up his phone to a notification from the Lieutenant.

"I'm getting a text from the Lieutenant, she wants me to turn on Channel 4. Do you mind?"

Lu nodded as she grabbed the remote control and turned on the television hooked to the wall, as all three walked over to watch. On the screen was Rachel and Kristi's father, as he adressed the media.

'Last night, one of my daughters was raped. The incompetent detectives at Manhattan's Special Victims Unit refused to charge her attacker. And if this tragedy isn't horrible enough, my daughter Rachel was abducted from her bed.'

On the screen, a picture of Rachel appeared, as the tagline underneath read 'Rachel McGarrett'

'We're reaching out to the public for help. My family is offering a 50 thousand dollar reward for any tip leading to Rachel's safe return. If you have information, please call Manhattan SVU's tip line.'

Joe and Lucy headed out, thanking Lu for her hard work and promising to follow up if she had anything else. Heading back to the precinct, they regrouped at the bullpen, where everyone was on any available phone, the lines ringing like crazy as everyone scrambled to answer tips.

"Lieutenant, woman claims she saw Rachel eating a chili dog in Times Square. Wants the fifty grand in twenties and tens." Rami sighed as he put the phone down, Astrid only shaking her head.

"Reward offer brings out all kinds of crazy," Astrid breathed out, as she turned to Lucy, who was on a phone and had finished a call.

"One bogus lead after the next." she handed some cards to a fellow detective perched on her desk, "Follow those two."

He nodded and walked off as Joe called everyone over. "Maybe not! I got something, friend of Rachel's. You still there, Ginger?"

The speaker on the phone crackled as the voice talked, "Yes."

"Tell the detectives what you just told me."

"I think Rachel is in another Youniverse."

All of them exchanged confused glances as Ginger gave them her address, inviting them over to show a preview of the game mentioned. Astrid gave Ben a nod as they both headed out, leaving the rest to scramble over more tips.

"Another Youniverse is a virtual reality game. Rachel and I play online all the time," she guided them over to her monitor, as the game was loaded on the screen. "We each have avatars, mine is Tawny Coppercuffs. They are basically alter egos, we each have our own homepages, video clips, game diary, anything you can do in the real world, you can do here too."

"Does Rachel have an avatar name?" Astrid leaned down to look at the monitor.

"Yes, Vixy Platinum."

"Why do your names sound like strippers?" Ben questioned her as she shrugged.

"That's because you're close. We own virtual sex clubs. We use AY to explore our fantasies."

Ben and Astrid shared a look, as she turned to Ginger. "How do avatars have sex?"

"Same way as humans do, only in A.Y. it's just animated." she sighed, "Look, it may look illegal and odd, but it's fantasy and not a crime. We weren't hurting anyone or doing anything illegal."

Astrid nodded, "You weren't hurting anyone, but Rachel may have gotten hurt."

Sighing, Ginger nodded and apologized, before bringing up Rachel's club on the monitor. "She's supposed to be performing today at 2pm, but because she never showed, everyone is worried. All these people standing outside are fans of Vixy, and they've been waiting for her."

"So, all these people outside her club are stand-ins for real people?"

"Yep," Ginger nodded, "Her avatar is 14, hence the pigtails and the name of her club."

The disbelief displayed on both their faces was clear as day, as Ginger shrugged, letting them know she would be looking in and call them if she found anything else. Thanking her, they headed out of her loft, they chatted, both comparing theories on what could have happened to Rachel, and why would such a person go to the lengths of tracking someone virtually. Coming up with no leads, they headed to the bullpen, where everyone was waiting, pictures displayed on the board and the computer loaded up.

"Rachel McGarrett leads a double life," Joe began, "Art student in the real world, fourteen year old hooker in the game."

Astrid and Joe bounced back ideas, Lucy stepping in every once in a while to give her two cents as Rami walked over with a piece of paper in hand, catching everyone's attention.

"The game has it's own sherriff. Erik Winton." he showed the paper to Astrid, who nodded, "He designed the game, which means he will have access to all the avatar's personal information."

"Both of you go, talk to Erik and find out if he can give you any information." Astrid pointed at Joe and Rami, both of them leaving to find and talk to Erik, someone who was more than happy to give them all the information they needed, without a search warrant.

