#and i still love the both of them. somwhere deep down inside of me

[botslayer9000]

sigh. maybe i don't like she-ra after all

[imaginingaustin]

austin and me || part one

summary: you find out you're pregnant only a few months after yours and austin's wedding day. despite it being pretty soon, you are still over the moon.

"i know you're not feeling up for a workout, but would you want to meet for lunch somwhere afterwards?" austin asked you. he was getting ready to head to the gym, which was something that the two of you had done together pretty regularly in the time you'd been together.

"maybe. if i get to feeling better, i'd love to." you nodded, forcing a smile. you'd been feeling nauseous the past two days and really weren't up for anything at the moment.

"okay. well let me know." austin said, walking out of the closet. he walked over to the edge of the bed and kneeled down next to you. "i love you." he said softly, taking your hand in his, pressing his lip to the wedding band that newly adorned your left ring finger.

"i love you too." you said with a smile. you sat up and pressed a kiss to his lips, wishing him goodbye before he left.

after he'd been gone for a while, you started to get hungry. you made yourself something small, but it wasn't too long before you were in the bathroom throwing up. you dug around in the bathroom closet for something to settle your stomach when your eyes landed on an unopened box of tampons.

"oh shit." you huffed once the pieces clicked in your mind. that sure would explain the stomach aches.

you grabbed your purse and keys, walking to the drug store down the street from your house. you stood in the family planning aisle, staring at the numerous pregnancy tests that filled the shelves. it suddenly felt like your arms weighed two tons each. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't do anything to lift them. you were lost in your own thoughts when a soft voice brought you back down to earth.

"you okay, sweetie?" the voice asked. you focused on the person next to you, the lady you recognized as the cashier, standing next to you. you forced a smile and nodded slightly. "not something you thought you were gonna be shopping for today, huh?" she asked.

"not even close." you sighed. you finally mustered the strength to grab a box from the shelf, staring down at the picture of the pregnant woman on the box.

"do you love him?" she asked.

"more than anything.” you said, smiling at her. “it just feels so soon. we've only been married a few months." you sighed. "but we've talked about having kids, and i know this is something we both want. i'm just a little nervous."

"i was nervous when i had my first baby, too. it's normal to feel nervous with your first. but once that baby is here, things change so quickly. you and your husband love each other, and getting to share that love with a little one will be more fulfilling that you know." she reassured. you smiled and thanked her for her kind words. she walked with you to the cash register to get you checked out.

you thanked her again and walked back home. you stood in the bathroom, staring at the box on the counter, before you finally opened it and took one out. you took the test and paced the bathroom while you awaited the results. your timer went off, and you took a deep breath before looking.

Pregnant.

"oh, my god." you said aloud. you took another one for safe measure, which was a positive result as well. you grabbed your phone to text austin, but immediately stopped yourself.

"no. this is something i need to tell him in person." you said, setting your phone back down on your nightstand. wanting to be just a bit cutesy, you found an old gift box in your closet, wrapping the pregnancy tests in some tissue and placing them inside.

“perfect." you said to yourself after tying the bow. you text austin and told him you were feeling a bit better, but weren't quite up to eating out. instead, you suggested having lunch together at home, to which austin agreed.

"i'm just glad to know you're feeling better." he replied.

"yeah. me too :)" you sent back. you began cooking while you waited for austin to return home. he returned about halfway through your cook time, so you ushered him upstairs to shower and change before he came back down and set the table. you'd hidden the box in the kitchen, so he wouldn't find it in the bedroom. you finished preparing your meal, and you sat down at the table with austin and began eating.

he told you about his workout, how his trainer had come up with a new regime to get him prepped for his upcoming project.

"im so unbelievably sore though. but i know once i go through it after a couple of days, i'll be used to it."

"definitely." you added, nodding in agreement.

"anyway, enough about me. i'm glad you're feeling better, what do you think it was? one of those 24 hour bugs?" he asked.

"i think it may last a bit longer than that." you thought to yourself. "i guess? i don't know. i tried to eat something earliet, but i threw up again as soon as it hit my stomach. i started feeling a bit better after that though." you shrugged, taking a sip of water. "speaking of which," you trailed off, getting up from the table.

"speaking of which? please don't tell me you got food poisoning from my cooking, i'll cry." he joked.

"no, not at all." you laughed. you grabbed the box from it's hiding spot, and instructed austin to close his eyes before you took it back to the table. you moved his plate and set the box down in front of him. "okay, open."

"what are you getting me presents for?" he asked, focusing on the gift box in front of him.

"just open it." you said. you stood next to him, watching nervously as he untied the bow and opened the box. you watched his hands as they rummaged through the tissue paper, unrolling the first pregnancy test.

"no way." he said quietly, he found the other one confirming his findings. "y/n?!" he turned to face you, tears on the brink of falling.

"you're gonna be a daddy." you said softly, your tears already falling.

"oh my god." he said quietly, looking down at the pregnancy tests in his hands. you could see the smile on his face widening as he fully took in the moment. suddenly, his arms were tight around your waist. "we're gonna have a baby." he said, voice muffled by your shirt. you giggled softly his lips met your stomach, him pressing kisses to every inch of your belly.

later that night, while you were getting ready for bed, you couldn't help but marvel at your stomach. you raised your shirt and placed your hands on either side of your belly button.

"hello, little one. mommy and daddy love you so much already." you said softly. you pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand and pressed it to your belly. you walked out of the bathroom and made your way over to the bed. you saw austin sitting up on his side, the pregnancy tests in his hands. you heard him sniffle, and as you got closer, you saw that he'd been crying. sad crying, though. not happy crying.

"baby? what's wrong?" you asked, climbing into bed, and moving next to him.

"nothing, it's stupid." he huffed, wiping his nose.

"it's not stupid if it's making you cry. talk to me, love." you said, rubbing his back. he took a deep breath before looking up at you.

"i feel guilty for being excited about this baby when my mom isn't here to be part of it." he said, his tears falling faster. "she loved kids so much, and i know she would've been so excited to have been given the opportunity to be a grandma." he stopped for a moment, but he knew he had more to say. he took a deep breath before speaking again, his tears continuing to stream. "and lisa marie. she became such a huge part of my life in just a short time. a huge part of our lives." he emphasized. the mention of lisa marie hit you like a ton of bricks.

you unfortunately never got the chance to meet lori, austin's mom. but you did meet lisa marie. austin's elvis journey was such a huge part of his life over the last three years, and you were with him every step of the way. the first time he met lisa marie, as well as priscilla, riley, an harper and finley, at the ceremony of them placing their hands at Grauman's Chinese theater, you were there. and you saw how much pride lisa marie had for austin, for finally protraying her father in what she thought was the right way. she became almost like a second mother to him, and they grew so close in the too short of time they had together. you knew how much her praise meant to austin, and her passing hit him harder than you could've ever imagined. he didn't tell you until the night she passed how integral she actually was to your engagement.

"she was the one who encouraged me to finally propose. she was an outsider to our relationship, but she saw how much you meant to me, and how supportive you were of me. it was no secret how hard this filming journey was for me, but you stuck by my side through it all. i told her that i wanted to marry you, but was too nervous that you were going to say no. but she said, and i quote, 'if you don't get off your ass and propose, then i'll do it for you.' the next day, i bought the ring, and proposed. and now she's not even gonna get to see the wedding." he said to you. you and him cracked open a new bottle of scotch that night, drinking your sorrows away. you laughed and cried, sharing stories of the few memories you each had with her, wishing there were more.

“both she and your mom will be there in spirit. they are both so proud of you, and they wouldn't miss it for the world." you said to him.

“oh, hon. i know it’s sad, but they wouldn’t want you to be upset. your mom and lisa marie are always watching over you and have taught you so many wonderful life lessons. in parenting and otherwise. you’re going to be a wonderful father, and our baby is going to love you.” you said, continuing to rub his back. he laid into your chest and you let him continue crying.

“im sorry, babe.” he said, sitting up and sniffling once more. he’d finally cried out all his tears and was coming back down to earth.

“you dont need to be sorry. it's an emotional time and you miss the people you love. you have so much love for the people in your life that sometimes it overflows, but that's okay." you said. he looked up at you with puffy eyes, and your heart broke. you hated seeing him this upset.

“i love you.” he said softly. he leaned against the headboard, patting your thigh. “so so much.”

“i love you.” you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips. he pulled away and smiled at you.

“we’re having a baby.” he said softly, kissing you again.

“i know! and i know that as long as you’re their daddy, they’re gonna get more love than they’ll know what to do with.” you said with a smile. his eyes met yours before he kissed you again.

“i really am excited, i promise. i hope my crying isn't making you think i'm not excited about this.” he said, placing his hand on your stomach.

“no, i know you are. and i am too.” you said hugging him tight. “our baby is gonna be so pretty.”

“for sure.” he laughed. you finally wound down and the both of you fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

[hwauas]

🕊️: "the lost prince" (6)

park seonghwa (박성화) - 2,269 words

the lady came into the room as soon as she got the permission. she lowered her head a little, and Seonghwa and you bowed respectfully in front of her.

     “you don't have to be this formal. and you can call me Iseul.”

she sat on a chair next to your boyfriend's bed. even her posture was showing how elegant and sophisticated she was.

“i wanted to come, because.. you know, news are spreading quite rapidly..”

     “and so, you wanted to come and see the new city's attraction?”

