#Joe Mazzello x female reader

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello × fem. reader long fic where reader is Joe's girlfriend and reader is acting in a play in and when the play is over, reader is outside talking to a friend and when reader’s friend leaves, reader hears someone say behind her, “Can I have your autograph miss?”, and when reader turns around it’s Joe with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and she lights up at the sight of him and greets him with a kiss and he wraps his arm around her shoulder and they walk together on the streets of New York for a little bit and then eventually go back to his house and have a romantic and cute night with each other?

Your Biggest Fan

Fandom: Actor, American Actor, RPF

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Female Reader, You

Word Count: 1305 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: Joe makes up for missing Reader's play.

Tags/ Warnings: Fluff, Reader is and Actress, Theatres, Kissing, Implied Sexual Content, Established Relationship, Requested Fic, Requests, Tooth Rotting Fic, Forehead Kisses, Giving Flowers, Love, New York City,

Notes: here ya go lovely @borhapgirlforlife19

Y/N sighed and threw the cotton pad down on the vanity. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. Without the thick makeup, she wore for the stage on she looked tired and washed out. That only added to her glum mood. She wasn’t in the mood for much today. It was her last show of the week and one that her boyfriend Joe had planned to attend but he had texted her just as she was about to go on stage telling her there was no way he was going to make it due to something coming up. She had been a little letdown. Due to his work schedule, he had yet to see her in her new role and besides that, they had barely seen each other anyway. The plan had been for him to watch the show and then they were going to let their hair down. Go for something to eat, maybe even a few drinks. But now she faced going home alone.

As she tidied up her dressing table, so it would be ready for the upcoming week, there was a knock at the door. She turned and found her friend Becca sticking her head around the door.

‘Hey,’ she said as she came into the room properly. ‘Hey,’ Y/N saId. ‘Feel like going for a drink?’ she said throwing herself into the armchair in the corner of the room, ‘I need one after this week.’ ‘I don’t know,’ Y/N said. ‘Oh come on,’ she said, ‘another successful week we should let our hair down.’ ‘I was meant to be,’ she grumbled, sighing as Becca’s brow furrowed, causing her to explain, ‘Joe and I were supposed to be going out tonight but he’s had to cancel.’ ‘Well some of the girls are going to Rudy’s,’ Becca said, ‘I said I was gonna see what you were up to and then join ‘em later.’ ‘Well I was just gonna go home but what the hell. I might as well enjoy myself,’ Y/N said. ‘Atta girl,’ Becca smiled.

They chatted whilst Y/N got changed into her own clothes and then they headed outside. They left through the stage door which brought them out onto a dimly lit alley that though it wasn’t the most pleasant could’ve been a whole lot worse. It was dark now, the majority of light coming from the street ahead of them. Y/N shrunk into her coat, feeling the bitter wind of a New York winter blowing through the alley like it was being funnelled directly into it.

‘Geez it’s cold,’ she said as they walked towards the street. ‘I know,’ Becca said, ‘I’m gonna need a drink just to warm me up.’ ‘Well first rounds on me,’ Y/N started though she stopped as Becca slowed down, pulled out her phone, and frowned, ‘what is it?’ ‘My sister,’ she said, ‘she’s in the hospital.’ ‘Is she okay?’ Y/N asked. ‘It’s not her,’ she said, scrolling through the message, ‘it's her husband. She needs me to go watch my niece and nephew.’ ‘Oh,’ Y/N said, feeling disappointed that her plans had been dashed again. Though she rationalised her night could be worse, ‘well you gotta do what you gotta do. Is he gonna be okay?’ ‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘looks like he was showing my nephew how to skateboard and well he doesn't know how to skateboard it seems.’ ‘Well I hope he's okay soon,’ Y/N said. Becca nodded and leaned in to hug her before she said, ‘see ya next week.’ ‘See ya,’ Y/N replied watching as she headed to the street quickly and disappeared around the corner. Y/N sighed and continued to stroll up the alley. Well, she did until she heard a voice behind her.

‘Excuse me miss,’ the voice said. Y/N turned around to find Joe standing behind her several paces beaming a smile at her before he said, ‘can I have your autograph?’

Y/N broke into a wide smile as he walked towards her, noticing the bunch of flowers in his hand. He came towards her, handing her the flowers as her his arms went around her waist, pulling her to him.

‘You came!’ she said, happiness lacing her voice as all her frustrations and sadness evaporated. ‘Well I am your number one fan,’ Joe said. ‘My number one fan who’s never seen my play,’ she giggled. Joe acted shocked, ‘excuse me I was in the audience tonight!’ ‘I thought you were busy,’ she raised an eyebrow. ‘I was,’ he said, ‘but as soon as I was done I raced here. I managed to catch the last twenty minutes. You were phenomenal.’ ‘Oh I wish you’d managed to see it all,’ she said, ‘I bet you didn’t have a clue what was going on.’ ‘I was a little lost. I won't lie,’ he smirked, ‘but that meant I got to stare at you instead so I was good.’ ‘Well maybe next time you can see the whole thing,’ she said. ‘Can I still stare at you the whole time?’ he smiled. ‘My number one fan can do as he pleases,’ she giggled, pulling out of his grasp and looping her arm in his, ‘you know what?’ ‘What?’ he said. They were on the street now, ambling down it slowly, arm in arm. ‘Since you’re my number one fan I’ll even treat ya to dinner,’ she smiled. ‘Sounds good to me.’

Y/N and Joe walked a few blocks before they found somewhere to eat. They tucked themselves away in the back, somewhere they could be alone, and able to talk about their days. Joe told her about the scheduling drama they’d had at work which meant all his scenes had gotten rejigged leaving him working well into the evening. She’d told him about her show and how she’d missed him when he’d told her he had to miss it. Their food came and went and though they enjoyed it they didn’t notice it much as they were too enraptured in one another. Pretty soon they decided to call it a night and headed back to Joe’s apartment rather than go for drinks as planned.

Y/N was sitting on the couch, a blanket over her, watching Joe. He was in the kitchen, pouring them both a glass of wine. His hips were swaying to the song in his head he was humming to. Y/N giggled as he turned around and caught her watching him.

‘What?’ he said coming in from the kitchen and sitting down on the couch beside her as he handed her her drink. He clicked the film they had loaded on the TV. ‘Nothing,’ she said with a smile, ‘you’re just cute.’ ‘Is that right?’ he said as he threw an arm around her. ‘Yeah it is,’ she said, taking a sip of wine and then placing it on the coffee table. ‘Well I think you’re pretty cute too,’ he said leaning in so he could place a kiss on her temple, ‘and I’m glad we got to have tonight together.’ ‘Me too,’ she said. Their eyes locked again and Y/N could feel a flutter in her stomach pulling her in. She leaned in and kissed him gently. She felt as he placed his glass down and pulled her into him, deepening the kiss. Then he was moving, pushing her backwards until she lay flat against the couch with him hovering over the top of her. ‘We’re not gonna watch this movie are we?’ she said with a giggle. Joe moved a hair off of her face and smirked, ‘ah I’ve seen it before.’ ‘Well then,’ she said, giving him a quick kiss, ‘you better put on a good show instead.’ ‘I always do.’

[jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels]

Merry Little Christmas

Christmas in....June? Thanks to a tiktok, I had to write this short one shot. Enjoy. Pure fluff.

I pulled the door to my eight year olds bedroom shut as quietly as I could. I sighed at the soft click of latch bolt falling into place. I stood still for a moment, listening carefully for any movement behind the door.

Nothing. Thank goodness.

He’d been so excited, but what kid isn’t on Christmas Eve? I’d read him extra stories, all Christmas themed, after we’d set out cookies and milk for Santa of course. And carrots for the reindeer, we couldn’t forget about them. They were doing all the flying after all.

I tip toed from the door, down the hall, down the stairs and into the living room where my husband was just picking up a cookie to take a bite.

“Is he out finally?” He asked softly, as I stepped into the dimly lit living room.

“Finally” I sighed before stepping closer to Joe.

“I love Christmas. It’s always so beautiful” I said admiring the tree, all lit in warm white lights, glittery ornaments, some new and others passed down from our families. Gifts spilling out below, under the tree and across the floor. Family and friends from around the country and even further had sent colorfully wrapped presents. It looked as if Santa had been here days ago. Garland hugged the mantle of the fireplace, where a warm fire was crackling below. Three stocking hung side by side, Dad, Mom and Joey, stitched on their downy white tops. The snow slowly drifting around outside the window. Kinkade couldn’t have painted a more Christmasy scene if he tried.

“I better grab the Santa gifts” I told Joe. Before I could take a step towards the garage, his hand caught mine. I looked up at his handsome, smiling face.

“One thing first” he replied, pulling his phone from his pocket with his free hand.

Softly over the surround sound, violins began as Frank Sinatra came in, crooning, wishing us a Merry Little Christmas. Joe pulled me to him before whispering in my ear.

“Dance with me first.”

My stomach fluttered, I loved dancing with him. He was so smooth on his feet, swaying us back and forth. One arm around my waist, the other holding my hand to his chest, his cheek pressed to mine as he sang softly in my ear. My eyes closed as I let him move me across the floor. Trusting his lead completely.

He was much more romantic, but he knew how to bring it out of me.

“You’re right, Christmas is beautiful. But you make this magic” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked softly.

“You bring the magic to life. You decorate, do so much of the shopping, plan our yearly snow photos, Santa visits, cookie baking. The memories, the laughter, the magic...you bring them all. You make them all happen” he replied, still slowly moving us around the living room.

Tears filled my eyes as I sniffled a little.

Joe peeked down at my face, before he stopped dancing and gently moved my face closer to his.

“Why are you crying, baby?” He asked, concern crossing his face.

“Because, that was probably the best Christmas gift you’ve ever given me. I do it because I love you both, and I love Christmas, I’m glad I can make you both feel the magic. I just never felt I brought it, that’s all. Thank you, Joey.” I said through happy tears.

Joe kissed me gently, his thumbs swiping away the tears that had spilt over.

“Thank you, baby. For the magic and all the joy bring to my life. Not just now, but always. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Joe” I replied before kissing him again.

Slowly we began to sway again, The Christmas Song, sung by Ol Blue Eyes, began to play softly.

The Santa gifts could wait, just one more dance.

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[borhap-au]

Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.

“You’d be better off with someone else”

Despite thinking long and hard, you weren’t able to answer the question “what you like the most about yourself,” because the truth was, there wasn’t such a thing. You hated your looks and your personality and your insecurity and… well, everything. The only good thing you found in your life was your relationship with Joe. He was a great boyfriend, very patient and understanding, but also loving and gentle. You loved spending your time with him – that is of course until the insecurity kicks in and ruin all the fun for you. You looked at him – a handsome, attractive man with a great sense of humor and amazing personality – and you couldn’t believe you dated him. But what you couldn’t believe even more, is why he dated you. In your opinion, he could’ve had any girl. He was charming, interesting and famous. There wasn’t a bad quality about him that you knew about. And yet he chose you, a “walking disaster,” as you liked to call yourself. And from that insecurity (and only from it, because Joe gave you no reason to think that) stem the idea that he will soon realize how bad you are, and how much better he can do, and he will leave you. So to save yourself some of the pain, you slowly started to distance yourself from him to make it easier later. It didn’t escape his attention.

You were sitting on a couch, watching a movie, but it wasn’t the usual scenario. Before, you would be snuggling to him and he would be petting your back. Right now, you were sitting at a distance, focusing on the movie instead of your boyfriend. He noticed.

“Y/N?” He looked at you concerned. “Did something happen?” He knew he had to be careful around you when you were feeling down. You were very fragile and he didn’t want to do anything to accidentally make it worse.

“No, why?” You looked at him for a short while and then came back to watching the movie. He moved closer to you and put his arm around you. You didn’t object, but your body was visibly tense.

“Are you sure? You seem a little different tonight,” he, on the other hand, paid no attention to the movie. He was completely focused on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied. It wasn’t a comfortable situation for you either. You missed his touch, but when you finally got it, you felt like you didn’t deserve it, like he should be with someone else right now, someone better than you. So you felt guilty for wasting his time.

“What’s with the distance then? And the sudden urge to watch the movie? We’ve seen it twice already, you never paid much attention to it,” he explained, but in truth, it wasn’t just about tonight. He felt your change of behavior much earlier than that, but for a while he thought it was just a phase that would soon pass.

“Third time’s a charm. I thought since we watched it so many times already, it would be nice to see the full movie at least once, to know what it is about,” he nodded at your answer. It sounded reasonable and you felt even worse about lying now that he believed in it.

He let it go for some time. Later that evening, you were making dinner and he came up to you, hug you from behind and started kissing your neck, as he usually did, to make your cooking a more pleasant experience. Usually you stopped, at least for some time, to enjoy his touch, but tonight you just continued making the meal ignoring his affection. You even moved away, trying to reach some ingredients, without minding his embrace. He stepped back.

“What is it this time?” he asked knowing very well it was never about the movie. He looked at you hurt and disappointed, but more in himself than in you. He hated the fact he couldn’t help you feel better.

“It’s nothing, really. I’m just really hungry, want to make the food quickly,” lies again. He didn’t fall for it twice, but he nodded his head, knowing you won’t tell him. You sighed seeing that. You didn’t want your last days together to be like that. You wanted him to have nice memories of you. “Don’t worry, Joey,” you muttered quietly while coming back to cooking. “The next girl will treat you better.”

“What?” he raised his brow, not believing what he just heard. “My next what?”

“Next girlfriend,” you repeated, not looking at him.

“Where did that come from? Why would I want another girlfriend?” he asked, visibly confused. He definitely didn’t expect to hear that.

“You know, someone who’s worthy of you. Someone… Who isn’t me,” it wasn’t easy to say, but it resonated in your mind for some time now. You believed wholeheartedly that you weren’t good enough for him.  

“If my future girlfriend isn’t you, then I don’t want her,” you smiled under your breath hearing that. It was very sweet of him to say that.

“Joey, we both know you deserve so much better than me. Prettier, skinnier, smarter and funnier,” you said, trying to smile, but it wasn’t easy. “You deserve someone who will make you happy, instead of constantly getting you down. You deserve someone around who you won’t have to mind your words. A relationship in which you can be yourself, unapologetically, without always doing something for the other person.”

“I am unapologetically myself around you. It doesn’t bother me that you feel down sometimes. I mean of course, it’s a problem in a sense I would immediately want to make you feel better and I don’t like when you’re sad, but it’s not a thing that would make me break up with you, ever,” he held your hand to show you he means it.

“Baby, you can have a girl that’s so much prettier than me. And sexier. What about your friend? Or my cousin, you know which one,” you said and he laughed softly.

“Really, girly? You’re going to advertise me other women?” he smiled and pet your cheek. “I don’t want any other type of figure or any other type of beauty. I want your beauty. Why do you think I’m not capable of making my own decisions? I’m pretty grown up actually. I know you and I love what I know. I fell in love with you and not anyone else. And I’m very content with my choice. So let me have what I want, okay?”

“You will soon realize how awful I am and change your mind. Just wait, I know you will. And I don’t want to be around to have my heart broken when that happens,” he sighed hearing that and took his hand away.

“Really? You think I’m so moody that I would break up the happiest relationship I’ve ever had because of a whim? We don’t fight, we have mutual goals and we love each other. Why would anything change if it’s all so good? I like it now, I want to see no changes apart from you being happier and more confident in this relationship, because we… Well, we love each other still, right? I mean, do you love me?”

“Of course I do. I would be a fool not to love you,” you answered.

“That’s exactly how I feel about you. I love you, and I want to be with you and you only. You’re perfect for me, no one else is,” he reassured you. You sighed.

“I’m not perfect,” you muttered, and he came to you and hugged you tightly.

“You’re perfect for me. There are girls who have other qualities, maybe they have something that you want, but for me, you’re all I need. You have all the qualities I want in a girlfriend. You say there are skinnier girls? Girls that feel happier more often? Maybe. But at the same time I’m sure they would be annoying, or bossy, or whatever else. They have other qualities, sure. Qualities I don’t need. I chose you with my sane mind. I knew who you are and I chose you. Now I got to know you even better and I would still choose you, every time,” you hugged him tightly and started crying quietly.

“Even if I’m so boring…?” you muttered quietly.

“You’re not boring,” he reassured you, petting your back. “Actually, you’re fascinating to me. I love listening to you, especially when you’re passionate about something. It’s just so entertaining to watch. And I love looking at you, because you’re just my type. You have such a unique type of beauty, it’s so hard to find someone like you. And I found everything I ever needed in you.”

“What if you find someone better?” you didn’t look up saying that.

“Better from perfect? I don’t think so. I don’t know how I can explain that to you in other words, but life is not about being skinny, having perfect hair and clothes. For me relationships aren’t about that. That actress that you like so much? If I were with her you would probably think “that’s what he deserves,” meanwhile I would be suffocating in that relationship. Because she wouldn’t want to spend time with me like we do together, she would have other priorities, she wouldn’t get my sense of humor or whatever else. Your personality is perfect for me. So is your body, but I assume you won’t believe in that yet. But it’s true. So please, don’t push me away. Having this distance between us is a torture, really. Please, let us both be happy. Just be with me, and I’ll try to do anything I can to appreciate you like you should be appreciated. Can you do that for me?” You slowly nodded your head and only then looked him in the eyes. He smiled at you and kissed your lips softly.

“You’re sure you don’t want anyone else?” you asked after the kiss.

“I’m sure. Can you please stop asking me this question? I want you and you only. Did I ever do anything to make you feel otherwise?”

“No…,” you muttered quietly.

“So, please, don’t overthink it. If I had anything new to say to you, I would just say it, I wouldn’t expect you to learn that from some signs I’d give you. Really, I love you, and I will continue to love you, even if you break up with me. But please, don’t. I’m crazy about you,” he smiled, petting your cheek. You stood on your toes and kissed him softly. He kissed you back.

“Thank you,” you smiled after the kiss.

“Don’t thank me for that. And come on, you were hungry. We got to finish the meal,” said and this time he actually helped you out, not just by kisses. Although he planted some on your head and shoulder, because without them, it just wouldn’t be the same.

