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readingoals · 2 years

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Queenathon II - Bingo

This is one of the two ways to join in the Queenathon readathon! Each of the prompts on this bingo board were inspired by Queen - either the band, their achievements, or their songs. Except for the yellow diagonals which are activities so that you can still make progress on the board even if you aren’t reading! Below the cut I’ll go through each prompt, row by row, and give a more thorough explanation of them. Songs they were inspired by are in brackets beside the prompts.

And remember - books CAN count for multiple prompts! So you may be able to get a bingo with just one or two books!

1. 5 Star Prediction (The Prophet’s Song)

Read a book you predict you’ll enjoy enough to give 5 stars!

2. Friend Rec (You’re My Best Friend/Friends Will Be Friends/Dear Friends) Read a book a friend has recommended or picked out for you.

3. Adapted into a movie or show featuring one of the BoRhap cast

Quite possibly the hardest prompt in this readathon. Read a book that was adapted into a movie which features an actor who was also in Bohemian Rhapsody, the Freddie Mercury Biopic.

Suggestions: Rami Malek: Breaking Dawn - Stephanie Meyer, a James Bond novel - Ian Flemming, Henri Charrière‘s autobiography Papillon, The Story of Doctor Dolittle - Hugh Lofting, The Night At The Museum - Milan Trenc

Ben Hardy: X Men comics, The Woman In White - Wilkie Collins, The Girl Before - J.P. Delaney, The Statistical Probability of Love At First Sight - Jennifer E. Smith, a Mary Shelley biography

Gwilym Lee: Henry V - William Shakespeare, any of the Chief Inspector Barnaby series - Caroline Graham, a Catherine The Great biography

Joe Mazzello: Jurassic Park - Michael Crichton, With the Old Breed: At Peleliu and Okinawa - Eugene Sledge, Helmet for My Pillow - Robert Leckie, Enslaved By Ducks - Bob Tarte, G.I. Joe Comics, Fire In The Hole - Elmore Leonard

Lucy Boynton - Sense And Sensibility - Jane Austen, Murder on the Orient Express - Agatha Christie, Why Didn’t They Ask Evans - Agatha Christie, The IPCRESS File - Len Deighton, a Marianne Faithfull biography, a biography about Joseph Bologne the Chevalier de Saint-Georges

Or try some of the support cast like Allen Leech, Tom Hollander, Aiden Gillen, etc.

4. Flowers on the Cover (Lily of the Valley)

A Lily of the Valley is a type of flower so pick a book with some sort of flower in the cover art.

5. Listen to some Queen songs

The first of the activity prompts and a fairly easy one to do I think. You can listen to a full album or just get a music video or two up on youtube.

6. Bestseller

Queen holds the record for the best selling album in the UK with their 1981 compilation album Greatest Hits and are one of the world’s best selling musical artists. Read a book which is considered a best seller. This could be a book that appears on anything from an official list of best selling works to a list that your local bookstore creates about popular books of the month, whatever works for you.

7. About A Musician or Band

Pretty self-explanatory. Queen is a band, so read a book that somehow includes a band or musician.

8. Featuring a Pet/Animal (Delilah)

Freddie Mercury wrote this song about one of his cats. Read a book with some sort of animal companion or pet.

9. Cosy Reading Night

The second activity prompt. Have a cosy reading night (or day!), whatever that means to you. Maybe it’s just being curled up in comfy PJs, maybe it’s a nice hot bath and a few candles while you read.

10. Seasonal Read (A Winter’s Tale)

Read a book that fits the vibes of the season you’re in. For southern hemisphere folks like me it’ll be spring, and for northern hemisphere folks it’s autumn.

11. LGBT+ Main Character

Freddie Mercury was gay so in honour of that, read a book with a queer character.

12. Multiple Authors (Under Pressure)

Under Pressure was written with and featured David Bowie. Read a book with multiple authors. It could be an anthology or a collection of essays or just a book that was co-written by two people. You could even count a book translated by someone other than the author if you wanted.

13. HOT SPACE LETS GO!

Free Space!

14. Parent Rec (Father To Son)

Read a book that was recommended or picked out for you by a parent, guardian or parental figure of some sort (heck even just someone older than you lmao).

15. Written by a Freddie, Brian, John or Roger

The four members of Queen are Freddie Mercury, Brian May, John Deacon, and Roger Taylor, so read a book by someone who shares any of their names.

16. Been Putting Off (The Miracle)

Everyone has at least one book they picked up fully intending to read and then never got around to and now you just keep not reading it. Maybe it’s large and intimidating, maybe it’s a genre you used to be much more into, maybe you’re just worried you won’t enjoy it as much as you thought you would. Whatever the case, this is your chance to finally, miraculously, get around to it.

17. Complete A Personal Goal

The third activity prompt. Check this off when you’ve completed some sort of goal you set yourself. It could be a goal related to the readathon like getting a bingo or finishing a particular book or reading a certain number of pages. Or, it could be something else entirely - going to the gym or completing a household chore that needs to be done or getting your sketchbook set up for Inktober.

18. Features Fairies, Ogres, Dragons and/or Queens (My Fairy King/Ogre Battle/Dragon Attack/Killer Queen/etc)

Queen have a lot of songs with fantasy creatures or elements. Read a book that features some sort of mythical creature or royalty (they have songs about kings and princes too so they absolutely count).

19. Favourite Genre (Rock It (Prime Jive))

Do you find yourself mostly drawn to romance books? Or maybe scifi is more your thing? Whatever genre you enjoy most (your prime jive...), this is an excuse to pick up another one!

20. Published or Set in 1970s

Queen first formed as a band in 1970 and released their first album in 1973. So read a book that was publish or is set during the 70s.

21. Guilt-Free Activity

The last of our activity prompts. If you really want to go see a movie but feel bad about taking hours off of reading, you can now do it guilt free! Or, conversely, if you’ve got some chores you should be doing but put them off to read a little longer, that also counts. Whatever sort of activity you feel guilty about doing or not doing, this is a free pass.

22. Black and White Cover (White Queen/March of the Black Queen)

The album Queen II featured a bit of a black/white theme which carried into live performances where Freddie and Brian would paint their nails to match their queens. Read a book with black and white on the cover.

23. Digital (Machines (Back To Humans))

Read an ebook or listen to an audiobook. You could read the whole book digitally or you could switch between an ebook and a physical copy, or follow the physical book as you listen to an audiobook. As long as you read at least some of a book in a digital format, it counts.

24. Set In England

Queen is an English band, so read a book set in England.

25. Translation (Teo Torriatte (Let Us Cling Together)/Las Palabras De Amor (The Words of Love))

Both of these songs feature lyrics sung in other languages. So read a book that was originally written in another language!

#readathon #booklr #queenathon #queen #queen band #reading #brigid speaks

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omgsquee2001 · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“‘Dear Joe and Family,

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

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

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

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

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

#joe mazzello x reader #requested

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mirkwoodshewolf · 2 years

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I remember you doing a Ahkmenrah (i hope i spelt that right) x reader fanfic and i was wondering if you still wrote for night at the museum could you do one but with the reader being gender neutral please.

Have a lovely day/night

hey anon unfortunately I’m not doing any borhap cast/other roles they’ve done fandom. Any time I try to do those fics I just hit a MAJOR bump and can’t get the words flowing as the other fandoms that I do write for. I’m sorry but I can’t do the ahkmenrah request.

for fandoms that I will and won’t write for please look to my pinned post on my page.

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mercurymilkshakes · 3 years

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Enchanted | Joe Mazzello

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: joe mazzello x gn! reader

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

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

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): enchanted by taylor swift

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Touché.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was captivated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then it happened.

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

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

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

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queenmylovely · 2 years

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Day 24: Holiday Traffic

pairing: Ben Hardy x fem!reader

warnings: fluffffffff

words: 451

a/n: more Marie!!!

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On your way to your parent’s house, you hit terrible traffic. It had been snowing for hours, and there was probably more than one accident on the freeway. This time, Ben was sitting in the back with Marie, who had slept for the first hour or so, but was starting to stir. Ben was talking to you, but using the tone of voice he used when he wanted Marie to go to sleep. “Can you see how far away the next exit is? Maybe we can go by the old highways,” he said in a slightly sing-song voice.

“Looks like maybe a mile away. But it’ll take us a long time to get there,” you responded in a whisper.

“Okay, well if she wakes up I’ll try to keep her occupied,” he told you and you nodded.

Then you got an idea and switched on the radio at a low volume. It was on a classical Christmas station and sounded very similar to the lullabies you often played for Marie.

“Good idea, babe,” Ben told you, reaching a hand up and rubbing your shoulder lightly.

Ben’s soft voice and the music managed to keep her asleep for the next half hour. But then she woke up and started bawling, for basically no reason, as she was wont to. Luckily you had just hit the exit and taken it, turning off into the parking lot of the first coffee place you found. Ben hurried to undo her seatbelts and pick her up, but she kept crying. You got out and made her a bottle, getting in the back to offer it to her. But she didn’t take it. Instead, all she did was reach out for you and Ben handed her over.

It only took about a minute of you patting her back and rocking her and holding her for Marie to stop crying, and she fell asleep in about the same amount of time.

“Look at that, she just wanted her Mama. And you say she only stops crying for me, hmmmm,” Ben whispered into your ear, nearly making you squirm and start laughing, which definitely would’ve woken her up.

“Shush,” you told him, also in a whisper. Carefully, you set Maire back in her carseat, “But maybe you should drive for a while in case she wakes up again.”

“Sure thing, love. Happy to, so long as you give me a kiss,” he negotiated and you smiled.

“You drive a hard bargain. But I find those terms acceptable,” you replied, leaning into him and pressing a warm kiss to his lips.

It was probably a longer kiss than either of you had planned for, but who could blame you, really?

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manndo · 3 years

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good news all around [ben hardy x reader]

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pairing[s]: ben hardy x reader

warning[s]: pregnancy (not sure if that’s a warning, but i am putting it out there just in case)

word count: 1.4k

prompt[s]: “well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day” from this list.

summary: ben’s has come home and told you some big news. well, you have even bigger news for him.

author’s notes: alright, so wow. i haven’t posted a fic in well, in forever. this one has been waiting in my drafts to get edited, which i have now finally gotten around to. so yea, here we go! i do not know the process that is involved in how actors get gigs, when they can read a whole script, etc. so, i apologize for any errors in that department. also, in this fic, the reader and ben have been together since before Bohemian Rhapsody. this is my first ben hardy fic. crossing my fingers that you guys like it. if you do, comments/reblogs/likes are greatly appreciated. thanks for reading. all mistakes are my own. sending you all my love during this time!! ❤️

“Babe?”

“Bedroom!” You yelled back, smiling to yourself as stood in the doorway of your ensuite, eyes staring down at the two tests in your hand. Two pink lines. Positive. Pregnant. You couldn’t help the excitement that was flooding your veins, and settling into your bones.

You and Ben had been trying (as in “going at it practically every night — and day — the two of you could spare” trying) for almost eight months. You’d already taken 2 tests, with no positive in sight. So, though you hoped that this test wouldn’t be negative, you braced yourself the possibility. But this time, it was different. This time, after you’d taken the test and waited the allotted time, there were two lines. Two lines. Pregnant. Immediately, you took the second test you’d bought (just in case), and got the same result — positive. You were finally pregnant.

“Babe?” You quickly tossed the test on the counter next to the other one and stepped out of the ensuite to find a frazzled looking Ben standing in the doorway of your bedroom. There was a grin a mile wide on his face, and his hair, which was always perfectly styled when he left the house, was in disarray. His blue eyes were sparkling with glee, and you could practically feel him buzzing with excitement across the room. For a split second, you wondered if he somehow knew your news, but that was ridiculous. There was no way Ben could know.

“Ben, what’s going—”

“I got it.” You furrowed your brows in confusion. “I got the gig!”

It took another second before you finally realized what he was taking about. “You mean—”

You didn’t think Ben’s grin could get bigger or brighter, but some how it did. “Yep, that’s the one!”

The one — the World War II film that was to be directed by Steven Spielberg. Ben had been talking about it for what seemed like forever. He had spent hours pouring over the script once he’d gotten it, practically memorized it — even the parts that weren’t his — backwards and forwards. Though, Ben always enjoyed the roles he had gotten, you hadn’t seen him this jazzed about a project since Bohemian Rhapsody. Hell, he wanted this so bad that you could almost taste it, so to speak. And now, he’d gotten it. He’d gotten it.

You felt your face light up in joy for the second time in the last twenty minutes. “You got it?”

Ben nodded so rapidly you thought he was gonna break his neck. “Got the call right before I pulled in. Can you believe it?” he said, laughter escaping his lips.

“Of course I can!” you exclaimed and bolted toward him, engulfing him in your arms the moment you were close enough, and burying your face in his broad chest. You felt and heard a small chuckle escape his lips as his arm encircled your waist and squeezed, holding you almost as tight as you were holding him. You squeezed a little more. “You’re amazing, Ben,” you said, voice slightly muffled by his chest. You pulled away, and looked at Ben, both of you still smiling. “You worked so hard for this, babe. I’m just—” you stopped. You released your hold on Ben’s midsection, only to reach out and grab his face with both hands. “God, I’m just so fucking proud of you,” you said before easing yourself up on your tip toes and capture Ben’s lips in a searing kiss. Ben easily returned the kiss. For a few moments, you were lost in each other, before finally, you pulled away, and lowered yourself to your original height. You flashed him a wicked grin. “Well, that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”

Ben’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Second biggest?” You nodded, letting your hands fall from Ben’s face to his chest. You gave him a gently push and tried to step away. You didn’t get far, but Ben seemed to get the hint and unwrapped his arms from around your waist. “What are you talking about?”