"We have five million players in A.Y. We don't tend to follow all of them around, since we based the game on freedom and desires, so when this happens, we try to shut it down as quickly as possible." Erik's accent was thick, as he motioned with his hands while walking over to the big monitor in his office, cameras from the game displayed on the screen.

"We were thinking one of your player's desire got a little out of control," Ben said as they leaned down to his computer. "We'd appreciate it if you played Big Brother, tell us who Vixy's customers are."

He nodded, typing on his computer as he pulled up her profile, the same one Ben had seen earlier on Ginger's monitor. "This is the club, which is empty now but only because they've moved on. But I can pull a screencap of the time you're talking about."

The characters appeared on the screen as Joe pointed, "These guys are Vixy's regulars?"

Erik nodded, "They live around the world. Berlin, Denver, Tel Aviv, Long Beach."

"How do they communicate with her? Chat windows? Email?"

"No," Erik shook his head, before pulling up her blog, "She writes a blog and they read it. Every avatar keeps one, even though no one really uses theirs."

"Hey look," Ben pointed, noticing the latest entry was a couple hours before her abduction, "There's one there written before she disappeared. It's called Stalker."

"Let's listen." Erik pressed a key before Rachel's avatar came up on the full monitor, her voice echoing through the speakers.

I'm being stalked. Had to ban this scumbag from my club a few days ago. And that's when things got bad. I'm worried my A.Y. stalker has gone real world. Last night, I saw a shadow move, I heard footsteps behind me. To all you girls running clubs, watch out for this creep. His avatar's name is Wit Billions.

They sighed, all three sharing glances as Erik went back to his laptop, typing and looking at her profile. "I scanned her account data. Turns out there was only one regular customer not present at today's vigil."

"Let me guess," Ben and Joe sighed, "Wit Billions."

The screen pulled up the profile for the avatar, as they noticed it's unusual getup. "The Executioner, his real name is Tobin Williams, address right here in the city."

After an odd and confusing interrogation, which left them with more questions than answers, they redirected their attention at the creator of the game once more, wanting to check if he had any partners or had been talking to someone through the game.

"The avatar interaction grid allows me to scan for every meeting between avatars in A.Y." he motioned to the screen as they watched, "If I set the filter to the most interactions, we come down to only two avatars. Vixy Platnium and Smarty Culottes."

"Smarty's gotta be his partner." pulling up his profile, they noticed the interations were frequent, as they got the information from the creator as to who the person was.

Tracking him down, they found the location to be a quaint bookstore, with only two employees: the owner and the young receptionist. Talking to the younger boy, they determined that not only did he not know who was behind Vixy's account, but he was confused as to why one of his clients was in the game. Once again, their discovery led to more questions than answers as they began probing into the game, only to find out that the owner of the bookstore had also become an avid fan of the game, even going as far as to create and invest his own money into the game.

As they searched his apartment, they found obvious signs of him leaving, but also an interesting photo on the wall. On a beautiful oak frame, they found a picture of a young girl wearing a white button up shirt tied at her waist, and her hair in pigtails.

"Lieutenant, doesn't this look familiar?" Lucy motioned to the picture as Astrid grabbed the photo of Rachel out of her pocket.

"Yes," she turned the picture around as Lucy frowned and shook her head.

Lu, the lab technitian had accompanied them as she groaned in disgust, "It's too close not to be the same girl. If that's Rachel's avatar, then who's the girl in the picture?"

Lucy reached up to the frame, as she pulled it off the wall, turning it around to uncover a piece of paper taped to the back. "It's a list. Buy meds, transfer five thousand A.Y. funds."

Lu walked over alongside Astrid as the lieutenant pulled out her phone, "J.T. 718-555-0108." Dialing the number, she was met with an automated voice. "Jepsen-Taylor Realty, how may I direct your call?"

They both exchanged glances as she began to relay information to the woman on the other end of the line, hoping that maybe she could give them some information. After some back and forth, they were given an address, where they met her with a key to a storage facility. She mentioned that he had only done communication via mail and phone calls, never meeting in person. Yet, when she opened the locker and tilted her head, she remembered him relaying information about wanting a secluded cabin in the woods, which she had found odd at the time.

