#rami malek x y/n

[ponyosmom35]

I remember you (Elliot x OC)

Elliot Alderson x Original Character

Synopsis: The reader was dating Elliot before he forgot who he was, she never left his side. and months later he remembers.

He clutches his head as memories flash through his eyes. 

There she was, standing in a dress, her hair was curled and she had a smile on her face as she opened the door to see who’d knocked. This woman, the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen in his life. All of the air is stolen from his lungs as he meets her eyes. Her aqua-colored eyes. After seeing the note she posted in the mail room about needing help with her computer, Elliot was curious. He surprised himself by responding to the ad and emailing her. Two days later he stood in front of her door, his heart beating out of his chest. His palms sweating. He’d never felt this way before.

“Hi, Elliot I assume?” she asks  

“Uh yeah” he responds awkwardly 

“I’m Willow, and I cannot thank you enough for answering! I tried taking it to a shop but they wanted to charge me $200, this was kinda my last resort” she explains 

“I’m happy to help”

“I hope you’re good, because I don’t know the first thing about computers” she says “come on in” 

Elliot follows her into her apartment, the layout the exact same as his. She’d decorated the place well, it looked like a home. She had tons of plants brightening up the space, as well as wall art covering every inch of space. A lot of color. He noticed her large bookshelf, a gorgeous color-coded collection. Her windows had sheer multicolored curtains which kept her entire apartment incredibly visible from onlookers. She had no tv and a large cat lying in the center of her bed. Her desk sat in front of the window just like his own, giving her a view of the apartments across the street. He wondered if they could see into her space just as well. The thought made him sick to his stomach. 

“Here it is” she says leading him over to the desk, her MacBook sits in the middle of the desk, perfectly aligned with the planner next to it. As soon as he laid eyes on it, he could tell that it was a simple fix. Five minutes max. A part of him felt disappointed that it wasn’t a large project to keep him in her apartment for hours. 

“I see what’s going on, its no problem” he says as he begins typing in a code

“Oh my gosh you are literally a lifesaver, I need this for work like seriously my entire life is on this dumb computer” 

“Fuck me” he curses 

“Elliot what’s wrong?” she asks 

“No I told you, dinner is on me as a thank you” she smiles as she sits across from him in the diner. “What sounds good?” she asks 

“I’m not sure” 

“Well I can recommend their garden burger, it’s one of the best I’ve ever had” 

“Garden burger?” he asks 

“Oh I’m a vegetarian by choice. I watched an animal cruelty doc in high school and now I’m scared for life”

“Okay, I’ll try it” he nods 

“Really? Nobody has ever actually listened to my recommendations before” she laughs 

“If I hate it then that means you’ll just have to take me out again” he says, smiling at her

“Deal” she smirks 

“you’re scaring me”

“How did you get into coding? It seems like such a niche skill” she asks as they walk down the street side by side. His jacket slid over her shoulders. 

“My dad taught me my first code, I taught myself the rest” he shrugs 

“Why?”

“I always found it to be interesting, the power of hacking into something and being able to see all of the secrets someone’s hiding. You can see exactly who someone is, no sugar coating no lies. You can always trust a code” he admits, shocked that he felt comfortable enough to actually say any of this out loud. 

“Have you ever hacked me?” she asks quietly 

“No” 

“Why not?”

“You’re different, not like the rest. You don’t rely on technology to survive. I wanted to know you” he says 

“I’m glad you responded to my ad Elliot” she smiles 

“Me too”

“Do you want me to call Darlene?” she asks 

Elliot stands to his feet and scrambles to his door to see who would be knocking at 9 pm. He looks through the peephole and there she was. He rips the door open and stares at her in concern. Before he could say a word she drops her head as her lips tremble. Tears fall down her cheeks and Elliot panics. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks

“My boss, he asked me to dinner tonight to discuss our big meeting on Friday. But he never even brought it up,  he told me that If I didn’t sleep with him then I would lose my job. I can’t afford to lose my job, Elliot! I love what I do, fuck I don’t know what I’m gonna do” she responds. His body is filled with rage as he takes in her words. 

“What did you say?” he asks 

“I told him I had to go and I ran straight here” she sniffles 

Elliot pulls her into his arms, holding her body close to his as he lets her cry. He clutches onto her hair, smoothing it gently. He’d never been comfortable with touch before, yet at the moment he’d met this girl he wanted to touch her skin, feel how soft it would be. He craved her like nothing before. 

“I’m gonna fix this, don’t worry” he promises as he places a kiss on her head. 

“Please say something!” she pleads 

Elliot had just gotten off of work. He hated his new job. A simple programmer, protecting Allsafe from any potential hacks. The simplicity of it was nice, yet he craved more. He was capable of so much more. He sets his bag down and sits on his couch. He was tired, after he’d spent the night talking to Willow’s boss, he hacked him and exposed him to the police for money laundering. He’d stolen millions. He closes his eyes to attempt to get some rest when a hand slams on the door, pounding angrily. He gets up and opens it to see WIllow. 

She pushes past him and walks into the center of his apartment and crosses her arms. “Did you hack my boss?” 

“Yes” he shrugs 

“He got arrested at work today, they said he was stealing money” she snaps, he does not respond and stares at her blankly. “You can’t just do things like this Elliot!”

“I was protecting you” he says, causing her to stare at him with an unknown emotion in her eyes. 

“Its not your job to protect me, you put yourself at risk” 

“I don’t make mistakes, and I don’t leave evidence behind” he says moving closer to her

“I can take care of myself” she says in a small voice as he stands mere inches from her. 

“I know you can”

“So why do this?”

“He made you upset, he tried to hurt you. He doesn’t t get to go free after that” 

“Why does that matter to you?” she asks

“Because you - you’re everything to me Will” 

“I - what?” she asks 

“I refuse to let anyone hurt you ever again” 

Elliot places a hand on her cheek and kisses her gently. She gasps in shock and melts into his hold. The touch of her skin against his makes him feel alive. This is what he’d been searching for his entire life. Peace washes over his anxious brain. All of the loneliness that consumed his nights melted away. This was it, this was everything. 

His eyes finally focus on her own, noticing the panic in her eyes as her tears threaten to spill. Two years’ worth of memories flooded him. All of the unconditional love and support she’d given him. The hours she held him while his body fought his anxiety. The way she would curl into his chest at night, tucking herself into him. Her loud laugh bounced off the walls of the apartment as she forced him to dance. He was happy, he was loved. And he’d forgotten her. Treated her horribly. She’d never said a word about who she was to him. Despite all of his words she stayed by his side. 

“I remember” he says simply 

“What?”

“I remember us” 

“Don’t fuck with me like that Elliot” she warns, stepping back. He reaches out and grips her arm out of instinct. 

“Your real name is Margaret, after your grandmother, but you go by your middle name” he says, watching as her tears fall. “You’re a Taurus and your favorite flowers are roses even though you’re allergic. You are my girlfriend, the woman I love. You are real”

“El?” she asks  

Elliot pulls her into a hug, holding her as though she may disappear any second. Willow breaks down into tears and cries into his shoulder. Her entire body shakes as she sobs. 

“Fuck I’m so sorry - I can’t even begin to apologize for what I’ve done” 

“It’s not your fault” 

“I left you”

“I knew something was wrong, it wasn’t you. I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me” she says as he wipes her tears 

“You knew?” 

“I wasn’t sure, but I knew that he wasn’t you. I’m just so glad that your back” she smiles

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[yns-world]

uninvited guest - yan! elliot alderson x reader

title: uninvited guest

pairing: yan! elliot alderson x reader

tags: racially ambiguous, gender neutral reader, any size reader

summary: elliot breaks in but something else happens ����

warnings: break in, stalker behavior, slight nsfw

a/n: @westernbaby here is your request for topping yan! elliot <3 ALSO I'M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS GIF I NEED TO USE IT ALL THE TIME NOW

Elliot didn’t mean any of this-- truly, he never did. In a way, he was astonished himself to see his perfect plan unravel in front of his eyes. He never predicted for you to be awake; he never intended to scare you; he never prepared for you to react so violently.

I mean, really, what did you expect Elliot to do when he saw your open window? Elliot’s been on the edge of his seat for weeks ever since he met you and fell into an endless well of love for you. Your window was just an open invitation. 

But what puzzled Elliot was how did this go wrong? He was always so careful, so attentive to every detail, so how did he mess up so badly for this to be happening? Elliot’s been watching you for weeks, so he knew all of your habits by heart. You should be asleep right now, you have such a long day tomorrow. It’s not like you had any important show that you needed to catch up on or work you needed to finish, so why were you up?

That’s no longer important-- what is important is how well you can fight back. Your reaction speed completely took Elliot off-guard, he didn’t expect you to throw your iron flask directly at his head-- but then again, tonight was an unexpected night for you both.

The night seemed to get worse as you were close enough to throw punches, one of which landed straight in his jaw. This pissed him off. Why were you putting up a fight? You were the one that practically beckoned him into your home.

After the first punch, Elliot switched tactics. Clearly, playing defense wasn’t getting anywhere, so it was time to shift into offense.

