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rogertaylors-lipgloss · 5 years

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Love & Lasagna- Chapter One

I know I have a couple of requests waiting but those are almost finished and should be up in the next few days. I’ve had a lot going on since school let out and I got really behind in my writing. BUT I hope you guys enjoy this new series, and should be updating the others very soon. Let me know if you’d like to be added to this taglist or to my permanent taglist.

This is a Prof!Gwilym x Reader.

Warnings: 18+, smut, maybe some cursing, forbidden romance, unprotected sex (no glove no love, peeps)

Word Count: 4.5k+ (I can’t check for sure bc Word has decided to glitch)

It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon. Y/N tapped the end of her pencil on the table, barely paying attention to the words drifting from the professor’s lips. After a particularly grueling shift the night before at the local café she worked at, she found it increasingly difficult to stay awake. This was her favorite part of the day, her class with Dr. Lee. She was his graduate assistant, and although the freshmen in World History 101 could be a little tiresome, she loved her job. What she loved even more, however, was how close she had become to Dr. Lee. He was British and had moved to the U.S. to teach at the university she had been at since undergrad. His face was striking, with a subtly pronounced jawline covered in light stubble, and his deep, hazy blue eyes were set off by his neatly coifed brown hair. Today, his tall, slender (yet still muscular) frame was accentuated by a crisp white button-down tucked into a perfectly tailored pair of tan chinos. Even in her drowsy state, Y/N swooned internally.

Though there was always an air of professionalism between the two, she couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to kiss him. She shook the thought out of her head. He may not be her professor anymore, but he was still her superior. Not to mention he was on the committee overseeing her thesis. But she couldn’t help be remember fondly the first time they graded exams together.

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She had been in her office after hours attempting to grade some of the 100+ papers she had stacked neatly in front of her. Gwilym had been on his way out when he heard the faint sounds of music coming from down the hall. He hadn’t expected to find you, but there you were. She startled at the sound of him knocking on the door. “What are you still doing here?”

“Uh, well, some hard-ass left a giant stack of papers here for me, so…” Gwilym laughed and her face broke into a wide, toothy smile.

“I’m sure he- or she-“ Y/N giggled. “- meant well. Maybe I could be of some assistance?”

“Well, I mean, considering you’re the hard-ass in question, I figure that would be the least you could do. Your office or mine?”

Gwilym glanced around at the small, cramped space. “Mine. Definitely”

He picked up the stack of papers while she slung her backpack over her shoulder. After locking the door, she followed him down the hallway to his office. Since he was one of the more recent professors to join the history department, he had also been stuck with a drab basement office. Y/N had been in his office many times. It was the same size as the TA office she shared, but with only one desk it was significantly more spacious. After settling into a pair of chairs, Y/N and Gwil settled in for a long night of grading. They sat in comfortable silence, interrupted every so often by exchanging jokes about some of the responses the students had left on their exams. “This one really thought Henry VIII broke with the church to marry Elizabeth I, his daughter!” The two laughed heartily and a conversation about the prevalence of royal incest ensued. The night continued on this way until Y/N had some trouble making out one of the written responses.

“Dr. Lee- “

“Gwilym.” He corrected.

“Right. Gwilym. Can you make this out by any chance? This one must think they’re a doctor.” Y/N walked over to where he was sitting, and leaned over his shoulder, placing the stapled packet within his view. His breath hitched at how close she was. She noticed but interpreted it to mean that she was crossing a line. She cleared her throat and took a step back.

“Ah, so the question is ‘what was the name of the pope who excommunicated Henry VIII,’ and they appeared to have answered incorrectly. Unfortunately, ‘that one pope dude’ is not a sufficient answer.” They laughed together again, and he handed the paper back to her.

They sat there grading for another hour, Gwilym glancing at her every so often. Her soft, Y/S/C face was framed by stunning Y/H/C hair. He had noticed it before, but only now did fully take it in. Not only was she intelligent, but she was undeniably beautiful and had a sense of humor that perfectly matched his own. When they finally called it a night, she waved goodbye as they went their separate ways. He watched longingly as she walked away, relishing the subtle swaying of her hips. Little did he know that she had fallen asleep that night touching herself to the thought of him.

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Dr. Gwilym Lee glanced up at Y/N occasionally as he droned on. Y/N was a bright student. Typically attentive and engaging in class, he couldn’t help but wonder why she looked like she was going to pass out at any given moment. Sighing, he shut down the projector and dismissed the class. The other students quickly disappeared while Y/N collected her things, not noticing Dr. Lee striding towards her desk as she shoved her notebook into her bag.

“Y/N?” Her head snapped up, meeting his gaze as a deep blush rose to her cheeks. “Are you feeling quite yourself today?”

His accent never failed to make her knees weak, but she steeled herself and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears. “I’m sorry Dr. Lee, I just had a late shift last night and my car wouldn’t start when I clocked out. I had to walk all the way back to my dorm and I had barely been asleep when some idiot pulled the fire alarm. By the time they let us back inside, I had to shower and get ready for my meeting with Dr. Barnett. I know that’s not an excuse, I won’t let it happen again.”

She was so frantic that Gwilym placed a calming hand on her shoulder. Y/N’s heart fluttered at his touch. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You aren’t in trouble.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, she felt visibly more at ease. “Thank you, Dr. Lee.”

Chuckling, Gwilym gave her shoulder a squeeze before letting his arm drop. “I’ve told you, Y/N. You can call me Gwil.”

“Right, okay. Gwil.” A smile crept across her face. She shifted her weight from foot to foot. Being this close to him made her nervous.

“Next time something like that happens, call me, yeah? I don’t live too far from campus and I’d rather lose a little sleep than have you walking alone at night, okay?” Her eyes widened, but she nodded.

“Do you have other classes today?” He looked at her inquisitively over the rim of his glasses. She shook her head. “Work?” She shook her head again. “Good,” he smiled. “Why don’t you try to go get a nap in, yeah? I had been hoping to discuss your thesis progress, do you think you’d be up to meeting me in my office later this afternoon? About 5-ish?”

“Sure thing, Dr.- I mean, Gwil. Sorry. I think I can manage that, Gwil.” He chuckled at her as she mentally chastised herself.

“Wonderful. I’ll see you then, just make sure you get some rest first.”

Y/N made her way back to her dorm room, but instead of going inside to sleep, she was confronted with a ribbon tied to the door handle. Shit, she thought. The ribbon was the code she and her roommate, Georgie, had decided on to signify when they had a “companion.” Unfortunately for Y/N, Georgie had been using this code at least three times a week. She was still in her undergrad, and although she was always friendly, Y/N couldn’t help but wish she had forked out the extra cash for a single dorm. Or an apartment, she thought. Georgie was only 19, and at 24, Y/N felt a bit out of touch with the culture of sex and partying that Georgie had bought into.

Sighing, Y/N walked back across campus to the building that housed the history department. If she couldn’t sleep in her own bed, maybe she could at least find respite in the TA office. It was small and she shared it with about three other TAs. The office was tucked away, out of sight in the cold, dank basement, with four desks crammed tightly inside. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found it empty, the other assistants out for the day. Y/N flicked off the main light and turned on the small lamp she kept on her desk. Her desk was tucked away in the corner and covered with books for her thesis. Pushing the books to the side, she zipped up her hoodie and laid her head down on the desk. She had just started to doze off when she heard the door open.

“Y/N? I thought I told you to go home and sleep?” Y/N peered up at Gwilym, who stood in the doorway.

“You did. And I tried. Except my roommate was too busy not sleeping, if you catch my drift.”

Gwil’s cheeks flushed. “Ah, yes. Well, you should have texted me. I forgot I had to go to a departmental meeting this afternoon, so my apartment will be empty until later tonight. I could give you a key, if you’d like, that is.”

It was Y/N’s turn to blush. “Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be quite alright- “

“Y/N, please. I insist.” Gwilym slid his spare off of his keyring and handed it over. Y/N nervously took it. He pulled a blank piece of paper out of the printer on one of the desks and scribbled something on it before handing it to Y/N. “This is my address. Like I said, it’s pretty close to campus.”

“Thank you, Gwilym.” He nodded at her before muttering goodbye and turning to leave.

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Y/N soon found herself standing in front of a small stone house, glancing back down at the scrap of paper to make sure she was in the right place. This is it. She walked up the pathway and unlocked the front door. Stepping inside, Y/N walked down the short hallway to the living room. The first thing she noticed was the books. The room was small, but with a cozy feel. There was a fireplace on the center of the back wall, with a leather couch and matching chair facing towards it. On the wall behind the couch, stood four tall bookshelves overflowing with books. Upon inspection, Y/N noted that they were predominantly history-related, with a few fictional classics thrown in. They were all meticulously organized by genre, then chronologically based on the period they covered. She chuckled to herself. Typical historian. It was how her own tiny dorm-sized bookshelf was organized.

It took minimal exploring to find the bedroom, given it was the only closed-off room aside from the bathroom. Inside, she found an immaculately made bed with white sheets and a matching white down comforter. It looked so comforting and inviting that Y/N almost climbed in still wearing her jeans. Shit, my jeans, she thought. With her dorm room occupied, she hadn’t been able to snag any of her pajamas. She could always sleep in her underwear, but then what if Gwilym came home and saw her? Would that really be so bad? She shook the thought out her head and walked over to the dresser, hoping he wouldn’t mind if she borrowed something. She pulled out a long pair of oversized, plaid pajama bottoms, and a plain white undershirt. Gwilym was relatively slender, but somehow Y/N managed to fit her hips into the pants. After changing, she pulled back the comforter and dove in. It felt like a cloud to her tired body, and she buried herself under the blanket. It took mere seconds for her drift asleep.

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It had been a long day for Gwilym. The meeting had run late, and it was 7:45 P.M. before he finally made it back home. He could hear light snoring coming from his bedroom and opened the door slightly to get a look. Y/N was still there, fast asleep. Her hair was a disheveled mess atop her head, and her lips were parted just enough for a small bit of drool to escape. Beautiful, he thought, though he immediately felt guilty. At 29, he was only a few years older than she was, having only finished his PhD two years ago and had been lucky enough to find a position shortly after. Age, however, was not the issue. Though she was not his student, she was still his assistant. The other professors would not look favorably upon such a relationship, though he had thought about it often.

She’d been his assistant for most of those two years, and over the course of that time he had fallen hopelessly head-over-heels. They often chatted together while they graded the undergraduate students’ papers and exams and found that they both had the same dry sense of humor. He loved the way her eyes always shut when she laughed, how she tugged on her ear lobe when she was deep in thought, and so much more. Sometimes he even thought she might feel the same but had brushed the notion to the side. She would never love someone like me, he thought. Little did he know about the butterflies that plagued Y/N every time she was in the same room as him.

He gently shut the bedroom door and made his way into the kitchen to put the kettle on. As he waited for the water to heat up, he picked up one his books and settled into the leather chair. Soon after, the kettle began to whistle. Shit, he hadn’t thought about the noise that came with making tea. He silently chastised himself, hoping he hadn’t woken her. He knew how much she needed the rest.

Y/N shot up in bed at the sound of the whistle. She looked over at the clock he had on his nightstand. “Shit,” she muttered to herself. She’d been asleep for almost five hours. Hearing noises coming from the kitchen, she begrudgingly climbed out of the warm comfort of the bed.

Gwilym had taken the kettle off the heat and was digging around searching for a mug. “Gwilym?” At the sound of you voice he whipped his head around.

“Y/N. Please forgive me, I forgot how loud the kettle was.”

She rubbed her eyes, still heavy with sleep. “S’okay. It’s my fault for oversleeping.”

He glanced up and down, recognizing the clothes she was wearing as his own. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips. “I see you made yourself at home.”

Her cheeks burned red, and she stuttered, “Oh, uh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to sleep in my jeans, and I couldn’t very well sleep naked- oh my god.” She didn’t think it was possible, but she felt her cheeks get even hotter when the word “naked” left her lips. “I’m so sorry, I’ll just go change and I’ll be out of your hair.”

As she turned to walk back to the bedroom, Gwilym reached out for her wrist without thinking. “Please don’t go. It’s alright, love.” It was his turn to blush. In a moment of spontaneous boldness, he commented, “Looks better on you anyways.”

Her eyes widened and she looked down to hide her smile, though it didn’t go unnoticed by Gwil. Clearing his throat, he tried to ease the awkward tension. “Would you like to stay for dinner? We never did get the chance to discuss your thesis. I’m not the best cook, but I can make a mean lasagna.”

“Anything would be better than another night of microwaved Ramen. And if I see one more Lean Cuisine I might die.”

Gwilym laughed. “Well, we mustn’t have that. God only knows where I’d be without you in class with all of those freshmen. If I hear one more question that could be answered by reading the syllabus, I WILL die.” They both giggled at that.

Y/N walked around the small kitchen island. “So, chef Gwil, how can I help?”

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After dividing up tasks, the two quickly completed their masterpiece and placed it in the oven. “How long do we wait?” Y/N rubbed her stomach, not realizing until just then how hungry she was.

“About forty-five minutes,” Gwil said as he set the timer on the stove. Y/N let out a groan and Gwilym laughed at her reaction. “There, there, it will pass in no time. Oh, hold on. You’ve got a bit of sauce- “

He reached over to wipe a bit of tomato sauce off of her cheek with his thumb. Her breath caught as his sudden touch. He gulped and started to pull his hand away but was surprised when Y/N placed her hand over his. He stepped closer until she could feel his breath on her forehead.

“Y/N,” he whispered. She felt a chill run down her spine.

“Gwilym.” She closed the short distance between them and pressed her lips against his. She was surprised at how soft they were and even more surprised when his hand left her cheek and slipped into her hair, pulling her closer to him. He politely swept his tongue across her bottom lip before deepening the kiss. She moaned into his mouth as Gwilym reached around her to lift her up, setting her down on top of the island counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He uttered between kisses.

“I think I have some idea.” She pressed her hips into his pronounced erection, and he let out a soft moan.

The t-shirt she had borrowed from him started to fall off her shoulders, and Gwilym pressed kisses to the exposed skin, working his way from her shoulders to her clavicle. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, Y/N.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Gwil.” She answered, her head falling back as he marked her neck.