Seonghwa sighed as he looked down. he felt deeply hurt — yet, he didn't let her speak.

     “Seonghwa, honey, you should let her speak. don't be this rude. i know things are hard but no one would make fun of you.”

     the tension in the atmosphere seemed to have increase so abruptly. Iseul was looking down, feeling almost guilty for coming here when the reasons that brought her here wasn't the ones Seonghwa talked about.

you softly grabbed Seonghwa's hand, to try and soothe him. your thumb was stroking his hand mindlessly.

     the woman seemed to be waiting for something — and you weren't stupid: you knew she was waiting for a permission to keep going.

as you were still calming down Seonghwa, you mentioned her to keep going.

     “to be honest with you Seonghwa.. i lost my child years ago. but i know that, somewhere else in this world, he's living. i just don't know where..”

the lady was looking at Seonghwa with a kind of protection in her eyes. she was talking about a tough time of her life, yet her eyes and whole face was showing off something else than sadness.

“i understand how you may feel. i understand how hard is it to have no family. since the day i lost my child, my husband is my only family. i believe you think this beautiful person by your side is your only family now? but you have a real family, blood related, waiting for you somwhere in this world. just as i'm waiting for my baby to come back home.”

     a tear started to fall down your boyfriend's cheek, and then an another. you hated to see them. they were the physical representation of the pain he was feeling.

“how did you face the truth? there's one moment you have to accept the truth. you can't deny this for ever.”

     “there is not a right way to do it. you know you had the choice when you realise you don't have the choice anymore.”

the woman was looking at Seonghwa. you knew she was sharing the same pain as him deep down.

“if you're indeed the lost prince.. i'm sure the King and the Queen are waiting for you, and are ready to give you all their love.”

     “i don't really wanna think about that.. about being.. the lost prince.. i'm not strong enough to handle this. i just can't be a prince.”

Seonghwa suddenly held on your hand tightly.

“plus, as y/n said to me right before you came.. our worlds would be different, and i can't imagine a life without her/him anymore.”

     “oh, Seonghwa.. if you indeed are the lost prince.. why would you have to break up with her/him? that doesn't make sense. the King and the Queen would be thankful she/he was here for you throughout this tough moment of your life. and rules are less strict than you think! there is no reason they won't accept your soulmate.”

     you frowned. you studied a lot royalty, monarchy and everything which was related to this world. and it was even your speciality.

“but every books i've read, and every people i talked to about this agreed with me: there is a lack of freedom as a prince. King and Queen often rule their child's life.”

     the woman laughed. you wondered if she was in pain or something. her laugh almost sounded hypocrite and fake.

“what's written in books are not always true. things are not set for ever. they evolve through the time.”

     Seonghwa squeezed your hand softly, and rested his head on your shoulders. he whispered ‘we'll see later’ to you. you were looking down to your hands linked together. the woman was looking at you both, with the same protection she showed before.

the whole atmosphere was less tensed than before.

###

later in the day, in a different place.

     the woman was now wearing her crown again. she was stunnier than before. her hair was again tied up in the most gracefully way possible. her dress was quite simple, way different from the large dress from our clichés: white, with trompet sleeves, not that huge and with beautiful details.

she was walking through the corridors, and stopped in front of a door leading to a large living room. there were hundreds and hundreds of books on different shelfs. the room was bright because of the sun rays, and the light colours of the room.

     a man was standing in front of a window. he was wearing a crown too. no need to be smart to know he was the woman's husband. she approached him slowly.

     “each new days without our son is hurtful..”

the man said almost in a whisper. this words weren't enough to describe the pain in his heart the destiny took his son away from him, his only treasure.

     “i talked to him today. he's so beautiful.. he looks like you.”

     “you.. what?”

the man turned over to face his wife. she seemed to be happy, after 16 years of sadness.

     “you don't want to stay updated with the news because you're afraid we finf our son. you're afraid of the day we will be reunited together, because you missed him so much that you don't know how you will react. or you're afraid we may learn we've found our son, but dead. you're afraid of good and bad news. but i'm not. this little human lived inside of me for 9 months. i held his head when i had to breastfeed him. he's the only one for whom i went on my knees to tie his shoes. he's the only one i cried for when he came to the world.”

the woman wiped away few tears. she was trying to hold them back, but it was hurting even more: she needed to cry. not to mention the knot in her throat because of her tears.

“he means the world to him and, unlike you, i'm waiting for this day they would say they found him, or they have a serious trail. and today.. they said they were having a trail.”

     “what do you mean..?”

the man seemed to be too shocked to process. any information seemed to be fully understood.

     “it's been a while i didn't say 'Seonghwa'..”

     the man approached his wife, and took her shoulders. his eyes were teary. he couldn't believe what he's heard from his wife. he waited for this day for so long..

     “when i'm seriously thinking about abdicating.. stars give me my son back to take my place..”

he kissed his wife's forehead. the emotions were taking the leads, and he couldn't hold back his tears anymore.

     “so you were serious, in this letter..”

     “you found it?”

the king sighed. he starred to walk around, aimlessly, and stopped again in front of the window.

“the waiting is so hard for me. it consumed all my energy. and i'm getting old.. i don't want the country to see me getting old, and i'm not living in my time to take decision. i wanted to wait for fleur-de-lis to come back before making this letter public. the country needs him as a king now. and a new queen.”

     “i'm not sure he's ready for that.. and his girlfriend/boyfriend either.”

she sat on a sofa, looking at his husband's shapes.

     “his what?”

     “hey, understand him. understand them. he has no idea he's a prince. and even though she/he believes Seonghwa is the prince, just as the policemen in charge of the case, Seonghwa doesn't want to hear this possibility. he just followed his heart by dating her/him. he wasn't doing anything else because he has no idea of the rules.”

the woman was strongly protecting your relationship with his son. she would let her body and her soul to protect you both in front of the king, because one thing she concluded about the meeting is that you were both in love and none of you was ready to face this.

“they're of course not ready to hear the truth one moment or another. they're afraid their worlds would be different and they would have to break up.”

     “that's true! they have to break up! it's not the rules, and he has to marry a real princess, not a peasant!"

     “first, because she/he comes from an another background doesn't mean she/he is a peasant. you better take this back, Park Junghoon. then, you can't break them apart. you know he still can lives by his someone's sides, even though their worlds are different. and finally, if you go against them, i doubt you would have a heir. do you wanna stay there until you die so i take the leads instead because you don't have a heir — or should i say because you refused to let him live his love story for shitty rules? do you wanna be the king until your last breath? do you want your country to see you getting old, and to see you die? do you want your only son to be mad at you because you imposed him your rules when the only thing he was asking for was to be reunited again with his family by his girlfriend's/boyfriend's sides?”

she was speaking firmly to be sure his husband would understand. but honestly, it wasn't the first time they were arguing. since someone took their son away from them, their relationship got even more fragile days after days.

“no, you don't. so if you wanna make this letter public, you better accept her/him when he'll be back. or else, you would definitely lose him. and me this time. no queen anymore, no prince as future king, no daughter-in-law/son-in-law anymore to be a future queen/king. you'd be alone and you'd have to stay there until the end.”

the queen stood up from her sofa, and started to walk away.

“take this as a way to thank him/her. because since the very first day they met each other until now, she/he never let Seonghwa down. and for the moment, Seonghwa has no one else. without this person by his side, i don't even think he would still be alive..”

she opened the door. but before leaving, she stopped to add one last thing.

“your daughter-in-law/son-in-law, if you accept it, is Choi y/n.”

     the woman left the room. the king was speechless — he knew his wife was right. he couldn't take you away from Seonghwa. impossible.

###

    after the woman left Seonghwa's room, you gave your boyfriend his clothes to be comfortable in his own clothes rather than in the hospital's clothes. and you even changed yourself in more comfortable clothes.

Seonghwa ate the meal tray normally, and the nurse even did her best to get you one to eat with him. it wasn't the best food you've ever eaten, yet it was enough for you.

     and after this moment with him, eating and talking about everything and anything, you both layed down in each other's arms. you were looking through the window, at the starry night.

     “a clear night like that.. it reminds me of our prom date.”

you were almost daydreaming, thinking about this night.

     “it was literally two days ago.”

Seonghwa gently mocked you. he was looking at your sparkling eyes with a bright smile.

     “prince of my heart, don't make fun of me.”

     “the only kingdom i wanna rule.”

Seonghwa giggled as he pulled you closer to his chest. he even kissed your forehead multiple times.

“i really don't want to be the prince. i hope my family is somewhere else..”

     “if we forget about the fact that would mean having a statute.. i just wish you find your family. them or not, i don't care. i want to thank your real mom for giving birth to you.”

you wrapped both your arms around your boyfriend's waist. you also rested your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

     “i'm afraid to meet my parents, to be honest.. i don't know how things will be going.”

     “i understand the unknown may scare you. but you can't avoid this for ever. it's hurting you, you know that. and it's hurting them. you'll get to know the truth about what happened. there's a lot to win by finding them, and meeting them.”

     Seonghwa only nodded. he was now the one looking at the dark sky while you were half asleep against his chest, under the blanket. the stars and the mood was lightening up perfectly the room, without making it too bright. it didn't take you too much time to fall into a light sleep.

     “i'm so afraid y/n... i don't wanna lose you by meeting them.. you said the truth thinking about me but.. i'm ready to give up on my family for you..”

he kissed your forehead as he held you tighter. he was looking at you sleeping, and quickly fell asleep too.