You attempted to swing a second time but Elliot caught both of your wrists, his teeth clenching and a look of fury blazing in his eyes. In any other situation, that silent rage would’ve been terrifying. The worst part was that when you stared into his hateful eyes, you saw nothing but your own reflection. 

But your own curiosity was your downfall. In the single moment where you took a glance into his eyes, Elliot was able to catch you off-guard and pushed you onto the floor so he was straddling you. Luckily, your self-defense lessons finally kicked in and you remembered a maneuver that flipped the table on Elliot so now you were straddling his hips and pinning his arms down. 

The grunting and squirming from both of you came to a freeze when you felt a certain prick in your groin. A hush fell in the dark apartment, but even in the darkness you could feel the heat radiating off Elliot. He was thankful that you couldn’t see the blush creeping up his face. 

Such a sick, pathetic creature. To be turned on in a situation like this? But Elliot couldn’t help it. His subconscious fantasies were finally coming to life and he was too scared to wake up. He didn’t want this to end.

The small voice of reason in your head was drowned out by the instincts that pulsed through your blood. All it took was a single roll of your hips on his groin, and you earned a soft whimper in response. 

The moonlight from the open window spilled into the room, illuminating the scene-- Elliot’s fists unballed themselves so they rested on the hardwood floor, palms open. His mouth opened ever-so-slightly, and his cheeks a bright red as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes swirling with a pool of devotion and need. All previous traces of anger gone as he lay beneath you, squirming for more. 

“Please,” he breathed, his voice coming out in a whiny tone, “do that again.”  

With a single look at his needy state, you couldn’t help but do as he wanted. After another roll of your hips, you could feel a wet spot form underneath Elliot’s pants. 

“So soon?” You mockingly asked, looking at him with a pitiful look, “we’ve only just begun.”

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

Benjamin X Human!Reader Cute Prompt with light angst and a cute ending [Short Prompt]

!TW: Word ‘killed’, mention of heart break!

Benjamin noticed you looking at him strangely, and he would be confused, his eyes meeting your’s. “Stop looking at me like that,” he spoke quietly, a soft smile playing on his lips as his eyes lit up briefly.

“Like what?” You played dumb, nervous and embarrassed at yourself.

“Like I’m going to disappear,” he clarified, stepping closer to you.

You winced, bowing your head. “Well, are you? Because last time-” You remembered when he had just - gone, and didn’t come back until a couple of years had past.

Benjamin frowned, wrapping his arms around your lower back, his eyes meeting your’s. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise you,” he assured, shocked that you would think he would leave you again. “I spent too much time away from you, and it began to hurt me, so I had to return to you before it killed me.” You would rest your head beneath his chin, listening to his steady heartbeat whilst also wishing that the moment wouldn’t end. “I love you, Y/N - I’ll always be by your side. Even if I had to leave for a short time, I’d always come back.”

You would try to believe him, but you never wanted to feel the heart break you’d suffered again. “You promise?” You whispered, your voice weak.

“I promise,” he whispered back, gently kissing the top of your head to try and reassure you that he meant everything that he was saying.

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[safin-supremacy]

Benjamin X Reader Mostly fluffy prompt (Linked to last prompt)

Benjamin laid comfortably on top of you, and you couldn’t move him, and you didn’t want to shove him as that would be mean. “Y’know - Your bed could be more comfortable than me,” you stated, and he shook his head, still no intention to get off of you.

“Nah, I’m good,” he responded, and you grunted, trying to feel comfortable as you moved a little beneath him.

༺𐦐༻

You grinned when you noticed Jacob approaching you, and Benjamin watched anxiously; he was worried that Jacob would hurt you. “I’ve been gathering my courage to talk to you for so long after you became a bloodsucker,” he claimed, “and now - I did it.” You giggled, playfully and gently slapping his shoulder as you didn’t want to be too forceful.

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You would be surprised when Benjamin suddenly pressed you against the wall in the hallway, and you would be scared, until you realised it was him. “What the Hell were you doing with Jacob?” Benjamin questioned, and you grunted, rolling your eyes; you thought that he’d gotten over it already as you’d spoken to him about it before. “It’s obvious that you like him,” Benjamin stated, and you managed to push him off of you.

“I don’t!” You retorted, annoyed that he would even think that you did. “Are friends not allowed to be playful with each other?” You spat, and Benjamin looked away from you, getting an idea.

“Playful?” Benjamin repeated, and you nodded. “What? Like this?” Benjamin would surprise you when he held up your jacket so you could see it; he’d originally tried to find you to return it to you, before he found you and Jacob talking.

“Is that my-?” You tried to take it from him, but he held it higher, smirking. “Gimme that back!” You demanded in a whiny voice, and he chuckled, taking the opportunity to tickle you with his free hand. You whimpered, trying to escape his hold, until he stopped tickling you, offering you your jacket, and you warily accepted it from him, though you thought he’d tease you again.

Benjamin then stepped closer to you, placing his hand on your cheek, before he connected his lips to your’s, kissing you delicately as if you were fragile. You stared into Benjamin’s reddish brown eyes once the kiss was over, and he grinned when he noticed that you were blushing profusely; he always had this effect on you, practically from the very beginning. “So - You don’t have feelings for Jacob?” Benjamin asked, hopeful, though he could already see that you didn’t.

“Of course I don’t! Besides he imprinted, remember?” You reminded him, and Benjamin winced when he remembered, embarrassed for forgetting. “I love you, B,” you added softly, before you connected your forehead to his. “I always will,” you assured, and Benjamin couldn’t help, but smile in response as his eyes locked with your’s.

“You guys are so cheesy it’s disgusting.” You winced when you heard Emmett’s voice, and the two of you looked over at him. Emmett guessed what you both might be thinking, and he shook his head. “I won’t tell, don’t worry,” he reassured, and you both expressed relief, smiling your thanks to him. Emmett smiled kindly back, before he walked away from you both. You then wrapped your arms around Benjamin, and he returned the hug, wishing you both could have more moments like this together.

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[villainworshiper]

«Deadly Waltz»

>Lyutsifer Safin/Gn Reader

Dedicated to @crewman-penelope who encouraged this idea <3 and of course all the people who liked that early post, thanks!

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You heard distant music at the end of the hallway. You knew Safin used to play music to stimulate his plants, he treated them like his children and it showed in the vibrant color of each leaf that was born under the warm sun that caressed his garden every day.

Usually it was classical music but this time the theme was very different. Paying attention to certain lyrics you recognized a song from the 40's, you used to let it play in the background to better concentrate on your studies in the lab when the task was especially difficult and it didn't escape your attention when you heard it playing over the loudspeakers in the garden.

"I don't want to set the world on fire."

"I just want to start..a flame in your heart."

Without thinking you approached, still without descending the large steps but visible enough so the one who cared for his beloved plants would recognize your presence among the guards surrounding the area. He was arranging the leaves of one of his poisonous ones, it was taller than him and you were surprised how close he was without being afraid its roots would touch his face without any protection. You couldn't really argue with him since you knew much less than he did about botany so you let the warning you were about to exclaim aloud get stuck in your throat.

"I see you, come here." He said snapping you out of your trance.

You weren't sure about entering much less without protection of any kind but even before you could get up any courage to leave Lyutsifer made an appearance in front of you extending one of his hands once his gloves were discarded on the way. You didn't doubt him so now you were guided into the center of the garden by his warm hand.

"Dance with me."

He was a man of few words concise with his actions and thoughts his presence was the one that most communicated his way of imparting and directing others but something else was hidden, something that enchanted the moment you had him in front of you and you knew it because despite the fear he could instill in the lives of others no one was working for obligation in that place, he was a person who could easily guide you to the deepest rings of hell without you realizing it until you were on your knees in the mud, sinking.

You took his hand and he took yours, placed the remaining one on your back as you held his shoulder. You had danced this way before but with Lyutsifer you felt the nerves of an inexpert dumbass to make any mistake. He however placed his forehead against yours the moment you lowered your head and looked down at your feet not knowing what to do, nerves was not the feeling that could describe the closeness with that man, it was pure vertigo.

"Do not be afraid, I will guide you."

"I know how to dance.." You finally had the courage to speak in a soft voice, raising your face barely brushing the tip of your nose with Safin's.

His lips formed a small smile more like a thin curve that left an unsure feeling in your stomach not knowing if it was a genuine gesture of happiness or if he was uncovering your thoughts.

Another song began to play and your movements followed his, it was a slow waltz but very fluid. Your mind was focused on looking at a fixed point other than his eyes, those penetrating eyes that from the minute he saw you arrive never took off from your being as if you were a specimen worthy of admiration, the most beautiful plant in the place did not compare to how intense his gaze was on you and you knew that if you looked up you would feel things at the moment were hard to admit.

You were not only alert of his gaze but also the numerous natural species surrounding your body, Safin had taken you in the lightness of his dance to an area where his garden bloomed with such colors and shades never seen before, a peculiar kind of flower with an intense reddish at the base that ended in a white gradient kept your attention and if anything you could affirm that was engraved like fire in your memory was the moment he told you, "The most striking flowers are the most dangerous."