Going inside, they found Rachel tied to a bed, medicine bottles next to her as she was gagged and blindfolded, her pulse thready and slow. As they untangled her from the mess of ties, they heard the rumble of a car engine, as the owner ran off, evading the detectives once more. Exaserpated and annoyed, they called an ambulance, as it picked up Rachel, before they followed behind, wanting to make sure the young girl was okay.

As they headed to the hospital, they got the chance to speak with her for a few minutes, as they wished her a speedy recovery and promised they would find the guy, before parting ways and heading back to the precinct.

"Lieutenant!" Rami called out as Astrid walked out of her office, phone in hand, "Doctor called, the rape kit was negative. Cooper must have used a condom."

"Were there any prints at the warehouse?" she asked as they walked over to where Lucy and Joe were, as they compared notes.

"No, but Joe did get Cooper's information from the DMV." Lucy said as she pulled up the information he got on the monitor, all of them scanning the document displayed on the screen. "He matched the prints from the DMV to the ones in his apartment and another alias showed up, which so happens to be Cooper's real name: Gregory Searle."

"What? So he just changes his whole name and identity?" Ben asked as he crossed his arms.

"Twenty-five years ago he did time at Green Haven in Duchess County."

"For rape?" Rami interjected as he shook his head.

"Kidnapping. Fifteen year old girl named Lauren Molby. Seen her before?" he held up a picture of the victim, as Lucy gasped.

"That's the girl from the picture in Cooper's apartment."

"So, Cooper decided to relive the glory of his old crime in virtual reality."

Astrid sighed and patted their backs, "Well let's find him before he decides to take another innocent girl."

After hours of searching and going back to Erik's apartment, they finally found Cooper, only to let him go minutes after stopping him. They were disappointed, but determined to find out the truth. As they remembered the cabin Rachel had mentioned, they went over to the hospital to ask her more questions, only to be approached by her doctor, with bad news.

"I'm so sorry, but Rachel passed away."

Joe and Ben looked surprised. "What? You told us she was going to make it."

"She suffered a heart attack. I'm sorry."

Joe turned back, and dialed Astrid, as he relayed the bad news.

Well, maybe Erik can help.

Lucy and Astrid drove over to the headquarters once more, as they managed to convince Erik to reveal the lake where Cooper had bought land in the game, that which resembled Twin Island Lakes outside Pine Planes. As Astrid phoned Joe and Rami, who were on the way, Ben meanwhile was following behind Cooper, who was now headed to the airport. Not knowing the exact location of the cabin, he urged Erik to reveal and change the time in the game to daytime, hoping the shadow will reveal the location of the cabin.

Soon enough, they received the information, relaying it to Rami who headed in that direction, a dozen other detectives behind them as they found themselves in front of the cabin. The door opened slowly, as a shotgun appeared between the gap, the officers behind Rami and Joe aiming their guns, ready to fight back.

"Stop right there!" the voice yelled out as Rami raised his hands. "This is private property!"

"This is Gregory Searle's cabin. Who are you?" Rami spoke up as she lowered the shotgun, opening the door and revealing her full figure.

"I'm Lauren," she looked around, eyes brimmed with tears, "Where's Gregory? Is he with you? I've been waiting," she breathed out, tears falling from her eyes, "For twenty five years."

"Lieutenant, we found the cabin."

Search it!

"No need. Lauren's alive."

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somethinginthewayiam · 1 year

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Masterlist

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Henry Cavill Masterlist

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jetsandbennie · 5 years

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a family can be...

summary: your daughter gets in trouble at school, and you, ben, and joe decide to dig and find out why.

warnings: fluff, angst

pairing: ben hardy x joe mazzello x reader

Marla, really, doesn’t get sad very often.

Or - at least - she doesn’t cry very often. And she is six so the occasional tears come, like when she burnt her hand while making cookies, or when Frankie bit the ear off of her favourite stuffed pig, but even those fits were over in a rather short amount of time. Ben wrapped her hand and gave it a big, dramatic kiss, and then put on her favourite movie until she was curled up into his side, chewing on the cookie she was splitting with her father, and Joe sat down with the pig and a YouTube video and within an hour the pig was fixed - sure, there was a light blue line of thread connecting the ear to the head, but that just makes it special, you murmured into Marla’s hair as she wrapped her arms around Joe to thank him.

As a newborn she was an absolute monster with the crying and Joe jokes that her peacefulness now is the universe’s way of apologizing for that. You’ve accepted that conclusion, and appreciated it, as well. Sent a silent thank you into the still air whenever Marla went to sleep without throwing a tantrum, like you apparently did.