[assembledherethevolunteers]

Day 24- Christmas Morning

A/N: Prompt #24 for @acdeaky ‘s writing challenge! This is the last one! I had so much fun writing all of these and I wanted to thank Katie for setting all this up! I hope that everybody that read them (not just mine, but everybody’s) enjoyed them. Everybody have a Merry Christmas!

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female!Reader

Summary: Christmas Morning with the Mazzellos.

Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows

 You heard your alarm going off and reached over to grab your phone to turn it off.

You heard a groan next to you.

“Seriously, we have to get up now?” Joe asked you.

“Not my fault your mother wants us all at Mass at 8AM,” you snuggled closer to him.

Joe wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss to your forehead. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

You smiled, your eyes still not fully opened yet. “Merry Christmas.”

You smiled as one of your nieces opened the gift you and your husband got her, about three hours later.

“A HATCHIMAL!” She cried and held up the (in your opinion) weird egg encased stuffed animal.

“What do you say?” Her father, your brother-in-law, John said in a very knowing tone.

“Thank you!” She grinned at you and your husband, Joe as she got up and gave you both hugs. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“You’re very welcome, sweetheart,” Joe told her as she kissed his cheek.

“Alright, I think that’s everything!” Your mother-in-law proclaimed before turning to you. “Except, there’s one more for y/n.”

You bushed slightly. You’d just become officially part of the Mazzello family in October, even though you and Joe had been together for nearly 3 years. You loved your in-laws.

One of your sister-in-laws got up and went into another room.

“Virginia, you really didn’t...”

“Oh hush, this is from all of us.”

Your sister-in-law came back and handed you a semi heavy package, perfectly wrapped in snowflake paper.

You slowly peeled off the paper and as soon as you saw what it said, you started crying.

Two and a Half Years Before

“Wow, Mrs. Mazzello, this is amazing,” you smiled shyly at the woman at the head of the table after eating some of the roast she’d made. You were meeting your boyfriend’s family for the first time and you were nervous. You knew Joe’s family were incredibly important to him and you knew he wanted them to like you. YOU wanted them to like you. “You’ll have to give me the recipe.”

“Oh can’t do that, dear. Old Mazzello recipe.” She did give you a smile, but didn’t elaborate.

‘Alright’ you thought, not sure if she was serious or not.

Now

It had turned into a family inside joke. Basically everything that was made and you made a positive comment about was “an old Mazzello recipe”.

You’d opened a cookbook. The cover of the cookbook was handmade and said “THE OLD MAZZELLO RECIPES”.

You tried to read it through your tears, but it became incredibly difficult. You looked up at all of them and tried to say ‘thank you’ but only a barely audible squeak came out.

“Do you like it?” Virginia asked, seemingly concerned.

“I love it,” you answered, still thickly.

“Auntie Y/N! I put my lemonade recipe in there!”

“I put my popcorn!”

Suddenly all the kids were shouting what they put in and you realized that this had a recipe from everyone in the family. Once your eyes were clear, you flipped through it and saw drawings too. Your eyes weren’t clear anymore.

“Do you really like it?” Joe whispered in your ear.

You turned to him with tears still in your eyes. “It’s perfect.”

Joe grinned at you. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” 

You grinned back. “Merry Christmas.”

[80s-roger]

when love must die: joe mazzello

summary: you're married to joe mazzello for three years; the best three years of your life and the previous three dating and later being engaged. however, since day one of your marriage, you try for a successful pregnancy but they all end up failed. your most successful pregnancy was an IVF one, but the tube baby didn't make it at the last day of the first trimester. 

portray: current joe obv, female reader at 30.

words: 2306

warnings: unprotected sex, fluff, domestic violence experience, argument.

note: there will be part two.

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Joe was at the set, he'd be back home soon for dinner. The table was ready and you got yourself a pregnancy test. You ran to the bathroom upstairs to finally find out. Plus or minus? You didn't have your period since the last time you had sex with him -almost two months ago- and you were excited if it was because of a fetus growing inside you.

You took the test, sitting impatiently at the toilet's cap, waiting for the result. You wished it was a plus symbol, meaning you're pregnant. Unfortunately, it had just a horizontal line. You were disappointed again. Crying loudly because your husband wasn't home, so you finally had the time to let it all out. You've been praying days and nights to have a baby. It's unfair for you when other women throw their newborns at the litter.

Suddenly the door opens fastly and you were scared to death. You got relieved as you saw Joe looking at you with terror in his eyes.

"What happened?" He asked terrified sitting next to you, placing you in his big arms.

You didn't say a word. The tears wouldn't stop running. He erased them with his fingers, until he noticed the test next to you. He looked at you without saying a word. He took it at his hand and saw it was negative. He threw it at the bin and pulled you closer, rubbing your back.

"It's going to happen. Don't worry." He whispered.

Thankfully, he was really supportive on this. He wants to be a dad as much as you want to be a mum but he is patient and never stresses you on this. You've seen your doctor and he says it's just your nature. Nature? A woman's nature after unprotected sex, is getting pregnant, having a fetus growing at her uterus for nine months and later having it in her arms, breastfeeding it. You can't try forever. There will be someday, you'll reach menopause.

Joe and you walked at the kitchen, ready to eat your dinner. He places you at your chair but you had no will on eating.

"Baby you gotta eat." He said after taking a bite of his portion.

"I'm not hungry..." You sobbed, placing your dish away from you.

"It's probably too early for the test to know..." He mentioned the test, trying to make you feel better.

"It's been almost two months, not two days." You commented, looking at him. Your dinner stopped. It was just talk.

"I'm trying to help here. I know it's hard, but we'll make it." He placed his palm over your hand.

"It's easier said than done Joe. Do you have any idea how terrible I feel?" You whimpered. "We're trying for three years, we'd have a baby by now." You stuttered.

"It's fine Y/N... I'm patient enough to make space for your emotions." he explained.

"Why are you even married with me? I'm nothing but an obstacle to your new family." You pledged. It was so sad.

"You're my family. What are you talking about?" He sat on his knees, kissing your hands. He proposed to you on one knee. Good memories.

"But you want kids. And we lost the older one. Remember?" You reminded him. His eyes darkened.

"I remember. But that does not prevent me from not being with you. I can't even imagine my life without you." He implied and caressed your cheek.

"I love you Joe." You silently wailed and he leaned closer to you.

"And I love you." He toned. "Listen, how about going upstairs and lay? I'll be there in a few, I have to fix the table." He smiled and you nodded.

You closed the door behind your bedroom, changed to your nighty and laid on the bed, calling your mum.

"Hey mum." You said.

"Hello darling, how are you?" She asked. You didn't reply. "Um.." she started. "You tried again, didnt you?" She knew about your lack of fertility.

"Yes, it was negative." You answered.

"What did he say?"  She somehow didn't really like Joe, but Joe didn't give a shit.

"He's nothing but a supportive and patient husband." You nod your head feeling great for being his wife.

"And what are you going to do now?" She curiously asked.

"Try again, I guess..." You implored.

"But you've seen that sex won't help you get pregnant." she decreed.

"And where are you getting with it? Doing medical procedures in cold laboratories?" You gasped.

"Keep that method, it almost happened. Your husband has money to afford it." she had the nerve to instruct.

"It's not only his money, but mine too. We both work. We'll both raise this baby." You corrected her. "I just called you to let you know it was one more unsuccessful try. You won't know about it by the day you'll see me with a baby in my arms." You elaborated and hang up your phone without hearing her answer.

Five minutes later, Joe came to your bedroom. He took off his clothes and went inside your bathroom, taking a shower. It didn't last long and he was next to you, on his towel, around his waist. He sat next to you when his big palms caressed your stomach. That move made you whimper.

"Don't cry, it'll happen." He really is an optimist person. He wiped off some of your tiny tears ready to escape from your eyes. "I don't know if it's the appropriate time, but do you want us to try again? Or should we go for in vitro fertilization?" He gently asked.

"I don't want IVF, I don't feel comfortable there. Only with you." You disclosed and he came closer to your face kissing you gently.

His big hands caressed you everywhere. You looked so tiny beneath him, however it made you feel important. Your hands kept touching his attractive biceps until he removed the towel around him, staying naked on top of you. With one move, he removed your nighty and massaged your breasts, when his face leaned towards your neck, giving you soft kisses. He finally removed your underwear and trusted inside you. His moans were so deep and his eyes locked in you. Your arms, around his neck and his back, giving small nail scratches.

"I love you Joe." You moaned between the thrusts you received.

"I love you too y/n ..." He softly said when you felt him moving deeper. He knew every inch of your body. Literally. He knew how deep you could take him and how much. "Babe, are you close?" He asked making sure you'd finish too.

"Yes..." You moaned kissing his lips.

"Alright, because I am." he caressed your cheek and his moves were sudden and slow, which means he was done inside you, possibly fertilizing you. You came together and after removing himself from you, he wore his underwear and helped you get your clothes too. He covered you with the layers and hugged you tight.

"I hope this time it's happening." You said at his arms.

"Fingers crossed." He smiled at you.

You were the little spoon tonight; Joe was hugging you from behind and you felt protected. This is how he makes you feel everytime you're together. You're just made for each other.

You woke up in the middle of the night, sweating and frightened of your nightmare. You stood up from your bed crying loudly. Joe next to you grabbed a bottle of water, you always have at your stand, offering it. He gently rubbed your back telling you to calm down, it was just a bad dream, it's not reality. But what if it really is? What if you really are infertile? You were on the edge of going insane. He pulled you closer, playing with your hair so you'd eventually return to your sleep.

The next morning, Joe wasn't next to you. He probably went downstairs, making breakfast. You had to get ready and see him at the kitchen. But you heard speeches coming from there as you walked the stairs so you decided to eavesdrop. There was your younger brother Ben talking with him. That's how you actually met each other. Ben set you up.

"How's things?" Ben asked. You didn't really talk to him about you and Joe but Joe does. They are like best friends.

"Terrible." Joe admitted and Ben looked at him confused. "I mean, I love her but we keep failing on growing our family." He explained and took a sip of his coffee.

"How long have you been trying?" He asked preoccupied.

"Since the wedding night, counting three years." He declared.

"I've heard my mother talking with y/n about it but I didn't really pay attention. However, how do you feel about it?" Ben questioned.

"I can't blame y/n about this, it's happening to many women but I also can't see myself without kids." He opened up to his best friend. You instantly felt heart broken.

"And then what? Will you divorce her because of that? She loves you more than anything Joe." Ben explained.

"I can't divorce her. She's my everything. But I also don't want to keep trying. I want to have babies in this big house as soon as possible. I don't want to age." He shook his head broken hearted.

"You do feel sad about it. Do you have any idea how sadder it is for her? A baby is a bless." Ben protested. You wanted to hear more. They'd stop the conversation if you appeared in the kitchen.

"I'm not pressuring her. When we did the IVF, we were sure it'd happen but it died too. How many possibilities does she have when she gets older? Less than they already are." Joe questioned himself. Ben didn't say a thing.

You decided to get inside the kitchen, pretend like you heard nothing.

"Good morning sis." Ben smiled at you.

"Morning Ben." You neutrally said, faking what you thought before. You couldn't hide your anger at Joe's confession.

"Good morning my love." Joe attempted kissing you but you backed off. Both of them noticed your reaction and stared each other confused. "So um, are you okay?" He checked on you.

"I'm perfect." You lied. You're dying inside.

"Maybe I should get going." Ben felt the tense and had to leave.

"Yes you should. I'll take you to the door." You raised you eyebrow at him.

You were with Ben at the door and Joe eavesdropped without being noticeable.

"The next time you'll talk with Joe about my lack of fertility, I'll murder you." You threatened him.

"You know you can't do it sis." He joked.

"I can't, but I can cut your balls and you'll see who's the weak." You aggressively said to him and he didn't say a word.

"Damn sis, okay." He was defeated and left your home leaving you with your husband.

He came out of the kitchen guilty. But it wasn't his fault. You just wanted to throw your weight somewhere else.

"You heard us?" He silently asked.

"Are you joking? Of course I did. Is that what you talk about with your friends outside?" You angrily argued.

"No! He asked me! Besides he's your brother, he can know about it." he pointed out.

"I don't want him to know! I won't even let my mother know from now!" You attacked.

"Fine! But he's my best friend! I want to talk to someone! Why don't you let me do it? I never pressure you so stop pressuring me!" He shouted leaving you at a staring shock.

"I want you to leave right now Joe." You silently closed your eyes pointing at the door. "And tell everyone we can't have kids because I am infertile." You were so ironic.

"Where will I go? Are you kicking me out of my home?" He concede.

"Yes I do and don't come back. I'm angry." You walked inside the kitchen and he followed you.

"But you'll be over it by evening." He calmly said.

"No I fucking won't!" You threw him a glass and it accidentally fell down at his feet, with some pieces of glass hurting his arms.

"You arrogant bitch!" He yelled coming to your place menacingly. "You want to kill me now or what?" He raised your hand on you and covered yourself with your arms, afraid if he'd hit you. Flashbacks of domestic violence crossed your mind. Your alcoholic father hitting you in every chance he'd get.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry!" You sat down at the floor, crying loudly and hiding yourself, so he wouldn't harm your body but your arms.

After Joe finding out what he was doing he shockingly moved his arms and sat in front of you, getting you inside his arms. He started crying too.

"I am sorry y/n, I didn't mean to do it! I'm just so sad." He whimpered at your neck.

"Please Joe, divorce me. I can't keep making you unhappy." You cried at his chest, avoiding the eye contact.

"I can't do it. I love you, I'm literally attached to you, mentally, emotionally and physically. I just can't." He kissed you. "We'll find some way to fix it. We can do it, I know." He silently cried, hiding his voice cracks.

[borhapparker]

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

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

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

word count: 4.3k

series masterlist  |   teaser |   chapter one | chapter two

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

'You done, beautiful? Need a ride?'

Shaking her head, she smiled before texting back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lieutenant, she's inside."

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shook his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I did it in my sleep."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Rachel must've already been gone."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not again.

-

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

"What do you have for us?"

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

Joe sighed, "They don't match."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tell the detectives what you just told me."

"I think Rachel is in another Youniverse."

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

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

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

"Yes, Vixy Platinum."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

Well, maybe Erik can help.

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

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

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

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

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

"Lieutenant, we found the cabin."

Search it!

"No need. Lauren's alive."

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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?

[x-reader-theater]

Okay but, my letter to female reader insert writers is almost to 1k notes? Um, thank you all so much for spreading this as much as you have! This is incredible! To all my male and Non-Binary/Gender Non-Conforming readers, I’m so happy you agree, and showing support for this invasion of our spaces! 

And to my female readers and writers, thank you for taking the time to listen to my, and my fellow male/gender non-conforming readers and writers thoughts. I have seen a little change so far, but this is a wider issue that effects more than just a couple people. This is a multi-fandom issue that can’t just be solved by one post. My female readers and writers, you have to show that you are serious by changing your posts, getting out of our tags, and making sure you clearly show who the reader is for, and make sure your writing makes sense to a non-female centric audience if you are writing something that is not just for women! 

Thank you for taking the time to listen to me, and thank you for almost 1k notes on the post. If you want to see the original post you can do so here. Also, please, please, please share your own experiences with this, vent your own frustrations, reblog artists work, especially male and non-binary/gender non-conforming writers. We barely get any notes as it is and it would mean the world if you could take the extra time to even just quick reblog. Supporting artists does not ruin the theme of your blog. Thank you, I love you all! 

[artificialbreezy]

Dream Job with a Dream Boy:

AN: I’m so sorry I was gone for so long but I am back and i am ready to write all sorts of shit for you guys, this isn’t my best writing but I hope you like it

TW: slight mention of alcohol and being drunk

I had just finished cosmetology school when I got the best job offer I could have wished for. A hair stylist for a hollywood movie. I was going to be a part of the Bohemian Rhapsody crew. Being fresh out of school meant I was still a little young, only 20 to be exact, and not much experience. But I was gonna prove that this is what I wanted. I was assigned the actor Ben Hardy, which for me was a little nerve wracking. I’ve seen him a few things before and was a bit of a fan so I ended up a little starstruck when I heard about it.

It was the first day of filming when I heard a knock at my workstation door and there he was, Ben Hardy. I collected myself and went to the door.

Smiling I open the door, “Hello, my names y/n i’m gonna be working with you for the movie!”

Ben looked at me with a kind smile and said “Well hello love, I’m Ben” he reached his hand out for what I assumed was a hand shake so I leaned forward and shook his hand. “If you come over here we can get this party started” I said to him. All I could think of was really, the party started. what the hell was I even doing. Overall the first day went really well actually, he told me about his girlfriend and their breakup, his dog, and we talked about the other boys, and even fucking Roger Taylor came in and talked to us while I worked on Ben’s hair.

Let’s fast forward to a couple weeks into filming. I’ve met all the boys, who are absolute angels. As I was working on the wig for Ben, he looked over at me and said “so, Joe’s having a little get together thing at his place tonight, would you maybe wanna be my date?” I looked up at him and smiled, “I would love too” I said. I got Ben ready and off he went to go get filming done today. After filming we got the wig off and he went off to wardrobe to get unchanged. About 30 minutes pass and I hear a knock at the door. “Come in!” I yelled from the back of my trailer. Ben opened the door and said, “Hey doll! Are you ready to go?” I came walking towards the front of the trailer with a smile of my face and I nodded my head. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the trailer. We walked out to his car, hand in hand. Inside my mind i was honestly just like god I can’t believe this is actually happening. It took us about 20 minutes to get to Joe’s. Ben is absolute gentleman, once we got to Joe’s, he came over and opened my door for me. But we walked up to the front door and before we could even knock at the door, Joe opened the front door and smiled at us and said “Hey guy’s!” and handed both of us drinks. To myself I thought damn someone’s already a little drunk. I chuckled a little and grabbed the drink. Ben was just watching me as I sipped on the drink, every time I looked over at him, he would smile and it just brought a calming sense to me. Ben knew I was only 20, so I assume he was just making sure I didn’t over do it. But fast forward a couple hours, it’s around like 10:30 and i’m 6 drinks in and i’m feeling it now. Ben stopped talking to a drunk Joe and walked over to me and Lucy and said “Love, we should get you back home before you get too drunk.” So I nodded and stood up and as soon as I stood up I immediately went right back down. Ben looked at me worried and grabbed my hand to help, once I was up he wrapped his arm around me and helped me out to the car. Drunkenly I said “Ya know Ben, I really like you” he chuckled and smiled and said “I really like you too honey, but let’s get you home and in bed”. We finally got to my apartment and he walked me all the way to bed, “Ben will you stay the night?” I asked. He looked at me and said “Of course I will”

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

The Press Tour

New York City, the final stop.