You felt your heart stop in your chest as one of these plants caressed your leg when you passed by, for inertia you attached your body towards Lyutsifer's looking for safety he instead seemed to hold a low chuckle as he caressed your lower back.

"Its poison has no effect unless with your bare skin."

Even as he said it you were not reassured to accidentally brush against any of the surrounding leaves again and the further away you were from them more attached your body was to Lyutsifer who didn't seem uneasy having your face against his shoulder.

"I would never kill you, not right now darling. I would die along in your arms if that happend."

Those words made you look up finding a confident look in what he was saying, minutes before you were frozen with fear now your pulse was racing so fast that you could barely concentrate on your steps because of your nerves. Safin was not a lying person if there was anyone more honest in this world you would love to meet them because didn't fit in your head that anyone was more honest than him and those words sounded like pure truth, an intense declaration of something you didn't expect to be mutual.

With his body he guided you to another area of the garden, with a gentle gesture he leaned your body back for you to trust into his arms the classic position of a dancing couple where you let yourself fall, without hesitation you put all your weight on him who leaned you until your face was under another very beautiful flower.

"Go on, smell it."

And you did, that was the richest perfume ever entered your system that flower possessed a sweetness mixed with an intense itch that didn't quite burn your nose but left it tingling as Safin took you up again, standing face to face he waited for your response.

"I really liked that flower."

"It always reminds me of you."

Your gesture of confusion was enough to elicit a brief chuckle this time.

"Sweet with a mysterious itch that's hard to spot the first time."

"And it's poisonous?"

"Not if treated with care."

There at those words you understood something, maybe he knew more about you than you thought. You also understood that not only was your interest so obvious but that he himself from afar had noticed it and was waiting for the right moment to reveal he felt the same.

There into a poisonous garden continued this deadly dance among the reeds, you lost track of how long you danced with him that day it was very easy to get lost in the calmness of his voice when he spoke, you calmed yourself with the vibrations of his chest were you rested your head closing your eyes. Having confessed those things nothing else mattered around, you just wanted to share moments like this because now your heart was truly intoxicated with fervor by his presence.

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[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Present Race

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

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female Reader

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

Word Count: 1100// Rating: Gen

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

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

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

REQUEST - @borhapgirlforlife19

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Think we better had mate,’ Ben chuckled. 

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

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

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

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

‘Are those trainers?’ Ben asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘What is it?’ Gwilym said. 

‘A baby drumkit,’ Rami said.

‘Oh great,’ Y/N said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[emotionallydrainedtrash]

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

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

Love Of My Life

Masterlist

Joe Mazzello x fem! reader.

Warnings: FLUFFF. Marriage proposal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm okay babe."

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

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

You giggled, eyes shining with anticipation. Joe continued.

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

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

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

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

"Yes? Really?"

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

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

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

Best beach trip ever.

- Sarah💛

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

[borhap-au]

Your villain. Rami Malek au

You really tried to keep your cool, but the sexual tension between you two was undeniable. It was the scene where you stood in a room of an old castle, and he circled around you, saying his monologue. With every step, he got a bit closer and closer to you. You took a few deep breaths to contain yourself and not kiss him right there and then, in front of everyone.

You never saw a hotter villain. He was dressed in all black, his hair was styled in a fancy way and he had that smirk on his face that just screamed “trouble!” You, on the other hand, were dressed in a long green dress. Your hair was curly and loose, with a simple tiara keeping it all together. It was a fantasy movie, but that kind which was not suitable for young audiences. Rami’s character was ruthless and cruel, and your character had to do anything in her power to stop him. But in truth, if it was up to you, you would just stop him by keeping him in your bedroom, tied to your bed.

You both had supernatural powers. You were like light and darkness and because of him, you really wanted to join the dark side. You heard the word “cut!” and the main lights went back on. Everyone loosened up and Rami finally smiled his natural, heartwarming smile.

“I think it was quite good, don’t you think? It really worked this time.” He said, approaching you.

“Oh, yes, absolutely. I think it was our best shot so far. I totally felt it.” You agreed. He smiled, being proud of both of you.

“I hope the director will think the same.” He added, and you chuckled quietly.

“If not, tell him to discuss that matter with your Oscar.” You advised him, and he chuckled as well.

Thankfully, the director liked the scene as well, so after lunch, you could move on to a different sequence. This time it was after you both had been fighting with each other, and now you were on him, holding his hands down with all the supernatural energy power you had, disabling him from using his sword. You were both breathing heavily because the fight sequence was really difficult, it was almost like a very energetic dance routine. You held his hands down with all your strength, trying to make it look believable. You leaned over him and you were supposed to say your lines right to his face, but the longer you looked into his eyes, the further your lines escaped from your mind. You looked down at his mouth. He looked at your lips as well. None of the lines mattered to either of you anymore. You knew Rami thought the same, you felt it. You started lining forward…

“You’re going to like it in hell!” Someone shouted your line to you, to help you out. But at that moment, it was no help at all. It was a simple distraction. You moved your head back, suddenly very aware of yourself and your surroundings. And all the people around you. You felt stupid for doing that, so you asked for a little break, and the director granted it to you, but also warned you to better rehearse your lines. You nodded and went back to your trailer.

You closed your eyes and leaned on the wall. What were you even thinking? And around all those people… You sighed, mad at yourself for your lack of discretion, but you weren’t left alone with your thoughts for long. You heard knocking on your trailer door and rolled your eyes. Of course, somebody wanted something from you. You couldn’t have a minute of freedom in this damn-

“Oh, hey, Rami…” You gave him a fainted smile. He asked if he could come in. “Sure,” you opened the door wider so that he could get in. When he walked right next to you, your heartbeat started to rise. You closed to the door behind him.

“So, I was thinking whether you’d like to practice a few lines from that next scene,” he suggested, and you smiled apologetically in return.

“I’m sorry, I know I was completely rubbish out there, but I promise, I learned my lines. I just… They just… Poof,” you tried to explain, but he shook his head.

“I meant that I had trouble learning my own lines and I’d like to practice so that we don’t have to take another break and piss the director off,” he smiled and you chuckled quietly.

“Yeah, no problem,” you nodded your head and took your script to check your lines for the last time. After that, you began the scene. You pretended to fight, but in a very calm way, so more like showing each other what you would do rather than actually doing it. You didn’t want to break anything in the trailer and get tired during the break that was supposed to serve as a moment to take a breath.

“You’re going to like it in hell,” you said, and it sounded exactly like you wanted it to sound – as if you two were fighting for years and this time it finally came to an end. You sounded as if you were exhausted from trying to bring him to justice; as if that was the only thing you thought about since you started doing witchcraft and after today, you could finally rest. Even Rami was impressed with how you managed to squeeze so much meaning into a single sentence.

“I’m sure I will, after all, I’ve always liked a good company, and you, my dear, are certainly a company worth keeping,” he pretended to break free from you as well as put a knife through your heart and you, with your last breath cumulated all the power to destroy him. And in that last scene, you died, embraced, after years of fighting. You were finally free, not the way your character anticipated, but free nevertheless.

It was weird how easy everything was around Rami when it was just the two of you having fun. When there were no cameras and no eyes judging your every movement.

“Well, if we do it like this, on your next movie people will discuss their artistic differences with your Oscar,” he praised you, and you immediately blushed, because nobody’s compliments counted like his. Thankfully, due to your heavy make-up and bad lighting, he didn’t really see that.

“Thank you. It means a lot,” you admitted, and he smiled at you, at which you smiled back. He looked at your lips again and you involuntarily checked his. Your heart started racing. He leaned forward and… The break was over, as your director shouted through a megaphone.

“Oh, um… Thank you so much for your help with the lines,” you added before you both left your trailer.

“No problem. You were a huge help as well,” he smiled at you, and you loved his smile more every time you saw it.

You did the scene and you did it fantastically. You even got a standing ovation from the crowd around you. After that, you were almost done for the day, you just had to repeat one scene, because the director hoped for such intense emotions as he saw in this last scene. So you did the other scene one last time.

It was your first scene together in the movie, where you two meet for the first time after a long time. He’s heard stories about you being gone, killed fighting evil so he was sure he’s safe from you. You, on the other hand, heard only stories about his atrocities, but him being very much alive, so you decided to come and change that. He spoke your fictional name and you felt shivers going down your spine.

“What an unpleasant surprise,” his character admitted, and your character, technically still a newbie in her profession, held her breath, because for the first time in her life she had to face evil on her own. You looked him directly in the eyes, and he grabbed you by your shirt, initially to shout his character’s opinion of your character’s kind in your face, but this time, it was different and you were surprised with yourself that you didn’t notice it immediately while he planned it.

After he grabbed you by your shirt, for which you were prepared, because that was in the script, came something unexpected, but much more pleasant. He kissed you. Finally, after weeks of you praying for his lips to touch yours, it really happened. Despite none of it being in the script, the director didn’t stop you. He allowed for it, because everybody on set felt the sexual tension rising between the two of you and it was rather annoying, so everybody hoped you could resolve it somehow. The screenwriter considered even making changes to the script to make you lovers in the past, so you can have that kissing scene you two needed so much.