She’s inconsolable now. That’s what makes this entire thing worse, what makes your heart ache for your girl. Marla is sobbing, hiccuping, clutching Piggy to her chest, bitten fingernails tugging at the blue thread connecting the stuffie’s ear to its head. Part of you wants to tell her no, Marley, baby, don’t do that, because if the thread comes undone - but you don’t.

“Marla, honey,” you coo in your softest voice, turning to look at her in the backseat. It’s nearly 4, now, later than you’ve ever picked her up before because of this whole situation, and no matter how Miss Rothenhouse tried to explain what happened, you just couldn’t understand. Needed to hear it from your girl herself. “Can you tell me what happened?”

Pigtails tied up with yellow ribbon - Ben’s careful work this morning, after Marla begged him the night before - swing as she shakes her head no, and you reach back to place your fingers under her chin. Lift her head up slightly to look at you. Tears cling to her eyelashes, face bright red, and you only get a minute to look at her before she brings her hands up to cover her face, Piggy falling to the seat next to her.

You sigh and turn back around, entirely too aware of your daughter still crying, but you need to get her home before you can speak to her. Before you can hear why she got in trouble, why she hit that boy in the face, why she’s crying so hard. In due time.

As you pull out of the elementary school parking lot, you stop the car, opening your phone and sending a text to the group chat consisting of both of your husbands. Beg them to come home. There’s an emergency with Marla at school. You know that specific term will make them rush back to the house, and that’s what you need.

It’s much easier to help Marla with her dads there.

Marla makes you carry her from the car into your house, and she’s so tiny that this isn’t a physical issue, but she has a thing now where she hates being carried. Prefers to walk on her own, like a big girl, and you, Ben, and Joe just accept it. Sniff a bit at your growing daughter, too big to wanna be carried, but really, it’s a non-issue.

It’s a mark of how upset she is that she wants to be in your arms. She wraps her legs around your torso and buries her head into your neck, sniffling every so often as you lock the car and make your way inside.

When you’ve sat her down on the couch, she brings her tiny fist up to rub at her eyes, and you kneel in front of her. You lean down so you’re looking into her eyes, and then you reach up to brush a loose curl out of her face.

“Marla, honey.” She’s so small already and when she winds her arms around yours, pressing her cheek to your hand to hold it there she just seems tinier. “I need you to tell me what happened.”

You’re prepared for her to start crying again, but then she looks around the rest of the couch and says, voice slightly hoarse, “Where’s piggy?”

Three minutes later when you’ve run out to the car to get her stuffed animal, let her reacquaint with him, and grabbed her favourite blanket to curl up under, you say again, “Can you tell me what made you upset at school, honey bee?”

Marla’s eyes well up again, and you push yourself up to sit next to her, letting her wrap herself into your side. Your hand rubs her back, silently consoling her, giving her a moment until she mumbles, “I hit a boy and Miss Rothenhouse yelled at me.”

It’s nothing you didn’t know, truthfully. That’s exactly what her kindergarten teacher told you. But you appreciate hearing it from her. “Alright. Why did you -”

From across the house you can hear the front door opening, and then a loud call of “Marla?” A few seconds later, Ben calls again, “Y/N? Marla?”

“We’re in the living room,” you call back, eyes on your daughter as she brings her pig up to cover her face. You’re sure Piggy’s fur will get messy if she gets tears on it - it’s happened before - but it isn’t a hassle to get it out. And she loves the stuffie so much, you’re sure she uses it for everything by now.

After a moment your husbands appear in the living room - Joe clutching a lemonade Capri Sun in his hand, Marla’s favourite - and you can see their expressions change when they see her.

“Hi, honey,” Ben murmurs in his softest voice. Marla hiccups and presses Piggy further into her face. “Mama said you had a bad day at school.”

Joe takes a few steps forward and sits on the coffee table, pulling the straw off the back of the juice box and stabbing it into the drink. He holds it out to your daughter, offering her a small smile, and she reaches out to grab it with a shaky fist. “Can you tell us about it?”

She’s such a daddy’s girl, you think. It took you nearly twenty minutes to get her to talk to you, and they waltz in and she’s ready to share it all. Ben sits down on the other side of her, throwing his arm over the back of the couch. You lean your head back against his arm, and he drops his hand down to rub your shoulder slightly.