“And I, you.” He lifted her back up, allowing her time to wrap herself around him more securely before carrying her into the bedroom. He laid her back down on the plush comforter she had been buried in not too long ago. Y/N tugged at his belt, unbuckling it quickly before plunging her hand underneath the waistband of his pants and boxer briefs. His breath caught in his throat as she palmed his bare erection. She could tell by the outline on his pants that he was large, but she never expected what she found when she finally freed him from his underwear, working her wrist up and down him in steady strokes. He moaned before pushing his pants the rest of the way down his legs before kicking them off the bed, with his shirt quickly joining them on the floor. She only paused her movements for Gwilym to pull his t-shirt over her head and stood up briefly to remove his pajama pants from her body.

She started to climb back into the bed, but Gwil stopped her gently. “Please, let me just take you in for a moment.” She blushed but complied. Gwilym had often wondered what she would look like undressed, but now that he was confronted with the reality of her standing in her underwear in his bedroom, he was speechless. She silently thanked God that she actually managed to put on a matching bra and underwear. He quietly admired the way the purple fabric contrasted with her skin, then patted the space on the bed next to him. She belly-flopped onto the bed, and he let out a loud laugh. She grinned at him before moving to straddle him. His eyes shut at the erotic feeling of his naked member brushing against the thin fabric of her panties. Putting his hands on her back, he held her in place as he moved up the bed until his back was against the headboard. He cradled her in his arms and she slowly ground her hips into his.

She could feel his erection growing harder and the neediness she felt in the pit of stomach was becoming unbearable. Sensing this, Gwilym looked into her eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want, love?” She nodded fervently. Gwil reach behind her to unhook her bra and she stood up on the bed so that he could pull her panties off easily. She sat back down next to him and let her head fall back on a pillow. Gwil positioned himself at the foot of the bed and lightly pushed her knees apart. He trailed kisses up each of her thighs before finally settling in the spot she needed him most. Her body jolted with pleasure as he attached his lips to her folds, and she absentmindedly laced her fingers tightly in his hair to hold him in place.

“You’re so wet for me,” he breathed before reattaching to her clit. His name tumbled from her lips, over and over, the sound like heaven to his ears. When she moaned as two of his fingers slipped inside, he rutted his hips into the mattress for relief. “D’you like that love? Come for me, Y/N.”

He continued pumping his fingers and felt her start to tighten around them.

“I need you Gwil. All of you, please.”

God, even her whining is enticing, he thought. “Don’t worry love. This isn’t even the start of all the things I want to do to you. Want to make you feel good,” he murmured into her pelvis. “Do you think you can take one more, sweetheart?”

When Y/N nodded, Gwil carefully added a third finger and began pushing his fingers into her with more aggressive enthusiasm. She began to unravel around his unforgiving pace and felt herself tiptoe closer and closer to the edge of pure bliss. His mouth and fingers were relentless, and even as she fell over the edge, he kept up his pace until she was convulsing with the best orgasm she’d ever had. He pulled his fingers out of her, and the sight of him licking her wetness off of his fingers was almost enough to make her fall over the edge again.

Gwilym slid up the mattress until his face was level with hers. She turned and placed her hands on either side of his head before initiating another deep kiss. She pulled him until his entire body hovered over her own. His lips attached to her neck, and though she was still sensitive from her orgasm, she didn’t want to wait any longer. “Gwil,” she breath into his ear. “Please Gwil.” Her hand snaked down the length of his torso until she felt his member in her hand. He was so worked up that he bucked into her hand as she began stroking him. “You’re so needy, baby. Tell me what you want.”

Her words elicited a quiet moan from him. “You. Just you.” His lips met hers hard before he aligned himself with her entrance. He looked into her eyes once more. She nodded and he finally entered her.

Y/N had been with other men before, but none of them had even come close to filling her up as fully as Gwilym did. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he gave her a moment to adjust. After a few seconds, she pushed her hips up to meet his, silently giving him permission to begin.

He started slowly, afraid of hurting her. She felt heavenly around his cock, like she was perfectly made just for him. But she was just as needy as he was and kept bucking against him in an attempt to speed up the pace.

“So eager,” he chuckled. “Use your words, Y/N.”

“I need more of you, Gwil. God, I need more.” A moan escaped her lips at his tantalizingly slow pace, and he smirked down at her.

“All you had to was ask, my sweet, sweet girl.” He pecked her cheek before sliding his hand behind her head. He readjusted his weight and held her close as began to thrust into her with a renewed sense of purpose. He wasn’t going to last long, especially not with the cries that were flowing from her lips. She was so warm, and all she wanted, at least in that moment, was him.

When Gwilym felt her walls tighten again, his movements became more erratic.

“I’m so close, love.” He was struggling to hold back, but he knew he couldn’t for much longer.

“Me too, oh my God Gwil please. Please.” That was all it took for his hips to stutter as he released his warm, sticky fluid inside of her. The warmth the coated her walls was enough to send her tumbling back over the edge. Her vision went black and he continued moving inside her, coaxing her through the wave of pleasure that had taken over every inch of her being.

Her body trembled as she came down from her high, and though he was gentle, she cried out when finally pulled out of her. Gwilym held her tightly, steadying her as the began to come back down to earth. He sweetly kissed her temple, her nose, then her mouth. She parted her lips, inviting him to deepen the kiss. They laid there making out for short while.

Suddenly, Gwilym broke the kiss, pulling back slightly but his hand remained fully entwined in her hair.

“Y/N, I want you to know that this wasn’t just sex to me.” She looked up at him with wide eyes. “I know there are consequences to what I’m about to say, but I have to say it. I have been in love with you since the first night you came into my office to grade.”

She didn’t hesitate. “I love you, Gwilym.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, taking in the surprised look on his face. He hadn’t dared to hope that she would feel the same way and hearing it out loud was more than he could ever want. “How do we do this?” She asked.

“I don’t know. You only have a few months before you graduate. We just have to keep this between us until then, and maybe for a little while after to avoid suspicion of foul play.”

Y/N didn’t like keeping secrets but knew that in this case she’d have no choice but to make an exception. “What about my thesis?”

“Well, we’ll just have to continue as normal. It would look odd if I suddenly resigned from the committee.”

Y/N nodded, and Gwilym pressed a knowing kiss to her temple. “I know this is difficult,” he said. “But I love you and I want to be with you. It will be okay, Y/N. No matter what happens, you will always have me.”

She smiled, and then jumped up out of the bed. Panicked, she looked at Gwilym and shouted, “THE LASAGNA!”

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chaandknight · 5 years

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Fingers | Roger Taylor | Smut

Summary: Roger just wants to watch you fall apart while he finger fucks you. 1.9k words

A/N: Written while listening to Fingers by Zayn, because its a mood. No beta, probably has a few mistakes. Let me know what you think of it. 70s Roger has my heart and I’m bitter Bohrap didn’t recreate this look exactly. Enjoy.

Tags: Smut, bit of fluff.

No matter what they would say, touring was hard. You had no idea how they did it all the damn time, you were so tired and Queen was only a couple of shows into the tour. They were playing a show now, Roger had begged you to come. He was always adamant about you watching from backstage or even in the crowds, he liked having someone to play to he said. He was extremely needy, constantly pouting whenever he wouldn’t get his way.

He would whine and pout if you even suggested missing a show, he was always needy like that. Roger always had that ‘peacock’ personality, even when you were first years at uni. That was how you go together, actually - he couldn’t help but show off in class, always one upping you with answering your professors questions. The rivalry between you both was something the class would always talk about, taking bets on who would get the highest grade. What they didn’t know was that you had been friends well before university. Perhaps spending countless nights studying and helping him practice drumming was what lead to your first kiss and maybe plotting out the next set of questions you’d argue over in class was what made you decide to officially get together. You had seen him play with smaller bands, then coming to Smile, and finally it was Queen. Words couldn’t describe the pride you had for him, for all four of the boys who worked so tirelessly on their music to finally be rewarded with everything they had dreamed of.

Those dreams however were extremely tiring on you. Between keeping up with your honours degree and touring with Roger you had no time to sleep. You were so drawn out you had actually fallen asleep at an after party, drink in your hand and leaning on Roger. He had been so busy talking to the person next to him that he hadn’t noticed until your drink started to spill on his shirt. He carried you back to your hotel room that night, apologising profusely. He hadn’t realised how much a toll touring was taking on you.

Which is why, when Roger suggested you sit this show out you jumped at the opportunity. An entire night in the hotel room just to yourself? Who would say no? And so you bid Roger farewell, wishing him luck on the show - even though he insisted he didn't need it. You had shed your clothes and were now fast asleep in the lavish bed the hotel supplied.

Roger had walked into your shared hotel room, high off the show buzzing with adrenaline still wearing the clothes he wore on stage. He had missed you during the show and had come back to ask you to the after party. He did not expect to open the door to find you, spread out on the bed. His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room and he found breath caught in his throat. You were fast asleep, sheets wrapped around your naked body, the small strip of slight from the gap in the curtains illuminating your body like a halo. He closed the door, flicking the lock. The after party was long forgotten. He stalked over to the bed, laying down next to you and propping himself up on his elbow to watch you. His finger gently traced the outline of your jaw, finger tips barely brushing soft skin.

You stirred from your sleep, maybe it was the rustling of the sheets or the fact that you could feel his touch on your jaw, your cheeks and neck. It took a while for your eyes to adjust to the light, his face was still flushed from the show, the tips of his hair brushing against your face.

“Slept well my love?” He asked, voice soft enough to lull you back to sleep. You nodded lazily, not willing to move too much. Your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him in closer. He took that as a sign to close the gap between you two, pressing his lips to yours fully intent on keeping it short. You weren’t going to let him go that easily though, your arms tightened around his neck, holding him down until he kissed you properly. He grinned into your kiss, not caring at all that you had just woken. His fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, brushing down your collar bones, gently tracing the bone jutting out, just touching your breasts and finally resting firmly at your waist underneath the sheets. You pulled away from the kiss, trying to make up for the breath he stole from you. He had a shit eating grin on his face, looking down on you slowly taking in your sleep muddled appearance.

“I did, until you came.” you replied absolutely no heat in your voice, running your hand over his shoulder to his chest. He was wearing an open shirt, one of your favourites. His chest was still covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Something that would drive you mad. Your hands ran over his chest, taking in the perfect skin. You grabbed onto his necklace pulling him down into another kiss. His fingers brushed against your stomach, making you shiver from the contact. It didn’t take long for his hands to find the place he was looking for. A small gasp escaped past your lips as he spread your legs, running two finger against your folds.

You weren’t expecting him to jump straight to it. But he did. He clearly was in a mood as he watched over you, seeing you react to his fingers running over your core. You tried to control your breathing, but it was no use. He leaned down, pressing another kiss to your lips. He drew it out as he teased you with his fingers, just brushing over your clit. A soft whine slips from your lips and you can just feel the smirk forming on his face. He pulled away leaving you desperately trailing after him. He just chuckled,

“Babygirl, you’re supposed to be resting” he mused, pressing open mouth kisses down your jaw as his fingers rubbed against your sensitive nub once again. Your hips pushed up of their own accord, not satisfied with the amount of attention his fingers were giving you. He pulled away again, propping himself up his elbow properly. He wanted to look down on you. Watch you fall apart from his fingers alone. You whined from the loss of contact, reaching out for him. He just tutted, evading your grasp. “Let me watch you sweetheart” and with that he pushed a finger into you.

He knew exactly how to move his fingers, what angle would send you into a moaning mess. He’d constantly shower your neck and jaw with open mouthed kisses, watching as you moaned and mewled. His thumb traced soft circles on your clit, sending shivers throughout your body. You were melting from his fingers alone, wanting so desperately to reach out and pull him closer. Whenever you tried he would stop, giving you a look until you complied with what he wanted. You tried to grind against his hands, trying anything to get more friction. He had decided he didn’t like that, halting his movements completely.

“You need to learn to stay still, love” his hand moved to your thigh, squeezing it gently. You pouted, hoping that it would convince him to give you what you wanted. You were too tired to do anything more, wanting nothing more than his fingers back on you. His hand stroked the soft skin of your inner thigh, thumb inching closer to your core.

“Patience, darling.” his voice was soft, sending shivers down your spine. He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear. “Let me make you feel good.” His voice alone would be enough to get you off, you couldn’t help the small moan that made its way past your lips. It wasn’t often you’d listen to him in bed, always fighting back in some stubborn way. It drove him mad, leading to him pushing back just as hard, trying one up your teasing attempts on him. It was times like these, when you were too tired to push back and tease him did he take full advantage. His fingers were back on your core now, tracing invisible shapes on your clit. He had you writhing underneath him once again. This time he had decided you were wet enough, pushing two fingers into you. His name escaped your lips like a prayer.

“Rog…” you gasped, clinging to him. He shuffled closer to you, now hovering over you. He kept his distance between your bodies, just brushing against you. His necklaces dangling over your collar bones, occasionally brushing against your skin when he leaned in to trail kisses over your jaw. His fingers never stopped between your legs, eliciting moans and gasps from you. You were a whimpering mess underneath him. He watched you, mouth slightly open. He’d bite his bottom lip every once and awhile - especially when you called out his name. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.

Your nails dug into his arms, clinging onto him for dear life. You found yourself nearing your climax and he could sense it too. He kept his pace, rubbing circles onto your clit and curling his fingers just so. You found yourself gasping for breath as the knot inside you unfurled and you came. His name was a breathless whisper on your lips as you held onto him for dear life. He coaxed you through your orgasm, pressing his lips to your ear and the soft space just underneath it. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how beautiful you looked when you came, how you were such a good girl for him. He stroked your thigh, waiting for you to come back to your senses.

His arms had small half moon marks on them, his chest red with marks you had no memory of making. You opened your eyes to find your boyfriend smiling down at you. He was so satisfied with himself and if you weren’t half asleep and high off an orgasm you’d tease him for it. For now though, you cupped his cheeks pulling him down into a kiss. He smiled against your lips, finally pressing against you properly. The sheet and his clothes being the only barrier between your bodies.