[meddows-theblondebastard]

Girl Crush (Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor Imagine)

I wrote this after listening to ‘Girl Crush’ and broke my own heart. 

Also posted on AO3.

Warnings: angst, bits of fluff, bits of swearing, as a whole, very, very lovely. 

Additional details: → Based on the song ‘Girl Crush’ cover version by Harry Styles. It’s on Spotify if you wanna listen to it or maybe I’ll put it down there. 

           → Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor, but you can imagine Roger alone or Ben, if                  you feel like it.

           → Action taking place at present.

PLOT: You are confused as hell while Roger knows for sure that he’s in love with you. So, he puts that into a song. 

                                                        Imagines

(Credits to Greta Myklegard for the GIF on Pinterest.)

„C’mon, he wants you there more than anyone else.” Brian says, in a final attempt to make you move from the couch you are sitting in this moment. You know he’s in a rush and you are only making things worse for him, but he doesn’t give up. „Y/N, look, we have 40 minutes left and if you think about doing something, you should make a decision right about now. Forget about the argument, it’s the most insignificant thing now for you both.” So many thoughts, so little time. You thought. Brian looks up at the clock on the wall and you feel the urge to tell him to go. You just don’t want to make him be late or annoy him even more. And he, being the sweet guy he is, never admits the fact that you annoy him.

For maybe the millionth time today, your mind travelled back to a particular person. Blue eyes, beautiful blonde hair and, you should add, a big temper even though he acts like this shy boy every once in a while. And you were mad, but having his image in your head helped a bit through the phase. You are a very bad person and Roger is the last person to deserve to be treated like this. That is why staying in your pajamas in your house to spend the rest of the night was a better idea than going anywhere out . You wouldn’t hurt anyone.

„I still don’t hear you saying a single thing.” The curly one says again, somehow resisting to the impulse of pinching your arm or something like that.

„That is because I don’t feel good. I don’t feel comfortable coming tonight. I’ll ruin your moment, I don’t wanna do that.” You say with your thoughts all a mess inside your head.

„Neither does Roger. I saw him today, he clearly was pissed. But you know what? Yours and his pride shouldn’t be bigger than they way you need each other. Remember that you were there everytime.

Bloody hell. He shouldn’t have said that like that.

„Brian.”

„I’m right here.”

„I don’t have a very good feeling about it, but I’ll be back in 12 minutes.” You say and in one second, you’re standing on your own feet. Brian smiles at you, somehow relieved that he didn’t have to spend too much time convincing you or contradict your opinions. You reached your bedroom and put on the most easier to find clothes. It wasn’t a formal thing or something which needed a significant part of care, it was just a little concert in a bar. You combed your wild hair, applied some mascara and lip gloss and you thought you were ready. Phisically, at least. You put your phone in the back pocket of your jeans and then went back to Brian, who was up from the couch, waiting impatiently for you.

„I’m okay.” You assure, but don’t know from where this comes from. You grab your house keys from the coffee table and in a few moments you are in the passenger’s seat in Brian’s car.

Roger. Your mind whispers. While you bite the inside of your cheek, his face appears in front of your eyes. He is so naive. Or, are you naive?

You didn’t have to tell him all those things. It was obvious that he didn’t need any of them, nor was his intention to confuse you. Yet, you are still so confused. Because you have no idea how you should act around him. He does these things … And you don’t know if you’re supposed to accept them or not. He has feelings for you. This is showing on him, it has been for a lot of time now. And somehow, this complicates your situation even more. Roger is a great person. He is a handsome man and an amazing friend, but is this how it should be? His actions towards you have always spoken more for him than his words. How he looks at you when you’re around him, how he tries to make you laugh and how he offers to help you so often you feel almost ungrateful. He’s so nice, it’s almost unbelieveable. You, on the other hand and in comparison, are in doubts and can only create complications with your beliefs.

„This … I think this is not right. Please, why you keep doing those things for me? I-I can’t make up for it, I don’t think I could feel the same for you, Roger. I don’t know, don’t force me.”

„I’m not trying to force you, Y/N, don’t say that. Why is this so hard for you to get? I just want you good, it’s so nice for me to see you smile and all that … But maybe that makes me a damn burden and I can totally understand it.”

Ugh, remembering this day’s events is awful. And the argument. It’s miserable.

„Remember that you were there everytime.” And Brian is right. Not just because he’s more conscious than you, but because it is true. You met Roger and the band he’s in exactly at the bar you are now heading to. It hapenned on a night when you decided to stop studying and stressing over final exams and get out of the house. Your mood was completely shitty, you reckon, and that made you give up for some hours. You entered the bar which was, back then, filled with teenagers who were almost the same age as you, drinking and simply having fun to your disadvantage. You found out that someone’s about to light up the atmosphere with some music only when a group of men became the center of attention. One held a mic, who’s name was Freddie, two of them had guitars, Brian and John and one more, Roger, positioned himself behind a drum set in the back. His messy hair back then was the first thing to catch you attention. When they started singing along with playing their instruments, there was this blast for your ears. They have totally disconnected you from your too full universe. Made you smile while admiring their talent and then cheering with the crowd when they were done. The memory makes you tremble now. It’s been almost two years since. Ever since, you were lucky enough to be present everytime they sang there. You got to know their songs in order and witness the new ones on occasions. They had power, a lot of talent, they were skilled and entertained every single person in the little crowded bar which became, by the way, more and more popular because of them. By having the courage to congratulate them, without even noticing, you became friends. It was an uncertain fact at first, but it became stable on the way. The truth was they were normal people, all in all. Normal people with a passion that brought them together to amaze the others. Music was an important hobby for them, but they have said that it would never be serious enough to make a living out of it.

Oh boy, how wrong they were.

The more people came to watch them playing on different nights and get drunk in addition, the more popular they became. And it just happened for you to be there when a man in uniform offered them the occasion to visit a recording studio. That was it. Everything went smooth, enjoyable and crazy. Absolutely crazy. Their first album followed shortly after that and now they go under the band name ‚Queen’.  

To get along with Roger was an interesting process. He was the ladie’s man with fast hands and drumsticks. But the thing was that he never looked after any woman in particular. He only looked after … Well, you. It was confusing to understand how and why, but you just assmued that you don’t have to explain everything and believed that, eventually, things will clarify. It was easy to say that Roger didn’t give up on his purpose. He never really lost any opportunity to take you out to dinner, flirt with you and smile in that way he does. Although you tried to avoid getting closer and closer, he’s always managed to pull you closer. He didn’t try anything on you still, never kissed you or tell you clearly what was that he wanted. But it was already obvious and the thought, the aspects of it scared you, if it’s to be honest. Why? Is still your question.

Why letting Roger to have you was so confusing and hard to get?

You wish you had an actual answer to that.

There were a lot of guys around you. There was this one, Anthony, who got under your skin a little, unfortunately for Roger. Not that you wanted to be rude. Only God knows, you cared about Roger too much, he earned that from you, but the way Anthony was seemed to feel right. It seemed to feel like it was appropriate for you, while when you were around your blonde one made you feel your skin burning, your stomach squeezing and your hands sweating. Could you name that?

No. You never did.

 „You seriously scare me when you are so deep into your thoughts.” Brian’s voice snaps you back to reality when you realize that you are biting your lower lip hard enough to make the blood spill out. Hopefully, that didn’t happen.

„What? We arrived?” You ask.

„Yeah, we’re here. 20 more minutes.”

You got out of the car, facing the bar. The wind blowing freshened your tenseness. Your hands are squeezed into fists, but there’s barely a thing you could do about that. Still, you manage to move, nervous. The inside of the bar is already full and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes gets to your nose quickly. It’s loud in here, mostly because everyone is excited. The boys are back from tour and decided to have a mini-show back at the bar where it all started. Like a ‚hi there again’ for everyone who watched their performances throughout the years. They were clearly important individuals now.

Brian suggested you to stay near the stage and then he rushed somwhere in the back. No one could call that a backstage because there wasn’t one. It was just a tiny space behind the stage, where they got used to encourage themselves before the show, laugh, have shots and practice a little. You know Roger use to play with his drumsticks there, hitting the air imaginary and throwing them up. Once, one of the drumsticks even hit him in the eye, but he didn’t complain, because he saw that you were secretly looking.

Lovely.

You ordered a glass of something strong for your state of mind and waited patiently. That is all you can do for now. The air is filled with eagerness, people are moving too fast around and there is no trace of your boys. No.

Stay. Don’t you dare to think of leaving.

The crowd started to whisper loudly when the lights dimmed and the little stage was all Freddie’s. He appeared, wearing a not so bold of an outfit as you were used to, smiling and waving to everyone. From behind, there came John, Brian and finally, the ladie’s man. He lifted his hands in the air, along with his drumsticks and smiled warmly. You suddenly felt the need to smile as well, seeing him form afar. He has his hair slightly wavy maybe from the humid air and wears black skinny jeans with a plain white, elbows-lenght shirt. This look makes him be even more handsome, with his white teeth and soft, blue eye. You bite your lip unconsciously.

They start playing and it’s pure bliss. The people are absorbed by them, singing along and dancing around like some super happy freaks. Their hands are quickly in the air, yelling from excitement and spilling their drinks on the floor without being bothered. You stand still, in a poor-lighted corner with your empty galss in your hand, wanting so hard to move and dance with the others. These boys are awesome. But you can’t move, just swing a little from left to right because Roger managed to see you at some point. He seemed a bit shocked until trying to hide it. His drumming was intense, hair being a mess, cheeks flushed and wet lips while he was looking in your direction. You tried to grin, liftting your glass in the air and making him smirk for a bit.

