#allen leech smut

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boh rhap cast x famous!reader moodboards ♡

A/N: Just some moodboards I made while I work on part two of The Starry Eyed! 

Ben Hardy x Director!Reader

“You’re gonna put me in your next movie, right?” “In your dreams, lover boy.” 

Joe Mazzello x Singer!Reader

“Writin’ love songs about me, sugar-bear?” 

Gwilym Lee x Actress!Reader

“Psst, that’s my girlfriend!”  “Gwil, you don’t have to say that every time I come on screen.” 

Rami Malek x Fashion Designer!Reader

“My girlfriend is the one who makes sure my sense of style is still intact.” 

Allen Leech x Broadway Star!Reader

“Joe texted me earlier and said that we should be Danny and Sandy for Halloween.” “Tell Mazzello that’s the best idea he’s ever had.”

Lucy Boynton x Beauty Guru!Reader 

“Hello everyone! Welcome back to my channel! Today, we have my lovely girlfriend, Lucy!” 

[freddiesaysalright]

Allen Leech Blurbs/Requests

Taking you home to Ireland

[wewillwriteyou]

Crazy Little Thing Called Love || Chapter 11

A few elements from the main plot: A fine line falls between fiction and reality: what starts as a musical slowly becomes a game-changer. Tables will turn and it will get clear as the sun that the only unstoppable power in life … is love.

Summary Chapter 10: Elizabeth and Joe finally have the chance to spend some time alone. Will it be the right time for them to admit their feelings? 

Word count: 4.8K+

Warnings:  SMUT! (protected sex and graphic descriptions) towards the end of the chapter - Please read it only if you’re 18+; cuteness and FLUFF are all over the place & some language here and there as usual

A/N: Believe us, folks, you are not ready for this chapter! Sit down and enjoy the ride, a pretty wild ride if you ask us 🌶😏💗

Tuesday, 24 December 2019 

“Because you are the only one for me.” “How can you be certain? We were all fooled by the spell cast by the love filter…” “I never needed a spell to look into your eyes and see love”

“Do you think he’ll keep his mouth shut?” Joe asked, without averting his eyes from the book he was holding. He was laying on Elizabeth’s bed, his head on the pillow and the book in one hand, while the other flipped the pages.

“Who?” Elizabeth asked, briefly looking in his direction without stopping her pen on the notebook. She was practising drawing buildings in perspective and she had chosen the 9th dormitory as her first try: she knew that building like she knew the insides of her pockets.

“Ben,” Joe answered and Elizabeth stopped drawing to look at him. She was sitting crossed legs beside him, her back leaning on the bed’s headboard.

“Why wouldn’t he?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Dunno, - Joe licked the tip of his finger to flip another page – no reason, I guess… Just wondering if we should be more careful…”

Elizabeth hesitated a moment: did he meant he regretted moving in with her? Was that his way of telling her?

“Joe, - she took a deep breath – if you’re having seconds thoughts about this I understand, I-”

Joe shut his book and sat up to look at her, “What? No that’s not what I meant.” He gently threw the book at the end of the bed and turned to cross his legs as well, “I’m just worried something could jeopardise my year… or yours, for that matter… or even the play, I don’t know what I’d do if they expelled me or worse… - he took a pause – if they cancelled the play.”

Elizabeth chuckled while going back to her drawing, “You need to sort out your priorities…”

Joe laughed, “Ron Wesley? Seriously? You’re throwing Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone to my face?”

Elizabeth slowly nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing as well and drew another windowpane to the building.

“It’s your fault, Hermione… – she giggled – Your life spins around that play a bit too much if you ask me…”

Joe opened his mouth and brought a hand to his chest, exaggerating his shock, “Excuse me?!”

Elizabeth couldn’t stop giggling and she knew her lack of concentration was messing up her drawing, “Stop making me laugh! I can’t work like this!”

She uncrossed her legs to get up and go sit at her desk, but a hand trapped her arm and made her fall on her back on the mattress. She squealed and left the grip on the notebook, that fell on the floor with a thud.

The girl giggled and realised she still had the pen in her hand. It took less than a second to Joe to understand what she was going to do and he reacted immediately, but he wasn’t fast enough. Before he could trap both her hands by her sides, Elizabeth had managed to draw a small line on his cheek.

For a fraction of a second, they stared into each other’s eyes.

Joe raised an eyebrow, “Really? How old are you? Five?”

Elizabeth giggled shrugging her shoulders, “It was self-defence”

“Oh really? – Joe grabbed both her wrists with a hand – And how do you defend from… the tickle monster?”

“What! – Elizabeth widened her eyes and tried to wriggle herself free from his grip - Let me go, Joe”

She got out of it before it was too late and she swiftly turned around to trap him against the headboard, the pen in her hand and a wily smirk on her face.

“Don’t mess with me” she theatrically threatened him.

Joe couldn’t stop smiling and giggling like a dork, he was well aware of that. But he didn’t care. Because in that moment, in that room, there were only the two of them. And it felt like a jump in the past when they were in middle school and they were always at each other’s houses.

He didn’t want to interrupt that moment of silliness but he couldn’t resist. He began chuckling to himself, “You know? This will sound weird but… this reminds me of when we were thirteen – he looked at Elizabeth and she had sat back in front of him, deposing her fearful weapon - I’d sleepover at your house and you at mine and we’d play Nintendo till past bedtime… I still remember your mom yelling at us to turn off the light and us laughing and turning it off just to turn it back on once we’d hear her climb under the covers.”

Elizabeth giggled, “Yeah, I remember that too… And my mom does too, for that matter…- Joe chuckled as well – She still asks me about you sometimes.”

Joe was surprised, “Really? Martha asks about me?”

Elizabeth lightly slapped his arm, “Of course she does… she wants you to stop keeping me up playing Nintendo games all night”

Joe chuckled, “So I’m the bad influence on you?”

Elizabeth forcefully nodded, “Sure, she says I should really stop seeing you… - Joe acted shocked and she couldn’t keep a straight face – But don’t worry. I’ll never get rid of you, babe”

And in saying so she theatrically and gently caressed his cheek.

It would have been completely normal for them to act that way, but in that moment, as she caressed his cheek, even if she was play-pretending, she suddenly felt embarrassed and the warmth spreading on her cheeks betrayed her. She blushed evidently, partly because of what she realised she’d sad and partly because of how close they were in that very instant.

From Joe’s point of view, the situation had become awkward as soon as Elizabeth had trapped him against the headboard and he couldn’t help but think about what else could have happened there besides threatening each other with a pen.

When her soft hand had caressed his face and redness had spread on her cheeks, he’d understood she had probably perceived the awkwardness as well.

He cleared his voice, “Well we should tell Martha, that her daughter’s not very good either… she draws on people”, he decided to say instead, trying breaking the tension.

Elizabeth lightly chuckled and without thinking about it twice, she licked her thumb and rubbed the black line she’d drawn on him. It was a reflex, something that had looked innocent in her head. Something she had already done in the past and it had been fine.

But that night, it was everything besides fine.

It was like everything they did they could only make the situation more awkward.

Did we lose our chemistry?, she asked herself. Are we not friends like we used to?

She feared those three weeks of reacquainting with one another had been a waste of time. What if their friendship had been damaged permanently?

Joe gulped, the tension was back to make his spine stiff again and his ability of reasoning weaker.

Elizabeth let out a burst of constraint laughter, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me tonight…”

She shifted on the bed and instead of sitting in front of him, she sat by his side, her back leaning on the headboard and her head abandoned to fall backwards.

Joe glanced at her and cleared his throat again, his voice serious, “It’s okay, Liz.”

He saw her closing her eyes, biting her lip and lightly shaking her head. She probably thought it was imperceptible but he’d seen her.

He took a deep breath. He had to say something. He had a feeling all that was happening for one reason. And he didn’t know whether to be happy, confused or scared that the reason might actually have been what he was hoping for.

“Liz, - he started quietly, slowly turning to look at her as she did the same, the head still resting on the headboard – you remember how we used to play true confessions in high school?”

Elizabeth sluggishly chuckled and nodded.

“Well, - Joe continued – I have a confession to make.”

He paused for a few seconds, knowing he was going down a one-way road, with no chance of turning back.

She frowned, “What, Joey?”

Joey, he thought to himself. If on the outside he looked nervous, the mention of that stupid nickname was causing a storm of emotions inside his head. Joey and Lizzie were how they called each other anytime the other needed to talk about something serious: those nicknames had always made them laugh so they seemed perfect to mention when all the other person needed was a smile.

It worked like it had every time before.

Joe smiled before continuing and Elizabeth smiled at him back.

“Lizzie, - he started again with a half-smile – I know I’ll be talking nonsense from now on, so please stop me if you decide you don’t want to hear it. Because once I say it I won’t be able to get it back…”

The girl furrowed her eyebrows again. Her instinct was telling her she already knew what he was about to say. At least, she thought she knew. She hoped, she knew.

She shifted again and turned her body towards him, leaning on her side on the headboard, a silent gesture to say ‘I’m listening’.

Joe exhaled for the hundredth time in those last five minutes.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now - he began slowly - Well actually I didn’t know I wanted to tell you at first… I thought I was misreading things and I tried to forget about it all, but then Gwilym happened and I didn’t know how to talk to you… you had disappeared from my life and I couldn’t stand –”

Elizabeth’s smile widened. She still didn’t know how to feel about what was happening. She was feeling too many emotions to choose only one.

“Joe-Joe–” she tried interrupting him, but he kept on talking, his sentences speeding up as they followed one another.

“But when I saw you that day at the park and I told you I was fine, I knew you knew I wasn’t and when I found you alone there, I couldn’t help but feel relieved, even it that makes me a terrible friend to Gwilym. I was happy I could try again and-”

“Joe could you just-” she chuckled: it was like trying to have a conversation during a rapping contest.

“And then, – he continued undaunted, his lips curving into a smile because he knew she had caught on where he was leading to - I came here to tell you because I wanted to know what you wanted to say to me that same day at the park but I saw-”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, the biggest smile lighting her face.

And without thinking of it twice, she shut him up properly.

She swiftly turned and, placing a hand on his cheek, she guided her lips onto his.

Joe hadn’t registered immediately what was happening and the kiss remained barely a long-lasting smack for a couple of seconds.

When he realised words weren’t strictly necessary to let her know what he wanted to say, he smiled against her lips and, bringing a hand behind her neck, he inclined his head to deepen the kiss.

Elizabeth felt like someone had lighted a hot air balloon inside her chest. She couldn’t stop smiling between one kiss and the other and Joe curving his lips in a smile as well could only make her smile more.

They pulled away at the same time, both breathless and with a spark in their eyes. They stared into each other’s eyes for a few instants, before bursting out laughing in unison.

Elizabeth rubbed her eyes, trying recomposing herself. Joe placed a hand on his belly to stop himself from laughing more.

“Why are we laughing?” he asked, still chuckling.

Elizabeth brought a hand to her forehead and shook her head with a small giggle, “I really have no idea…”

They both sat back, their gazes fixed on Elizabeth’s desk at the end of her bed.

“So…” Joe started again.

“So,” Elizabeth echoed him, turning her head to look at him, a small shy smile on her face.

“So, you liked my confession?…” Joe asked and Elizabeth pushed her shoulder against his chuckling.

She looked at her hands fidgeting in her lap, “I don’t know why I did that”

The smile slowly vanished from her face as she thought about it. She had been impulsive. Again. Just like she had done with Gwilym. And look where it has brought you…, she thought to herself.

She hated jumping back and forth from happy to worried all the time. Doing something and then overthinking about it. She was sick of it. Why couldn’t she be more decisive? Why did she have to always question everything her own mind thought?

Joe slowly stopped chuckling and stared at the weaved blanket at the end of the bed, confused. What did that mean? Why had she kissed him if she was already regretting it? Had it not meant the same to her as it had to him?

“Did you… - he tried to find the right words – …want that?”

Elizabeth forced herself to think about the answer. YES. More than anything I’ve ever wanted, her heart shouted. And please tell me you wanted it as much as I did.

“Yes, - she said instead calmly – but I wish it hadn’t happened… I think I might have made things weird”

“Oh, - Joe replied, more disappointment in his voice than he’d wanted to let transpire – then… why did you do that?”

Elizabeth knew he wouldn’t have stopped asking questions until she’d told him the truth and sometimes she hated how well she knew him.

She huffed, “I don’t know, Joe…”. She got up from the mattress and picked up the notebook.

Yeah, I do, she thought to herself.

“I think you do,” he replied, a little bit of anger mixing to the set of emotions he was feeling in that moment.

“No, I don’t”, she walked to her desk to put down notebook and pen.

Stop lying!

“Yes you do, Liz, stop lying!” Joe got up as well to follow her.

“Stop reading my mind!” she shouted back, not realising that was supposed to be just a thought.

Joe raised an eyebrow. Anger and confusion were having the better of him, “Why can’t you be honest? I exposed myself over there! – he pointed at the bed where they’d been sitting – Why can’t you do the same?”

“I’m trying to protect you!” she shouted back staring at him, her eyes slightly watered by the emotions she was trying to push down.

When he frowned again, she averted her eyes and looked outside the window, where darkness had already taken over the sky.

“I don’t want it to happen again, - she confessed under her voice – not with you”

Joe’s expression softened, “Can you please articulate your thoughts?”

Elizabeth forced her hands down her sides so that she could stop fidgeting.

“I don’t want what happened with Gwilym to happen with you as well” she repeated.

She huffed and brushed her hair away from her forehead, “Nothing good comes from when I get impulsive. I only get myself into trouble and end up hurting myself and others - she paused for a second – I already lost a friend. I don’t want to lose you…”

Joe furrowed his eyebrows shaking his head, “Who says you’re going to lose me? – he took a step closer and fixed a loose strand of red hair behind her ear – Just because it didn’t work with Gwilym doesn’t mean it won’t for us…”

Us. At the bare thought, she could feel butterflies flying in every direction inside her stomach. She had never felt that way. With anyone in her whole life. Maybe it’s a sign, her hopeful heart commented.

“How can you already talk about ‘us’? - she half-smiled – And even if what you say is true, do you really want to risk everything? Knowing it might not work out and it might end like it has for me and Gwilym? Do you want to sacrifice everything we’ve built for an impetuous decision on a casual Christmas night?”

Joe registered everything she had listed and he really wished he could think everything through. Twice. But he had already made up his mind at the first half-smile she had given him.

“Liz, - his lips curved into a smile, unable to contain the excitement of the anticipation – you are worth the risk.”

He watched the redness spreading on her cheeks and the smile gleaming on her face but he didn’t give her the chance to reply. Before she knew, his lips were on hers and his hands were already holding her.

Joe had longed for that moment for such a long time he couldn’t believe it was happening. He thought at any time his alarm would have rung and he would have woken up like he had done several times in those last few months.

And somehow even if he had imagined it, kissing Elizabeth was nothing like he’d thought. He figured there would have been hesitation and shyness from both sides, but it couldn’t be further from reality.

There was an unspeakable hunger for the other person from both sides. They looked for each other in every kiss, every touch, every breath, and faster than they could realise, they let passion drive their bodies.

Without breaking the kiss, Joe stepped forward to the desk, making her walk backwards and hit the wooden surface with her lower back.

She effortlessly jumped on it and opened her legs to let Joe stand closer to her. He smiled on her lips when she did that and adrenaline shot up to her brain. She wrapped an arm behind his back and pulled him closer, while his hand found the way behind her neck beneath her loose hair.

Joe felt like soaring a hundred feet above the ground. The scent coming from her hair was inebriating and he felt like he was losing the last brims of lucidity he had left. He felt incredibly happy and the excitement of finally being with her was almost overwhelming.

He was well aware of her doubts and he felt like he could not blame her after everything he had watched her go through. But somehow his gut was telling him that anything could have happened to them and they still would have made past it. Together.

Elizabeth could feel the excitement running through her veins, a sensation she’d never experienced before. Not at that extent at least. It was like someone had poured fire inside her veins and in the few fractions of a second she was lucid, she thought that with Gwilym it had been nothing like this.

Her ability to think straight was being obfuscated by Joe’s hands holding her tight and roaming around her back, but she was well aware of what she was feeling. And she knew, deep inside her self, that Joe could have been endgame.

She suddenly pulled away to stare into his eyes, looking for something even she wasn’t quite sure of. Something to tell her this time her instinct may have been the right path to follow.

Joe simply smiled, asking with his breath short, “Is everything okay?”

She cupped his chin with her hands and lightly brushed her thumbs on his cheeks, returning him the smile, “I’m okay”.

Joe’s smile grew brighter as he leaned in to kiss her gently. He slid his hands down to her lower back and moved her legs to wrap around his waist, picking her up from the desk.

Elizabeth broke the kiss giggling, “What the hell are you doing?”

He did not seem to be handling it well and chuckled, trying to hide the effort he was actually putting into it.

Elizabeth could not help but laugh the whole way to the bed – which took three steps – and her laughs grew louder when he dropped her on the mattress and collapsed beside her.

Joe tried to push down his laughs as well not to interrupt the rather passionate moment, but her laughter was too damn contagious.

“I thought it’d be hot and romantic…” he said between chuckles, a tingle of disappointment in his tone.

Elizabeth got up on her elbows, laughter slowly fading away, “I’m sorry, Joe – she extended her arm to caress his cheek and guide him closer – It was really romantic”

Joe chuckled and shook his head, “You’re a terrible liar,” he said, closing once again the distance between their lips.

He rolled on top of her, holding himself up on the elbows. Her hands climbed up his back, beneath the sweater and t-shirt and it felt freezing cold against his hot skin. That contrast only helped his excitement to grow and a hushed groan disappeared into the kiss.

Elizabeth ran her hands up to help him get his head out of the sweater and for a brief moment they shared a look that meant ‘is this really happening?’.

He came down to kiss her again, hands flying at the brim of her sweater, taking it off with a few rapid motions. His lips left hers only to trace a trail down her neck and above her collarbone. Elizabeth exhaled deeply, her hands roaming on his back and through his hair to keep him close to her body.

The moment he nibbled at the skin underneath her ear, her brain was no longer in control of her actions. A hand rushed to the edge of his shirt and pulled it up so that she could throw it on the floor.

Pulling away for an instant, he got her out of her t-shirt as well. His brain was acute enough to realise it was not the first time he had seen her bra, but it sure was the first time he had seen it and felt the urge to rip it off.

Without a warning, Elizabeth got up and undressed from her pants, while Joe followed with a burning gaze. From a drawer in her desk, she pulled out a silver square and with all the nonchalance she could find, she walked back to the bed, pulled back the covers and gestured him to join her.

Joe was still startled and had trouble thinking and acting straight. The direction they were heading towards was pretty final and irreversible and he couldn’t help feeling a little nervous.

He got out of his pants as well, suddenly feeling… exposed in front of her. He kneeled back on the bed and looked for comfort into her eyes. He could see she was thinking the same. As she rested a hand on his shoulder and gently pulled him closer to crash her lips onto his, he kept thinking how crazy it was doing all that with her.

They shifted so she could lay down on her back again and without breaking the kiss, Elizabeth reached out and turned off the switch of her abatjour, leaving the room in almost complete darkness if it wasn’t for the street lamp outside the window and the decrescent moon watching over them.

He lowered himself and broke the kiss to trace a trail of kisses down her neck to the middle of her breasts. She hushed a moan and ran her hands in his hair, as his lips proceeded down her belly until the elastic of her panties.

“Joe,” she uttered, lifting her hips to help him pull down her knickers.

He smirked on her skin, planting a kiss right where the elastic had been and climbed back up to kiss her lips again. Her hands grazed his skin till the elastic band of his briefs and very slowly pulled them down.

Joe thought he could have cum just because of how slow she was rolling them down: it was torture. He shifted so that he could climb out of them with a sigh of relief.

As he came up to hover her again, he slid a hand underneath her back and unhooked her bra. She got out of it and threw it on the floor with the rest of their clothes, exposing the last piece of herself.

They looked for each other’s eyes in the darkness for one last proof it was all real and just smiled, nodding at each other.

This is it, that meant.

She opened the silver package and Joe adjusted himself and after another brief glance of reassurance, he sank into her, hushed groans leaving his pink lips.

Elizabeth arched her back and exhaled heavily, quiet moans escaping her lips as Joe found a slow pace. Her arms and legs involuntarily wrapped around his body as if to cling to him and keep him as close as she could.

At that new angle, Joe was nearly overwhelmed with pleasure, he shut his eyes and bit his lips to hush himself from groaning out loud.

“G-God… Liz, you’re killing me…” he managed to say and she let out a brief breathless chuckle but couldn’t bring herself to articulate any words.

She roamed her fingertips up and down the soft skin of his back, causing him to mutter something that sounded like fuck under his breath.

While he had slowed the pace to rest a little, she held the grip with her legs and rolled both of them over so that Joe was now laying on his back. As she sat up and started circling her hips in a slow deadly pace, Joe ran his hands through his hair, moaning and muttering swear words.

When his hips spasmed upwards, signalling he was close to his climax, Elizabeth let her head fall backwards, overcome by a rush of pleasure. It felt like electricity in her veins. She felt her core clenching and she knew she was very close as well.

She stopped her hips and lowered herself to kiss him again. Joe took the chance to roll over and thrust a few times more before letting the climax rush through him. As he kept moving for a few seconds after, waiting for Elizabeth to come undone as well, he intertwined his hand with hers and held it tight.

They collapsed next to each other. And for a few seconds, the room was dead silent. The only noises were the radiator and the freezing wind shaking the plants outside.

Elizabeth was still incredulous of what had happened, and even if she may have thought about comparing the experience with Gwilym’s before, she knew she had no reason to. She didn’t want to. They were two completely different matters.

“You literally know everything about me now,” she whispered, a dopey smile on her face.

Joe slowly chuckled, sliding his arm under her neck and intertwining their fingers together, as Elizabeth rested her head between his shoulder and chest.