You said nothing, just continued to grin as you took two steps away from him. Ben mirrored your movement, moving forward two steps. “Love, what are you—”

“Just—” you started, but stopped. Instead, you held up held up a finger, signaling for him to give you a minute as you took another step back. Ben said nothing. Immediately, you turned on your heel, and made a beeline toward the bathroom. You blindly grabbed for one of the tests, and whipped it behind your back before stepping back into the bedroom. Ben still looked adorably confused as you came to stand a foot away from him.

“Babe—”

You brandished the test from behind your back and held it in front of him. Ben’s eyes moved from your face to the test. You watched, still grinning like a fool, as his eyes focused on the test. A few seconds ticked by before his blue eyes widened. A look of shock and awe appeared on his face, before his eyes focused back on you.

“You’re—”

You nodded your head rapidly, your eyes never leaving Ben’s. “We’re gonna have a baby,” you said, excitement laced through every word.

Ben grinned. “We’re gonna have baby!” There was a momentary pause before you were engulfed in his strong arms and hoisted off the ground.

“Benjamin!” you squealed in surprise, test clattering to the floor as you quickly grabbed on to his shoulders. Ben said nothing, spinning you around instead as he laughed. You couldn’t help but laugh with him as he spun you not once, but twice, before coming to a halt. Yours and Ben’s laughter had died down, but as you looked down at Ben, you could see the unbridled joy in his bright blue eyes. You could even see them shimmering with unshed tears. You felt tears of your own prickling at the back of your eyes.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” he repeated, his voice soft, but still filled with awe.

You nodded. Gently, Ben set you down, and unwrapped his arms from around your waist, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he stepped closer, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. A happy little sigh escaped Ben’s lips as his eyes fell closed. You followed suit. “I’m gonna be a dad,” he said, barely above a whisper. “And you’re gonna be a mum.” A pause. “We’re gonna be parents.”

You felt yourself smiling. “I like the sound of that,” you said, your voice equally as quiet.

Another moment of silence passed.

“Shit,” Ben cursed, breaking you out of the moment. Your eyes flew open as Ben pulled away from you. You could see panic in his eyes, and you wondered, was he already regretting this? The two of you had planned, and agreed, but was he already changing his tune? Your heart plummeted into your stomach.

“Ben—”

“What about the gig? It starts in a two months, and we’re gonna be shooting for at least three months—”

You felt a relief was over you, your worst fear being vanquished. “Ben,” you said softly, reaching out and laying a hand on his chest, over his heart. His blue eyes looked at you, still a little too wild for your taste. “Ben, sweetheart,” you said again, trying to pull his full attention to you as you rested one hand on his cheek. “We’ll figure it out.”

“But I—”

“We’ll figure it out,” you repeated softly, but sternly, determined. “We have some time to figure it, and we will. Let’s just, enjoy the moment, alright?”

“What if I miss something. What if I’m not there—”

“Benjamin Jones.” You put your hands on your hips and gave him a hard stare. “If you don’t stop talking right this second, I will throw you out of this house. Pregnant or not, I will do it.”

Ben opened his mouth. “I—”

You raised an eyebrow, your eyes daring him to keep going. There was a brief pause, Ben’s mouth hanging open, before he slowly let it close. You smiled triumphantly, and let your hands fall from your hips. “Good. Now that that’s settled.” A sly smile appeared on you lips. “Let’s go and clean that spare bedroom, shall we?”

“The spare bedroom?”

“Well, we need a nursery, don’t we?” You asked, as if it should be obvious, and turned on your heel.

“That place is a mess, love!”

“I know,” you replied back, your voice a little higher pitched, a little sing-song even.

“Babe!” Silence. “You said we had time!”

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21st-centuryliability · 3 years

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What Would You Do If I Told You I Love You? (Ben Hardy X Reader) - Part Five

A/N: oof this is one heck of a chapter :)

Warnings: none just fluff, some insinuated stuff but mainly fluff as always

Summary: basically Ben dating a fan :P

Before you could even begin to fathom the idea, yours and Ben’s one year anniversary was right round the corner. The two of you had endless discussions about what you wanted to do for it and all of Ben’s crazy ideas but you both decided somewhere in the middle of nowhere was the best idea. As far as the plans went all you knew was that it was in the middle of nowhere, Ben was determined to keep it secret till you got there.

“I can’t believe we’ve been together a year” Ben grinned as you cruised along the motorway.

“I can’t believe I got so lucky” You teased as Ben chuckled “Please tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope!” Ben smirked as you pouted.

The drive there consisted of singing along to a playlist you had specifically made for the trip, the two of you belting out the Busted classics at the top of your lungs. Ben’s hand was either on your thigh or entwined with yours the entire time when it wasn’t on the gear stick. As the passenger your job was to feed him sweets and pass him his drink when he needed it.

“We’re here” Ben smiled as he turned into what seemed to be endless trees.

“Ben are you messing me about?” You raised your eyebrow at him as he laughed, continuing through the trees.

“Look now” Ben replied softly as you turned to see where you’d really be staying.

It was cabin in the woods, it was quiet and desolate and it was exactly what the two of you wanted. Upon stepping out of the car Ben threw you the keys as he walked round to the boot of the car to get the bags.

“Go look around” He smiled sweetly as he threw one bag over his shoulder.

Ben wasn’t far behind as you opened the front door, taken back as you walked through to the main living area. A cosy corner sofa and cute little log burner with big open windows and doors with a beautiful view of the nature on your doorstep.

“So what do you think?” Ben’s voice appeared softly in your ear as his hands held your hips.

“It’s beautiful Ben” You replied as he walked round you, taking your hands in his.

“Come with me” Ben smiled as he walked you over to the doors that lead out to the veranda and over to the covered object in the corner, lifting the blue cover from it to reveal the hot tub underneath.

“I’m sure we’ll make good use of that” You gave Ben a little smirk as he turned to face you, his hands on your hips like before as he pulled you against him, brushing his lips against yours as he chuckled.

“Oh I’m sure we will”

Once the bags had been taken into the bedroom and the two of you exchanged anniversary gifts you snuggled up on the sofa, allowing Ben to relax a little from driving. You nestled into Ben’s side as he let his head rest against yours, his arm resting along the back of the sofa behind you with both of you putting your feet up on the coffee table, smiling up at the two cards you got one another on the counter of the kitchenette, neither of you quite believing that you had been together for a year.

“What are you up to?” You looked up at Ben who was tapping away on his phone.

“Hmm?” Ben looked down at you, playing confused as you reached for your phone.

“Awh you are such a sop” You smiled at your phone as you tapped through Ben’s Instagram story, the first photo was of the 2 cards on the counter and the second was of both your feet on the coffee table with a caption of ‘a whole year with my love’ and heart emojis.

“You make me happy and I want everyone to know you make me happy” Ben smiled down at you as you tossed your phone aside reaching up to cup Ben’s face in your hand and bring him into a kiss.

“You make me happy too” You spoke quietly as Ben held you tightly to his side.

“Good” Ben placed a kiss on your forehead “Or we’ll have a bit of a problem”

“So when are we getting in the hot tub?” You looked up at him with a grin.

“Go on, go get changed and I’ll start it up” Ben chuckled as you hopped up.

As you walked out onto the veranda in your swimsuit and bath robe Ben darted off to change. Sitting on the edge of the tub, swishing the water with your finger tips as it warmed up you couldn’t help but reminisce on how you got to this point. From that day you bumped into each other trying to get into that coffee shop, to your first date and now your first anniversary that you were spending in a beautiful cabin in the middle of nowhere just you and Ben.

“Are you ready yet my love?” You called out as you heard shuffling around.

“Hold on” Ben replied as you stood up and started walking towards the door as he came out “You’re going the wrong way!”

“I was about to go look for you”

“Here” Ben smiled sweetly as he handed you a glass of champagne.

“Are we getting in then or not?” You smirked as Ben chuckled taking your glass from your hand and placing them both down on the table next to the hot tub.

“Alright impatient” Ben teased as he brought you into a kiss, tugging the tie of your bath robe undone and subtly removing it from your shoulders before taking off his own.

Ben jumped in the hot tub first, holding out his hands for you to help you in before sitting down and tugging at your hips to bring you down onto his lap.

“Happy one year anniversary baby” Ben’s voice was low and husky in your ear as he spoke as he brought you into a more passionate kiss holding you tightly against him as you held his face in your hands.

“Here’s to many more” You smiled as you ran your hand through his hair.

“I can’t wait” Ben looked deeply into your eyes as he spoke, he never thought it possible to love someone as much as he loved you “So you like the cabin?”

“Of course I do, I love it, you did really well my love” You replied with a quick kiss to Ben’s lips.

After a nice relaxing soak in the hot tub you both hopped out to get changed and after having something to eat you both decided the best way to spend the rest of your anniversary was to cuddle on the sofa and watch a movie. As the sun set the night sky shone through the trees, the moonlight lighting up the room. As you relaxed completely into Ben you couldn’t help but notice he was a little fidgety as if something was bothering him.

“Are you ok?” You looked up at him with a smile.

“Hmm? Yeah I’m fine” Ben returned the smile and held you closer but you could see straight through him.

“No you’re not, what’s up? You won’t stay still” You asked again as you sat up.

“I might have another anniversary gift for you” Ben mumbled “But I’m a little scared”

“Right?” You raised your eyebrow as Ben stood up.

“I know it’s only been a year and I should probably wait longer and I really don’t want to push you into it if it is too soon but I don’t think I can wait much longer, I already know” Ben babbled as his hand scrambled in his pocket.

“Ben?” You looked at him a little worried and a little confused.

“I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you” Ben smiled as he got down on one knee, opening the small box he had been fiddling with previously to reveal the beautiful ring.

At this point you were both emotional messes, Ben was half expecting to be rejected but you knew you were ready for it, you knew Ben was the one.

“You can tell me to piss off if you want too?” Ben chuckled, his face wet from crying “Y/N will you marry me?”

All you could do was nod, too full of emotions to be able to speak as Ben waited anxiously.

“Is that a yes?” Ben smiled sweetly.

“Of course it’s a yes” You finally managed to splutter some words as you stood up and threw your arms around Ben, feeling him take a big sigh of relief as he pulled away taking your left hand in his to gently slide the ring onto your finger.

“You had me worried there for a minute” Ben spoke softly and quietly as you held his face in your hands, his nose gently resting on yours.

“There was no need to worry, the answer would’ve always been yes” You laughed a little as you wiped Ben’s cheeks, the emotion not quite worn off yet “There was something I wanted to tell you but I think you just outdone it”

“Tell me!” Ben was absolutely smitten and over the moon that you had said yes and he could now call you his fiancée.

“I don’t know...” You mumbled as Ben lifted your head with his finger so your eyes met his.

“Please?” Ben gave you the puppy eyes that were even harder to refuse as his eyes were still glassy from crying.

“Alright, but it’s probably not that exciting now” You took a deep breath, Ben’s hands falling to your hips as he waited “I want to move in with you!”

Before you could even get to the end of the sentence Ben had already picked you up of your feet, your legs wrapped round his waist as he spun you round.

“I love you so much” Ben grinned your forehead resting gently on his.

“I love you too Ben” You smiled as he brushed his lips against yours “I don’t think I could’ve asked for a better reaction”

“Are you joking? I never have to leave you again, I’m over the moon” Ben chuckled as he put your down, taking your hand in his, marveling the ring on your finger “and I’m a step closer to calling you Mrs Hardy”

“Hmm I think Mrs Jones sounds better don’t you?” You replied as Ben melted a little more that you wanted to take his real name rather than his stage name.

“I really do love you” Ben brought you into a more passionate kiss, feeling him smile against you.

After all the exciting events you both sat down to watch the rest of your movie ...well at least you tried too, you were both still getting used to the fact you were now engaged and you couldn’t help but think about how you were going to announce it even Ben had already beat you to it, posting simple photo of you in his arms with your hand on his, subtly showing off the ring. In that moment there wasn’t a single nasty comment that could touch you, you had everything you could ever dream off wrapped around you just as Ben had everything he wanted nestled in his arms.

#ben hardy #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #borhap cast #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #fluff fic #ben hardy fluff #six underground four #six underground billy #six underground #6underground:four #6 underground #pixie #ben jones

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mistymazzello · 4 years

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K and N with Ben from the SFW list, Please! Thanks!!

K-Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

okay LISTEN

ben is a softy and nobody can convince me otherwise

his kisses would always be so soft

he’ll cup your face and gently kiss you🥺🥺

not to sound weird but he has really nice lips

it’s not uncommon for him to be smiling so much while kissing you that he has to pull away

N-Night (How are nights spent with them?)

nights are spent one of two ways

either screwing around, play fighting, cuddling, and ben literally crushing you by sleeping on top of you

fucking for HOURS

i’m serious like you’ll have to stop because it’s getting so late and you have to sleep at some point

if you have trouble sleeping, you always wake him up

you and ben are like best friends, so you don’t care about waking him up in the middle of the night

he doesn’t really care either, he secretly kind of likes to stay up talking to you when you can’t sleep

#ben hardy #ben hardy alphabet #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy x y/n #ben hardy x you #ben hardy headcanon #borhap boys x reader #borhap boys imagine #borhap cast

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hearts-hunger · 4 years

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Absolutely Divine || Lucy Boynton x Reader

Read on AO3 here ♡

Summary: Unbeknownst to either of you, you and Lucy have both been thinking of each other long before this party you find yourselves stuck at. Finding a good place to hide away proves helpful in getting both of you to admit your feelings, as well as letting you act on them for the first time.

Pairings: Lucy Boynton x Reader

Genre: Smut! Porn without plot! Lots of wlw tenderness!!!!