Yeah, your pride wasn’t bigger than the way you needed each other. It’s true, for God’s sake, but you’re a fool for the record and will never admit this.

Only looking at Roger, a last song was heard and then people started to scream again, loving the atmosphere the boys created. They stood on the stage and took all the noise, all that cheering into their souls, breathing fire and joy. You placed your glass on the the bar’s counter and exited your ‚safe’ place, approaching the stage but still being covered by the crowd.

„Alright, we’re not done just yet.” Freddie says in the mic. He looks at Roger from behind his shoulder and continues. „Our friends right here needs to do something. Come here, buddy.” You watch as Roger steps forward. His breathing is fast, you can see. A moment of silence later, he speaks:

„I’ll apologize in advance if I’ll sound like shit, I’m trying though.” His face is all sweaty and red, but he’s so beautiful. With the mic now in his hands, he looks at Brian who jusy enjoyed him. He nods, everyone becomes quiet and you tense up.

A gentle guitar sound is heard and your hands start shaking. Roger finds you in the crowd and while looking right into your eyes, he says:

„This is for my girl.”

 „I got a girl crush …”

 Your heartbeats speed up. Your feet take you right in front of the stage in a desperate attempt to understand what is happening. You know this song. You know this song and it sounds painfully good from his mouth.

 „Hate to admit it but

I got a heart rush

It ain't slowing down

I got it real bad

Want everything she has

That smile and that midnight laugh

She's giving you now”

 You pity him. It’s so lame and unecessary, but you do. Something inside of you flinches and a knot is forming in your throat.

 „I want to taste her lips

Yeah, ’cause they taste like you

I want to drown myself

In a bottle of her perfume”

 Roger is nervous too, you can see that by the way he tightens his grip on the mic. His voice can tremble in any moment, he’s so concentrated as he lays his forehead on the mic head. The lights are all on him, at a decent amount of intensity.

„I want her long blonde hair

I want her magic touch

Yeah, 'cause maybe then

You'd want me just as much

And I've got a girl crush

I've got a girl crush”

 You can barely look around to see everyone watching him in awe. It almost makes a tear drop down your cheek, but you shouldn’t do that. They lift their hands up in the air once again, moving them along with the rhythm.

Oh, Roger …

 „I don't get no sleep

I don't get no peace

Thinking about her

Under your bed sheets”

 Anthony. For a strange reason, Anthony comes into your mind. The music reminds you of how you slept with him for the first time. Roger knows nothing about this, and should never find out. But you feel guilty. On that night, Anthony, although he was hugging you from behind in his bed, wasn’t the one you thought about. Roger was.

 „The way that she's whispering

The way that she's pulling you in

Lord knows I've tried

I can't get her off my mind”

 You couldn’t breathe properly. You’re so nervous and you have any idea why. It’s so frustrating and it makes your face red with feelings. There was this day once, when you cut one of your fingers with a knife while trying to cook something alone. You’ve tried to cook before, but only simple recipes. You swore a lot when the knife slipped in your hand and cut a wound in your finger. You couldn’t stand blood, so you rushed to the hospital to get stitches. You called both Anthony and Roger, maybe one of them was willing to take you back home. And guess who came first.

Not Anthony.

Roger. And he was worried as hell. He checked your finger, the bandage and asked if you were okay. His touches on you were gentle, they were sweet and caring and you remember how warm that made you feel.

 „I want to taste her lips

Yeah, 'cause they taste like you

I want to drown myself

In a bottle of her perfume

I want her long blonde hair

I want her magic touch

Yeah, 'cause maybe then

You'd want me just as much”

 It’s so weird, you feel him so vulnerable. You can’t be pissed anymore, there’s no point in that. Everything in you tells you that you need to go up there and hug him. He doesn’t look at you anymore, he’s looking at the crowd. Some of them are crying, some of them are leaning against each other and dance in silence. Brian plays at his guitar with fine touches. Freddie and John are doing the backing vocals, they murmur together like two birds and you can swear you are in love.  But Roger loves you and he’s trying to get this right for you.

And you feel so bad for it.

„And I've got a girl crush

Oh, and I got a girl crush”

 You try to handle when Roger turns to look at you and dries his lips. His eyes glow, and seeing him this way, you try to smile as beautiful and true as you can. He swallows hard before singing the last notes of the song that made you love him so freaking much.

 „I got a girl crush

Hate to admit it but

I got a heart rush

It ain't slowing down”

 When he finishes, a silent moment goes by. He lets out a shaky breath and then, right there, the crowd begins to applaud and call out his name. And you can’t lose this chance. You clap your hands so hard while he gets your sight and smiles so little. You close your eyes and decide it is time to slow down. All these things for you. Roger Taylor is ruining you right now, but it’s fine as long as you did that too to him.

Trying to calm down from your weak moment, you wait for the bar to empty in order to catch your breath. The need for fresh air is inevitable. Still, you can hold on for a couple of minutes more. Brian, Freddie, John and Roger aren’t anywhere close so you start wandering around. Suddenly, Brian takes your hand and points you forward, where Roger is staying, unable to see you. He is holding his head down and the image is terrible. You nod to Brian and he smiles back at you, trying to send you some boldness. You walk towards Roger and when you are right behind him, your arms wrap around his warm body. He doesn’t jump taken aback, he doesn’t move. Your head creeps on his shoulder where you see him with both of his hands placed on a glass with a dark-colored liquid in it.

„’Drowning your sorrows in alcohol, huh?” You speak in his ear, his bittersweet scent hitting on your senses.

„It’s just Coke. If it was alcohol, then I would’ve been wasted by now in terms of how I’m feeling.” He doesn’t turn his head at you and you can guess it’s because he’s somewhat ashamed.

„Roger?” You whisper. „Look at me, please.”

He does. His eyes find yours and they’re a bit red. Did he cry?  

„We will stare in each other’s eyes now?” He asked with sarcasm. Still, his voice was weak.

You giggled. Then, your hands cupped his cheeks. What followed was shocking for both of you. Lips to lips, you two kissed. It was lingering, a little needy at first and then slow. Your lips were hot, feelings tangled and fingers numb on his skin. He placed his hands on your wirsts, applying pressure as he kept his lips glued to yours. A light strong taste from his tongue was now in your mouth and you immediately knew he lied earlier.

„Is that whiskey I’ve just felt in your mouth, love?”

„Just a little.” He answered, giving you that smirk which, right now, makes you lose your mind.

„Thank you so much, Roger. So, so much. You were beautiful out there. So, damn sweet.” You know your words could be meaningless compared to what he did tonight for you. But this was all you could do. You feel dizzy even tough you barely drank. You assume it’s because of what happened.

„It wasn’t a big thing. I’m not the romantic type, you know?”

„I know. I need some air, do you want to take a walk with me? We need to talk.” You say, not breaking eye-contact for a single second. He dared to intertwine his fingers with yours and then stand up. You hold his hand carefully while guiding him to the exit. The night is chilly just as it has to be to cool you down, but with Roger by your side, your whole body is burning. Confusion is lost, hopefully forever.

Let’s talk about Ben Hardy as Roger Taylor wearing a plain white, elbows-lenght shirt, okay? My heart is too weak for that. I’m nervous about this because I spent a lot of time writing it and I hope you will enjoy. Thank you so much in advance for reading! Heart, reblog, comment, whatever, it will be enormously appreciated and kind of you! Opinions really, really help me and make me wanna continue writing. :)

xoxo, D.

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“Galileo” or Stop Laughing At Me While I’m Filming (Ben Hardy Imagine)

I’m doing this because I’m a multifandom trash.

Like, seriously.

Warnings: Should I say none or should I say that things will get serious by the end of this?

                                                              Imagines / Part 2

PLOT: Your friend, Ben is hilarious while filming for Bohemian Rhapsody movie and that makes both of you distracted. (+) 

It was literally too hard to abstain your smile when you visited Ben on set. Everyone around was simply so nice to you, Ben’s new friends were hilarious and to have the chance to see him being completely transformed into the one and only Roger Taylor from Queen was beyond words as an experience and above all of that, the role fitted him so well. You would’ve skipped days at work for those kind of opportunities, which weren’t so common, but somehow, Ben had managed to invite you here to spend some time together. Bohemian Rhapsody was the best thing that has ever happened to him in a long time. I mean, yeah, he was an incredible actor and you knew it very well, but for him to be part of such an important project with such dedicated cast and crew meant very much. The world, actually. You could see the excitement in him from miles away and the way he talked about every detail, the way he would call you everytime to tell you about how his day went, recreate moments and jokes made by his mates and how he would ask you to come and see with your own eyes how amazing is to do that day by day … You were so glad for him. Glad that he was having a great time and for the fact that he was living his best dreams of all. You’ve been lucky enough to be among his old friends from home, he is a special person for you because it’s been a long time since you’ve known each other. Right before graduation, when he had just started to go to University, you were there even when he got the role of Peter Beale in Eastenders. He certainly worked hard to become what he is today, even though he thinks he still has a lot more things to learn in order to feel like a real actor. To be honest, he is sometimes too insecure to admit that he ended up where he is now because he liked acting and being involved with people on the stage. He just had this passion and went on with it until it became something to be proud about.