“Maybe I should stop forcing you to shows from now on. Makes you much more complacent” he mused, hand running up your thigh once again.You had a reply on your lips as your palms found his chest, his hands covered yours, pulling them up to his lips and kissing your fingertips. The retort died before passing on your lips. You felt your heart flutter at his simple gesture, wanting nothing more than to just fall asleep with him by your side. Unfortunately for you, he had other plans. He pulled away, rolling off the bed. You whined, sitting up and pulling the sheet over your chest,

“Where on Earth are you going?” you demanded, voice still recovering from your orgasm. He just laughed, flipping his hair over his shoulder, not bothering to look over at you.

“Shower, love. After party started twenty minutes ago.”

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serpentwithatardis · 5 years

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I'm In Love With My Car (Ben!Roger x Reader)

Prompt: Roger Taylor (ben), where Roger goes to throw the coffee machine the reader tells him if he does then no sex for a month and one of the others make a comment about how he'd rather do it with his car. The reader pretends to be upset and Roger tells her he loves her (jokes about how she's the second most important thing, the first being his car.)

You trudged down the rickety wooden stairs and the sound of yelling grew louder and louder.

"You call me sweet, like some kind of cheese?" you heard your boyfriend, Roger, yell loudly.

"I-It's good!" Brian replied.

"Wow." Roger replied as you entered the kitchen.

"Morning, (Y/N)!" John said. Freddie smiled and bounded over to give you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Roger looked up and walked over to you kissing you softly on the head.

"I'm sorry babe, did we wake you?" Roger said. You shook your head no before stealing some bacon from the pan.

"What are you all laughing about now?" you asked. John sighed and Brian rolled his eyes.

"Roger's car song." Brian muttered.

"Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical Queen." Freddie stated dramatically before walking out. You laughed softly as his theatrics.

"Look, Roger, I know why you're upset. It's because you know that your song isn't strong enough." Brian said exasperatedly. Roger saw red. He grabbed the bacon out of the pan and flung it at Brian's face.

"Is that strong enough?" he yelled.

"Roger!" you exclaimed in shock. He continued to smash pots and kettles and other kitchen appliances. Then, he reached for the coffee machine. The creator of heaven. Your only source of energy this whole recording

"Not the coffee machine!" Brian and John yelled, but he ignored them. He went to throw it when you yelled.

"ROGER IF YOU THROW THAT COFFEE MACHINE, THERE WILL BE NO SEX FOR A MONTH!" He faltered, before looking at you in shock. Brian choked on his coffee and John just stared at you wild eyed. Roger stared into your eyes before slowly putting down the coffee machine. You all sit in silence for a bit before John pipes up.

"You know what (Y/N), I think he would rather do it with his car." he deadpanned, causing Brian to burst out in laughter. Roger simply huffed and turned around having his back to you, and you decided to have a little fun.

"You know what John, I reckon your right, I mean he has never written a song about me. " you said, audibly sniffing and shooting a wink towards the other two boys who had to stifle their laughter. Roger turned around in shock before you walked away and into Brian's waiting arms, pretending to sob loudly in his shoulder. Roger ran to you with wide eyes, rubbing your back.

"No, no, baby, this song doesn't mean anything about our relationship. I-I actually have written some songs about you, but I'm too embarrassed. It's hard to write songs about the one you love." he said softly. You shot up from Brian's grasp and stood in front of Roger.

"Y-You, l-love, me?" you stuttered in shock. You didn't even notice Brian and John swiftly leave the room. Roger grabbed your hands gently and smiled shyly.

"Well, yeah. I mean, how could I not?" he whispered. You kissed him passionately then pulled away.

"I love you too Rog." you whispered, faces inches away from each other. He smiled brightly before whispering in your ear.

"I'm sorry to say, but you still are only the second most important thing in my life. " you looked at him in confusion.

"My love for my car always comes first."

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etherealperrie · 5 years

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Drunken Moments {pt. 2}

Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor - In which reader and Roger have been friends for years and are closer than anyone could imagine, but underneath the laughter & joyous friendship lies a deep pining and love that is only revealed in the unfiltered moments -

Word Count: 5.4k+

A/N: Mentions of alcohol. Friends to lovers. Part two of a possibly three+ part series. I hope y’all continue to love on this story, it has been a pleasure to write. This is a work of pure fiction and in no way reflects actual events - just some fluff & angst. Also, (gotta shoutout @youmakeme-wonder for helping me plot & plan & reading some early stages, thanks boo) 💕🍾 All that good GOOD angst under the cut bb’s

When you wake, the sight of your own bedroom is unfamiliar. The room is dark, the curtains pulled shut, the dull sound of the small fan oscillating cool air throughout the otherwise stuffy room the only sound. All things Roger must’ve done in an attempt to make you more comfortable. You groan and flip over onto your front, running your hands along the empty side of the bed, the sheets cold. Roger. You dreamt that he stayed with you all night and the absence of his body is disappointing, but as your room comes fully into focus and as your hungover mind slowly recalls everything from the night before, you sigh deeply and force yourself to sit up.

He came back, but he didn’t stay. Not that you expected him to. Honestly, you’re still surprised at his appearance at your flat. His behavior was unprecedented, under the guise of returning your coat. Last night as he held your hair back, carried you, and dressed you for bed he wasn’t silly and joking but a different combination: soft and careful, concerned and kind. So different from the boisterous, playful Roger everyone thought they knew – yourself included. You often compared yourself to the other women in Roger’s life, a habit that never yielded any happiness, but before last night you’d never seen him act this way. Not with you and especially not with a nameless brunette. You know Roger cares for you, years of friendship tend to foster that, and although you know how vast your pining for him is, you never imagined that his feelings could be expressed through physical intimacy.

A kiss. One he’s probably regretting in the very moment you’re reveling in the memory of it.

You run your fingers across your lips lightly, in the very same way Roger kissed you. It was so soft, so quick that it might as well have been a dream. You wanted to pull him into you then and crash your lips against his, to get it out of your system; to finally feel the strength of his arms wrapped around your middle and show him how you wanted more – to fist his unruly blonde hair in desperation, but the look on his face when he pulled away was enough. It was a mistake. The speed with which he left, the look of shock in his typically calm, green eyes, all an indication of instant regret.

Pushing yourself out of bed, you leave the thought behind. You meander through the hallway to the kitchen, in no real rush, if you were being honest your head still aches. Terribly so. When you attended Roger’s parties in the past or any event the boys throw, you’re much better about taking it slow – parties are so much more enjoyable that way. But last night was reckless. Stupidly so. It was because of Roger, sure, but you kept drinking to console yourself – in an attempt to quiet your inner monologue. That voice in the back of your head nagging you, telling you that he’d never love you – not in a room filled with prestigious, gorgeous women throwing themselves at him. That voice telling you to drink more, to get angry, to hate yourself for loving him, for giving yourself to him wholly, only to be considered a friend.

You brew a cup of coffee and the strong scent fills the room, brisk and enlightening as you bring it to your lips. You love being Roger’s best friend and last night you drank only to stop the nasty thoughts. Being with him is like no other feeling in the world. Platonic relationships are so undervalued – the way he’d hold your hand and squeeze it tightly to comfort you when you’d attend large events with the band or the laughs you shared backstage with the rest of the boys or even that time you just held him and wiped his tears when things got too overwhelming. Nothing in the past required a romantic intimacy nor provoked any sort of tension or pressure – the two of you could simply just be. Everyone knows you’d want more, but being his best friend was refreshing and sweet. Hell, even just being in his life for any moment of time was enough. Now as you think about last night, guilt consumes you.

If you wouldn’t have drunk yourself into an oblivion. If you wouldn’t have left the party early because you thought you couldn’t handle the sight of him wrapped up in the arms of another woman he wouldn’t have come check on you – wouldn’t have seen you so vulnerable – and he wouldn’t have kissed you. Though the feeling was glorious, it was in poor taste.

Tired and unwilling, you leave the cup of coffee behind and wander down to the bathroom unprepared to deal with the mess you left last night. You turn the corner and kick the door open, expecting to hear the sound of glass scattering across the tile, but it’s quiet.

The room is clean, practically immaculate. No red stain on the floor, no shards of glass. The tub had been drained and your towels hung up to dry. You step through the door frame and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, the buttons on your pajama top done up incorrectly so it hangs awkwardly on your chest. Roger. All of this was because of him. Not only had he taken the time to dress you, albeit wonky, but while you slept he cleaned a mess you made. You thought he left immediately after kissing you, but he did stick around – not in the way you most desired, but in a way that made your heart swell nonetheless.

Your eyes are drawn to the sight of familiar red leather draped over the hook by the door, he must’ve placed his jacket here last night in the midst of his cleaning and forgotten it by the time he left. You pluck it from the hook and slip it on, looking back to the mirror. This time it’s cold, sending goosebumps down your arms as you spin around in front of the glass admiring the way it fits your frame. It smells like cigarettes mixed with the scent of Roger’s cologne – something woodsy and warm. Feeling suddenly overwhelmed, you shrug it off and lay it on the bathroom counter. Your mind is spinning, filled with thoughts you were too hungover to deal with – you needed to get it out, to someone, to anyone willing to listen.

Dashing out of the room, you reach for the phone and dial the first number that comes to mind.

“Thanks for meeting me,” you sigh, sliding into the wooden seat. Brian smiles brightly, sliding you a cup of tea and a blueberry muffin across the table, taking a sip of his own as he sits down across from you. Brian’s number was the first one you could remember and he quickly agreed to meet you at the café down the street from your flat. It’s busy, buzzing with patrons and to be honest the loud screaming from the kettles and the sound of forks scraping against plates was giving you a wretched headache, but it felt good to be out of the house.

“Of course. I’m just glad to see you up and about this morning” he laughs. You laugh along with him, allowing yourself the pleasure of laughter and joy – you deserved it after how sorry you felt for yourself last night. “Though I suppose if I wouldn’t have given you the hard stuff you might not have had such a rough time.”

You shrug your shoulders. “I would’ve found it anyway,” you sigh, taking a bite of your muffin. The conversation lulls for a moment and Brian coughs, crossing his legs under the table with a bit of trouble – he was too tall for his own good – and you laugh again.

“Where’d you get that sweater?” he asks, breaking the silence. “It looks nice on you.”

“Oh,” you say, running your fingers along the white cashmere material, “it’s Roger’s.” You changed into it this morning after slipping off the leather jacket. You no longer wanted the cool, hard exterior the leather gave you – you simply wanted to feel warm and the sweater felt soft, like home. You tucked the leather jacket in your bag, vowing to take it back to Roger after meeting with Brian. You needed someone or something to distract you, to clear your head before you saw him again.

“Speaking of Rog, how’s that whole thing going, has he come to his senses yet?”

“Well he came over last night.” You bite your lip at the memory and shield your eyes from Brian who’s now fully engaged, resting his elbows on the table as he drinks.

“Oh for fucks sake, finally, you got the shagging out of the way?” he groans.

“Brian!” you shout, drawing a bit of attention from the café patrons, “you are so immature – we didn’t – he literally found me in the bath, puking my guts out, it was the opposite of hot, trust me.”

“Roger’s a freak.” He shrugs his shoulders simply, trying to hold in a laugh. Your eyes widen and you almost spit out your tea, heaving with laughter at the thought. “And let’s be honest babe, after all that whiskey I’m shocked you were able to control yourself.”

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, bright red against the white color of your sweater. Laughter bubbles in your chest and you reach across the table to punch Brian lightly. He mocks pain and you laugh louder, uncontrollably so – you couldn’t stop yourself, it felt nice to not be so down on yourself. You place a hand on Brian’s thigh to steady yourself and he laughs along, shaking his head. Maybe this was part of the reason you never confessed anything to Roger, because you worried that if something were to happen, you’d lose not just him but the rest of the band as well.

As you come back down from your high, light giggles filling the space between the two of you, the sight of a shadow looming over your shoulder brings you back to reality. Brian’s smile fades and his eyebrows raise with concern. You twist around in your chair, suddenly face to face with Roger. He’s holding two cups to go, his eyes red and tired looking.

“Hey Rog,” Brian says casually, leaning back in his chair. You slide your hand off Brian’s thigh and sit up straight, brushing back the wild pieces of your hair that had fallen out of place in your fit of laughter.

“Funny running into you here,” Roger says, his eyes looking from Brian to you.

“Yeah, surprised to see you up considering your wild night” Brian says, raising an eyebrow as he looks from you to Roger.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, eyeing the two coffee cups in his hands.

“Thought you might need a pick me up, but it looks like you’re doing a lot better now.”

Your heart sinks at his words. The coffee was meant for you. He was planning on coming to see you.

“Oh,” is all you’re able to say. You didn’t know what else would suffice, what would diffuse the situation.

“I-is that my sweater?” Roger asks. You snap out of your thoughts and look down at yourself, taking the soft fabric between your fingers and toying awkwardly with the fraying hem.

“Yeah,” you sigh.

“Looks quite nice on her, don’t you think Rog?” Brian interjects.

Roger’s jaw tenses. “Yeah, lovely.” He sets down one of the coffees in front of you and takes a deep breath, avoiding eye contact with you as he does so. His hand runs up the side of your chair and lightly grazes your shoulder, feeling the soft fabric of the sweater. “I’ll leave you two to it, then.”

His hand drops from your shoulder and he gives Brian a soft nod before turning on his heel to leave, the sound of the bell above the door chiming as he exits. You watch him through the shop windows, his free hand balled into a fist – his lips moving quickly as he whispers something to himself that you couldn’t make out.

“Well, I for one think that went wonderfully,” Brian teases. You turn back to look at him and roll your eyes.

“He seemed upset, maybe I should go check on him” you wonder aloud, drumming your fingers against the table top as you think. Whether or not Roger wanted to talk about last night and whether or not you were ready to tell him how you felt, you had to see him – to get into his mind, figure out what was wrong. Why, if he loved you too, like Brian believes, would he have run off so quickly?

You swiftly collect your things and gather yourself together, taking a final sip of tea before pushing yourself up from the table. Brian touches your hand lightly as you scoot the chair in, looking at your reflection in the window – tired eyes untouched by makeup, your hair messily pulled back. You look away from yourself and your eyes meet Brian’s kind brown ones.