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: f/f smut, oral, fingering (18+ only please!) also, no beta, we die like men

A/N: I haven’t written anything in literally months but uh Miss Lucy Boynton owns my ass and thinking about her got me so hot and bothered I wrote a whole fic about it. Her power.......... anyways, enjoy! It’s kind of sweet and tender as well as being 90% sex, so I hope it’s a good read :) Shoutout also to Brent Faiyaz, whose music makes a great smut-writing soundtrack.

“Well, this party is an absolute bore.”

You made room on the loveseat as Lucy sat down next to you, the blush-colored tulle of her dress flouncing out in front of her. She took a sip from her glass of champagne, leaving a kiss mark on the rim that held your attention for longer than it should have.

“Nobody catch your eye?” you asked, studying her profile in the dim golden light. You’d found a cosy study in the house the huge, glamorous party was hosted in, and the full decanters of whiskey and the fire in the grate made it the perfect spot to hide out for the night.

She laughed. “No, not quite. Rami and the boys are all drunk and dancing, you know, tearing up the dance floor, and I would have joined them for a little bit of entertainment if these shoes weren’t so damn painful.”

She lifted the hem of her dress to reveal her sparkly high-heels. “And then I couldn’t find you anywhere, darling,” she said, moving her hand to clasp yours. She gave you a sweet smile. “I missed you. So I thought I’d try and find you and see what you were up to.”

You smiled back. “Just taking a breather,” you said. “My shoes are killing me too.”

“God, but they’re adorable,” she said, glancing down at your stilettos with ribbon crossing around your ankles. They suited your dress, a strapless red number, but they were a nightmare to wear for very long.

“They must be awful to wear, though,” she said. She tilted her head back to get the dregs of the drink, her gorgeous neck just begging to be kissed; you blushed and shook your head to clear it. She set the glass down on the floor and got off the couch; you felt a fleeting sense of disappointment until you realized she was getting to her knees in front of you instead of leaving, like you’d thought.

You bit your lip; just the sight of her in front of you, being able to move so easily between your legs, made you bite back a moan.

“Come on, then,” she said. “Let me take them off for you.”

You hesitated, a dreadful part of you wishing she meant something other than your shoes. When she gave you a stern look that quickly changed into a smile, you blushed and did as she said.

“There’s nobody to catch my eye anyway,” she said, continuing the conversation you’d left off earlier as she reached under the hem of your dress and started to untie the ribbon. Her fingers glanced over your skin and you had the foolish thought that maybe this is what Victorian maidens felt like, scandalously showing their ankles. “My attention is fully accounted for, thank you very much.”

You felt a spark of jealousy and instantly chided yourself. “Oh yeah?” you ventured. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

She met your eyes and gave you a mischievous grin. “Who said it was a guy?”

Oh. Well, you’d always wondered; you tried to tamp down the flutter of excitement in your chest.

She finished with the first shoe, gently slipping it off and setting it aside. She started on the second one and had to bend closer to see the knot in the bow, giving you a lovely view of her decolletage; you blushed furiously and tried to look anywhere else.

“There we go,” she said, straightening as she finished untying the ribbon and took your other shoe off to join the other one on the floor. You chanced looking back at her, having been studying the ceiling and trying not to think of how much you’d like to take her dress off of her, and found her giving you a cheeky smile.

“You’re a little flushed, lovely,” she said. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “Um, it’s - I’m just a little warm.”

To your surprise she started to trail her fingers further up under the hem of your dress, slowly, giving you time to move away. You couldn’t do anything but draw in a strained breath, feeling her touch like fire against your skin.

“You certainly are,” she said smoothly, her nails scratching lightly at your inner thigh. “Any particular reason?”

You genuinely couldn’t think of anything to say; you felt like your brain was short-circuiting as her touch sent sparks of pleasure through you.

“Oh, I meant to tell you,” she said easily, still tracing her fingers up and down your legs. “You’re the girl who’s got my attention.”

You felt heat rush everywhere at that, reddening your face and making you squeeze your legs together a little before you remembered her hands were between them. Fuck.

“And I’d like to show you just what I’ve been thinking about you, if you like,” she said smoothly. She looked up at you from beneath her long lashes, giving you a teasing smile. “What do you think?”

You nodded, unsure if this was real or just a very, very nice dream.

She gave a soft laugh. “Need to hear it, lovey.”

You drew in a sharp breath. “Yes,” you said eagerly. “God, if you want to, yeah. Of course.”

“Good girl,” she praised, her voice sweet and genuine but laced with something deeper, more possessive. “What do you want, lovely? You want me to make you all hot and bothered as quick as I can, before somebody comes in and finds us?”

She eased your dress up, pressing kisses to your thighs, leaving marks of her plum-colored lipstick on your skin.

“You worried someone will see?” she purred. “Or maybe you’d like it if I took it slow, and someone walked in just in time to see you cum?”

“Oh, god,” you breathed, both the thought of someone being witness to Lucy fucking you and the feel of her pulling your panties off enough to make your head spin. She gave a soft laugh and tossed the little bit of black fabric by your stilettos.

“I haven’t even done anything yet, sweetheart,” she said. “Does that mean you want it quick?”

“Um, I…”

You honestly couldn’t decide. She was right; she hadn’t even really touched you, and you felt arousal pool between your legs at the thought of her doing anything more. Whether she took it fast or slow, you were sure you wouldn’t last very long.

She nipped at your inner thigh. “That’s ok, lovey,” she said. “We’ll just see how it goes, how about that?”

“Okay,” you agreed.

She smiled. “Good girl,” she praised in a soft voice. “You’re being so patient with me, sweetheart. Such a good girl. You want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” you managed. “Please.”

She eased you closer to the edge of the loveseat, settling herself between your legs with a satisfied smirk.

“You can pull my hair a bit, if you like,” she said. “Up to you.”

That was all the warning she gave before pressed her mouth between your legs, spreading you, her tongue slowly tasting every inch of you. You threw back your head against the back of the couch as an almost overwhelming pleasure washed over you.

“Fuck,” you managed, twisting the fabric of your dress as you searched for something to ground you. You could have sworn you felt her smile as she finally turned her attention to your clit, her tongue circling slowly, torturously. You whined and carded your fingers through her hair with shaking hands, wanted her closer, deeper, fuck -

“God, you taste so good,” she said, the slightest edge of desperation to her voice. Your hips jerked as she started to suck on your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you, and she put a hand on your thigh to steady you.

“Lucy,” you whined.

She pulled back just enough to look up at you from under her lashes, licking her lips with a pleased smile. You couldn’t focus, really, head still swimming as she rubbed slow circles against your clit, not enough to get you off but just enough to tease.

“Love to hear you beg, sweetheart,” she said. “Beg for me, baby.”

You gasped as she pressed deeper. “Please, Lucy,” you said, your voice high and needy.

“Please what?”

“God - make me cum, please.”

You were surprised to see how that affected her, a breathy moan escaping her as she bit her lip. “Well, now. How can I say no when you ask so nicely?”

She replaced her fingers with her tongue, wasting no time in bringing you to the edge. You tugged on her hair, making her moan against you, feeling your orgasm build like a cresting wave.

“Yes, yes, oh, fuck, Lucy,” you babbled. “Gonna cum, please, oh god - ”

You came with a keening groan, legs shaking as she continued to eat you out until you were completely spent. She gave your thigh one last kiss before she pushed herself off her heels and kissed you deeply, hands on either side of you, her mouth tasting sweet and salty, like champagne and your own taste.

“Thank you,” you said between kisses, breath catching in your chest as she sucked love marks under your jaw. Your hands went to her sides, drawing her closer, skating over the soft fabric until you reached her breasts. The tulle of your dresses rustled together as she dipped her head to kiss your chest, her tongue ghosting between the deep v of your neckline.

“I’m not finished with you yet, lover,” she said gently, though the glint in her eyes was unmistakable. She put her mouth to yours again, kissing you slowly, as her hand snaked up under your skirt between you.

“But, Lucy, you - ” you started to protest.

“Hush, darling,” she said, nipping at your bottom lip. “Let me make you cum again, please.”

You sucked in a breath as she slowly eased two fingers into you, taking her time. Your hips rocked closer to her as she started a steady rhythm, her thumb circling your sensitive clit.

“Is this ok?” she asked. “Not too much?”

“No,” you breathed, running your hands over her, tangling your fingers in her hair. “It might - fuck - might take a second for me to - ”

“Don’t worry,” she said, easing your slight embarrassment. A second orgasm right after your first always took you longer as the oversensitivity wore off, but the feel of her fingers in you was agonizingly wonderful.

“Take your time,” she said. “I’ll go easy.”

True to her word, she worked you slowly as your body warmed to your arousal again, and sooner than you would have been able to manage on your own, you were rocking against her hand as she pushed into you and deepened her touch.

“That’s it,” she said, feeling you respond to her touch. “Good girl.”

You gave a breathy moan as you lifted your hips to take her fingers deeper. “‘M close,” you whined. “Lucy, gonna cum, gonna - oh, Christ - ”

She kissed you as you came and you moaned against her mouth, riding her fingers through your orgasm. She pulled her hand from between your legs when you were spent and popped them in her mouth.

“Absolutely divine,” she said with a sigh. “God, you’re so good. You’re perfect. Can’t believe I’ve made it this long without getting to taste you.”

You felt yourself blush with more than warmth and arousal. “Lucy,” you said bashfully.

She gave you a sweet smile and kissed you gently, differently than before. “Oh, you’re so beautiful,” she cooed. She kissed all over your face, making you giggle. “Such a darling little thing, aren’t you?”

You put your hand to her face and drew her to kiss your mouth again, carding your other hand through her hair. “Can I do you, now?”

She laughed. “If you want, lovely.” She guided your hand from her face down to her waist, gathering up her dress and letting you slip your hand under.

You raised a brow, hesitating before touching her like you so desperately wanted to. “Are you sure? You don’t want to switch places?”

She grinned. “I like it standing up very much, but I’m afraid I don’t quite trust my legs. If that’s alright with you.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” you said, giving her a deep, long kiss before putting your hand between her legs.

You swore breathlessly at the same time she bit her lip and moaned; you traced your fingers over her panties and felt how wet she was through the fabric. She started to rock against your fingers almost involuntarily, seeking friction; you gave her what she wanted rubbed her clit through her panties.

“Shit, Jesus, fuck,” she bit out, both of her hands on your shoulders to steady herself, her fingers gripping tight enough to leave bruises.

You couldn’t help a soft laugh. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“No,” she gasped, “but I’ll kiss you with it if you keep that up, please.”

You obliged her and pushed her panties aside, rubbing deep circles over her clit, kissing her shoulder as she whined with your every movement.

“You sound so pretty,” you said, kissing her neck. “Gorgeous thing.”

She muffled her moan against you. “Want your fingers,” she said, panting. “Please, baby, need them in me.”

You could tell she didn’t want to be teased, and you pushed two fingers into her and set to a quick pace. She whined as she threw her head back, practically bouncing on your fingers, chasing her high.

“Jesus,” you breathed, feeling yourself get wet again just looking at her. Her expression was beautifully desperate, moans tumbling from between her kiss-swollen lips.

“Gonna come, baby,” she gasped. “Oh, please, yes, yes - oh, fuck.”

You saw her expression change to complete blissed-out pleasure the same time you felt her tighten around your fingers, and you couldn’t help a moan of your own as she rode out her orgasm.

“God damn,” she breathed when she was spent, releasing her punishing grip on your shoulders. Like she had before, you put your fingers in your mouth and tasted her. She thanked you with deep, feverish kisses, both of you steadying your breathing and leaning on each other.

“Thank you,” she said. “You were perfect.”

“Couldn’t have been better than you were,” you said. You helped her up to sit next to you on the couch, and she moved until she was practically on your lap, wanting to be close to you as you kept kissing her.

“Maybe we should make this a more regular thing,” she said with a soft laugh.

You brushed her hair back from her face, gazing up at her blissed-out expression, drinking in how beautiful she was in the firelight.

“I’d love that,” you said gently.

She smiled. “I’d love that too,” she said. She twined her fingers with yours and kissed you in a way that told you she was happy to sit here all night and keep kissing you, and you couldn’t think of anything else you’d rather do more.

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This one comes from personal experience. Anyway... Reader is at the beach in a bikini and Ben (stranger) makes a comment about how ugly a birthmark on her upper leg- lower bum cheek area is and she gets really upset. A few year later they meet up, start a relationship and in the middle of some smutty stuff he realises that she's the one he was rude to. lots of fluff at the end? Hope that's okay? xx

beach body ready | benxreader

I’m sorry if this isn’t quite what you expected, but I tried to do it as much justice as I could! Especially since it’s personal experience - I personally can’t see Ben doing something like this so I tried to find an even field where it is like Ben as much as possible but still sticking to your experience. Hope you enjoy!

summary: you were always pretty confident in your body, until a rude remark about a birthmark set you in the tracks of insecurity. years later, you come to find you never let that go, and find it difficult to face

warnings: insecurities, rude remarks about birthmark, swearing, light smut

word count: 4.9k

requested by @queenlover05 - i hope you love it! (sorry if the ending is a little shit, i wasn’t sure what to write towards the end)

You grew up right by the ocean, waking to the sound of the waves on the sands. You swam of course, and to you swimming meant briny waves colliding with your faces, not the chlorinated pools that were further into the town. Even in the summertime, there were days you didn’t want to swim or catch crabs; you’d take your fingers and draw a hopscotch grid in the sand. Pebbles were always easy to find. You and your friends could spend hours there, hopping from one foot to two, spinning and making your way back to the start. You can still recall the softness of the sand, your feet erasing the numbers and the lines as you went. Some days you’d even play long enough for the tide to claim our game. Then you would slink home under the setting sun, only to repeat the fun the next day.

So, returning there in your early adulthood was like a dream come true. After moving to the city to study at university, you never really got the chance to visit the place you called home as much as you’d have hoped to. You had almost forgotten the way the hot sand slid between your toes, or the way the cool breeze drifting through your locks, and the taste of the saliferous water on your taste buds. Almost.