Part I     Part II

Warnings: Full smut ahead, but wow is it soft 

After looking in the mirror one more time, I sent up a silent prayer to the god who hated me so much, just in case they wanted to make amends, for tonight to go off without a hitch.

This was it, the final stop: New York City.

I knew the boys were tired, but they had done so well, and there had been no more disasters like the one in Italy. In fact, they hadn’t made a single demand of me since that calamitous side trip.

Although, not everything about it was a disaster.

There was this thing now between Rami and me. It was something palpable that had been birthed after our shared bed in that dilapidated motel room. I found myself thinking about him all the time, and I knew he was thinking about me, too.

Our conversations had become more natural, more intimate, and we often found ourselves taking our meals together, whether it be in a little place out of the way in the city we were in or in one of our hotel rooms at some ungodly hour when humans weren’t meant to be doing anything other than sleeping, watching the local news on TV in a language neither of us knew.

And now, as I looked at myself in the mirror, instead of a face full of pure elation, I was haunted by eyes that were trying to suppress a niggling dread. The tour had done just what I’d hoped it would do; it made me a success, and I already had to hire two assistants to help me work on the next press tour bookings.

As of midnight tonight, the Bohemian Rhapsody press tour was officially done.

Tomorrow, Rami Malek, soon-to-be global film star, would be on his way to LA to seek a few days solace with his family after spending so long on the road.  

And I would be flying to London by the week’s end to start a new press junket.  

Normally, I spent the main events in the wings, dressed head to toe in black, trying my best not to be seen as I worked.

But tonight was a celebration, of the film and of the boys, and a personal celebration of my success. I had chosen a blue, deep v-neck dress that was definitely a stand-out piece. I let hair and makeup have a go at me, although I skipped the heavy red-carpet makeup in favor a more natural look.

I knew I looked lovely.

With one final smoothing of my gown, I grabbed my clutch and headed down to meet the team in the lobby.

As soon as the boys noticed me, I was greeted with a chorus of catcalls that made me roll my eyes and wave at them to stop it. I didn’t need that kind of attention when the Brian May and the Roger Taylor were laughing with their wives and friends a few feet away at the bar. It was surreal to even believe that I was breathing the same air as them.

Besides, all that mattered was the way Rami was looking at me, almost as if he were seeing me for the first time after a long separation, even though we had all sat up in the hotel lobby, late into the night drinking, laughing, and celebrating.

I did my rounds, making sure everything was on schedule, but I could feel his eyes on me and every time I looked in his direction, he was watching me.

After answering a few last-minute questions, I made my way over to the boys, and they began again with the low whistles and praises.

“That’s embarrassing,” I hissed. “I am—and have been—an attractive woman this entire press tour. Show a little skin and you can’t handle it!”

Rami smiled and once again, he stepped in to save a sinking ship.

“It’s not what you’re wearing. You’re glowing, Y/N. Pride? I mean look at this! You did it,” he said, his voice lowering and very obviously filled with pride for my work.

“Rami’s right,” Gwilym added. “We owe you a great big thank you—for getting the film this level of exposure and for keeping us sane along the way.”

“Mmm, sane is a pretty subjective term,” Joe said, drawing chuckles out of us before he looked at me and spoke a very genuine thank you.

I felt myself tear up, so I leaned in and gave Joe a quick hug before rushing off to get everyone properly queued for the red carpet.

* * * * *

Tucked away in a dark corner of the after party, I typed up an answer to an email that just couldn’t wait until the morning.

I sucked in a breath when Rami appeared at my elbow, offering me a glass of champagne.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, his beautiful eyes sparkling.

I took the champagne, grateful for his attentiveness.

“Wait—” he interrupted, his fingers brushing the back of my wrist before the glass reached my lips. “A toast?”

I smiled, nodding for him to continue.

“To us.”

“Alright,” I said slowly, my grin barely faltering as I echoed, “To us,” and raised my glass to my lips.

Our eyes never left one another’s as we drank that first sip of our toast, but our stolen moment was short lived as another throng of people spotted Rami and engaged him in conversation.

With a last, lingering glance, I slipped away.

* * * * *

It was almost 2 am when I slid my key into the lock of my door and cursed as it blinked red. I slid it again, and cursed again.

“Third time’s a charm,” rumbled a familiar, deep voice close enough to my ear to make my arms break out in goosebumps.

“Rami,” I whispered as my eyes slipped shut for a moment, my hand trembling as the card hovered just before the magnetic strip.

His lips pressed quickly against my bare shoulder.

“I know what’s at stake, Y/N. Fate brought us closer together once. Let it decide again. If it turns green, we spend the night together.”

I took a deep breath, shakily exhaling as I said, “You do it—I . . . I can’t.”

In one smooth motion, as if he already knew our fate, he plucked the keycard from my fingers and swiped it through the lock, both of us watching as it blinked green.

My head tried to whip in his direction, but he was already pushing me through the door as he leaned into the handle. As soon as the door clicked behind us, Rami pinned me against the wall and kissed me.

We had come so close that night in the motel and had I known that it would be anything, anything like this, I would’ve just done it—I would have kissed him and then let him fuck me and I would have taken Joe and Gwil’s tormenting with absolute glee.

Rami’s lips molded themselves over mine in that first brutal press that marked him as claiming me. He exhaled into the kiss then began moving his mouth, working mine open until he could slide his tongue between my lips. The feeling of his tongue swirling with mine sent a flood of arousal to my core and a rush of blood to my ears.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe so I pushed him back, just to look in his eyes.

His polychromatic eyes looked dark blue in the dim light of the lamp I had forgotten I had left on. They were alert, despite the exhaustion of the evening, and they flicked between mine, trying to read whether I wanted him to continue or to stop.

Before he could speak, I reached out and grasped his face in my hands, running my thumbs over the smooth skin of his cheeks before I let them fall to ghost over his jaw. His eyes slipped shut and his lips stayed parted as I slid my hands down his neck and to the shoulders of his grey and black-striped suit. I slipped my fingers underneath the jacket and grasped his shoulders, pushing the material down his arms.

He opened his eyes as he wriggled free, and this time, he encircled my waist and pulled me to his body. He stepped into the hug and squeezed me tight, and I thought again about how he had looked at me tonight.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran one hand through his hair, the side of my face pressed tightly against his as we both just stood there, inhaling the presence of the other, cementing this fantasy into a reality.

“Unzip me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Rami made a noise, deep in his chest, and his fingers immediately went to the back of my dress.

I clung to him as he slid the zipper lower, his fingers very purposefully trailing along each newly exposed expanse of skin.

My dress hadn’t allowed for a bra so the first barrier he encountered was the top of my matching, lace panties.

I stepped out of his embrace and moved farther into the room, facing away from him as I raised one foot up to slip off one of my heels, then the other; I worked myself the rest of the way out of my dress, finally letting it pool at my bare feet.

I could feel his eyes on me as I listened to him open the clasp on his watch, the sound of it dropping onto the desk so alluring that it made me shiver. Next went his cufflinks, and then he kicked off his shoes, and I waited, only turning my head when I could feel his breath on my neck.

“Do you know how many times I’ve gone to sleep thinking about your beautiful back? The way your soft skin felt under my fingers? The way all that tension loosened as I worked over your muscles?

“Do you know how often I’ve thought about this freckle?” he asked, his lips kissing my shoulder blade. “Or this one right here?”

I shivered as he kissed near the middle of my back.

“Or how often I’ve imagined running my hands over the gorgeous curves of your waist . . . like this,” he breathed as he touched me, pulling a sigh of contentment from my throat.

“Rami. I—”

“Shhh . . . let me take care of you.”

His touch. His voice. His praise. It was all so much better than anything I had built up in my mind.

I turned to face him, and his eyes ran greedily over my body.

“So fucking gorgeous.”

I smiled at his words and moved forward, wanting him to at least match me in my state of undress.

I worked the buttons on the front of his shirt and pulled the tails from his pants before pushing the fabric off of his body, just like his jacket. I took a moment to run my hands over his olive skin, scratching lightly at his well-groomed chest hair.

I reached up and wrapped my hand around the side of his neck, pushing his chin up with my thumb. I kissed down his neck, before licking back up to his jaw and pressing a kiss near his ear.

“Such a pretty face,” I said, pulling a crooked grin from him as I stepped back, my hands already on his belt.

I worked his trousers open and off without ceremony, and as soon as he was free of everything but his grey boxer-briefs, he pulled our bodies together, our torsos connecting for the first time as he kissed me, deeply and purposefully.

He hoisted me up, tripping over our clothes, and he clumsily deposited me on the bed while he tumbled in painfully on top of me.

“When you replay tonight, leave that part on the editing room floor,” he said, both of us softly laughing.

“No,” I said, still smiling as I situated myself underneath of him. “That was almost as romantic as you untying my shit-covered shoelaces.”

Rami laughed again, his eyes crinkling in the corners and his teeth flashing; god, he was beautiful when he was happy.

“That made the final cut, huh--Ohhh,” Rami breathed out as I cut him off by rocking into his hard cock.

“Ohhh,” I echoed, smiling up at him before pulling him into another kiss.

Rami broke this kiss to begin working his way down my body, moving slowly to learn what I liked, and by the time his lips were kissing along the edge of my panties, I needed him desperately.

He worked my underwear off my legs and tossed them over his shoulder; he grasped my knees and slid his hands up, gently pushing apart my thighs, moaning when he saw that I was glistening.

“So wet,” he murmured, unable to tear his gaze away.

“I need you, Rami—we’ve waited long enough.”  

He looked up at my words, then slid off the bed so he could take his underwear off. I barely had time to appreciate his cock before he was between my legs again, his tip sliding teasingly through my wetness.

“Uh, should we . . .”

“I’m good if you’re good—there’s no one else, Y/N,” he said with seriousness.

I nodded and pulled him onto me. He rotated a bit to the side to grasp his cock so he could slide into me, shallowly thrusting until he pushed all the way in and we both moaned.

“Feels better than I ever imagined,” he said before kissing me as he began to move.

“So much better,” I agreed, shifting my hips so he could thrust even deeper.

We built to a rhythm, Rami eventually shifting back onto his haunches so he could pull my body against his hips and thrust deep enough to make me feel lost to pleasure. I reached up to grasp the slats of the headboard and Rami leaned forward to run his hands over my breasts, pulling lightly on my nipples and making me gasp. He trailed his hands back down my body and at this angle, he was perfectly able to work my clit. He settled his hand on my mound and used his thumb to start applying pressure, asking me what I liked.

I directed him until I could no longer form any word other than “yes.”

His thrusts became erratic as he built up my pleasure, and he stilled as I came, watching me as I cried out, moaning, “Rami Rami Rami Rami.”

“So beautiful,” he whispered as he started to move again, and this time, he was moaning with every thrust at how tight and hot I was after my orgasm.

“Come, Rami. I wanna see your pretty face when you come,” I murmured, sitting up on my elbows as I met his thrusts, my own breath still coming in pants.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his hands anchoring my hips as he pistoned into me until he bit his lip and threw back his head as he came, looking just as beautiful as I had imagined he would.

I felt his cum splash inside of me, so hot and so much of it, and I shivered with pleasure as he lowered his head, an indentation on his lower lip where he had bitten down almost hard enough to draw blood.

Instead of pulling out, he settled on top of me, pushing himself still deeper inside. He held himself up, just enough not to hurt me but not so far as to have a gap between us. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest and I reached up to settle my fingers over his flushed skin.

“I can’t wait to wake up in the morning and do this again,” Rami said, sleep evident as his cock finally softened enough to slide out of me, both of us shifting our hips at the loss of contact.

“Should we, though? Maybe this is better as—”

“If you say that was a one-off, I will walk out of here, naked as the day I was born, bring the guys into this room, along with half of the rest of the tour managers, maybe even Bri and Rog if I run into them along the way, to explain to you what a dumbass idea that really is.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, sighing, “This is going to be so hard. You’re going to LA. I’m going to London—”

“We will figure it out,” Rami said, tucking his arms under me as he rolled onto his back and took me with him, pulling me on top of his body.

I chuckled and shivered at the cool air.

“Cold up there? If you agree to date me, I’ll let you pull up the covers.”

“Rami!” I said swatting at him as I tried to reach for the comforter.

“Nope. Date me.”

I laughed as he squeezed me, his face splitting into a grin as he knew I was trapped.

“Be serious!”

“I’ve never been more serious. You can’t tell me that wasn’t special—you literally cannot tell me that something hasn’t been working to push us together during this tour? How many mudslides could have possibly happened at that exact moment in that exact location at the exact time we all lost service for our cells? Hmm?”

“You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?”

“I already couldn’t stop thinking about you before that trip—fuck, that’s why we went on the trip. Now, imagine how much I thought about us after sharing a bed with you?”

I didn’t know what else to say so I kissed him. I kissed him because he was right. I kissed him because I was half in love with him already. I kissed him because I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. And I kissed him because no matter what tomorrow brought, I wanted to know that he would be there for it.

“Is that a yes?” Rami said smiling, knowing damned well it was a yes.

“Yes,” I said with an exaggerated huff.

“Good because I’m freezing!” he said, finally releasing me so he could reach down to pull the covers over us.

I shook my head and settled on to my side, waiting for him to wrap his arm around me, just like he did in Italy.

Rami shifted closer, his lips pressing kisses into my back as his arm finally wound around my waist.

“Better not hog the covers this time,” Rami said, his voice husky with impending sleep.

I snuggled back into him, smiling as I fell asleep, no longer needing to rely only on the memory of Rami’s arms around me as we shared a bed.

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[youre-in-the-psycho-circus]

Bass-ic Attraction | 6

Pairing: John Deacon x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,055

Summary: When Brian May’s cousin’s family is caught in a car accident and (Y/N) is the only survivor, she moves to London to live with the only family she has left. Little did she know her seemingly bleak, dark life would soon be filled with rock ‘n roll and maybe even a cute bassist.

Masterlist

A few weeks later, Brian sat on the couch watching some random television show that he had found when he heard (Y/N) and a male’s laugh from outside the door. He turned toward the source of the sounds, had she been on a date and not told him? Normally she told him everything, especially things like this. Now he was just curious as he felt himself getting slightly overprotective. He quickly turned his attention back to the television when he heard her keys  fumbling in the lock. “You’re such an idiot John! I told you that man was going to think we were undesirables when we look like this!”

“Well you would think he wouldn’t have thrown us out at least. I mean we were paying customers.” John laughed.

Brian turned toward the source of the chatter to see (Y/N) standing in the hall with a young man with long brunette locks he didn’t recognise at first. It took him a few moments but it came back to him in almost an instant, it was the guy she had brought to the gig last Saturday night. They were both filthy, covered in grease and dirt each carrying bags filled to the brim with electronic parts and amp cabinet pieces. “Hey.” Brian greeted them, alerting the pair to his presence.

Both of their heads snapped toward the new voice, any emotion leaving John’s face as he looked down and away from the guitarist while a wide smile spread its way across (Y/N)’s. “Hey Bri. I thought you, Roger and Freddie had a thing today.”

“Well you Rog decided it would be a great idea to kick a rock last night so he’s getting his foot x-rayed this morning.” He smirked before turning his attention to this man, this so called project partner, standing behind his cousin. “I’m Brian, (Y/N)’s cousin.” Brian introduced himself, politely holding a hand out to the new comer to shake.

“John Deacon, pleasure to meet you.” John politely introduced himself, shaking Brian’s hand, not wanting to be rude. His face remained stoic, obviously uncomfortable by not knowing Brian well, amid the fact that he was (Y/N)’s protective older cousin as well. “I’m uh... I’m (Y/N)’s partner...for an electrical engineering term project, that is.”

“Oh so you’re the one she brought to our concert a couple weeks ago.” Brian nodded thoughtfully. Really? This was the guy she was getting so defensive about? Surely he thought she could and would so so much better than him. But after seeing how shy he was being, he could see why it was she took a liking to him. He was like the male version of her. “Hope you enjoyed the show.” The guitarist shrugged trying to force some sort of conversation. Now was obviously not the time to grill him, but he was going to do anything and everything in his power to find out something about him before she disappeared with him, yet again. She had been with him almost every day that past week, there was no way their project was that complicated that they felt the need to meet up this much this early on in the term.

John bit the inside of his lip. He had told (Y/N) his true thoughts on the group, but telling the guitarist, a man who was practically her older brother, was another story. “Uh yeah, was great.” John stuttered becoming very aware of the fact that (Y/N) was no longer in the room with him as he shifted uncomfortably on his heels. He hoped whatever she was doing, she’d finish it quickly so they could get out of here and back to work...or whatever they had decided to do that that. The last week had been filled with coffee meet-ups, walks and study sessions in the park, and even a random bus ride out to Putney simply because they had nothing better to do.  “Great sound, kept the crowd moving.”

“We were rubbish that night.” Brian waved off. “Haven’t had enough practice with our new bassist yet. One day though.” He shrugged as (Y/N) leapt happily into the room.

“Alright I got our notes, lets go.” She smiled brightly at John as she held up the notebook with her scribbles and doodles all over the front cover. John let a small smile spread across his lips at her bubbly attitude, a gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by the guitarist. He had never seen such a smile on her face before, except that night in the pub when she sat opposite of John. Something about this boy really had her infatuated. He grew more and more wary of this Deacon fellow, the quicker she fell, the harder she’d hurt if it didn’t work out. “See you later Bri.” She waved as they picked up their parts and headed out the door. “Sorry about that, I thought my notebook was in my bag. I hope Bri didn’t grill you too badly.”