“Go easy on him. He’s a jealous idiot, but he wants to be your idiot.”

You laugh at how highly he talks of his friend. “He’s already my idiot, he should know that.”

It wasn’t an easy walk to Roger’s place from the café so you hail a taxi. It wasn’t too long ago that his and Brian’s flat was just across the way from you. Back then you’d all frequent the café often – the boys would talk and argue over album ideas and other days, it would just be you and Roger, sitting casually at a table in the back catching up on life over coffee.

The car comes to a stop and you thank the driver, stepping out. It’s funny, actually. Last night when you arrived to Roger’s place you were excited and hopeful, ready for him to finally take notice of you. As you walked these very steps to the front door you felt exuberant and confident, thinking to yourself how there was no way he’d ignore you or be able to deny you, to discard you as just a friend. Last night you didn’t bother knocking but today you do, rocking awkwardly on your heels as you wait. You weren’t nervous, per say, but an uncomfortable feeling settles in your stomach. You’re here under the guise of returning his jacket, much like he was last night at yours, and that visit didn’t end like either of you expected. It’s uncharted territory now.

Suddenly, the door swings open, Roger’s head poking out from behind the opulent dark wood. His green eyes look you over from head to toe and you wave half-heartedly. He doesn’t say anything, just scoots aside to let you in, shutting the door lightly behind you. The house is still in a messy state – hardly cleaned up from last nights’ party – he was too focused on getting you and yours cleaned up, he hadn’t even considered cleaning his own place yet.

“I brought your jacket,” you say as you wander into the living room, pushing aside a couple of discarded cups to set your bag down, pulling the leather out. He wanders in beside you and takes it from you, running his fingers along it.

“Thanks,” he breathes. You keep your eyes focused on the floor almost too afraid to look up at him. He seems cold, perhaps he wanted you to go – maybe he no longer wants to see you, the kiss was a mistake after all. But you came here for something, not just to return his jacket. What exactly you came for you didn’t even know but deep down you both know it went beyond this platonic surface-level conversation.

Feeling suddenly brazen, you look to him. He’s not looking at you, suspiciously preoccupied with a spot on his jacket, but you continue anyway. “Do you want to talk about last night?”

He looks at you and you can feel your heart thumping wildly against your chest. Roger shrugs his shoulders and folds his jacket over his arm, turning away from you as he starts to wander off down the hall. He looks over his shoulder at you. “Not sure there’s anything to talk about now,” he says as you follow him towards his room.

“No?” you ask, confused by his answer. He pulls open the door to his wardrobe and hangs up his jacket amongst the others. He almost asks you for his sweater back too but he can’t, it looks practically perfect on you – oversized and warm. The sight of you in his clothes would always send his heart into a flurry, no matter if he was upset. It was pure magic.

“I don’t know,” he sighs heavily, turning back to face you. He leans against the wardrobe and just watches you as you twist the ends of your hair between your fingers. “We were drunk, so I don’t know how much of it counts.”

“I guess that’s fair.” You knew it. You knew it was a mistake and you knew he regretted it. Rather than relish in the feeling of his lips against yours when you woke, you should have forced yourself to forget it, like he did. You had a habit of getting your hopes up and you’re always let down – and never easily – it’s almost always feels like crashing back down to earth and it hurts every time.

The room falls silent as you cross the space and sit down on the edge of his unmade bed, the place you hoped you’d end up in last night. Roger watches you with intent and for a second you think a smile flickers across his lips, but you’re not sure. You sigh and bring your legs up to your chest, your feet catching on something as they push the covers aside.

Black lace fabric.

“What’s this?” you ask, grabbing at it. Your breath catches in your throat as you unfurl the fabric, revealing a petite bra.

“A bra.”

“Whose?” you question, holding the material up against your own chest. Roger laughs at the sight of you but you ignore him, flashing him a scolding look.

“Dunno,” is all he says at first. He crosses his arms over his chest, curious as to why you wanted to know or why you cared. It never mattered to you before, in fact, you were almost always supportive of him, teasing him about his sexual victories. But for some reason, this time it bothered you, and he didn’t understand. Why would you care when you were disinterested and drunk last night? He shrugs his shoulders, “someone from last night, probably.”

You take a deep breath. “Right, I should’ve known. You were quite the hit with the ladies last night – surprised you were able to keep it in your pants with everyone around.” The words are sour and they feel wrong, stupid, and immature as they tumble out of your mouth, but it happens so quickly that you’re unable to stop yourself.

“Why are you so upset?” he asks, swiping the lace material from your hand. He smiles jokingly and balls the fabric up, tossing it between his hands. Everything always a joke to him. Even in this oddly tense situation, it was nice to see him smile and joke with you – it reminds you that no matter what you’d still be friends, you’d always love him, he’d always keep you laughing.

“I’m not upset” you lie. You wanted to say more but the words refuse to come out. You’re not sure what you actually want to say and you’re afraid that if you say anymore, you might start crying.

“Don’t lie,” he says sitting down on his bed next to you. “Clearly something about this bothers you.” His voice is soft and the sincerity of his tone is endearing.

“I just think you could do better, that’s all” you reply through gritted teeth.

“I can do better? So this is about me now?”

“It’s always been about you!” you shout.

“You’re the one who left last night without saying goodbye.” He shrugs his shoulders. You blamed him and now he was blaming you – you’ve done this before with him but never about anything serious. Never about anything that involved your hidden feelings or put that platonic intimacy you shared on the line. It was going to come out, everything, you could tell. It was going to boil over.

“Right,” you scoff, “and you’re the one who came to check on me.”

“Guess I should have left that job to Brian.” He crosses his arms, dropping eye contact with you.

“To Brian?” you gasp, knitting your brow together in confusion.

“Yeah,” he sighs heavily. Shaking his head, he tosses the bra onto the floor, “you two were quite the pair last night and now at the coffee shop? Gotta say, I didn’t think you’d cozy up to him like that.”

“God, Roger, you are such a pain! How could you think Brian and I are anything more than friends? I swear, sometimes you’re a complete idiot – I can’t believe I love you!” You’re shouting, the heat rising in your cheeks.

His eyes widen at your words; words you didn’t realize you actually said aloud.

“Did you just say you love me?”

You rake your hands through your hair, frustrated but feeling bold and free, unafraid to back down. The feeling you desperately tried to hide for year was finally out in the open. You didn’t have to pretend anymore.

“Yes, Rog. I’ve loved you for years but you’ve always been to oblivious to notice!” You’re still shouting, too upset to look at Roger or care to see how he’s reacting. He pushes himself up off the bed and stands in front of you, placing his hand under your chin so that you’ll look at him. His expression is difficult to read.

“I’m oblivious? How could you not think me taking care of you last night wasn’t love?” He’s shouting now too, waving his hands wildly in exasperation.

“I thought that for a second that maybe it was – maybe you were – but now I’m not sure,” you whisper, your eyes drifting to the black lace material littering the carpet. Roger presses his lips together tightly then releases them, running his tongue across his bottom lip as he realizes what you mean.

“But you think I fucked the woman from last night, don’t you? You think I love her.” His gaze flickers to the floor and then back to you, your breath hitching in the back of your throat as he shakes his head with his eyes intent on you.

“I think you’ve loved a lot of women, Roger.” You cross your arms over your chest and watch as his face shifts from a frown to a slight smile, sly and smug; knowing. He groans and sits down next to you again, resting his hand on your knee.

“You damn well know I’ve loved very few. Slept with a lot, sure, yeah – but it was just physical, lust, you know?”

“Well you’ve never looked at me that way so was I really that far off in assuming you didn’t like me back?” You roll your eyes, pushing his hand off your knee as you flop down onto your back, letting your legs dangle off the edge of the bed. “Besides, you were so preoccupied with your brunette friend.”

He blows out a puff of air, hard and fast, and lays down next to you – angling his head so he’s able to look at you. “For god sakes, I didn’t sleep with her – I love you! Why else would I have left her here to go see you?”

You open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. You’re not sure how to respond and even if you did, you’d probably ruin it, so you let him continue.

“Y/n, you do know how you looked last night, right? That green silk? I’ve gotten good at keeping it together around you because I didn’t want you to know – but god…” His voice trails off, unable to finish his thought out loud.

You blush, the pink color spreading vibrantly across your cheeks. You never imagined he thought of you that way, it was part of the reason you drank yourself blind, but perhaps you just weren’t looking hard enough. You hope he’s not looking at you now, though, you’re too embarrassed to check.

“But it’s not just the dress, it’s you. It was you that night you just held me backstage and it was you every night we spent catching up on the couch. It’s you right now – hungover, pissed off, in my sweater.”

“It’s my sweater now, sorry” you mumble, lifting the hem of the sweater up and hugging it close to your torso, burying your face in the soft fabric.

“Brian’s right, it does look lovely on you but I think it would look better on the floor.” His lush green eyes glint under the soft bedroom light, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he looks you over. You can’t help but laugh, pushing his face away with your hand.

“I cannot take you seriously!”

Roger groans, “I just said I love you and now you’re not gonna let me make a move?” He flops onto his back and looks up to the ceiling watching the ceiling fan spin round, blowing cool air over you. “Guess I’ll have to take you on a proper date to prove it, then.”

“Prove it right now,” you breathe and slide your hand down the sheets until you find his, lacing your fingers through his. His hand clasps tightly around yours, squeezing it, rubbing small circles into your skin with his thumb. “Kiss me.”

“I already did,” he replies, tilting his head to look at you. His smile grows at the sight of your reddened cheeks, an emotion you no longer had to hide from him – you could be his now, gleefully.

“Like you mean it this time, Rog.”

He awaits no further invitation – he’d been waiting for a moment like this for a long time, longer than you could imagine. Smiling, he rolls over until he’s on top of you his arms poised on either side of your body allowing him to hover above you, his legs tangled with yours. It’s a sight you never thought you’d see: his hair hanging wildly in his face, tickling your cheeks, the image of him fading away as your eyes fall shut in anticipation.

As his lips press against yours lightly, you quickly become impatient. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you, sinking into the sensuousness of his lips – they were just as soft as you imagined but the way he’s kissing you, wet and rough, is unlike anything you’ve pictured before. The feeling of his body against yours, warm and yielding to desire, sends your heart into a tizzy as it beats wildly against your chest, echoing in your ears. He hums into the kiss as his free hand rests on your hip, travelling up under your sweater and even though you’re hot, the feeling of his calloused hand on your bare torso sends chills across your body.

He never wants to stop kissing you. He’s waited so long that the thought of having to pull away is almost crushing. Though his arms were getting tired, there was nothing that could befall the feeling of your lips on his. Each time he breathes, he succumbs to your sweet scent, consuming his mind and each of his senses as you move your lips in sync with his, wet and soft, like velvet. As your hands slip through the ends of his hair, twisting the blonde strands around your fingers, he lets out a deep sigh into the kiss, feeling fully at home – warm, safe, protected, comfortable. These were all things Roger strove to be for you even just as a friend, but now as you kiss him, he starts to understand just how much you cared for him and all this time, he’d been nothing but oblivious. He starts to pull away, desperately needing to see your face again.

You’re left feeling cold as he pulls back, watching him take his bottom lip between his teeth as he rolls off of you. Without thinking, your eyes falter shut again and your own hand is at your lips, tracing over where Roger’s lips were just seconds ago. There’s not an ounce of regret or guilt, only pure infatuation.

“Are you convinced now?”

Your eyes flutter open at the sound of his voice, worried he may have caught you in your reminiscent state. He chuckles at the sight of you and props himself up on one elbow to get a better look at your face, flushed red, but endearing as the smile on your lips grows – a smile he knew he had something to do with.

“Guess so,” you laugh. It was nice to still be laughing with him. For so long you worried that doing this: revealing how you felt, kissing him, wanting to be his alone would ruin everything but what was a romantic partner at its core if not a best friend?

His attention drifts away from you for the first time in quite a while, looking to the clock sitting on his bedside table.

“Shit,” he breathes, rolling off the bed. “I was supposed to be at the studio twenty minutes ago.”

You force yourself to sit up, disappointment weighing you down, and watch as Roger stumbles around the room as he strips from his dingy denim blouse and sweats to something slightly more professional. He doesn’t hesitate as he swaps his shirt for a red striped blouse, turning to you as he does up the buttons.

“Rog, stop. You’re doing the buttons up all wrong” you mumble, pushing yourself off the bed. “They’ll still be there and let’s be honest, you’ll probably still beat Freddie.” You shake your head and undo the few he rushed through, trying to conceal your blushing cheeks as your fingers brush against his bare torso.

“Don’t need to hide it anymore, remember? I already know. You love me.” His tone is light and playful as he watches you finish up the buttons, leaving the top two or three undone.

“Don’t make me regret saying it,” you tease. He was right, though. You didn’t have to hide it anymore and although it would take some getting used to but, oh, the freedom it would bring you.

“Come on, let’s go” he says, grabbing his leather jacket out of the wardrobe and draping it over his shoulders. You follow him outside to the car, trailing behind him slowly as the unlocks the doors and hops into the driver’s seat. Roger was never one for slow burn or over the top romantic gestures, but neither were you. As you reach for the door handle, a thought runs through your mind.

“Do you think things are going to be different now?” you ask meekly, settling down into the passenger’s seat. It all seemed great, almost too wonderful to be true. You had a habit of asking too many questions – of yourself and of the people around you. You’re a bundle of doubt and nerves, but that was a part of the reason you love and admire Roger so much – he was able to balance you out. You just hoped it would continue to feel that way as your relationship developed. You knew him as a friend, loved him, but romance was a space unknown, unexplored.

He starts the ignition and eases his foot off the brake, the car rolling out of the driveway and into the street. With one hand tightly gripped around the wheel he lets the other drift off, coming to rest on your thigh. He rubs his thumb across your bare leg and you inhale sharply, turning to look at him. Sun streams across his face, golden and bright, but you can’t deny yourself the sight of his crooked smile – sultry, kind, and reassuring all at once. You let your hand rest atop of his, lacing your fingers through his and squeezing it tightly.