He hesitated, suddenly vulnerable and insecure, “Did you… regret this?”

Elizabeth tilted her head back so they could look at each other in the eyes, “This may be the first time in my life when I am sure I have done the right thing.”

Joe’s smile widened as he let out a sigh of relief and leaned to kiss her forehead.

“Well, you have done me, - he continued in his usual playful tone – so that would make me ‘the right thing’?”

Elizabeth chuckled and shook her head, “You’re a doofus as always”.

Joe was glad she looked relaxed: he’d worried he’d forced her into something she didn’t want to be dragged into, but now that they were back to their usual shenanigans, he knew they were fine.

“Funniest thing is – Elizabeth continued – Hardy thought we had already done this… I mean from the look he gave us, he seemed to think, if we hadn’t already, then we would have done it soon…”

“Well, we proved him wrong…” Joe sarcastically said they chuckled, as their fingers kept intertwining and untangling.

Elizabeth’s phone lighting up partially ruined the quiet atmosphere. She excused herself and got up to fetch it from the desk, while Joe headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

“It’s my mom… It’s past midnight,” Elizabeth said, before realising she was standing butt naked in the middle of the room.

As she picked up her knickers and Joe’s pijama t-shirt, Joe reappeared into the room with a new pair of boxers and a sweet smile on his face, “Merry Christmas, Lizzie”

He walked up to her and planted a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Merry Christmas, Joey - she replied with a smile, - We are in big trouble…” she added, rotating the screen of her phone in his direction.

Joe furrowed his eyebrows confused and tried focusing on the chain of notifications, “Holy crap,” he just commented.

2 voicemails.

5 missed calls.

3 missed video calls.

37 texts.

All from Alex, the last one saying: ‘I am gonna kill you, woman’

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[bensakindofmagic]

Chapter Thirteen

A/N: this is basically just soft. enjoy. 

WARNINGS: MORE SMUT (yay) 18+ ONLY, unbearable fluff, swearing

w/c: 3.2k+

Chapter Thirteen 

You slept entangled in each other; a blur of bodies, united in every sense of the word. With your head laid on his chest, the warm glow of sunlight and the steady drumming of Ben’s heartbeat gently dragged you out of sleep. Sighing, you nuzzled your head in the crook of his shoulder. 

“Hey,” Ben rasped, his voice throaty and thick with sleep. 

“Hey,” you smiled, running your hand across his bare chest and over his waist, squeezing him into you. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Mm like a dream,” he hummed and shuffled down the bed so he was facing you. He peeked through half-closed eyes and smiled. 

Without warning he pushed himself onto his arms, suspending his weight above you, and kissed you firmly. As you traced your fingernails up and down his sides, over his back and shoulders, you felt his fleshy member, settled somewhere between your thighs, begin to stiffen. 

“You’re insatiable,” you whispered into his mouth. 

“It’s all you, love.” 

“Then let me take care of you.”

You started to sit up, forcing Ben back onto the bed. Slick arousal had already started to pool at your folds, so when you straddled him and rocked your hips, rubbing your cunt against his cock, they slid easily against each other. He moaned, vulnerable beneath you, and you smiled in satisfaction. You prowled down the bed until you were level with his dick, standing to proud attention. Any nerves from the night before had dissipated and all you saw was a man you wanted to share yourself entirely with, and whom you wanted to receive in return. You looked at him through your eyelashes and let your tongue caress his tip oh so gently; you could still taste yourself on him. You licked a firm line up his shaft and took him fully into your mouth. Ben let out a shuddering sigh, only encouraging you, and you gagged on him. You thrust your mouth onto him again and again, swirling your tongue over his slit, releasing him with a pop when you needed to take a breath, pumping him in your hand. You worshipped him, and soon you were both panting. 

“Y/N,” he rasped, his voice catching and he swallowed hard. His face said all you needed to know, so you crawled back up his chest and kissed him fiercely. You sat up, nestling your dripping pussy onto his crotch just for the sound it caused to tumble from his lips — a strained gasp, heavy with longing, with hunger. You lifted your weight and rubbed your cunt, spreading your syrupy desire over your clit. Watching Ben’s face, you pushed two fingers into yourself. His gaze was fixed on your hand, working yourself into readiness for him. He, meanwhile, grabbed a condom from the drawer and rolled it into himself, wincing in his sensitivity.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, “You good?”

He nodded, so you lined him up and sat down, sliding him into you easily.  An already familiar fullness pooled in the pit of your stomached you began rock against him, slowly at first but with increasing power. You leant forward, placing your palms flat on his pecks for leverage, letting your breasts hang above him. His hands wandered tantalisingly from them to your hips to your bum, but you kept your own rhythm. You were fully in control, and watching Ben’s face below you writhe in agonising bliss painted a smile on your lips, hung open in your own panting pleasure. 

You rode him until your legs quivered and your pussy was raw. He coaxed you to your high with strangled moans and curses tumbling off his filthy tongue. He followed soon after, pulsing inside you like a heartbeat. 

Neither of you moved for a moment, catching your breath and enjoying the warmth of that most intimate connection, but just before you dismounted you wiggled your hips salaciously. He grunted like he’d just been punched in the stomach and you laughed aloud.

“You’re gonna be the death of me woman.” 

“Oh, but it’ll be such a sweet ending,” you purred as you settled on the bed beside him. You indicated for him to roll onto his side, his back to your chest, and you curled yourself around him. You threaded one leg over his, an arm around his waist and the other hand stroking his hair softly. 

“I never get to be the little spoon,” he mused, his tone languid but there was a boyish delight hiding underneath.

You lay there for a long time, until he sun was bright in the sky — thank god you had the day off because dragging yourself out of that delicious embrace, tight and warm and so close, would have been agony. It felt as if every inch of your skin was pressed against him, like your heart was beating right through your chest and into his. 

But eventually you got pins and needles in your arm and your back got stiff and your belly started to groan from inattention (that pizza was a long time ago). 

“I’m gonna jump in the shower,” you said, placing a peck on the back of Ben’s neck and rolling out of bed. 

“Hope there’s no spiders this time,” he mumbled into the pillow. 

You chuckled, and headed to the bathroom. 

The water was refreshing on your skin and for a while you just stood under the stream, letting it trickle down your body. You could have stayed there for a lifetime — in that hazy, post-orgasm bliss, droplets drumming on your skin, and the bright excitement of a new relationship in your heart — if not for the thought of morning Ben, soft and fluffy, waiting for you when you got out.

You slipped into his bedroom, wrapped tightly in a towel, to find the bed empty. The sheets, a crumpled mess, bore all the sighs of your love-making. You fished around in Ben’s drawers and found a baggy sweater to throw on. It hung loose on you, falling past your bum to cover your knickers, and you had to roll the sleeves up. You’d thrown your hair up in a bun while you showered, but it now hung in a ponytail, tousled curls with a distinct ‘bed-head’ look about them. You caught a glimpse of yourself in a mirror, lips swollen, peppered hickeys just visible above the top of Ben’s jumper, skin glowing with a post-coital vibrancy.

You heard a gentle humming coming from the kitchen, and smiled to yourself at Ben’s voice. He was singing along to ‘Me and Mrs Jones’, and you stopped in the doorway for a moment to watch him. He bounced around the kitchen in just his boxers, the black of them contrasting deliciously with his pale skin, cast with a golden radiance in the morning sun. His voice echoed sweetly and your heart swelled, until he turned and saw you watching. He licked his lips as surveyed your bare legs.

“Mrs Jones, huh? Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” you chuckled. He smiled, but you caught the blush that crept up his neck. “That’s your real name, right?” you continued, sauntering over to him, “Ben Jones?”

“How’d you know?” 

“It’s the first line of your wikipedia page,” you giggled, sliding your arms around his waist when he turned back to the stove to tend the eggs he was frying. You rested your cheek against his shoulder blade.

“So you googled me, huh?” 

You could hear the smirk in his voice, but only rolled your eyes, “I researched all of you before I met you. I was doing my job.”

You had forgotten over the course of the last 24 hours that Ben was still your colleague. He had become your lover, one of your closest friends, but the next morning you would have to go to work and try your best to be professional. That would be a new challenge, but one you would face when it confronted you, not before. For now, you just wanted to enjoy this quiet moment. 

“What did you think?” he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts, “Back then, when you first met me.”

“Arrogant, self-righteous, boring, standoffish…” you teased.

He turned around, faux hurt plastered across his face. But then it changed, and you saw honesty and even self-consciousness there. “Really though, did you like me?” 

“Mmh, I knew you were going to be a pain in the arse from day one, precisely because I did like you.” 

Green eyes sparkled emerald with mirth. “So you fancied me?” 

“That’s not what I said.” 

“It’s what I heard.”

“You had a girlfriend.” 

“We broke up a week after I met you.” 

“Your eggs are going to burn.” 

He frowned, caught off guard, and cursed, quickly turning his attention back to the stove to finish preparing breakfast. Not long after, he laid out two full plates on the kitchen island and two cups of tea. You sat down gratefully to eat, ravenous after the night you’d had, and marvelled at Ben’s seemingly unlimited skill set. 

“Are you worried about her?” he asked tentatively, clearly feeling like he was walking on eggshells. 

“Your ex? No?” you shrugged, hyperaware of your tone and body language despite being completely truthful. “You’ve given me no reason to be worried about her.” 

“I know, but from your point of view, you see a long-term relationship that hasn’t been over for that long. I suppose I want to reassure you that I’m over it.” 

“Ben,” you smiled softly, placing your hand over his as it rested on the table between you, “All I see is an incredible guy that makes me feel wanted when he looks at me. For now, that’s all I need.” 

His shoulders relaxed with a sigh and he blinked slowly. “For now, huh?” He was smirking but there was honest inquiry behind his assured demeanour. 

You chewed the inside of your lip, “I know we’ve only been on one date but this is a big deal for me. I broke my rule for you. I don’t remember deciding to do it but I did, so now I have to commit to this.” A nervous anxiety gnawed in your chest as you considered the implications of last night, and the possibility that Ben might not understand what a big deal it was to you. “You know what my job means to me,” you asserted, hoping that he truly did. 

“I know.” He squeezed your hand, a return of faith and a show of commitment. 

You passed the rest of the day in that hazy balm of a new relationship, where you were still feeling out the dynamic between you: how often you touched, how cuddly you were, when to speak and when to enjoy the silence. It never felt forced, never uncomfortable. Sometimes it was fumbly and awkward, but when you giggled he smiled so widely that his cheeks turned into cherries and his elation turned into lines around his eyes. You settled so easily into him, it felt both thrillingly new and wonderfully nostalgic. Those weeks of joking and laughing together, getting to know and understand each other, meant that you already had the kind of familiarity that made intimacy so natural. You could almost believe you had been together in a past life. 

When Sav called you to see if you had finally told Ben how you felt, and you told her you had (and what’s more he felt the same), she squealed down the phone and insisted you meet to tell her all. You promised you would, and caught Ben smiling at you out of the corner of your eye. 

“She’s your best friend, right?” he asked, once you had made vague plans and hung up. When you nodded he continued, “I’m going to have to meet her.” It occurred to you how natural you thought that would feel, despite the fact that you had been together for a day. 

Being back at work was a little more strange, but not as difficult as you feared it might be. Ben really took it in his stride, which made the whole thing easier for you. He left you to your work a lot of the time, respecting that you had a job to do as much as he did, and treated you the same way he always did. He teased you, and shot you looks behind the director’s back and sometimes, when no one was looking, he would squeeze your hand or your hip or your bum just to remind you that he was yours. The rest of the guys where as accommodating too, and when you all hung out together in a group they settled into the new dynamic quicker than you did. At first you had been a bit uncomfortable, wanting to be affectionate with Ben in your downtime, especially in that first week or so, but not sure that the others would appreciate the PDA. But they made it feel natural when they teased you in that fraternal way that they always did, and joked that Ben was punching above his weight (which you would never believe). Keeping things quiet from the rest of the crew, however, was a little more tricky. You constantly wanted to touch Ben, to rest your head on his shoulder, feel his arm, fix his hair, and Ben was even worse. He was a tactile person, stimulated by touch. It meant that being a round him was electric and being alone with him often inevitably led to rather more physical contact than would be appropriate in the workplace, but it also meant that he constantly wanted to be touching you at work too. He would rest his hand on the small of your back or your knee, drape an arm over your shoulder, sometimes he would skim his fingers over your hand, your neck, anything he could reach, just to feel your skin, soft and warm under his fingertips. You loved it, loved the way it sent shivers down your spine, but you were starting to worry about the way Josh would watch your interactions with Ben, frowning and squinting his eyes. 

“We have to be more careful,” you whispered one day on set after Josh had walked off, staring at Ben as he pushed the hair from your shoulder. 

“What do you mean?”

“I think people are starting to get suspicious. Josh keeps looking at us funny.”

Ben scoffed, “Josh is just jealous. He still likes you, you know.” 

“I mean it Ben,” you asserted, swatting him gently on the arm, “I’m worried. I don’t want people figuring us out.” 

“So what if they did?” His tone was nonchalant but you could see the melancholy behind his bright green eyes, see the longing. You knew he hated keeping your relationship a secret, and how much it pained him to keep himself away from you. Still, you had your reasons. 

“You know exactly what,” you chided softly. 

“Would it really be the end of the world if they knew how much I adore you?”

“I have to be sure.”

His voice went deep and quiet, thick with vulnerability, “Are you not already?”

“Benny, it’s not even been two weeks.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Your chest went tight, a heavy lump settled in your throat. Your pulse was deafening, sickening, in your ears as you tried not to let yourself be intimidated by those words. You knew that Ben felt things intensely, and that his feelings for you had been growing for far longer than the short time you had been together, but still, to hear him speak with such certainty was more than you knew how to handle. You made a conscious effort to relax your shoulders. “I just don’t want to rush anything. The way I see it, we have the rest of our lives together.”

You let your fingers skate over his cheek, dancing along his jawline. You felt him relax into you, nuzzling his head into your hand. 

Abruptly, you pulled your hand away as you heard the muffled steps of someone walking into the room behind you. Your whole body tensed and your mind raced for some false conversation to fill the silence with, but deflated as you heard Joe gibe, “Relax guys, it’s only me. I was just chatting to the others, wanna doing something tonight?”

“Christ Joe, you scared the shit out of me,” you huffed, heart still racing from the moment of  panic.

“Uh, we were gonna have dinner tonight,” Ben explained, apologetic. 

Joe rolled his eyes, shoulders sagging, and sassed, “Yes, we were also planning to eat dinner. Come on, we barely see you two anymore.” 

“We see you everyday, we all work together,” you quipped. 

He almost stomped his foot, “You know what I mean. You were all distant when you two were arguing and now that you’re together you’re too busy going on dates—”

“That is what couples do,” Ben interjected. It still gave you a buzz to hear him call you a couple. 

“You know you’re exaggerating horrifically, right? We literally all went to the cinema together two days ago.” 

“Okay, yes I am, but only for dramatic effect. Please?”

You turned to Ben, “We could do dinner tomorrow?”

“We’ve got the rest of our lives, right?’ he smiled, moving to hold your hand but only gently skimming your pinky finger.  You bit the inside of your lip and nodded. 

“The Godfather!” you yelled as Gwil pulled his best Marlon Brando face. “Told you, I’m sick at charades.”

“How the hell did you get that?” Ben laughed incredulously. 

“You come here, on the day of my daughter’s wedding…” you grumbled out in a poor impersonation of the Godfather. 

“That was terrible, Y/N, really. Painful,” Joe snickered. 

You laughed, “Good job I usually leave the acting to you lot then.”

When it was your turn, you successfully acted out Jurassic Park by doing the most ridiculous dinosaur impression and pointing furiously at Joe. 

“I feel like that was an iconic moment in our friendship,” Gwil laughed. 

“You’re never going to forget that dinosaur impression, it’s burned into your brains forever.” 

“I’ll be doing at your wedding.”

The evening was spent in such the same fashion, drinking, joking, enjoying spending time with these people who had come to be such important friends. You found yourself in one of those rare moments in life where everything seems to have fallen perfectly into place. You were overcome with the sense that you were exactly where you where supposed to be. The love in the room, the warmth, the joy, was palpable. It tasted sweet on your tongue. Ben caught your eye and smiled, his lips slowing pulling tight over his teeth. Your heart swelled in your chest, delicate in the knowledge that these days, this wonderful dream, would end and you’d be thrust apart. You sighed, content to enjoy the moments you had. You surveyed the room: Rami and Lucy were cuddling on an armchair curled tight into each other, Joe was chatting animatedly with Gwil, recounting some story while Allen handed round beers, laughing to himself at Joe. Ben shifted beside you and threaded his arm around your waist. You let your head fall onto his shoulder, brimming with all the love in the world. It felt very much like these were the days of your life. 

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Queen and BoRhap Headcanon Masterlist

Key: *- smut ^- fluff +- angst

Roger Taylor

Coming home from tour*^

Seeing each other for the first time after a breakup^+

Fake dating for publicity but then you start liking each other*^

Having a fight^+

John Deacon

Waking up with a nightmare and him comforting you^

Seeing each other for the first time after breaking up^ (maybe a little +)

Going on a first date ^

Brian May

Finding out you’re pregnant ^

Borhap Boys

Going to the Oscars ^

Having kids ^

Matching tattoos ^

Helping their daughter through heartbreak ^

Mother’s Day ^

Taking care of you when you’re sick ^

Ben Hardy

Broadway AU ^

Supporting his fashion designer girlfriend ^

Traveling ^

Helping him learn the drums ^

Dating a plus size girl ^

Relaxing day ^

Blanket fort ^

Chaperoning prom ^

Helping you with homework ^

Lazy Sunday ^

Shopping (plus size reader) ^

Getting a puppy ^

Riding his face (plus size) *

He’s a sub *

Being a famous singer and dating him ^

Protective of you ^+

Lazy vacation sex ^*

Dealing with his bad habits ^+

Comforting him after a bad day^

Lazy Sunday ^

Blind Date^

High school reunion^

Ben comforting you bc college ^

Loving your small chest^

Meeting the parents & first I love you^

Taking care of you when you’re sick ^

Meeting a fan in public for the first time ^

Going to an amusement park ^

Singing in the shower ^

Gwilym Lee

Dating an artist ^

Constantly complimenting you ^

Size kink *

Marriage ^

Body worship (plus size reader) ^*

Cardboard Y/N ^

Relaxing day ^

Loving your small boobs ^

Loving your big boobs ^

Comforts you when you wake up from a nightmare ^

Protective/jealous ^

What he does when you have a panic attack^

Meeting a fan in public for the first time^

Comforting you during a thunderstorm ^

Going to an amusement park ^

Gwilyms birthday *^

Joe Mazzello

He’s a dom *

As an uncle ^

Jealous ^+

He’s a greaser ^

With a plus size girl ^

Daughters Disney birthday party ^

Flirting on social media ^

Going to a Yankees game ^

With a plus size girl (part 2) ^

With a brown eyed girl ^

Apartment hunting ^

Riding his face *

Comforting daughter through a breakup ^

Chaperoning prom ^

Pregnancy scare ^

Worshipping your body (plus size reader) ^*

After a fight ^+

Movie night ^

Waking you up ^

Road trip ^

Giving you oral ^*

Honeymoon/wedding night*^

Joe loving your big boobs^

Getting a pet together^

Grocery shopping^

What he does when he sees you cry for the first time^

Shower sex^*

Loving your small chest^

Plus size Reader riding Joe*^

He finds out you listen to audio porn*^

Fighting and breaking up+

Going to an amusement park ^

Taking a bubble bath ^

Allen Leech

Spoiling you ^

As a dad ^

Crying for the first time in front of him ^

Dating/First time*^

Dropping your kid off at school for the first time^

Prank war ^

Going to an amusement park ^

Lucy Boynton

Joe sets you two up ^

Going to an amusement park ^

Rami Malek

Going to an amusement park ^

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Home (Lucy Boynton x Reader)

Happy birthday to this beautiful woman. Lucy’s made all our lives better, and I couldn’t be more grateful. In honor of her birthday, I wrote this imagine for her that combined these headcanon requests that I got;

“Lucy... Like you're best friends and you come out to her as bi (or whatever you wanna write) and one thing leads to another and boom! cute couple !!” -anon

“Hi if you’re still taking requests for headcanons um please bless us with a Lucy proposal because I’m iN LOVE with that goddess and I just want to cry about it a little harder thank you I love you bye” -anon

“oooh! what about some headcanons for proposing to lucy?“ -anon

Warnings: Fluff, allusion to smut <3  Word Count: 4.2k **If you sent me a headcanon request, know that I’ll get to it soon! Thank you so so much for all of them by the way, I’ve never written so much in such a short period lol but you guys push me to do that and I couldn’t be happier. This was my first girl x girl imagine, so I hope it’s alright! I put a lot of love in this so enjoy xx

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Lucy. Lucy Boynton. 

In your eyes, the most beautiful person in the world and of course, the one who’s stolen your heart. She lies beside you in a domestic state, hair partially tied up to keep wispy hairs out of her eyes. Her face is bare from any sort of make up as she never quite felt the need to be so jazzed up when she’s around you, she’s said it herself. She breathes peacefully as the film you chose unfolds on her TV. 

You love her home. It’s little bits and pieces of herself that have come together to make Lucy’s flat. Little things you helped her pick out when choosing to decorate, other things you knew she had just thrown there in an effort to make things feel more like her own.

And you want to tell her, you so desperately want to scream out that you had grown these feelings for her that have nestled in between each nook and cranny of your heart, that you can’t bear a life without her and that she must know that you love her.

But something bites at you, the harsh reality that perhaps if you aren’t careful, if you aren’t sure, then you might lose Lucy all together. 

With curious eyes, she turns to you. You feel a wave of nerves come about you as she gazes at you.