“No more than you could expect.” He shrugged with a chuckle as they made their way down the street to the tube stop. He was overjoyed to be out of that flat. Brian seemed like a nice fellow, but the last thing the electrical engineer wanted to do was make a bad first impression. He was almost certain he had, especially looking the way he did after their morning spent dumpster diving and junk yard hopping. John led her back to his small shared flat, thankful that his flatmates were all out somewhere when they entered. “Well this is it.” He said as he threw his keys on the kitchen counter. “Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks.” She said looking around the small flat. “Where’s your loo, I’d just like to wash this grease and junkyard dirt off my face.” She grimaced at the slimy feeling that plagued her.

“Right down the hall, first door on your left. I um…” he started, as she disappeared down the hall. “I don’t suppose you’d like a clean shirt, would you? You know, since yours is ripped...”

(Y/N) felt her face heat up with blush. The thought of wearing John’s clothes sent a tingle up her spine. As she glanced at herself in the mirror and saw just how damaged her own shirt was, from a rouge spring that had caught on and tore a huge hole across her belly. Wasn’t exactly the sexiest look that ever existed, and on top of that she knew she would be thinking about nothing but the hole for the rest of the night. The pair had a ton of work they had to do tonight too, she figured having something clean and less holey would be a better alternative, even if it were John’s. “If you don’t mind, yeah that’d be great.”

“I’ll grab you something then..” John called walking past the door to his room. (Y/N) looked up at herself in the mirror and saw just how filthy and disgusting  she actually was from their day of junkyarding and dumpster diving. No wonder they had been thrown out of the diner they had tried to get lunch at, the pair of them looked like a couple of homeless people. She made quick work of riding her face and hands of the muck and grime of the day’s events before John knocked on the open door. “Here you are.” He smiled softly at her in the mirror. “I’ll just be in the sitting room.”

“Thank you John.” She smiled back at him as he closed the door leaving her to change. She quickly, and rather gratefully peeled off the destroyed shirt before picking up the navy button up John had given her. It had his scent on it, cigarettes mixed with mint and sandalwood. She smiled pulling it over her shoulders, finding it slightly baggy on her once buttoned up. (Y/N) pulled her hair up into a messy bun before walking out into the sitting room where John was organizing the items they had gotten. He looked up upon hearing her footsteps. The young electrical engineer felt his heart flutter in his chest as he took in her appearance. (Y/N) never wore much makeup to begin with but by god, she was even more radiant without any at all, absolutely more stunning than any star he had ever seen in the sky. A natural beauty she was. And then her standing there in his shirt, how he wanted to slowly peel it from her body, kissing every single last… “John?” (Y/N) questioned waving her hand in his face trying to get his attention.

“Hmm what? What happened?”

“You spaced out a bit.” She giggled softly. “I was saying thank you for the shirt.

“Oh uh yeah! No problem I uh...I’m going to wash up myself! Help yourself to anything in the kitchen, pretty sure I’ve some biscuits in the cupboard above the sink.” John studdard quickly before scurrying off down the hall to the bathroom. He quickly slammed the door shut behind him before leaning up against it with a heavy sigh. This was going to be a long night wasn’t it?

At almost three in the morning, John and (Y/N) were still hard at work, sat on John’s couch fiddling with the wires of their Frankenstein’s Monster of an amp, the television serving as nothing but background noise at this point. The pair were both leaning into the back of the couch, John staring intently at the copper wires he was in the process of coiling to create the speaker for the amp. He stiffened slightly, feeling a heavy weight being applied to his shoulder on the side (Y/N) was sitting on. He stopped his movements, slowly turning his head to see the girl passed out on his shoulder, her coil still in her hands, mid winde. John couldn’t help the small smirk that slowly spread across his features, as he gently took the item from her hands before placing both hers and his on the table next to him. Slowly and carefully he moved, wrapping his arms around her, pulling the small female more onto his chest to make her more comfortable. John felt his smile grow further upon seeing the corners of (Y/N)’s lips turn up into a gentle smile in her sleep. She looked so peaceful, this was a sight John could get used to seeing. “Goodnight (Y/N/N)…” He whispered softly before he too dozed off.

(Y/N) awoke to the sun coming through the gap in the curtains. She shifted slightly with a soft groan snuggling into the pillow she was laying on. It took a few moments for it to register with her that her pillow was moving...not to mention holding her. She opened her eyes and slowly looked up to see the peacefully sleeping face of John, hair slightly covering his face. Her small movements were enough to stir life back into her project partner. Slowly John’s eyes fluttered open to reveal his stormy green irises, which promptly found (Y/N)s. He grinned sleepily at the female on his chest, (Y/N) giggled softly returning the smile. “Morning…” She mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

“Morning…” He sighed sleepily. “What time is it…?”

(Y/N) sighed snuggling back into John’s chest, prompting him to hold her a bit tighter to him, neither consciously realizing they were doing this. “Early…” She yawned looking at the clock on the wall. “7:37…What time did I pass out…?”

“Probably around three or so…” John mumbled, before sighing again, holding (Y/N) close. “This is nice…cuddling I mean...”

“...yeah…” (Y/N) sighed happily, snuggling further into John’s chest. She wasn’t quite sure why it was she was so comfortable with John so quickly. She never usually did this kind of thing with anybody, but with John, it just felt right. “...could honestly lay here forever…”

“Me…” John started to say as the door to the flat slammed open as his two flatmates appeared, back fresh from their ‘walk of shame’. The pair quickly pulled apart making themselves look busy as John introduced (Y/N) to them. The young electrical engineer sighed sadly as he looked over at (Y/N) with apologetic eyes. “I could’ve too…” He grinned. (Y/N)’s movement’s paused as her chocolate eyes met his stormy green grey ones again. There was that strange feeling again...he’d never tire of it.

Part 7

[borhap-au]

Joe Mazzello - the fluffy chronicles.

Only an assistant. 

It was really weird for you, how often Joe came around you when you were on set. You were working together for a few weeks. He was the star of the movie, while you were an assistant of an assistant, with your basic work requirements being “Hey, Y/N, bring me…” So you could never understand why he would even want to hang out with someone like you, since you were sure that to him, you must be nobody.

“Hey, will you join us for lunch?” he smiled at you one day and you looked at him confused.

“Me? Why?” you were used to sitting away from people, all alone, until somebody asked you to do something.

“Well, because we would all appreciate your company,” you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his smile was.

“We, meaning who exactly?” he mentioned a few names, most of them actors in this movie. “Why, so you can make fun of me?” he looked at you surprised, not believing what he’s just heard. “Cause that’s why you’re doing it, right? You have like a bet, who brings the biggest loser to the table? Why did you single me out? I was always nice to you, was that not enough?” He looked at you almost in shock.

“You really think I would ask you to sit with us to make fun of you? No, I wanted you to join us, maybe meet some new people. I’ve noticed you’re usually alone, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to meet someone new,” he explained, and you, of course, got offensive.

“Oh, so I’m a loser after all, huh? Someone you need to help because I’m not capable of doing basic human things, like finding myself a friend? Don’t worry, I refuse to be your charity case so you can go on without worrying about me now.”

“What did I do to you? Why are you mad at me? If I offended you, I’m sorry. I never meant to do that. All I wanted was to be nice and friendly,” he explained. “I promise.”

You didn’t look at him, you were visibly mad. He sighed.

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean it to sound bad. I just wanted you to join us, well, join me, because I like you and I enjoy your company. But I didn’t really know how to be straight-forward with it, so I asked to join our table instead. Sorry, I really didn’t want to make a fool out of myself.”

“You wanted me to join you?” you looked at him, not quite sure what he meant. What someone so amazing could’ve wanted to do with you, you wondered.

“I wanted to ask you out,” he knew he had to finally be open about it, because otherwise it would just lead to more misunderstandings. “But at first I wanted to test if you even enjoy my company enough to say yes, that’s why I wanted you to join me at lunch. So we could have a real conversation.”

“So ask me out. Don’t force me to spend time with people that don’t want me there. Let’s go out, together, and try things out on our own,” you suggested. He liked the idea, so he nodded, smiling.

“Yeah, I’d like that. So, are you free on Saturday? We’d go to a restaurant. That is, if you want to, of course,” he smiled, still a little shy and unsure.

“And you really want this? Like… not to just make fun of some random nobody?” you asked, disbelieving. You thought there were hidden cameras around you and he will soon tell you it was all just a prank.

“You’re not a nobody,” he said immediately, defending you from yourself. “You’re smart and funny.”

“And I work as an errand girl. Such a prestigious position…,” you said ironically.

“So what? Your job doesn’t define you. Everyone started somewhere. Neither I nor anyone I respect judges people based on their job. Everybody has to earn a living somehow. And I’m sure that thanks to your job, you met more fun people than I did,” he gave you a big smile.

“Well, yeah… You,” you smiled shyly. “I would like to go out with you, if you really want us to. I’m sure it’ll be fun.”

And it was fun. He took you to a very fancy restaurant in that part of the city you didn’t even go to. Of course he told you beforehand that it will be one of those restaurants that expects elegant clothes, so you came prepared. You both, without consulting each other, ordered the same thing, so food was your first topic. It turned out, you had a lot in common. From then on, your conversation went smoothly, and he was able to make you laugh easily.

“You really thought I wanted to make fun of you?” he asked finally, looking at you. You looked down.

“I didn’t want to believe it myself, because you were always nice and I didn’t think you were really an asshole, but… A lot of people make fun of me because of how insignificant my job is. I guess it came out of my insecurities and frustrations. I’m sorry you had to be the innocent victim,” you muttered and looked at him. He was smiling comfortingly.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not mad or anything. I just wanted to know whether I gave you a reason to think of me this way.”

“No, never,” you shook your head. “I was just hurt too many times I guess. It’s hard for me to trust people.” You smiled apologetically.

“I’m sorry to hear that you were hurt. But you don’t have to worry around me. I have no intention to hurt you. I really like you. And about those people who make fun of you because of your job – it’s the lowest of the low. Like literally, a job is a job and nobody should be judged for how they make money, unless they sell drugs or do other illegal business. And you actually have a cool job. You get to meet many interesting people and travel all around the world. Many people dream of a job like that. I mean it.”

“I don’t think anyone dreams of it, honestly…”

“I disagree. There are people who are introverts, who don’t want to be in the spotlight, but at the same time, they would like to have a chance to meet their favorite actor. So it’s a perfect job for many. Trust me, many people look at you and think you’re lucky. Even the people who said nasty things to you. The reason is always jealousy and their own insecurity. Happy people don’t put other people down,” he smiled at you and you actually believed him this time. You had to admit, he was right. “I know it’s easy to say, ‘don’t worry about those people.’ I know it’s not easy to actually stop caring. But the sooner you accept that they are in fact unhappy with their lives, so in turn, they want to bring other people down, the sooner you be much happier. You’re not the reason why they spread hate, they are. There’s nothing wrong with you and there’s a lot wrong with them.”

“That’s sweet of you to say. Thank you,” you smiled and he smiled back at you. “That’s how you deal with hate? Remember that it’s not your fault, but theirs?”

“Yeah. I know that many people wish to be in the position I’m in, to work with the people I worked with. So if they send me hate, I simply pity them for they have no life apart from jealousy. But if they hate on my fans, I have to react. It’s a different story. I can handle hate. But I won’t accept someone bringing my base down because they like me. It’s a really shitty thing to do. So I have to assure them they’re amazing and the haters are too sad and lonely to find actual friends so they only connect with other haters. Plain and simple.”

“Oh, yeah, I absolutely despise people who make fun of others because they like something else and they’re passionate about it. Like, there is no ‘superior music taste’ that makes you better than people listening to other genres. Or liking different movies. They are all made for the audiences to enjoy it, so if you enjoyed it, good for you. I could never understand how people say others are uneducated or uncultured because they liked something that the person didn’t like. Can we just all enjoy artists’ work in peace? We should only connect over what we like, not how much we hate others who like something we hate. It doesn’t even make sense.”

“I agree. So you understand it yourself, hate doesn’t make any sense,” he smiled and you nodded. “Imagine having nothing better to do than to spread hate. How sad is that?”

“Extremely sad…” you looked at him. “Thanks, Joe. You made me feel better.”

“That’s why I’m here,” he reassured you. “So, dessert?” he smiled and you took a menu.

“Always.”

[assembledherethevolunteers]

Day 13- Snowed In

A/N: Prompt #13 for @acdeaky ‘s writing challenge! I changed the prompt a little bit, but I still loved it

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female!Reader

Summary: You and Joe are roommates and have to deal with the power going out during a snow storm.

Warnings: Fluff , cursing, confessions, mentions of cheating

Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows

 You came stomping into your apartment building, trying to get the snow off your boots. It was mid-December so you shouldn’t have been surprised that there was snow, but it was still annoying.

You walked up the steps to your apartment, ready to just relax with a bottle of wine, and the book you were currently reading. Your day at work hadn’t been terrible, it was just long. It didn’t help that it was dark when you went to work and dark when you came home.

You walked inside your apartment, ready to relax. You went to your bedroom to change, turning the lights on as you did so. You changed, came back out, and went into the kitchen. You pulled the wine out of the fridge and started to pour yourself a glass when your apartment went dark.

You sighed. “Really?” You walked over and flipped the light a couple times, realizing that it wasn’t the light. “Shit.”

“Did we just lose power?” A voice came from behind you.

You jumped in the dark. “Fuck, Joe. You nearly gave me a heart attack!” You swatted at where you thought he was standing.

Your roommate chuckled. “Sorry, but you didn’t answer my question.”

You sighed. “No, I just magically turned all the power off in the building.”

“Somebody’s cranky.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored him, reaching into your pocket for your phone. You turned the flash light on so that you could actually see Joe’s face. He squinted against the light and then smiled at you.

“Well hello, gorgeous.”

You shook your head with a slight smile. “Come on, we gotta find candles or something.”

You and Joe searched the apartment for candles and matches, finding a couple in the bathroom closet.

You lit them and the two of you set up a sort of base in the living room.

“I thought you and Erika were doing Christmas tonight?” You said, bringing your glass of wine over, along with one for Joe.

“Welp, we decided to do something different this year. I got her those earrings she said she wanted and she gave me a speech about how she cheated on me.”

You nearly spit your wine out. “I’m sorry, she what?”

“Yup,” Joe took a big drink from his glass. “Told me it was just a couple times and she was so SO sorry and blah blah blah. That was until I pushed her on it. Turns out that guy from her work?”

“Rod?”

“Yup! Apparently they’d been sleeping with each other for close to a month now.”

“Oh, Joey, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe that.”

Joe just shrugged and drained his wine. “So, that’s why I’m not at Erika’s.”

Joe then rested his head on your shoulder. You pressed a kiss his forehead and then placed your head on top of his. “If it helps, I never liked her.” It was true that you didn’t like her, but for reasons that Joe didn’t really know.

Joe chuckled. “I know you didn’t.”

“Let’s get some dinner.”

“Do we have stuff that doesn’t need to be cooked?”

The two of you got up and threw together some sandwiches with chips, refilled your wine glasses, and then went back to the living room.

You tried to get Joe’s mind off the breakup by telling him some funny stories about work and the phone call that you had during your lunch break.

“...nearly fell getting the lights on the house.”

Joe laughed. “Doesn’t he do that every year?”

“Yes! You’d think he’d learn.”

Once the two of you were done eating, the two of you discussed what you could do.

“I mean, I’ve got data so we could watch something on my phone,” Joe offered.

The two of you agreed on The Office and configured it so that you both could see.

“It’s freezing in here,” you shivered after an episode.

“Heat isn’t working either I take it,” Joe said as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer. You grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around both of you, scooting closer to Joe. You rested your head on his shoulder, leaning closer into him.

This wasn’t the first time the two of you had cuddled like this. Joe was a touchy guy so things like this had never bothered the two of you. However, it was the first time that the two of you kept each other close because of warmth. And were being lit by candlelight. It was weirdly intimate.

‘Intimate’ wasn’t usually the word that came to mind when you thought about Joe. You hated that you didn’t get to have that. There was a reason you hadn’t liked Erika. The truth was you hadn’t liked any of his girlfriends because you wanted to be his girlfriend. It was stupid. The two of you had been friends for about two years before you moved in together. You’d been living together for nearly two years and over those two years, you had fallen in love with him. The funny guy with the heart of gold. And the way the sun hit his hair when he was sleeping on the couch…

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” You opened you eyes. When had you fallen asleep?

“Your phone is ringing.”

You blindly reached for and answered your phone, bringing the portable charger with it.

“Hello?”

“Y/N,” the voice of your boss came through, waking you up. Had you over slept?

“Yes?”

“The streets to the office still aren’t plowed, so we’re not having anybody come in. Have a nice day.”

“Thank you,” you replied before you heard the phone beep telling you the call had ended. You hung up and snuggled back into the warmth.

Joe chuckled. “No work for you today?”

You hummed in agreement, still mostly asleep. Then you sat up, realizing you were still on the couch, your back to Joe’s chest. You turned and looked at him.

“Hey, come back, it’s too cold.” Joe opened his arms up. His voice still had that groggy touch to it.

You hesitated, wondering if you should talk to him now. You decided against it, and cuddled back into Joe, just to pretend for another hour or so.

“Can I ask you something?” Joe mumbled when you had taken your position again.

“What’s up?”

“Why didn’t you like Erika?”

You hesitated, debating on if you wanted to tell the truth or not.

“Women’s intuition?”

“Come on, really, why didn’t you like her?”

You couldn’t see Joe’s face, but clearly he didn’t buy it. Maybe it would be easier if you weren’t facing him.

You took a deep breath. “Because…she had you. And I…didn’t.”

There was silence in the room.

“That um…does that mean…I…that seems to imply that you wanted me.”

You turned and looked at him, not saying anything.

“Y/N, do…do you want me?”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. “I…I don’t know when exactly it happened, but…”

You were cut off by a pair of lips. You kissed back, wrapping your fingers in Joe’s hair.

You pulled away and stared at him, breathing heavy. “What the hell was that?”

“Something that I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” Joe smiled at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You have?”

“Of course I have. I just…you were with Dwayne, and then Steven, and then I started dating Erika and…now that we’re both single…”

You grinned. “Really?”

“Really. I mean, ever since we moved in together, honestly.”

You pulled Joe in for another kiss. He kissed you back for a bit before he pulled away for a moment.

“You know, we both have beds, and all day.”