“It’ll be different,” he breathes, “but it’ll be nice not having to hide.” He lifts your hand to his lips and kisses each knuckle softly. “You were my best friend yesterday and you’re my best friend today, just with an added bonus.”

Tag List: @duvetsandpillows @roger-the-killer-queen @wafflehousewarrior @a3lizalee @zyanmaik @missfrenchrose @deakydickfanpage (hopefully I remembered everyone, lemme know if I missed you or wanna be tagged in the future)

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sevenseasofrog · 5 years

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i actually love them more than i love myself

(tap for better quality) ❤️ also ,,, sorry not sorry for the lack of cropping i was too shook to crop it

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walking-true-to-style · 5 years

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Drive in, Drive Me Crazy Sequel: Crazy In Love

John Deacon Moodboard

#queen x reader #queen #bohemian rhapsody #john deacon #borhap #john deacon mood board #john deacon imagine #queen x reader #queen imagines #queen fanfic #disco deacy #deacy x reader #joe mazzello john deacon #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x you #joe mazello x reader #bo rhap imagines #bo rhap moodboard #johm deacon aesthetic

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the-aussie-fangirl · 5 years

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Not Good Enough

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader

Warnings: Sadness, Cheating

Summary: Y/N has felt that something hasn’t been right in her relationship with Roger for a while and finally decides to confront him about it.

A/N: This is my first fic that I’ve posted on tumblr so please be gentle. Also, let me know if you want a part two!

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The He house was quiet, almost too quiet. The only light that illuminated the once viberant rooms was the small beam off moonlight that shone through the crack between the curtains.

You sat on your bed, staring at seemingly nothing. The book that you had previously been reading was long forgotten and thrown to the side. It was nights like these that made you wonder why Roger was even with you in the first place.

Roger was supposed to come home at 10:00 that night but never did which only lead you to assume the worst. And that’s what got you into this position. You couldn’t sleep, you just sat there on the bed staring into space, your brain clouded with worry.

It was 2am when you finally heard the sound of a car pull up outside your house before you heard the door slam shut and it drive off again into the night. You then heard the door crack open and soft footsteps make their way up the stairs as if not to disturb you.

Roger entered the room reeking of alcohole and cheep perfume. It was the third night this week that this had occurred.

“Y/N! I didn’t think you’d still be up.”

You just shook your head. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. At the beginning of your relationship, people had warned you of Roger’s tendencies but he had never given you a reason to believe he was being unfaithful. At least, up until a few weeks ago.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice that Roger had moved to sit beside you on the bed. His hand rested on your back in a feeble attempt to comfort you.

“What’s wrong love? You know you can talk to me.”

You finally turned to face him and his heart sank when he noticed the tears building in your eyes.

“Am I not good enough for you Roger?” You muttered.

He was taken aback, not having expected you to be so blunt with him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

You scoffed.

“Please, don’t play dumb”

He was starting to panic now. He didn’t want to admit it but deep down he knew what was coming.

“I know you’ve been cheating on me Rog.”

That was the last straw for him as tears started to roll down his cheeks.

“How long have you known?”

“I answered the phone when she called yesterday but I think I’ve known for a while now. I just so badly hoped that it wasn’t true”

Hearing you say those words broke Rogers heart. He knew that he messed up. He didn’t want that random girl from the bar, he wanted you.

Roger moved from his spot on the bed so that he was kneeling on the floor in front of you and he took you hands in his.

“Please forgive me.” He pleaded. “It didn’t mean anything I swear”

But it was already too late.

“I can’t do this anymore Roger” you said solemnly. “I’m going to stay at a friends house, don’t come looking for me.”

With that you left. Roger watched from the window as your car backed out of the driveway.

He collapsed on his knees, sobbing. What had he done?

You were the best thing in his life and he threw it all away for some random blonde that he met at the bar. Roger loved you with all of his heart but maybe it was for the best because in that moment you both knew, you deserved better.

#roger taylor x reader #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy #bohemian rhapsody #queen band #queen #bo rhap imagines #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #roger taylor #brian may #john deacon #angst #heartbreak #queen imagines #fanfiction #y/n

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assembledherethevolunteers · 3 years

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Day 4- Christmas Shopping

A/N: Hi, everybody! Not a request, but a prompt for @acdeaky ‘s writing challenge! I haven’t been able to take part in the first few days, but I am determined to take part in the rest of them. I hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x fem!reader

Summary: You’re out shopping with your best friend (and crush) Ben for the holidays.

Warnings: Fluff, a dash of mutual pining

Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows

You locked arms with your best friend and put your head on his shoulder.

“You can’t be tired yet! We haven’t gotten the perfect gift yet.”

“Beeeen,” you whined. You couldn’t help it. Your feet were hurting and the rest of you was freezing. “We’ve been to nearly every shop in London. Not all of us get to work for three months and then take six months off.”

Ben nudged you, but shook his head with a smile, knowing you were joking.

That damn smile haunted you. You’d fallen in love with six years ago when the two of you first met through a mutual friend at a pub for drinks.

“Fair enough, how about we get some hot chocolate up here?” Ben nodded to a small cafe just a block ahead. “Then we’ll go to one or two more spots? There’s a small shop that my mum loves that we still need to go see.”

“Fine,” you untangled your arm from him, coming up with a plan. “But last one there has to buy the hot chocolate!” You took off running, even though you were weighed down by your bags of gifts.

“Hey!” Ben ran after you, trying to catch up, even though the streets of London were slippery, but there weren’t a lot of people around.

You were almost to the door of the cafe when you felt a pair of arms around your waist, pulling you away from the door.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Ben nearly yelled in your ear. “You don’t get to cheat and then win like that!”

You started laughing as Ben began to lift you off the ground.

“Ben!” You couldn’t stop laughing as he tickled you. “Ben! I can’t breathe!”

Ben chuckled and set you down while you caught your breath. You smacked his arm.

“You know I hate that!”

“And you know I hate to lose,” Ben replied matter-of-factly.

“Well, I technically beat you, so you’re buying,” you stuck your tongue out at Ben before walking into the cafe.

Ben followed you inside, not arguing about buying. He’d been planning on it anyway. He just wanted a reason to hold you close like that.

Ben shook that thought out of his head. Six years of friendship, and he wasn’t going to ruin it over a crush that he was sure was not reciprocated.

“Two hot chocolates, one with a shot of peppermint and one with a shot of caramel, please?” You ordered at the counter.

“Ah, you know the way to my heart,” Ben told you as he handed over his card to the teenager behind the counter.

You looked away, hoping that the look on your face didn’t give anything away.

The two of you walked down to the end of the counter, waiting for your drinks.

“So, where else do we need to go?”

“Just one or two more places. Nothing more than two blocks away.”

“Perfect.”

“Two hot chocolates,” another teenager slid the two cups towards you and Ben.

You both grabbed them, thanked the person behind the counter, and made your way out of the cafe.

“Alright, lead the way,” you nodded down the street.

Ben took you down to an antique shop that had some interesting things in the window, even though you’d been there with him a few times before.

“Trying to find something for your mum?” You asked just before going in the door. Smiled wide at you.

Ben didn’t say anything, but followed you in.

“Ah! Mister Jones!” The woman behind the counter greeted him. “We got that necklace shined up for you.”

“Necklace?” You frowned at him. “You already got something?”

“Why don’t you come look at it?” Ben put his hand on the small of your back and led you towards the counter. “Could we see it, please?”

The woman smiled wide and then walked to the backroom. She came back with a small box that was a dark maroon color.

“I think we did a good job with it. You two tell me what you think,” she opened the box and you gasped.

It was a simple gold pendant in the shape of a rose. It was small and delicate. It was almost the same necklace that your grandmother had when you were growing up. It had mysteriously gone missing after she passed, even though your family was certain that one of your cousins had sold it.

“Merry Christmas,” Ben told you sheepishly.

You felt tears come to your eyes and you looked at him. “You didn’t.”

Ben rubbed the back of his neck and you noticed a slight blush on his cheeks. “I did. I remember you mentioning a necklace like that that your grandmother had and…”

You threw your arms around Ben and pulled him in for a kiss.

It was clear that he was thrown off by it at first, but he then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, kissing you back.

His lips were just as soft and sweet as you imagined them, including the bit of caramel from this hot chocolate.

The woman behind the counter laughed. “Alright, alright you two, that’s enough of that.”

The two of you reluctantly pulled apart, but kept a hold of each other.

“Sorry, ma’am, just um…a bit excited, that’s all.” You told her.

“I can see that, love. You’ve got yourself a good man here, it seems.”

You looked at Ben, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah, I really do.”

The two of you finish up at the antiques shop and left, still not sure where that left your relationship.

“So,” Ben began. “That kiss?”

“Mhm,” you responded.

“Are we going to talk about it?”

You shrugged. “We can talk about it. Or,” you pulled Ben to a stop and looked up at him through your lashes. “We can go back to yours and do it some more.”

Ben cleared his throat and then called for a cab.

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy oneshot #ben hardy fluff #ben hardy x you #ben hardy fanfic #bohemian rhapsody #bo rhap #bohemian rhapsody fanfic #bohemian rhapsody cast #ben hardy x female reader #acdeaky’s december writing challenge

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killerqueenunderpressure · 4 years

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borhap boys as quotes from my snap stories:

joe: two weirds! I love them

gwil: every day I wake up at 3 am and I have no blood in my arm

rami: if you die, you can be my friend

ben: you have to be drunk to buy corn?

part 1/?

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innuendostyles · 4 years

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Can u do another famous reader thing but they’re doing Spill Your Guts and she keeps getting asked about Ben cause of the flirting on IG

heres the shameless ig flirting!

“let’s take a quick look at what we’ve got” james announced, a nervous smile on his face as he looked at you with raised brows. you nodded and took a deep breath, grimacing as you saw some of the plates.

“hot sauce, bird saliva, there’s… a giant water scorpion” the entire audience groaned and your face turned up in disgust.

“we’ve got some jellyfish” james said and your eyebrows raised, “is that real? holy shit”

“oh but wait ‘cause there’s bull testicles” the audience chuckled and you added, “oh yes, ofcourse! just some casual bull testicles!”

“and our last three… salmon smoothie, bug trifle and the one they’ve all been waiting for…” the audience jeered him on, “…cod sperm!”

you groaned and contorted your face, “what have i agreed to” you whined, jokingly.

“okay so, we’ll have y/n ask me a question first… oh god i am so not ready for this” he concluded.

“so if you wanna pick my forfeit meal for me, y/n.” he breathed deeply, looking at all the substances in front of him. you spun the table so the hot sauce sat in front of him.

“great.” he said, straight-faced.

you picked up the small card on the table that sat next to you and eyed the question before you chuckled and covered your mouth with the card to stop you from cackling.

“this is a good one,” you said. “james.” you deadpanned, “what is my worst song?” you asked with a smile. “come on, it’s not that hard!” you giggled.

“yeah, it’s not you answering the bloody question!” james bantered.

the audience were shouting encouragements and you looked at james with a raised brow as he looked down at the sauce. he grimaced as he sat back on his chair.

“okay, y/n, you know i am a massive fan of all your work and i have endless amounts of respect for you and your music.” he began, “but, i’m gonna have to say….” he moved his finger to his chin as if to look like he was thinking. he named one of your very old songs, one from your first album.

“i hate that one too, its alright, james” you teased.

“i never said i hated it!” he defended with a chuckle.

“my turn” he smiled slyly, before turning the table so that the salmon smoothie was in front of you.

“oh god” you muttered.

he picked the card up and gave it a once over.

he chortled as he read it and the audience wooed in anticipation.

“if you answer this, i’ll drink the bloody smoothie myself” he joked.

your eyebrows shot up as he read the question, “y/n, your new world tour is almost here, but which city are you least excited to perform in?” he covered his own face with the card as he rocked back and forth in laughter.

“oh that’s unfair!” you complained jokingly, “i’m excited for all of them!” you whined. you couldn’t answer the question, simply because you didn’t have an answer, so you picked up the smoothie and took a sip. you purposefully blocked out the sound of the audience groaning as you drank it. you moved the cup away from your mouth and spat the sip out in the bucket next to you. you washed your mouth out with the water provided and shivered as you were hit by the aftertaste. the audience laughed and you frowned playfully.

you picked up a card for james after you selected the scorpion as his forfeit. you gasped as you read his question and repeated his earlier statement, “if you answer this one i’ll eat the scorpion for you”. he shook his head as he realised how bad the question must have been, and still appeared to be shocked as you asked him “who has been the most boring guest on the late late show?” his face contorted as he chuckled in terror.

“i’m gonna have to eat the scorpion… i have the answer, though.” he wiggled his brows before eating the scorpion. his reaction was hilarious, but before you knew it the cod sperm was in front of you and james was laughing at your face as you eyed it.

james giggled for a while before he showed the camera the question, the audience wooing as you got more and more nervous. “this could be an exclusive people!” james shouted before asking you the question. “who was the last person you kissed, y/n?” you gasped dramatically.

the public didn’t know about you and ben yet, though they’d probably seen the shameless flirting on their instagram feeds. “but wait, wait, wait- before you do anything, let me bring someone out who could help your decision…” as you looked up you saw ben walking towards the table, a smirk on his face. the last time you’d seen ben was before you came on stage.

you’d asked him to come with you to the show so that you could both go out for a meal after. you looked at him with raised brows as he sat down on a chair next to james.

“were you in on this? you little shit” you chuckled.

ben held his hands up in defence, “no idea what’s going on love, just got asked to come out here.” he said with an innocent smile.

the last person you kissed happened to be ben, in the green room just before you came on, he swept you into his arms seconds before your name was announced.

you didn’t really want to announce your relationship with ben when you two hadn’t agreed prior, especially not when you were both unprepared to answer questions. so you picked up the cod sperm and looked directly into ben’s eyes as you placed it into your mouth.

you gagged as you tasted it, watching ben and james laughing and clapping, “you’ve basically just given us the answer, y/n” james joked, to which you flipped him the bird, playfully. ben applauded you as you grimaced at the taste.