“Y/N?” Lucy’s sweet voice pokes at you. You gently swivel your head around, a small smile settling on your lips. 

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” She chortles, lips parted as she blinks at you. “You seem ages away, love.”

Love. You know the terms of endearment are natural to her tongue, she would throw them on anyone she was close to. But your heart perks up just a bit because she always seemed to use them on you.

You examine her visage closely. With her pink lips and glittering eyes, lashes longer than life, you believed she held the whole world. The tendrils of her hair that do manage to fall on her face only make you chuckle, as you know in a minute she’d push them away with slight frustration. 

Lucy is beautiful, both inside and out. The heart of a warrior with the soul of an angel. And she is all that seems to occupy your brain.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” is all you reply with, a sigh escape your body.

But Lucy knows you like the back of her hand and she doesn’t believe a word of it. 

“No, really. What’s wrong? You’ve been distracted all day and I want to help if I can.” 

For a moment you think perhaps today is the day. Now is the moment, it’s reaching out to you with stretched arms, hoping you’ll latch on and take it.

You know you’ll have to tread lightly on the situation. One big revelation at a time, in front of her. 

The topic of sexuality was never one that quite came up simply because you both never felt the need to label or justify yourselves to each other. Everything came natural, everything was accepted. And you were always certain of yourself, until she came along and confirmed any lingering thoughts you had. 

Lucy Boynton, coming in to steal your heart and confirm your bisexuality to the highest degree. 

Who knew you’d get this far, really. With all the hours you spent with her shopping or running through her lines, all the times she gave you a long hug and stayed up late to chat with you about everything in between because she knew you needed it, despite her saying she just wanted to. It took a lot out of you to pretend you didn’t want to kiss her most of the time. 

The lines always were a bit blurred anyways. You didn’t want to assume anything of anyone, and perhaps it was simply in her nature to be touchy, to be so outwardly friendly all the time.

Perhaps today is the day. You think again to yourself. Part of you is wondering why you’ve become so terrified at the thought. You knew that if there was anyone to entrust your feelings with, it was Lucy. Even if she didn’t feel the same way, she would still know how to let you down gently, and that seemed better than secretly hoping someday she’d come forward. 

“I-I,” You stumble, anxiety reaching you as it all becomes much more real. There’s no turning back once you tell her. 

“You know you can tell me anything.” Lucy whispers. She places a hand on your forearm, rubbing it ever so gently. “I don’t want to force anything out of you if you don’t want to but please don’t feel alone in whatever it is you want to say.”

You gulp, knowing if you don’t tell her now, you might never. 

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I’ve really only become certain of it recently, but...” You fix your eyes on the polish of her nails, the two rings she always wore and hope it isn’t the last time you’ll see them.

Lucy parts her lips, nervous about the news you’d present to her. You were her best friend and she would lose it at the notion of losing you.

“I’m bisexual, Lucy.” You want to say it firmly but part of you is afraid of your own voice. 

You watch her carefully for a moment, flicking your eyes up to search hers for any truth.

A grin breaks out onto her lips and relief comes crashing down onto you. “You are?” She asks gently and you nod.

“Y/N, that’s amazing that you know, I’m so glad you’ve discovered more of yourself!” Lucy bubbles over enthusiastically. “H-How did you know, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I, uhm.” Oh shit. You think. Please don’t ask for details when I tell you this story, please don’t.

“Well there’s this girl, I found her lovely from the moment that I met her. And when I got to know her, I realised her personality was even more wonderful.” You utter, swallowing harshly in hopes that somehow, she might catch the hint.

Lucy tugs her arm away, hoping you won’t notice but you do. You suddenly feel all the nerves rushing back and hope it wasn’t a mistake to tell her.

Your voice is shaky as you speak but you don’t stumble as you talk from your heart. “She’s beautiful, the most beautiful person I know. And when I’m with her, I just know everything is going to be alright. She makes me so happy to be alive.” 

“Oh wow,” She says. “you sound like you love her. Does she know?”

“No, she doesn’t. I’m not even sure if she likes girls in that way.”

“Well she sounds amazing.” She replies curtly, and you can’t help but follow a trace of jealousy that’s faint in her voice but it’s there. 

“She is.” You say. “I’m not quite sure how to tell her though.” 

Lucy’s eyes flicker away and to the wall, at the artwork you helped her buy. She was on the fence about it whilst at the gallery but you told her you loved it and she made the purchase soon after. She hasn’t told you yet but she’s so happy she bought it because it brings her comfort in times like this. 

“Do I know her?”

“Yes, I’d say so.” You chuckle. 

“Oh, well,” Lucy swallows before licking her lips. “I think anyway you decide to tell her, it’ll be perfect because you’re incredible Y/N and you deserve all the happiness. Really, she should be lucky to have your heart because-”

“Lucy.” You stop her, this time taking her arm. You inhale sharply, now or never.

"What?” She bites, the green-eyed monster now ferociously standing in front of you. She thinks she’s hiding it but well but she can’t in the face of you, she can’t hide much really. You gain courage now at the sight of her jealousy, knowing even if she doesn’t feel the same way, there was a large part of her that cared. 

“It’s you, Lucy.”

Her jaw drops as her eyelashes bat feverishly. She lets out a short breath, almost like a gasp, but not quite. 

“Me?” Lucy’s voice is high, the voice of disbelief. “You love me?”

“I do.” You almost laugh, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “I love you. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I just needed to tell you.”

Your eyes are fixed on her as she bites her lip, blinking at the tea set out on the coffee table. You came by earlier with a box of her favorite as she told you she had run out. 

“Lucy?” You prod at her. She opens her mouth for a moment before closing it.

In a split second, she lunges forward at you, pressing her soft lips against yours. Lucy kisses you fervently, as if she’s never quite kissed before but now that she has, it’s all she wants to do. Her supple lips move against yours, tongue peeking inside your mouth to explore.

After a few minutes, you both pull away. You can’t stop the grin that breaks out onto your face as she holds your head against hers, fingers stroking your hair lightly.

“I love you too.” Lucy utters, a laugh simmering out as the two of you realise you both loved each other but were just too scared to say it.

-

Following the confession is pure bliss. 

You and Lucy adjusted to the couple life rather smoothly. As it turns out, all those moments when you wanted to kiss her, she wanted to you to do so as well. Her lingering embraces, her staying up to speak with you, all because she wanted to hear your voice. Lucy also wanted to be near you and she couldn’t go without you.

It was rather casual, when the two of you decided to go public. You were both strolling through the streets of London, her arm around you as you went from shop to shop. Photographs spread all around, but it wasn’t until you moved to kiss her that everyone was certain.

And the world was supportive, to say the least. They couldn’t get enough of you and Lucy together despite a few harsh critics. But you paid them no mind. 

The Bo Rhap fandom was especially supportive as the people who were also LGBTQ members found it comforting to have such role models around.

The Bo Rhap gang themselves had called it apparently. They had a running bet going of when you two would finally get together, to which you both just laughed it off.

“I was getting tired of waiting.” Joe said to you both once afternoon at lunch. “We were just waiting for the day one of you guys would say it.”

“Was it really that obvious?” Lucy asked. A chorus of “yes’s” filled the room. You only tugged her closer and smiled.

And so began the domestic days and nights with Lucy. The days when you’d both wake up, perhaps make love, then head for breakfast downstairs if not to a trendy London cafe. You had moved into her flat just a couple months later, although you practically lived there with how much of your stuff was there just from being her best friend.

On the days you both had off, you would go exploring somewhere in the city. Concerts and shopping were even more fun now that you could hold her and she, you.

You loved every second with her, and she, you.

Most days, after dinner and perhaps before reading or throwing on a film, you and her would dance gently into the night. 

With her record player, you’d pick out a vinyl and take her into your arms, swaying to the low music that played. Lucy would kiss your neck and tell you how lucky she is to have you.

Your ideal date, however, came one afternoon when Lucy strolled through to your shared bedroom, finding you on your laptop. She sat by the edge near your feet, laying a hand on your leg and smiling.

“Have you got any plans for tonight?”

You rolled your eyes, a gentle laugh coming out of you. “I mean, besides be with you? No, not really.”

“Well, I’ve got plans for us, so get dressed and we’ll head out, yeah?” She grinned like a child who had just received candy. 

“Okay.” You giggled. “May I ask where we’re going?”

“Nope!” She popped, heading into the bathroom.

An hour later, you found yourself in Primrose Hill with Lucy, a picnic blanket set up along with a basket full of yours and her favorite snacks. The sky was an gradient pink and orange, just as the sun was saying goodbye for the day.

“This is perfect.” You sighed, leaning into her chest. Her legs were stretched out and tangled with yours, palms out to hold yourselves up.

“You like it here?” She inquired and you nodded. “I know how stressed you were about work so I thought I’d bring you here for a day, just to remind you to breathe and how beautiful things can still be, even when you feel like shit.” 

You can’t help but bask in her beauty as she looks to you, ever radiant in the glow of the setting sun. You two were only together for six months, but considering your friendship, it’s felt like years. In a good way, however, because you fell more and more in love with Lucy each day.

Lucy’s cheeks grew crimson, still conscious of your eyes on her. You pushed a blonde curl out of her face and tuck it behind her ear.

Sweet gestures such as the one she prepared for you that day reminded you of just how much power she had over your heart. You couldn’t live without her, not that you’d ever want to. Now that Lucy was in your life, it’s never quite been the same, but it’s changed for the better.

And that’s when you knew you wanted her around forever. 

- 

One Year Later 

“Luc?” Your voice pings through the flat after hearing keys rattle, followed by the front door opening.

“I’m home, love!” She calls out. You shuffle into the hallway, meeting her halfway to greet her with a kiss.

“Hi.” You whisper and she smiles. “Good day on set?”

“Yeah, for the most part.” Lucy sighs. The two of you stroll through to the kitchen, but not before she stops to greet your pet cat.

“What went wrong?” You frown at her words whilst reaching into the cupboard to pull out a bag of her favorite tea.

“It’s just,” She pauses. She takes a seat at the breakfast bar, resting her head into her palms. Your heart aches at the sight of her so upset. “I couldn’t get all my lines together for some reason, and I felt so embarrassed because I was in front of Emma fucking Thompson and I kept fucking up.”

You stride over and wrap your arms around her, pulling her in as you feel her break down. Lucy was always one to keep up a front in the face of everyone else but with you she could be anyone or anything she wanted to be. And right now she wanted to be sad, so you let her just for a bit.

“Lucy, baby,” You say gently. She holds onto you tighter, breathing in once more before glancing up at you.

“I don’t even know why I’m doing all this, I don’t even think people on that set like me as much.”

You shake your head. You weren’t going to allow her to feel any bit of regret or self-loathing, not as long as you were around to try and fix it.

“You are one of the most talented actresses I know, and I know a lot of them because you’ve introduced me to them.” You remark and she giggles, ever so softly. “And if there’s anything I know, it’s that acting’s what your meant to do, my love. I see you when you’re on set, when you’re on the screen and so do other people otherwise you wouldn’t have that role in the first place.”

Lucy sniffles as she takes in your words. She gulps, blinking at you sweetly with tears still pooling around her eyes.

“Not every cast and crew is going to be like the one on Bo Rhap but you know what? All of us are still here and we believe in you. I believe in you, Luc. And I just know that this one bad day is not going to mean anything when you’re up there willing your Oscar or Golden Globe for best supporting actress.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll get that far.” She retorts, causing both of you to laugh.

“I know you will.” You take her chin into your hand, rubbing the supple skin tenderly. “I love you, Lucy. So fucking much, and I know you’re capable of the most incredible things.”

Now crying, Lucy moves to kiss you, salty tears between both your lips as she does so. Though she’s not crying out of grief, but out of pure gratitude for you.

And that’s when she just knows she wants you around forever,

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Six Months Later 

Your two year anniversary with Lucy was one you both moved mountains around to make sure you had free. 

This year, you were in charge of planning the anniversary as Lucy did your one year (and rather spectacularly at that.) She had flown the both of you out to the French Riviera for a week, where a lot of it was spent in each others arms, whether it be in bed or on the beach. It was a trip you could only dream of, and she made it come true.

Now, this year, Lucy could not unfortunately a week off due to her next project, but that wasn’t any bother to you when you planned the day out. Butterflies filled your stomach everytime you thought about it despite everyone’s reassurance that it was going to go fabulously. 

But everyone gets nervous at the thought of a proposal, who wouldn’t, right?

You employed the help of Joe, along with another mutual friend you were both close with in order to pick the ring. The Bo Rhap boys were absolutely buzzing when you told them, Ben and Joe even shared a look once you said it.

“I know, I know. You both called it, right?” You rolled your eyes at them.

“Yeah, that’s what it was.” Rami said in a sarcastic voice. You chose to ignore the slight suspicion bubbling inside you and moved forward with your plans.

You planned the whole thing meticulously, as you wanted to be able to capture the moment but you also wanted Lucy to be surprised up until it happened. That’s when you asked Gwil and Allen, perhaps the more secretive of the bunch, to help film the whole thing so that you could look back on it later.

Which brings you to the present day, your actual anniversary. The morning began with lots of sex, of course, and if anyone were to walk by your home they’d truly think a porno was being filmed there. Lucy was fantastic in bed, by the way. Always willing to fill your needs and then some, but could also be very dominating if she wanted to. Just how you liked it.

Following the love-making was lunch, in which you both prepared each others’ favorites. An exchange of small gifts, where Lucy bought you concert tickets to your favorite band and a necklace. You smirked to yourself at the other jewellery that would hopefully be given that day. You gave her two photo albums, the first with pictures throughout your two years together, plus little captions for each one of them. The second one, however, was blank, and she looked at you with furrowed brows.

You only smiled and told her it was to fill with future adventures and memories together, following your two years. She only kissed you harder afterwards.

And now, with Lucy is still in the shower as you check on everything you’ve packed for the day, you eye on the ring inside your bag once more. You breathe out heavily, feeling the same level of anxiety as you did that first night when you confessed to her. However, it’s a different sort. The kind that is, please-spend-forever-with-me-i-might-die-if-you-say-no sort.

Once you’re both ready, you hop into the car and make your way throughout London. She squeezes your hand gently, excitement filling her at the thought. You had been rather secretive about the actual day’s events and she was curious, to say the least. 

The day is filled with exploration, going through cute little neighborhoods of London that you perhaps haven’t seen, taking photos of each other and wandering into little book shops and record stores. Although this was something you could normally do, it filled Lucy with joy because it was her favorite thing to do and despite all the craziness she experiences with her fame, it grounded her, being normal with you.

Afterwards, once you notice the day is winding down, you take her back to the car and begin driving towards Primrose Hill.

A smile creeps onto Lucy’s face as she thinks back to that afternoon when she brought you there. She was a sucker for nostalgic things, and today was full of them.

You arrive and pull out the same picnic basket, Lucy now having a sense of what was to happen. She helps you set up and sighs contently once plopped down onto the blanket.

Lucy lies in your arms, humming a song ‘39 by Queen whilst toying with your fingers. It was the same song you two had danced around to last night in the living room.

“All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand...” She trails off and you take your hand into hers.  

“Today was perfect.” She later says, accent heavy and you know she’s a bit worn out from the day. You hum softly, reaching over to pop some fruit into your mouth before feeding her one.

The sky, now a blend of pink and orange, reminds you so dearly of that afternoon Lucy took you out. Your palms begin to grow sweaty as you think to now ask her. 

You wave your head around before making eye contact with Gwil and Allen, who managed to look inconspicuous as they nod at you, everything in place. If they weren’t careful enough, they’d end up looking like creeps trying to film you two and you giggle at the thought of someone calling them out for it.

“Lucy.” You utter firmly. She looks to you, eyes sparkling with delight. She never quite told you, but she adores hearing her name from your lips. 

“I think I’ve told you this before but I don’t say it enough. Whenever I look at you, I’m home, really. And no matter what terrible things life throws at me, I can just think of you and how much you mean to me and I know it’s all going to be okay.”

Your hands are unsteady as you reach into your bag, hand still covering the box. Lucy’s eyes are welling up and she can already sense what’s going to happen but allows you to continue.

“And two years ago today, when you told me that you felt the same, I just knew I could never let you go, darling.” Your fingers shakily open the box, revealing a ring which causes Lucy to gasp.

“Will you marry me, Lucy?”

“Yes, yes, I will marry you!” She shouts happily. You slip the ring onto her finger before she ardently kisses you, claps from surrounding people dispersing all around. 

Once pulled away, you glance at Gwil and Allen who throw you a “thumb’s up”, having caught the magical moment on camera. Lucy giggles at you whilst examining the ring.

“Oh my god, Y/N, this is perfect. It’s so beautiful, I love it so much.” She says before kissing you once more.

“You know,” She begins to laugh and you raise your brows at her. “I was actually going to propose to you and I was going to do it on your birthday next month.”

“No you weren’t.” You laugh, cheeks reddened at the thought.

“I was! I even told the boys and everything, I’m surprised they didn’t tell you once you told them.”

“So you have a ring for me then?” Lucy nods. “It’s back home, in the blue box on the top shelf, behind the other shoe boxes. I hid it away from everything.” 

The two of you laugh harder at the thought, you were rather perfect for each other in every sense. You couldn’t quite believe your fate, as just two years ago and perhaps the day before, you were fighting with yourself at the thought of telling Lucy how you truly felt about her, and yet two years later you’re engaged to her.

“You’re the love of my life.” You whisper, taking her hands in yours. She grins, massaging the back of your hand but only for a moment.

Lucy then moves her hands, clasping them around your head as she strokes your head gently. She lays a chaste kiss on your lips before pressing her forehead to yours, just as she did the first night you confessed to her.

“And you are mine.” 

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This is the first time I’ve ever written a girlxgirl thing, so I do hope you enjoyed it. I’m bisexual myself so this was actually rather liberating and I myself loved doing it. Know that I’m always here to talk about anything, sexuality, personal issues, whatever, I’m here. I won’t ever judge and I’m just full of love, I promise! 

More Lucy things to come in the future, darlings. All my love xx

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rules+whoiwritefor ???

rules ?

• no piss,, shit,, fart kinks cs ew .

• no pedophilia .

• i dnt write male readers,, only afab gn or fem reader .

• requests r always open, though they make take forever to be answered .

note ? i write in my own style: lowercase,, double commas,, slang,, etc .

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fandoms + characters i write for ?

♡ = my fave,, they're more likely to be written if requested

creepypasta ?

• bloody painter

• eyeless jack ♡

• laughing jack

• homicidal liu ♡

• jeff the killer

• ticci tobi

bungo stray dogs ?

• chuuya nakahara ♡

• edgar allen poe

• fyodor dostoyevsky

• nikolai gogol

• osamu dazai

• ranpo edogawa

• yumeno kyusaku (only platonic or child reader x yumeno, no smut hes like 10.)

danganronpa ?

• celestia ludenberg

• ibuki mioda

• kokichi oma ♡

• nagito komaeda

• rantaro amami

• shuichi saihara

genshin impact ?

• albedo kreideprinz

• chongyun

• cyno mahamatra

• diluc ragnvindr

• fischl

• hu tao ♡

• kazuha kaedehara ♡

• mona megistus

• raiden ei

• razor

• rosaria

• scaramouche // kunikuzushi

• tighnari

• venti

• xiao ♡

• yae miko

• zhongli

haikyuu ?

• akira kunimi ♡

• atsumu miya

• kei tsukishima

• keiji akaashi

• kenjiro shirabu

• kenma kozume

• kentaro kyotani

• kiyoko shimizu

• kiyoomi sakusa

• kotaro bokuto

• osamu miya

• rintarou suna ♡

• satori tendou

jujutsu kaisen ?

• megumi fushiguro

• ryomen sukuna ♡

• satoru gojo

• toge inumaki

• toji fushiguro

• yuji itadori

naruto ?

• deidara

• gaara

• hinata hyuga

• kiba inuzuka

• naruto uzumaki

• neji hyuga ♡

• sasori ♡

• sasuke uchiha

• shikamaru nara

obey me ?

• asmodeus

• barbatos

• beelzebub

• belphegor ♡

• leviathan

• mammon

• satan

tokyo revengers ?

• hajime kokonoi

• haruchiyo "sanzu" akashi

• izana kurokawa ♡

• kazutora hanemiya

• keisuke baji

• manjiro "mikey" sano

• nahoya "smiley" kawata ♡

• ran haitani

• rindou haitani

• seishu inui

• senju "kawaragi" akashi

• shuji hanma ♡

• souya "angry" kawata

• takashi mitsuya

• wakasa imaushi ♡

twisted wonderland ?

• floyd leech

• idia shroud ♡

• jamil viper

• leona kingscholar ♡

• lilia vanrouge ♡

• malleus draconia

• riddle rosehearts

• ruggie bucchi ♡

• silver vanrouge

• vil schoenheit

yugioh ?

• atem

• chazz princeton ♡

• duke devlin

• ishizu ishtar

• joey wheeler

• mai valentine

• marik ishtar

• maximillion pegasus

• ryou bakura ♡

• seto kaiba

• sora perse

• yami bakura ♡

• yami marik

• yami yugi

• yugi muto

• yuya sakaki

• thief king bakura ♡

miscellaneous ?