You stood up, pulling him with you. “Race you.”

The both of you took off for Joe’s bedroom.

[80s-roger]

when love must die pt2: joe mazzello

note: if you want to be tagged on my permanent taglist, make sure to message or ask me!

I'll just cope with Roger Taylor one shots because I get super inspired

masterlist (there's part one, everything's organised)

warnings: tissues

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That night when Joe and you made love, it was the night you'd stay pregnant. The first trimester was extremely hard for you. The headaches, the sleep deprivation for many nights, the nausea and the vomits exhausted you but you knew it would pay off at the end. You never fought again after the next day. You were both so excited to welcome to your world the newborn.

You were seven months pregnant by now. You still couldn't believe how natural it happened. After doing the test with all these suspicious symptoms you were finally sure about your pregnancy. You enjoyed caressing your tummy and playing with the fetus inside you. Joe was extremely happy, he couldn't miss a chance without sitting or laying next to you and talk to the baby.

The doctor warned you, it would be a difficult period for you and the fetus. You had to be home until the day you'd give birth, your organism couldn't handle the previous fertilisations so it disposed them like it was some random microbe. Maybe after all these known procedures, your organism accepted the fact you wanted a baby, so it produced antibodies. Organism are you okay hun?

"Baby, I'm home." Joe came back home.

"Hello!" You greeted him after checking him on the door. You were at the couch laid, watching tv. "How was your day?"

"Boring, I was counting the hours down to come back home and see you." He smiled and sit over your legs, having them at his thighs and of course he tickled your big tummy so the baby would react but you did too. "Hey little buddy!" Joe leaned at your belly smiling.

Your finger tickled that area and the baby kicked. His little foot could be seen. Joe and you laughed in awe.

"Your daddy's here! Did you miss me?" He smiled at the tummy and the baby was joyfully kicking.

"We missed you!" You said smiling and he leaned to your lips, kissing you.

"Can't wait to see this kid running among us." He laughed.

The baby was kicking from joy to nervousness. It was kicking like crazy. It wasn't a wonderful feeling but a painful one.

"What's wrong?" He seriously asked watching you in pain.

"It's kicking nervously." You closed your eyes in pain. "It's okay, baby, please stop." You caressed your stomach trying to calm it down. You almost teared from pain.

"What do you want me to do? Are you alright? Joe lost it seeing you crying by now.

"Fuck..." You moaned in pain. "It's kicking. I am hurting." You complained.

He caressed your hand trying to relax you but his gaze was stuck to your pants, at your privates area. His eyes were wide opened. He was shocked.

"What is it?" You asked in terror.

"Y/N, you're wet down there." He touched some of the liquids over your pants, trying to figure out the smell. "It's not pee but are these from the baby? Is... Is it blood?" He nervously asked and you were on the edge on having a panic attack. "Calm down! We're going at the hospital! Don't move!" He caressed your cheek and picked you up on bridal style, taking you out to your car. He placed you at the back seat and after getting at his seat, he started driving frantically.

"Joe I'm scared." You whimpered and you felt more blood exiting your vagina.

"Don't be, love! Maybe it's coming earlier than we thought!" He hold your hand while driving, he didn't want to lose your touch.

After ten minutes you were at the hospital. He got you at his arms again, running fastly to reach the maternity department. Two nurses brought a bed and led you to the emergency services.

"What's wrong?" The nurse asked.

"I don't know, she was just laying and the water broke, I guess?" He said confused.

"In which month is she?" She added.

"Seventh." Joe was sweating, ready to cry.

"Alright, we'll let you know in a few. Just give your personal information at the reception." she calmly said and went at the surgery in where they got you in.

"Full anaesthesia in eight, seven, six..." You felt weak as the seconds reached four. You had no idea what was going on. You didn't even have the time to hear Joe's soft words before leaving you here.

Joe was out there, praying to God to keep you and the baby safe. It was a difficult pregnancy, you both knew about it but why so sudden? A difficulty can't be shown so suddenly. It all went so well. He was sitting at the chair crying, seeing the doctor and the nurses running and working hard in there. He had no idea what was going on and neither did you. Especially you. He had to call his best friend and your brother, Ben.

"Hey man, what's up?" He asked unconsciously.

"Run to the hospital now! It's y/n! She's at the surgery!" He frantically said with his voice shaking.

"What the fuck, I'm on my way!" He immediately hang up the phone.

After five minutes, the doctor came outside. Joe stood up like an elastic material.

"How's she? What's happening?" Joe asked the doctor, nervous.

"Internal bleeding and inside the surgery, turned out external from the vagina." Doctor neutrally nodded his head.

"H-how? It was all normal an hour ago!" Joe lost it.

"It's called placental abruption. It's a very rare case at this stage. It's usually happening at the first trimester. I'm afraid it's difficult." He was pessimistic and Joe could read his expression.

"How can this happen?" He asked.

"Maybe the fetus kicked strong enough... There's no stable answer to that." The doctor replied.

"How's the baby?" it was the only thing he could say.

"We are trying to save its life. A placenta abruption, causes oxygen loss to the fetus's environment. It's God now..." He left and went back to you, trying to save the remaining. You. The baby was actually gone. It died before exiting your vagina. They were trying to save you now from septicaemia.

Ben arrived minutes later, seeing Jon being a total mess. He sat next to him nervous. Joe couldn't stop crying thinking of the worst.

"How's she?" He asked placing his hand around Joe's shoulder.

"I don't know... They're trying to save the baby." Joe moved his head nervously.

"But h-how did it happen?" He asked confused.

"We were just at the living room, I just came home by then and we were tickling the baby and it suddenly started kicking strongly, that caused pain to y/n until I saw blood at her pants." Joe narrated.

"And how does the doctor call it?" Ben asked searching for your body.

"Placental abruption." He silently said. "If they die...-"

"They won't die! Everything's going to be alright! It's just a hard time!" Ben supported his friend.

"I can't live without her." Joe cried.

"Me neither. She's my older sister. I love her." Ben started crying. "I didn't even tell our mother she's at the hospital right now. She'd have a cardiac arrest." Ben implored.

"You did good Ben. It's just us." Joe nodded his head, hugging his pal.

An hour passed and a nurse came out. Joe and Ben stood up, going to her place asking for answers.

"Why is no one telling us a thing? How's she? I want to know!" Joe desperately shouted and Ben looked at him shocked, so did the nurse.

"I'm sorry... The baby didn't make it..." The nurse admitted and Joe was staring at her shocked. His legs were cut, he couldn't move a muscle. He was in a comma.

"Joe? Joe, you alright?" Ben gently pushed Joe's back.

"What do you mean it didn't make it?" He asked confused, trying to realise what was really happening.

"There wasn't enough oxygen to stay alive inside the placenta. It was removed from the vagina, it was already inside the cervix." The nurse didn't tell much stuff. They were all trying to save you.

"How's y/n? Is she okay?" Ben asked.

"We are doing our best to keep her alive. We have to prevent septicaemia." she went back at the surgery.

"I can't do this Ben. I can't lose them both." Joe cried his heart out. Neither could he stand the thought of not being able to see you, hug you kiss you, nor being a father of your child. "I love her so much, I'm in pain." He  continued.

"I'm sorry man... All we have to do is pray now." Ben whispered.

-

Many hours passed but Joe didn't stop whimpering and praying to his beloved God. Ben didn't leave his side. He was as scared as his best friend was they were about to lose something equally important. You. Sister, Wife, Daughter, a close enough mother.

Doctor came to their place with disappointment and discomfort at his face. Joe recognised that gaze but still hoped for a miracle. He was in agony to find out.

"Well?" He asked searching for answers.

"There's no hope..." he closed his eyes, his head staring at the ground. "They're both gone." He had to say it and not trick their minds. You were gone and so did the baby. You were finally a mother up there but seeing Joe debastated and an absolute mess hurt your delivered soul.

"What do you mean they're both gone? Y/N is still in there fighting for herself!" Joe shouted with his remaining stamina.

"She's died due to septicaemia... The baby was already dead when we took it out of her vagina." Doctor was trying to keep him steady but that was impossible. Ben wrapped his arms around him, comforting him. "My condolences..." He left the waiting room and there was Ben and Joe crying on each other's arms.

-

Move on in life baby, I'll be up here taking care of you with our beloved son. He's finally happy and so am I and so will you. Find a worthy girl, make a family with her. You couldn't make it with me, but it'll happen with her. I want to see you glow again the way you did when we got married. Remember our baby and I love you so much.

Joe woke up sweating after seeing this... nightmare? No, it wasn't a nightmare. It was you, appearing in his dreams, sending him a sign of hope and love. He was devastated for over two years. Alone, sad and miserable, trying to stand on his feet. Until the doorbell rang. He walked through the hallway, reaching the door. There was a woman looking like you did before passing away.

"Are you looking for something young lady?" Joe asked mesmerized by the similarity. A young female, around her early thirties, beautiful and fully energized with a big smile decorating her round face.

"Um, hello! I am uh... I just, moved here and I'm greeting the neighbours. My name's y/n." She gestured her hand to Joe's side, asking for a hand greet.

If that was not a sign from up above then what it is? You fixed his life in seconds. There was that woman who would resurrect him from the living dead. A woman who looked like you, had the same name as you and certainly a woman who would finally help Joe stand on his feet. They would both have a big family, insisted of three kids and Joe was grateful every time he closed his eyes and talked to you.

[poptod]

Who The Stars Belong To (Joe Mazzello x Reader)

Description: You’re an angel. Congratulations! Now you’re a fallen angel and you crash land through the roof of a building and right into a man’s apartment. 

Prompt: Innocent Notes: I don’t usually do fics with real people. I wrote this one a very long time ago and never finished it, but it’s been a bit since I’ve posted (I’m working on something) and this was the best of my unfinished fics :)  I mixed a LOT of religions into this. I hope I don’t offend anyone - I myself am not highly religious, but some of my beliefs are in here. Gender neutral. Word Count: 8.7k

I am a storm. I am an oncoming battle, the thunders of a thousand wars, of a million bloodshed plains. I am the breeze of summer and the wisps of winter frost. I am a god beholden to you but nothing to your universe. And in the dead of night, I am your savior.

All you knew was life in the heavens. Being God’s messenger had its perks and all that, like getting to know a lot of the higher archangels, but you would never know what the earth held. Stories were your staple, and other than God’s word, it was what you existed on.

Before you knew it you were hurtling down to earth a hundred miles an hour, watching your home in the stars disappear from view as your eyes became human. The light of God faded away, the guidance disappeared, and you could feel your halo burn into the sky, dissipating into the darkness. Though panic pulsed through you, fresh blood appearing through once empty veins, your expression was calm. As you pounded an imprint through the clouds as you fell through them your wings began to burn, and you became a falling star, a child’s wish to never be granted.

Once your back hit the hardness of ground, you blacked out.

+

Drearily you opened your eyes, feeling for the first time something you knew to be pain. It floated all throughout your body, caressing you gently and holding you in a grip so unfamiliar. Your throat burned, eyes tired, and your back ached. Shoulders tense and knees stiff you sat up, letting your vision fully develop.

White walls, firm and rigid in their position, surrounded you. To your right was a glass wall, letting you see the massive buildings outside. They seemed to stretch to the sky, clouds drifting lazily by. Gulping you grasped at the sheets around you, clenching with sore fingers at the roughness they had. To your left was a closed door and an open door, one leading to something that just had to be what you’d been told was a bathroom, and the other one with jackets hanging off it.

You tried standing up, feeling bile fill your mouth at the feeling. Was that normal? No matter - you stood, watching as the world began to spin.

That’s funny, you thought to yourself, before promptly blacking out with a nice, thick thud on the floor.

Upon waking up again, the light above you was dimmer than before, and looking to your right, night encompassed the sky. Blinking slowly you turned your head back to the ceiling, trying to get yourself to at least sit up. You were back in bed, you noticed, with white and blue sheets and blankets once more surrounding you. Grasping at the sheets you pulled yourself up, pulling your legs closer to you from their straight position.

From outside the closed door to your left came noise, a banging of pots and a curse. You raised your eyebrows, having never heard them before, but knowing them nonetheless. It was required information, as an angel. Which you guessed you were banned from being for a little while.

What you might’ve done wrong filled your head, but no matter how far back you went you couldn’t think of a thing. You’d done everything asked of you. Every single thing, even if you thought it to be morally wrong, even if you wondered why you had been chosen for the job, you did it. No questions. No hesitation.

Watching yourself in the mirror across from the bed, you tilted your head curiously to the left. You weren’t supposed to look like that. You were supposed to be… angelic. Strong. A storm, with the power of thunder and the will of hail. That was your form. Not this, with its’ flimsy hair, odd eyes, and dull skin.

Another curse from the other side of the door. You turned, watching as the handle jiggled. For a moment you remained unbothered, before very quickly realizing if this was a menacing force you didn’t have your angelic powers. Not to your knowledge in the least, and testing them out wasn’t really an option. If you used them for anything but official use then they would be taken away.

The door opened, and a man holding a plate came in, a concentrated look on his face, auburn hair falling over his face. He looked the least menacing thing you’d ever seen, and your shoulders relaxed. As the door shut behind him he looked up, smiling awkwardly as he walked forward, setting the plate on the small table beside the bed. You looked at him expectantly, still confused in all essence of the word.

He seemed just as confused, glancing to the side, unable to keep your eye for more than two seconds.

“You’re, uh. You should eat,” he finally said, gesturing with his head towards the plate on the bedside table.

You didn’t need to eat, right? Whatever eating really was it looked awful. Well, you knew what eating was. Sustenance to keep humans going, meant to distract them so they didn’t reach their full potential. Too much time spent doing stuff other than getting food, or getting means for food, would’ve been disastrous.

You must’ve been too quiet for too long as he kept going.

“I made pasta. I’m not great with food, but it’s not awful, I promise,” he chuckled, shifting his weight in his anxiousness. You kept staring. He cleared his throat. “Maybe you could tell me what happened to you?”

“What?” You asked, further confused.

“You know,” he said, clearly excited that you could talk, “why you fell through my roof.”

“What?”

He now looked exasperated that you only knew one word.

“You fell through my roof. I tried to take you to a hospital but you begged me not to. Said you’d, uh, ‘put the fear of god into me,’ if I did. Neat trick you did with your eyes, too,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. He seemed to be more relaxed, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“… details?” You asked further. He paused.

He’d just been home after a late night trip to the store after realizing he was completely out of Windex when you arrived. First was a whistling sound, and he looked up, wondering curiously what it could be. His first thought was that New York was under attack, but quickly proven wrong, you crashed through the roof of his apartment, going through the one empty floor above him, landing in his living room.

Staring at your crumpled form, surrounded by broken wood, dust, and concrete, his mouth fell open, dropping the two bottles of Windex in his hand. The most astonishing part was the fact that you were moving. That, and the giant cuts running down your back, bleeding openly and dripping all over his carpet. The one other surprising thing was the fact that you were entirely naked.

Stumbling only for a moment, he dropped to your side, helping you stand.

“Holy shit, okay, uh,” he breathed out, “what happened to you?”

“Arrghhhh,” you slurred meaninglessly.

“Never mind. Let’s get to a hospital, fast,” he said, and before he could even ask his brain to make the movement for a step forward, your hand was grasping the collar of his shirt, bundling the material in a tight fist, pulling him towards your face.

“I will tear your body apart till nothing remains but your soul and you will remember why you fear God,” you said, and in the moment he heard your voice in double, watching as your eyes rolled up into your head, the red veins glowing against stark white.

“Okay,” he replied immediately, almost dropping you.

He omitted many of these details when reporting this to you, not wanting you to believe him insane.

“You crashed through my roof, and I tried to take you to the hospital but you, uh, obviously said no, and after that you blacked out, so I put you to bed. Hoped you would wake up,” was what he said.

“Of course I did,” you said, miffed, turning to face your reflection once again. It looked… wrong. Where were your horns?

“Not… not of course. That fall tends to kill people,” he laughed nervously.

You swallowed, feeling your saliva burn down your throat. Pushing the sheets off of you you tried to stand once more, watching as the world began to swing into a dance once more. The man stood with a ‘woah there,’ holding his hand over your torso in case you fell. With lazy eyelids your head fell onto his shoulder, not quite fainting but halfway there.

“You’re pretty adamant about this whole standing thing, huh?” He said with a grunt, trying to help you stand on your own.

“I am stronger than the bones your king breaks,” you mumbled.

“I don’t - okay, you’re not hungry, so let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, heaving you across the room and into the bathroom.

The lights blared painfully against the mirror, reflecting directly into your eyes. You moaned, hiding your eyes behind eyelids and his shoulder. Behind you water rushed, falling into the silver and white tub. He sat you down on the toilet, making sure you would stay there, before leaving, promising he’d be right back.

You leaned against a nearby wall, eyelids drooping over burning eyes as you waited for him to return. The water continued rushing, filling the room in a warm haze. You watched as the mirror fogged.

With a creak the door opened, and he came through with a tight smile, putting a towel and a fresh set of clothes on the counter.

“I didn’t want to wash you or anything while you were out. Would’ve been a bit weird,” he mumbled, shutting the door behind him, sticking his hand in the water to test it after.

“Where’d I get these clothes?” You asked in a whisper, and he barely heard you over the water.

“Oh, uh, they’re mine. Yours were ruined.”

“I had clothes?”

“… Yes?”

“Lying is a sin punishable by an eternity of hellfire,” you muttered.

“Okay you didn’t have clothes. Happy? I was just trying to spare you the embarrassment,” he snapped, turning off the water. He glanced at you and in a second, his anger fell from him. “Let’s get you in.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling the shirt off your torso and throwing it into a corner of the bathroom. After that he tapped your hips, looking up at you expectantly. You cocked your head to the side, your brow furrowed.

“Lift,” he said, his face reddening with blood. Your nose twitched and, bracing yourself against the lid of the toilet, you lifted your hips. Off came two sets of pants, which confused you greatly.

“Why was I wearing two pants?” You asked, grasping his shoulders tightly as he made you stand, your legs failing you almost entirely.

“That was underwear,” he explained patiently, setting you gently in the warm water. You curled up, pressing your knees to your chest, feeling your rough skin brush against you uncomfortably. With bright eyes you stared up at him, watching him grab various bottles from the counter.