“now y/n, to spit or to swallow…?” james quipped, you spluttered as you heard him asking, “why don’t you answer that one for us ben?”

ben just chortled as his eyes found you again, knowing the answer perfectly well.

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p4nkow · 4 years

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Maybe someday

A few days ago I rewatched this movie I grew up with which is called “Life as we know it” (I highly recommend you to watch it if you haven’t) and it gave me the inspiration to write this one shot.

Summary: as Lucy and Rami finally leave for their late honeymoon, they ask Y/N and Ben a huge favour — they have to watch over their daughter, Sophie, for one whole week as they’re away. The only problem is that Y/N and Ben can barely stand each other.

Let me know what you think, I’d love to read your comments!

Anxious. Organised. Schematic. Hater of surprises.

If you had to describe yourself with simple, concise words, those’d have been your choices. Everyone who knew you was well aware of the fact that you tended to plan everything. It wasn’t something you liked to do — plan your life in its very details. You just couldn’t help it. Moreover, it helped you to make your schedule clear as well as your mind.

So when Lucy and Rami told you they had to talk to you, the level that your anxiety had reached could’ve been easily imagined. Their party had been awesome — it had given you the chance to meet old friends and to have a little chitchat with those you hadn’t seen in forever.

It’d have been perfect if it wasn’t for Ben.

Oh man, saying that you didn’t get along was not enough. One of the most important things that’d influenced your relationship was the fact that he’d screwed up your first blind date. First and last date, of course. It didn’t take a genius to understand that he had no wish to be there.

Since that day you’d met him quite often — it was impossible not to when your best friends were married and with a one-year-old child. That’s right. Rami had finally summoned the courage to propose to Lucy and now, almost a year and a half later, they had the most beautiful child you’d ever seen.

Sophie Malek was a feast for the eyes and you loved her. Before her you never understood the endless love people showed towards babies, but damn. It was impossible not to love her.

Ben did love her, too. That’s one of the few things that you appreciated about him.

He was just perfect when around her — always caring and careful about her needs. He’d always play with her and the sight of a grown-up Ben playing with duckies and princesses was quite funny. Funny, yes, but cute. Those were the only times when you were in a cease fire. You just couldn’t bring the little Sophie in your war of jabs.

“What’d you guys need to tell me?”

Rami and Lucy exchanged a look and you didn’t like the little smiles painted in their faces. They were pulling a scam on something and Lucy’s words did nothing but increase your suspicions. “Just wait a bit longer.”

Now that the party was over, it was only you, Lucy, Rami and the little Sophie sprawled in the couches of their living room. “How old are you, Soph? Huh?” The little girl had just learned to show her age with her fingers, raising the index finger at her mom’s question.

Lucy was your best friend, your wingman, your partner in crime, the sister you never had. Your friendship had been going on since high school and now she was a mom. God knows you cried your eyes out the day she gave birth.

The unlocking of the door brought you back from your thoughts and you sighed deeply at the sight of Ben. Even though there was resentment between the two of you, you couldn’t deny that he was good-looking. Extremely good-looking. The leather jacket he was wearing on top of his black shirt made him look even more attractive and you hoped he didn’t catch you staring at his black trousers which fit him perfectly. But why the hell did he always wear black?

“I put the garbage out. I hope I guessed right your can.” He didn’t seem to notice your presence as he closed the door behind him, so you just ignored him.

Then he spotted you sitting on the couch right in front of the couple and gave you just a simple nod. Unfortunately there was no room for him on their couch, so he was forced to sit on yours. He made sure to sit as far from you as possible, though.

“You smell so much of feminine scent that I’m about to throw up.”

Ben gave you one of his smirks and you truly wished you could punch him in the face. “You’re just jealous that it isn’t yours.”

“I pity those girls”, replied in kind. Your words did nothing but amuse him and you rolled your eyes.

“Guys.” Thank God Rami saved the situation as Lucy tried to hide her giggles in Sophie’s neck.

“You wanted to talk to us?”

Rami nodded at Ben’s question, surrounding Lucy’s shoulder with his arm. “Yeah, uhm...”

“Do you remember how we never got to leave for our honeymoon, right?”, Lucy came in his help.

“I remember your complaints about it, yeah.”

Lucy’s smile grew even bigger at your words. “We’d organised this big trip to Europe but then...”

“Sophie happened”, Rami concluded.

You remember it clearly, but still you didn’t understand what was their point. When you turned towards Ben for a quick look, you were glad to see that he was just as confused as you. “And?”

Lucy and Rami exchanged another look as Sophie squeezed her duck. “We’d love to do that trip. As a gift for our first anniversary.” Oh no. Now you knew exactly where this was going.

“’f course you understand that we can’t take such a trip with a one-year-old child.” Ben widened his eyes at Rami’s words. He was starting to understand too.

“So we wanna ask you”, Lucy started saying but she was interrupted by Rami. “We beg you.”

“Yeah”, Lucy nodded. “We beg you to take care of Sophie as we’re away. You guys are the only ones we trust.”

“Shit, man”, Ben murmured as he slipped his fingers through his hair. It was something he did when he was nervous. Right now he was extremely nervous and you just couldn’t believe what’d you just heard.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Lucy narrowed her brows in worry. “Y/N, please. You know we cant trust our parents.”

“And we can’t trust Joe”, Rami added. Sophie limited herself to follow your conversation with a curious look.

You, on the other hand, still had to process their request. So you turned towards Ben only to find himself staring at you, horrified. “I’m sorry”, he said by picking his tongue out, licking his lower lip. “I’d love to do that. Really, I’d love to. But with her?”

“Oh so you don’t believe I’d be able to take care of a child?”

“I highly doubt it, yes. Let’s face the truth, ‘kay? We can barely stand each other.”

“And so what? It’s Sophie we are talking about.” You forced yourself to keep your tone low not to scare the child.

Ben exhaled deeply and quietly murmured something, so you moved your gaze back to the couple. “I’ll do it.” Now it was personal — you had to show that prick that you could take care of a baby, differently than he thought. With or without him.

Lucy’s smile was still uncertain as she looked at Ben. He seemed conflicted as he rubbed his hands, looking at you first and then at Sophie. His shoulders rise and lower as he sighed deeply, starting to nod his head ‘yes’. “Yeah, I’ll do it, too.”

Rami let out a relief laugh and he placed a kiss on Sophie’s head. Trying to ignore Ben, you stood up from the couch and leaned towards the baby. “Come to auntie, Soph.”

The baby reached up to you and you gladly picked her up, meeting Lucy’s eyes while doing so. “I owe you one.”

She surely did.

“Auntie Y/N will take care of you as mommy and daddy are away”, you whispered as you smiled back at her.

Sophie’s attention was caught by something behind you, her eyes widening in excitement. You knew who she was looking at even before turning around. It was crystal clear that Sophie loved Ben almost as much as he did. He gently caressed her cheek with a sweet smile on his face. “Hi, love.”

“Don’t make me regret it.” Your words were nothing but a whisper as you talked to Ben.

His jaw clenched as he fixed his green eyes on yours. “Sophie’s our priority now.”

“Yeah, exactly”, you said quietly. “So work your shit out.”

“Hey, Soph. What a bad aunt is auntie Y/N, right? She even swears in front of you.”

You rolled your eyes at Ben’s words and, making sure that Sophie wasn’t looking at you, you mouthed “Fuck off.”

Day One - Monday

Part of the deal was to move at Lucy and Rami’s place for the entire duration of their trip. It was mostly because you didn’t want Sophie to feel completely disoriented as her parents were away.

You murmured a series of “Huh-huh”, “‘kay” and “Yeah” as Lucy showed you were to find the diapers, the baby bath tub, the meals and the toys. She even revealed you a tip on how to calm her down when she was nervous.

Turns out that Sophie loved the noise of the kitchen hood.

For the whole time Ben chatted with Rami in the dining room, giving a look at Sophie sleeping in the playpen every now and then, and you truly hoped that he’d have given you some help in this. Things presaged nothing good.

“I’ll FaceTime you every night”, Lucy promised.

“You already said that.”

“The emergency numbers are on the kitchen peninsula.”

“I know, Luce. You showed me.” Your words came muffled at her ears as you hugged her. “Do I have your permission to kick Ben in the balls if he misbehaves?”

“You behave.” Lucy wiggled her nose as she giggled and turned towards Rami, who was standing right next to her.

He leaned towards you to give you a hug and he whispered to your hear “You have my permission.”

His words made you giggle and you gained a glaring from Ben. “What?”

“You smell of baby puke.”

You held back a middle finger as you waved at Lucy and Rami who were now walking away.

As their car disappeared from your sight, you silently closed the front door, trying not to wake Sophie up, and then turned towards Ben. “What?”, he asked by raising a brow in a questioning look.

“We need a schedule.”

Ben slowly blinked, giving you a confused look. “’m sorry?”

“Come with me.”

Five minutes later you were both sitting at the stools of the peninsula, one facing the other, with a beer on one hand and the awareness that it was going to be a very long week.

Ben took a sip of his drink as you twirled a marker between your fingers, looking at the blank white board. “Hopefully we’re gonna make it before Sophie turns two”, he commented with a smirk.

Half an hour. You’d been in his presence for half an hour and you already wanted to punch him. Nevertheless you ignored his comment, starting to write on the board as you said without looking at him “I work three days a week: Monday, Wednesday and Friday from eight to twelve. This means that you’ll have to take care of Sophie all by yourself.”

When you looked up at him, his brows were narrowed. “What now?”, you asked in annoyance.

“I want free days, too.”

“I don’t have free days.”

“Yeah, but you go to work. Those ones count as free days.”

Sighing deeply helped you to keep calm. “Okay, then. What do you suggest?”

“Sunday night.”

“I’m not spending a Sunday night all by myself, Ben.”

His smirk was a hint on what his next comment was going to be. “I’m pretty sure that you spent lots of Saturday nights all by yourself, love. When was the last time you got laid?”

“Mind your own business”, you immediately replied.

Ben giggled at your reply and you tried not to stare at his lips as he took another sip of his beer. “And what if I don’t take any other free days? Only this Saturday night.”

His suggestion was reasonable — you bit your lower lip as you thought about it, narrowing your eyes. Why’d he do something like that?

That’s what you asked him. “Why?”

He limited himself to shrug at your question. Not that you were expecting an answer from him. “Fine, then. You got this Saturday night.”

A few moments of silence passed as you wrote on the board and the marker made a shrill sound at every word. “We didn’t think this through.”

Here we go again.

You couldn’t help but throw at him an annoyed glance, sighing deeply as you placed your elbows on the counter and leaned towards him. “Ben.”

“Share the place, both sleep-deprived? ’t sounds like a compelling psych experiment.”

“We cannot draw back now, ‘kay? We’re pretty deep in this.”

His green eyes stared at you for a few moments, still processing your words. It wasn’t a problem of yours if he had an issue with you. Both of you had agreed to do that — how could you say no to Rami and Lucy?

Ben exhaled deeply and leaned towards the back of the chair, moving his gaze away from you. You’d won the argument for now.

There were lots of other things to plan and to write down on the whiteboard and you were about to say it when a little squeak, followed by a little crying caught both yours and Ben’s attention. He gave you a disoriented look and you hurried to stand up, leaving the board still unfinished as you moved in the other room.

“Hi, honey. Hey.” Sophie was standing on the playpen, her beautiful eyes a bit teary.

Ben’d followed you to the room. “Hey, look at the sleepyhead.”

His expression had completely changed — he seemed another person when talking to Sophie and you could barely believe he was the same man who’d earlier told you you smelled like baby puke. Sophie reached up to him and he was about to walk towards her, but you placed a hand on his shoulder and said “Wait, don’t pick her up.”

His brows narrowed in confusion. “Why?”

“Because she needs to learn how to self-soothe.” Ben looked at you like if you were mad.

“She needs to what?” His yes were narrowed and they seemed even darker than usual.

“Self-soothe”, you repeated. “Soothe herself.”

Ben stuck out his tongue and gestured towards you. “And why’d she do that?”

“I read it, Ben. It’s important. Let’s just give it a minute.”

The way he shook his head made you believe that he thought you were nuts; nevertheless, he did as you said. So you were both standing right in front of the playpen, waiting for Sophie to calm down all alone.

But she didn’t, so an idea came up to your mind. “Five little ducks went out one day, over the hill and far away”, you started to sing in an uncertain voice. You looked at Ben with the corner of your eye and he had an amused smile on his face. “Mother duck said, ‘Quack, quack, quack, quack’ but only four little ducks came back.”

“One, two, three, four. Four little ducks went out one day...” Ben’d started to sing along with you as you tried to impress Sophie with your dance moves. “I don’t remember it”, he whispered to you.

Sophie wasn’t particularly impressed by your singing skills, given that she was still softly crying. The sight of her teary eyes’d become unbearable so — unlike what you’d told Ben — you leaned towards her and picked her up. “I think she’s hungry. Yup, I’m gonna feed her. Let’s go eat, love.”

“I though we weren’t picking her up!”, you heard Ben saying as you walked away.

Day Two - Tuesday

Sophie’d fallen asleep in your arms. Her beautiful blonde hair made her seem angelic as she dreamed and you gently grazed her cheek. You didn’t want her to wake up because of you, but it was impossible not to caress her when se looked so peaceful.

Eventually you forced yourself to let her sleep in peace and you decided to get some work done. You’d been highlighting titles over titles for an hour when you heard the front door unlocking.

Shortly after Ben came into your view and you placed a finger on your lips, silently telling him not to wake Sophie up. His eyes immediately went to the baby sleeping in your arms and his features relaxed at that view. Then he looked up at you with an expression that you’d never seen in his face. Not when he looked at you.

But he quickly looked away, carrying the bags into the kitchen before joining you in the dining room.

He sat far from you, but on the same couch. You could feel his gaze following your movements as you tried to get your work done, and when you looked at him you noticed a strand of golden hair that had fallen on his forehead.

“What you up to?” His words were nothing but a whisper.

You gave a quick look at Sophie before turning your gaze to him. “Some paperwork.”

“Right, work.” His tone made you narrow your brows.

And even though the grey sweater that he was wearing made you feel things, you ignored those feelings and asked “Why did you say it with such irony?”