Marla’s bottom lip pouts out as she says, voice soft, “I got in trouble. Miss Rothenhouse yelled at me and then I had to stay later.”

She takes a nice long sip of her lemonade. Then she says - in response to the question that hasn’t been asked yet, but perhaps she knew it was coming anyway - “I hit a boy. Joshua C.”

Silence between your men follows the confession.

You look up at Joe, meeting his eyes, and he looks just as confused as you felt when you heard it. Because Marla - she isn’t a violent kid. She’s never hit anyone before, didn’t even let Ben kill the spider in her room when she found it before bed. She sat next to Frankie for ten minutes after stepping on her tail, burying her face into the dog’s stomach and apologizing until she was tongue tied. Every report card she’s gotten this far has been Miss Rothenhouse raving about what a sweet, respectful girl she is and then - and then this. Hitting someone is just - out of the picture for her. It doesn’t seem right.

Ben regains composure before Joe, and slowly he asks, “Honey, why did you hit him?”

Marla drops Piggy and her juice onto her lap and brings her hand up to her face, and she hiccups another sob. Hitting is strictly forbidden in your house, and she knows - knows it’s one of the worst offenses she can do - and surely she thinks she’s in for it, but you can’t bring yourself to be mad at her.

Because there was … something. Something in the way Miss Rothenhouse talked to you about it, in such a vague way - “Well, Ma’am, you know hitting is strictly against the rules at this school, so nothing would have warranted Marla’s behavior …” and, sure, perhaps she was right. But Marla would never hit a boy for no reason. You know that.

At the relapse of Marla’s crying the three of you move at once - Ben drops to his knees in front of the couch, Joe leans forward and grabs her leaking juice box off of her lap, setting it on the table beside him, and you press your cheek against the top of her head. Even if she did break the rules it hurts all three of you seeing her cry, and Joe grabs your hand, thumb stroking your skin. His other hand grasps Ben, and it’s a silent form of comfort for you all.

“Marla, babe. Don’t cry. We aren’t mad,” Joe murmurs. Ben reaches up and pulls Marla’s one hand away from her face, and she drops her other one onto her lap. “Can you tell us why you hit him? Joshua?”

Your daughter sniffles, and then says, “He called me weird.”

You raise an eyebrow. “He called you weird?”

“Because - because I told him I have two dads.”

Oh.

That’s a whole different ball game. Joe’s hand slowly pulls away from yours, and Ben sucks in a deep breath.

You suppose you knew this would happen, one day. Anything outside the strict norm tends to be considered odd and two men and a woman raising a daughter without knowing her true paternity was certainly far from the norm, but God. In kindergarten? It’s so early.

“Jesus,” Ben sighs, and when you look up at him his hands are covering his face. You reach over and place your hand over his back, rubbing slowly. Your other hand rests on Joe’s shoulder. “F - Jesus.”

“I’m sorry,” Marla whimpers, leaning forward to rest her head against Joe’s. “I’m sorry. I’m not gonna have recess for a week. And - and Emma said I might get kicked out of school.”

You exhale, eyes meeting Joe’s again. You don’t want to have this conversation, not yet. When she’s older it’ll be easier, easier for her to understand. But she’s so young. She can’t understand.

Joe pushes himself up to sit back on the coffee table, and Marla leans back against the couch. Her hair swings as she looks up at Ben, examining her dad - his head in his hands, how you’re rubbing his back - and she pulls her knees to her chest. “I’m sorry, daddy,” she whispers, and Ben moves one hand to the back of her head.

“No, honey.” Joe’s voice is firmer, now. “You’re not going to get kicked out of school.”

“But Emma -”

“Emma is wrong, baby,” you murmur, and Marla’s brows furrow. “You aren’t in trouble.”

You can practically see her mind whirring. Then she says, “But hitting is against the rules.”

Ben runs his other hand through his hair, shaking his head. “It is. And we aren’t happy that you did.” He pauses. “But Joshua C. shouldn’t have called you weird. That’s very mean of him.”

Marla nods. “Miss Rothenhouse said that I shouldn’t hit people no matter what. But he’s so mean. He said I’m a liar because I said I have two daddies, not one, and he said that isn’t possible.” She scrunches her nose up. “But it is possible.”