• adrien agreste (miraculous)

• amane "hanako" yugi (tbhk)

• ayato kirishima (tokyo ghoul) ♡

• ban (seven deadly sins)

• bellatrix lestrange (harry potter)

• beyond birthday (death note) ♡

• camilo madrigal (encanto) ♡

• ciel phantomhive (black butler)

• draco malfoy (harry potter)

• touya "dabi" todoroki (mha)

• denki kaminari (mha)

• eren yeager (attack on titan)

• feitan portor (hunter x hunter)

• gowther (seven deadly sins)

• himiko toga (mha)

• hotaro oreki (hyouka)

• iguro obanai (demon slayer)

• illumi zoldyck (hxh)

• isaac "zack" foster (angels of death)

• karma akabane (assassination classroom) ♡

• katsuki bakugo (mha)

• ken kaneki (tokyo ghoul) ♡

• killua zoldyck (hxh) ♡

• kusuo saiki (tdlosk)

• l lawliet (death note) ♡

• levi ackerman (attack on titan)

• light yagami (death note)

• micah yujin (error143)

• mihael "mello" keehl (death note)

• mikasa ackerman (attack on titan)

• misa amane (death note)

• mitsuri kanroji (demon slayer)

• muichiro tokito (demon slayer)

• nagi seishiro (blue lock)

• nate "near" rivers (death note)

• ray (TPN) ♡

• ray "saeran" choi (mystic messenger)

• rodrick heffley (diary of a wimpy kid) ♡

• ryuunosuke chiba (assassination classroom)

• sae itoshi (blue lock)

• saeran choi (mystic messenger)

• saeyoung "707" "luciel" choi (mystic messenger) ♡

• suit!saeran choi (mystic messenger) ♡

• theodore nott (harry potter) ♡

• unknown (mystic messenger)

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Doing alright

Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello (Smut)

Author’s note : Hello y’all !! Last but not least, this post is for Hardzzello Week 2019 - 2020, thanks to @lapofthemusicgods​ for this week this is fun !! This writing is supposed to fit the prompt ‘I know what I’m doing’. I hope you enjoy. As always, thank you for your feedback, I deeply appreciate. Also note English is not my mother tongue, please forgive my mistakes ^^

Warnings : this is a smutty thing. If you are not confortable with this kind of writings, just pass. (Ideally, only +18 please). Also note that during an intercourse, consent must be given and communication is also required.

Summary : A very Happy New Year with Joe and Ben

Words count : 3,018 words

Permanent Taglist  : @anotheronebitesthedick, @reavenedges-lies​ (as always love feel free to ignore ^^) 

This time, they all had agreed the New Year’s celebrations would happen at Joe Mazzello’s. Well, now it was Joe Mazzello and Ben Hardy’s. Yes the two actors were now living together, as the blonde had moved in his lover’s New York apartment.

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It had been quite a journey for the two of them. The two actors had met on the set of the movie about lead singer of Queen, Freddie Mercury. Rami Malek had eventually been picked to portray the singer himself. The tall Gwilym Lee had been chosen to play the role of guitarist and astrophysicist Brian May (his partner in life Anita had herself been puzzled by the resemblance between the two of them when the welsh was wearing his wig.) The talented Lucy Boynton was to play Mary Austin and Alleen Leech Paul Prenter.

As for the drummer Roger Taylor and the bass player John Deacon, the production had had a hard time. For the man seated behind his drums, they had eventually picked Ben Hardy. The latter had lied about being able to play drums, but this did not affect his performance. And eventually, Joe Mazzello, the kid from Jurassic Parc as he liked to recall everyone, had been chosen to portray the bassist of Queen.

Very quickly, the whole group they were forming had become real good friends. Gwil rapidly introduced his girlfriend and Allen his wife. Very soon as well, Lucy and Rami had become closer and closer, eventually confessing they loved each other, sharing a very sweet kiss. They were then three couple among their group of friends.

Joe and Ben, as a result, had also become closer. Never wanting to disturb the lovely couples, they had got used to stay together, merely playing video games, chatting in front of a cup of tea (as Ben was British, there was no way he would not have made Joe understand the importance of a very well balanced British tea), reading books or magasines together on the same couch. Just the two of them. Back then, they had been nothing but best friends.

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It was Joe who began to ask himself questions about their relationship. During the production of the movie, the two of them were spending most of their free time together. Was it too much of their free time? There was no denying. He loved being with any of the cast, dancing on the fake Live Aid stage with Gwilym on Boss Ass Bitch, making Lucy judge their wig in a very official contest, singing off key on purpose while Rami was training or organizing crazy night parties with Allen. Yet, with Ben, it was not the same. With the blonde, it was as if it was natural. Soon, when they were in the same room, they did not even need to speak to each other to guess what the other was thinking. They just knew. And at first, Joe felt quite puzzled about that.

Ben on the other hand, was quite relaxed about this. Joe was not his very first buddy and even if it was the first time for him as well he got along so well with his partner on screen, he tried not to worry too much. He just wanted to enjoy his experience on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody and prove he was a good actor, not in the movie because he was gorgeous, but because he was talented.

After the movie had been wrapped, properly promoted and released in theaters, their path did not part though. Joe was staying in London with Ben. Or Ben would come to America, either Los Angeles or New York, just to be with Joe. Two best friends hanging together. Until.

Again, Joe was the first one to think about it. He was staring at Ben when they were together in New York, as the latter was smoking his cigarette on the balcony, shivering a little because of the fresh air. As he looked at him shiver, Joe suddenly found it particularly difficult to swallow. The man who was standing on his balcony, wearing a mere tracksuit, his blond hair swinging a little to the wind, his pink lips making circles with the smoke of his cigarette. Joe stood there, unable to proceed. What was happening to him? As a human being, he was conscious Ben was attractive. Who would not be physically attracted by this young man? But Joe knew now he was both beautiful on the inside and the outside. The American considered the British as his best friend. But. Was it possible to have more in the relationship?

“You okay, buddy?”, Ben asked as he closed the bay window behind him.

“What?”, Joe replied.

“You’ve been standing there motionless.... Are you okay?”, he repeated.

“Yeah, yeah....”, Joe shrugged, lying. Of course he was not fine. He was actually falling in love with his best friend. Well, if there were only these feelings, Joe thought he could eventually handle them. Hiding them deep down inside, keeping on pretending everything was very fine. But now, he had a physical desire for Ben. And it was making him blush in many a situation.

As they were spending most of their time together, Ben had obviously noticed. Yet, he still did not feel ill at ease with Joe. On the contrary, he loved this situation. Ben was younger than Joe and less experienced in many a field, but on this very point, he was very confident. The British did not really want to ask himself too many questions, even if they sometimes popped up in his head. Was he gay? He did not know. Did it bother him? He could not care less. What was he looking for? He did not really know, he just knew he wanted to be with Joe and it was all that mattered. Yet, he had a plan.

The two of them were lazily sited on the couch, as the TV was on and the screen was showing silly programs neither of them was really watching. They had ordered food and there were still slices of pizza on the coffee table, with sodas. Joe was playing a random match three game on his tablet and Ben was scrolling on his phone. As usual, they both enjoyed each other’s presence without having to be talking or doing the same activity.

“Hum....”, Ben frowned a little, still looking at his screen.

“What’s up?”, Joe asked, his tongue coming out a little as he was trying to make a really long chain to get bonus points.

“My agent sent me a script.”, Ben announced.

“This is great.”, Joe replied, really happy for his friend. He paused the game and turned towards him.

“This is not a big part really, but still, it seems interesting.”, Ben nodded.

“Cool.”

“The thing is.... the dude I could play is.... gay.”

“And? You’ve got a problem with this?”, Joe asked, putting his head on the side.

“Of course I don’t, we were partners in a movie about Freddie Mercury.”

“What is it, then?”

“Well, there is a kissing scene.....”, Ben said, almost in a whisper.

Again, Joe felt his cheeks were burning. Suddenly, too many thoughts were rushing in his mind, full of what ifs. What if he gets the role? What if he has to be far from him? What if he ask Rami or Allen how it feel? What if he actually loves kissing the other dude in the movie?

“Joe?”, Ben brought him back to reality.

“Hum.”, Joe tried to pretend it was all fine in his brain.

“Mate, I need to try first. I.... I mean.... Could we?”, Ben quite awkwardly asked.

“Do you mean you want to kiss me?”, Joe was even more puzzled.

“I know with you it will be okay.”

Joe looked at him in the eyes. Gosh they were so beautiful. Two gems, two emeralds shining with the light of the TV screen. Joe was staring at his face and noticed a little bit of Ben’s tongue passing on his gorgeous lips. He swallowed a little and eventually nodded, without even realizing it.

Ben smiled and put his phone on the table. He slowly came closer to Joe and looked at him in the eyes. With anyone else, the latter would certainly have bursted out laughing, but not with Ben. He tried to control his breath, but it was as if his heart was ready to come out of his chest. Ben took his face in his hand and gently pulled him closer to him, as Joe closed his eyes, surrendering.

Joe had already kissed and had already been kissed before but nothing and certainly no words could describe what he was feeling at this very moment. In his brain, his cells were doing all at once, dancing as if there was a slow music, partying, jumping all around, laughing and crying at the same time. Never before had he felt such a sensation. This kiss was nothing but perfection. And he wished it could last forever. Ben’s lips were soft and hot and delicate and it felt so good, as if the world had stopped its rotation during this moment.

Ben was about to part, but Joe felt a sudden move of bravery in his muscles and pressed his lips on the blonde’s even harder. He was even audacious enough to slightly let his tongue out to get to Ben’s. Understanding what Joe was now wanting, Ben carried on kissing him, even more passionately. He slowly pushed him back, so that he could be now on top of him of the couch, their lips never parting. He caressed him a little as well and Joe could not help but let a moan escape from his mouth, making Ben stop. Joe was trying to catch his breath, still not daring to open his eyes.

“Are you okay mate?”, Ben asked.

“I am. I.... I mean I just.... Well, it was....”, Joe mumbled.

“Twas....?”, Ben raised his eyebrows.

Joe suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Ben still on top of him.

“This was the most perfect kiss I’d ever got. Ben.... you’re....”, he started to say.

He could not finish his sentence for Ben lips were back on his, and his hand everywhere on his body.

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It was the very first day of the year and Rami and Lucy had spent the night at Ben and Joe’s. It was not that late in the day. The four friends had been really responsible : drinking one glass of champagne after they had kissed each other when they had all screamed ‘Happy New Year’ when it was midnight sharp.

In the morning, Ben had wanted to run a little, while the streets of Manhattan would still be quite quiet due to the date. Rami and Lucy had decided to go for a walk as well, holding each other’s hand in the parc. Joe was left on his own, tidying up the place a little, preparing the lunch for the four of them.

Ben came back and kissed his cheek, making him smile, even if he was all sweaty.

“I’m going to take a shower and then I’ll help you with the preparations.”, Ben said as Joe nodded, focused on his dishes.

Joe truly felt blessed at this moment. He was going to have a great day with his dear friends and his lover was by his sides. What more could he wish for? Still peeling the potatoes, his mind suddenly began to wonder a little, picturing Ben under the shower, steam all around his muscled body, drops of water in his hair, taking a towel to get dry.

“Towels....”, Joe suddenly realized he had cleaned towels for his guests but they were still unfolded in the laundry basket. He quickly washed his hands and headed to the bathroom with the towels.

He softly knocked on the door and sighed in relief as he saw Ben was still in the shower. The picture he had in mind was far from being wrong and he stood there a little, staring at this beauty. He came back to reality though, when Ben stopped the water and opened the door to get out.

“Towel.”, he said, feeling he was once again heavily blushing.

“Thanks, buddy.”, Ben said as he took one and began to get himself dry. Joe bent a little to put the towels in the drawers, making sure the next person to take a shower would have easily access.

Ben put his head on the side a little, staring at Joe’s butt and he bit his lips. Joe stood up, facing the mirror and noticed Ben was looking at him with ardent eyes as he put his towel around his hips. Without a word, he came closer to Joe, pressing his back against his still a little wet torso. Ben began to kiss his lover’s neck slowly, trying to find a very special spot he knew Joe loved so much.

“Ben, what the hell? Lucy and Rami will come back any minute now.”, Joe tried to protest.

“Don’t you worry. I know what I’m doing.”, he replied, between two kisses still in his neck.

His hands began to wander on Joe’s body, caressing him here and there, and Ben was now smiling as Joe was softly moaning under his touches. He very slowly started to unbutton Joe’s shirt, one button at the time, kissing his neck between each of them. Joe was looking at his reflection in the mirror and Ben looked at him and passed his tongue on his lips, making Joe almost faint. Ben pressed his body even closer to Joe’s, creating a little friction between the two of them. Both their breathes were getting heavier and Joe had stopped thinking about Rami and Lucy. All that mattered at this very moment were Ben’s hand on his body, teasing him to heaven. Still looking in the mirror to guide his hands, Ben reached out for Joe’s belt and loosened it, and he slowly found his way in his pants, yet making sure his fingers were still on top of Joe’s boxers. He began to play with his lover’s cock, which was already hard. Yes, Joe had already had some thoughts in the kitchen.

“Oh my god, Ben, don’t stop”, Joe almost begged him, as he was still slightly moving as well, trying to create even more motion between both their bodies.

Ben unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, as Joe was still moaning, creating the sweetest sounds the blonde had ever heard. He eventually freed his cock and carried on teasing it, very gently. Feeling Ben’s right hand working miracles on his dick, his felt fingers teasing his nipples, his lips still on his neck, his cock getting harder against his back, Joe knew he would not last long.

“Can you come for me, buddy?”, the blonde asked after he bit his lover’s lobe very softly.

“Yes....”, Joe was panting already, his eyes closed as he was almost blinded by the sensation Ben was giving him.

“Come for me, now, love. I want to see you come....”, he almost ordered, still keeping his pace, the two of them moving together.

“Gosh.”, Joe said and Ben felt his warm cum over his hands and spreading a little in the sink.

“Good. I’ve loved to see your face in the mirror when you reached climax.... You’re so beautiful Joe.”, Ben said as he was still placing soft kisses in his neck.

“I would like to see you too....”, Joe said, still trying to catch his breath, yet, putting the towel Ben had around his hips on the floor. 

“Oh, you would, would’t you?”

As an answer, Joe nodded. He bent a little, grabbing the furniture he had in front of him. At this very sight, Ben felt an nerve impulse in his cock. He finished to undress Joe, revealing a nice and firm butt. He found his entrance very easily and began to come in and out really slowly, making sure he would not hurt his partner. Joe was doing alright though, as he was biting his lips in pleasure. Joe put his left hand in his back and Ben understood and grabbed it as he accelerated his pace a little.

Not thinking about anything else, Joe was now loudly moaning. The only thought that came to his mind was that he was about to get another orgasm in a row, this time just because Ben was fucking him and he could see both their faces in the mirror. Even if Ben was a little shorter, his motion was perfect and the pleasure they were sharing was incredible. Feeling he was getting close, Ben’s cock entered even deeper and harder, making Joe grab the furniture even harder. The latter looked at his own dick, almost ready to come as well again.

“Fuck....”, Ben said and Joe felt his cum inside him as the blonde carried on fucking him a little, slowly reducing his speed. All those feelings combined made Joe climax again, this time whispering his lover’s name.

Ben gently got out and made Joe face him to kiss him again, on his lips this time. The two of them smiled at each other and tried to catch their breathes.

“Is there any other way to properly start a new decade?”, Ben asked, getting his clothes to get dressed.

“You often said I’m lacking exercice.”, Joe shrugged. “And this is definitely better than running.”, as he was buttoning his shirt properly.

Ben laughed at his remark. “Yeah, we should do this more often.”, he suggested with a smile on his lips.

Joe looked at him, still wondering what he had done in this life, or maybe another one, to be lucky enough to have Ben by his sides. His best friend back then and still now, his lover. And definitely the best fuck of his life, he wasn’t ashamed to think. Yes, this very new year had just begun but it was already full of great surprises.

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A Midnight Reminder (one-shot)

Synopsys: Ben Hardy has been dating the Reader for little more than a year now, and their relationship has been amazing so far. But when some things are revealed and insecurities flare up, she’ll need to remind him of who owns her heart.

Pairing: Ben Hardy x f!Reader

Genre: fluff, toiny bit of angst, SMUT

Warnings: SMUT (unprotected sex and all that good jazz. Wrap it before you tap it, guys.), swearing, jealousy

Word count: 3499

“I have better things to do on my Saturday nights,” Ben said as Roger Taylor and then smugly smiled. “I could give you their names.” On cue, Gwilym as Brian May rolled his eyes and that’s when the director called cut. The two men stood up and stretched their legs, looking at a makeup artist who was doing the finishing touches on Rami’s hair, and Joe who had just decided to tag along, since he wasn’t in the scene. But that was not what took away Ben’s attention. There in the corner talking to Lucy was the most beautiful girl, with Y/E/C eyes that sparkled like diamonds and a smile that always took his breath away. “I hope my name is the only one you’re giving away,” Y/N said, giving him a small smile when Ben finally caught up on the fact, that she was actually there. In a second’s time, he had sprinted across the set and Y/N, anticipating his next move, had already jumped up, their bodies colliding as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms had a death grip on his shoulders. “You’re here, you’re here, you’re here,” Ben kept mumbling in the crook of Y/N’s neck and she just vigorously nodded as a response. Without thinking much, he started to make his way back to his assigned trailer when she muttered in his skin, “Are you not gonna let me say hi to Rami? Or introduce me to the rest of the guys?” “Nope,” Ben popped the ‘p’. “I haven’t seen you in two months, so forgive me if I wanna spend all of my time with my girlfriend. Alone.” At the last word Y/N saw his pupils dilate and a shiver went down her spine, but she had to be the grownup, even though her heart screamed to give into the mind of that horny teenager.

“Come on,” she said pecking his lips. “I wanna meet Queen.” Begrudgingly, Ben set the girl down and interlocking their fingers, he led her around the set to meet the guys. “Okay, that’s Gwil, Joe and you know Rami. Great, now you’ve met them, let’s go,” the excitement in Ben’s voice as he thought of spending time alone with Y/N was palpable, but she just laughed, pulling him back.    “Don’t be rude,” Y/N kissed him quickly. “I’m here for two whole weeks, so we’ll have enough time. Besides, I don’t think I heard them call wrap, so you still have work to finish.” Ben groaned and dramatically let his head flop down on Y/N’s shoulder. “But you’re here,” he whined, wrapping both arms around her waist. “Wow, you really have him wrapped around your finger,” Joe said, but it was not meant in a mean-spirited way. Y/N shrugged. “What can I say- he has me the same way.” Sooner rather than later, the guys were called to re-set, and they ran through the scene a few more times, Rami finally joining in before they wrapped for the day. Ben was the first one to dash to hair and makeup, sprinting to wardrobe just so he didn’t have to waste any second, he could be spending with Y/N. When he found her again, she was talking to Allen Leech and the man was completely in awe. Ben grinned, seeing her get along with his fellow cast mates so well and came up from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Hey, my Ben’s back!” Y/N smiled pecking his lips. “Allen and I were talking about going to your trailer and just chilling. Maybe order a pizza or something.” “Sure, you were. Or is that just your way of saying you want pizza?” “I’m off the fucking diet, so if you wanna talk shit about me enjoying life, I can go straight home.” Ben didn’t say anything just smiled and kissed her cheek, as he, Y/N and Allen all made their way to get together the rest of the gang and hang out.

***

The cast, including Lucy all, sat in the ‘Band’ trailer, just talking and discussing things. Loud laughter erupted through the small space as everyone cackled at what Allen’s reaction to his first meeting Y/N had been. “I’m just a huge fan of her music and movies. Can you blame me?” Y/N just waved a hand in a ‘stop it’ motion and snuggled closer to Ben. The man smiled down at her, and honestly, he couldn’t say that Allen tripping over a bunch of wires and stumbling over every single word that tried to make its way out of his mouth, was that off from his own experience. Y/N was an actual Rockstar and an Academy Award-winning actress. They’d met when he first had heard the rumours about a biopic of Queen being made. Instantly, Ben had gone to the closest studio to his London apartment to meet up with the person that would be his drumming teacher when he’d walked into someone, literally making the person fall on their ass. “Holy, shit! I’m so so sor-“ but he stopped mid-sentence seeing the one the only Y/N Y/L/N brush off the dust from her jeans. “ ‘S fine. Should’ve been watching where I was going anyway.” She looked up only to see two big green eyes and a wide goofy grin. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N.” The girl chuckled extending a hand. “And you’re Ben Hardy.” He started nervously laughing. “You know who I am.” On the inside he was feeling like a child on Christmas, the giddiness almost making him bounce on his feet. “I do,” she smirked before walking around the man and towards the exit of the studio. “And if what I’ve heard from Rog and Bri is true, I’ll be seeing you around. Top candidate for the role of mister Taylor and all.” Ben stood there, in the middle of the hallway, a dumb grin stretched across his face until his drum teacher clapped down on his shoulder, bringing the man back to reality. “You look happy.” “I just met Y/N Y/L/N.” “Ah,” his teacher smiled, leading them to the practice studio. “Well, then you might want to keep your fangirling on the inside. You’ll be seeing her a lot around here.” And he had. She was there to record another album while Westworld was on break, her playing one of the main characters and all before she went back to LA to start filming. But it was three months down the line they had formed something akin to a friendship. It was the middle of the night, when he’d seen her again, tears streaming down her face as she stormed inside the studio and suddenly, she had screamed. Ben was by the drums, trying to memorize the beats to ‘Another One Bites the Dust’ when the loud yell had scared him. Instantly, he was out of the recording booth and saw a hunched over form sobbing in her hands.    “Are you alright?” he wanted to smack himself the moment those words left his mouth. Of course, she wasn’t alright. No one cries like that when everything is good.    “I- yeah,” Y/N said, wiping a tear away. “What are you doing here anyway? It’s past one o’clock already.” “Practicing,” Ben said, and she just nodded. Slowly he made his way next to the couch and sat down beside her. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Y/N shook her head and rested her cheek against his shoulder. “Just hold me, please.” So, he did. He wrapped both his arms around the girl and hugged her. Together they laid down on the sofa and fell asleep. After that incident, they became closer and closer until the man finally gathered the courage and asked her out for a coffee. The smile she had given him had made his heart stop. Ben was so far back into the memories of how he’d met the girl and had fallen in love with the talented human being, it was when she said words he never expected to hear, that brought him back. “You know, if things had been different, it wouldn’t be me and Ben here together, but me and your lead singer,” she pointed at Rami with her chin, who chuckled at that. That threw Ben for a loop. Of course, he’d heard the rumours of the two stars of Night at the Museum hitting it off behind the scenes as well, but never did he think it was true. Media always liked to speculate. When the two had started filming the first movie, tabloids absolutely loved writing that the actors who played the love interests in the movie had a romance of their own going on off stage. Instant jealousy rippled through his veins as he looked at Rami, who had his own hand on Lucy’s knee, her eyes wide and looking back and forth between the two. “And what happened?” she asked. Ben felt Y/N shrug. “I don’t know. I think we kinda decided to try it out because everyone else was saying how good we looked together, how great the chemistry was and blah blah blah. But as the ‘relationship’,” Y/N put the word in air quotes with her fingers, “progressed, it just didn’t feel natural. It felt like I was dating my best friend, but not in a good way.” Rami nodded along, looking off into the distance. “We tried to see what everyone else saw, but ultimately it was not what either of us wanted or needed. And honestly, I know you feel the same Y/N, so I’m just gonna say it- kissing you off-set was the weirdest fucking thing ever. I think that is why it took us until the third one to actually do anything. Just the thought of you that way made me feel weird.” Her loud laugh echoed through the trailer, but Ben couldn’t stop thinking about the new revelation. She had been together with Rami. Not for long and neither seemed to have enjoyed that kind of a relationship, but still. It was a pretty big thing Y/N had kept from him and the actor didn’t like it. Of course, he realized how unfair he was being towards the two, all of that having happened years ago, but when you’re surrounded by the glitz and glam so much, it’s hard to sometimes distinguish what is real and it makes you question things. “Don’t take this wrong, Rami, but even if we had ended up having something serious, it wouldn’t have lasted long.” “Yeah,” the man nodded and looked down at Lucy with the same fond smile Y/N looked up at Ben. “Why’s that?” the blond asked, uncertainty in his eyes. Y/N seeing this sighed and slid a palm to cup his cheek. “Because I found love in you. And I could not fathom being with someone who doesn't own my heart.” There was an audible ‘aww’ from Gwil and Allen, but Joe scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes. The bromance between the two was one of Y/N’s favourite things as Ben always sent her funny snaps and Instagram messages of the two goofing around. "Gross," he muttered and the trailer was overtaken by laughter.