At least, you felt very proud of him.

„Galileo, Galileo … Galileo, Figaroo!” In an attempt to muffle your laughter when you watched Ben trying to imitate Roger’s falsettos while the scene where the boys were supposedly recording Bohemian Rhapsody was being filmed, you held your palm just over your mouth. You discovered that it is almost impossible to hold back some giggles when you see him acting in this part. The script is good, no doubt, it’s just the blond haired here, and his profound skills.

„Higher.” Gestured Joe who was playing John Deacon.

„Jesus, how many more Galileo’s do you want??” Ben bursted, deep into his role. Even so, you couldn’t stop laughing … Or half-choking-half-laughing. You knew he shouldn’t have seen you, but that was hard enough when you were behind the cameras at a decent distance from the director. Every person from the edge of the filming area was watching carefully and entertained except from you. And like it was written in the stars, Ben cought your action and the look on your face. Surely, your face was red with amusement and that was the thing that made him shot you a grin and then let out an innocent laugh. The next thing you knew was the director yelling a ‚cut’.

„Was that in the script?” The question followed. Immediately after that, you moved away from set, it was your fault for that  and you didn’t want to be observed. Walking quickly past some other people responsable with the costumes and sound you ended up at a table filled with snacks brought by everyone. You grabbed a salty biscuit and ate it nervously. Some moments went by and Ben didn’t seem to be around so you tried to turn around and go back to where you were standing. Insteand of doing that, you were taken aback by his own figure which was now right behind you. He smirked in your face. Okay, so you didn’t cause that much of a trouble.

„Y/N.” He said, with a voice which didn’t inspire threat at all. „Stop laughing at me while I’m filming.”

And because you have always tried to be a devoted friend of him, an innocent expression was all you could give back in response.

„You know I’m not complaining, but they might want to kill me otherwise.”

„I’m so sorry.” You started with a short giggle. „You all were so funny and so concentrated to get it right out there. Besides, it’s even funnier that you are supposed to reach some high notes of someone who is famous for them.”

„Oh, really? Well, just so you know, I handle it pretty damn well.” Said Ben while trying to dramatically push some stands of his blonde wig from near his right cheek away. Instead of doing that, he only managed to move the wig from its perfect place on his head.

„Now you should be careful with Roger Taylor’s hair.” You noted, stopping any of his movements. „Please.”

„Don’t you worry, darling.” He teased, slowly letting a grin take over his lips. Seconds later, someone called his name from somwhere back on set, maybe. „I gotta go, but let’s grab a coffee in the lunch break. I’ll have a whole hour.”

„Sure. Why not?”

„Stay away from the set, Y/N.” He smiled at you and stepped back. When he wasn’t in your sight anymore, you shook your head being amused and then tried to come up with something you could do to make time fly.

                                                              *

„I don’t really get why you prefer iced coffee over simple coffee. Coffee should be a hot beverage.” Sitting at a table at the cafe, you needed to answer to Ben’s foolsih question. And for the record, you weren’t planning on spending the hour he had with this kind of debate.

„Can you not?” You said, raising your eyebrows at him.

„I will never understand.” Ben continued. „So how comes that you were on set today? Was your boss in a good mood to give you a day off?”

„Well, he didn’t really give me a day off.” You trailed your own words. „I think I told him a little white lie.” You were working at a company in charge with planning different kind of events and most of your days at work were kind of full. It was either going from place to place, either making phone calls all day long. A little disturbing thing of yours was the fact that you were too dedicated in comparison with the rest of the employees and unfortunately for you, the boss had noticed. It became hard trying to find an excuse for a day off, even to explain why you were, for example, half an hour late. But you always work it out, one way or another.

„You lied to see me, as I hear.”

The guy in front of you surely knew how to turn things in his favor. Bad for him that you were already used to that, so you knew how to trick the rules.

„Yeah, I told him that a close friend of mine is in the hospital for a knee surgery.”  You answered.

„Knee surgery? What kind of reason did you give him for that?”

„He fell off the bike.”

„Lame.”

„You should be grateful that I didn’t told him I was going to visit Ben Hardy on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody, not that he would’ve known you.” You shot back, taking a sip from your iced coffee.

„We all are Queen fans, Y/N, it would’ve been a thing, trust me.” Of course he wasn’t going to drop it because he’s such a proud winner. At least he acts like one.

„Okay, okay. Let’s change the subject. How was your day before me coming in and ruining your opera moment?” He tasted his warm coffee as well while answering to your question.

„Awesome. We filmed some scenes in just one take, which was pretty intense. How’s Rockie?”

Rockie was your boyfriend since college and right now, Ben just wanted to keep the conversation going by asking about him. He’s never been his type of a person and Rockie glared at him whenever the three of you would hang out. Although he never said it, he is jealous of your friend. He thinks he spends too much time in your presence and doesn’t like when you two have inside jokes which seem too much for his understanding. This is the only thing that upsets you about Rockie. He can’t tell you with who you should hang out with and with who you shouldn’t. But being your boyfriend for almost four solid years was beautiful. When there’s just you and him, he’s gentle, reserved and loving. He looks after you and speaks very fondly of you to his relatives and friends. And maybe, maybe there is one more thing which keeps you settled.

„He’s fine, at work I suppose. For the record, he knows that I’m in my office right now and it should stay this way.” You looked right in Ben’s eyes after that sentence, but he seemed confused.

„Oh, so he’s still an asshole too.”

„Well, he tries not to.”

„He keeps on with being upset that we see each other from time to time and that makes him a big asshole in my eyes. We’re friends, Y/N. You should remind him that you’re pregnant with his baby, at least, if he magically forgot that.” Ben’s words were a bit harsh for your ears, but he didn’t totally mean it. You can see that in his eyes when he realizes how it sounded falling from his lips.

„No, no, I- … I didn’t want to say it that way.” The subject wasn’t that flexible and easy to reach, not that you wanted to reach it. Your pregnancy with Rockie happened, as uncomfortable as you were saying or even thinking about it, as an accident. And it did scare you at first, when you were panicking around about what were you supposed to do, but eventually, you calmed down. He was happy about it, your parents were kind of shocked when you told them, Ben was … Ben almost choked on his sandwich when you decided to tell him. He was the first one to find this out and you will never explain yourself to anyone who tries to rudely point this out. No one was really calm in the first place; you were undoubtedly frightened, you cried and cried and then ate a lot because of those cravings … It was crazy to accept this change in your life, but you had support. That was really important. Ben tried his best to keep you company when you were alone and comfort you about the insecurities you had and about that small bean inside of you. That’s how he called it. You are still young and things aren’t as perfect as they seem, but your final decision was to keep the baby. You couldn’t think of another option and your intention isn’t to hurt anyone. So you need to accept it and embrace it. You don’t know anything more yet, but you’ll do it. Because you know you’re not alone.

„Ben, it’s alright. You’re not rude to me.” Your voice wasn’t showing any hurt feelings or anything alike, so he shouldn’t be sorry. He’s just angry with Rockie being too possessive over you. And for the fact that he’s imagining things.

„It’s awful that you need to lie to him because he can’t simply understand.” Ben muttered, eyes glued on his coffee cup.

„I know. I guess he has to accept it, our friendship. I told him already that I’m not going to cut certain people out of my life for his love. I don’t want to fight with him. He has to be realistic.”

„Yes, exactly. Anyway, you can always count on me. Whenever you need it. For real, I’m here for you and I know that you’re going through a rough time …”

„Do not pity me, Ben, you know I hate it. I’m cool. I’ll be a cool mom.”

You should make that a badge, yeah, right.

„That’s for sure.” He smiled at you revealing his white teeth. „Hey, if you want, we are gathering at my place tonight. Rami, Joe, Gwilym, Lucy, they will be there. Would you want to come?”

„I’d like to, but I’m going out with Rockie. Sorry.”

„Don’t be sorry, it’s fine. Though we’ll be there if you change your mind. Or if he doesn’t see you sneak up.” You grinned when you heard his response. Continuing to drink your coffee, you though how much time did he have left.

„I have to be back in like, ten minutes. If you’re coming with me, promise me I will not see your face behind the cameras. I still have to pretend that I’m recording the most famous single of the 20th century. I won’t mess that up.” Nonsense, you knew he was actually begging you not to mock him or make fun of him. Hmm, you thought.

„Chill out, pretty face. You already rock.”

(It was based on that scene in the recording studio with Ben as Roger because that is my favorite scene in the movie.)

Hi everyone, I’m back again! (Hopefully, this time). It’s been a long time since I last updated this page of mine but well, I got distracted with school and other stuff and it was kinda hard for me to come back. But I’ve been around here, reblogging and hearting and all that. As you can see (and as you may be aware of), I’ve watched Bohemian Rhapsody, the Queen biopic and it was absolutely amazing! Then, I just noticed Ben Hardy playing Roger Taylor in the background and I guess you can understand the story from this point. I have to say that Queen fandom and you, Queenies (just correct me if I’m wrong) are absolutely beautiful people and you inspired me a lot on this. I want to find out more about you and keep discover you here on Tumblr. Thank you a lot for that, really. If you really wanted to read ‘till you got there, then you might wanna read until the end? Yeah, this is a Ben Hardy Imagine, I couldn’t stay still and not write one myself. And because I don’t mean to bore you more, I will say that I hope you enjoyed it. I’m looking forward for your opinions and thoughts about it because it’s not the only imagine of this kind. I’m really into Queen and Bohemian Rhapsody cast members right now and I’m excited to see how it will work for me. And for you, also, because you read it and your opinions are very important to me. 