Joe nods. “It is.”

“So why did he say it isn’t?”

Ben pushes himself up and sits next to Joe on the table. His hand migrates to Joe’s, and you watch their fingers intertwine with a small smile on your face. Then Ben holds out his other hand to Marla and gives her a smile. “Come here, Marla.”

Her tiny hand reaches out to grab his, and with a make believe struggle he pulls her up off the couch. She clambers up onto his lab, leaning back against his chest, and Joe hands her the Capri Sun he’d taken earlier. She sticks the straw into her mouth and takes a big gulp.

There’s a few beats of silence. The three of you wait to see who will speak first - who will start this conversation - and finally you begin, “Marla, you have to understand that our family is very different.”

Marla nods. Because, yes, you’ve talked about it, how the four of you are different than most other families. But you’ve barely scratched the surface with it. Now you need to - dig a bit deeper, you suppose.

“Well, some people don’t like that we’re different.”

“Why?”

“Because they don’t understand,” Ben continues, taking the metaphorical torch from you. You give him a grateful smile, and Joe squeezes his hand. “Sometimes people think it’s easier to be rude than try to understand.”

Marla swings one leg over Joe’s thigh so she’s sitting half on both of her dads’ laps, which is her favourite way to sit with them - such a daddy’s girl. “That doesn’t make sense.”

Joe laughs humorlessly. “It doesn’t make sense, Marley, I know. When everyone does something one way, that’s the only way they think it can be done.”

“So Joshua C. thinks that only a man and a woman can have families.” You watch as she nods slowly in understanding before continuing. “Because he was raised by only a mommy and a daddy. So he thinks it’s weird that you have two daddies and a mommy.”

“Oh.” Marla brings her thumb up to her lips, nibbling on her nails just like Joe does. “So - so they want everyone to have one mommy and one daddy.”

“Yeah,” Ben confirms.

“But I like having two daddies,” she pouts, and Joe reaches over and grabs Piggy off of the couch, setting it in her lap. She picks at the blue thread again. “I don’t wanna just have one.”

You smile, pinching her cheeks until she’s grinning too. “Baby, you don’t have to have one daddy.”

“Yeah, we aren’t going anywhere,” Ben says. He wraps his arm around Marla and leans down, pressing kisses onto the top of her head. “Neither of us. Right, papa?”

Ben waggles his eyebrows at Joe, and the ginger laughs. “We’re here forever, Marley. Promise.”

Marla nods, and then grins a toothy smile. She lost her first tooth three weeks ago and got three nice $1 bills out of it, as well as a big gap in her bottom row of teeth. “Okay.” Gripping Piggy under her arm, she wiggles out of Joe and Ben’s arms and back onto the ground. “Mama, will you play dolls with me?”

A smile spreads like wildfire across your face, and you lean down to kiss her cheek. “Alright, honey. Go get everything set up in the playroom and I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Before you can finish, Marla bounds down the hall, sock covered feet pattering against the floor. You crane your neck to watch her run up the stairs, hearing her bedroom door open, and then you turn back to Ben and Joe, the happy expression slowly falling from your face.

“God.” Ben shakes his head, taking a deep breath. “That fucking bitch.”

“Ben -”

“I mean, the nerve -”

“I know.”

Joe wraps his arm around Ben, pulling him closer, and Ben presses his cheek against your husband’s shoulder - you sit yourself on the arm of the couch, rubbing your forehead.

“I can’t believe she’s missing recess for this shit,” Ben mumbles into Joe’s shoulder.

You exhale slowly. “She isn’t. I’ll talk to Miss Rothenhouse or - or email the principal.”

“We need to talk to Joshua C’s mom.” Joe brings his hand up to Ben’s hair, running his fingers through the blonde strands. “Because I’m sure no one mentioned what he said to Marla.”

“I’m sure she’s the one who taught him that stuff, Joey,” you say. “I don’t think she’ll care.”

Ben turns his head so he can look at you, eyes softening. “I can’t let Marla get in trouble for this.”

Nodding slowly, you stand up, smiling slightly at your men. “We’ll talk about this later, alright? Everything’s going to be okay. No missed recess for our girl.” You take a step forward and press a kiss to Joe’s lips, and then to Ben’s forehead. “But I have a reservation to play dolls.”