***

Y/N’s head was heavy as she leaned against Ben’s shoulder, as they made their way together to his trailer, after four more hours of talking and giggling with the cast. “You alright?” he asked, the deep voice she adored so much laced with concern. “Mhm,” she hummed, closing her eyes for a second. “Just tired.” He pressed a sweet kiss to her temple and wrapped his arm tighter around her waist. “We’re almost there.” She walked the rest of the way with her eyes closed, trusting Ben to guide her and not let her trip over things or hit her head at a low hanging sign. With a soft click. Ben unlocked his trailer and he let Y/N step inside first. She didn’t even wait for the door to be closed when she pulled off her pants and shirt. “Giving me a show, are we?” Ben smirked, eyes raking up and down his girlfriend’s body, but both of them knew, he was just teasing. Y/N was so tired she could fall asleep while standing up. Gently, he scooped her up in his arms and went over to the bed, placing her above the covers, while he quickly got rid of his own clothes. A soft whine of ‘come here’ fluttered through the air, making his heart clench. As he laid down, Y/N pulling the bedding from underneath her and over them, Ben wrapped her in his embrace and sweetly kissed her. “Night, love.” “Love you.” Y/N fell asleep in a second, but Ben seemed to be doomed never to close his eyes. The thought of her being with Rami had overtaken every part of his brain and he hated how bitter it made him feel. She wasn’t in love with his costar, Y/N was in love with Ben, and he knew it without a doubt, so why this new revelation made him so jealous, was beyond the Brit. “Baby, you okay?” her voice was raspy with sleep and Ben sighed, turning to his side to wrap an arm around her midsection. Her worried tone made his chest hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “About what?” “About you and Rami? Why didn’t you tell me you had a thing with him?” Y/N was becoming wider awake with every passing second, so she leaned up on her elbow to better look at Ben’s face. “Because, as I said before, it wasn’t even a thing. And what does it matter? That was more than two years ago, and nothing came of it. He’s like a brother to me.” A devilish smirk appeared on her face. “Is someone jealous?” Y/N whispered leaning up and letting her teeth nip at Ben’s ear. He groaned feeling her hips roll into his as she had hiked her knee over his side. “Can you blame me? You’re this amazing actress/ fucking rock and roll legend at this point. How could I not be when you could have anyone you wished to?” She continued on with the motions, eliciting delightful moans from Ben. “And have you seen yourself in the mirror, darling?” Y/N groaned, feeling him stiffen with every movement their bodies made. “Fuck, if I let myself go off every time, I read a comment on any social media about how much of an Adonis you are and how much everyone wants to be with you, I’d handcuff you to the bed and glue myself on top of you, just to make a statement that you’re mine.” Ben’s mouth quirked up. “You know, that doesn’t sound that bad. Actually, that sounds like fucking heaven.” His hands settled on her soft sides, as they helped her keep a steady rolling rhythm. The fabric that separated the two was beyond offensive in Ben’s opinion, but there was just something about teasing Y/N and in the end himself, that made the climax of everything so much more amazing. “Ben, I need you,” Y/N’s voice was desperate. The man just hummed as his lips lazily moved up and down the column of her throat, and he smiled, feeling her get more and more frustrated. But it was when she pulled his hands away from her waist and pushed them up and over his head, pushing him on his back and grabbing his wrists in a tight grip, an animalistic growl reverberated through the air and his bones. “Now,” her voice was low and dangerous and holy shit did that turn him on. Instantly her nightshirt was off, and her panties followed suit, Ben practically ripping his own boxers away. There was no time for foreplay, as the ache in both of their bodies had become insufferable. As much as Ben wanted to slam up and be hugged by Y/N’s velvety wall, he let her grip his member at the base and slowly ease down. Profanities, that he didn’t even know he knew, passed Ben’s lips and Y/N echoed them by pressing their lips in a tight kiss. It had been so long, too long since they had been together like this, she was almost sure she’d burst just from the feeling of him being sheeted inside. Ben gave Y/N a minute to gather her breath and as she did so, he felt her stretch and adjust, and once again mould to him. Her mouth was by his ear, praising him and whispering confessions of love as her hands moved up and down his biceps. It was in that moment, that Ben wanted to punch the living daylights out of himself for ever doubting Y/N and her feelings, for ever thinking that she was with him simply because it was easy and practical. Because in reality, it was far from it. The distance and work lead to fights and tears, and they had to solve the issues, rather than abandoning them, which is what both had usually done. If they didn’t, the pair knew all of the brilliant moments spent together, the tender lovemaking, and gentle laughs would crumble. And never had Y/N or Ben wished to keep something so much as they did with one another. “Can I move?” Ben’s words were a plea because suddenly not moving was incredibly uncomfortable. The soft moan rippling from Y/N’s throat was all the green light he needed, so clasping both his hands down on the small of her back, he pushed his hips up, until he had bottomed out and then slipped almost all the way out, leaving only the tip in. Her sigh of content was a sound Ben assumed he would only get to hear in heaven. Yet there he was, biting down on the shoulder of the most gorgeous girl he’d ever met as she marked his neck with love bites of her own. “I love you,” he groaned feeling Y/N tighten around him as his shaft finally hit that spot that made her Y/E/C eyes roll to the back of her head. “I love you so fucking much.” “I love you too, Ben,” her reply was breathless, but her gaze was fiery and piercing. “And don’t you ever forget that or doubt it.” Each word was accentuated by a harsher snap of her hips. The sounds of their bodies colliding, and Y/N’s slick having coated both of their thighs, sweat sliding down their frames and onto the sheets was more than obscene. He knew he wouldn’t last long, he could feel the release approaching like a freight train, but at the same time, Ben was not about to cum first. Detaching their lips from the heavy kiss the pair had been engaged in, he licked the pad of his thumb and brought it between them. The second Y/N felt him touch her clit, she saw white. Her vision blurred at the edges and the hold she had had on Ben’s arms became so strong, her nails broke his skin in places. Instantly, she wanted to apologize, guilt settling in her chest, but the movement of his finger became more erratic and without a warning, she was cumming all over him. It was like the orgasm had been pulled from somewhere deep within her soul, for she had never actually felt on the verge of passing out. Y/N screamed Ben’s name into the dark and if he hadn’t had a hold on her body, she would have most likely fallen off the bed, her thighs and stomach spasming so hard. Ben shut his eyes, forehead scrunching up as Y/N squeezed him so painfully hard, she almost pushed his member out of her, but instead, he trust up a few more times and let bliss take over his body. She felt him release, hot thick streams of cum filling her up and painting every inch of her walls. Ben remained like that- still buried to the hilt inside her warm and now leaking center- for what felt like an eternity, but not nearly enough, before Y/N rolled off of him, a whine of discontent making its way into the air that smelled of sex and love.    “Do you think anyone heard us?” Y/N asked, already being pulled back to dreamland by Ben’s steadying heartbeat.    “Well, if they did, then they will definitely know, who made you feel that good.”    And with a snort, Y/N closed her eyes.

***    Lucy’s head was laying on Rami’s sweaty chest, both of their breathing laboured. “Do you think they heard us?” she asked, big eyes drooping closed from the activities they had taken part in. Rami shrugged, pulling Lucy’s body closer and together they fell asleep.

***

Joe’s eyes were wide as he stared at the ceiling. “I hate my life,” he muttered and turned to the side, just in case his neighbours decided to go at it again, placing a pillow over his head. No matter which pair.

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A/N: I’m so tired and stressed and holy shit does everything feel like it’s happening all at once.

I have two fics of Roger (both set in the 80s Retro and 70s Vintage world) lined up to write. On is in the early days of how they met and then another one is revolving around the Golden Globes.

P.S. what did you think? 

P.S.S. my tags are always open.

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Masterlist

Here it is y’all! I’ll do my best to update it regularly :)

The numbers refer to my Prompt List

Hallow-Queen Prompts HallowQUEEN Masterlist

Series/Long Fics

My Man (Ben!Roger x Reader) Part I Part II Part III (kinda steamy at the end) Part IV Part V (tw: attempted sexual assault) Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX (smut) Part X Epilogue Bonus Blurb

Catching Up (Joe x Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI (contains smut) Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Epilogue

Dancing With Ben (Ben x Reader) Week 1 Week 2 Week 3 Week 4 Week 5 Week 6 Week 7 Week 8 (contains smut) Week 9 Week 10 Week 11 Week 12 Epilogue

I Don’t Like You or Your Band (John Deacon x Reader) Preview Full Fic (contains smut)

Lingerie (Joe Mazzello x Reader) Sneak Peek (smut) Full Fic (smut)

Peace Like A River (Gwilym x Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX (smut) Part X Part XI Epilogue

Imagines/Requests

Ben Hardy Ben and post-baby reader Ben saves reader from attack at a party (tw: attempted sexual assault) Ben and reader love at first sight (very fluffy) Ben helps reader with a sprained ankle Ben fights with reader about screenshots online Reader sees Ben’s ex on his Insta Reader is daughter of a Hollywood exec Ben and a younger woman Ben falling for a bookshop girl Ben wants to take you on vacation Ben and Filipino reader Running away from your asshole fiance with Ben Trying to start a family with Ben Long distance relationship with Ben (fluffy) 15 and 43 29 and 46 (smut) Introducing his boyfriend to the rest of he BoRhap boys 20, 21, 22 (smut) 1 and 44 (smut) 2 and 25 Dad!Ben (fluffy) Domestic fluff w/ daughter and baby #2 on the way Starring with him in a movie Morning sex with Ben (smut) Telling him you’re pregnant on his birthday Ben and your daughter surprising you on Mother’s Day Getting with Joe’s brother on set What You Deserve Firsts Reuniting after breaking up Misunderstanding you and Roger’s relationship When his fans are rude to you Dating an Australian HCs Dating a punk girl Teaching him drums for BoRhap Coaching your daughter’s soccer team Sub!Ben w/ pegging (smut) Asking you to have a baby with him (smut) Relieving his stress (smut) Comforting you after getting a haircut Asking him to make a sex tape (kinda steamy) Taking care of you after getting your tonsils out

Joe Mazzello Joe and reader find out they’re having twins Joe and reader with PTSD WWI AU with soldier!Joe and nurse!reader (very fluffy) Cheering up Rami’s sister after a breakup Meeting Joe after a long term relationship Drunk crying over Joe Joe helping reader with body image issues Meeting Joe on a blind date Getting with Joe at Rami and Lucy’s wedding (fluffy) A musical proposal Joe comforting you after a nightmare (kinda steamy)  Surprising you at work Comforting you when stress triggers depression Taking a bath with him (steamy) Drunkenly seducing him (steamy) You and Joe having lots of kids + one more 15 and 19 49 and 20 (smut) 40 and 49 36 and 50 21 and 27 (smut) Accidentally revealing you’re pregnant in an interview 28 and 34 41, 44, 23 Joe being clingy in his sleep Neighbor!Joe Romantic dinner away from the kids (steamy) Part II of ^ (smut) Fighting before he goes on a trip Joe wants to move in together but Y/N is hesitant When you’re different from his exes Choosing adoption Taking your grandmother’s ring to propose Celebrating going to college together Taking care of you on your birthday Comforting him after a breakup Proposing to you after a roller coaster Bath bomb proposal (kinda steamy) Morning sex with Joe at your parents’ house (smut) Morning sex interrupted by your baby (smut) Dancing to Somebody to Love at your wedding Baking with him on a lazy weekend Wedding night (smut) Introducing him to Stranger Things He takes you to a Yankees game Dad!Joe on your daughter’s birthday Stargazing with him Sub!Joe (smut) Dancing to Senorita Watching fireworks with him Keeping you up to watch the cricket world cup Starting the family band Aftercare with Joe Going to Burger King at 1AM Falling asleep watching TV Drunk makeout with Joe HCs Comforting you after losing your cat Wanting you to stay in bed with him Being Joe’s stylist (smut) Convincing you to dance with him Playing Just Dance with him Getting together while on vacation (smut) Feeling like you’re not good enough for him Doing a bunch of DIY around the house  Discovering his size kink (smut) Camping adventures Your first time sleeping together (smut) Catching you masturbating (smut) At your wedding reception Rami and Lucy hyping you and Joe up for your first date Falling asleep/waking up next to him HCs (kinda steamy) Distracting you from your yoga (smut) Telling him you want to wait until marriage Embarrassing your kids in front of their friends Going to bed angry HCs Turning him on in public (smut) Saying goodbye before college Drifting apart HCs (angst)

Gwilym Lee Gwilym comforts bartender reader Threesome with Gwilym and Rami (kinda steamy but also not my best work) Gwilym helps reader destress after exams (extremely fluffy) Giving Gwil a strip tease (kinda steamy) Gwil almost makes you watch Child’s Play  Gwil helps reader who is afraid of storms (FLUFFY AS SHIT PROBABLY MY FAVORITE) Gwilym and reader fight before a party Gwilym’s best friend has feelings for him Gwilym comes home after a month away Gwil and reader say goodbye to their dog (PAINFUL) Gwil used to make fun of reader in school Fighting for you at a bar Comforting him through loss of a loved one (fluffy) Playing Chrissy in BoRhap Reader attacked while with Gwil at a bar (tw: attempted sexual assault) Meeting Gwil and his friends at the bar Fighting with him before a business trip Getting into an accident and Gwil stays by your side Waking up with Gwilym (fluffy) 9, 29, 43 Baking Introducing you to Brian and Roger Comforting you after a bad breakup  Being with an American on 4th of July Surprising him on his birthday Firsts Moving in together Gwil and Playmate!Reader (smut) “Strangers at a bar” (smut) Dressing as schoolgirl for him (smut) Sub!Gwil w/ slight breeding kink (smut) Comforting you about your nose When you get you wisdom teeth out

Rami Malek Rami hooks up with a fan at the bar (smut) Part II of ^ Rami and reader skinny dip in their pool (kinda steamy) Helps reader with writer’s block relax (smut) Reader has a hard time showing emotions Taking care of sick Rami (fluffy) Defending Rami Fighting with Rami Rami winning you over on set (kinda steamy) An unexpected proposal 36 and 29 Seeing you without makeup Sub!Rami headcanons (smut) Proposing to you after sex (brief smut) Rami in drag for BoRhap HCs (smut) Under The Stars Friends to lovers Telling him you’re terminally ill (angsty as fuck) Taking your daughter to her first day of school Rami and deaf!reader cooking for his family

Lucy Boynton Helping her with her wedding Celebrating your anniversary Relieving the sexual tension (smut) Coming out to the cast together Getting drunk and admitting her feelings to you When your daughter is getting bullied

Allen Leech Taking you home to Ireland

Brian May Finding out Brian cheated (ANGSTY) Brian proposing on stage (fluffy) Brian and reader fuck at the drive in (smut) Brian and HS gf lose their virginities (smut) Brian comforts reader after serious accident (very fluffy) Brian and reader with ADHD Reader passes out and goes to hospital Brian and reader’s wedding day Dom!Bri blurb (smut) Road tripping with Brian (kinda steamy) Confessing his feelings under the stars You and Brian’s daughter coming out You and Brian’s daughter marrying her girlfriend  2 and 46 (smut) 50 Brian and plus size reader 40 (smut) 20 and 31 28, 33, 36 Roger’s groupies make fun of Brian’s gf Carrying you to bed b/c of an injury All his pet names for you Being insecure he might be cheating “Rumor has it I make you nervous” Enemies w/ benefits to lovers Becoming smitten with a flutist Defending you from the press

Roger Taylor  Flirting with reader after a gig Rog gets jealous when John accidentally sees reader nude Making up after a fight Performing Rocky Horror for him (kinda steamy) Teaching his best friend the drums Dreaming Roger was in an accident 60s Roger 80s Roger and Filipino reader  Roger and Latina reader Roger confessing his feelings after a car accident 10, 17, 37 Passing notes “All I Wanted” songfic She’s out of my life (angsty) Fighting with his childhood friend but getting together Being amused by your emotions on your period Public quickie with Roger (smut) 8, 17, 38 Doing his Rogerina makeup

John Deacon Joe!John kissing reader for the first time 20 and 42 27 and 21 Meeting John on SNL Helping you with period pain Talking about you in an interview Waking him up on his birthday

Freddie Mercury 19 He’s your first kiss 27 (fluffy) 46 Comforting you during stress When he isn’t there for you (daughter!reader)

BoRhap Boys Pregnancy fluff Discussing accents Ben interrupts you and Gwil’s wedding Helping you when you’ve been rejected

Queen Helping their protege after she gets pregnant  Choosing between Brian and Roger Taking care of you after fracturing your tailbone

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love || Chapter 8

A few elements from the main plot: A fine line falls between fiction and reality: what starts as a musical slowly becomes a game-changer. Tables will turn and it will get clear as the sun that the only unstoppable power in life … is love.

Summary Chapter 8: Alex’s shield has definitively fallen and all of her feelings towards Ben are exposed. She’s tired to pretend and, after a disastrous morning at the rehearsals, she decides to go and talk with him. But things are going to take an unexpected turn. 

Word count: 4.7k+

Warnings: SMUT! (protected sex and graphic descriptions) in the second half of the chapter - Please read it only if you’re 18+; a little bit of Angst and some language here and there 

A/N: Things get spicy in this chapter, folks 🌶 and everything gets even more complicated! Brace yourselves, and enjoy the ride on this rollercoaster of feelings🎢🙈

Sunday, 1 December 2019 

Once she was in his arms, nothing mattered anymore. Everything was blurred and distant. The only words she could hear were ‘You make me feel alive’, repeated again. And again.

“Cut! – Joe shouted, massaging his left temple – Sarah, how many times did I tell you? Your place is on the right, over there,” he added, getting up from his seat and walking closer to the stage.

“It’s not that simple! Elizabeth is my reference point, I lose my position when she’s missing” the girl talked back.

Joe sighed and his eyes caught the growing smirk on Lucy’s face, who was waiting for her moment to enter the scene.

“Do you find it funny? – he asked the blonde – that’s why you’re smiling, uh?”

Lucy shrugged and crossed her arms on the chest, stating:

“I just think that, if you’d cast me as the main princess, you wouldn’t have all these problems now. I’ve never missed a rehearsal, unlike a certain person”

“Unlike a certain person” Denise mocked her, not raising her head from the piece of paper she was reading. Alex who was sat down next to her laughed a little bit aloud and pushed her friendly with her shoulder.

“Shhh, they’ll hear you,” she whispered in her ear, keeping her eyes lowered as well while she was re-reading her lines.  

“I don’t care. I can’t stand that girl, for real. Look at her – she said, making Alex look up for a moment; Lucy was strutting around the stage, putting a little too much emphasis in her words – does she think we’re on Broadway or something? Jesus, calm your spirits girl”

Alex giggled again and scrolled her head, going back to study her part.

Denise raised her eyebrow in confusion when Lucy fell on her knees pretending to cry giving an exaggerated amount of pathos to the scripted action and sighed aloud turning her attention towards Alex.

“How’s Liz?” she asked, lowering her voice.

“Better. She needs some more time alone, I guess” Alex replied, not looking into the insistent gaze Denise was reserving her.

“’twas quite a blow for her. All the Gwil’s situation, I mean” Denise commented, diverting her attention to the stage again.

Alex nodded.

“Yes. It honestly kills me seeing her like that, I wish I could do something to help,” she added, while she was highlighting a few keywords on her paper.

Denise clicked her tongue against her front teeth and abandoned her shoulders against the back of the seat.

“If I know her well, and I do, she just needs to be alone for a few days as you said. The only thing you can do is hugging her tight; she’s that kind of girl who in moments like this needs more physical affection than encouraging words”

Alex nodded along, rotating her head to look at her. Denise met her eyes and they both shared a smile, then she gazed a point behind Alex’s back and grinned.