*****

“Over hewre, YN!” your little sister shouted, jumping up and down in an outburst of pure elation. You laughed loudly, picking up the light beach ball from the ground and throwing as well as you could. After a few times of throwing the ball to each other, you began failing miserably when the wind caught it in its breeze, causing it to fly off to the side.

“This isn’t going to work, Liv! It’s too windy!” you shouted back, both giggling at the sight of the ball floating away in the ocean. The 5 year old was quick to chase after it, throwing herself into the cold water and doggy-paddling to keep up with it. You ran in after her, not only to make sure she was safe, but mostly because it looked even more fun than being on the land at that point. The sudden chill of the ocean made you squeal, Olivia laughing in response.

“It’s not even cowd, YN! Come on, I want to swim!”

“I just got in Liv!” you exclaimed, racing to catch up with the small girl who was now so deep she couldn’t touch the ocean floor with her feet. She definitely took after you and you tendency to take risks; one of your favourite things to do was just float in the ocean and let if drift you where it wanted, it made you feel free. A good 20 minutes later of splashing around in the water and getting your hair positively soaked, you started to feel yourself get hungry. “How about we go grab some ice cream and sit on the towels for a bit, huh?”

Of course, Olivia bolted back onto the sand, grabbing her towel to wrap around her stomach and waiting incredibly impatiently for you to follow suit. As you emerged from the water, your bikini bottom pulled up a little higher than usual, but you left you it be not thinking much of it. Thankfully the ice cream van was not far from where you had settled with your things, so you were okay with leaving your stuff alone for a few minutes. With her small body hoisted on your right hip, you turned to her; “Okay Liv what do you want?”

“Stwawbewwy ice cweam! With chocowate sauce! And a chocowate fwake!” she cheered, pointing at all the different parts of her creation that she could see in the van. The man behind the window chuckled lightly, following her hand to grab each piece, and quickly whipped up the concoction for the small girl. “Thank woo!”

“Is that all?”

“Oh, erm, yes that’s it thank you” you grinned, before looking over at your sister to see remnants of the melting ice cream all around her cheeks and chin, as if she’d shoved her face straight into it. You chuckled loudly, seeing her shoot you a guilty, toothy grin in response. “Actually, could we get a few napkins as well if that’s okay.”

After paying for the ice cream and resulting napkins, you headed back to sit down for a while; you had forgotten quite how exhausting the beach could be. IN the direction of your towels, you noticed a man standing beside them, bending over to pick up something. In the split second he stood back up, you took in the sight. The boy was probably the most attractive man you had ever seen; he had the most gorgeous emerald eyes with the smallest flecks of gold in them that made them gleam naturally in the summer sunlight. And you couldn’t deny how built he was either. An incredibly built six pack, with an arousing v-line which disappeared into the red swimming trucks he was wearing, and his thighs; God his thighs. Your favourite part of him, however, was his soaked, golden locks; you couldn’t deny, you were a sucker for hair.

“S-sorry, can I help you?” you stuttered out, trying not to choke on your words at the blonde in front of you. He hadn’t noticed you at first, but you saw his eyes quickly rake up and down your body before answering.

“Sorry, my nephew threw this and it landed on your towels. I didn’t mean to bother you” he excused, stumbling over his own words from nerves. You weren’t expecting the deepness, with just a hint of sultry, in his British voice; it sent butterflies straight to your tummy. You saw his hands holding a frisbee, and immediately understood.

“Oh, it-it’s fine. I’m YN” you grinned, holding your hand out to shake his. He took the offer, taking your hand into his, and you couldn’t help but notice how rough and calloused they were. God. “Ben, are you from around here or-”

You were quite sure he could feel your hand lightly shaking from nervousness, but that was the least of your problems at that point, especially considering Liv was now nowhere to be seen. Your head shot around the beach, catching the small girls body heading towards the sea, ice cream in one and piles of sand in the other. “I-I’m sorry, just- Liv, get back here! Not in the sea while your eating your ice cream remember, we sit on the towels while we eat. Otherwise, the ocean might steal it and we don’t want that do-”

“Have you always had that?” Ben’s voice chuckled from behind you, making you shoot around confused.

“Huh, sorry? Had what?”

“That thing… on your leg?” he answered, pointing to your upper leg-lower bum cheek area. You knew exactly what he was referring to; you had a birthmark in that exact area. It wasn’t common that people would ask about it, but when they did, they were polite and respectful about it. Which was why it threw you off a little that Ben had found it funny.

“Oh, erm, yeah. It’s a birthmark, why?” you said with puzzlement, not quite expecting what he was to say next.

“Oh, nothing. It’s just, it’s not exactly the prettiest sight.”

“Erm, excuse me?” you scoffed out, furrowing your brows in disbelief. Was this random man really making a comment about this? You were usually able to brush off the bad comments about it, people had said before how it was different to any birthmark they’d seen before or that maybe you should have it checked by a doctor, but that was always in private and you could explain the situation. At this point, Ben was just being downright rude and it was embarrassing

“Well, I thought you were pretty hot until I saw that. Don’t get me wrong, I know you can’t help it but like it’s pretty unattractive” you were left stunned at the remark. Never had you expected words like that to come out of a mouth of someone who seemed to be such a gentleman. You now understand the meaning of don’t judge a book by its cover to a t.

“Erm, sorry could you leave? I don’t care for your opinions” you retaliated, a grimace showing on your face. You could see some slight hesitation and guilt on his face, as if he hadn’t meant to upset, but you considered him stupid if he thought saying such things wouldn’t render you at least somewhat angry. He backed off, raising his arms in the air as if to sarcastically say ‘sorry’ before jogging to meet his nephew on the other side of a big umbrella. You quickly went back to your spot, plonking down on the towel and huffing in defeat. Your mind couldn’t help but glaze over his words - ‘unattractive’, ‘not the prettiest sight’. You tried so desperately to hold back the tears that had began brimming in the corners of your eyes, but there came a point where you weren’t able to stop one from rolling down. Your little sister popped up from beside you, noticing how downcast you were, pouting out her bottom lip in over exaggeration.

“It’s okay YN. Why are you wad?” she reassured you, jumping down on your stomach and wrapping her arms around your shoulders to give you biggest hug you thought possible, yet you couldn’t help but laugh at the fact she still had ice cream smeared all around her mouth. You chuckled lightly, planting a big kiss on her cheek and wiping the tear from your cheek.

“I’m not Liv, don’t worry. It’s just, people say mean words sometimes, words about things people can’t change, or things people may be insecure about. And it can hurt their feelings” you explained, sitting her on your knee and sniffling back anymore tears about to drop.

“If it makes you feewl better, I think you’re biwthmark is vewy pwetty” she smiled, reaching her hand round to rub the mark and give you another quick hug, as you mouthed ‘thank you’. She jumped up off your lap, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the see; “Let’s go swimming again!”

You spent another hour or two in the ocean with the little girl, but you couldn’t help your eyes drifting over to the blonde man every few minutes. You couldn’t let what he said go, and yet he looked like nothing had even happened when 30 minutes after the incident he caught your eyes and threw over a friendly smile. You tried to send one back, probably failing miserably.

“I thought you were pretty hot until I saw that“

** 3 years later **

You had been practically craving a coffee the whole morning, your lack of energy due to your work piling up had been swallowing you whole and you needed something to keep you awake. It was only the fresh afternoon, but you were sure you would drift back into sleep if you didn’t find a source of caffeine from somewhere, so you popped round to the local coffee shop.

“One large latte macchiato please, thank you” you asked the cashier, tapping your card before taking a seat at a small table just across from the counter. Scrolling through your Instagram feed, you saw a familiar face pop up a few times on an account you were even aware you followed; Ben Hardy? You clicked on his page to investigate further, when you realised exactly where you knew the guy from. It was the same guy who you had met at the beach a few years ago, the same guy who had insulted your birthmark. You were over his comment by now, it didn’t really affect you anymore but it had admittedly sent you into a bit of a frenzy for a few months after it. You didn’t wear shorts, or you wouldn’t wear a bikini to the beach, you refused to have sex with any guys. It weirded you out a little though to find him on your feed, was he famous? Posts of friends, photo shoots, a few familiar actors… press junkies. Premieres. Movie sets? He was an actor.

Ben Hardy was an actor

He seemed like he was doing pretty well for himself, and you noticed he was staring in a new movie alongside some of your favourite actors. You popped him a follow, liking a few of his recent pictures, and almost instantly you got a DM and follow. Off him.

Ben Hardy

hey, this is YN right? from the beach like 3 years ago?

You panicked, surprised that he even remembered you or the incident, but then again you remember him. What’s the difference? What shocked you even more was that he was being so friendly; did he not remember what he had said to you?

You

heyyy ben, yeah it is! surprised you remembered me, especially after what happened haha

Trying to play it cool was not something you were very good at; when you were nervous, you were nervous. Friendly may not have been your approach to the man 3 years ago, but you couldn’t deny seeing him again kick-started that small crush you had felt on the stranger. Maybe what he said, he hadn’t meant.

Ben Hardy

what happened? i literally don’t remember anything except you!

in a good way i swear - god, that sounded bad. im sorry - i remember thinking you were pretty good looking!

Ironic. So he didn't remember. And he seemed like he was taking a relatively amiable approach to getting to know you; maybe it could be a fresh start. If he didn’t remember what had happened, he most likely didn’t remember what had caused it. Maybe he had changed. Hopefully he had changed.

You

oh it was nothing! can barely remember it either! but thank you - can’t say you weren’t either haha

so did you message for a reason or…

Ben Hardy

not really, just thought i’d check in on you considering we didn’t get to speak much when we met. i’m actually back in your town next week, would you maybe want to meet up? grab a coffee and have a chat?

This threw you off. You really, really wanted to. But you knew it probably wasn’t a good idea; I mean you had only met him once, and that one time, he insulted you. Not a good first impression, but you couldn’t help the urge to say yes. And your fingers were typing it out before you could even stop them;

You

yeah that sounds great!

i know the perfect place - in fact i’m sat there right now! they have the best homemade pretzels, they’re to die for!

Ben Hardy

i’ll take your word for it! heres my number - *blah blah* - text me with a good time and place?

Shit. He had just given you his number. Was this a date? Or just two people who had met before simply meeting again. Or what if you got there and it was all an elaborate prank set up by him and his friends to embarrass you in front of everyone. Either way, you had committed to it, and backing out now would make you seem like a pussy. And maybe it wouldn’t go sooo bad. You hoped.

You

can’t wait!

*****

“Babe, I’m back!” you heard his voice shouting through from the front door. Sat on the couch, you were reading a book you had recently taken out from the local library when you heard the commotion of his bags being dropped on the floor. Your head shot around, a grin plastered across your face at the sound of his husky voice. You watched as his blonde hair bobbed into the room, walking towards you and placing a peck to your forehead.

“Missed you” you muttered, leaning your head back further so the second kiss landed on your lips instead. Placing your book down on the side table, you turned to where he had just sat down next to you and cuddled into his side, his warmth sending shivers down your spines.

You almost considered bunking off on the date you planned with Ben, your nerves and insecurities getting the better of you as it got closer to the day you planned. Even texting him a time and place was hard enough for you, but you saw it as a challenge for yourself; you didn’t want to let one small incident ruin your chances with him. So you did text him a time and place. 12, early rise cafe? And you did go on the date. And you did hit it off with him; he was nothing like you remembered. Constantly complimenting you, how gorgeous you looked and how intelligent you were. A kind soul, he described you as at one point. After that, you continued to keep in touch, even when he was away filming he would be sure to put aside at least one hour every night to call you and you would just talk about your day. You caught feelings fast, and what he had said to you years before was long forgotten.

You had now been officially together for 3 months, and you were the happiest you had ever been; he loved you, and you loved him. He reminded you of it every day, with both words and actions - kisses, hugs, occasional squeezes of the bum, saying ‘I love you’, you even caught at him staring at you from time to time while you worked. He felt like the luckiest man on earth. Almost, there was just one thing he wanted to do so badly with you that you were yet to agree to; he wanted to make love to you, show you just how much he truly does love you but physically. And you wanted it too, just the sight of the blonde himself was enough to turn you on, but there was one thing holding you back. You thought maybe you’d let his words go, but he hadn’t seen you naked since that time on the beach, and you couldn’t help but fear the idea of him bringing it up again. What if he left you? What if he thought you were ugly and decided he didn’t want sex? What if he just laughed? What if-

“YN, babe, are you listening?” he cleared his throat, his eyes looking down at you worryingly. You didn’t even realise he had been speaking, too caught up in your own thoughts of doing it (or not) with Ben. He seemed very stressed as he came in, and it was still showing now, so you felt very guilty. “I was saying how Joe mentioned we should all head round to his some time this week for dinner, like a quadruple date or something. I’m down if you are but don’t feel forced, I know you haven’t known them for very long”

“O-oh, yeah that sounds good” you murmured, trying to sound enthusiastic about the suggestion but failing; Ben knew you and his friends didn’t get along very well because they were all actors and knew each other’s, whereas you were just a girl from a small town who had never met any of them. It’s not that you didn’t like them, it’s just that you preferred to keep to yourself and all they would do is ask you questions.

“You don’t seem very enthusiastic”

“I-I want to Ben, I just get very nervous around new people. I promise, I’ll try and make it, but don’t let me hold you back from going” you smiled, watching his face light up at the fact you’d step out of your comfort zone. For him. He kissed you straight on the lips, hand shooting to caress the side of your face lightly and placing the other one on your thigh. You tensed a little at the feeling but grew comfortable to it soon after, it felt nice. And it gradually felt nicer and nicer as he moved further up you thigh to meet the buttons of your jeans. Until he began unbuttoning them. And every thought and insecurity you had encountered before came flooding back; he’s going to see your birthmark, and he’s going to remember exactly what he said at the beach, and he’s going to realise he was right, and he’s going to dump you.