“Then you better go,” Joe says. “She needs some dolltime.” He pauses, reaching his hand up to massage your hip. “And an Oreo or two, I think.”

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader oneshot where it’s Joe’s Birthday and she goes to the doctor while he’s out with Ben and finds out she’s pregnant and buys something to surprise Joe and later that night at their home after they have eaten dinner and are cuddling on the couch, she surprises Joe with a present of a Yankees onesie that says Mazzello on the back and a sonagram picture?

Take Me Out to a Birthday Ballgame

Fandom: Actor, RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader,

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Reader, You, Ben Hardy

Word Count: 1609 // Rating: Gen

Summary: Joe gets a birthday surprise

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, BoRhap Boys, Joe Mazzello Fic, Joe Mazzello x Reader, Joe Mazzello, Ben Hardy, Bohemian Rhapsody Actors, Birthday, Birthday Present, Reader, Reader Insert, Reader Fic, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Announcement, Long-term relationship, Pregnancy, Established Relationship, Kissing, Doctors, Requested Fic, Requested, Requests, Yankees, Yankees, Take Me Out to a Birthday Ballgame

Notes: sorry its been so long

‘But I thought you and I were going to go?’ Joe said with a pout. Y/N had just hit him with the news that despite it being his birthday she was ducking out their plans. She had bought them tickets to the Yankee game and then booked a table for dinner afterwards. Yet, when the day came she couldn’t go. She had woke this morning incredibly nauseous and covered in sweat. She thought she knew why, in fact, she had thought she knew why for a few weeks but she had been too scared to take the test. She didn’t want to let Joe down, but she also didn’t want to get him excited if it was nothing. And a home pregnancy test wasn’t always certain, which is why she had rung her gynaecologist first thing this morning when she had woken feeling so crappy.

Her gynacologist had made her an emergency appointment but had told her she had to come in today. Or it would be another three weeks before she could squeeze her in. Y/N couldn’t hang on any longer and as soon as she had gotten off the phone with her doctor had rung for backups for Joe’s birthday plans.

‘I was, we were going to go but somethings come up at work,’ she lied.

‘Can’t someone else take care of it? I mean it’s a Saturday,’ he said.

‘If there was anyone else I swear I would make them but I can’t,’ she said as there was a knock on the door, ‘besides I’ve made other arrangements for you.’

‘It’s not your dad is it?’ Joe said with another pout.

‘No,’ Y/N chastised as she headed to the door.

‘Because I love the guy but I can’t go to a Yankees game with a Dodgers fan, bleurgh,’ he said following her to the door.

‘It’s not my dad. And I think you’re going to be in the minority at Dodger Stadium there Mazzello,’ she said as she yanked the door open to reveal a handsome blonde man standing there.

‘Ben?!’ Joe said with excitement as he moved past his girlfriend and engulfed his friend in a hug.

‘Hey mate,’ the other man said hugging his friend back.

‘What are you doing here?’ Joe said.

‘Well I was in town for your party tomorrow and Y/N told me you needed a babysitter so I thought to hell with jet lag eh?’

‘Gee I’m touched,’ Joe chuckled. The two started talking but Y/N started to panic. She could feel another round of nausea coming on. And she had managed to hide it this morning but she feared if they hung around much longer her cover would be blown.

‘Right you better get a move on,’ she said.

‘What’s the rush?’ Joe said, ‘Ben’s just got here.’ ‘I know but there’s all that traffic on the freeway. You don’t want to miss anything,’ she rambled grabbing his wallet and keys off of the sideboard. They were barely out of the house before she was launching herself upstairs to the bathroom.

After that, it took her a good while to recover enough that she felt she could drive to the doctor. But soon enough she was laying on her doctor's table with jelly being rubbed across her belly as the sonographer ran the wand across. Her doctor had already made her do a urine test which had confirmed her suspicions. She was knocked up. But since they had the technology on hand and given how long Y/N had suspected her doctor had insisted they do a sonogram to confirm just how far along she was. Suddenly, a whirring thumping noise rang in her ears.

‘That’s baby's heartbeat. It’s good. Strong,’ the doctor said as Y/N turned to look at the screen which she was moving towards her, ‘and that is your baby. 11 weeks approximately.’

‘That’s it?’ Y/N said feeling tears sting her eyes.