“Look who is coming” she mischievously said.

Alex turned around and saw Ben entering the auditorium. She looked at him as he walked down the stairs and waved back when he mouthed a silent ‘hello’.

Denise smirked noticing the shy smile that was curving Alex’s lips and coughed a little to recall her attention.

“So – she started, sliding an arm behind Alex’s back when she scrolled her head and went back to stare at the papers in her hands – how are things going with Mr. Handsome?” Denise cockily asked.

Alex rolled her eyes and inclined her head towards her friend.

"Spare me those expressive eyebrows, nothing is going on and there is no Mr. Handsome”

Denise chuckled and got back to sit properly, shrugging her shoulders.

“If you say so”

“Yes, I say so” Alex talked back, winked at her while she stood up and walked closer to Joe’s table.

She tapped on his shoulder and when he raised his head to look at her, she noticed how tired he seemed. She wondered whether he was so off lately because of the amount of work, he was putting into the musical, or because of the whole Liz-Gwil thing.

She scrolled her head to cast out her thoughts, deciding it was not the right moment to ask him those kinds of questions.

“Joe, since Ben has arrived, can we try on stage our part? I have a mid-term exam in a few days and I’d like to go to the library to study as soon as possible,” she asked instead, keeping her hand pressed on his shoulder as to say ‘I’m here if you need to talk’.

“Yes, sure – he replied smiling up at her – Ben, go on stage, please. It's yours and Alex’s turn,” he added, getting up from his chair.

Alex thanked Joe and ran towards the stage. When she raised her head, she saw Ben was already standing in the middle of the scene and was staring at her.

“Scene number 4, right?” she asked aloud, once she was next to Ben and they both started to flip the pages of their script.

“Nope – Joe jumped on his feet and reached the hem of the stage – I’d like you to try the last page of the second act,” he said, flipping his paper as well.

“But I’ve never even read those pages, Joe” Alex protested, gesticulating with her left hand while she put her right one on her hip. Ben giggled at her complaining attitude.

In the meanwhile, Denise had moved in the front row and was observing the whole scene with a smirk on her face.

“I know, but it’s one of the most important scenes” Joe replied.

Alex rolled her eyes and searched for the last part of the second act. Ben let out a surprised noise when his eyes traveled to the last line of the page and, at first, Alex did not understand.

When she reached the same line, she widened her eyes.

Oh hell no. She thought.

“A kiss? Between … us? - Alex’s voice flinched a little and everyone in the auditorium turned their head towards the stage – it’s not going to happen”

“Oh yes, it is going to happen. It’ll be just a peck on the lips, ‘m not expecting you to make out in front of the whole audience – Ben chuckled a little at those words and immediately received a deadly gaze from Alex – so, now c’mon!” Joe clapped his hands and walked back to his place behind the table.

Lucy, in the meantime, had frowned her eyebrows and had started to feel jealousy filling her stomach.

Alex closed her eyes for a second, trying to calm down, but when she met Ben’s stare she knew it would have been impossible.

“’re you ready?” he asked. And, as a response, Alex looked down to the pages and an amused sigh left her lips.

“What an ironic coincidence – she stated, pointing at the first lines of the last page and walking closer to Ben who leaned down to read them too – ‘and you know why you didn’t? Because for you, love has always been just a game’, does this remind you of something?”

“Maybe. I think some random girl had said to me the same words a while ago, before melting in front of me once I had shown her my piano’s skills” Ben talked back with a flirty, low tone.

“That random girl was your powerful wifey. The sorceress of this damned musical, so you better show her some respect” Alex replied, distancing herself ready to act.

Ben licked his lips and smirked, before starting to dress the part too.

The acted part went off without a hitch, but when the kiss’ moment came, a thin layer of tension fell between them.

“And now, kiss her” Joe encouraged Ben once he had pronounced his last line and was less than an inch away from Alex’s lips.

She was staring at him with her breath trapped in her throat, while her heart was drumming hard inside her chest.

Ben lowered his head and grazed her lips, deposing not even a proper kiss on her lips. Just a fast, almost imperceptible touch that left behind a feeling of emptiness. A feeling of ‘I want more’.

He then stared in her eyes, searching for the same temptation of going deeper, but Joe’s voice interrupted the moment.

“Nope – he said, scrolling his head – that’s not enough. I know I told you ‘just a peck’, but this was … meh,” he added, stressing the last word – or better said disappointed noise.

Alex breathed heavily and Ben could read annoyance written all over her face.

“Put some effort in it, mates” Joe then winked and took only a step back remaining close to the stage’s edge.

The two went back at staring at each other and Ben tried an encouraging smile to help Alex relax. She smiled back and slightly nodded, as to say ‘okay, ‘m ready’.

He inclined his head and kissed her. Again. This time longer, but always as chaste as possible.

When they parted, the whole world faded away and for a moment, they were alone on stage. Alone in the auditorium.

Alex’s eyes kept bouncing from his eyes to his lips and, this time, Ben saw that sparkle in her dilated pupils.

That sparkle that meant ‘I don’t want more. I need it’.

Instinctiveness worked faster and before he knew it, Ben was kissing her again. This time properly, as he thought Alex deserved to be kissed.

She breathed heavily and could not help, but abandon herself in his arms. Until a voice transported them both back to life.

“Cut! Cut! – Joe shouted – that’s a little bit too much” he explained, unable to hide the amusement in his voice.

Denise immediately covered her mouth with her hands, trying to suppress her giggles, but mostly to disguise her pleasantly shocked expression. Little did she knew that what was coming would have made her stare in awe even more.

“A little too much? – Lucy shrieked walking faster to reach the stage – Ben what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Alex took several steps back, but couldn’t unlock her eyes from his. Her brain was still trying to process what had just happened and, in a moment of complete bewilderment, she turned her head to look for Denise.

The girl scrolled her shoulders and opened her mouth, unable to help Alex with just one silent exchange of expressions.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Lucy yelled again and the eyes of everyone were on her again.

“I-I … Lucy, wait” Ben replied, literally jumping down the stage when his girlfriend started to head for the door.

“Lucy, please,” he said once he had reached her and touched her shoulder, but she slapped his whole arm away.

“Don’t start with your bullshits! You disrespected me in front of everyone and you also expect me to be fine with it!” her voice so loud that it echoed in the heavy silence that was haunting the auditorium.

“I was just acting, that meant nothing,” he said, placing his palms on her arms to calm her down.

Alex’s chest ached a little at those words.

“That was not acting! – Lucy spat out – you never kiss me like that. You used to, but now you don’t anymore. And you know it” she added, lowering her voice to not let the others hear her words.

She then turned on her heels and burst the door open. Ben remained froze for a second and briefly looked back to meet Alex’s eyes, who lowered her head to shield her emotions.

He ran outside and let the auditorium’s door close behind his back.  

Suddenly all heads snapped in Alex’s direction and if she could, she would have become tiny and disappeared under the wood of the stage floor.

“Okay, everyone! Guess we’re done for today! – Denise clapped her hands and stood up from her seat – am I wrong Joe?” she added, turning to look at Joe who was paralyzed still incredulous of what had just happened.

“Ehm, yes – he said, scratching her chin – yeah, yeah. We are done. Thank you, everyone”

Saying that Joe stretched his arm towards the stage to help Alex jump down. She sadly smiled and thanked him under her voice.

Denise ran to reach them and immediately put a hand behind Alex’s back.

“Hey, are you fine?”

“A little embarrassed, but yeah, we can say I'm fine,” Alex answered nervously giggling.

Joe patted her shoulder and tried a shy smile to reassure her. Alex returned the sympathy and followed by Denise she headed to the auditorium’s exit with a mixed combination of feelings gathered inside of her.  

***

The sunset was painting long, black lines on the ceiling and Ben’s green irises were mixing themselves with the orange walls surrounding him.  

He had his eyes fixed on the void and his mind was somewhere else, stuck in the memory of the kiss he had shared with Alex on stage.

Abruptly, a few insistent knocks on the door woke him up from his trance and, with furrowed eyebrows, he stretched his back and got up from his bed to go and see who she or he was.

The surprise in his widened eyes was more than evident, when, opening the door, he saw Alex standing there with crossed arms on her chest.

“We need to talk. Can I come in?” her voice trembled a little.

Ben nodded and moved to the side to let her enter, then checked the corridor outside to make sure no one had seen her come inside.

Alex thanked him under voice and stepped into his bedroom; her eyes started to roam around the room: a canoeing trophy there on a shelf, a pair of shoes forgotten on the carpet and a cute photo of Ben with Lucy on the desk.

“Are you okay? – Ben’s voice startled her and he noticed how nervous she was – I mean, has anything happened?” he added, taking a step closer to deposit a hand on her arm.

Alex nodded and, opening her mouth to answer, she rotated her head and noticed Rami’s bed was empty.

“Where is he?” she asked, indicating the unoccupied spot with a movement of her chin. Ben followed her gaze and shrugged.

“’s somewhere in the library with a few friends to study for an exam – and saying that, he walked towards his own bed and sat down on the mattress – why?” he chuckled, not quite understanding what Rami had to do with them now.

Alex caressed her arm, where, a few seconds before, Ben had placed his palm and shrugging her head, she reached Ben’s bed and sat down next to him.

“I needed to know if we’d be alone for a while,” she earnestly answered, but kept her eyes focused on the floor. Ben stared at her lowered profile and, even if half of her face was hidden, he could tell there was something wrong.

He moved a little closer and their knees touched, while their shoulders brushed against one another.

“Alex, look at me – Ben said, placing two of his fingers under her chin – what happened? What did I do to upset you this much? Because don’t try to lie: I know it’s my fault”

She inclined her head a little to shift away Ben’s digits from her face and inhaled sharply.

“I didn’t come here to argue or to accuse you. I came here because I need to know the truth – her voice came out cold and distant, but she finally turned her head and looked into  Ben’s eyes – I need to know if … all of this, between us, does exist only in my head. I need to know if you were being honest when you said that kiss meant nothing to you”

All her feelings. All her insecurities. Everything was exposed and, even if she tried to, Alex could not stop the tears that started to pool in her eyes.

Ben promptly pulled her to his chest and hugged her tightly, while Alex let herself go, and sobbed hiding her face in his t-shirt.

He then cupped one of her cheeks and dried some of her tears with his thumb. He lowered his head to kiss the tip of her nose, then her forehead, before placing his other palm on the other half of her face.

“That kiss meant the world to me, Alex” Ben finally admitted.

To his great surprise, Alex inched forward and kissed him. The tears had made her lips salty, while her hands were warm and smooth against Ben’s neck.

He hummed and slowly encircled her body to keep her as close as possible.

They felt the tension disappear and for once, they were alone. For real. No eyes watching them. No fears. Just them, their lips and their short breaths.

Gradually, a kiss after the other, Alex found herself straddling Ben's lap who had stretched his legs on the bed and kept his hands firmly on her lower back.

When Alex’s hips stirred a little too fast, Ben could not contain a low groan that echoed in his throat. They parted from each other and Ben found himself blushing until the tip of his ears.

“’m sorry, I tried to hold it back” he embarrassedly chuckled and loosened the grip of his hands, but before he could move them away Alex stopped him.

Ben held his breath while Alex slowly guided his palms until they were perfectly pressed on her waists.

“Don’t be sorry” she then whispered. She inclined her head and paused her lips a millimeter away from Ben’s.

Looking at him under the lashes, she rolled her hips again and admired Ben twisting his features in a desperate attempt to hide another moan.

“Don’t hold back,” Alex breathed out with trembling voice, as she felt his hands squeeze harder on the skin of her hips.

When his growing bulge met her jeans-clothed core, they both let out a hushed sigh and their foreheads leaned against one another.

“Alex … I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back any longer, to be honest," Ben admitted, gently caressing her thighs.

“Then don’t, Ben. I’m tired of pretending I don’t want this with you” she replied cupping his face and caressing his cheeks with her thumbs.

“Are you sure?” Ben could feel his heart galloping inside his chest. Alex grinned and adjusted herself on his lap to put her arms behind his neck.

“Put it like that: I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling again in my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you,” she said smirking

“Dirty Dancing? Really?” Ben chuckled, but his smile faded away when he saw that, in response, Alex had nodded and raised her arms in the air waiting for him to remove her t-shirt.

With a serious face, Ben slowly rolled the fabric above her head and threw it on the ground.

Alex flushed and shyly smiled, while she grabbed the edge of his tee and Ben did not hesitate to take it off.

Soon their lips found their way again and it did not take any longer for both of their pants to go and meet their t-shirts already abandoned on the floor.

With a series of clumsy movements followed by chuckles and giggles, Alex lied down on the mattress and Ben towered her as he started to kiss her neck.

“Fuck” she muttered when he nibbled at the skin of her shoulder. Ben’s lips curved into a mischievous smirk and he playfully took the bra strap between his teeth.

Alex observed the whole scene under her lashes and let him slowly remove the last apparel that was still covering the upper part of her body.

Ben took his time to admire her perky breasts now completely exposed to his eyes; he gently caressed the skin of her hips and Alex laughed a little.

“You can touch them if you want” she joked and Ben blushed like a thirteen-year-old.

“Screw you,” he answered wiggling his nose. He gently kissed the space between her boobs and then rolled his tongue around her left nipple.

Alex arched her back and squeezed the sheets into two fists, closing her eyes in pleasure.

Ben grinned and, while he moved his lips to her right breast, he started to play with the waistband of her panties. When Alex noticed, she let her hands slip on his back and began to lower his boxers as well.

“Someone’s eager” Ben flirted, facing her again.

“You know, I would like to finish this before Rami comes back,” she answered, replacing his fingers with hers and taking her underwear off, once and for all.

Ben opened his mouth while a shocked smirk was curving his lips.

“’re so fucking hot, you should be illegal!” he mumbled kissing her again and removing his boxers too, finally freeing his erection.

Alex’s chuckles mixed themselves with her moans when Ben's boner hit her inner thigh.  

“Condom?” Alex tried to form a complete sentence, but only one word left her mouth. Ben nodded and stretched his arm to reach the nightstand.

He opened the silver package with his teeth and Alex laughed a little bit, receiving a questioning gaze from him.

“Nothing, you’re such a cliché” she joked, but her eyes never left his hands as he rolled the condom on his length.

“What do you mean?” Ben asked out of breath, as he positioned himself between her legs.

“Opening the condom with your teeth, as in the best rom-com for horny teenagers,” Alex replied giggling and caressing his face. Ben rolled his eyes and, as he leaned down to kiss her, the tip of his cock brushed against Alex’s entrance, making both of them groan.

“Are you ready?” Ben stuttered, feeling his muscles burn because of all the tension.

“Yes,” Alex replied, putting her legs around his hips and pushing him down with her heels pressed on his butt. Ben moaned just above her ear, finally slowly thrusting into her.

A sigh of relief left both of their mouths as they remained still for a moment to get used to the new feeling of being this close to each other.

Ben kept sliding into her until he had filled her completely, receiving a high-pitched squeak in response, while her legs lost the grip and fell wide open on the mattress, giving him even more access.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight baby,” he muttered, breathing on her neck. Alex clenched around his cock at those words, making Ben groan in pleasure.

“Please Ben, move” she tried to say between the moans, tapping on his shoulder after she felt a peak of pain growing in her lower area.

He pulled out, just to sink in a moment later starting to move his hips. Alex's lips opened wide, as she found herself almost shouting his name out in pleasure. Ben bit the skin of her shoulder when he heard her moaning his name like that.

“Alexandra, you’ll be the death of me” he splattered, kissing her hungrily and letting his tongue caress hers eagerly. She groaned in his mouth at the sound of his voice pronouncing her full name.

Her palms pressed on his butt and her hips left the mattress to meet his in a desperate attempt to have him even closer. Ben hissed and put his hands on her lower back to keep her pelvis glued against his groin.

Ben was moving faster and deeper after each thrust until the tip of his cock hit a spot inside Alex, who gasped arching her back and gave him the chance to attach his lips around her hard nipples.

“Ben” she moaned once more when her back met the bed again. The way she was saying his name would have been enough for him to come undone immediately.

“’m so close” Alex whispered and Ben slowed down.

He wanted her to last as long as possible to have the chance to admire her for some minutes more. She sighed, adapting to this new slow pace, that gave her the chance to enjoy every inch of his length now buried deep inside of her.

His lips soon found their place on her neck again, sucking on her soft spot under her left ear as her fingers massaged his scalp.

Ben’s body was pressed against hers, as he began to roll his hips faster again.

Alex was running out of breath and her hands were frenetically touching every inch of his muscular back.

When she felt Ben twitching inside of her, Alex arched her back and loudly moaned in pure bliss, reaching her climax.

Ben kept thrusting hard into her and, as she was letting the orgasm hit her whole body, he reached his high as well, groaning Alex’s name and repeating it as if it was the only thing he knew.    

He kept moving his hips with erratic movements until Alex squeezed hard on his shoulders as a signal that she was too oversensitive to bear his sloppy thrusts. Ben immediately stopped, collapsing on her body.

Alex caressed his sweaty hair and sighed in relief as if the weight of the whole world had finally left her shoulders.

Ben raised his head and smiled, meeting her lips for one last lazy kiss. Then, he removed the condom, rested his head between her breasts again, and let her lull him for a little while.

Even in a heavenly moment like that, Alex’s mind was working fast and hundreds of scenarios and thoughts were crowding her subconscious. All the confusion found its way into four simple words:

“It will be hard”

Ben furrowed his eyebrows and raised his head to look at her.

“What?”

“I was thinking – Alex started, wiggling a little to seat herself on the mattress; Ben caught the message and kneeled in front of her to let her rest her back against the headboard – it will be hard to talk with Lucy. Because we have to talk with her,” she said, covering her body with the white sheets.

Ben’s face turned pale and he nervously coughed, as he absentmindedly nodded getting up and putting on his boxers again. He then sat on the bed again and caressed his face with the palms of his hands.

Alex’s heartbeat increased and she started to feel as if the worst of the storms were gathering above their heads.

“Ben – she said quite loudly – you know we can’t hide this right? I don’t want to be the third wheel, nor a one-periodical-night stand”

No answer.

Alex widened her eyes and, as fast as light, she sneaked out the sheets and started to get dressed again.

“Where are you going?” Ben finally spoke, getting up from the bed. As a response, Alex took his t-shirt and threw it on his face.

“Away from you. Far fucking away from you,” she coldly shouted.

“Why are you angry, now?”

“Because that fucking silence is already an answer: you’re not gonna tell her, right? You’re not gonna break up with her. Am I wrong?” she yelled just an inch away from his face with her index finger pointed against his chest.

Ben muttered a few garbled sounds and that hurt Alex harder than a slap in the face would have.

“You are disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself! I should be ashamed of myself because I let you had what you wanted! God, what a dumbass I am!” Alex cried out, nervously caressing her forehead.

“Alex, listen-“Ben started, but she pushed him away and headed towards the door.

“Don’t talk to me ever again! I don’t want to see your face anymore!” she sobbed and, in one last desperate attempt to stop her, Ben grabbed her wrist with his fingers. Slapping his hand away, Alex hit the photo of him and Lucy that fell on the ground.

Everything happened too fast: pieces of glass spread on the floor and the door of the room swung open. Rami appeared on the doorway.

“Hey Alex – he greeted her with a smile, then noticed the tears on her face, the photo at her feet and a half-naked Ben behind her back – what happened?” he asked, concerned.

“Your friend is a fucking asshole, that’s what happened – Alex responded – excuse me, Rami,” she then added, getting out of the room at a brisk pace.

Hot tears were blurring her eyes and the damned weight came back heavier on her shoulders. She felt like disappearing.

And, for a moment, she wished she could have vanished for real.

-

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Queen & BoRhap Drabbles

Key:

*- smut

^- fluff

+- angst

Gwilym Lee

Face riding after the golden globes*

“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”^

“Hey hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”^+

“You don’t have to cover up those hickeys.” *

Allen Leech

“Get up before I tickle you”^

“I need to see you smile right now”^

Joe Mazzello

“I’m telling you, I’m haunted”^

Comforting you^

“You’re a nerd”^

“The kids! They ambushed me!”^

“If you cant sleep, then can we have sex?”*^

“You’re getting a vasectomy! That’s final!”^

“Keep that up and see what happens” & “I’m going to absolutely wreck you.” *

Joe being super fluffy and helping you when you’re drunk ^

“Your mom says differently.”

Ben Hardy

“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”^

“Not everything is about you!”+

Good with kids^

“It’s 6am you’re not having vodka”^

Dry humping/clothed sex*

Roger Taylor

Thigh Riding*

John Deacon

“Still think I’m oblivious?”*

“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.” *

“I’m right here okay? You’re alright.” “It’s four am” ^

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love || Chapter 7

A few elements from the main plot: A fine line falls between fiction and reality: what starts as a musical slowly becomes a game-changer. Tables will turn and it will get clear as the sun that the only unstoppable power in life … is love.

Summary Chapter 7: Elizabeth has to contend with the truth, but what seems terribly hard for her turns out to be even harder to accept for Gwilym. But, what if the moment of the truth has come for Joe as well? In the meanwhile, Alex decides to open up with Denise about her feelings towards Ben. 

Word count: 4.4K

Warnings: angst, angst and can’t stress this enough ANGST! And some language here and there.

A/N: Brace yourselves, folks, because this chapter is literally too much! Relax, prepare the tissues and ... enjoy! 🌸💫

Thursday, 28 November 2019

A look into her crystalline eyes sufficed. “Then it is the truth” the prince’s dismay was tangible “You chose that gardener over me”

Her foot was nervously tapping on the floor, restless just like her mind.

Elizabeth had spent the first two days of the week torturing her fingernails and she didn’t seem to be finding a way out of her head.

After what happened with Gwilym on Sunday, she’d been discretely avoiding him, but she eventually caved when Wednesday evening he’d texted her to ask her to meet the following morning at Green’s.