With a cup he poured water over your head, and a pleasant feeling washed over you as it ran down your back and over your eyes. He pressed two fingers to your forehead, tilting your head slightly so it wouldn’t fall into your eyes. He did this two more times, fully soaking your head before popping open a bottle. Out of it poured a white mixture, one he rubbed up against his hands before reaching for you.

You cringed backwards, baselessly fearing what it could’ve been. He paused, drawing backwards and explaining himself.

“It’s to wash your hair,” he said, and as you let him rub it into your scalp, you heard him whisper to himself, “what happened to you?”

You didn’t answer, assuming he didn’t really want an answer, and simply enjoying the pleasure his hands brought. As he dug deeper into your hair you keened upwards into it, letting your eyes close. He let his hands run the full length of your hair once, then twice, before rinsing his hands and pouring water over you to rinse the shampoo from you.

“Enjoying yourself?” He teased as he opened up another bottle. You waited as he turned the bottle upside down, pouring it now over your shoulders. From its cold temperature you shrunk, still letting him do what he thought he needed to do.

He rubbed the white soap into your skin, over your shoulders and neck, up into your cheeks. That was the most enjoyable part - letting him cup your jaw, one hand on either side as his thumbs rubbed your cheeks. Eventually he had to stop, gently washing your nose and forehead.

The silence clearly made him uncomfortable you noted as he washed the dirt off your arms. You, however, didn’t mind it in the slightest.

“Just one more,” he said, holding up the last bottle. You nodded.

This time, unlike the first time, he combed it through your hair. Relaxing into his touch you closed your eyes, once more leaning into him. You couldn’t trust him, not in any way, but…

“Feel better?”

You nodded.

The two of you tried to get your feet to work but they refused, and your wet body flopped uselessly into his arms.

“Sorry,” you said, noticing his own clothes getting soaked.

“It - it’s fine,” he stammered, his face growing hot and red. He held you up, grabbing the towel with one struggling hand and wrapping it around you. Half shivering you sat on the edge of the tub, watching as he leaned over you, draining the sudsy water away.

Eventually, all dried up and in fresh clothes that smelled very specifically of him, you sat on the bed eating the cold pasta he’d given you.

“I can warm it up you know,” he said, watching you eat by the bedside.

You shook your head, the food still hanging out of it. He shrugged, excusing himself for a moment, and coming back with a thin, silver block.

“What -“

“I thought you might want to watch a movie or something,” he said, setting it down and opening it.

Oh, you thought to yourself, marveling at the bright screen. I’ve heard of these computers.

Typing on the board he pulled up a website, clicking quickly on a movie and settling in beside you.

“If you don’t like it I can change it,” he said, allowing you your space on the bed.

White Christmas came up on the screen. The quality was grainy but colorful, the music wonderfully melodic. Music wasn’t a common thing in the heavens. That is to say, the music of the stars would hardly qualify as the music humans knew on earth.

As the movie came to a close he shut the laptop, sliding off the bed, the computer beneath his arm.

“Get some sleep,” he said, watching you shift downwards so your head lay on the pillows. You didn’t really need to sleep, you wanted to tell him. You never had, but for some reason you wanted to close your eyes anyway. As you did, the creak of the door signaled his leave. In the silence of night you wondered how long you’d be allowed to stay.

You didn’t wake again till the next day was halfway through. The man told you so, telling you it was 12, and with your confused face in return, he began to describe time.

“I really don’t understand why you don’t know this stuff. Are you sure we can’t go to a hospital?” He asked gingerly, his head tilted downwards but keeping your gaze.

“If you take me to a hospital -“

“You’ll turn me inside out. I know, yeah…” he sighed, rubbing his face tiredly. “Listen, I’m having friends over tonight. I think it’d be best if you just stayed in here. It’s a bit hard to explain, but I think it’ll be safer, okay?”

Slowly you nodded, half understanding that all you needed to do was stay in the room you were in. You were patient. Millenia of listening to Gods’ slow voice allowed for that.

“They’re coming over in about an hour. This,” he grabbed your wrist, latching a clock around it, “will tell you when that is.”

Examining the silver band, the light above you reflected into the glass, making you shut your eyes tight.

“Don’t do that,” he grumbled, pulling your wrist away from its position.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

“It’s fine. You hungry?”

You shook your head, knowing that you didn’t need to eat. You really, really, really didn’t need to eat, but your stomach growled loudly, your eyes widening as you stared down at it.

“You have no idea how your body works, do you?”

You gulped. How could he ever had found out?

With a sigh he helped you stand, and with his arm around your waist and yours around his shoulders, you limped to the door, heading out into the hallway and the rest of what you presumed was his home. It was nicely lit, with mostly white walls and rather comfortable furniture. You sat on the couch, watching him intently as he prepared some sort of food for you again. He finished, setting the plate in front of you.

“You eat it with your hands,” he told you, already assuming you’d never seen a sandwich before. He went to leave, but you grasped his wrist tight, forcing him to face you. Jarred by your strength his mouth hung open and he gaped at you, confused and alarmed.

“Thank you,” you murmured, staring directly into his eyes.

“Uh… yeah. ‘Course,” he stammered, wriggling free from your lessened grasp. With wary eyes, darting to you in fear, he left the room. Nose twitching, you grabbed the sandwich with your hands, taking a massive bite.

By your last bite, you still hadn’t seen him, but the door had been knocking for several minutes. As time continued the knocking got louder, more furious, till voices came as well, demanding that the door be opened. Pounding footsteps came from the hallway, rushing through the living room till the man, auburn hair flying as he ran past ran straight into the door, ramming his chin against the wooden door.

“Fuck! Ah, sorry, give me a - uh,” he turned to you, still jiggling the door handle, “room?”

“There’s room,” you replied.

“No, go to the bedroom!”

“I can’t stand!”

“What’s going on behind there?” Came the voice behind the door.

“One second guys, just, uh,” he helped you to your feet, “getting dressed.”

“I don’t mind you being naked,” another voice said, drawing a belt of a laugh from the man behind the door.

“They’re… joking,” he mumbled to you, kicking the door open and setting you down on the bed. Though rushed, he tucked you in, fluffing the pillow and quickly turning out the light. Disgruntled, you fidgeted under the covers, keeping your eyes open as you listened to the voices outside.

“I heard two voices,” one of them said, not your man.

“You’re crazy,” the other said.

You buried your nose under the covers. They continued their conversation, talking about things you couldn’t understand, things you knew you would get if you just had your angelic powers back. They allowed you to understand the non-understandable.

“Do you usually eat naked?” One of the men asked, and in an instant you recalled your nearly all-the-way-eaten sandwich.

“No,” your man replied quickly. “That was from a while ago.”

“Someone’s sloppy.”

“Yeah, Jesus Christ, clean up after yourself!”

“I’ll be sure to tell him that when I see him next,” your man said with a laugh.

They resorted once more into language you couldn’t understand, a switch clicking in the room and then the sound of many voices emanating from the living room. Your chest felt restricted, and your stomach still empty, so you dug yourself deeper into the sheets, hoping the uneasy feeling would soon cease.

A few more minutes clutching your stomach and it did not. Perhaps something was wrong with you? You knew very little about the complexities of humans. Maybe you needed to eat more. So, on shaky legs, keeping your arms on the bed you stood, being mainly supported by your arms. Stumbling you made your way to the wall, walking beside it towards the door. He had said not to leave the room, but something felt wrong, so terribly wrong, that you were sure he wouldn’t mind. Your logic was so: he would, most likely, prefer to find you wobbling into the living room rather than to find you dead on the bed. Could you die? You weren’t sure, but chances weren’t a thing you were ready to take.

Walking through the short hallway you kept your hands pressed to the wall, coming up behind the couch that three men now sat on, a large screen on the wall turned on to some sort of entertainment.

Which one was him? None of them were facing you, and you didn’t know if humans all looked the same. Supposedly they didn’t, but to someone like yourself who wasn’t accustomed to their faces, maybe they would all look similar. You went by hair color. The man in the middle had golden hair - that wasn’t your man. The one on the left was taller, with brown hair. On the right was the auburn hair. You tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to look up at you, fear and surprise burning right into your skin through his eyes.

His shock brought the other two from their entrancement with the screen, turning to see you as well. For a moment, everything was silent. They stared at you, you stared right back.

“Give me a moment,” your man suddenly said, jumping over the back of the bed and all but dragging you back to the hall.

“I feel wrong,” you said before he could get angry. He furrowed his brow, confused, but listening. “My chest aches. I feel empty here,” you said, bunching up the shirt you wore and pointing to your stomach area.

He sighed, an exasperated sound, his head falling to your shoulder.

“You’re thirsty,” he finally told you, pulling you with a more gentle touch back into the kitchen and sitting you down on a barstool. He went to grab a glass from the cupboard.

“So, uh, going t’ introduce us?” The blond asked, his voice deep and strange.

“Uh, this is, um,” he tried to say, realizing as he made eye contact with you that neither of you knew each others’ names.

“Mal,” you answered for him. It wasn’t your full, true name, as giving your whole name would give them power over you. That was something you couldn’t find yourself ever doing.

The two men on the couch looked at each other then burst out laughing, making you tilt your head slightly to the left, confused.

“Joey, you could’ve just told us you had a one night stand thing going on, he can join us,” the blond laughed, slapping the taller man on the shoulder. You looked back at your man, supposedly ‘Joey,’ with wide, bewildered eyes.

“Okay first of all, not a one night stand,” he glanced at you, “he’s just a… sick friend.”

“He?” You asked.

“She?” He tried out, but it didn’t help. A silence stretched as both of, utterly perturbed, stared at each other.

“Should we go?” The tall man asked, pointing back at the blond and then himself.

“No, it - it’s fine,” Joey stumbled, handing you a glass of water. “Mal just needs sleep.”

You nodded along. Whatever was happening could be discussed later. He tilted the glass to your mouth, and you opened it, allowing the water to slip through.

“Make sure you’re not breathing when you drink,” he whispered in your ear, quickly jumping back to the couch between his friends. You did as told, almost choking on it but swallowing nonetheless. Feeling your back hurt you stretched, reaching your arms for the ceiling. A sudden burst of pain flooded through your spine, electrocuting your head and tingling through your fingertips.

You let out a strangled, quiet cry, holding your shoulders with your hands. Joey turned to you in a flash, looking at you over the edge of the couch.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Probably,” you answered, shrugging, and gesturing to the screen when he wouldn’t turn away from you. Hesitant, he turned back, watching the delightful characters running around.

Every now and then, over the next few hours they’d go back to the kitchen, grabbing brown bottles from the fridge and downing them rather quickly. You watched from your seat patiently.

“You want one?” The tall one asked, moving to hand you one.

“Uh, that’s probably not a good idea,” Joey stopped him before you could make up your mind, pulling the tall man back by his arm. The man just shrugged, smiling at you, and popping open his own bottle.

“How’d - how’d you two meet?” The blond asked, and by that point you realized that the drink must’ve been doing something to them. They swayed in their stance, their voices clogged and speech dumbed.

“He - she, uh, fell… on the subway. Helped him - her - uh, them, up,” Joey responded, swirling his drink.

“Wait, wait wait,” the tall one turned to you, leaning in close and examining you. You remained rigid. “Are you a guy or a girl?”

“I am the heavens personified. I don’t fall into binary categories that you assign to know the others genitalia.”

All three of them laughed at that. You, on the other hand, found little humor in it. By the end of the evening the three of them became so intoxicated on whatever was in those drinks that you had to convince them, very sloppily to stop, which in the end, they finally acquiesced.

They insisted you come sit with them on the couch, trying to pull you from your seat.

“I want to avoid walking,” you informed them curtly, trying to get them to stop.

“Alright-y then,” the blond said, suddenly lifting you out of your seat and carrying you, laughing and giggling with his friends as he sat you on his lap on the couch. Awkward and confused you shifted, getting comfortable with where you now were.

“Okay okay so - Mal insists on no more drinks, so umm… no drinking games,” Joey slurred, holding his fingers out and counting ‘no drinking games’ on one.

“Beer pong!” The tall one suggested. The blond knocked him on the head as Joey laughed.

“Drinking is literally the main thing in that game, Gwil,” the blond wheezed out. Ah, you thought, so the tall one is named Gwil.

“Uh, Mal knows like, nothing about being alive,” Joey started, and you couldn’t entirely disagree. “So something simple?”

“Truth… or dare,” Gwil suggested in a dramatic whisper, pointing to the blond as he said truth, and to Joey when he said dare.

“What are we, seven?” Joey asked, sticking his tongue out in disapproval.

“You said simple!”

Both Gwil and Joey continued arguing as the blond whispered in your ear, telling you the rules of the game, keeping his voice low to avoid being heard by the other two. You listened intently, leaning into him. In turn, he kept his hand around your waist, keeping you from sliding off.

“Alright, fine!” Joey finally conceded, throwing his hands up in the air. “Do you know how to play?” He asked, looking at you.

You nodded.

“Wow, I’m surprised,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“I just taught him,” said the blond.

“Her,” Gwil corrected.

“Both!” Joey added.

“Or neither,” Gwil and the blond said at the same time, and the three of them broke into childish laughter again.

As it died, Joey asked, “what were we talking about again?” which really only spurred the laughter on further.

The rest of the night proceeded in similar fashion, growing calmer as the drink went through their systems. You never did get to play that odd game.

“Stay the night, won’t you?” Joey asked them, but they refused, saying they got a hotel room in the city.

“Besides,” the blond added, “looks like you’ve got plenty of company.” Along with this he wiggled his eyebrows, winking. Gwil snorted, saying his good byes along with the blond and shutting the door.

“Joey -“

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, stumbling only slightly as he came over to you. Arm wrapped round your waist he helped you up, walking you through the hall, into the room, and into the bathroom to sit you on the toilet seat.

“I’m not dirty,” you stated, watching him rub his face with water running from the sink faucet.

“Should change your clothes anyway,” he said with a sigh, drying his hands and helping you out of his shirt. “Ah shit,” he mumbled, suddenly remembering you needed another pair of clothes to get into. He left the room to look for clothing, door wide open, as you sat half naked on the seat.

Curious as to what your back looked like, hoping desperately that maybe if you just looked you’d get your wings back, you stood shakily, grasping the counter to turn around and look at yourself in the mirror.

Down your back ran two massive tears, open and cracked with blood. Surprised, you reached to touch them, shrinking away from your hand when you did so.

“Jesus,” Joey breathed out, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. You turned quickly to him, wondering if you’d done something wrong. “They must’ve cracked open when you were with me and my friends.”

“What?”

“They looked a little more put together when I last saw ‘em,” he explained, turning your back to him to examine them further. “Not bleeding at least. God…”

His finger traced the outline of them, causing spikes of pain to run through you whenever he got too close.

“You’re sure about the hospital?” He asked.

“I will -“

“Yeah, okay,” he interrupted you, getting your point without your threat. For a few moments more you let him touch you, gently trying to see how bad it was. “I have bandages,” he said as he withdrew. You turned around expectantly.

He sighed, bending down and opening a door underneath the sink, pulling out a long, thin cloth, all rolled up. Slowly, aware of your careful watch, he wrapped the fabric around your chest, starting right beneath your arms and going down to the end of your ribs.

When he finished you grabbed his wrist, tugging him down to you.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, slowly realizing that that was just how you thanked people.

In silence he undressed and dressed you, wondering to himself if you’d ever be able to dress yourself. Would he have to teach you? You, on the other hand, were thinking about his friends. They all felt oddly intimate.

He put you to bed after that, brushing the short hair out of your eyes, noting quietly to you that it had grown slightly longer.

“It sure grows fast,” he said, pulling the sheets over your bed. He made to leave, stopped by your grip on his wrist once more capturing him.

“Where do you sleep?” You asked quietly.

“On the couch.”

“Is that comfortable?”

“Yeah, I think it is,” he said with a shrug.

“Alright,” you murmured, releasing him and tucking yourself back into the blankets. He smiled, patting your shoulder and leaving the room.

Routine proceeded from that day on. You would wake up by afternoon, and he would force you to eat and drink, every so often leaving his home, but never telling you why. On those days, he’d usually come back with bags, and oftentimes would help you with bathing.

“You need to learn how to do this yourself,” he told you one day, rubbing soap into your cheeks and neck.

“I like when you do it,” you responded, making him choke on his breath.

“Whatever you want,” he responded, his words rushed out.

One morning when you awoke, he wasn’t there. First you called for him, as he usually noticed when you stirred, but you earned no response. You then stood, walking with a nice cane he’d gotten you a few days ago. ‘Just for now,’ he said, ‘’till you heal.’ Still, no sign at all of him, except a note taped to the door. You couldn’t read it, as all you could really read was Enochian. So you sat. And waited.

It wasn’t long till the sound of his key at the door came, turning the gears of the lock till it opened, revealing him and a man behind him.

“Mal, hey,” he said, opening the door to allow the man behind him in before closing and locking it. In a small motion you waved at him. “This is my friend, Rami. Say hi Rami.”

The man, Rami, glared at Joey (who you’d learned recently was actually named ‘Joe’) before approaching you with his hand outstretched.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, waiting for you to make a move. Hesitating only a second, you slapped his open hand.

From the kitchen Joe snorted, laughing at what you’d just done.

“What?” Looking up at Rami, he looked equally amused and confused.

“You’re supposed to shake his hand,” Joe explained, waking over and demonstrating the proper greeting movement with his friend. Slowly you nodded, shaking Rami’s hand, feeling the warm roughness of his palm.

“You may call me Mal,” you said, looking him in the eye. He chuckled, nodding.

“He’s flown in from L.A. to stay a few days. I don’t -“ he turned to Rami, “- did you get a hotel room?”

“Not yet, but it shouldn’t be a problem getting one if need be,” he said, setting his bags down near the door.

“I only have one bed, but I guess someone could share,” Joe said with a shrug, pulling two beer bottles out of the fridge and relaxing next to you, Rami on the other side of him as he turned on the television.

After a while of being rather annoyed by a plot you couldn’t understand, you nudged Joe, telling him so.

“Take this,” he said, handing you his laptop. “Go wild.”