‘I know. It's not always what you expect-’

‘No, no,’ she said, ‘it’s…well, I don’t know what it is.’

‘Don’t worry. You’re not the first woman to be a little confused about everything. I’ll give you a minute to think and get yourself cleaned up. I’ll get the nurse to do a few health checks, take some history and give you some pamphlets. I’ll write you up for a prescription for prenatal vitamins and leave it at the front desk, okay?’

Y/N didn’t have much time to respond as the doctor was already snapping off her gloves and washing her hands by the end of the sentence. And then she was gone. Leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

She was pregnant.

She was going to have a baby.

With Joe.

She didn’t know what to feel. Happy? Conflicted? Scared?

She loved Joe. She knew she wanted babies with him it was just that now seemed too soon. She was still in this fog when she left the doctor's office, so much so that she decided to go for a walk instead of heading back to her car. She walked until she was too hot and sweaty to continue but instead of turning back she ducked inside a store hoping that they would have someplace to sit down. It was a clothing store which she rejoiced at as she headed to the shoe section which had benches to sit down on.

She sat there for a while. Thinking about the little human that was growing inside of her. She was still conflicted. Unsure of what she wanted when she heard someone cough next to her. She found a man standing beside her with a pair of shoes in hand waiting to sit down but she was taking up all of the room.

‘Sorry,’ she mumbled as she got up and walked away wondering through the aisles mindlessly before she realised she was in the baby section. In front of her, she found a little onesie styled like a Dodger’s baseball uniform. She chuckled, ‘your daddy would hate that.’

She stopped.

She was talking to the baby.

Her baby.

She was going to be a mom. Joe was going to be a dad.

Why had she been worrying? Even if she wasn’t ready. Joe was. He had always wanted kids and that feeling had only gotten worse after his dad had died. He was ready enough for both of them. Even if it was sooner than she anticipated.

Y/N was in the lounge when she heard movement at the front door. She had been laying on the couch. Today had been long and rough. She’d been through a whirlwind of emotions, had barely eaten and vomited more times than she could count. Still, she pushed herself up into a sitting position excited to see how Joe’s day had gone.

He came in cheery as ever and came to sit next to her slinging his arm around her and pressing her kiss into her temple.

‘Good time?’ she chuckled.

‘Yep,’ Joe beamed.

‘Drunk?’ she said trying to fight the nausea that rumbled in her at the whiff of beer.

‘Buzzed,’ he corrected.

‘Did you and Ben enjoy the game?’ she asked and without warning, Joe burst into a full in depth explanation about the game, the car ride and the meal they had shared. All of which she had missed out on.

‘I’m glad you had fun,’ she said.

‘What about you?’ he sighed, ‘how was work?’

‘Fine,’ she lied, ‘actually, I managed to finish a little earlier than I thought and I went shopping.’

‘Oh yeah?’ he said.

‘Yeah, I even got you a little something,’ Y/N said leaning over to grab the small gift bag that she had slotted underneath the coffee table previously.

‘Ooh, another present,’ he said grabbing it off her somewhat heavy-handedly in his drunken state and tearing the top of it open.

He pulled the contents out unwrapping the small white garment from its tissue wrapping.

‘I think this is a little small for me babe,’ he chuckled.

‘That’s because it’s not for you,’ Y/N said. Joe frowned, confused. Y/N rolled her eyes and reached into the bag bringing out a small piece of paper.

‘I don’t,’ Joe started, ‘I mean is this?’

‘I didn’t go to work today,’ Y/N said.

‘You didn’t?’ he said still trying to piece together what was happening in his drunken state.

‘No, I went to the doctor,’ she said, ‘and-’

‘You’re pregnant?’ he whispered. Y/N nodded.

Before she could say anything Joe leapt towards her throwing his arms around her and kissing her profusely. They collided and fell back against the couch.

‘Joe,’ she giggled, ‘can’t breathe.’

‘Sorry,’ he chuckled pulling back, ‘I can’t believe it.’

‘Me either,’ she smiled. Joe started babbling once more, leaning his head down on her chest as he unleashed his excitement upon her. Y/N felt more content than she had all day. Curled up on the couch with Joe by her side she wondered why she had ever doubted them.

Joe was going to be a fantastic Dad.

Well, as long as the baby supported the Yankees

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