She didn’t know why she felt that way. Why did she suddenly feel so sure that Gwilym wasn’t the one for her? He hadn’t changed in the last two months. Was she the one that had changed?

She had spent hours thinking about what had possibly changed inside her to make her feel that way. And the only thing that she could think about was her last interaction with Joe.

Why was she so upset by that memory? Why did she care so much what Joe thought about her and Gwilym?

Her rational side was beginning to draw conclusions, but was simply not ready to process them.

“Hey” Gwilym startled her, appearing from behind with a big smile on his face and before she could greet him, he gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“Hey” she just said.

He sat across her at the small table on the patio outside Green’s and looked at her smiling.

“You wanted to see me?” she asked quietly as if she was afraid to know the reason he asked her there.

Gwilym chuckled briefly “Why are you surprised? – he frowned - We usually see each other every day but you’re avoiding me since Sunday… I just wanted to make sure you were… okay”

Elizabeth fidgeted with her hands and lifting her gaze up to meet his eyes she flashed him a nervous, fake smile “I’m fine”

He chuckled “No you’re not! – he edged forward on the table and placed a hand on hers – Liz, don’t do this again… please tell me if there’s something wrong”

“I’m fine Gwilym, - she retracted her hand – Look, I just needed some time…”

He sighed, “You know I’m here to help you, right?”

She covered her face with a hand and sighed as well, “I know, Gwil, it’s just… I don’t think you can help this time”

He shifted in his chair, his eyes not leaving her for an instant, “Is it about… what happened Sunday? Did I… do something wrong?”

She looked up to him, “No Gwil, gosh no… - she exhaled heavily, trying to find the words – what we did was… fine. You were fine. God… it’s me that is not. I’m the problem, not you”

Gwilym looked more confused “You? Liz, I think you were fine. You were more than fine, actually I-”

“Please stop Gwil – she interrupted him and scooped her eyes around to make sure no one could hear them – I don’t wanna talk about what we did here… somebody could hear”

He raised an eyebrow, evidently amused by her cautious attitude. It seemed like she was on the run from the government.

“Liz, what’s with you? – the smirk vanished from his face when he realized something – Are you ashamed of me?”

She furrowed her eyebrows and she let out a constraint giggle “What?”

He shifted on his chair and moved closer to her “Is it so hard to believe? – he whispered while placing a hand on her forearm, forcing her to look at him - You avoid me, you flinch every time I barely touch you and you look like you’re on the run from the king’s men”

The girl realized she was sitting all hunched like she was hiding from someone, so she instantly sat up straight “No I don’t”

Gwil snorted “Look, you can resist all you want, you know I’m not going to move from this chair until you tell me”

Elizabeth raised both her eyebrows then crossed her arms on her chest. “Fine. Then sit there while I do this,” she got up and crossed the street heading towards the park.

“I’ll kill her” Gwilym muttered under his breath before rushing up and following her.

She was quite ahead of him but she knew he had longer legs than her and he’d catch up in no time.

He began walking by her side, neither of them speaking. From an outside look, it even seemed like they were just having a stroll together.

“Have you spoken to Joe?” Elizabeth broke the silence.

“That’s the thing you want to talk about?”

She rolled her eyes “I’m getting to it. Just answer, Gwil”

He huffed, putting his hands inside his front pockets, “We live together but for the past three weeks we barely spoke three words”

Elizabeth exhaled heavily closing her eyes “That’s what I was afraid of…”

“To be honest, it’s chilling – Gwil continued – I’ve never seen him like this…”

The girl stopped her walking and forced him to do the same “I really think we need to talk to him, Gwil, I’ve been going crazy, I-”

She saw him frowning with concern so she looked around to check that no one was around: “Look” she began, her eyes still wandering around, but her brain forced her to stop her gaze on a detail. She stepped away and squinted to make sure her eyes were not fooling her.

Joe.

She would have recognised his auburn hair from the other side of campus.

He was sitting on a bench a few dozen meters from them with what seemed to be a book on his legs and Costa’s cup sitting beside him.

Oh shit. Elizabeth muttered and Gwilym followed her gaze.

“Shit, that’s actually him…” he commented and grabbing her hand he began marching towards him. Elizabeth tried to get rid of his grip but kept walking behind Gwilym.

When they were like a few meters from him, Joe lifted his head and their eyes met. An expression Elizabeth wasn’t able to decipher, was painted on his face.

“Well, if it isn’t Paolo and Francesca*…” he stated with a forced smile.

[*Paolo and Francesca are famous characters from Dante’s Divine Comedy. Their sad story deals with passion, betrayal and a love triangle.]

“We need to talk, mate” Gwilym declared, Elizabeth evidently keeping one step away from him.

Joe snickered while turning a page in his book, “We really have nothing to talk about, mate”

“Oh, c’mon Joe” Elizabeth jumped in, courage starting to build up inside her.

He lifted gaze to meet hers, “I have nothing to say. Especially to you.”

He got up and took two steps in the opposite direction, before he felt a hand on his arm forcing him to turn around.

When he did, Elizabeth had still her hand on his arm and she was staring at him, with those green eyes that had kept him awake in that past fortnight.

Every time he closed his eyes, he re-lived that day at the auditorium and he saw her eyes, hurt and pleading to be heard, as he walked out of the room. He kept repeating himself that he should not have let his irrational part get the best of him.

Well, it’s too late now, isn’t it?

He felt like he had ruined everything, starting with his friendship with Gwil and his… something with Elizabeth. And now, the only thing he could do was recite the part of the jerk and hope that they just left him alone. Cause if they did, he wouldn’t be forced to see them every day. Together.

If he managed to get them to go away, he thought he could actually start moving on.

What he was doing to them was killing him inside, but he kept repeating to himself that it was the best way out for everybody.

Maybe that was the way he could forget those green eyes.

“Look, guys – he emerged from his train of thought – I actually am fine with this,” he gestured between the two of them.

“It doesn’t look like you are…” Gwil commented taking a step closer.

“I really am – Joe repeated, his voice flatter than usual – I mean, I was kinda shocked at first-“

“Kinda?” Gwil interrupted him and gained an annoyed look.

“But – Joe added – I’m really okay now.”

Elizabeth stared at his face the whole time. She did not believe a word he said. She knew him well, but she thought anyone could have seen he was obviously not okay with that.

Or was he? Was she trying to convince herself he didn’t approve so she would have a reason to end things with Gwil? Was that even a valid reason?

‘Joe doesn’t want this so, you know, goodbye’? That is so lame, she thought to herself.

Once Joe had stopped talking he moved his eyes back into hers and gave her the smallest smile she had ever seen on his usually radiant face.

Okay, is that the face of someone who’s okay? I don’t think so…

She hated, she couldn’t see things clearly because of her stupid heart. Her stupid sensible heart who couldn’t accept the fact that Joe might actually be okay with her being with someone else.

Maybe that’s because you’d want him to be with you.

She was shocked by the thought her mind had just produced. She was so shocked, it actually showed on her face and Joe furrowed his eyebrows to ask her what was wrong.

She looked into his eyes and with her mouth still agape, she took a step back. The guys exchanged a look of confusion, both equally worried about her.

“Are you okay, Liz?” Gwilym asked while walking closer to her.

She looked at him and tried to find some words, any words to say. Her eyes bolted towards Joe and he had the same confused look on his face, but he was keeping some distance between them.

Too many voices were crowding her head, so she shut her eyes and inhaled like she did when she was about to climb on stage.

“I, – she began quietly – I need to talk to you. Both of you.”

“We’re here for you Liz,” Gwil said, rubbing a hand on her shoulder. Joe nodded and smiled a little in the background.

“Separately.” She added, placing a hand on Gwil’s.

Joe looked nervous as he dangled from one foot to the other. Elizabeth couldn’t stop wondering what was going on inside his head.

“Liz, who do you want to talk to first?” Gwil asked, his eyes darting from his two friends. He had a strange feeling that something big was about to happen and he sure hoped he was wrong.

The girl turned towards Gwilym with a small smile on her face, “I think I should talk to you first…”

“Oh,” Gwil was still confused and in lack of words. He glanced at Joe and shrugged. Joe just half smiled and walked back to his bench.

Gwilym turned to Elizabeth again and smiled, “I’m all yours”

She smiled as well and took a big breath before starting, “Gwil, these past two weeks you’ve been so good to me and I felt safe with you like I had never felt in my life…”

Elizabeth looked at him into his smiling eyes and knew she was about to steal that glimmer of joy. And she felt awful.

“But, - she continued, - I also doubted myself. A lot.”

He frowned, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, - she explained with a sigh, - I mean that I kept wondering whether this is really happening for me or I’m just deluding myself.”

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean…” Gwilym let out a shaky, constraint laughter.

Elizabeth sighed again, she felt like they were stabbing her chest with hundreds of needles.

“I kept wondering…  how did we end up where we are now and where we’re going from here – she saw confusion, and maybe some irritation painted on his face and she thought she couldn’t blame him. She took a deep breath, - I don’t understand what I’m feeling anymore…”

“What?”, evident surprise in his voice.

“I’m so sorry, Gwil, I really am… - she extended her arm to reach for his hand but he pulled it away. She continued – I needed to let you know how I feel because I want only the best for you-”

“Pardon me, what? ‘Only the best for me’? … - Gwilym blinked faster as Elizabeth noticed he would do when particularly nervous – Are you dumping me?”

She didn’t know what to say. She looked on the ground as Gwilym brushed a hand over his head and let it down by his side quickly.

“What’s really going on Liz? – he was trying keeping his voice straight and calm but a certain amount of rage was boiling up in his heart – I don’t understand you… Four days ago you said you had a crush on me and that you liked me. And now what? You-You’re taking it back?”

“No Gwil when I said that I thought it was true, I-”

He let out a constraint chuckle, “Pardon me, Elizabeth, but I don’t fucking understand… What changed from four days ago that makes you say this? – he paused to catch his breath again – Did you lie to me?”

“NO, Gwil you have to listen to me! – her voice sounded so whiney she could barely stand it herself – I so wanted to like you and fall head over heels for you but-but I-”

“You what?!” Gwilym raised his voice and Elizabeth flinched imperceptibly. She had never seen him that upset.

“I just can’t” she uttered, her voice fading away by the end of the sentence.

When she glanced up at him, Gwilym was standing there, mouth slightly agape, a hand grazing his own chin, as if he was containing himself.

“Believe me I tried to think this through, – Elizabeth continued, but she wasn’t sure he was still listening to her – I wanted with all my self to be the one you deserved to be with, but I realised I’m not.”

She looked around and the park around them still looked the same. It felt like ages since their conversation had started.

“Something just doesn’t feel right, Gwil – she kept talking, hoping to get him to say something. Anything – I don’t wanna waste my time or be wasting yours, and I did all my best to spare you from this, but-”

“But there’s not a nice way to dump someone, is there?” he spoke up.

She couldn’t decipher his tone, but he sounded like he was trying not to scream his lungs out.

“Well, let me make it easy for you, Liz” and as he said that, he walked in the exit direction of the park.

“Gwil WAIT!” Elizabeth shouted and ran after him, blocking him by his arm.

“No! I won’t wait! – he freed himself from her arm and turned around to stare at her - I’ve had enough of this, Liz. I’m positive that if I listen to any more of this bullshit I’ll burst into flames”

He took a step closer to her and she stepped back, frankly worried by this side of Gwil she had never seen before.

“You say you don’t wanna waste your time, you feel like you don’t know your feelings anymore and that you feel like you can’t be the one I deserve.”

She nodded slightly, not knowing if he was asking her or just quoting her.

“Well hear this: while you were ‘thinking this through’ in your head, did you ever even remotely think of me for a change? What if I wanted to waste your time and mine to be with you? What if I have feelings for you? What if I want you to be the one I deserve? Uh? Have you ever thought of that before dropping this bomb on someone who genuinely cares about you and actually wants to be with you?”

Elizabeth had lost any ability to speak and make her brain function properly. He was right. She had only thought of her and only her.

How selfish had she been? And what damage had she caused…

“Gwil I-” she began with feeble voice, but he interrupted her right away.

“No, Liz. You won’t.” He exhaled deeply and looked down at the ground, hands on his hips, and tried to find a way to get out of there.

“There’s no good way to say it, Liz – he continued – I just… I need to be away from you right now” he started walking away again and this time Liz didn’t try to hold him back.

He turned one more time, a sad smile on his lips, “For what is worth, last Sunday meant a lot to me…”

Liz gasped for words she let out a shaky “Me too…”, accompanied by a small smile and teary eyes.

Gwilym looked at her one more time, before disappearing behind the fence.

Too bad it didn’t mean the same thing for the both of us, she thought to herself.

Elizabeth stood there a few seconds, still incredulous of what had just happened. She wiped a lonely tear with the back of her hand and turned to walk in the same direction she came.

When she lifted up her eyes, her sight focused on the bench where Joe had been sitting. The Costa cup was still there but Joe and his book were not.

She shut her eyes and gathered all her strength not to cry in the middle of the park, even though there was no one around.

Suddenly, someone cleared their throat right behind her and she quickly turned in their direction.

Joe was standing in front of her, the book under his arm and a new steamy cup of coffee from Green’s in the other hand.

“Hey,” he said with a small embarrassed smile.

“Hey” she just responded and accepted the coffee thankfully.

“I figured you two needed to be alone, - he explained – and I thought you’d fancy a cup after”

Elizabeth frowned, “How did you know there was gonna be an ‘after’?” she asked and then realised he had only bought one cup.

Joe half-smiled, “C’mon Liz, I know you. When you told Gwilym you had to talk to him you had written ‘and you are not gonna like it’ all over your face. I did the math…”

She was surprised to hear she was so predictable to his eyes. “Great,” she commented with a faint fake giggle.

He could see she was still keeping all her nerves at bay because being Elizabeth, she didn’t want to cause a scene in a public place.

Joe could feel his heart beating faster and he tried to stop his instinct, but his heart again won over his mind.

“Come here,” he extended his arm to reach for her hand and kept the book in the other hand to open that arm as well.

Elizabeth was done with thinking things through and she knew perfectly well what she was stepping into, but she couldn’t care less. He was her best friend. Always had and always would.

She threw herself in his arms and plummeted her head into his chest, trying to disappear into the hug.

Joe was now sure she could hear his heart pounding out of his rib cage and he took a big breath to steady himself. He could smell the perfume of her hair and he caught himself smiling like he hadn’t done in days.

“I missed you,” he said as an involuntary reflex.

Elizabeth smiled on his chest, tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. “I missed you too.”

***

“You gotta be kidding me!” Denise shouted covering her mouth with her hands.

“I wish I was” Alex puffed in response, letting her head fall on the mattress and using her pillow to hide her face.

Denise chuckled and got up from Liz’s bed to sit next to her lying-in-desperation friend.

“What about now? I mean, are you … a couple?”

“What?! – Alex gulped revealing her blushing face – absolutely not! What happened between us is no more than an error. A big fat error” she added, standing up and walking closer to the tiny window.

Denise raised an eyebrow and giggled.

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious he likes you and –”

“Really? – Alex asked, turning around to look at Denise – I mean, I don’t think it is so obvious” she coughed and changed tone, trying to suppress the curiousness in her voice and the relief in her expressions.

But Denise noticed the sparkle in her eyes and the flicker of her fingers anytime she fidgeted them.

“I think is rather too obvious! C’mon Alex, look at you. You’re there sighing and avoiding my gaze just because you know you like him too”

Red flew to Alex’s cheeks and she opened her mouth to protest, but a chocked embarrassed chuckle was the only thing that came out from her throat.

Denise laughed, this time a little bit more than just a giggle, scrolled her head and said:

“It’s fine. It happens all the time: people fall in and out of love every day; not a big of a deal” she shrugged, patting on the mattress to invite Alex to sit back next to her.

“Actually, it is a big of a fucking deal, Didi! – Alex finally said, abandoning herself on her friend’s side – he has a bloody girlfriend and apparently it is complicated, so I honestly don’t think is fine”

“Well, but you said he ran after you to kiss you. Under the rain. It must have meant something to him” Denise calmly replied, caressing the brunette’s back.

Alex stared at her feet while in her head the same scene kept repeating itself: Ben’s hands cupping her face and his mouth capturing hers hungrily, lustily. Lovingly.

She could still feel her lips tingling at the memory and scrolled her head to ward off that strong feeling that was messing her insides up.

“What scares me is what that kiss meant to me – Alex admitted out loud, not crossing Denise’s eyes – I can’t stop thinking about it” she added and her words trembled a little.

Denise smiled and pulled her closer until her head was on her shoulder. She then hugged her and lulled her slowly into her arms.

“Who could have guessed? Ben Hardy found the way to melt your armour”

Alex chuckled at those words and covered her face with the palms of her hands, purposely screaming under her voice to make Denise laugh too.

She then disentangled herself from her friend’s embrace and sighed for the hundredth time that afternoon.

“I guess he did - she then absentmindedly commented – what about you and Joe, anyway? How come we’re always talking about me?” Alex added with a renewed goofy tone, elbowing Denise.

A glimpse of a sad smile appeared on the latter’s face, immediately wiped out with a roll of her eyes.

“Because there’s nothing to say about me and Joe. He doesn’t like me and, judging by the way he is acting at the moment, he will not like me for another long period of time. Very long, actually”

Denise had, in a sort of way, came to terms with herself and understood that running after Joe was like running at the hippodrome without a horse.

“Why so sure? Maybe things will turn out better than you think” Alex tried to cheer her up, but Denise scrolled her head.

“I know Joe and I can tell he has someone else on his mind, right now. He’s had for a while, actually” another feeling was blooming inside her chest: jealousy.

Denise hated being jealous. Especially when there was no reason at all since she perfectly knew, she stood no chances with Joe. Moreover, and especially now that she was finally trying moving on that entire uncomfortable situation.

“Well, if Joe is too blind to notice how great you are, ‘m a hundred percent sure someone else will very soon!” Alex caringly said, caressing her shoulder.

Denise smiled sincerely and hugged her again. Briefly, but tighter than before.

“Thank you and hey, for what that matters, ’m sure you’ll find a way to solve this entire situation with Mr. Hardy – Denise said in response, winking at her friend who grinned back – have you told Liz?” she then asked, lying on the bed once Alex had gotten up and walked towards the bathroom.

“Not yet” her voice a little muffled under the streaming water of the shower.

When she re-emerged and closed the little door behind her back, Alex found Denise with both her eyebrows raised as she was sustaining herself on the elbow.

“What? I saw she was a little spaced out these days and I did not want to bother her – Alex explained, opening the wardrobe to search for fresh clothes – when I came back the other night she was already sleeping and the morning after she was extremely quiet”

“Weird – Denise thought out loud, resting her back on the mattress again and taking her phone in her hands – the last time I saw her she was happy and relieved that Gwil liked her the way she likes him” she added scrolling through Instagram.

“Same, but I felt like not intruding with her personal life, you know” Alex replied, walking again inside the bathroom where the water was almost hot enough for a relaxing shower. She left her clothes in the sink and closed the door once again.

“Fair enough. But, I can’t wait to see her face when ‘ll you tell her” Denise joked, keeping her eyes on the phone’s screen.

“You’ll not be here when it happens, don’t worry about that – Alex amusingly responded and started to push her down the bed – now go away. I need to take a shower. Go, go”

“’kay ‘kay, ‘ll go – Denise chuckled, almost falling on the floor before putting herself on her feet – I bet that if I was Ben you’d not kick me out”

“Get out now!” Alex screamed pointing the exit with her finger, while they were dying of laughter.

At that precise moment, when Denise was about to step out of the room, the door swung open and a rather shaky Elizabeth made her entrance.

“Liz, are you okay?” the girls almost said in unison noticing the upset expression written all over her face.

The red-head bit her lower lip, she closed her eyes and let out all at once: “I broke up with Gwilym”

-

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love || Prologue

You waited. You asked for it. It’s finally here.

Hello Folks! 🖤

We couldn’t be happier to finally announce the long-awaited prologue of our new fan-fiction!🔥✨🎉

This time the story is going to be a College AU where the protagonists are *🥁drum roll🥁*: all the main amazing actors of BoRhap (yes, including Allen), alongside a bunch of Original Characters (Alexandra, Elizabeth, and Denise) that we are sure you are going to love! 😏💕

As usual, there is going to be a lot of drama and many intricate situations that will mess with the lives of our beloved characters. In short, things may get freaky, so get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions. 🎢🧡💫

But … what it is this story about?

Let’s say that everything happens for a reason. And in our case, the reason is Joe Mazzello. He’s an Art’s and Drama student in a well-known college in Eastern England and, as an assignment for a class, he has to write and direct an original play based off a literary classic.

His best friends, Elizabeth and Gwilym, are the first people he casts in his musical remake of “Midsummer’s Night Dream” by Shakespeare; he asks them and their mutual friend Denise to help him hold the auditions.

Our story starts right about here, when a new girl arrives on campus: Alexandra studies at the conservatory and she’s been assigned as Elizabeth’s new roommate.

Things get complicated when Alexandra meets Ben, one of campus’ most popular guys, and his girlfriend Lucy: their on and off relationship’s been the talk of the campus for ages. Those two and their friend Rami belong to the campus’ “elite” and would never meddle with “the people”.

What would happen if Lucy and Rami auditioned for Joe’s play? What if Joe needed someone to write the music and play the piano and Alex happened to be at arm’s length? What if the musical could bring two people closer and push others apart?

What’s the plot of the musical? Let’s say that a love filter works on stage just as much as it does in real life: it messes with the equilibrium of relationships, pushing closer and further people who are unaware of its power. But be sure that a certain crazy little thing called love always finds a way.