You fiddled with it, grabbing your cane and walking back into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed you opened it on your lap, immediately coming face to face with a search tool. If Joe had only known what you would do, he would’ve never handed you the laptop, as this was most definitely one of the worst decisions in the world. Instead, he left you to your own chaotic devices, and the first thing you looked up was ‘do i need to eat?’, which lead to ‘how do human organs work,’ to ‘what are sex organs,’ and, one can guess where that led.

Eventually that led only deeper into the Internet, to what drugs were, into drug arrests, and every sinful thing put on the news, to odd songs about sex and drugs simultaneously, and movies about rockstars.

“Hey, you doin’ okay?” Joe asked, his hands on either side of the doorway, leaning into the room. Silently, you turned the computer around to a headline reading, ‘Florida Man bites off his brother’s penis after he walks in on his brother having sex with his cousin on his favorite Dragon Ball Z blanket.’

“Jesus Christ, I can’t leave you alone for two seconds,” he grumbled, shutting the laptop and tucking it under his arm.

“It’s been an hour,” you reminded him helpfully. He ignored you.

“Rami can’t find any affordable hotel rooms, he needs to stay here for the night. He’s got a room for tomorrow onwards,” he informed you, helping you up and back into the living room, setting his computer on the bar counter.

“I told him I can sleep on the couch but he won’t listen to me,” Rami said, tapping his fingers on the back of the couch, watching as you sat on a barstool.

“Absolutely not. I won’t stand for it,” Joe responded, flopping onto the couch to sit beside his friend.

“Then where’s your friend going to sleep?” He asked, gesturing to you.

“We’ll work it out. It’s late, you’ve got work to do in the morning,” Joe said, tugging Rami off the couch and pushing him to the bedroom.

“Right, of course Mom,” he grumbled as the door shut loudly behind him. You simply watched, stoic and silent, as Joe returned into the living room, hands on his hips.

Mumbling mostly to himself, he helped you over to the couch.

“Are we sleeping together?” You asked as he stood. Stammering, he attempted an answer.

“Uh - sort of I guess? I mean, you - you don’t have to, you’re always talking about how you don’t need sleep, but I still think you should, not necessarily with me, but I just mean you need to sleep, and I guess since there’s only the couch left you could sleep there and I’ll just… sleep on the floor?”

“Is the floor comfortable?” You asked.

“Um, not really?”

“Then sleep on the couch,” you said, pulling the back cushions out to make room for him.

“Uh….”

You patted the couch and, stumbling only a second, he sat beside you. Reaching behind him, you grabbed a pillow from off the edge of the cushions, setting it up for his head on the end of the couch. Gently, you made him lie down, wrapping him up in a blanket hung over the back. He stuttered something incoherent, watching and only protesting mildly as you stood, taking the short trip to the light to turn it off. Setting your cane down, you crawled in next to him, pressing your body against his in the tight space.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he said, his voice cracking as you put his arm around you for your own comfort, “where did you come from? Do you even remember?”

“I was an angel,” you answered honestly, fully believing that he’d take your word. What you didn’t expect was for him to hold back a laugh, looking down at you.

“Really?”

“I fell from heaven. My form changed. I’ve never been to earth before now.”

“Well that certainly explains a lot. If it was believable,” he muttered, shifting under the blankets you’d gotten to be more comfortable.

“It’s the truth. I am bound by ethereal powers to never lie so -“

“You could just as easily be a person lying,” he interrupted, now unwilling to meet your eye.

“Ask me a question about God, or the world... something you’ve always wondered,” you tried, hoping he’d ask something you knew about.

He waited, his head now facing fully away from you as he thought. Outside a storm grew, but the only thing you could think about was him.

“Which religion is right? Is it the Christians?”

“All of them are right. Every god or goddess to ever be told of exists. They congregate every now and then. I sit by Gods’ side during those meetings. The god Jewish, Muslim, and Christian people believe in, that is.”

“What happens when we die?”

“Whatever you think.”

“What?” He turned to you.

“If one believes they will become the clouds, they will become the clouds. If they believe nothing happens, they die. Their consciousness is wiped. There is a heaven, reincarnation, and a hell, but not much happens in hell.”

“Wait, what happens in hell then?”

“I haven’t been there often,” you said, recalling the last time God had a meeting with their son. “Lucifer is actually rather calm. It’s just… imagine if a bunch of criminals and people who thought they were awful were put into one area. There isn’t any torture or demons, just people who believed they were going to hell.”

“Okay, lots of questions about that -“ he laughed, “- so it’s basically Afterlife Australia?”

You shrugged. In honesty, you had no idea what Australia was, but he was probably right. You trusted him as far as you could.

“And if someone who was a good person, but just really hated themselves and thought they would go to hell, would they go to hell?”

“That’s what the angels Kiraman Katibin, Phanuel, Nakir, and Abathar Muzania are working together for,” you said, and in that moment you realized you probably shouldn’t be trusting this information to a human. Nonetheless, you continued. “They… judge, sort of. Like Ma’at and her 42 judges for Egyptian afterlife, for those that believe in that.”

“… interesting.”

He left it at that. You snuggled in closer, his breathing grew harsher, but the both of you fell into easy sleep. By morning, he awoke first, jostling you awake when he reached for a note on the table. Leaning over to look, your cheek resting on his shoulder, you asked what it said.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, his face warm. “Jus’ that he’s left already.”

“Oh.”

“God, I need to get off my ass,” he muttered under his breath to himself. He stood, stretching his hands to the sky, before releasing the tensions with a deep sigh. Plodding into the kitchen, he turned on the sink, pulling down another glass and drinking from it once it filled to overflow. You picked the cushions back up off the floor, putting them back into place.

Making his way back over to you, he collapsed back onto the couch, relaxing into the cushions.

“Really hoping you don’t kill me for saying this, but I’m half convinced you’re insane,” he sighed, rubbing his forehead. The whole situation with you was clearly stressing him out - even you could tell.

“How may I settle these worries?”

“Prove it. But if you’re fallen, you probably don’t… have any powers, or whatever.”

“I have scars down my back from my wings,” you reminded him.

“It could just as easily be that you were tortured, badly, and to cope with it you’re imagining that you’re an angel. All this information you’re giving is just personal beliefs. Stuff you could look up on the internet.”

“I… don’t know if I have any power left,” you said quietly, and your heart began to ache, weighing heavily through your body. Your touch possibly had power - humans loved to touch. It was essential to their lives. Maybe, just maybe, your touch had power.

“You think of ways to get the truth. I’ll make breakfast,” he said, grunting as he stood and patting your knee.

You sat, the crackle of frying eggs in the background as you buried yourself in thoughts. Your wings and halo were gone, you knew that for absolute sure. The feeling of them leaving you, how it tore you from yourself, stretching and pulling till it finally ripped, burning as everything you knew evaporated away. What was left when all was taken from you? Even your eyes, the ones that allowed you to look upon Gods, that let you return home and fully see the truth, the heavens and all that you loved, they were gone too.

Your soul. You still had that, didn’t you?

Grabbing your cane from the fallen position it had taken on the floor, you came to stand behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned down the heat of the stove, turning around to face you, jumping back when he saw how close you were.

“I still have my soul. I’m… I’m not sure what I can do with it, but,” you looked up at him, eyes glittering a very suddenly bright blue, a change from your usual color, “can I try?”

“Af-after breakfast. Eat something first,” he stammered, grabbing plates from behind him, filling them with the eggs and toast, before setting it down on the table and sitting down. Your nose twitched once, but you sat down across from him, eating what he’d prepared, all the time wondering what would happen.

As the two of you finished he grabbed your plates, and from then on, essentially ignored you. Dodging you, not speaking to you, telling you to get more sleep, all of it you knew was more of an avoidance of the subject of your soul. In your weakened state, there was little you could do but let him force you to sleep.

So you slept. Into the next week, you slept. By the second day when you hadn’t woken up Joe began to worry, sitting at your bedside, making sure you were still breathing. Every evening his friend Rami would come over, asking where you were, and he would say you were sleeping.

“You should take them to a hospital,” he said, worry lacing his tone though he did not know you.

“I want to, but whenever I suggest it they pretty much make death threats.”

By the time you woke up, he was prepared to call the hospital, and Rami had already left, heading back to L.A.

“What are you doing,” you asked, monotone as you sat up, watching him about to dial the number on his phone.

“You’re awake!” He exclaimed, dropping his phone and rushing to hug you. “I thought you were dying!”

“I can sleep for extended periods of time. It’s to accommodate for my life span,” you informed him curtly, your arms plastered to your side as he squeezed you.

“That’s called a coma,” he spoke right into your ear, sighing as he released you, sitting beside you on the bed.

“Sounds like your problem.”

“It certainly feels like it. Why didn’t you warn me?”

“You were trying to get me to sleep, so I did.”

He glared at you, mentally noting to himself that you were petty in a very special way. Helping you out of the bed, cane forgotten, he kept you upright, leading you into the living room and onto the couch. From there he fed you, made sure you drank, and suggested a bath. You agreed.

Hoisting your arm around his shoulders, the two of you made your way slowly to the bathroom. There he did the usual; undressing you, filling the tub with warm water, and pushing up his sleeves to his elbows. Helping you into the tub, he sat on the edge, pouring shampoo onto his hands.

“You’re sure you’re okay with me doing this?” He asked, still unsure about the whole nudity you had.

“It seems to me you’re the only one bothered by it.”

“Wow, okay. Called out,” he said, chuckling to himself. “The tea is scorching.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said with a snort, still smiling to himself as he rubbing the shampoo into your scalp. You let yourself enjoy it, pushing into his touch with a blissed out expression.

“You should join me,” you mumbled as he pulled away. He halted, staring wide eyed at you.

“I should what?”

“Join me,” you repeated, watching carefully as a sudden smile grew on his face. He turned away, shaking his head, but still smiling in a dumbfounded way.

“Maybe you’re right,” he said, ignoring your request to rinse his hands, “considering how little you know about human etiquette. Wouldn’t be too surprising if you never visited earth.” He mumbled his words, voicing his thoughts in an airy fashion.

“If you would just let me show you -“

“Mal,” he interrupted you, facing you with a sudden seriousness. “If souls are real, and if what you’re saying is real. Don’t you think it’d be dangerous? I don’t know what you’re planning, but using your soul has to be dangerous.”

“Might be. I need your trust,” you pleaded. “I will go to great lengths to get it.”

“Why?” He asked simply, tired of wondering quietly.

“Just for a moment, believe me,” you asked of him, and he nodded. “As an angel, we are built to never make our own decisions. God’s guidance is bright, and our halos blind us. Physically, we can trust no one but our God. When I fell, I… I was left alone. No longer blind, but able to make my own decisions, but in the way that I’d never done that before, I was still blind. Wh-What I’m trying to say is, I’m not built to trust anyone other than God. Joe, I trust you.”

Sometime in the middle of your speech he had stopped breathing, staring at you as unmoving as you usually were. Knowing his silence was filled with his thoughts and not his passiveness, you waited, watching for his movement.

“Okay,” he said. “Prove it.”

Moving slowly, you sat on the edge of the bathtub, naked as the day you fell from the sky. You reached for him, starting at his hand and moving up. Breathing unevenly, he kept his eye on your hand as it moved, up to his shoulder and up his neck, resting on his cheek. Pushing your other hand underneath his shirt, you came up to where his heart would rest. Closing your eyes, you let your head rest on his shoulder, pouring all the energy you could right into where your hand was.

In an instant you could feel his heart beat harshly through his skin, fast and powerful. Intaking a deep breath, you continued to try to intertwine your souls, or to at least let your own soul burn through his skin, enough to leave a mark. Anything to prove yourself.

As you withdrew he finally began to breathe again, taking deep breaths as you drew your hands back into your lap. Slowly he raised his shirt, having felt the intensity of what you’d just wrought, showing a soft golden glow emanating from his chest. His breathing started to pick up, growing faster as he realized you were telling the truth.

“I -“

“Don’t scream,” you said as his mouth opened wide.

“I wasn’t gonna scream,” he said, his voice choked and tight.

“… do you believe me now?” You asked softly, looking up at him earnestly.

“Don’t think I have a choice,” he murmured.

As his breathing slowed, an urge ran through you, one you allowed. Hesitantly, you moved closer, resting your forehead in the crook of his shoulder, closing your eyes and relaxing your muscles. He wrapped his arms gingerly around you, letting you lie still in his hold, running his touch down your spine. 

“You’re really an angel, then?” He whispered, a rhetorical question you both knew the answer to: yes.

“I was. I’m human now. I belong to you,” you mumbled against his skin, your lips warm from the heat radiating off the soft skin of his neck. 

“You belong to yourself, now. No one can take that away from you, especially not me.”

You remained silent, contemplating your words as you matched your slow breathing to his, your hand pressed against his chest.

“I want to belong to you.”

Moving from your position against his shoulder, you met his eye, close enough to feel his breath. He waited for you, patient as your gaze flickered from his lips and back up to his eyes.

“I need to be yours,” you murmured, leaning further in, a distance he met you in the middle for. 

It was a strange sensation, his lips moving against yours - alien and familiar all at once, and when he pulled you closer to him you could feel yourself melting. Your chest shuddered with the force of your emotion, one you might’ve identified as love, had you known the words’ meaning. 

I love you, he murmured against your lips, loathing to part from your warmth, but the desperate need to speak his mind overpowered his hate. You hummed when he kissed you again, cradling his jawline in your hand and rubbing your thumb over his cheek just as he’d done to you. 

And in every way you allowed yourself the comfort of belonging, just as he held tight the reverence you gave him. 

[benismyqueen]

A/N: Creo que ya solo quedan dos capítulos y el epílogo. Espero que os guste

Advertencias: Un poco de angustia.

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1974

Perdona si estamos un poco nerviosos, es la primera vez que Alina trae a un novio a casa" Rich no sabe como sentarse en el sillón de su pequeña salita.

Después de unas semanas saliendo, Alina cree que toca el cielo. Blaine es un chico encantador, muy caballero y gracioso, y tiene un buen futuro por delante. Tiene un puesto estable en una escuela infantil y goza de un buen respaldo económico. A pesar de no ser lo importante, a disfrutado de poder ir a citas a otros sitios que no sean el viejo pub, y las cafeterías con café aguado.

Aún no entiende como un chico tan encantador y tan guapo puede sentirse atraído por ella. Así que se sintió muy estupefacta cuando le pidió salir de manera oficial, y acordó visitar a su familia a la hora del té. Y naturalmente Roger no pudo mantener la boca cerrada, así que se las ingenió para presentarse allí con los chicos.

"En verdad" Interrumpe Maisie emocionada mientras se estira en el sofá para llamar la atención de Blaine "Es la primera vez que tiene novio"

"¡Maisie!" Vicky regaña a la hija menos quién sonríe después de su travesura.

Alina frunce el ceño y mira a su hermana para que pille la indirecta y esté con la boca cerrada, pero está sonriendo a Roger, quién tiene una sonrisa para la menor y un guiño de ojo. Maldito bastardo.

"Bueno" Blaine pone la mano en la rodilla de su chica. "Estaba reservando el momento para el chico indicado" Aprieta su rodilla con cariño y le sonríe. Agradece el gesto, es una forma de apoyarla y de mantener a ralla a Roger, y más después de la imagen que presenció en el estudio hace unos meses.

Alina por el rabillo del ojo puede ver al rubio rodar los ojos con una cara de asco.

"Alina nos dijo que eras profesor" Vicky intenta cortar la tensión.

"Lo soy." en ese momento Blaine se ensarta en una conversación con su madre. "Trabajo en la escuela privada Cheltenham, profesor de música. Quizá en algún tiempo pueda conseguir un puesto estable en el conservatorio universitario Royal College of music."

"¿Ese es tu sueño?" Rich está un poco reacio a la idea que quiere llevar Blaine.

"Creo que la música en las escuelas está muy mal impartida. No tengo licencia creativa con los alumnos así que si, me gustaría entrar en un conservatorio."

Roger no puede estar más aburrido con la charla tan pretenciosa que tiene Blaine. Busca la vida ideal, tener todo calculado. Para nada la vida que le gusta Alina, ni para nada la vida que a él le gustaría que ella tuviese.

"¿Y dónde entra Alina en tu sueño?" Roger no se da cuenta de las palabras que salen de su boca hasta que siente un pisotón de Freddie en su pie, y todas las miradas sobre él. Se encoge un poco en su asiento perdiendo un poco su seguridad hasta que Blaine habla.

"Alina puede decidir si quiere estar conmigo, puede mudarse o lo que ella decida. Puede conseguir un puesto en una escuela infantil."

"Quiere ser escritora" Roger frunce el ceño. Cada vez Blaine le gusta menos.

"Si, y es difícil salir adelante de la escritura, por algo estudio magisterio. Para tener más opciones." Alina no sabe que es lo que produce ese fuego en ella, que Roger esté siendo un cretino, o que tenga razón.

Por supuesto que ella quiere ser escritora, y no le hace ninguna gracia pensar en mudarse tan lejos de su familia y amigos, y tener un empleo que realmente no desea. Pero es la vida real, aún es jóven, y cuando llegue el momento tomará una decisión con Blaine, no con él, ni con su familia. Solo ellos.

"Bueno, a mi me parece perfecto que tengas expectativas laborales." Vicky sonríe a Blaine. "Nosotros siempre hemos querido lo mejor para nuestras hijas, el marido de Debbie es contable."

"Opino igual." Rich se inclina en su sillón "Aunque todos esperábamos que la aventurera de la familia fuese Alina."

"Siempre soñó con viajar por todo el mundo y escribir. ¿Te acuerdas cuando quiso que vendiesemos la tienda y la casa para vivir en una caravana?"

"Era una niña" Alina enrojece hasta la raíz.

"Es una buena vida. Nosotros nos lo pasamos genial yendo y viniendo. Y eso que solo tocamos en universidades." Freddie toma un sorbo de su té. "No puedo esperar a que demos el gran salto"

"¡Yo tampoco!" Esta ver Rich casi salta de la emoción. "¿Tenéis alguna noticia interesante?"

"Absolutamente nada" Deaky niega con la cabeza. "Poco a poco."