“You run a bookstore.” As if it was an explanation.

“And what with that?”

If Ben’d realised that his words might’ve hurt you, he didn’t show it. “It’s a bookstore.”

“I love my job, you asshole.”

Then you suddenly realised that Ben was just teasing you. The little smirk on his face couldn’t be misunderstood. “Language, love. Last thing we need is Sophie’s first word to be ‘asshole’.”

You shook your head in amusement and even though you were trying so hard not to, your gaze fell to his lips. It’d happened many times for you to think about his lips, how soft they seemed to be. Usually Ben’d dampen those moment with a jab of his or a perv comment just to drive you nuts. But not this time.

“Ben?”

By hearing your whispers Ben moved his gaze from your lips to your eyes. “Yeah?”

You didn’t want to ruin the moment, but you did it anyways. “Do you smell that?”

His brows narrowed in confusion. You nodded towards Sophie, who was still sleeping peacefully, and Ben leaned towards the baby to sniff on her. “Oh my God.” His face twitched in disgust and he quickly leaned back.

“Did she finally—“

“Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. I think she... She sure did.” The expression on his face was hilarious.

“Ben”, you said with an amused smile.

When he turned towards you, in his face there still was a disgusted expression. “What?”

“Don’t be a pussy. It’s just poop.” Ben sighed and you giggled.

But then it was time for you to change her diaper. Sophie laid in the changing table, looking at the two of you with a little smile on her face. The problem was, neither of you had the courage to face all that poop. “Remind me again why we agreed on this”, you whispered.

Ben gave you the typical ‘what’d I say?’ look but said “Because we are great friends and now Rami and Lucy owe us a big one.”

“And because we love Sophie”, you added.

Ben slowly nodded at your words, a tiny smile appearing on his face. “Yeah, we love this little one.”

“And because uncle Benny’s the best”, you started by taking a step away from him. “He’s gonna be the one to change your diaper. Right, Sophie? Isn’t he the best?”

“What?”

“Oh c’mon, Ben.”

Ben threw his hands in the air. “Why me?”

“Why me?”

Ben sighed again. “Let’s make a team effort, ‘kay?”

You just couldn’t say no when he showed you his puppy eyes. Bastard. “Fine”, you gave up. “I’ll undress her.”

As you unbuttoned her bodysuit, Sophie gave you a big smile. “You’re lucky I love you”, you whispered to her and you heard Ben giggle behind you.

When she was finally free from her leotard, you turned towards Ben. “Your turn.”

“Already?”

“Yeah, already. C’mon.”

He stood right next to you. “It’s a weird smell, right?”

“Why do you always complain? Go ahead.”

“Fine, fine. It can’t be that hard, can it?” He gave you a hopeful look and you giggled.

“It’s something you can take off the checklist”, you said as you tried to hold back a laugh.

“Yeah.” He carefully approached his hands on the diaper but it was crystal clear the fact that he had no idea how to do it.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know. It’s not a bra that I’m taking off a girl, it’s a diaper.” The way he underlined the last words made you laugh.

“It’s not a surgery, just undo the tabs.”

Ben’s hands, so big compared to the little Sophie, were now following your instructions. As soon as the tabs were undone and Sophie was finally free from the dirty diaper, the smell came to you even stronger than before. “Oh my God.”

“What’d I tell you?”, Ben asked with a disgusted expression.

“It’s burning my eyes.”

“We have to clean her up.”

“Yeah, I know.” Trying not to throw up, you quickly took Ben’s place. “Can you please me hand me the baby wipes?”

As you gently held Sophie’s feet up not to dirty her and to clean her better, you hurried to get rid of all that smelling poop. “She didn’t eat enough to produce that”, Ben commented as he watched you.

“Stop it or I’ll throw up.” You gave him a quick look from above your shoulder and Ben smiled back at you. “Another one, please.”

Wiper after wiper, you finally managed to get her clean. Yours and Ben’s reaction did nothing but amuse Sophie, who was giggling with the biggest smile on her face. “Are you having fun, huh?”

“She’s as wit as her mother”, Ben whispered.

After getting rid of the dirty diaper and having Sophie clean and fragrant, you picked her up from the changing table. “What do you say, Sophie? You want uncle Ben?”

“Didn’t hear that”, Ben tried to cut himself off.

“I did hear it, though. Go to uncle Ben, my love.” Sophie reached up to him and Ben grabbed her, giving her the biggest smile you’d ever seen. As you tried to tidy up the room, you heard Ben saying as he walked away “Say Uncle Ben. It’s easy, love. B-e-n.”

Day three - Wednesday

The house was silent. Too silent. That’s why you tried to close the front door as quietly as possible — maybe Sophie was sleeping. Or maybe Ben was. All the bags and books you took home from work were long forgotten on the table as you checked every room of the ground floor to find them.

As you walked upstairs the theme song of Peppa Pig came crystal clear to your ears. It was the hint you needed to know exactly where they were.

“Wow, that was a really good episode.” Who was Ben talking to?

But, more importantly, was he really talking about Peppa Pig?

“Y’know, what I really love about Peppa is that even when everything seems to go wrong and they scr— blow, they blow things up, this funny man keeps saying ‘Oh dear’ or ‘Look out’.” His words made you giggle but you tried not to make any noise. “Auntie Y/N should follow my example, don’t you think? I’m such a good uncle, right Soph?”

You were now standing against the doorframe, watching Ben sprawled on the soft ottoman as he talked to Sophie in a very serious tone, gesturing towards her. The little girl seemed to follow his conversation, letting out little squeaks of excitement every now and then.

“Too bad that aunt Y/N is way better than you.”

Ben turned towards you by hearing your words and gave you a lazy smile. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to hear you talking about Peppa Pig. Oh dear!”

You loved to tease him.

“Oh, shut up.” Despite his words, Ben was smiling in amusement.

You took a few steps towards the baby, kneeling in front of her. “Hi, love. How did uncle Ben treat you, uh? Was he good?”

“I’m the best. Look at her, she’s ecstatic.” Sophie squeaked in excitement, trying to say something as she proved Ben’s point.

“What do you think of a bath? Would you like that?”

Once again, Sophie mumbled some incomprehensible words. They made sense to her, though. “Is that a yes?”, you asked Ben, who limited himself to shake his head as if saying ‘I really have no idea.’

Not being able to decipher Sophie’s words, you took them as a yes. Sophie was now in Ben’s arms as you prepared everything to bath her. Every now and then you threw them a few looks from above your shoulder only to find Ben being completely focused on her, trying to make her giggle by tickling her.

“How was work?”, he asked you as you both waited for the tub to fill up.

You bit your lower lip and gave him an amused look. “Oh, now you care?”

“I was just trying to make conversation”, he quickly replied and shrugged.

His words made you sigh deeply, shutting the faucet and checking the water temperature. “’t was fine, I guess. A bit exhausting. Thanks for asking.”

Sophie loved water. Literally, she loved it. She got all excited when taking a bath and started to spray the water everywhere. Needless to say that both you and Ben were soaking wert as you tried to clean her up. “C’mon, Soph. Just wait for a second”, you almost begged.

“Where the hell is the bloody duck she loves so much”, Ben murmured as he looked for the toy everywhere in the bathroom.

“Language, Ben.”

Ben laughed. Hard. It was probably the first time you heard him laughing like that and you loved that sound. “That’s rich coming from you.”

You mimicked him and gave him a look as you held Sophie. He was sticking out his tongue like he used to do, a proud smile on his face as he held Sophie’s duck. “Look what uncle Ben found, love.”

Sophie became even more excited at the sight of her toy, trying to take it from Ben’s hands when he came closer to you. “Would you hold her? I need to remove all the foam with the shower head.”

He didn’t hesitate to answer “Yeah, sure.” So he gently grabbed her and lifted her, holding her far from his body as he waited for you to wash her.

“Look, Sophie. Uncle Ben’s afraid of getting wet.” If Sophie protested when Ben got her out of the tub, now she was relaxing under the jet of the water.

“I’m already wet.” Dangerous choice of words.

“Then”, you started in an angelic tone. “You wouldn’t mind if I did this, right?” You splashed a bit of water in his face.

Ben was tempted to retract from the jet but Sophie needed to be cleaned. So he bit his lower lip and said in an amused tone “You’re lucky I’m holding the baby.”

“Or what?”

You giggled at the look he gave you and you wrapped Sophie in her bathrobe, taking her from Ben’s arms and holding her close to your chest. “You can’t revenge now. I’m holding the baby.”

“I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.”

You gently rubbed Sophie’s back, leaving a few kisses on her cheeks as you told Ben “Nice movie quote.”

Day Four - Thursday

“Okay, Sophie. I’m almost done, hold on.” The baby food you’d lovingly prepared for the little girl looked nothing like Lucy’s. It tasted good, though. You made sure of it before taking a seat in front of her, ready to feed her.

“She’s not a food critic, she’s a one-year-old”, Ben commented as he watched you. He was leaning against the stool, his arms crossed in his chest as he gave you a sceptic look. Each passing day did nothing but confirm you that he only wore black. The dark hoodie he was wearing was a proof of that.

“She might not be a food critic but sure as hell she doesn’t like my cooking.” And it was true — no matter how much you tried to make her open her mouth and eat her food, she just wouldn’t. “C’mon, Soph. It tastes so good, you’ll love it.”

Ben loudly giggled from where he was standing. “She had the guts to tell you that your cooking sucks.”

“My cooking is amazing. You ate almost half of the roast beef that day at the party”, you protested.

Ben raised a brow. “Did you cook it?”

“’f course I did.” You tried again to feed Sophie but all you managed to do was to get her dirty. You groaned in frustration and sighed deeply.

Five seconds later your attention was caught by the ringing of Ben’s phone. He took it from his pocket and gave a look at the screen before moving his green eyes on you. You raised your brow in a silent question and he bit his lips, walking out of the room and getting the phone out in the backyard.

Sophie finally ate the first spoonful of her meal and as you slowly fed her, your mind started to run wild. Who was he talking to? Was it one of his dates? But then you convinced yourself that it was none of your business.

“Good girl, Soph. Do you like it? Is it good?”, you whispered as you wiped her mouth. Sophie clapped her hands in excitement and it made you genuinely smiled. “Where’s mommy? Say mommy. Mommy”, you repeated slowly for her to understand.

A few minutes had passed before Ben came back into the room. “Did she eat?”

“Just a little bit”, you replied without looking at him.

“She doesn’t like your cooking for real, huh?” Ben was just teasing you but, for a reason that you didn’t know yet, you were pissed at him.

So as you put away the plate on the sink you limited to say “Huh-huh.”

“Y/N?” As you heard him calling you by your name you gave him a quick look. His brows were narrowed in a frown.

“What?”

“What’s wrong?” It was probably the first time that Ben was concerned about you.

You sighed and you turned towards him, drying your hands. “Let’s establish a rule.”

“What rule?” He gave you a confused look.

“The week’s almost over. Let’s spend it peacefully.”

He gestured with his hand while saying “Is that the rule?”

You were starting to get used to the tiny lines forming around his eyes whenever he narrowed them in a confused expression. “No. The rule is that we don’t get to bring dates here in this house. Not around Sophie. I know it’s hard for you to hold on for a whole week, but you’ve got this Saturday night off.”

It was for Sophie’s sake, right?

“Wha— is it because of the phone call?”

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

Ben quickly rubbed his eyes, taking a step towards you. “It was Joe.”

Oh.

You stuttered before saying “It’s the principle that matters.”

“Fine. No dates here.”

A nod is all you gave him as a confirmation before turning towards Sophie. Giving her a better look you said “Ben.”

“Hum?” He followed your gaze to the kid and his eyes widened. “She’s making the look.”

“Yeah, that’s the look”, you confirmed. Not shortly after Sophie started to cry. Loudly and uncontrollably. “Your turn”, you told Ben as you stepped aside.

You heard him sighing as he picked her up, rocking her gently on his chest as he tried to soothe her. “C’mon, be good for uncle Ben”, he whispered as he started to walk around the room.

Your gaze ran over the kitchen and it fell on the hood. “I’ve got an idea.”

Ben limited himself to give you a questioning look and you gestured towards the hood. Still, he didn’t understand. Right, he wasn’t with you when Lucy told you that Sophie loved the noise of the hood. “C’mere”, you whispered as you turned on the extractor fan.

“What are you doing?”, he asked, but he did as you told him.

Now Sophie was softly crying and you tapped Ben on his shoulder, making him sign to lean closer to the hood. The kid’s attention was immediately caught by the noise. Even though she’d stopped crying, her eyes were still a bit teary. It was working.

“Rock her”, you whispered.

Ben looked at you. His green eyes were fixed on yours and you suddenly realised that you were close. Maybe too close. Your chest was touching his arm and his face was just a few inches away from yours. Once again your gaze fell to his lips and for the first time you didn’t care if you were staring at him.

But then Ben cleared his voice and moved his gaze to Sophie. As he gently rocked her he started to sing in a soft voice, trying to get her to sleep “But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.”

You had to cover your mouth not to burst out into laughter. “What are you doing?”

“Everybody loves Radiohead.”

Day Five - Friday

“You went groceries literally three days ago. I can’t believe you forgot all this stuff”, you complained as looked at the shelves.

The three of you had gotten in the supermarket not even fifteen minutes ago and your shopping cart was already full. “’s not like I know what’s on Lucy and Rami’s pantry.”

Ben was pushing the cart without paying attention to what you put in it — his eyes were for Sophie only. She was in a good mood and Ben did nothing but improve the situation by playing with her.

“Does she like peaches?” You gave him a quick look from above your shoulder.

Ben was in a good mood, too, given that he gave you a big smile. Maybe you should go often together to the grocery store.

“Why don’t you ask her?”, he proposed.

Opening a jar of peach jelly, you made her smell it. She wiggled her nose in a disgusted expression and she shook her head. “You don’t like it, huh?”

“Huh-huh”, she replied and her expression made you giggle.

“Told you”, Ben said. “She’s as wit as her mother.”

Sophie smelled at least other three other flavours before picking her favorite — apricot. “Really? Apricot?”