When his lips touched yours, you immediately kissed him back. You put your hands on his cheeks, bringing him closer and he put his hands around you and did the same. The world around you two didn’t matter, because it didn’t exist at that moment. You focused on the kiss and the amazing taste of his lips, how soft and sweet they were. It was passionate, and it finally let some of the tension between the two of you go away, leaving only a nice, warm feeling of happiness. When you unwillingly let go of each other, he smiled at you, petting your cheek with his thumb.

“Thank you, for being the best partner I ever had the pleasure to work with,” he said, and you replied with a smile.

“Thank you for making this movie the nicest adventure I’ve ever been on.”

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[assembledherethevolunteers]

Day 21- Date Night

A/N: Prompt #21 for @acdeaky ‘s writing challenge!

Pairing: Rami Malek x Female!Reader

Summary: You and Rami a date night that ends in a little surprise for you.

Warnings: Fluff, Drinking/Tipsiness, and Mentions/Implications of Sexy Times, but nothing explicit

Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows

 You fastened your earring, staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You then started applying your lipstick, taking care to not get it on your teeth. Then you heard a whistle behind you. You locked eyes with the blue orbs that belong to your husband in the mirror. He was leaning against the door jam, watching you. He was wearing a navy suit that he knew drove you crazy.  

“Don’t know if we’ll make it out with you looking like that,” Rami’s eyes traveled down your body in your dress. It was fitted to your curves and hit just about your knees. It was a bit tighter than the last time you’d worn it, but Rami didn’t seem to mind.

“Back at ya, Malek,” you returned the gesture. “But we’ve got reservations in about thirty minutes, so we should get going.”

Rami walked over and slid his hands around your waist. “Or, and hear me out, we stay here,” Rami placed a kiss to your neck. “And we get right into bed for the rest of the night.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled despite yourself. “Come on, when was the last time we went out, just the two of us?”

“You make a fair point,” Rami continued pressing kisses to your neck.

“I’ll make you a deal. If we go to dinner, when we get home I’ll do your faaaavorite thing that I usually save for your birthday.”

Rami raised an eyebrow, judging your face to see if you were lying or not. He must have liked what he saw because he gave you one of those smirks and another kiss, this one to your cheek. “What are we waiting around here for then?”

You finished getting ready, and then you and Rami left the house, him driving the two of you to a new restaurant that you had been dying to try.

Half way there, Rami reached over and put a hand on your thigh. He gave you a squeeze and you looked over at him. He kept his eyes forward, but you could see the slight upturn of the corner of his mouth.

The two of you finally made it to the restaurant and Rami got out to open the door for you. You got out and Rami took your hand, leading you towards the restaurant. You noticed that they had Christmas lights in the windows and the bushes outside. They made you smile.

“Hi,” Rami told the man at the greeter stand. “Table for two under ‘Said’.”

The man looked down at the book and then smiled up at the two of you. “Right this way.” He led the two of you to a table.

The two of you split a bottle of wine during dinner, but you drank most of it since Rami was driving.  

You were tracing the lip of your wine glass, and eyed Rami as he told you a story from college that you were sure you’d heard before but you listened just as intently as always. You loved just listening to him talk. Hard to believe you’d been together as long as you had and you could still just listen to him talk for hours on end.

“Are we ready for another bottle?” The waitress asked, walking up to the table.

“What do you think, babe?” Rami looked over at you.

“I reeeeeeally shouldn’t,” you told her.

“Buuuuut?” She prompted you.

You shook your head. “No, really, we should get going.”

The waitress looked to Rami and he nodded.

“We’ll take the check, please.”

Rami paid and the two of you walked outside. You were a bit tipsy from the wine, so you held onto Rami’s arm so that you could keep your balance. It had been a while since you drank so much.

Rami placed a kiss in your hair while you walked back to the car. He opened the door and you gave him a kiss over the car door.

You pulled away and Rami hummed.

“Promises of more to come,” you whispered to him.

Rami scoffed a bit with a shake of his head. You got in the car and he shut the door before walking over to the other side and getting in.

“Before we go home, I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you,” Rami told you, making a different turn than the one you would take to go home. “I read about this neighborhood.”

“Okay?”

Rami remained quiet, even though you asked him about it. He kept his mouth shut to really surprise you.

Rami made a slow turn into a neighborhood and every house had Christmas lights on them. Some were multicolored, others were just one, but all of them were beautiful.

“Rami,” you breathed out.

“I thought we could do something like that house over there,” he pointed to one of the houses that had just white lights and a couple light reindeer.

The two of you continued driving through the neighborhood, lit up by the glow of all the Christmas lights. You felt like a child, getting excited for the holidays.

“We’ll have to come back,” you smiled over at him as the two of you exited the neighborhood.

Rami reached over and took your hand. “Whatever you want, love.”

The two of you made your way home in a comfortable quiet. Once you got home, you and Rami went inside and Rami helped you out of your coat. He hung it up and then shrugged out of his own.

You leaned against the wall and watched him, the wine still swirling within you.

“So,” Rami stalked towards you. He put his hands on either side of your head.

You tried not to giggle at him. “So?”

“I believe you promised me something special upstairs?”

The next morning, you and Rami were still wrapped up in each other when your bedroom door opened.

“Dey still seepin’.”

“Okay, well let’s go back downstairs then,” you heard your brother-in-law whisper to your son.

You kept your eyes closed until the door shut again. You then opened them to see your husband watching you. You smiled at him.

“Hi,” he muttered, still mostly asleep.

“Good morning.”

“We should probably go save Sami since your son is a chatterbox.”

You laughed. “Oh my son is a chatterbox? Which one of his parents literally talks for a living?”

“Yeah, yeah, now come on. Let’s get up.”

You groaned with a stretch. “If we have to.”

“Hey, we should take bubs to that neighborhood tonight. He’d love to see those lights,” Rami said as he pulled a pair of sweatpants on.

“Absolutely,” you kissed Rami’s nose before he opened the bedroom door and the two of you made your way downstairs.

#rami malek #rami malek imagine #rami malek x reader #rami malek x you #rami malek x y/n #rami malek fanfiction #rami malek oneshot #rami malek fluff #boh rhap #bohemian rhapsody fanfic #bohemian rhapsody cast #acdeaky’s december writing challenge #krissys writings

[your-democracy-is-fucked]

My bug.

(Mastermind x reader)

[AN: DONT know what this is but ya know that’s most of my writings. Uhhh tagging @edteche2 cause she’s my only mr robot friend currently)

He loved her. He didn’t pretend, not like with everyone else in elliots life. He loved her fully. Her smile, her eyes in the morning, her soft touch when he was breaking inside.

He needed her, he needed her like he needed morphine, she was his bug.

His systems bug. The one that would fix him or kill him. He hoped it was the ladder of the two. He knew Mr.robot thought she was a virus at first. A flaw in the code he had crafted so carefully.

She laughed and he felt his stomach clench, his heart race when she looked at him. Is this what elliot always felt around her? Is this what he knew from the second she stepped into his life? That she was one of the rare good ones?

Her eyes. He loved those most, they didn’t hide anything, not with him, they told him everything she said was the truth.

He wondered if that’s why Elliot had more then one disk on her. He used to let her take photos, let her have moments captured just for her. He had them printed out, saved in an old shoe box.

He found himself looking at them, while she slept, ones of her and Elliot on the boardwalk, in the old Ferris wheel, one of her, laying asleep, the blanket tucked up against her, Elliot had taken it.

He loved her. He didn’t think he could love, he didn’t know much of the world outside the mission mr robot had given him. But he knew. He loved her.

Krista asked about her, he was honest then.

‘It sounds like, you love her Elliot, that’s a good thing, you let her in...’

He let her in....he let the bug in and make a home, in his system.

It wasn’t scary, not in the slightest.

He needed her. Her touch made him calm, her kiss felt like it was healing all the cracks inside him, she was his bug.

Fixing him.

He embraced this new coding. she wouldn’t be just another memory. She would be his forever. Even if Elliot fought him.

She was good. She was safe. She was home.

“I love you”

his voice sounded like a question, she looked up at him, her legs hitched up around his hips, he hadn’t been paying attention, they were in the middle of kissing, maybe that’s what made his mind think of everything. His hand was resting on her ribs, his thumb brushing the soft skin.

Her hand reached up, cupping his cheek, he leaned into her touch, needing it, craving it.

“I love you too. So much”

He believed her. Knew she didn’t lie.

“My bug”

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[adrenaline-roulette]

Ahkmenrah Fic idea

So, I don't exactly know how it came to be, but one way or another, I had an idea for a fic with Ahkmenrah (night at the museum) x Reader.

It starts with reader aged 7, and it builds from there, with the friendship and relationship between child/teen/young woman and a reanimated mummy.

So yeah, I don't know if this will actually be something people would read? Or.....

And the other thing as well, I've written well of 9k for it with still a ways to go.... If people are interested in this fic, would y'all want it broken up into small chapters ? Or would you rather read a monster fic?