Of course, he noticed the way you froze in your spot, taking a deep breath in. He pulled back immediately, hand still on your thigh but much less tight now, in a more comforting way. “Are you okay? I-I’m sorry, I got caught in the moment, I-”

“It’s fine, Ben. I just- I don’t think we should” you muttered, refusing to make eye contact with the blonde as you twiddled your fingers out of nerves. He could tell something was wrong, he had never seen you so removed and insecure before. But you had been together for 3 months, and he thought it was a good time to start getting intimate; not that he wouldn’t respect your decision, he was just getting a little impatient with being with you and not being able to help the raging boner in his pants nearly every time he saw you.

“Why not?” he questioned, not in a accusatory way but a curious one. He was beginning to get a little insecure himself; did you not want to have sex with him because you didn’t find him attractive? Or because you didn’t think he’d be any good? He couldn’t hear the apprehensive thoughts in your head, but you were struggling to put them to words. He didn’t need to hear them, for when you started tearing up a little before him, he knew something was definitely wrong; “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? You can talk to me about anything”

“I know I can Ben, just not this”

“YN, if whatever is going on in your head is hurting you, we talk about it; I don’t care if you think it’ll be embarrassing, or make me sad or angry. We talk about your problems because that’s what I’m here for”

“It’s… I, erm, I don’t want you to see me naked” you practically the lasts word, so quietly that you weren’t even sure he had heard them at first. But he had, because his eyes widened in disbelief. He hadn’t even considered the fact he hadn’t seen you in underwear before because you had seen him in just his boxers so many times that he just found it normal. “I don’t want you to leave me”

“I- YN, why would I leave you? I love you, every single part of you. Naked or not. Please, you need to explain what is going on in your head so I can help you” he encouraging, smoothing his hand up and down your thigh in a calming manner. You wanted to tell him, explain what was going on in your brain so he could help, but you didn’t want to; your insecurities got the best of you. Everything had been going so well in your relationship, and you didn’t want something like this to ruin everything you had worked so hard for. You didn’t want one measly birthmark to ruin everything. You loved him, and you wanted to make sure he loved you. After you had stayed silent for a minute or two, Ben was beginning to grow impatient; “YN, please you need to talk to me. I don’t understand how you could feel so insecure over your body when-”

“Because of you!” you cut in, almost screaming the words if your voice hadn’t been so weak. Ben stared at you incredulously, his brain trying to understand what he might say or have said to put you in such a state; he thought you were absolutely perfect, and he told you that nearly every day. Because you are perfect. “Because of what you said at the beach 3 years ago.”

“I-uh, I don’t…”

“You seriously don’t remember?” you scoffed, thinking he must be joking at this point because it was the first time you two had met; he must’ve remembered some of the conversation. You stood in front of him, deciding that it was now or never to show him; you deserved someone better than him if he repeated what he said 3 years ago. Pulling your pants down just enough to reveal the top of your leg, letting Ben finally see the reason you were so reluctant to get naked in front of him. You watched as his mouth open in confusion, and then realisation. “You called it ‘pretty unattractive’ and said how you thought I was hot before you saw it. It hurt Ben, a lot. Having a complete stranger point out and make fun of something that you can’t change. I put it aside at the beginning of our relationship because I really liked you and I hoped you changed; but I can’t help but be scared that you’ll still leave me. That’s why I didn’t want to get intimate yet, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no, I’m sorry” Ben mumbled, unable to comprehend a lot of what you had just said. He remembered what he had said, but he never realised how badly you took the words; he didn’t even consider the possibility of hurting you by saying it. He was an ignorant 20-something-year-old who only thought about sex and partying, and so he thought he was just ‘bantering’ as he would’ve called it back then. Watching the way it affected your feelings broke his heart; he had never meant to hurt you, and he never would want hurt you intentionally. “I-I never even considered how that may have made you feel. I don’t even remember much about that day; I can’t excuse what I said at all. I was probably trying to cover up my own insecurities or the fact that I thought you were really attractive. I can’t say sorry enough, but I really am and I want you to know that I think you are the most beautiful person on this planet. And I’m sorry that I made you feel any less than that, and if you decide you don’t want to love me anymore, I understand-”

“Ben.” you interrupted, seeing that he was also now on the brink of tears. He thought you wouldn’t love him. He thought you wouldn’t love him. Not the other way round like you had assumed this situation would go. You let out a small sigh of relief before walking to Ben, who was now sat hunched with his head in his hands. You threw your legs over his to straddle his lap, a common cuddling position for the two of you (one of your personal favourites, but Ben would always get afraid you’d be able to feel his semi every time) “I will always love you, I’m certain of it. I wouldn’t have let myself fall for you if I wasn’t willing to forgive you. I was scared that you wouldn’t love me, that you’d remember how disgusting I am and you’d leave. Trust me, I think this is the most sexually frustrated I’ve ever been, you are too fucking hot to spend all this time around and not get turned on.” you chuckled lowly, Ben joining in before shooting you a smirk and small wink; classic Ben humour. “I just… I let my insecurities get the best of me and that was my fault. I guess I only took it to heart because it was coming from you, usually I can brush those comments off.”

“I’m really sorry, YN, I don’t know how I could make it up to you, I’m so sorry-”

“Ben, you seriously need to stop apologising” you giggled, cupping the soft skin of his cheek and stroking your thumb gently. He went to say it again, catching himself out and looking almost ashamed about it. “You said you wanted to make it up to me?”

“I-I would do anything YN, I love you.” he stuttered, almost surprised you were giving him a second chance as he looked up at you with his baby doll eyes.

“I can think of one way you could, erm, make it up to me?” you muttered, beginning to become embarrassed with what you were saying. He seemed eager though, nodding his head urgently to urge you to say what was on your mind; “show me how much you love me?”

“I-erm, how? You want gifts? Hugs?” he rushed, but you just giggled at his obliviousness to what you were suggesting.

“No, Ben. I want you to make love to me” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck before planting your lips firmly onto his in a moment of passion. He immediately returned the gesture, feeling relief you weren’t nearly as angry at him as he thought you’d be.

“Now, that I can do” he mumbled against your lips, raising to his feet and hoisting your body so he could carry you upstairs.

He vowed the love you forever, and always prove it in every way he could, including making love to you. And he did just that.

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freddiesaysalright · 4 years

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A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes - Chapter 5

Gwilym!Prince Charming x Reader

Summary: After losing your parents, your step-family makes your life impossible. That is, until Prince Gwilym holds a ball. It’s your one chance for everything to change.

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A/N: It’s the grand finale! Thank you again for all the lovely responses to this fic! I can’t believe I’m almost done with the Disney AUs already! also i barely proofread this because i was so excited to post it so if you see a typo no you didnt

Warning(s): brief descriptions of abuse

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Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5 here we go!!!

Frank and his daughters came home about an hour after you did. You were already back in your servant clothes and waiting by the door. You took their cloaks and bags, and began hanging them on the rack in the main hall.

“How was your night?” you asked politely.

“It was a splendid evening, Y/N,” Frank answered. “More than you could ever hope for.”

“I’m sure it was,” you returned, holding back a smirk. If only he knew.

“I’m relieved to see you have not stolen anything else from my wife’s closet,” he sneered.

You shook your head. “No, sir. I wouldn’t dream of it. I’ve been thoroughly educated.”

“Very good,” he said, seeming displeased that he couldn’t goad you.

But nothing could spoil this night. It was perfect.

“Is there anything you need before going to bed?” you asked.

“I’m fine, but you’ll of course help the girls get changed,” he said.

You nodded again. “Absolutely.”

He watched you suspiciously as you followed your step sisters up the stairs. You were calm. Too calm. And you were humming, which you didn’t normally do. Plus the tune was something he had heard somewhere - but no event would have had you in attendance. His frown deepened. Something was up.

***

Gwilym returned to the palace two hours later, empty handed and broken-hearted. Rami and Ben were waiting on the steps for him, but as he walked up, he only shook his head. They sighed, disappointed for their friend. Thankfully, the remaining guests had all gone home.

“Sorry, mate,” Ben said.

“There was no sign of her?” Rami asked.

“No,” Gwilym said. “Even the carriage tracks just seemed to disappear. It was like she just vanished.”

“So, all we’ve got to go on is the shoe?” Ben wondered, holding it up.

Gwilym had only entrusted his best friends with it, and they had kept it from his father.

“It’s made of glass,” Gwilym said. “Which means it only fits her.”

“So what are we gonna do?” Rami asked. “Try the shoe on every woman in the kingdom?”

“Only the single women,” Gwilym said, as if it were obvious.

Rami and Ben shared a surprised look.

“I hope you’re joking,” Ben said.

“Far from it,” Gwilym replied. “I’m going to find that girl, and I’m going to marry her.”

Rami sighed. “Very well, then. But let’s start in the morning.”

“Thank you both,” Gwilym said, relieved. They had every reason to leave now. Both had duties at home, and had done what was socially expected. With the ball over, there was no obligation to stay. “Really.”

“Of course we’re gonna help you,” Ben said. “But I’m with Rami. Starting tomorrow.”

“You guys go on up, I’ll be right behind you,” Gwilym insisted.

His friends shrugged, but did as he requested and went inside. Gwilym remained, holding that glass piece of you carefully in the crook of his arm. He looked out into the night sky, hoping somehow you could feel his desperation.

“I am coming for you, my darling,” he said quietly.

***

You yawned as the sun peered into your room through your curtains. You were feeling unusually light this morning. Like you were still floating just above the ballroom floor. With a contented sigh, you stretched and forced yourself out of bed. Frank and the girls would be needing their breakfast soon, but you knew you had a little extra time today. They’d certainly have a bit of a lie in after the late night.

You threw your dress and apron on. You did a spin around your room, giggling as you imagined Gwilym there with you. Then you had to slow to a stop. It was a fantasy, nothing more. One glorious night. But now it was time to return to reality and your true life. Still, you could cling to the dream for one morning.

Humming to yourself, you put the pot on to boil and began prepping plates for breakfast. You set a pan atop the stove to start some sausages when you heard the jingle of a bell. You looked at the wall. It was coming from Eleanor’s room, so you guessed she was up. You asked Elsie to start the food and went back upstairs to get your step sister dressed. When you reached the landing, you saw Frank emerging from his room, already dressed.

“Good morning,” you said kindly.

“Y/N, what did you get up to last night?” he asked.

“Why, nothing, sir,” you said. “I cleaned up, as you instructed, changed clothes, and got a head start on some other chores. When those were done, I occupied myself by reading.”

He seemed skeptical. “I see. I hope you weren’t reading anything too fanciful. You mustn’t fill your mind with...unrealistic dreams and fantasies.”

Your brow furrowed with confusion. What was he implying?

“No, sir,” you said. “I try to keep everything practical.”

“Good,” he said. “Now get to work.”

You nodded, a bit perplexed, but continued into Eleanor’s room.

***

In the morning, Gwilym was the first up. He hardly slept at all. He wrote a decree for his father to send out, that he and Ben and Rami would be making the rounds through town and the countryside to find the owner of the missing shoe. They would begin today, and search until the prince had found his lost love.

To his shock, the king agreed to this. He read over it at the breakfast table, nodding at each point. The ladies were to try on the shoe and if it fit, it must be the girl who Gwilym met at the ball.

“Very well,” he said. “You’ll begin today?”

“Yes,” Gwilym said. “I want to find her as soon as possible.”

“Alright, son,” the king replied. He looked at the prince and offered a sincere smile. “And best of luck.”

Gwilym beamed. “Thank you, Father!”

And so, they began their search within the palace, where the out of town noble guests were staying. Gwilym had his doubts about those girls because he met them before you even came through the door. But he knew everyone deserved a fair chance. When the shoe fit none of those women, they made their way into town, with a few guards along for protection.

***

Frank received a letter from the palace early in the morning. He looked it over and you saw a flash of...something cross his face. You couldn’t place the emotion though. It seemed almost like a glimmer of hope. His eyes glanced over at you before quickly turning to his daughters.

“Girls, get yourselves looking nice,” he said. “We’ll be having visitors from the palace this afternoon.”

“The palace?” you questioned, without meaning to, but you could hardly help yourself.

“Yes, but that isn’t any of your business, Y/N,” he snapped. “Get my daughters ready and then proceed with your chores as usual. You are not to make your presence known while the visitors are here.”

You nodded apologetically. As you made your way back to the kitchen, you wondered if the visitors Frank referred to could be Gwilym and his father. Was he looking for you? Something in your heart told you he was, but you hardly even dared to hope. Such a thing was the stuff of dreams. And yet, the ball seemed like a dream too, but it was as real as the tea kettle you carried. You began devising a plan.

As the day wore on, you completed your chores quickly. You wanted to prepare yourself as well. Your gut was telling you Gwilym was on his way to take you away from here. And you had all the proof you needed in that slipper that was hidden beneath your bed. So when you finished sweeping the entrance hall, you ran up to your room to get it. Only, when you opened your door, you came to an abrupt stop. Frank was sitting on your bed, holding the slipper by the heel. One wrong move of his fingers and it would fall, risking a break.

“Well, well, well,” he said darkly. “I had a feeling you had made your way to the ball. You’ve been far too dreamy to have had as dull a night as you claim.”

Your heart rate quickened.

“That’s mine,” you said, feeling childish as the words left your mouth. “It was given to me.”

Frank laughed humorlessly. “Oh, likely story. I suppose this is another one of my wife’s things you stole.”

“You cannot stop me from this,” you said, ignoring the accusation. “The prince loves me.”

“Against his better judgement, I believe that’s true,” he admitted.