How many times did you watched Bohemian Rhapsody in theaters? I’m just curious. I’ve watched it three times already. I can’t, it’s too good.

Okay, as you’ve seen in the beginning, I have a ‘Imagines’ section linked. You can take a look if you liked this one, I meant that multifandom part. *wink*

And in the eenndd, I would feel extremely flattered to receive requests from you if you’re willing to leave me one. Don’t hesitate, I consider it very cute! 

Part two of this? Almost definitely. 

Thank you guys so much for your attention. It means so much to me! I’m very, very excited to share stories and crazy stuff with you!!

xoxo, D.

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Let the Seasons Past || Soulmate!Junhui || Oneshot

GENRE: fluff, soulmate!au, childhood friends?, growing up and all its glory

WORDS: 1798

BLURB: We met in summer, loved in spring. Hurt in winter, so may autumn bring...

A/N: Wrote this in one seating and mildly inspired by my own experiences lol can you feel the /awkward/

You knew it was him from the moment you met.

It was the summer when you were both fifteen; shy and awkward, still growing out of your preteen years and into your teenage ones. He said hello and smiled, so bright and beautiful that your heart skipped and your stomach flipped. He wasn’t the first boy you had met but he was the first one to have such an effect on you and the only one who stuck around even when you turned him away.

“My name’s Junhui,” he introduced himself, voice deep and clear, sending something plunging, plunging into your stomach. It sat there, that unknown feeling, until it swirled into a mini whirlpool and turned you into a blushing mess. You didn’t seem to know what to do with your hands so you stuck them to your side.

“I’m Y/N,” you answered a little nervously but smiling so widely your cheeks ached. He was so beautiful with his dark hair and almond eyes and you were failing hard at being nonchalant. But it wasn’t just his looks. It was… The way he looked at you, really looked at you, asking questions and making you feel important and interesting in a way no other had cared to do before.

You two spoke less than ten sentences to each other that first time but it was a conversation that would last a lifetime. How easily it would all have slipped away if neither of you had taken the chance to say hello, and every day you were glad you did.

Even when, a year later, he told you he liked you when there was another by his side.

[Summer ‘12, 16 years old]

You were in the back of his truck, looking up at the stars ㅡ or what stars you could see with the intruding lights of the city spilling out from below. The air was chilly for summer but you were warm. You two lay head to head, cheeks almost brushing. You could probably kiss them if you turned.

“You know when we first met I used to come here and think a lot.” His breath hung in the air. “Think about you, think about us.”

“Us?”

“Us. You, me, together in a relationship.”

“W-what?” you tried hard to find a reasonable explanation for where this conversation was going but your gut was filling up with something bitter and you knew it was headed somwhere you weren’t going to like.

“I liked you, back then. I don’t anymore of course, I have Minjoo now. But I liked you, a lot, when we first met. And I always came up here and thought about what might be like.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You sat up suddenly.

He copied your action, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “What, did I say something wrong?”

“You liked me and didn’t tell me?”

“Yeah… Look its nothing I don’t like you anymore anyway, so we’re still cool.”

“No we’re not cool Junhui!” You felt like hitting something so you hit him.

“Hey, ow! What was that for?”

“Its not nothing Junhui because I liked you too!” Then you jumped out of the truck and sped-walked away.

As the distance grew between you two, so did the list of unspoken words.

I still do, you wanted to say ㅡ but didn’t.

Now look what a mess you’ve made, she’s terrible! ㅡ but you kept your mouth shut like every other time.

“We could have been beautiful.” ㅡ and this you sobbed to yourself, not loud enough for him to hear.

In the months that followed you found yourself sitting up in bed at night, recalling those moments. Maybe it was unfair of you ㅡ in a way, it had also been your fault. You could have said something first, but burnt into your mind was the image of him, pining, pining over this other person, so effortlessly beautiful and confident in ways that you weren’t. There had been little reason to think he returned your feelings and you didn’t want to ruin a good friendship. So you kept the former secret and lost the latter anyway.

That was the only time you doubted he was the one for you.

But in the way of most people, our hearts grow as we do. As a year passed and then two, you learnt that there is always room for love, even for those who have broken our hearts. There was no need to shut out something good over one mistake. So in the fall two years later, Junhui was back in your room, sprawled across your bed and pestering you to death.

[Autumn '14, 18 years old]

“Wow Y/N your room’s gotten smaller since I’ve last been here.”

“That’s cuz you grew 6 inches since the last time we met you idiot.” You went over and placed a hand on his head. “And it seems you’re still growing.”

“What, you have magical growth-sensing powers now?” he joked but didn’t ask you to remove your hand.

“Yes, I do,” you said matter-of-factly. “There’s a lot of new things about me that you don’t know about.”

“I’ve missed a lot since you stopped talking to me,” he murmured quietly. You went back to your study table and pretended to be busy.

“I called you over to study, not reminisce about the past,” you said, but the air had turned heavy and there was this overwhelming sadness of all that time lost between you two. It was silly of course; you were both only just eighteen ㅡ there was plenty of time left. But his absence from your life had left it hollow, a little like you had been missing an important limb, and you never wanted to feel that helpless again. You were planning on sticking around even when he was old and gray and you told him so.

“Even when I meet my soulmate and its not you?” His eyes were alight with mischief.

“Even then,” you nodded, “They’ll just have to deal with me.”

“I’m actually really okay with that.” Then Jun went back to his work with much more enthusiasm than before, grinning like a fool.

You didn’t tell him of course that he didn’t have to worry about the soulmate thing because you already knew. You just did.

So that was why in the winter between your 19th and 20th year of being alive, you told him about Wonwoo.

[Winter '16, 19 years old]

“You what!” he bellowed, beautiful blond hair sticking out in odd directions as he continuously ran a hand through them. Some time ago he figured he looked good in that colour and it stuck. (You agreed)

“I’m going on a date,” you repeated unfazed, looking through your closet, “With my boyfriend Wonwoo. Remember I told you about him?”

“I thought you were kidding!”

You looked back at Jun unimpressed.

“Really? Then where did you think I was every Friday night for the past two months?”

“I don’t know, being a sad loser studying at the library or something?”

You threw a shirt at him. “Thanks Jun. Now stop flailing around and help me pick out an outfit.”

He crossed his arms indignantly, pouting at you from his spot on the bed.

“No,” he declared.

“Fine, then you can leave my room.” He melted immediately at the sight of your commanding finger pointing him towards the door. He fell to his knees in front of you.

“Oh please please Y/N don’t go. You can’t leave me here alone, pleaseee.”

You rolled your eyes. “Grow up Junhui you don’t even live here!”

His pout deepend. “I will soon, one day.”

“What!” you laughed, poking his forehead. He had wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his chin against your tummy. Even at full height you were barely taller than him kneeling. He looked up seriously at you.

“I’m going to marry you one day Y/N, just you wait. Then we’ll live in this house together until we’re old.”

“You’re not going to get me a new house?”

That was not the answer Jun was expecting. His eyes widened immediately and he scrambled to his feet. “I-I would! I totally would if you wanted me too. Weㅡ We’ll live in the White House if only you asked.”

You just chuckled unclasping his arms from around your waist and went back to picking out your clothes.

“I’ll think about it,” you teased, entering the bathroom to change.

“Honestly Y/N, I’ll do anything, just don’t go on that date tonight!” he shouted from the other side of the bathroom door. You laughed loudly but inside your heart was running laps and your face felt warm.

You had him wrapped around your little finger but it didn’t matter because he had your heart, even if he didn’t know it yet.

“Come on Y/N!” he complained as you left the bathroom. “Don’t go!”

“Let me have my fun HuiHui. You had yours.” You laughed as his face coloured.

“I hate that name.”

“But you love me, right?” you teased coyly.

“I always have,” he said, and he wasn’t lying. When he was sixteen Jun might have thought he didn’t like you anymore but his heart knew better and continued to love you in that frustrating way hearts do ㅡ quietly and without our permission.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Jun-nie, I love you.” Then you grinned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Love you too,” he grumbled as he watched you get into the car with Wonwoo and kissed the other on the lips.

You went strong with Wonwoo for an entire year and in the mean time Jun found more hearts to break. It didn’t matter to you this time because you were older and wiser and knew with a certainty you didn’t have before ㅡ Jun held yours between his two palms but wouldn’t dare drop it.

You broke up with Wonwoo in January and spent the rest of the months leading up to June loving a certain Chinese boy with a similar name.

On your 21st birthday ㅡ the day everyone gets a tattoo that matches that of their soulmate’s ㅡ you were already standing next to yours. He leaned down to press his lips to yours and it felt like finally. Your mark was identical to Jun’s, which he had gotten just 24 hours earlier.

“Hello, soulmate,” he giggled, pressing another long kiss to your lips.

“Hello, idiot I’ve loved since I was fifteen,” you teased, lacing your fingers with his.

“So… Can we get married now?” he complained, “I’ve literally been asking you for the past six months.”

“Okay don’t freak, but I’ve already picked out the ring I want.”

Because you had known it was him from the start.