And if the answer is none of the above, then it shall stay saved on my computer for all eternity 😂

Um, yeah.... Let me know 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

#Ahkmenrah x reader #Ahkmenrah fanfiction #rami malek fanfiction #rami malek night at the museum #fic ideas #fanfiction ideas #rami malek x reader #rami malek x y/n

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Lyutsifer Safin X Reader Cute prompt

“Don’t you remember what hugs feel like?” You asked Safin, who didn’t dare look up at you, awkwardly shifting on his feet.

“I think I forgot what human contact felt like,” Safin admitted, his voice quiet, as if he were ashamed or embarrassed at himself. You slowly approached him, wrapping your arms around him. Safin tensed for a few moments, before relaxing, hugging you back. “This feels nice,” he confessed. You then hesitantly pulled out of the hug, trying to place a small kiss on his lips, but he stopped you, stepping back. “You’re legally obligated to keep holding me, but I’m not ready for - that - yet,” he murmured, his voice hushed and shaking.

You sat back down on the chair and he sat opposite you, averting his gaze to the window. “So - Didn’t your family ever give you any sort of contact? Surely they’ve hugged you before,” you pried, though you felt bad for trying.

Safin wouldn’t meet your gaze, he was too afraid. “My family were never the touchy feely type,” Safin recalled. “I haven’t been hugged in years, until now,” he lifted his gaze to meet your’s. “Nobody has ever done that to me before, I’ve never felt anything like it. Can you do it again?” Safin asked and you nodded, pulling him into another hug, which he leaned into. “I just want to be held for a little while,” he confessed, feeling weak, but he didn’t care, not at this moment. “Do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?” You shook your head, feeling as if you could stay wrapped in his warmth for a day. “I’ll always be in desperate need of your hugs, just to keep me sane. I never want to let go,” he spoke softly.

~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

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[safin-supremacy]

Elliot Alderson X Reader Cute prompt

“I hope you know I would literally die for you,” you stated, breaking the silence as you and Elliot walked slowly through the park.

Elliot glanced at you, shaking his head slightly. “I hope you don’t,” he responded; he didn’t want you to risk your life for his. Elliot noticed that you seemed down as you sank on the next bench, and he expressed concern for you, sitting beside you. “Are you okay?” Elliot inquired, and you nodded, smiling weakly up at him.

“I just don’t want tonight to end,” you answered, and he agreed, smiling sympathetically as he looked away from you.

꧁⍟꧂

You wanted attention, and Elliot was in the other room playing a video game like he occasionally did, so you decided to try to get it from him as you barged into his room. “I need attention,” you whined, and Elliot winced, pausing the game, before he turned to face you.

“Fine - C’mere,” he responded, and you sat on his lap, feeling better as you wrapped your arms around him.

You shyly smiled up at him, and he smiled back at you faintly. “Does this mean we’re dating?” You asked, curious, but felt stupid when you noticed the look on his face. “K-Kidding,” you whispered, burying your face against his shoulder. You smiled softly when you remembered when Elliot suggested that you could move in with him into his apartment; he could see how much you were struggling after you were kicked out of your family’s house.

~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed! ❤️

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[benismyqueen]

BIRTDHAY GIFT — BEN HARDY

Resumen: Después de meses de intensos coqueteos en el set de Bohemian Rhapsody, decides dar a Ben el mejor regalo de cumpleaños.

Advertencias: +18 (smut)

A/N: Es mi primer smut así que lamento los fallos y si os incomoda.

Palabras: 5.126

Te miras en el espejo observando el reflejo que proyecta. Solo eres tú con unos pantalones de cuero negro muy ajustados, tus amadas botas negras con un poco de plataforma y un jersey blanco medio metido en tus pantalones. Sabes que estás guapa, así quieres lucir. No quieres lucir demasiado arreglada y desentonar entre tus amigos, pero sí llamar la atención.

Ya han acabado oficialmente las grabaciones de la película Bohemian Rhapsody, y no sabes si estar emocionada o triste. Te has acostumbrado a volar alrededor de los chicos y Lucy, pese a ser una actriz extra sin lineas. Probablemente los mejores meses de tu vida. Echarás de menos las charlas con Lucy detrás de las escenas, las bromas con Joe incluso dentro de escena provocando muchas tomas falsas, incluso los momentos de Rami siendo una persona extremadamente cariñosa.

Pero al que más echarás de menos es a Ben. No pudiste evitar caer profundamente enamorada en el primer momento que lo viste. Definitivamente los rubios no eran tu tipo, pero esa cara bonita con esos ojos verdes tan llamativos te llamaron la atención. Tuviste que luchar mucho para evitar que se te cayese la baba cuando lo veías en esas ropas de los 70'. Pero además de ser increíblemente guapo, es una persona muy sencilla y humana. Siendo muy tímido la mayoría del tiempo, siempre con una sonrisa genuina cuando estás cerca y sus mejillas sonrojadas cuando Joe hace alguna broma. Realmente encajásteis.

Y con los días creció una tensión bastante fuerte entre vosotros. Todo el mundo pudo notarlo. Esas miradas constantes, incluso cuando cada uno estáis en un extremo diferente del estudio. La forma en la que siempre parece mantener el contacto, incluso cuando no es necesario, estando extremadamente cerca. Pasando detrás tuyo bastante pegado con una mano en la parte baja de tu espalda. "Disculpa, amor" mientras busca su camerino. O cuando estás preparando un café y se sitúa detrás tuyo muy cerca, casi puedes sentir su aliento en tu cuello, y toma una taza con una mano mientras la otra da un apretón cariñoso en tu cadera.

Todos pudieron verlo.

Lucy tuvo muchas conversaciones contigo sobre Ben y la tensión dolorosa que ambos desprenden. "Necesitas hacer un movimiento" Pero nunca lo pensaste realmente. Él te gusta, lo quieres, lo deseas, es malditamente horrible lo mucho que deseas besarlo y quitarle la ropa. Pero acaba de salir de una relación muy larga. Casi 10 años. Casi comprometido.

Definitivamente no serías la chica que rompe su mala racha, la que deja su ropa a los pies de su cama y por la mañana se va sin tomar una ducha. La chica a la que promete llamar y no lo hace, y no quiere que sea el chico que olvida todos estos meses después de una noche en la cama.

Pero hoy es su cumpleaños. Hace una pequeña reunión con el cast, también en modo de despedida, no se verán hasta que hagan la promoción, y tú tendrías que esperar a la premiere. Puede que sean los últimos días que pases a su lado, y quieres hacerlo. Estás destinada a no verle más de todas formas.

Recoges tu chaqueta y el regalo de Ben y vas a su casa.

"¡Mackenzie!" Lucy grita y envuelve sus brazos en tu cuerpo. Ya ha tomado  varias copas de champagne.

"Siempre un placer, Macky" Rami aparece detrás de Lucy y deja un beso sobre su cabeza.

"¡No me lo puedo creer!" Un Joe algo bebido grita cuando Mackenzie entra en el salón de la casa. "¿En serio has traido como regalo un sobre con dinero? Eso lo hacía mi abuela cuando era un niño"

Rueda los ojos y siente como sus mejillas se encienden.

"No sabía que regalar a un hombre rico, disculpa"

"A su favor diré que no hacía falta ningún regalo" Ben aparece por la puerta con algunas cervezas. Parece ser el único junto a Rami sobrio. "Has tardado"

"Perdona, me costó encontrar la dirección." Envuelve los brazos en su torso mientras Ben algo incómodo por  intentar no tirar las cervezas envuelve un brazo en sus hombros y deja un beso en su cabeza. "Feliz cumpleaños, Ben"

"Sabes que podía ir a buscarte" Ben frunce el ceño pero enseguida sonríe y deja un beso en su frente. "Gracias"

Se separan y mientras Ben deja las cervezas en la mesa, Mackenzie se sienta junto a Lucy. Le extiende el sobre para que pueda cogerlo, y Ben rodando los ojos con una sonrisa lo coge y lo deja sobre un estante con libros.

La tarde pasa rápido, con risas y recordando los momentos más locos y divertidos que habéis pasado estos meses. Las fiestas los días de descanso de rodaje, y todas las borracheras de Joe que dejaron momentos épicos. Casi lloras de risa cuando recuerdas aquella vez que Lucy rompió una jarra de agua en el set y para que nadie se diese cuenta la ayudaste a retirar el agua con las toallas de los camerinos, aún así el suelo quedó algo resbaladizo y cuando Gwilym llegaba tarde se cayó de culo en el suelo. Y ahora meses después sois capaces de admitir vuestra travesuras.

"Creo que ha llegado mi hora" Empiezas a sentir un poco el paso del tiempo y de las copas por tu organismo. "Debería irme"

"Pero si es muy pronto, ¿que dices?" Lucy pone un puchero mientras Ben se mueve incómodo.

"Puedes quedarte, Joe se queda a dormir."

"Que va, mañana tengo el vuelo muy pronto y aún tengo que terminar las maletas. Vuelvo a casa." Lo dices con una sonrisa triste mientras te levantas.

Miras el sobre que le has dado a Ben en la estantería del salón. Ni siquiera lo ha mirado. Suspiras mientras niegas con la cabeza. Este es el último día. Se acabó.