Below we’re going to link all the Chapters of the story, so you can easily find the complete list 🤸🏽‍♀️💕 let us know if you want to be tagged and, last but not least ... enjoy! 🥰🌸

CHAPTER 1 [ - 3.5K words]

CHAPTER 2 [ - 4.0K words]

CHAPTER 3 [ - 4.4K words]

CHAPTER 4 [ - 4.2K words]

CHAPTER 5 [ - 4.0K words]

CHAPTER 6 [ - 4.6K words]

CHAPTER 7 [ - 4.4K words]

CHAPTER 8 [ - 4.7K words]

CHAPTER 9 [ - 4.4K words]

CHAPTER 10 [ - 5.2K words]

CHAPTER 11 [ - 4.8K words]

Updated 10.04.2020

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love || Chapter 9

A few elements from the main plot: A fine line falls between fiction and reality: what starts as a musical slowly becomes a game-changer. Tables will turn and it will get clear as the sun that the only unstoppable power in life … is love.

Summary Chapter 9: When someone needs her, Denise is always there. And while she’s comforting a friend, she might discover something that was hiding in plain sight. Meanwhile, Joe decides it’s time he figured out what he wants.

Word count: 4.4k+

Warnings: Only swearing, cause this chapter is pure FLUFF. Some angst then and there what would our blog be without it? but it’s mostly fluff 🥰🌸

A/N: This one will make your teeth rot from all the sweetness that it holds... 🍯 Hope you enjoy, sweeties 💕

Tuesday, 3 December 2019

The gardener didn’t understand that feeling.  He had never felt such a sentiment towards anyone. He felt hopelessly lost and mercifully blessed at once.

𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘰’𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘋𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘈𝘍𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘋𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘉𝘌𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.*

Denise yawned loudly and closed the book in front of her. She checked the hour on her phone: 10:30 am.

“A break. I need a break,” she said to herself, getting up from the chair and starting to look for her ankle boots.

Once she found them under her bed, she grabbed her jacket and stepped out from her bedroom adventuring herself down the hallways of the dormitory. On her way out, she ran into a few girls, who reserved her the gaze.

The gaze that meant ‘you’re not a real girl’. The gaze that meant ‘what is she doing here in our dormitory’.

The gaze that Denise had learned to ignore.

A cold breeze was blowing that morning, but the park that surrounded the campus swarmed with students here and there. Denise hid her nose inside the jacket and, with the head lowered to shield her face from the wind she headed toward the cafeteria with rapid strides.

Suddenly, she bumped into a guy with her shoulder and when she turned around to apologize, she noticed that guy was Joe.

“Hey, Joe” but his name died on her lips as soon as she realized he was already far away. She stood there for a moment, observing him as he entered the female dormitory, and it did not take any longer for her mind to put two and two together.

He was going to Liz’s room. It was obvious and clear as the sun.

She shrugged her shoulders and kept walking, trying to swallow the beginning of jealousy that was building up inside her throat. However, it took the entire route to the canteen to cast out completely her still-twisted feelings towards Joe.

When she opened the doors of the building, a blast of warm air hit her face and Denise smiled bathing her nostrils into the sweet perfume of croissants and black coffee.

The dishes at the cafeteria were usually pretty bad, but brioches and breakfast food were definitely excluded by the ‘too-bad-to-be-eaten’ category.  

Denise lined up with the tray in her hands and, while she patiently waited for her turn, she cast a glance towards the tables and in the remote corner of the room, she saw Gwilym.

He was sitting alone and his head was abandoned in his right palm while his free hand was absentmindedly mixing the sugar inside the coffee.

Even from that distance, Denise could tell he was upset. Very upset. The usual welcoming smile that often curved his lips was turned upside-down and every form of lively expression seemed to have faded away from his face.

“Miss, it’s your turn” the lunch lady’s voice recalled Denise’s attention. She reserved one last look to Gwilym, before focusing her attention toward the food.

“Yes, I’d like a hot chocolate, medium size. And one – she then stopped and almost unintentionally, turned her head in Gwil’s direction – let’s make two muffins. Thanks”

When everything was well placed on her tray, Denise paid and thanking one last time she headed with decisive steps towards Gwilym’s table.

In the meanwhile, Gwilym was on another planet lost in the nebula of his thoughts. He was so concentrated on the melting sugar inside the black liquid, that he did not notice his friend approaching him.

“Unbelievable! A rare appearance of the opera’s phantom at the cafeteria, what an honour!” Denise’s voice startled him and, when he raised his head, he saw her standing there with a cheeky expression on her face.

“Hi,” he said not being able to contain a hushed chuckle. Denise proudly smiled, happy to see him giggle at her flamboyant words.

“Can I sit here?” she then asked, receiving a friendly nod. Once she had her back rested against the chair, she took one of the two muffins and placed it in front of Gwilym. He furrowed his eyebrows and Denise shrugged.

“I saw you here alone, with the face of a stray dog and I thought that a little bit of sweetness could help”

Gwilym smiled and darted his eyes from Denise to the muffin on the table.

“Is this so evident that I’m … you know, a little blue?” he then asked, taking a sip from his by now cold coffee. Denise, who was drinking her chocolate as well, scoffed on her drink.

“A little? Gwil, you look devastated! – but seeing his face twisting into an even sadder expression, made her regret her choice of words – what I meant is, I hate seeing you like that. The Gwilym I know wouldn’t sit here in a corner with an unshaved beard and black circles under his eyes”

“The Gwilym you know was not heartbroken” he replied sadly and had to look away and inhale sharply to swallow the bitterness that was still haunting his insides.

Denise felt a wave of sorrow hitting her like a wave that crashes against the cliffs.

“Gwil, look at me – she started, placing her palm on his abandoned hand on the table – it won’t always be like this, I guarantee you. One day, you’re going to get up and feel lighter and freer and what today feels like unbearable, will make you feel stronger tomorrow. You’ll feel better sooner than you think. But, in the meanwhile, as my mom taught me, you need a muffin. They always solve everything,” she said winking.

Gwilym stared at her for a while. He felt like seeing her for the first time: he noticed the tiny, yellow flakes inside the brown irises of her eyes, he noticed the first hint of regrowth on the roots of her hair where her natural black was mixed with the purple of her braids, he noticed the small gap between her front teeth.

But, most importantly, he noticed her. At his eyes, that morning, Denise felt like a gift; her words had woken something up inside of him, and he could not help but warmly and sincerely smile at her.

“Thank you, Didi. That means a lot”

Denise nodded and smiled back, as they both took a bite of their respective muffin. Then, an abrupt sighed chuckle from Gwilym made Denise furrow her eyebrows.

“What an idiot I must look right now. I mean, after everything you’ve been through, all of this must feel like the stupidest thing to you" he commented, face-palming his face.

“It doesn’t – Denise giggled in response – emotions are emotions, and we can’t control them. Besides, what I’ve been through was my choice and, even if it is still hard sometimes, I don't regret a minute of my journey. I mean, look at me now: I am fa-bu-lous!” and at each syllable, she snapped her fingers, to emphasize even more her last statement.  

They both burst out laughing and Denise felt relieved in seeing him finally a little bit happier. When the laughter faded away, they stared into each other’s eyes for a while until Gwilym nodded and said:

“You do look fabulous”

And he really meant that.

And Denise, really felt that, while warmth spread all over her cheeks.

"Well, yeah, I agree," she said, clearing her throat. Gwilym scrolled his head and looked away for a second.

Denise stared at him and suddenly her heart started to beat faster. When he turned around, she wore another shy smile and drank some of her chocolate.

“So, has Joe told you something or complained about me because I skipped rehearsals?” Gwilym asked out of the blue, scratching his chin.

“Are you being serious? Aren’t you roommates? – seeing his awkward expression, Denise opened her mouth in disbelief – Gwil, are you kidding me? When is the last time you two have spoken?” she asked with concern in her voice, as she leaned both of her elbows on the table.

“We do talk, but it feels like we’re strangers. I guess we need some more time to, you know… to adjust our friendship, after what happened”

Denise inhaled and nodded.

“And with… Liz?” she hesitated a little before asking and she could see Gwilym’s muscles tense at the mention of her name.

“What do you think? – he rhetorically asked, grudge thick in his voice – she’s also kind of self-isolated now, because Joe mumbled something about her missing rehearsal too”

In her mind, the image of Joe entering the female dormitory kept coming back every time Joe’s name was pronounced in their conversation. She almost let it slip out of her mouth, but she decided it was not the right time for that.

Besides, she might have misunderstood the entire situation and Gwilym did not seem in the mood for useless drama. So, she decided to change topic.

“Not only you’ve missed rehearsals, but you both also missed Lucy making a scene in front of everybody because Ben had ‘accidentally’ kissed Alex ‘a little too much’ on stage”

“No way! Are you kidding? – Denise scrolled her head and Gwilym widened his eyes even more – jeez, that’s insane”

“Don’t forget you used to like her. That girl is insane!”

"You don't like her, don't yah?" Gwilym asked and an amused smiled appeared on his lips.

"I can't like everyone – Denise replied, shrugging her shoulders – besides I think the feeling is mutual so I don't make a big deal out of it"

“Sounds legit - Gwilym commented, finishing his coffee – what about me?” his tone a little cheekier as he licked the sugar on his lips.

“What about me, what?” she laughed back, eating her last piece of muffin.

“Am I on your blacklist of people you don’t like because ‘you can’t like everyone’, or I am likable enough?”

He did not know if that rush of positivity was coming from the caffeine or from Denise’s presence. Even though, he preferred to opt for the second option.

She chuckled, rolling her eyes.

“You were okay, before this question. Now I might consider adding you to the dead pool. You should have kept your mouth closed, dear Mr. Lee”

“Not a bigger downgrading, considering I was just okay, before my question. Well done, Miss. Daniels, ‘ve just hurt my feelings”

The giggles grew louder from their table as they both could sense just a little hint of flirting in the air.

“I’ve already bought you a muffin”

“Oh, so this does excuse you for calling me: first, phantom of the opera, then a stray dog and then again just an okay guy who might end up in the list of people you can’t stand?”

Denise laughed louder, while Gwilym kept thinking how much she shined when she was happy.

“Doofus” she commented.

The two kept talking for a while more until Denise’s phone rang and Alex’s name appeared on her screen.

“Hey Alex, what’s up? … Are you okay, babe? … Sure, ‘ll be there in a few minutes. No problem, sweetie. Bye” her expression showed a little bit of apprehension and Gwilym frowned, waiting for her to put her phone back inside the pocket of her jacket.

“Everything’s alright?” he questioned.

“She said yes, but I guess it’s not. She asked me to catch up with her at the music laboratory because she needs to talk with me”

“I’ll walk you,” Gwilym promptly suggested, suddenly not feeling ready to interrupt their talking. Denise widely smiled and thanked him, then they got up and put their coats back on, heading towards the exit.

When they reached the door, he stretched his arm and opened it for her. As a response, he received a shy bow-head from Denise, who stepped outside in the cold air.  

Winter had kicked in and the Christmas atmosphere was starting to wrap the whole campus. All around, there were little lights and some students were already decorating the traditional, big pine in the middle of the college’s park.

“I hope it snows this year – Gwilym commented all of sudden, following with his gaze a bunch of girls that were carrying some white decorations – growing up in the north of Wales got me used to white Christmases”

Denise looked at him and could not contain a spontaneous smile: he seemed so at peace talking about his home, with his face’s features finally relaxed.

“Going back for holidays, I suppose” she elbowed him and he chuckled, nodding along.

“Yep, for sure. Still not know what ‘m going to do on New Year though, because my family mentioned something about a party but I know their idea of party and … well, let’s say ‘m not that interested in it” Gwilym answered and his tone made Denise laugh.

“It can’t be that boring. Can it?”

Now they were both giggling, as froze breaths were escaping their lips.

“I’d say it’s actually the opposite of boring. Just, one of those big ass parties where middle-aged people get drunk and revival their younger memories. And you know, if those middle-aged people are all your relatives, it can be a little bit embarrassing”

Denise burst out in a peal of sonorous laughter and had to cover her mouth to contain herself. Gwilym stared at her and a big smile curved his lips.

He could not help himself but think how pretty she looked under the morning winter sun, laughing along to his funny stories.

“Got it, I understand now,” she then answered, raising her hands in the air.

A moment of pleasant silence fell between them, as they were still adventuring themselves headed towards the music department.

"And what about you?" Gwilym then asked and, once again, keeping the building's door open for Denise, who commented:

“I’m not used to this kind of chivalry, by the way – he shrugged his shoulders and, for the hundredth time that morning, they giggled in unison – anyway, to answer your question, nothing special. I’m probably gonna stay here at the campus”

“Why?” Gwilym looked concerned and Denise patted on his arm to reassure him.  

“Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry. Just, my mom is always super busy at Christmas because she usually organizes some kind of event for the children of her tip tap's class. So this year, my brothers and I bought her a ticket for a Christmas cruise on the Mediterranean Sea”

“Wow, that sounds great” Gwilym stated, widening his eyes.

“Yes, I’m happy she can finally relax a little bit. Besides, I decided to take part in the campus project to bring some gifts at the town’s hospital on Christmas night. I painted so many dolls and greeting cards, that it would have been a waste of time if, in the end, I decided not to stay here”

Denise said scrolling her head and kept walking down the hallway until she noticed Gwilym was not by her side anymore. She turned around and saw him standing there a few steps away from her.

“What?” she asked visibly confused.

Gwilym curved his lips in an incredulous smile.

“Really, you ask me ‘what?’! Denise, you are incredible – he said, reaching her and stopping right in front of her – like, you’re always there for everybody. Even on Christmas, you think it’s better to do something to help others”

Denise lowered her head and blushed a little at those words.

“I guess it’s something I got from my mother”

“Well, I don’t know where you’ve gotten that from but it’s a rare thing,” he said, smiling even more. Denise, at first, shyly gazed at the floor, but then she raised her chin and cheekily grinned.

“But I’m free on New Year’s Eve. At least at the moment, I am”

“Is that a threat or an invitation?” Gwilym asked, with the same brazen tone.

“Let’s say both. If you are quick enough to decide what to do, we might catch up, but remember ‘m a busy woman. Tomorrow I could already have plans”

In response, he scrolled his head.

“I’ll think about that, then”

Denise was about to respond with an amused ‘good’ when a familiar voice called her name. She turned around and saw Alex standing at the end of the corridor.

She felt bad for almost forgetting the real reason she had walked until there, but Gwilym’s company had been particularly more pleasant than usual and, for a brief moment, she had only been able to think about him.

“Alex, dear, are you okay?” Denise immediately said when they both started to walk in each other’s direction.

When she was close enough, Alex opened her mouth to answer. She tried to put on a smile, but her lower lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears.

Denise didn’t have to extend her arms, that Alex had already thrown herself inside her embrace and had started crying.

“Gosh, Alex. What happened?” Gwilym reached the two girls and placed a hand on the brunette’s shoulder.

Alex broke the hug and dried the tears on her face with the palms of her hands.

“Long story – a nervous chuckle escaped her lips – if you don’t mind, I’d like to stay alone with Didi. Unless you guys were doing something, I don’t want to-”

“Alex, it’s alright” Gwilym caringly cut off her stuttering. Denise nodded in agreement when Alex looked at her, searching for confirmation.

“Let’s go, darling – Denise then suggested, leaning her palm on Alex’s lower back; they started to walk down the hallway heading toward the exit when Denise turned around to look at Gwilym – maybe I’ll … I’ll text you later” her voice took more the form of a question, herself uncertain of what she was saying.

Gwilym smiled widely.

“I’d love that”

They shared one last gaze followed by a friendly smile, then the two girls stepped outside and Gwilym was left alone in the middle of the corridor.

He was aware of the stupid grin that was still curving his lips. And he was even more aware of the beating heart knocking inside his chest.

He tried to cast out everything and hoped that the cold air that hit him when he exited the building would have helped. But crowded and confused feelings kept following him around until he reached his dormitory.

That whole morning with Denise had made him feel strange. Not a bad kind of strange, a beautiful kind of strange. A strange that he could hardly unscramble.

For the first time, since what he felt like a century, Gwilym wanted to talk with Joe. He wanted to talk with him about Denise.

He did not know what he was, but he was sure of one thing: he had never looked at Denise with those eyes. And he needed confirmation or, otherwise, a denial.

About what? Well, not even Gwilym knew. He would have discovered that talking with Joe.

But, with big disappointment, he could note that Joe was not there the moment he opened the door of their bedroom. He noticed the bed still unmade and a book about cinema abandoned on the desk.

A feeling of emptiness hit Gwilym and, as he slowly sat down on the bed, he took the phone from the coat he had not removed yet, and searched between his messages for the name of the only person he wanted to speak to at that moment.

He opened the chat and wrote a few words: ‘beaten to the punch ;)’

Then he let himself fall on the mattress, staring at the ceiling. He was sure he had also dozed off at some point until his phone vibrated in his hand.

Denise’s name appeared on his screen and, as a natural response, a big smile appeared on Gwilym’s face.

***

Joe was zealously typing on his computer the assignment he had due in a couple of weeks and he still had a hard time writing.

Sure, plays are easy, whereas ‘The birth of cinema’ is the impossible one, he sarcastically said to himself.

The truth was that he had a lot on his mind those last few days.

He had tried to keep himself busy all week, waiting for a sign to tell him he could talk to her.

One sign could have been if Elizabeth had texted him since the last time he had seen her – on Thursday when he’d walked her from the park to her dorm. They had barely spoken three words the whole walk and had awkwardly waved each other goodbye. One of the most embarrassing moments in their years of friendship.

He needed to know what she wanted to say to him that day at the park.

He wanted to talk to her again.

He needed to see her.

Screw the signs, he thought and, closing his computer, he put on his shoes and coat and headed out of his room.

His feet walked him in no time in a direction he knew far too well. He crossed the small park in front of the building, indifferent to the people sitting there or bumping into him. His brain was too focused on his feet to worry about looking around. He got to the front door and followed some students to get through security then ran upstairs towards room 986.

When he got in front of it he halted himself. Normally he wouldn’t knock but in desperate times…

He waited for her to answer with his finger crossed and blood pumping in his temples.

“Who is it?” Elizabeth almost instantly asked.

“It’s Joe” he calmly said, totally unmatching his actual state of mind.

When the door opened he could see why he hadn’t seen Elizabeth around: plates and water bottles were laying around, her desk was messy and her bed was undone at 11 in the morning, the blinds slightly closed.

“Hi” she just said with a small smile. She then realised they’d been standing there for more seconds than comfortable so she gestured him to step inside.

Joe thanked her with a smile and looked around.

“I know��� – Elizabeth beat him to say anything – this doesn’t look like my room”

“I was thinking it looked more like a cave to goblins and vampires” Joe commented and Elizabeth chuckled.

He turned around to watch her and he was happy to see her smiling sincerely.

“How have you been?” he asked her in a soothing tone, pushing down the urge to ask her what he wanted to know.

She nodded to no one in particular and gave him a small smile, “I’ve been better… but I’m catching up”

Joe smiled back and looked around her side of the room “I’m glad to hear that Liz, but seriously… we have to do something about this… mess… Have you seen Alex recently? Or is she buried somewhere in here?”

She lightly chuckled again and waved her hand at him pretending to be slapping his arm, “Stop taking the piss, Joe, I promise I’ll clear this up when I get better”

“Absolutely fucking not, - his voice drop-dead serious – you’re getting better right now,” and with that said he started picking up plates and piling them on the desk.

“Well, I have to say I appreciate your finesse… - she commented, hiding a smile while starting to tide up her nightstand – I almost missed it…”

Joe was kneeling on the floor, picking up socks and tissues from under her bed, and he smirked. He turned his head in her direction and rested his chin on his upper arm.

“You missed me cursing to make you move your ass?” he asked with his signature nonchalance.

Elizabeth couldn’t contain herself this time and laughed, and she realised she did miss his cursing and their playfully bossing around each other.

When she recomposed herself she took a second to think about what she wanted to say, then, “I really did – she said – I really missed you. Us. This…”

Joe could feel his heart beating faster and he just smiled because that was the only reaction he allowed himself to have.

“I missed us too…” he then added and standing up he closed the distance between them by hugging her tight.

They weren’t realising it, but they were having the same reaction: they both closed their eyes into the hug and inhaled deeply like you’d do when you come home after being away too long. For all the fun you may have had, nothing’s quite like home.

“Thanks for helping me pick up the pieces of my life,” Elizabeth muttered against his shirt.

“No worries. I can't see you living like this… – he started – Looks like some homeless raccoon is living here”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and pushed him away with a hand, while Joe chuckled at his own joke. She crossed her arms on her chest and tried forcing down a smile.

“You are a doofus, you know that right? – she told him – That will never change.”. And thank God for that, she kept to herself.

His chuckle faded and he smiled, “You can always count on me, Liz.”

She smiled back, “I know��. And she did know. Since he’d entered her room, her world just looked brighter and the laughs he caused… she’d really missed them.

They stared at one another for a few seconds before realising they were slipping into ‘awkward’ again.

Joe cleared his throat, “Well, we should get back to it…”

Elizabeth wanted to say more… to tell him what she wanted to tell him at the park that day.

I think there might be more between us other than friendship.

There. Clear as day.

But the thought of what happened at the park halted her galloping heart: what if what happened with Gwilym happens with Joe?

That thought made the blood freeze in her veins: she couldn’t let it happen. Her stupid, changeable heart had caused enough trouble. She’d already lost Gwilym, she couldn’t afford to lose Joe as well. Especially not Joe.

They’d just got close again… she couldn’t risk screwing it up.

Friendship sounds okay right now, she thought.

God knows how much she needed her friendship with Joe and not just in that moment of her life. In every moment of her life.

When she’d rushed things with Gwilym she hadn’t even thought that it would make her lose Joe. And deep down her heart, she knew that was the reason why she didn’t feel like things were working out with Gwilym.

She would have done anything not to hurt Joe anymore and preserve what they had just found again.

She picked up the blanket, pulling it over her bed. “Yeah, sure”.

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