“Apricots are a gift from God.” Ben’s words surprised you.

You had a stupid smile on your face as you said “D’ya like them?”

“I love them.” He underlined the word ‘love’ and you shook your head in amusement.

“Y/N?” Hearing that someone was calling you by your name, you turned your back to Ben to face the stranger.

“Nick?” One of your friends from college — whom you hadn’t seen in forever — was standing right in front of you.

“Wow, I thought I was wrong”, you heard him saying as he hugged you.

You couldn’t tell why, but you felt uncomfortable.

“It’s me”, you said with a nervous smile.

Nick’s gaze moved behind you and you followed him. “Is she—?”

“Huh?”

Nick cleared his voice. “Is she your daughter?”

“Wha— no! No, no. Ehm, she’s Lucy’s. And he’s Ben.”

“His husband”, Ben added with a polite smile.

You parted your lips in a confused expression as he shook Nick’s hand. “He’s not—”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence that Ben asked him “College mates, right?”

Nick nodded. “Yeah. Haven’t seen each other in forever, though.”

“Yeah”, you confirmed. The truth was that you were still trying to process Ben’s lie.

“How long have you guys been married? I didn’t know anything about it.”

Ben smirked at Nick’s question. He moved next to you and put his arm around your shoulders, giving you the biggest smile you’d ever seen on his face. His cologne smelled so good that it almost made you forget his lie.

Did he want to play that game? Fine by you.

As he held you close to him, your arm surrounded his hips and you faked a smile. “Oh, just for a few months. It was a small ceremony”, Ben said with a fake smile and you pinched him. A low, deep groan came from his throat but your actions had the opposite effect you wanted to provoke.

Ben was amused.

Even though Nick was still there, you’d almost forgotten about him. “Oh, it sounds so cool. I’m so happy about you guys.”

Thankfully you both didn’t get the chance to answer him because Sophie started to squeak in excitement at the sight of a dog. You took the chance to slip away from Ben’s grip and you approached the kid as you said to Nick with an apologetic smile “’m sorry, Nick. We’re kinda in a hurry. It was nice seeing you again.”

As Nick walked away you nudged Ben. “Idiot. C’mon, push the cart.”

“Don’t be such a bossy, wifey.”

You playfully pushed him away when he tried to come closer to you and then you asked “What was that?”

Ben smirked. “I was just making sure you wouldn’t bring any dates home.”

Since when Lucy and Rami’s place had become home?

Even though you’d spent the last week together, the grocery store gave you the opportunity to fin out new things about him. Like the fact that he likes cereal with no milk or thwart he would gladly mop the floor a hundred times rather than loading the dishwasher.

Once gotten home, you also found out that he hated making two trips while carrying the bags. And he made it very clear by complaining the whole time.

“What do you want for dinner?”, you asked as you hoped you were guessing right where to put all the food you’d bought.

Ben was taking care of Sophie as you tidied the pantry. His voice came muffled as he proposed from the other room “How about we order a pizza?”

“Yeah, fine.”

Where the hell did Lucy put the mayonnaise?

You were still trying to unload the groceries in the kitchen when you heard Ben’s voice. “Y/N?”

The tone of his voice made you worry. “Yeah?”

“She’s walking.” Maybe you misheard him.

“What?”

“She’s walking!”

The bags forgotten right in the middle of the kitchen almost made you stumble as you hurried to move to the dining room. Ben had his back to you, his arms arms stretched out towards the baby.

Sophie was standing on her own feet and a big smile was printed on her face. “Oh my God she’s walking.”

Ben gave you a quick look by hearing your whispers and you noticed a big, enthusiastic smile on his face. He was genuinely happy and for the first time ever the idea of Ben as a dad didn’t seem too abstract.

“Come to auntie, Soph. Come.” Her attention was caught by you and Ben quickly moved behind her, ready to catch her if she fell.

Step by step, Sophie came to you and hugged you with so much love that you almost cried. You couldn’t help but kiss her and as you still held her in your arms you told Ben “FaceTime Lucy. She’ll kill us if she misses it.”

Five minutes later, the three of you sat on the carpet and Lucy was waving at you with a toothy smile on her face. “Hi my love! Hi Sophie!”

“Where’s Rami?”, Ben asked her. He didn’t want his friend to miss it.

“Ugh”, Lucy gave a quick look behind her, probably looking for his husband. “He’s probably taking a shower. How are you guys? How’s my baby?”

“We’re fine. But you gotta take a look at this.” You just couldn’t hold the excitement in your tone. Lucy was beyond excited at your words — you could see it from her eyes. “Just wait a sec.”

Ben stood up as you gave him a pat on the shoulder and he moved right in front of you, far enough for Sophie to take a few steps on her own. The camera was now turned towards him, showing his arms stretched out towards the baby. “Come to uncle Ben, Sophie. C’mere”, he encouraged her.

Lucy narrowed her brows. “Y/N what—”

“Just wait”, you cut her off. “C’mon, Soph. Go to uncle Ben.”

Sophie’s eyes gave you an excited look and she clapped her hands. She slowly leaned towards the sofa, holding on it as she struggled to get on her own feet. When she finally did, Lucy’s eyes were widened and her lips were forming a perfect ‘O’ before whispering “Oh my God.”

When Sophie started to take little steps towards Ben — who’d the biggest smile on his face as he made sure Sophie wouldn’t fall — Lucy said out loud “Rami! For the love of God, Rami! Come here!”

Her excited tone made you chuckle and you heard a loud thud from the other side of the call. Ben heard it too and gave you a quick, confused look before moving his gaze back to the baby.

Rami was now standing right next to Lucy, his hair wet and his eyes widened in confusion. But then he saw his daughter walking on her own feet and he looked at Lucy with so much love that it almost made you cry.

Inevitably your gaze fell to Ben, who was now hugging Sophie and whispering “You did really good, love. You did great.”

The sight of a sweet, soft Ben made you think about your situation. Maybe, after all, spending all that time together had improved your relationship. Or maybe you were just fantasising.

Day Six - Saturday

It’d been a hell of a night. Sophie cried for most of it and it was impossible for you to understand why, given that she still couldn’t talk. Both you and Ben tried to calm her down with anything, but not even the hood kicked in.

Eventually she fell asleep at 8AM and as she rested peacefully in her bedroom, you realised you might as well stay awake. As you were about to make you a coffee, you heard footsteps approaching you.

Ben was rubbing his sleepy eyes, trying to force himself to stay awake. His hair was messier than usual and the shirt he used as pjs was wrinkled.

“Did you check on her?”, you asked in a low tone. To be honest, you felt like shit.

He cleared his voice and nodded his head ‘yes’, taking a seat on the stool of the peninsula. “She’s sleeping.” His tone was just as low as yours.

Sophie had worn you both out.

“Would you like a coffe?”

By giving him a look from above his shoulder, you noticed he was nodding. “Yeah, thanks.”

Five minutes later you were sitting one right in front of the other, just like the very first day. This time he hadn’t the strength to throw jabs at you, though.

“Thank god it’s Saturday.” His sea-glass eyes stared at you for a few seconds.

The hotness of the cup of coffee was warming you cold hands. “Yeah. We did it, right?”

“Yeah... but I’m never doing it again.”

You narrowed your brows at his tone. “Why?”

Ben gave you a condescending look. “If you haven’t noticed, running a baby’s not like running a bookstore.”

“Are we back at it again?”, you asked in an annoyed tone.

Ben started to gesture. “They’re a mess. They pee on things. They bite and they poop a lot.”

“They’re babies.”

And then Ben snapped. You knew that sooner or later he would’ve, because it was Ben we’re talking about. “I had plans this week. Business meetings. I gave up everything to give you a hand with it and play this part.”

“I never asked you to do it! I never asked for your help. And ‘play this part’? Are you serious, Ben? That’s what this is to you?” Hopefully Sophie wouldn’t wake up. As much as you were both trying to keep your tone low, you were in the middle of an argument.

“We’re living in the same house, watching over a kid that isn’t ours and we’re acting like we’re married but we are not.”

“So you’ve been pretending, huh. Have you been pretending with Sophie?” Bet stuck his tongue out, slipping his fingers through his hair as he usually did when he was nervous or upset. And right now he was both. “No, I love Sophie.”

“So just me, then.” It was destroying you the fact that your words sounded like a whine, but you were hurt.

Ben narrowed his brows in a confused expression and his lips parted. “Y/N—“

“You know what, Ben? I shouldn’t have said yes. I should’ve known that you and I aren’t the ideal pairing to take care of a baby. I knew we weren’t a good pairing at all when you left me alone in my fucking car two years ago.” You finally had the chance to tell him how much he hurt you when he screwed up your first blind date. He had to know how much it had influenced your relationship.

“It’s been two years ago!” He threw his arms in the air.

“Yeah, and look at us now. You could’ve just told me you didn’t feel like it, but no. You had to be a dick.”

“’m sorry if I didn’t feel like going to a blind date a month after I broke up with my long-term girlfriend.” Now he was being sarcastic.

And now you were really mad. “How the fuck was I supposed to know!” Your tone was higher than you expected so you took a deep breath to calm down, not wanting to wake Sophie up. “It was my first date in a year. I never let Lucy set me up for dates but for the first time I did. I did and I regret it. Look how it ended up.”

“I told Rami not to do it.”

“I don’t care, Ben. You could’ve managed it better. All you did instead was calling another girl as you were with me, because all you care about is getting laid.” Even though your tone was low, your words were ice cold.

Ben slowly shook his head, his hurt expression quickly replaced by the one you knew so well. “You shouId get Iaid yourself. Except to have sex, you gotta find somebody who can stand you first.”

“Fuck you.”

“Yeah”, he muttered as he stood up.

“You know what? Take all the fucking Saturday as your free day because I can’t even stand looking at you right now.”

And he did. The day went by and Ben hadn’t come back yet. You were trying to convince yourself that you could do it on your own for another day. Sophie seemed to understand that your mood wasn’t one of the best and she behaved like she never did before. She even ate all her meal, which was new to you.

Lucy called at some stage in the evening and she showed you the amazing architecture of Florence. It seemed like they were having a good time and there was no point in making them worry, so you didn’t even mention Ben.

But she did. “Where’s Ben?”

You rubbed your nose, trying to find a believable excuse for his absence. “He went to the grocery’s.”

“How many groceries are you guys buying? It looks like you spend whole days at the mall.”

“No, uh — we ran out of ketchup. We’re having burgers tonight, ketchup is essential.”

She seemed to notice that something was wrong — here brows were narrowed and her eyes were giving you a condescending look. Yet, she didn’t say anything and you closed the call a few minutes after.

It was night by now and Sophie was finally sleeping. You, on the other hand, just couldn’t fall asleep. That’s why you spent almost half an hour channel surfing, ending up watching Love Island. In extremis...

But then the click of the look caught your attention and even though you hadn’t yet turned towards the front door, you knew it was Ben. His cologne couldn’t have been mistaken.

You gave him a quick look from above your shoulder only to meet his beautiful, puppy eyes. Even though you were still pissed at him, you couldn’t keep ignoring your feelings.

He sat right next to you, remaining quiet for the first few seconds. It was him who broke the silence. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have said those things” you whispered as you turned towards him.

His elbows were resting on his thighs as he rubbed his hands together. “You were right, I’ve been a prick. I should’ve talked to you back then. You would’ve understood the situation.”

“Yeah...”

“And I’m sorry I’ve been distant all this time. I knew I fucked things up that day in your car and when I realised it I... it was too late. I just wanted you to like me back, but you wouldn’t have. Not after how I treated you.”

“But I did! I still do, Ben.”

And it was the truth. No matter how many times you’ve tried to convince yourself that you despised him and that you just didn’t get along. You liked him.

His green eyes were staring at your lips for the umpteenth time that week, but this time was different because Ben placed his own on yours. His hand was resting on your neck and the softness of his touch gave you the goosebumps. When you leaned towards him to deepen the kiss, his touch became even more secure as he come closer to you.

You’d fantasised many times on how it’d feel to kiss Ben, but now that you were really doing it, it exceeded all expectations.

When you leaned back from his lips, a big smile appeared on his face. One of the smiles he reserved for Sophie only. You snuggled against him, his arm surrounding your waist as he kept your body close to yours.

There were tons of situations yet to be clarified, but you both stood quiet for the rest of the night, bodies close but hearts even closer.

Day Seven — Sunday

Last day. On one hand you were sorry to leave Sophie — you’d gotten used to her habits and rhythms, but on the other hand you couldn’t wait to go back to your old life.

Scratch that.

You couldn’t wait to go back to your new life with Ben.

“You done? They’re almost here”, Ben told you as he held Sophie.

As you put the duck away, the one that Sophie loved so much and that drove you insane, you nodded your head ‘yes’. “Yeah. The house should be okay.”

And now the three of you were waiting on the porch for Lucy and Rami to come home. Sophie was beyond excited to meet her parents again and she showed it by walking around the house. Ben had to follow her everywhere, given that she wasn’t still 100% steady on her feet.

“Here they are!”, you told Sophie who was walking around the dining room. “Mom and daddy are here, Soph!”

She clapped her hands, making Ben chuckle as he accompanied her to the front door where you were standing. His green eyes met yours as a loud thud came from Lucy and Rami’s car, who were now shutting the doors and hurrying inside.

Lucy’s eyes immediately went to her daughter, who was standing on her own feet right in front of you. She hugged her, kissed her and held her close to her chest as she whispered lovely words. Rami left a soft kiss on her head before looking up to you and Ben.

When he noticed that you were standing right next to each other with bigs smiles on your faces, he narrowed his eyes and smirked. “What did I miss?”

“Uhm — nothing, really.” But the look Ben gave you made you chuckle. Rami was more than sure that he missed a lot, especially when Ben’s arm surrounded your waist.

“Oh wow”, Lucy whispered as she stood up, holding her baby in her arms. “You guys need to fill me in on what happened between you two.”

“Sophie happened”, you said with a sweet smile, looking at the baby who was in awe for her mother.

”Y’know”, Rami started saying. “You’d make great parents. Sophie loves you guys.”

“Yeah”, Ben murmured. “Maybe someday.”

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