"Puedo llevarte mañana" Ben quiere que te quedes, te mira ansioso. Aún está bastante sobrio mientras los demás están demasiado bebidos.

"No, no. Tranquilo, es tu cumpleaños, disfruta. No quiero que mañana tengas que levantarte temprano por mi."

"No me importaría."

"Ben, insisto" Sonríes mientras te pones la chaqueta. "Muchachos estáis todos muy borrachos para recordarlo mañana, pero os echaré de menos. Nos vemos en la premiere."

Ben se levanta y te acompaña a la puerta. "Entonces... Nos veremos en la premiere" Está con las manos dentro de los bolsillos de sus pantalones.

"Feliz cumpleaños, Ben" Te acercas y vuelves a envolver tus brazos sobre su torso. Ben suspira mientras envuelve las suyas en tu espalda e inclina su cabeza sobre tu pelo, inhalando tu olor. "Nos veremos en la premiere."

Levantas la cabeza y te encuentras con sus ojos verdes. Te está mirando de esa forma peculiar. Tiene los labios entreabiertos, intentando decir algo.

"¿Sabes? En unos meses tendré la premiere de 6 underground, sería bueno verte"

"Suena como un plan"

Sacas las llaves del coche alquilado de tu bolso y te diriges al coche.

"Espero que te guste el regalo Ben, úsalo bien" Antes de que pueda reaccionar te metes en el coche y huyes a tu habitación del hotel. En algunas horas verá tu regalo y podrás morir de verguenza. Solo tendré que verlo una vez más. Solo una más. Ni siquiera lo recordará ese día.

Cuando llegas al hotel te encargas de sacar la ropa para el día siguiente, y tener todo preparado para levantarte de la cama e irte al aeropuerto. Tardas unas dos horas en concienciarte de que tienes todo bajo control y no te olvidas de nada. Así que te metes por fin en la cama en ropa interior, y dejas el móvil cargando en tu mesita, junto a los auriculares y la mochila con tu libro favorito, el pasaporte, el billete de avión y la cartera. Será un viaje largo.

Desde la cama puedes ver en la esquina de la habitación el regalo de navidad que te dió Lucy. En verdad fue unas semanas antes. Sabe lo mucho que te gustan los calendarios de adviento, y que los sigues día a día, así que decidió hacer uno a mano, y metió pequeñas chocolatinas, bombones y mensajes bonitos en cada cajita. Es todo rosa lleno de corazones.  Comiste cada chocolate todos los días, y guardaste con mucho cariño todos los mensajes de amor que te dejó. Pero obviamente en su mente retorcida no podía ser todo tan bonito, así que para el día 24 te dejó un regalo muy especial. Ese día cenaste con los chicos y algunos familiares que pudieron asistir a la cena en el restaurante.

Te pidió que llevases la pequeña caja en el bolso, quería ver tu reacción cuando descubrieses el regalo. Y minutos antes de medianoche, cuando la mayoría ya estaban pasados de copas, te pidió que vieses el interior.

Rodaste los ojos mientras sentías el fuego en tus mejillas. Miraste a todos los lados verificando que nadie se había dado cuenta. Era un preservativo.

"¡Lucy!" Casi te ahogas con tu propia saliva. Tu amiga a tu lado sonríe con una mirada cómplice. "¡Da mala suerte no seguir el calendario de adviento día a día!"

"Aún te quedan 10 minutos para media noche, deberías agradecerme te voy a dar el mejor regalo de navidad!" Te da un golpe en la rodilla mientras mira a Ben. Está hablando con Rami con una copa en la mano.

"¡Ni de broma!"

"¡Vamos, Mackenzie! Solo necesitáis un empujón" En ese momento Ben mira a las chicas y sonríe a Mackenzie mientras guiña un ojo. "¿lo ves? Realmente lo tienes ahí."

"Tienes una mente muy retorcida, ¡sabes lo supersticiosa que soy!"

Lucy rueda los ojos y se levanta del sofá.

"Me voy con los chicos. Tienes 10 minutos. Úsalo bien" Y con una sonrisa se gira y va al otro extremo de la sala junto a Joe.

Por supuesto que nunca llegaste a usarlo, cuando llegaste al hotel dejaste la caja dentro del calendario, y desde ese día no volviste a tocar ni una caja. Tienes varios días sin abrir, pero te da igual. Suspiras y te giras para evitar mirar el dichoso calendario. Cuando cierras los ojos sientes unos muy leves golpes en la puerta. Sientes como el corazón se detiene y verificas en tu móvil que son casi las dos de la mañana.

Ignoras los golpes. ¿Quién demonios puede ser a esas horas? Quizá tu mente paranoica lo imaginó. Pero cuando vuelves a cerrar los ojos, vuelves a oirlos, esta vez más fuerte y más insistentes. Te levantas con mucho cuidado de no hacer ruido, y cuando llegas casi a la puerta escuchas una voz.

"Mackenzie" la voz de Ben al otro lado vuelve a parar tu corazón. "Soy yo"

Corres con ansiedad hasta la silla cerca del balcón donde has dejado un jersey, golpeándote en la pierna el armario y te lo pones por encima. Enciendes la luz esta vez y mirando el reflejo en el espejo colocas un poco tu pelo. Cuando abres la puerta Ben está con una mano en la nuca. Te mira con los labios entreabiertos y rápidamente su vista va a tus piernas desnudas. El jersey te tapa poco más que la tanga en encaje. Te mueves un poco incómoda y cruzas tus piernas.

"Eh..." Ben aclara su garganta y mueve sus ojos a los de ella. "Abrí el regalo." Lleva su mano al bolsillo trasero de sus pantalones. "Hubiese sido muy humillante si lo hubiese abierto con Joe delante" saca del bolsillo el preservativo y te muerdes el labio con fuerza. "Me ha costado una hora llevar a Joe a la cama y llamar un taxi para los demás"

"Tenías prisa"

"Bueno, quería abrir mi regalo." Ben se acerca un paso, sin sobrepasar el umbral de la puerta. Está junto a ti, sin tocarte, pero puedes sentir su aliento sobre tus labios.

"¿Quieres pasar?" susurras.

"Estaría decepcionado si después de venir aquí no me invitas a pasar" Se te escapa la risa mientras das un paso a un lado y lo dejas entrar. Antes de poder cerrar la puerta sientes los brazos de Ben sobre tu cintura, abrazándote. Te acerca a él, sin dejar ni un centímetro entre vosotros, y con los labios cerca de los tuyos.

"¿Está bien?" con un suspiro asientes con la cabeza. Un segundo después Ben junta sus labios con fuerza con los tuyos mientras con la pierna cierra la puerta de la habitación. Ambos suspiráis cuando vuestros labios se tocan y Ben aprovecha ese momento para intensificar el beso metiendo su lengua en tu boca. Lo abrazas mientras el rubio pone una mano sobre tu cuello, evitando que te alejes, y pone la otra sobre tu muslo, rozando la tela del jersey y con los dedos jugando subiendo y bajando la tela unos centímetros.

Jadeas sintiendo los dedos de Ben sobre tu muslo y te alejas del beso en busca de oxígeno. Ben no te deja alejarte mucho, ya que pone sus labios sobre tu cuello, besando la piel expuesta mientras retira el pelo con su mano, y la vuelve a poner sobre tu cuello. No puedes más, sientes que algo explota en tu interior cuando sientes sus labios en tu cuello y su mano en la otra parte.

"Ben" gimes su nombre mientras buscas apoyarte en la pared, sientes que en cualquier momento tus piernas pueden fallar. Ben aprieta tu muslo cuando la escucha gemir.

"Joder" Apoya su frente en la tuya. "¿Todo bien?"

Esta vez eres tú quién lo besa, mientras tiras de su cinturón hacia ti, juntando las caderas. Esta vez es el turno de él de gemir, mientras te coge por tus muslos y hace que enredes las piernas en su cintura. Subes tus manos a sus mejillas, y lo besas. Gimes en su boca cuando sientes su erección contra ti. Sientes la tela del pantalón vaquero contra tu núcleo medio desnudo por la tela de tu tanga, y te mueves un poco contra él mientras gime.

Ben sonríe en mitad del beso, y aprieta tu culo. "¿Podemos tomarlo con calma?"

Intenta regular tu respiración. Tienes las mejillas sonrojadas y a penas sientes las piernas. Llegados a este punto no crees que puedas ir muy despacio, pero si el lo quiere así, lo intentarás. Asientes con la cabeza mientras Ben contigo en brazos se dirige a la cama.

Se sienta en el borde de la cama contigo en su regazo, una pierna a cada lado suyo. Te quita el pelo de la cara y te besa. Besa tus labios, tus mejillas, y por último se detiene en tu cuello. Suspiras mientras te mantienes quieta en su regazo. Con calma, piensas. Una mano está sobre tu cuello y la otra rápidamente se cuela debajo de tu jersey y acaricia tu espalda. Llevas tus manos a su cuello, y acaricias su nuca con cariño. Tus dedos se encuentran con el pelo de la parte trasera de su cabeza y lo envuelves con tus dedos. Te dejas caer en su regazo sintiendo su erección contra el muslo. Tiras un poco de él para separar la cara de tu cuello y llevas tus labios a los suyos. Ben se deja besar, mientras lleva sus manos a tus caderas, y las mueve contra él. Ambos gemís mientras te separas de él, mordiendo su labio.