"Os admiro" Blaine se inclina para hablar con los chicos en el otro extremo del salón. "Ya sabes, apostar todo a un sueño sin saber como irá. Creo que seréis muy exitosos, tenéis talento." Niega con la cabeza con una sonrisa. "Pero no soportaría la mirada de decepción de mi madre si me dedicase el 100% a la música como artista."

Alina abre los ojos tomando su mano mientras mira a los chicos. Roger tiene el ceño fruncido y empieza a ponerse rojo por momentos. A Freddie parece divertirle la situación cuando ve a su amigo, honestamente, le han dicho cosas muy ofensivas, para él esto es un chiste. Deaky demasiado introvertido como para siquiera sentirse ofendido, y Brian intentando mediar telepáticamente con Roger. Pero antes de que pueda abrir la boca consigue darle una mirada de advertencia.

"Bueno..." Brian carraspea "Mi madre tiene la misma mirada de orgullo cuando asiste a un pub que la que tuvo cuando me gradué en la universidad"

"Dios, la de tu padre si que fue decepcionante" Freddie se rie apuntando a Brian, quitando el ambiente tenso de un plumazo. "¿Recuerdas cuando le dijiste que querías grabar un disco? Casi explota"

"Me había conseguido una entrevista de trabajo como físico. No me habló durante semanas"

"Era gracioso cuando íbamos a comer y parecía amarnos a todos mientras a ti te despreciaba" comenta John.

"Bueno, ahora el bastardo de él se atreve a poner media sonrisa cuando las cosas nos van medianamente bien." Brian ríe recordando a su padre cuando escuchó el disco y su pequeña gira por todas las universidades de gran bretaña.

Alina cruza la mirada con Roger, durante unos segundos mantienen la mirada, hasta que Alina cansada de no obtener ni la más mínima mueca o muestra de simpatía por su parte, mira a Blaine. Entiende que no le caiga muy bien, y que piensan de forma completamente diferente, pero al menos podría fingir. Ella lo hace con sus amigas, y tampoco le hace mucha gracia.

"¿Cuando podré ir alguno de vuestros conciertos?" Maisie pregunta demasiado emocionada mirando a Roger.

"Aún eres demasiado jóven, no podríamos tocar y vigilar que ningún bastardo se acercase a ti a la vez." Roger intenta calmar a la adolescente con ese coqueteo que le sale casi sin querer. Pero parece funcionar ya que Maisie deja el tema con una sonrisa, como si estuviese esperando esa respuesta. Rueda los ojos.

No sabe quién puso el tocadiscos, pero de fondo se empieza a escuchar Sweet Caroline a un volumen bajo, permitiendo conversar. Aunque cuando empieza todos dan por acabada cualquier conversación.

Vicky y Rich se sientan juntos en el sillón abrazados mientras comparten alguna mirada y alguna caricia. Alina mira a Maisie quién desde el suelo, sentada observa a sus padres con una sonrisa. Sonríe al pensar que quizá este momento para ella sea como el momento del baile que ella vivió. Sonríe ante los ojos soñadores de su hermana.

Hands, touching hands.

Reaching out, touching me, touching you.

De manera automática se gira buscando a Roger, quién ya tiene la mirada en ella. Freddie parece divertido con John y Brian. Pero él simplemente la está mirando, como quién mira por primera vez. No sabría descifrar su mirada, quizá pensando en como le gustaría volver a estar como antes. Cuando era él quien se sentaba a su lado y pasaba el brazo por sus hombros, haciendo caricias en su brazo y jugando con su pelo.

Y muy a su pesar se encuentra deseando ir donde Roger y poner su cabeza en su hombro, y cerrar los ojos mientras sus dedos recorren cada centímetro de su cabeza.

Algo incómoda y avergonzada por sus pensamientos se estremece mientras se deja caer contra el costado de Blaine. Este algo sorprendido por el peso repentino en su pecho, interpreta el gesto como una muestra de cariño, así que pasa el brazo sobre ella, empujándola más contra él, y besa su sien mientras sus dedos recorren su brazo.

Alina aparta la mirada de Roger, quién tiene una sombra gris es su mirada y se deja querer por unos brazos y unos labios que sabe que en ese momento no desea. Y recuerda brevemente algo que solía decir su abuela... Lo que no es para ti, ni aunque te lo pongas.

"Ese jodido idiota." Roger masculla mientras se suben en la furgoneta. "Es un idiota pretencioso y un capullo. ¿Lo habéis visto?"

Brian rueda los ojos. Y aquí viene el drama de Roger que durará hasta la próxima vez que los vean.

"No os podéis creer el atrevimiento que tiene, ¿sabéis lo que hizo antes de irnos?"

"Por favor, dinos." Roger está tan enfadado y lleno de ira que pasa por alto el sarcasmo de Deaky.

"No os lo vais a creer"

"Supongo que estás a punto de decirnos" Brian abre un libro para poder distraerse por el camino. Si tiene que escuchar de fondo el cabreo de Roger al menos que no sea su único entretenimiento.

"¡Me chocó el hombro! Me dió una palmada en modo de despedida con una sonrisa."

"No me puedo creer el atrevimiento que tiene" Deaky por alguna razón parece muy divertido con la situación.

"Deberías golpearlo" sugiere Freddie.

"¡Freddie!" Brian le da un golpe en el muslo. "Oye Rog, es el novio de Alina, y ella está feliz. Deberías alegrarte."

"Es un arrogante. ¿No visteis como dijo que no quería decepcionar a su madre? como si fuésemos unos fracasados."

"También dijo que teníamos talento y llegaríamos lejos, pero tu mente retorcida no lo recuerda"

"Cállate Brian"

Saca de su chaqueta el paquete de tabaco y en seguida enciende un cigarrillo.

El viaje en coche está tranquilo durante unos segundos, pero tanto Brian como Deaky están esperando el momento en el que Roger explote. Ambos saben que esas no son sus últimas palabras sobre Blaine, y que su grande boca no sabe estarse en silencio sin decir todo lo que piensa en todo momento.

"¿Pero sabéis que es lo que más me molesta?" Brian rueda los ojos con un suspiro mientras Freddie y Deaky aguantan la risa. "Esa mirada de suficiencia y superioridad mientras Alina se recostaba sobre él. ¡Se atrevió a mirarme y sonreírme! Estaba buscando sacarme de mis casillas."

"Menos mal que no está funcionando" Deaky contesta solo para que Roger no sienta que habla solo, aunque honestamente, lo hace. Simplemente se ríen de su actitud sin hacerle ningún caso.

"¡Y ella!, me estaba mirando y simplemente se recostó en él. ¡Mirándome!, cómo si tuviese algo que demostrar."

"No es que estés resentido ni nada."

Roger vuelve a callarse mientras lleva el cigarro a sus labios con ansiedad.

"Quizá deberías hablar con ella, sobre como te sientes" sugiere Brian. Y siente que solo es más gasolina sobre el fuego que ahora es Roger.

"Si quiere hablar conmigo, sabrá donde encontrarme. No pienso hablar con ella." Y con esa última frase, la furgoneta vuelve a su silencio sepulcral. "¿Pero sabéis qué...?"

Deaky rueda los ojos mientras Freddie suelta una carcajada y Brian se encoge en su asiento. Será un largo camino el que su amigo tiene que recorrer hasta llegar a una conclusión con sus sentimientos. Y él tendrá que estar a su lado, dando consejos que su ego no le permite escuchar. Cierra los ojos y se apoya contra la ventanilla. Será un viaje largo.

1976

"¡Hola Deaky!" El grito de Alina asusta al músico quién está en la sala de sonido jugando con la demo de una canción, aumentando y disminuyendo el sonido de los instrumentos.

"¿Nadie te ha dicho nunca que no debes acercarte por la espalda sin avisar?" Se lleva una mano al peco sintiendo como casi se le para el corazón. "De todas formas, ¿qué haces aquí? pensábamos que hoy no vendrías"

"Tengo que hablar con Roger"

La sonrisa en el rostro de Alina lo desconcierta por un momento, pero enseguida sonríe y entendiendo la indirecta, aprieta el botón que conecta con los altavoces del estudio.

"Roger, tienes visita" El rubio que está de rodillas sobre su batería ajustando algunos tornillos se vuelve deprisa y sonríe cuando ve a la chica a través del cristal.

"¿Qué haces aquí? Pensé que hoy no venías... podría haberte ido a buscar" Alina casi corre y lo abraza. Durante unos segundos deja su frente en el hueco entre su cuello, oliendo su colonia mezclada con el humo del tabaco.

Deaky deja su puesto y se va a buscar a Brian y Freddie para avisarles de que no entren en el estudio.

"¡Finalmente!" Grita cuando los ve con las tazas de café en la mano.

"Blaine me ha dejado, le pillaba de camino" Con el paso de los años Roger aprendió a disimular un poco su molestia al oir su nombre. Pero Alina aún podía reconocer esa pequeña mueca en sus labios. "¡Tengo algo que contarte!"

Alina parece tan contenta e ilusionada que Roger sonríe automáticamente.

"Necesito tu más sincera opinión, no se lo he contado a nadie más, eres la primera persona que lo sabrá." La sangre abandona su cuerpo solo de pensar en lo que podria ser.

"¿Qué pasa?" Intentando disimular el pequeño mareo al imaginarse a su Alina comprometida, se apoya sobre el piano de Freddie.

"Blaine me ha pedido que me vaya a vivir con él."

Las palabras golpean a Roger hasta dejarlo sin aliento. Empieza a respirar con normalidad a pesar del disgusto en el fondo de su estómago. La sonrisa de Alina se desvanece un poco.

Roger ignora que los últimos segundos hayan existido mientras se dirige de nuevo a su batería y finge apretar los tornillos.

"¿Roger?"

"¿Si?" Sigue ignorando a la chica y el fuego en el fondo de su cuerpo, mientras intenta hacer caso a esa pequeña voz en el fondo de su cabeza que le pide que no lo haga. No esta vez.

"¿No vas a decir nada?" En este punto Alina ya no sonríe, y su voz empieza a titubear, no sabe exactamente que reacción esperaba de él, pero sin duda esa no era.

"No creo que quieras saber lo que opino, Alina." La forma en la que dice su nombre incluso sin volverse a mirarla hizo que un escalofrío le recorriese la espalda. No hay rastro de sarcasmo ni de alegría en su voz. Indiferencia.

"Claro que quiero saberlo" Intenta acercarse a él, pero no cree que sea buena idea. Parece una bomba que está a punto de estallar, así que vuelve a su sitio. "Eres importante para mi, necesito saber tu opinión."

"Te vas a vivir con él, ¿qué mas da mi opinión?"

"No he tomado ninguna decisión, lo tenía que pensar y quería hablar contigo." Empieza a sentir como el ambiente se tensa y empieza a sofocarse. "Oye, ¿no puedes mirarme mientras hablamos?"

"¿Quieres saber mi opinión?" Roger se vuelve derrepente con seriedad. Aprieta tanto la boca que podría romperse la mandíbula. "Creo que es una puta locura, y que no deberías siquiera pensarlo. No lo hagas" la última parte casi la suplica.

Alina se gira dándole la espalda con los ojos llorosos.

"Oye, querías una opinión sincera"

"¡Quiero que me apoyes!" Alina se vuelve furiosa.

"Bueno, si querías una palmadita en la espalda y una charla profunda sobre Blaine quizá deberías hablar con Brian." Escupe su veneno con rabia. "No pienso decirte que me parece una buena idea que desperdicies tu vida con alguien que no podrá hacerte plenamente feliz."

"Estás siendo un gilipollas"

"¡Estoy siendo sincero!, justo lo que tú quieres"

"¿Tanto pedir es que puedas apoyarme?, yo siempre te he apoyado cuando traías a chicas que solo buscaban su minuto de gloria contigo, y no me hacía ninguna gracia. Aún así te apoyaba."

Roger se vuelve con un suspiro.

"Sé que él no te gusta..."

"¿Realmente crees que mi problema es con él?" Se vuelve y de manera rápida se acerca a ella, haciendo que de un paso atrás. "Dime una cosa, ¿realmente esa es la vida que quieres? Un piso en Londres, un trabajo como maestra en una escuela privada lejos de tu familia y con un chico como Blaine"

"Me hace feliz. Estamos bien"

"¿Y eso es lo que quieres?, ¿estar bien? Deberías estar con alguien que te haga sentir mucho más que bien estar."

"Me quiere" repite quizá más para si misma.

"¿Te quiere?, ¿y tú?, ¿tú lo amas? Has venido buscando mi opinión, ¿realmente crees que lo amas?"

"No tienes derecho a decir esto" consternada se acerca a pasos rápidos hacia la puerta con los ojos llenos de lágrimas. Pero Roger la toma del brazo y la pone cara a cara con él.

"No, ahora me vas a escuchar. ¿Crees que con él podrías compartir los mejores momentos de tu vida?"

"Roger..."

"Cuando recuerdo los mejores momentos de mi vida tú estás en ellos, Alina" Esta vez no hay agresividad ni reproche en su forma de hablar.

"Roger, no lo hagas"

"Estar bien y ser increíblemente feliz no debería ser el punto máximo a alcanzar. Debería ser tu sentimiento natural. Lo mínimo que mereces es sentirte todos los días como te sientes al cantar tu canción favorita en la radio del coche, cantando a todo volumen con las ventanillas abajo y sería increíblemente feliz viéndolo siempre a tu derecha."

"Roger, por favor..." suplica.

"Nadie podrá hacerte ni siquiera la mitad de feliz que eres cuando estás conmigo. Y sé que muy a tu pesar, tú también lo sabes. Y por eso has venido a verme, porque sabes que he estado siempre aquí, y necesitabas oirlo de mi, Alina. Siempre hemos sido nosotros." Roger se queda sin aliento. Nunca ha sido bueno hablando de sus sentimientos, y por primera vez que dice cómo se siente, cree que la ha cagado. Y lo confirma cuando ve la mirada de Alina.

"Eres un hijo de puta, Roger."

Había tenído muchas oportunidades de hacer lo correcto. De apostar por ella si era lo que realmente quería. De dejar todos sus hábitos atrás y empezar de nuevo. Y decide hacerlo cuando ella ya ha encontrado a alguien más que cree que la hace feliz. Y todas sus seguridades vuelven a tambalearse como cuando tenía 17 años y vio su sonrisa por primera vez.

Y esta vez con las lágrimas corriendo ya por sus mejillas sale del estudio. Y Roger no se lo impide. Sabe que esta vez se lo merece.

"Alguien tendrá que hablar con él"

En el momento en el que Freddie dice eso, Deaky en silencio y con disimulo sale del estudio. Ya casi fue golpeado por su amigo rubio por solo preguntarle si le pasa algo. Realmente le vio con mala cara. Y no quiere lidiar con él ahora mismo.

"Está fatal"

Tanto Brian como Freddie observan desde el otro lado del estudio a través del cristal, como Roger golpea la batería haciendo un ruido desagradable incluso para él. No está haciendo música, está descargando su ira y su mal humor.

Está serio, con el ceño fruncido, rojo y lleno de sudor mientras no deja de golpear las baquetas.

El sudor le recorre las manos, haciendo que una de las baquetas resbale entre sus dedos y salga despedida al otro lado de la sala. Está a punto de dar una patada a uno de los tambores cuando Brian entra.

"Eh amigo. ¡Está bien!" Sujeta a Roger de los hombros. "¿Quieres hablar de ello?"

No hay nada que hablar."

"Yo creo que hay bastante." aún con la mano sobre su hombro consigue que se siente en la tarima.

"Se va a vivir con él."

"Lo sé."

"Es un buen tío"

"Si. Debería tranquilizarte que lo sea"

Roger niega con la cabeza. No está enfadado, ni siente ira. Siente una profunda tristeza.

"Tú no lo entiendes"

"No. De hecho lo entiendo mejor que tú. Durante estos años te he oido despotricar de Alina, así que ahora es el momento de guardar silencio y escuchar."

"Realmente no quiero hablar de mis sentimientos."

"Bien. Hablaré de los míos" Brian saca un cigarro de la cajetilla. Si va a mantener esa conversación, necesitará nicotina. Ofrece el paquete a su amigo, quién no duda y coge uno.

"¿Te gustaría saber mis sentimientos durante estos años?, ¿te gustaría saber que he sentido al ver a mi amigo enamorarse poco a poco de una gran chica, y ver como cada día lo arruina más y más?"

Roger no cree que se haya enamorado de poco a poco. De hecho para él fue de pronto. Casi sin querer.

"Estás tan poco acostumbrado a tener sentimientos positivos respecto a las mujeres que no has sabido actuar. Y has esperado tanto que ella se ha enamorado de otro."

"¿Qué puedo hacer?"

"Si no quieres hacerla daño, nada."

Brian es el primero que cree que son almas gemelas, pero ahora ellos no están en la misma página, y hacer algo sería un error que lamentaría.

"Ella... Sé que será feliz con él, pero..."

"Entonces apoyala. Es lo que necesita y lo único que podrás hacer de momento." Roger asiente. Sabe que tiene razón, aunque le cueste admitirlo. "Lo que no entiendo es... ¿por qué nunca has sentado la cabeza con ella? Si realmente hubieses dejado a todas esas grupies estoy seguro de que hubiese salido contigo."

Roger no sabe que decir. Inhala de su cigarro y cierra los ojos. Quería vivir al máximo sin ataduras, sin explicaciones y sin tener que pensar en nadie que no fuese él mismo, pero a menudo se sorprende pensando en ella y fantaseando lo que sería abrazarla durante la noche, con un cigarrillo en los labios y su mano acariciando su pelo.

Entonces pasaron los años y comprendió que ya no quería sentirse solo. Nunca lo estuvo por supuesto, tenía su banda, amigos, familia... Pero quería pertenecer a un lugar. Tener un hogar. Y algún día una familia.

Una familia de verdad, experimentar el amor, y sentirse en casa. Entonces la realidad le vino como un jarro de agua helada. Había estado delante de él todo este tiempo.

"Porque creía que merecía algo mejor."

"¿Y ahora no lo crees?"

"Si" contesta apagando el cigarro. "Por eso sé que conmigo será plenamente feliz. Nadie la conoce mejor que yo."

CONTINUACIÓN