You blinked, surprised at your step father’s nonchalance about this. Did that mean he would accept it? No. There had to be something else he was getting at.

“As it is, though,” he said. “You’re spoken for.”

You frowned as your stomach dropped.

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” he said, getting to his feet and straightening his jacket with his free hand. “And mine alone.”

A chill ran down your spine. Was he really saying what you thought he was saying?

“I’m not a slave, Frank,” you said. “I am free to do this.”

“I do not intend to make you my slave,” he said. “I intend to make you my wife.”

Your body went rigid as the blood ran out of your face. The very idea made your stomach churn. The thought of being his wife, sharing his bed, bearing his children...you nearly heaved right there in front of him.

“No,” you said firmly. “I won’t.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice,” he said.

“It’s sick!” you cried. “I’m your daughter!”

“Step daughter,” he said. “I will have this estate, Y/N. You will do for me what your mother could not. My son will be the true and rightful heir, and start a new line.”

“Are you not happy with the children you have?” you wondered, completely rocked to your core. “Why do you insist on a son?”

“Sons are the only useful offspring,” he scoffed. “Daughters are just mouths to feed until you can marry them off, and even then, what’s theirs will never belong to their family. It belongs to their husbands. Well, I am not going to lose everything because my previous wives were too weak to give me what I want.”

“I will not,” you refused again. “I’ll run away.”

“And leave behind your home?” he taunted. “The one your father built so lovingly with your mother?”

“It will no longer be a home to me if I am trapped in such a marriage,” you said.

“I’m not giving you a choice, Y/N,” he sighed. “I’ll keep eyes on you everywhere, I’ll lock you in your room, whatever it takes. Or, you can submit to me now and become mistress of this house as you were born to be.”

“I’ll die before I marry you,” you spat. “I’ll die before I bear any child of yours. I’ll -”

“No need to go on,” he said. He was being alarmingly calm about this. “I know the rest. But you will marry me, Y/N. You will have my son, and you’ll do it all without complaint. Just as you have with everything I have ever given you.”

You blinked again. So everything he’d put you through was a test? A way to manipulate you into obeying his every command? He was...grooming you? Your stomach gave another lurch.

“But first,” he said. “We will need to squash your dreams of Prince Gwilym.”

“What do you -”

He cut off your question by hurling your slipper into the wall. It shattered with a crash, which drowned out your anguished cry. You sank to your knees, hopeless.

“There now,” he said. “I’m only teaching you the harsh lesson of reality.”

Tears fell freely down your cheeks. You heard loud knocking at the front door, but barely registered it.

“That’ll be him,” Frank said.

You snapped to your senses and started to rise for one last desperate escape attempt, but Frank was faster. You felt the blow of his palm against your cheek before you even saw it coming. You fell to the ground, face throbbing. You wanted to scream, or cry, or swing back at him, but you were completely numb from the shock. You couldn’t feel anything but the sting on your skin.

“Do not resist me again, Y/N,” Frank warned.

With that, he walked out of your room, and you heard him turn the lock. You were trapped. You curled into a ball on your floor and wept quietly.

***

Gwilym was relieved when the door finally opened. This was the last house of the day. He saw a man there, whose smile was...unconvincing to say the least. He bowed.

“We are happy to see you, Prince Gwilym,” he said. “I am Frank Tarleton, and I believe one of my daughters is the girl you’re searching for.”

Gwilym raised a brow. “But you don’t know which?”

Frank blinked, taken aback, and then laughed an empty sort of laugh. “Good one, your highness. Please, come in.”

Gwilym looked at Ben and Rami who both shrugged. They followed Frank inside and into the drawing room, where two young women sat on the couch, looking nervous. Ben explained everything, with Frank nodding eagerly along. Something about the man struck Gwilym as slimy. He was too polite, too eager to please, and it seemed even his own daughters were made uncomfortable by him. Gwilym sighed.

“Let’s get this over with,” he mumbled.

He was beginning to lose hope. Who was left, if not these girls? And yet, neither of them struck him as the one he was looking for.

***

You listened carefully at your door, not daring to make any more noise. If Frank returned, he might do worse than strike you. But you could listen to what was happening downstairs.

It was a bit maddening to hear, though. To be so close to Gwilym now, and yet so far. To be a prisoner now in your own home was worse than being a servant. And the worst part was seeing the proof of your identity lying in pieces beside you. You felt like the slipper. Broken. Completely in pieces. Like your dreams too.

You heard the front door open and close again. You went to your window and watched Gwilym mount his horse, his friends on either side of him, and trot away toward town. Was that truly the last time you would see your love?

It couldn’t be. Now, you could hear Frank’s familiar footsteps coming back up the stairs. You knew you had to make a break for it as soon as he opened the door. You braced yourself. You had no time to pack anything, no time to grab money or valuables. You would have to break away with nothing but the clothes on your back and a prayer.

You watched the doorknob turn, feeling as if everything was in slow motion. It creaked slowly open and Frank’s body appeared in the door frame. He reached for you, but you ducked under his arm, darted down the hall, flew down the stairs, and straight out the front door.

You ran. As fast as your legs could carry you, not even daring to look back to see if Frank was in pursuit. You just hurtled toward town, hoping that anyone could help you. You would give up your home, and everything you knew - you would even give up your life - before marrying Frank. You had to escape, even if it meant becoming a beggar.

You burst through the back door of the tavern, tears streaming down your cheeks, and chest heaving. Flying through the kitchen, you threw open the doors to the dining area and found Zelda behind the bar. She looked up at the commotion you were making, took in the sight of you, and her brow furrowed.

“Zelda, please!” you cried, frantic. “I need help!”

You went to her, and she took you in her arms.

“Y/N, what’s -”

She didn’t get to finish her question before Frank came barreling through. He must not have been far behind. You let out a scream. Zelda pushed you behind her and you cowered at her back. She put her arms out to shield you further.

“Zelda, remove yourself if you know what’s good for you,” Frank threatened.

“Don’t, Zelda, please!” you begged. “Don’t let him take me! He’s going to force me to marry him! Please!”

She stiffened in front of you. “Oh, no you don’t, Frank. I will not stand by and let you do this.”

“Stand back or you’re fired,” he warned.

“I don’t care,” she shot back. “I won’t let you have her!”

“I’m afraid it’s not up to you,” he returned harshly.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and tried to move her, but Zelda was a stout woman with considerable strength. She resisted him, taking hold of his biceps and forcing him back several steps. Her advantage was clearly gained by the element of surprise.

“Run, Y/N!” she cried. “Get out of here!”

Panicked, you leapt over the counter and wrenched the door open. You threw yourself out of it, trying to ignore the sounds of the struggle behind you. You darted into the street and sprinted as fast as you could away from the tavern. You had no idea where you would go from here - but you could not stay and be forced into a lifetime of Frank.

You glanced back. To your horror, you saw that Frank was emerging from the tavern and had spotted you right away. With a gasp, you turned back around and sped up. Only, as you turned, you didn’t realize what was in front of you. You ran right smack into a man’s back. The force of the collision put you on your rear in the dirt.

Wincing, you looked up. Your jaw dropped. It was Gwilym!

He met your gaze and froze as well. For a moment, you were both back at the ball, when he’d come up to you on the stairs and asked you to dance. He recognized you instantly.

“It’s you,” he whispered.

You opened your mouth to respond, but a sudden stinging on your scalp caused you to cry out instead. Frank had fisted his hand around your hair and dragged you to your feet.

“Your highness!” he gasped, noticing Gwilym. “I do apologize. My servant here has forgotten her manners.” He looked at you and continued through gritted teeth. “And her place.”

He yanked your hair on the last word for extra emphasis. Gwilym’s chest tightened as he watched Frank manhandle you. He briefly imagined himself drawing his sword and plunging it right into Frank’s chest, but he refrained.

“Release her,” he ordered.

Frank looked at the prince, bewildered.

“I’m sorry?” he questioned.

Gwilym’s expression darkened. “I told you to release her.”

Frank hesitated.

“Now!” Gwilym shouted.

You relaxed when Frank finally let go. Your scalp still itched with soreness. You desperately wanted to throw yourself into Gwilym’s arms but you were still afraid of what Frank might do. You did take a cautious step back.

“Your highness, I’m dealing with an unruly servant girl,” Frank said. “But she is mine and I may do with her as I please.”

Your lip trembled and you shook your head.

“That’s not true,” you sobbed. “You know it’s not, I’m your step daughter and you’re forcing me to -”

“SILENCE!” Frank roared, and raised his hand.

You shrieked and covered your face with your arms. But the blow didn’t come. You peeked out, lowering your shield just barely. Gwilym had taken hold of Frank’s wrist. Rami and Ben, who you just noticed being present, both had their hands on their swords. Now was your chance.

“Don’t let him take me back,” you begged again. “Please, your highness, don’t let him.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Zelda trotting up the street. She halted when she took in the scene before her.

“Sir Tarleton,” Gwilym said, releasing Frank’s arm. “We were at your home and I asked you if you had any more women residing there besides your daughters. You lied.”

“It wasn’t a lie, really,” Frank argued. “Just an omission. You see, there’s no way this girl was at the ball when I forbid her from going.”

“If that’s true, then you are still in trouble,” Gwilym said. “All eligible maidens were to attend.”

“She’s only a servant -”

“I know you’re lying, Tarleton,” Gwilym interrupted. “Now stand down.”

Frank stepped away from the prince, shooting glances between him and you. Gwilym turned to Ben.

“The slipper please, Ben,” he said.

“No!” Frank protested, starting toward you, but Rami stopped him.

Ben handed Gwilym the slipped you’d left behind on the staircase. You wiped your cheeks, clearing away the dirt and tears, and held your prince’s gaze. You smiled at him.

“I knew you were the girl from the tavern,” he said gently. “I knew I recognized you.”

“And the cemetery,” you reminded him.

“Yes,” he chuckled. “I remember.”

“How did someone like you even notice someone like me?” you wondered, amazed.

“Because you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met,” he told you simply. “Inside and out. And from that moment in the cemetery I saw what you truly are - a princess.”

You flushed, looking bashfully at the ground.

“I’m not really a -”

“Maybe not by birth,” he said. “But in heart.”

You met his eyes again. Those eyes that from the first time you saw them, told you the kindness of this man’s soul.

He knelt down onto one knee, holding out the slipper. It made you ache for the lost one Frank smashed, but you were relieved that you had left one behind at the palace. You toed off your boot and raised your leg. Ben stepped closer to help you balance and you shot him a grateful look. Then, you slid your delicate foot into the glass slipper. It fit perfectly.

Gwilym’s face lit up like a firework. Ben let go of your hand as Gwilym laughed, took you up in his arms and spun you around. You giggled with joy as well. He lowered you gently to the ground.

“Now, will you please tell me your name?” he asked.

You chuckled. “It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated, and cupped your cheek in his palm. “How beautiful.”

“No!” Frank shouted again, and this time Rami had to grab him to stop him. “No! You cannot take her from me!”

“The girl does not belong to you,” Gwilym said sternly. He turned and faced Frank. “I see very clearly now that you have been mistreating her. She is free to choose whatever she likes.”

“I’m her father!” Frank insisted.

“Step father,” you said. Then you looked up at Gwilym. “I choose you, my love.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he replied. “Sir Tarleton, you’ll be taken into custody.”

Frank’s eyes went wide as the guards moved to take him from Rami. They clapped iron rings around his wrists. He seemed too shocked to struggle.

“Take him to the dungeon to await trial for his crimes,” Gwilym instructed. He faced you again. “And you, my darling, may come with me to the palace.”

“For how long?” you wondered.

“Forever, if you wish it,” he assured you.

“I could hardly wish for more,” you said happily.

He took your hand and helped you onto his horse. Together, you headed for safety, and building a life together. In true love.

***

You and Gwilym married as soon as possible. The whole kingdom was thrilled at the wedding. Frank was tried and convicted for his abuse, but would not serve a life sentence, so instead of prison, he was banished from the kingdom. Even so, early in your marriage to Gwilym, you frequently had nightmares where your stepfather returned.

Gwilym was as loving and patient a partner as you could hope for. He let you talk through your trauma, and he made sure to never do anything that caused you fear. His support helped you to truly heal.

Your step sisters had to move from the estate, which was now yours entirely. Eleanor and Miranda were surprisingly happy to take over their father’s first business, the tavern, which they ran successfully with Zelda. They both eventually found merchant husbands and lived peacefully, and you were genuinely happy for them.

But the greatest joy Gwilym ever gave you was your children. You had two boys and two girls, and they were the light of the whole kingdom’s eye - but especially the king, who lived a long and healthy life with his grandchildren. You had no other description for your life besides happily ever after.

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee imagine #gwilym lee x you #Brian May #brian may imagine #brian may x reader #brian may x you #bohrap imagine #BoRhap #BoRhap cast #borhap boys #borhap cast x reader #borhap cast imagine #borhap cast x you #borhap boys x reader #borhap boys imagine #borhap boys x you #a dream is a wish your heart makes series

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Look After You | Joe Mazzello

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: joe mazzello x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): eXtra fluffy but that’s not really a warning

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: there’s been a heavy weight in joe’s mind, and an equally heavy weight in his pocket.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): look after you- the fray

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.2k

Quiet days like these were what you lived for. Days where you didn't have to worry about work demanding your attention, or the loving yet unwanted company of friends coming along and knocking at your door. Today was just you, sweatpants rolled up at the ankles, music cranked up to an almost dangerous volume, and your cat.

Though, you couldn't help but admit you wished Joe had gotten a day off too.

It wasn't often you and Joe had the same days off. Your schedules always clashed in that way. It was almost impressive that your relationship had managed to get as far as it had, with all the last minute change of plans, the long distance phone calls, the teary eyed video chats, and those times where a 'date' was really just getting coffee together before dropping Joe off on set.