"¿Puedo?" Pregunta con los ojos brillosos tocando con sus manos la tela del jersey. Asientes mientras él tira de la prenda sacándotela en un segundo. No tienes sujetador. Ben gime al verte, y lleva una de sus manos a tu pecho. "Eres preciosa" Susurra mirándote a los ojos. Pasa su dedo pulgar por tu pezón y suspiras.

"Por favor"

Ben lleva su boca a tu otro pezón. Primero le da un beso y luego pasa su lengua por su alrededor antes de jugar con él entre sus labios. Dejas escapar un suspiro mientras su mano juega con el otro pezón. Mueves tus caderas de forma automática necesitando sentirlo, mientras llevas una de tus manos a su hombro y con la otra juegas con el pelo de su cabeza.

Lo separas de tus pechos y lo besas. Ben vuelve a pasar ambos pulgares por tus pezones mientras un escalofrío te recorre la espalda.

Cuando consigues separarte de él, tiras del dobladillo de su camiseta y se la quitas. Pasas tus manos por su pecho, y dejas que un dedo recorra sus abdominales. Dejas caer tus labios sobre su clavícula y dejas pequeños besos, para luego succionar con fuerza. En ese momento no eres consciente de que le dejarán unas marcas terribles, pero no te importa cuando sientes las manos de Ben apretando tu cadera. Mueves tu boca a su cuello y lo muerdes. Deja escapar un gemido.

"Vas a ser mi muerte" Dejas escapar una risa. Usando las uñas sin mucha fuerza las pasas por sus hombros mientras lo besas. Deja descansar sus manos en la parte baja de tu espalda mientras sus dedos juegan con la tira del tanga. Tus manos se mueven por su pecho, bajando hasta su estómago, y se detienen en el dobladillo del pantalón, jugando con el botón y paseando tu dedo índice entre el pantalón y su bóxer.

"¿Puedo?" Sientes que vas a morir cuando lo preguntas. Luchas por no estar ansiosa o que al menos que él no lo note. Asiente con la cabeza y sientes como deja de respirar cuando desabrochas el pantalón y bajas la cremallera. Cierra los ojos y echa la cabeza hacia atrás cuando deja de sentir la presión del pantalón en su miembro.

Cuando parece que se recupera, te gira, haciendo que caigas sobre la cama. Con la ayuda de tus talones y tus brazos te mueves hacia el cabecero de la cama. Ben se deja caer encima tuyo sin llegar a aplastarte. Sientes que está a punto de preguntarte si estás bien, así que con una sonrisa pones tu mano en su nuca.

"Está bien" aseguras antes de besarlo. Llevas tu mano a su estómago, y después de acariciarlo, con el dedo índice juegas con la goma de su bóxer. "¿Por qué no te lo quitas?" Ben deja de besarte y te obedece. Se baja de la cama y deja los pantalones por ahí tirados. Es increible. Una cosa es imaginar su cuerpo, o ver alguna foto de alguna sesión, pero verlo en persona, acalorado y con la respiración entrecortada por la excitación es otra cosa. Sonríes viendo su bulto en el bóxer. Tú lo has provocado. Es tuyo.

Ben se deja caer sobre tu cuerpo de nuevo, y deja besos húmedos en tu cuello, bajando por tus pechos, cuando piensas que no puedes estar más excitada, baja sus labios por tu estómago. Se detiene con los labios sobre tu piel, y te observa con una sonrisa. Con tu mano retiras el pelo de su frente, y sin romper el contacto visual, baja aún más sus labios, y con los dientes estira y deja que te golpeé la goma de tu tanga. Gimes elevas las caderas. Ben se ríe mientras deja un beso sobre tu centro por encima de la ropa.

"¿Hay algo con lo que te sientas incómoda?, o alguna sugerencia, que te guste especialmente..." Sube a tu altura y deja descansar su mano en tu estómago.

"Solo... Solo quiero que me toques"

Ben deja un beso en tu frente y baja los dedos hasta tu tanta. Durante un momento juega con el elástico, mientras te mira de costado, con su cabeza apoyada en su brazo. Tienes los ojos cerrados y respiras con dificultad. Sin esperártelo mete dos dedos debajo de la prenda y nota tu humedad. Gimes mientras agarras su brazo con fuerza.

"Tócame" Susurras. Ben mueve sus dedos hacia tu humedad, frota los dedos en tu entrada, recogiendo un poco de lubricante. Lleva los dedos a través de tus labios, gritas cuando llega a tu clítoris. "¡Joder!" Juega con tu centro, acariciando los labios, bajando a tu entrada y volviendo a subir a tu clítoris. No lo toca directamente, juega alrededor de él, haciendo que te retuerzas de placer y de ansia.

Mete aún más la mano, y sin esperártelo introduce dos dedos en ti. "¿Estás bien?" Aprietas el agarre en su brazo y te quedas muy quieta.

"Ben... No creo que dure mucho"

"No hay problema, amor. Tenemos tiempo." Besa tu sien y mueve sus dedos. Al principio de forma tranquila, dejando que te acostumbres a él, a su toque. De vez en cuando con el pulgar frota tu clítoris, haciendo que eleves las caderas y de esa forma sus dedos llegan aún más profundo. Gimes su nombre, sientes que estás haciendo un desastre, notas como el sudor recorre tu cuerpo y el pelo se te pega en la nuca. Estás cerca, y Ben lo nota en sus dedos, nota como te tensas a su alrededor, y no puede hacer otra cosa más que acelerar el rítmo y frotar tu núcleo con su pulgar. El orgasmo te golpea haciendo que tiembles y despues de tanta tensión acumulada, te dejas ir, dejando de sentir otra cosa que no sea el colchón debajo tuyo.

Ben retira su mano. Estás con los ojos cerrados, intentando recuperarte, cuando sientes a Ben retirar tu tanga. Está sentado a los pies de la cama, con una toalla del baño húmeda en sus manos. Con cuidado te limpia haciendo que gimas.

"Lo siento"

"Estoy sensible. Está bien." Se siente bien la toalla húmeda, y se sienten bien las manos de Ben sobre tus muslos. Deja un beso cerca de tu ingle.  "Ven aquí" Con una sonrisa vuelve a subir a la cama y se queda a tu altura.

Buscas sus labios y lo besas. Juegas con su labio interior haciendo que Ben gima y sienta como su polla late. Deja caer la cadera contra la tuya y lo sientes. Bajas una de tus manos hacia sus boxers, y esta vez sin jugar, introduces tu mano. Parece que su pene salta buscando tu contacto mientras Ben gime. Buscas el ángulo para tocarlo, subes y bajas la mano varias veces, hasta que te detienes en su punta. Paseas el pulgar humedeciéndolo con su presemen, y lo usas como lubricante en toda su longitud. Ben deja caer su cabeza en la almohada, junto a tu oido, jadea.

Juegas con la velocidad de tus movimientos, hasta que sientes como está a punto de correrse. Detiene tus movimientos con su mano, intenta regular su respiración. "Espera" se quita los boxers, y frota su longitud en ti. Sientes como vuelves a encenderte. Te está buscando, está preparándote. Busca tu clítoris con su polla y lo frota.

"Ben" arqueas la espalda mientras muerde tu hombro. "Por favor"

Te mira a los ojos buscando tu permiso. Asientes con la cabeza mientras te muerdes el labio. Ben no pierde el tiempo buscando el preservativo en sus pantalones. Se lo pone rápidamente con las manos temblorosas mientras te mira. Estás sobre tus codos viéndolo. No crees haber tenido nunca a un chico luciendo tan sexy. Vuelve a colocarse encima tuyo, y repite el proceso de antes, sientes sus dedos en tu entrada, extendiendo tu humedad como lubricante. Te dejas caer en la cama mientras gimes.

"Ben..." gritas con ansiedad.

"Ya voy, amor." Y justo después notas como entra en ti. Lo hace poco a poco, dejándote que te acostumbres a él. Pero te duele tanto no tenerlo dentro, que con tus piernas lo empujas dentro de ti. Ambos gemís y muerdes el hombro de Ben para no gritar.

Se mueve lento, poco a poco, y no muy profundo. Quiere asegurarse de no hacerte daño, y de durar más de 5 minutos. Mordisqueas el lóbulo de su oreja mientras gimes, y eso lo lleva al límite. Besas su cuello, y dejas marcas en él, en ese momento no te importa. Necesitas hacerlo. Busca tus labios y te besa mientras esta vez entra más profundo en ti.

"Más fuerte, Ben" Lloriqueas cuando te hace caso. En todas las veces que has estado con un chico, confundían fuerza con rapidez. Te sorprende lo mucho que Ben te entiende, y lo bien que lo hace. Lleva sus dedos a tu clítoris, y lo frota con rapidez. "Ben, no creo que pueda durar mucho más" dices sobre sus labios.