More soulmate stories: Seungcheol | Joshua | Soonyoung | Wonwoo | Mingyu | Seungkwan | Chan

[meddows-theblondebastard]

‘Galileo’ For The Win (’Galileo’ or Stop Laughing At Me While I’m Filming Part 2.) (Ben Hardy Imagine)

Also posted on d-double-trouble and AO3.

Warnings: None.

                                                    Imagines / Part 1

PLOT: You’re back at Ben’s door after a difficult night out with Rockie, your boyfriend and you can definitely see the difference.

(Credits to Nicole Partridge for the picture on Pinterest.)

It was after 10PM when you faced Ben’s apartment door. You were slightly tired, your phone was switched to ‚silent mode’ and you, yourself, had a bitter taste in your mouth. It would’ve been better if you had accepeted Ben’s offer from earlier this day. Your night out with Rockie was pretty terrible, to be honest. He liked to call it a date, but it didn’t feel like one at all. You two went to a restaurant near your house, a place you used to frequent before because you enormously enjoyed their food. Also, the place where you, Ben and Rockie hung out together for the first time. This time, Rockie acted so strange; he has questioned you, he looked at you and talked to you on a suspicious tone and he was all moody, like some particular thing really pissed him off. You couldn’t explain to yourself his behaviour, but it was certain that it ruined your night and bored you. What if Rockie found out you weren’t at work today and that you actually lied to him? No, he couldn’t have. You didn’t even spill something out, and it wasn’t a thing which should’ve worried you.

You don’t even care now.

After a few more seconds of thinking, you finally knock on the door. You can’t tell if someone’s approaching to open it, you can’t really define any sound inside the apartment. Holding your handbag over your shoulder and biting your lip, you see someone now looking at you through the opened door. It was nice to see that soft, blonde hair again.

„Oh.” He started. „It isn’t that late for you to be here, Y/N.”

„Hi.” You welcomed slowly. „So can I come in?” An answer to your question wasn’t needed, he just got out of your way and let you in without any comment. After he closed the door, his attention was all yours.

„Your night with Rockie?”

„I don’t really want to talk about this right now. I am tired and a bit angry.” You answered him. Your voice was calm, though. You were keeping your tone clean.

„Okay, sure. Everyone is in the living room, come with me. They’ll be very happy to see you.” Ben said, nodding. You let him walk in front of you while you followed him from behind. As you were approaching the living room, the voices you were hearing became more and more proeminent. Lucy’s one was subtle and cute as always while those deep masculine tones almost managed to cover it all.

Once they saw you, they stopped talking instantly. On each of their faces appeared a wide smile and they all greeted you.

„Y/N, it’s so nice to see you!” Gwilym said, but before you could start to talk, someone wrapped their arms around your waist. The sweet smell of her hair made you smile.

„Y/N!” Lucy was obviously excited to see you. You tried not to look too tensed and murmured a ,hello’ to each one of them. Then, you waved. When Lucy’s hand dragged you where she was sitting, on the couch, you had the chance to hi5 with each of the boys. They had beer bottles in their hands. Lucy had a glass full of juice, you assmued, with a straw in it.

„Lemonade, juice … And, well, I think beer is out of the discussion.” Ben suggested.

„Lemonade would be fine.” And then the boy went straight to the kitchen.

„I heard that you cannot come tonight.” The blonde girl beside you said.

„’Turns out I’m here, right?”

„You visited us today, but I didn’t get to see you.” Joe joined the conversation.”And you stole Ben in the lunch break.” He added. You smiled at him.

„It wasn’t like that.”

„It’s okay, Y/N, you don’t need to lie. Ben is not restricted to see other girls. I’m quite understanding.”

„Did I hear my name somwhere around here?” The one you were talking about had just came back with a glass in his hand. He came and handed it to you. You thanked him.

”Just Joe and his protection over you.” You said, looking at Joe with an amused expression. He winked.

„How lovely.” Ben replied while going to the place where the armchair Joe was sitting on was. „Not in front of her, please.” He begged.

This was clearly a thing for them. Joe and Ben became very friendly with each other quickly while working together on set. They had inside jokes, some of them which seemed strange for you and sometimes even making you a little jealous. All in all, it was funny to be around them and see them interacting like that. It’s a good thing they get along, especially for the bond they need to have in the movie. The others, Rami, Gwilym and Lucy were enjoying each other’s company just the same, they know how to get close to you and make you laugh, especially when they’re all together. It’s been barely three months since you met them for the first time and it has already felt like they have been your friends for years. Rami has an intelligence which makes you feel like a child when you talk to him, Joe is literally Joey Tribbiani from Friends, Gwilym acts just like a father in front of you all, not to mention how tall he is. He’s cute and knows how to play with words, always been around to make conversation with you about everything he would’ve noticed you are into. And Lucy … Lucy is a total sweetheart, always supporting, funny, a little clumsy, gentle, beautiful and incredibly good at giving advice. She helped you so much in three months with your questions about pregnancy, your messed up thoughts and with those shitty days you’ve had when everything seemed so upside down for no reason. She’s got a little obsession for dessert too and that brings you two even closer to each other. It is very exciting to be around them. Truly.

And Ben seems to be over the moon to know such persons. To see him so determinated, hard-working and eager for what future can bring him is a pleasure. He becomes more and more free around people, with you he behaves wonderfully, he makes you laugh and cheers you up everytime he has the opportunity. Being an actor fits him like a glove, it makes him glow and you can glow with him too.

You don’t realize how time passes when you, Lucy, Ben, Rami, Gwilym and Joe start talking. They continue to discuss about the upcoming scenes that need to be filmed over the next few days, debates about the movie’s relase date, future events and interviews, days off and free time and eventually, you feel the need to rest your head on Lucy’s shoulder. The glass of lemonade is still in your lap, but you don’t pay attention to it while your eyelinds become heavy enough to make your eyes close. You didn’t want to abandon the conversation with your friends, but you simply couldn’t help the fact that you were tired. This day has tired you and Rockie hasn’t helped you too much either. Sleep takes hold of you. The voices of your friends are losing intensity and you’re so comfortable.

After a good period of time when no sound is coming from your mouth, Ben finally notices that you have fallen asleep. With the eyes of the others watching his movements, he gets up from next to Rami and gets to you. His arms wrap around your waist and soon, he’s carrying you to his bedroom. It’s so hard to feel him moving, you sleep peacefully, only shifting when feeling a soft surface beneath you. Before returning to the living room, Ben looks at you once again and at the way your mouth is slightly parted whenever you’re sleeping. Smiling for himself, he turns off the lamp on the nightstand and leaves the door cracked behind him.

                                                             *

When you suddenly wake up it’s 3AM in the morning. That’s what your phone’s clock is saying when the light of the homescreen blinds you. Leaving it on the bed, you get up trying not to lose your balance due to fatigue and reach for the doorknob only to realize that the door is actually open. The hallway is very quiet to the living room and you can’t hear a voice while walking. In the living room, Ben is ready to lie down on the couch, with the TV on.

„Ben?”  You murmur, rubbing both of your eyes.

„What are you doing, Y/N? Go back to sleep.”

„They’re gone already?” You asked, trying to find Lucy or Joe or Rami anywhere around. Instead, the room seemed dark and empty. Ben saw the confusion on your face so he made you understand.

„It’s late. Joe was the last one to leave, but yeah. They went home.”

„I fell asleep early, but I was tired.”

„I know. I saw it. Are you okay?” He asked, as if he was unsure of your situation. You didn’t really understand what he was referring to but you wanted to make him understand as well.

„Yeah, of course I am.”

„What happened tonight?” You didn’t move from your place. He, on the other hand, got closer until he was almost next to you. Rockie returned to your mind like a boulder, but you were lucky that your nerves  were eased by now.

„You mean about me and Rockie? He is just … We went out and he was suspicious all the time. I felt him being tensed while he was talking to me. Almost angry, I can say. I don’t know, it was very upsetting . I couldn’t wait to come back home after that, so when we did, I waited for him to fall asleep and then here I was. That’s what happened.”

„Uh …” Was all Ben could say about what he heard. You knew that he didn’t want to comment about your relationship or get too annoyed at Rockie because he cared about what you could’ve thought.  He wasn’t always able to control his reactions, he was aware of how stupid Rockie could’ve been sometimes.

„He starts to get on my nerves very quickly with this phases of his. He manages to get me tired all the damn time.” You confessed while your friend could only nod in agreement. „Ben, I know what you think even if you don’t prefer to talk.”

„That’s good because I won’t say it. You’re right, it’s annoying, but as you said today at the cafe, he has to understand.”

„Faster if possible.”

„Don’t ruin your rest with this now. Go back and sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay? I’m gonna make sure to wake you up with the smell of coffee.” And he was right. You didn’t have to think about your childish boyfriend everytime you got into some kind of fight with him. And the most important, not now. Maybe he has to think about his behaviour too, if it isn’t too much to handle.

„You’ll sleep on the couch?” Only you could thing about somethink like that in this moment.

„Don’t worry about it.”

„I honestly don’t get how can you handle all my drama.” You were a little ashamed of Ben and of how many times he had to witness your life turning into a soap opera. Good for you, he never thinked like that about you and will never be able to. As long as he could help, it was more than fine for him. And unlike Rockie, he really knew you.

„I wish you a good night. Now go back to bed!” He even gestured you back to the hallway. You lifted your hands up in defense and turned around to go back to the bedroom. All the while, you wore a sheepish smile on your face.