Sometimes you'd go days at a time as passing ships in the night, being too exhausted and overworked to do anything but order takeout and fall asleep in each others arms.

Joe always expressed how guilty he felt because of this, wishing your schedules would line up for just a while and he could be there with you on these quiet days off. He worried sometimes, that those late night whispers and early morning kisses weren't enough for you.

Granted, it was hard, but you couldn't picture yourself with anyone else. You'd wait for Joe- even if it meant the only time you heard his voice was through the crackle of your headphones.

At the very least, Joe's current film project wasn't too far from home, which made it so his schedule was a lot less stressful, and he had thankfully been home every night since the project started.

This didn't change the fact that he wished to be home with you, watching as you sorted through your CD shelf that could never stay organized, or laughing as you slow danced with your cat around the kitchen. He wanted to be there for those moments, no matter how small and seemingly mundane they were.

Though while the back of his mind felt guilty, the voice in his heart spoke love. He, too, couldn't see himself coming home to anyone else.

How could he? To him, you were home.

That's how Joe felt as he got back to the apartment in the early evening, patting a pocket of his jacket as he hung it up and glancing around at the freshly mopped floor, smelling the scented candles you loved to burn and hearing a soft ballad coming from the speakers in the living area. It was you he came home to, and it could never possibly be the same without you.

As Joe went to call out for you and announce his presence, he noticed a mess of fur peeking out around the corner. A mess of fur that meowed and blinked at him as he came closer.

"Hey there, Peaches." Joe cooed, managing to crouch down close enough to run his fingers along the fluff of Peaches' belly. "Where's Y/N? Can you find them for me, bud?"

Peaches seemed reluctant to get up from his spot, ever the lazing sort, but dutifully rose from his comfortable floorboards and began trotting along towards the bathroom just down the hall, of which had a citrusy cleaner scent radiating from inside.

As Joe came upon the open bathroom door, there he saw you, laying on the pristine mopped floor- directly in the centre, chewing on a liquorice wand.

You hadn't heard him come in due to the music down the hall being much too loud- not to mention you'd been persistently humming along to the lyrics.

Peaches took initiative and hopped up onto the counter, which brought your attention to him, and ultimately, Joe.

"You're home!" You exclaim, sitting up and reaching out a hand towards him.

Joe chuckled, grabbing hold of your wrist to safely and securely pull you up to stand, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

"I am," Joe smiled, taking a bite from the liquorice wand when you offered it to him, "how was your day?" He asked.

You finish off the liquorice and rest your forearms on his shoulders, linking your hands behind his head as you both begin to sway to the music together.

"Good," You hum as Joe leans his head against yours, “Peaches and I got a lot done.”

“I can tell.” He observed, recalling the shiny floor in the front hallway, and the couch pillows that had been placed neatly and aesthetically along the cushions.

Joe listened to you hum happily along with the music, and he danced with you, one hand resting on your waist while the other reached over along the counter to give Peaches’ a couple loving scratches.

“How was work?” You asked, playing with the hair at the back of his neck.

Joe grumbled tiredly, sighing against your shoulder, “I missed you.”

“Well, I’m right here.” You assure.

He shakes his head, “I want you to always be right here… I know it’s hard sometimes, and I’m sorry-”

You cut him off, pulling away only enough to look him in the eyes, “Joe, stop.”

He does as you ask, sighing as you analyze the love he has in his heart and that doubt in the back of his mind. You pick him apart so easily, as if his emotions are a book to be read.

“I’m always gonna be right here, Dino Boy, I’m not going anywhere.” You smile, pulling back and cupping his jaw in one hand, gaining a small quirk of Joe’s lips as you do so.

“Marry me.”

You freeze entirely, looking stunned at Joe’s adoring yet nervous expression.

“Really?” You whisper.

“Really, really.” He breathes out, matching your tone, taking your hand from his jaw and holding it against his chest. “I mean it, Y/N, marry me.”

The phrase registers, and your dazed demeanour bleeds away into joy and amusement, “Joseph Francis Mazzello the third, you most certainly did not just propose to me in our bathroom.” You chuckle, a little teary eyed as his forehead presses against yours.

“Is that a no?” He chuckles along too, knowing his timing wasn’t exactly perfect- if anything, it’d just slipped out before he could bite his tongue- but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about it for a while.

He just couldn’t believe he’d been carrying around that damned ring in his jacket pocket for two months only to end up blurting out the proposal as he and the love of his life swayed along to ballad music in the citrus air of their recently cleaned bathroom.

“That’s an ‘I can’t believe I’m gonna be dealing with you for the rest of my life’, Mr Mazzello.” You beam, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he laughs.

“Would you like to see your ring?” Joe asks, taking your hands and guiding you along down the hall.

You gasp, “There’s a ring?”

Peaches brushes up against your legs as he passes by on the way to his litter box, meowing as he went, while you and Joe maintained the lighthearted and excited conversation of a newly engaged couple.

“I think you should wear that dinosaur printed bow tie of yours at our wedding.” You tease, watching Joe fumble with his jacket.

“Oh, absolutely.”

Joe Mazzello deserves the world, I said what I said. Also stan Peaches the cat he was a delight to write for, AND EXCITING TIMES: WE GOT OUR FIRST REQUEST!! It’ll be written up and posted v soon, thank you to that anonymous person for being the legend they are -♠️

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Lay all your love on me | Part 2

(I don't own this gif. Credits to the owner)

Warning: Alcohol, anxiety, angst, hungover, languague, mixed feelings, flashbacks.

W/C: 5k.

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Although you were all exhausted from your last day on set, you were going out and have some fun and celebrate. You needed this. You all needed this. So when Ben suggested to go to a new bar for some drinks all of you enthusiastically agreed, especially because you, Joe and Rami were coming back to the US tomorrow.

Now, you were at your hotel room getting ready for your last night in London. You chose a little black dress with embroidery black sequins all over it, it also had a nice cleavage that left nothing to the imagination. That was your favorite dress, you felt absolutely confident when you wore it. You put on a pair of black high heels, you were almost ready.

Suddenly, you heard a knock from the door and gave a glance to the clock that was hang on the wall. Fuck. You were late and you hadn't done your make-up yet. You weren't used to wearing a lot of make-up, you prefered having a good skincare routine but since you've had eye bags from the exhausting week on set and your skin wasn't helping due to your PMS pimples, you decided to slightly cover them.

You opened the door and Joe was standing there, wearing a white dress shirt, a pair of black jeans, a leather jacket and a pair of black boots. He looked stunning.

"Wow, you look..." You both said at the same time and laughed. You moved your sight to the floor with blushy cheeks.

"Are you ready?" Joe asked while studying you with a curious expression from the door frame.

"Hmm...do we have time?" You played with your hands, nervously. "I mean, I've haven't done my make-up yet, but I promise it won't take more than 5 minutes. Please Joey." You looked at him with puppy eyes, trying to convince him. He chuckled.

Joey. You were the only person who called him like that. You thought that maybe his mother called him like this but no, you were the only one and Joe found it pleasant. He got annoyed when someone who wasn't you used that nickname.

"Okay, you are already pretty but anyway, you can do it, we have like 10 minutes." He checked his watch as he entered the room and sat on your bed.

"Thank you!" You hugged him and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. He could feel your scent. His heart began to beat hard like a hammer. He swallowed.

You grabbed your makeup bag which was a few inches away from the bed on a table and started to apply your red lipstick quickly. Joe was following every movement. You bent over the table to have a better look of your face in your little mirror to apply concealer and Joe couldn't help but fixate his eyes on your thighs and then, your ass. it wasn't the first time he did it, but that little dress allowed him to have a perfect view of your long legs and he couldn’t resist.

"I'm ready!" You turned around and faced him, he was silent and pretended to look at the window. "You okay?" You walked towards him and grabbed his hand.

"Y-yes, I was just...thinking about our flight" He lied. You rubbed his hand gently and sat by his side. You'll be the death of him.

"Sure? You look...tense" You said worried.

He nodded. "I'm tired but I not going to stay in bed in our last night in London." He tittered.

"Okay, let's get going!"

The bar was overcrowded, something to expect for a bar that opened two weeks ago. There were some tables and chairs lined up against the walls and others were just packed into the middle of the room. It was kinda dark, since the lights were red colored, but it was perfect, you still could see people’s faces. Music from the 70s, 80s and 90s was playing at the background.

As you sat at the table, you could notice that it was full of bottles that Ben and Gwilym had brought, since they were the first of the group to arrive.

“Well, you really want us to celebrate tonight Ben.” You raised an eyebrow while looking at them. Ben giggled.

“Of course!” He said as he grabbed a glass and poured champagne on it. “Where are Rami and Lucy?”

“Here!” They shouted from the door and walked towards the table. “What the hell...we’re only six in here. why is the the perfect amount of alcohol for the entire bar?” Lucy asked, blinking.

“Your blonde friend wants us to be shit-faced.” Replied Gwylim and took a sip of wine. Ben shrugged.

You raised your drinks and Ben began talking "Cheers for this movie and everything that will come with this!"

"Cheers for us guys!" Rami shouted.

Bohemian Rhapsody was a very promising movie. It was one of the most anticipating of the year worldwide, so maybe it will lead to awards nominations such as the Oscars and it also will give all of you more recognition. The best was yet to come.

An hour later, you’ve already drunk half of what was on the table. it was going to be a long night.

There was a tall blonde girl leaned on the bar counter, who was gazing at your table. She was having a drink with a straw that made her lips look big. Maybe, she was doing it on purpose.

“Hey, that girl is trying to get your attention.” Ben elbowed Joe and he looked at her.

Your eyes rapidly moved to Joe, waiting for his next move.

“Go and have fun.” Gwylim blinked.

“I don’t know, I don’t think she’s looking for me.” Joe commented.

Joe wasn’t interested at all, especially since you were on his thoughts all day. But maybe, if he tried to talk to other women he could keep his mind occupied for a bit. Whatsmore, he has been in a forced celibacy for the past months due to filming so it could be an opportunity.

"Are you kidding me? Joe, she's been staring at you for like the last five minutes." Gwilym said. "Go and invite her a drink, do something!"

Joe hesitated for a minute until he put his phone in his pocket and went with her.

You didn't know why, but something made you feel sick to your stomach. Why were you feeling like this for Joe? He was your friend and you should be happy for him. Did you...like him? It wasn't a secret that he was very attractive, but you never thought about him as your lover.

Your not-so-sober state was making you feel so nauseous. You were also tired from your last days of work which were stressing and hadn't been eating properly because you were busy. This wasn’t going to end well.

You stopped drinking and sighed. There was a growing unease running through your veins, you couldn't take it anymore. You rushed to the bathroom. Fortunately, you were the only one in there. You locked yourself in an individual loo and pressed your forehead against the door, breathless. You closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath, but you felt as if the sharp point of a knife was stabbing you in the chest. The feeling of your heavy pounding heart and a persistent tightness in your shoulders were taking over you. You began to count, one, two, three, four to remove the explosion in your brain that was sending your thoughts spiraling out of control. You couldn't put into words the way you were feeling.

A few minutes later, your breath was becoming normal. You stayed there, trying to recover.

You thought it wasn't going to happen anymore, or at least tonight.

On the other side of the bar, Ben noticed that you were gone. He looked for you desperately, but he couldn't find you anywhere.

He immediately went to the bar counter where Gwilym was standing there, laughing out loud, he has just moved his hand on Joe's head and disheveled him, showing off his perm. Joe wasn't happy at all but the girl just laughed and continued talking.

"Guys, I can't find (y/n) anywhere." Ben explained.

Joe's eyes widened. he apologized with the girl and looked for you. Gwilym followed him.

"Why don't we tell Lucy to go and see if she's in the bathroom? She might be there."

"It's a good idea but, where is Lucy?" Joe moved to the crowd where Rami and Lucy were rocking their bodies to some 80s love songs.

Joe explained her what happened and she went to the bathroom. Rami helped the boys.

What if someone hurt you? what if you were in danger and you couldn't ask for help? Joe couldn't stop thinking about the worst case scenario. He felt a twinge in his chest.

As Lucy entered the bathroom, she looked under each door and felt relaxed when she saw your black high heels there.

"(y/n)? (y/n), are you okay?" She knocked the door.

She sent a message to your group chat.

Lucy: I found her, she's in the bathroom. Don't worry.

"Yes, absolutely." You opened the door and she almost jumps. Your eyes were red and your mascara was running on your cheeks.

"What happened? Did someone do anything to you?" She hugged you tight and you hugged she back even thighter.

"No, no. I'm just...I don't know, I was feeling anxious but I think I'm better now." You moved to the mirror and opened the tap water. You washed your face.

"Was it for anything in particular? What were you doing when you started feeling like that?"

You explained the situation and she hugged you again. “I’m here for you, don’t worry.” She said sweetily. You smiled.

You came back and the guys sighed in relief.

"She's okay, don't bother her." Lucy warned them. Joe sat beside you and put his hand on your shoulder.

"Do you need anything?" Rami asked.

"Give me that." You snatched the wine bottle off his hands.

The blonde girl showed up again. She whispered something on Joe's ear and gave him a piece of paper. Then, she blinked at him and left the bar.

"Man, what's on the paper?" Ben was dying to know about it. Joe gave it to Rami. Ben stucked out his tongue.

Rami opened it. "Ohh, what a heartbreaker you are, Mr. Mazzello." He gave it back to him. Joe held it in his hands as he read.

"I really liked your perm. If you fancy doing something after the bar, let me know 64788433"

Joe tore the paper and took a sip of wine. Ben, Rami and Gwilym's jaw dropped. You felt relieved. "What?"

"I can't believe you're wasting such an opportunity!" Ben said with a wide eyed face.

"She's not my type." He continued drinking.