Parece no importarle cuando acelera sus embestidas, y sientes en tu interior los espasmos que recorren su polla. Gimes mientras te aprietas aún más sobre su polla, sientes que te corres, pero no importa porque Ben también lo hace unos segundos después. Deja caer su frente en tu clavícula y lo abrazas. Un sudor cálido recorre su espalda, y sientes como vuestros cuerpos quedan prácticamente pegados por el sudor.

Deja caer besos sobre tu pecho, y muerde tu pezón mientras sale de ti. Dejas de sentir ese calor en tu interior y lo miras. Tiene sus ojos en ti. Te quita el pelo de la cara y te besa.

"Creo que es el mejor regalo de cumpleaños que he tenido"

"¿Nunca te han regalado sexo por tu cumpleaños?" Bromeas acariciando su nuca.

"Nunca me han regalado un preservativo en un sobre." Muerde tu labio inferior y te sonríe. "Un regalo original"

"Moriría de verguenza si lo llegas abrir delante de todos."

"No sería mi culpa" Levanta la mano con inocencia. "Me alegro que lo hayas hecho. Esto debió de pasar antes " Mueve su mano por tu cadera. Vuelve a besarte y se levanta de la cama. Te incorporas y apoyas tu espalda en el cabecero de la cama. Ves a Ben moverse por la habitación completamente desnudo y sientes que nunca podrías cansarte de mirarlo.

Entra en el baño sin cerrar la puerta, y por el reflejo del espejo ves las marcas de besos y mordidas por su cuello y su clavícula. Se quita el preservativo y lo anuda antes de tirarlo en la basura. Usa una de las toallas para limpiarse y vuelve a la cama. Sigues su ejemplo y te limpias con lo toalla que dejó sobre la mesilla. Se tumba en la cama te besa. Por todo el cuerpo.

"¿Puedo?" pregunta entre tus piernas. Te incorporas sobre tus codos y lo miras. Besa tu clítoris, besa tu entrada, y utiliza su lengua por tus labios. Suspiras llevando una mano a su pelo, y tiras de él. "Ben, para"

Haces que se acerque a ti, mueves tus caderas y lo empujas sobre el colchón. Lo necesitas a él. Te subes sobre sus caderas, y te mueves. Pone las manos en tus muslos y los aprieta mientras echa su cabeza atrás.

"Mierda" Gime. Pero no de placer. Frunces el ceño. "No tengo más preservativos" recuerda.

En ese momento llevas tu vista al calendario de adviento. Sigue en la esquina de la habitación y en ese momento te alegras de no haberlo tirado. "¡Espera!" te bajas de la cama con rapidez y te acercas al calendario. Sacas la cajita del día 24 y te acercas a la cama. Ben está incorporado sobre sus codos viéndote confundido.

"¿Ese es el calendario de Lucy?"

"Calla. No digas ni una palabra" Adviertes mientras te subes a su regazo y abres la caja. Ben deja escapar una carcajada mientras sus manos descansan en tus muslos. "¡Ben!"

"¡Lo siento!, ¿en serio te regaló eso?"

"Es humillante"

"Un poco" reconoce metiéndote el pelo detrás de la oreja. "¿Por qué lo hizo?"

"Supongo que notó que ambos lo deseábamos" Te encoges de hombros. "Estaba destinado para el día 24"

"¿No es mala suerte no usarlo ese día?" pregunta.

"Lo es." admites. "Supongo que este año tendré una suerte de mierda"

"Bueno, me tienes a mi" Se sienta en la cama contigo encima y te besa. Dejas caer la caja al suelo y dejas el preservativo encima de la cama.

"¿Extra grande?" Pregunta con una sonrisa viendo el preservativo. "¿Lucy y tú habéis hablado de mi tamaño?"

Golpeas su hombro "Para empezar, no." Se ríe con fuerza haciendo que a ti tambien se te escape la risa. "Y que sepas que es un engaño, el preservativo normal se adapta a todos los tamaños, el extra grande es un engaño para que los vanidosos se dejen más dinero"

"Estoy bromeando, amor"

Te acerca con una mano sobre tu cuello y te besa. No con ansiedad, ni con lujuria. Es un beso tranquilo. Un beso de quién tiene todo el tiempo del mundo, y los únicos labios que desea besar.

Después de dos veces, ambos caéis en la cama cansados. Ben no tarda en quedarse dormido después de fumar un cigarro, y tú tapas tu cuerpo con la sábana, y esperas que pase la hora que te queda antes de coger tus pertenencias y coger el avión. ¿Fue un error? No lo parecía cuando lo besabas ni cuando follábais. Pero todo se ve de forma diferente cuando estás en frío. ¿Sería incómodo?, ¿se iría en cuanto se despertase?, ¿te volvería a llamar?, ¿te diría que fue solo una noche?, ¿significó para él lo mismo que significó para ti? Sientes la como te ataca la ansiedad mientras Ben ronca ligeramente.

Cuando llega la hora te levantas con cuidado. Buscas la ropa que hay sobre el suelo, y te la pones en silencio lo más rápido que puedes. No puedes ducharte, eso lo despertaría, y honestamente no quieres tener esa incómoda conversación del "día después". Abres la puerta y con cuidado sacas las maletas. Sientes el sudor recorrer tu espalda, son tres maletas grandes y no es fácil arrastrarlas con cuidado sobre el suelo de madera. Cuando lo consigues llamas al ascensor y dejas las maletas en un lado.

Llegas a la habitación, solo te queda tu bolso, y el móvil con el cargador. Cuelgas tu mochila en el brazo y te acercas a la cama. Ben tiene media cara contra la almohada, y la boca ligeramente abierta. Le apartas un poco el pelo con la mano, y le besas la mejilla.

"Supongo que se acabó" Tus ojos se llenan de lágrimas. Realmente lo amas, es la persona más gentil, divertida y amable que conoces. Y has tenido la oportunidad de conocer su lado sexy. Y solo por una noche ha sido tuyo. Pero no estáis en la misma página. Acaba de salir de una relación muy larga, una persona con la que se quería casar. Y aunque te duela, sabes que aún le queda mucho para superarlo.

"Ojalá me encuentres cuando estés listo" Y con esa última frase, abandonas a Ben en la habitación del hotel. Pero olvidaste que allí también dejaste tu corazón.

¿Segunda parte?

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Tangled Hearts - A Tangled A.U. ~ Moodboard

Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

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Tongue Tied

Roger Taylor X Reader

A/N: Small blurb I did for @freaking-nix​ fan-zine! I totally recommend checking it out! Let’s support each other in the fandom. 

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You had been a roadie for Queen for a while now, and you must say, it is a very entertaining life to live. So far in the first couple of months of being on the road with the guys, you have learned many things. Things such as patience, because when it comes to Freddie Mercury, one must be ready for every possible antic that man can fuss over. Things such as to be eager for knowledge, especially when talking about Brian May, that human can ramble for hours on end about deep space. Being observant like John Deacon, he never fails to notice when someone is feeling down or being out of place. That boy has the eye of an eagle. However, when it comes to Roger Taylor, well, one can learn a handful of things. 

Roger Taylor so far has taught you self-control. Boy, how many times have you wanted to strangle him but resisted the impulse to do so. Roger is the person that loves to nag other people constantly and occasionally prank them to make things more interesting. When you first met him, you couldn’t wrap around your head what was about him that made him so intriguing. He was handsome, yes, but incredibly annoying and a total flirt. He spends his free time being all over groupies and eventually having one night stands. When you had the chance to chat with Rog for a bit that wasn’t either about his latest conquests or his drumset, he was a nice fella to talk with. He seemed the kind of guy that beneath all his cockiness layed someone vulnerable and truly caring. 

Roger Taylor has taught you that if anyone can make you feel more alive, is him. Night after night you watched in awe Roger and the band perform. It was truly insane how much they got into the role and how they enjoyed the lights, the crowd, the noise, and the adrenaline overall. On the other hand, you enjoyed the show backstage and afterward spending time running away wit Roger. It started out as a “let’s go away for a while to escape here” into “let’s go away from here because it has become a tradition” thing. At first, you both went to fast-food restaurants to grab a meal but eventually expanded your map to places like movies, stores (that one was the best, trying the silliest clothes and make fun of each other), or even the crew’s pick-up van where you lay a blanket and drove off anywhere. 

Roger Taylor has taught you that never before you have loved someone the way you love him. It was on one of those escapades that the bright moon and stars witnessed how both of you fell in love with the other. For you, it was the way he opened his arms and shouted into the rooftop absolute nonsense. For him, it was the small glimmer in your eyes while you laughed at him. 

He turned around and looked at you. 

“[Y/N]...”

“Yes, Roger?”

“I… I think that… I think that I like- no I mean I think that love- I MEAN, no, no, no, It’s not that I like or love, I mean it’s kind of both, when do you know-“

“Roger, you’re rambling” You chuckled. 

“I know” He laughed,” You make me tongue-tied. What I’m trying to say is…”

“‘I’ve never felt this way before’”

“Yeah, exactly”

“I feel that way too”

“You like me too?” Rog inquired 

“Of course dumbass. I don’t why I like you but I do”

“Good. Because I don’t know why I like you either”.

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