He didn't feel like leaving you. He felt alarmed by your state, you were his friend and he wan’t going to leave you when you were feeling like that. Although he didn't know what happened to you, he could notice you were tense. He would do anything to make you feel better.

"Dude, you're mad. It's your last night here." Rami insisted. Joe didn't care.

"And, what about you? Did you find anyone for tonight" Gwilym asked you, mischivously.

You almost choke. "W-What?"

"You know, a one-night stand.” He moved up his eyebrows. You giggled.

"I'm not much into that, I'm more classic, you know." You confessed.

"Come here, I'm gonna find you a hot date!" Lucy begged you.

"It's okay Lu, I wanna be on my own tonight." You smiled gently.

It was 2 a.m, you were all a mess and there were like 3 more hours ahead. Oh shit.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to our place tonight.” Yelled a man from the little scenario, holding a microphone. ”It’s 2 a.m and that means, It’s karaoke time!” He raised his arms and people clapped excitedly. “We invite you to come here with a partner and give us a performance! Who will be our first duo tonight?”

“Here! These pretty girls right here are going to sing first.” Ben jumped from his chair and pointed at you and Lucy, who gaped at you.

“Oh no, shut up Benjamin!” You tried to sat him back to his place but it was impossible.

“Come on girls, let’s go!" The man encourage both of you. Everybody turned their heads to your table. You swallowed.

"Are you sure?" You asked Lucy and she shrugged.

"I guess we have to do it, we have no choice." She said in a small panicky voice as the whole bar was waiting for you to go.

"Fuck, then let's do it."

You rapidly took two more shots of vodka so as not to be so conscious of what you were going to do and walked towards the scenario with her. As you got out of your chair, Joe followed your body with his eyes. He swore no one ever looked so good in a dress and it hurt him to know he couldn't have you that night.

Ben took out his phone from his pocket and started to record, maybe it would end up posted on Instagram.

"So, to who do we owe the pleasure tonight?" The man handed Lucy and you microphones.

"I'm Lucy and she's my friend (y/n)." Everybody clapped and there were some whistling. For a second, you regretted wearing that dress.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Lucy and (y/n)!" He yelled, leaving the scenario.

You both moved to the little screen you had in front of you. Lucy chose Wannabe by the Spice Girls.

You took a deep breath and started singing. "Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want." You moved your head to Lucy's direction.

"So tell me what you want, what you really, really want." She sang and held your hand. You both started moving your hips from side to side following the rhythm of the music, trying to remember some moves from the music video.

The boys were singing and clapping from the table, totally enjoying it. You started to feel more comfortable and to enjoy it too.

"If you wanna be my lover." You both sang the last line of the song and hugged. You quickly came back with the boys while you heard clapping again.

"You girls nailed it!" Rami gave Lucy a quick peck.

"I still hate you, Ben. You better be careful, I'll kill you." You blustered annoyed. He mocked you.

"Please tell me you're going to sing with me!" Joe put his best puppy face that made it hard to deny anything.

"Yeah Joe, when pigs fly!"

Two hours later, you and Joe were on the scenario, you were totally sloshed.

"Purple rain, purple rain. I only wanted to see you underneath the purple rain." You both sang from the top of your lungs. Joe had his arm around your waist and you had yours around his neck, moving backwards and forwards, trying to dance.

"For you Ben, I'll ruin my voice for you!" Joe pointed at Ben, who was trying to hide behind Gwilym.

Joe lost his balanced and fell to the ground, but that didn't stop him for singing. Screaming.

"I only wanted to see you underneath the AHHHHHHHH PURPLE RAIN, PURPLE RAIN, UHHHHHH." He grabbed your leg like a kid.

"Okay Joey, it's enough." You burst out laughing and helped him up.

As fast as you opened your eyes, you closed them. A merciless sunbeam was squirting straight in, making the oppressive force in your head go deeper. You turned around and checked your phone, 12:30 p.m, you had to be at the airport in exactly five hours.

You couldn’t remember neither coming back to the hotel nor falling asleep. As you sat up bed with a rather unpleasant feeling, you felt a shiver down your spine, the room was cold and you were still wearing your black dress. You felt a wave of nausea and ran to the bathroom. You ended up bent over the toilet, puking your guts out. You haven’t been like this in months. The last time you were like this was last year when your ex broke up with you. When you finished puking, you struggled to lift your head up, but the head throbbing was making it impossible. You rested your head in your hands and began to rub your temples, trying to massage away the headache. It was pointless. You felt you were going to die in about five minutes.

You looked at your face in the mirror, your mascara was running on your cheeks and your red lipstick was smeared, you looked terrible. After cleaning up your face with a damp cloth, you turned on the shower and tossed your dress and your underwear. You felt really gross. The drops of water running down your body felt warm and you enjoyed it. After a long shower, you got changed into your comfiest clothes and finished packing.

While you were drinking water, your phone buzzed. Joe was calling.

“Hey, how are you?” Asked Joe with a husky voice. He might have just woken up.

“I feel like shit, I’m never drinking again.” You protested. Joe laughed.

That's what everybody says waking up with a terrible hangover and then, they drink again and repeat it over and over again.

“We both know that’s a pretty unconvincing lie.”

“Well, I’m not drinking any soon. That sounds better?”

“Absolutely.” You nodded, smiling. “Can you come to my room? I can’t move and I feel I’m about to pass out if I don’t drink water soon. Please, I’m gonna die, don’t let me die!” Joe screamed, being totally dramatic.

“You aren’t gonna die, Joey. I’m on my way.” You hang and walked towards his room. You knocked the door and Joe cursed, he had to get out of bed.

“God, I can’t even walk.” Joe said as you entered the room. He jumped back to bed. “Come here.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, walking on his direction.

“Of course, come here, I’m gonna die.” Joe pouted. You rolled your eyes and lay in bed.

You called room service and they brought you bottles of water and some snacks.

“Joe, you have to take short sips of water.”

“I’m thirsty.”

“I know but it would get worse.” You squeezed his bottle and now, his face was wet. You laughed out loud.

“You’ll regret it.” He left the bottle on the nightstand and started to tickle you.

“Please, please, please, Joe, stop or I’m gonna throw up the water, please stop” You begged between laughs. Joe stopped and you sighed in relief.

“Well, I see you aren’t feeling so bad after all.”

“Kinda, but I wanna stay here until we head to the airport.” He moved close to you.

“So do I.” You placed his head on your chest and hugged him. Joe felt he was going to die.

Never had he been this close before. He didn’t want to move because he was practicaly on your boobs. He tried to avoid any dirty thoughts but his view wasn't helping. When he felt your fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes.

Joe wished this was part of his routine. You and him, waking up together on the same bed, him, giving you kisses all over your face and body. He wanted to kiss you so bad. He liked to think that your lips were as soft as a cotton. He hoped someday he’ll find out if he was right.

"You know," said Joe, breaking the silence. "I think you've never told me, but how did you find out about Queen?" Joe questioned.

It was a rainy cold saturday afternoon. Boredom had taken over you, so you decided to sit on your computer while your mom was baking a delicious banana bread while your dad was working on a project for his job, you assumed that he had become a workaholic because no one would ever dedicate so much time to his job on a free day.

"Can you look for a song on YouTube? It's awfully noiseless in here." Your dad said stretching his back, he had been sitting for like 5 hours.

You knew that your dad liked The Rolling Stones so you clicked on Start me Up music video. When it finished, you checked on YouTube's suggestions. Queen - I Want to Break Free. You knew that Queen was a well-known British band but you've never listened to any of their songs.

"Dad, mom, do you like Queen?"

"Yeah, well, I used to listen to them a lot when I was young." Your dad told you.

"One of my favorite songs by Queen used to be I Want to Break Free." Your mom said as he took out the banana bread out of the oven. It smelled amazing.

"That's the one YouTube suggested me."

You watched the music video while eating what your mother have just cooked. What a pretty girl, you thought when a blonde schoolgirl appeared in the kitchen. A few months later, you realized it was actually Roger Taylor.

"I can't believe you thought he was actually a girl." Joe couldn't stop laughing.

"In my defense, some people in the 70s thought he was a woman."

"And then what happened?"

"Then, there wasn't a day in which I didn't listen to Queen, and nowadays it's still that way. I really love them. They helped me through difficult times and they still do.”

He smiled. “It’s crazy how every person has at least a memory of Queen in their lives. I remember that Bohemian Rhapsody was the first song I downloaded on Napster.” You interrupted him.

“Which is ilegal.”

“Shh, don’t tell Brian and Roger.” You giggled. “And then,” he continued. “When I directed Undrafted, I would drive every morning listening to Somebody to Love and it gave me good vibes for the day. It was great”

You talked for like two hours about Queen. Now, you were on Joe's chest. "What are your plans for the next days?" Joe started to play with your hair.

"I'm staying in New Jersey with my family, you know, it's been a while since I've seen them. And the other week I'm having an audition in New York for a theater play."

"Great, what is its name?"

"It's Romeo and Juliet. A classic. I really hope I'll get this, otherwise I don't know what I'll do." You sighed.

"You'll get the role, don't worry about it, you are wonderful." Joe grabbed your hand and you rubbed his.

"Thank you. And what are you up to this week? Any meeting or something?" You inquired.

"Not yet. I'm going to visit my family and some friends and of course I'll wait for you to free so we can start with our To do list in New York." He smiled sheepishly.

"I can't wait for it!"

"Hmm, I was meaning to ask it earlier but anyway, what happened last night?"

You were frozen. You tried to find the exact words to explain him you were feeling anxious and that you didn't know the reason why. He let you know that you could always count on him.

A few minutes later, Joe fell asleep, he was still holding your hand. You stared at him for like an eternity and thought about how you felt last night. You weren't sure about your feelings as something more than a friend. You loved him with all your heart, he had become someone you really cared for, you were together all the time and you knew that it would still be like that from now.

He had a peaceful look in his face that made your heart melt. You were grateful that you were going to spend a few days in your hometown where you will have enough time to clear your mind.

After a week at your parents' home, you came back to your apartment in New York and now, you were getting ready for your audition. You kept reading the script over and over again while you were on your way in the taxi.

While you were waiting in the queue to enter the theater, your phone buzzed. It was a message.

Joe: Good luck sweetie!

You were beaming from ear to ear.

Joe finished cooking one of his specialties, meatballs with spaghetti, his favorite food. His friend Aaron was about to come in any minute. It was a long time since they last reunited, especially because they were busy with their acting careers.

The doorbell rang and Joe opened the door of his house. Aaron Tveit was standing there, holding a bottle of wine and some cans of beer happily.

As they ate, they talked about their lasts projects and brought up some memories of Joe's movie, Undrafted, in which they were co-stars. When they were about to finish the delicious supper, the doorbell rang. They looked at each other.

"Is it really the doorbell?" Aaron asked, confused.

"Yes but, that's strange, I'm not expecting anyone."

Joe opened the door and his gaze flickered over your presence.

“I wasn't expecting to see you until tomorrow, what a lovely surprise!” His smiled disappeared when he noticed you were weeping. "What's wrong?"

“Sorry I came out of the blue but I really need you.” When you leaned over the frame of the door trying to enter his house, you saw he had a guest. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know you had people tonight. I can come tomorrow morning." You moved backwards.

“Don’t leave, (y/n).” He grabbed your arm. “You can join us.” You hesitated, “Please, stay.”

You entered his house and he took you to the kitchen, not before telling his friend he would be back in a minute. You sat on the counter and he stood in front of you. “Tell me, what happened?”

“The audition...” You played with the edge of your shirt, avoiding his gaze. “It was awful, they treated me so unkind...and obviously I didn’t get the role.”

“I’m so sorry, (y/n).” He embraced you in such a tender and warm way that made you feel safe immediately. He rubbed your back and whispered sweet things in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't lie, in the days you spent away in New Jersey, Joe couldn't leave your mind. He was there, 24/7 and you couldn't stop talking about him to your family. Your mom only needed two hours to say you were having feelings for him, despite your denial.

“Forget about that.” He took you to the dining room, where his friend was with his phone. As he saw you were coming, he left it on the table and smiled.

"(y/n), he's Aaron. Aaron, she's (y/n)." Joe introduced each other. Aaron was a brown haired man with beautiful blue eyes. He seemed to be in his mid 30s, just like Joe.

You remembered seeing them on tv, he was in Gossip Girl!

"It's nice to meet you, Joe talked about you a lot!" He admitted. Joe blushed and you smiled.

Did he really talk about you with his friends?

Joe insisted on serving you a plate of food and you acepted it. An hour passed, now you felt better, Aaron was so friendly.

“I’m having an audition on friday for a musical, If you like, I’ll give you the script.” Aaron said while you were having a sip of wine.

“What is it about?”

“It’s a Broadway musical based on the movie Grease. I think you’ll like it. They are looking for someone to play Sandy Olsson."

You almost choke. “B-Broadway? Oh God. I don’t know..”

Broadway. It was a tempting proposal, but you weren’t sure if you were going to be acepted to play a role in a such an incredible musical, especially after your failed audition from today.

“Hey, why don’t you give it a try?” Suggested Joe. “You have nothing to lose. It’s a big opportunity, you should definitly go.”

“And you still have time to prepare for this.” Aaron unlocked his phone and asked for your number. “I’ve just sent you the script. Don’t worry, I can help you if you want, you can call me at any moment and I’ll try to help you. Tomorrow I’ll send you the adress and everything you need to know. And if you want, I can pick you up and we can go together.”

“That would be nice, thank you.” You smiled.

“So, that’s a yes?” Joe asked expectantly.

“Yes!”

Joe was absolutely happy for you. However, his mind was being cruel.

“Joey, are you listening to me?” You asked him. He rubbed his eyes.

“Sorry, I think I’m falling asleep. What were you saying?”

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Sure!”

He had to do something, too much love will kill him.

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