You were lying on your back, half-asleep when a strong, kind of sweet smell awoken all of your senses. You stretched your arms in the air and you blinked several times to get used to the image in front of your eyes. You took a deep breath and sealed your lips, which were parted because of your weird habit. Getting up, you got scared when you saw Ben just by the edge of the bed holding a cup of coffee in one of his hands.

„I hope not to find saliva on my pillow.”

„Aw, good morning to you too.” You cooed at him, not even taking in consideration his comment.

„As I promised …” He said, giving you the cup of coffee. „I had to let it cool down, as you prefer iced coffee.” Hearing him saying those words was funny and beautiful in the same time. A nice thing to wake up to.

„An observer. Sweet.” Your voice was definitely not normal in the morning. The sound of it almost made you cringe. However, you took a sip from your coffee.

„I’ll be back in the kitchen. My coffee is there.” Not long after he was out of the room, you took another sip from the cup and placed it on the nightstand near the bed. You searched for your phone on the mattress and when you found it, the first intention was to unlock it.

Oh no.

20 calls and 10 messages from Rockie were popping on the homescreen and you knew you were terrified and screwed. You bit your lip, not really feeling the guilt while you got up from the bed, following Ben in the kitchen. On the window, you could see the sun and the clear, blue sky. It seems like an amazing day. You certainly don’t want to ruin it with anything from an ugly text to an annoying boyfriend.

„I’m in so much trouble.” You said once you were facing Ben. He stood in front of the kitchen counter holding a white mug in his right hand. He didn’t seem to understand, that until you handed him your phone. He reluctantly took it, starting to tap the screen, probably scrolling through messages. Suddenly, you felt like this was all your fault.

„Your phone is on silent mode.”

„I did that last night, right after I left my house.”

„You know, it’s not such a big deal.”

„It is. But I didn’t want to talk to him. I was angry. And I can still be angry if I fully read those texts.”

„You know he exaggerates. You two need to talk, and that before you get to call him a loser.”

„Ben - …”

„Sorry.”

„No, in fact, he acts like a loser.”

Ben approached you and gave your phone back. You put it in the back pocket of your right now too-tight jeans and crossed your arms to your chest.

„I will clarify the situation, but I will not feel compelled to explain him anything more than it’s needed. Nothing happened and that’s all.”

„I’ll say something.” He kind of warned. „If you were my girlfriend, I certainly wouldn’t mind if I realized you’re spending more time with Joe than with me. Sincerely. It would’ve seemed funny to me.”

„We’re friends, that’s why you’re saying this right now.” Ben is used to always find an explanation, no matter how pointless it is.

„Not really. I trust you enough on that part.” He said back.

„Ben, you need to tell those things to somebody.” You started, feeling so fond of him all of a sudden. He was too sweet for this hour, this situation and even too sweet for a person like you. „Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate you so much for everything, but there should be someone out there only for you who really needs you. More than I do. You totally deserve it.” The corners of his mouth curled when he heard what you’ve just said. He hestiated for a start, but then he came straight to you and dragged your whole body into o bear-alike hug. You were a bit surprised, but you’d never think of rejecting him or his pretty, sudden reactions. „Why isn’t there any lucky girl by your side?” Your words were muffled by your face being stuck in the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. Which, by the way, smelled like a candy shop for an unknown reason.

„’You mean you don’t feel lucky enough?” He looked at you from above, his eyes teasing a palyful exchange of expressions. „How can you ask me about a potential girlfriend while you’re being tucked up in my arms in this moment?

„Don’t do that. You should look for someone permanent.”

„Well, I happen to know that you’ll be giving birth in five months from now and unfortunately, I’m not in need of a grilfriend for the time being. I have to take care of someone, have you forgotten?”

„Stay right where you are, dear, I’m all good.”

„Anyway, if you’re still in doubts about the small bean’s name, I can help.” He suggested. Crazy how he manages to change topics.

„I’m still curious to hear them.” But after saying this sentence, you stopped in your tracks. „You’re definitely not going to call him Galileo.”

„Hey, but it is a smart ass name and how the hell did you know I was thinking about it?” He laughed and eventually broke your hug.

„You know, it was on your face.” It was actually, but another creepy detail about you was the fact that you could guess your friend’s next words, in some situations like this one, for example. Especially when he’s excited about something.

„And what if I would’ve said Patrick?”

„My baby’s name will never, ever be Patrick. This is a fact.”

„You’re mean.”

„And you’re terrible at picking names. But actually, you can, if you want, of course, do something for me.”

„Speak.”

„I’d fancy a ‚cool mom’ badge.”

„Oh, I know.”

It was a better idea to stay here with Ben and drink your coffees together rather than trying to get something good out of your relationship with Rockie. In fact, it wasn’t a thing to abandon speaking with him, just not a thing to do now. It could’ve sound selfish, but Ben was firmly a better companion.

„So you want to do that.”

[meddows-theblondebastard]

“Galileo” or Stop Laughing At Me While I’m Filming (Ben Hardy Imagine)

Also posted on d-double-trouble and AO3. 

Warnings: Should I say none or should I say that things will get serious by the end of this? 

                                                Imagines / Part 2

PLOT: Your friend, Ben is hilarious while filming for Bohemian Rhapsody movie and that makes both of you distracted. (+)

(Credits to Alena Abbazova for the picture on Pinterest.)

It was literally too hard to abstain your smile when you visited Ben on set. Everyone around was simply so nice to you, Ben’s new friends were hilarious and to have the chance to see him being completely transformed into the one and only Roger Taylor from Queen was beyond words as an experience and above all of that, the role fitted him so well. You would’ve skipped days at work for those kind of opportunities, which weren’t so common, but somehow, Ben had managed to invite you here to spend some time together. Bohemian Rhapsody was the best thing that has ever happened to him in a long time. I mean, yeah, he was an incredible actor and you knew it very well, but for him to be part of such an important project with such dedicated cast and crew meant very much. The world, actually. You could see the excitement in him from miles away and the way he talked about every detail, the way he would call you everytime to tell you about how his day went, recreate moments and jokes made by his mates and how he would ask you to come and see with your own eyes how amazing is to do that day by day … You were so glad for him. Glad that he was having a great time and for the fact that he was living his best dreams of all. You’ve been lucky enough to be among his old friends from home, he is a special person for you because it’s been a long time since you’ve known each other. Right before graduation, when he had just started to go to University, you were there even when he got the role of Peter Beale in Eastenders. He certainly worked hard to become what he is today, even though he thinks he still has a lot more things to learn in order to feel like a real actor. To be honest, he is sometimes too insecure to admit that he ended up where he is now because he liked acting and being involved with people on the stage. He just had this passion and went on with it until it became something to be proud about.

At least, you felt very proud of him.

„Galileo, Galileo … Galileo, Figaroo!” In an attempt to muffle your laughter when you watched Ben trying to imitate Roger’s falsettos while the scene where the boys were supposedly recording Bohemian Rhapsody was being filmed, you held your palm just over your mouth. You discovered that it is almost impossible to hold back some giggles when you see him acting in this part. The script is good, no doubt, it’s just the blond haired here, and his profound skills.

„Higher.” Gestured Joe who was playing John Deacon.

„Jesus, how many more Galileo’s do you want??” Ben bursted, deep into his role. Even so, you couldn’t stop laughing … Or half-choking-half-laughing. You knew he shouldn’t have seen you, but that was hard enough when you were behind the cameras at a decent distance from the director. Every person from the edge of the filming area was watching carefully and entertained except from you. And like it was written in the stars, Ben cought your action and the look on your face. Surely, your face was red with amusement and that was the thing that made him shot you a grin and then let out an innocent laugh. The next thing you knew was the director yelling a ‚cut’.

„Was that in the script?” The question followed. Immediately after that, you moved away from set, it was your fault for that  and you didn’t want to be observed. Walking quickly past some other people responsable with the costumes and sound you ended up at a table filled with snacks brought by everyone. You grabbed a salty biscuit and ate it nervously. Some moments went by and Ben didn’t seem to be around so you tried to turn around and go back to where you were standing. Insteand of doing that, you were taken aback by his own figure which was now right behind you. He smirked in your face. Okay, so you didn’t cause that much of a trouble.

„Y/N.” He said, with a voice which didn’t inspire threat at all. „Stop laughing at me while I’m filming.”

And because you have always tried to be a devoted friend of him, an innocent expression was all you could give back in response.

„You know I’m not complaining, but they might want to kill me otherwise.”

„I’m so sorry.” You started with a short giggle. „You all were so funny and so concentrated to get it right out there. Besides, it’s even funnier that you are supposed to reach some high notes of someone who is famous for them.”

„Oh, really? Well, just so you know, I handle it pretty damn well.” Said Ben while trying to dramatically push some stands of his blonde wig from near his right cheek away. Instead of doing that, he only managed to move the wig from its perfect place on his head.

„Now you should be careful with Roger Taylor’s hair.” You noted, stopping any of his movements. „Please.”

„Don’t you worry, darling.” He teased, slowly letting a grin take over his lips. Seconds later, someone called his name from somwhere back on set, maybe. „I gotta go, but let’s grab a coffee in the lunch break. I’ll have a whole hour.”

„Sure. Why not?”

„Stay away from the set, Y/N.” He smiled at you and stepped back. When he wasn’t in your sight anymore, you shook your head being amused and then tried to come up with something you could do to make time fly.

                                                             *

„I don’t really get why you prefer iced coffee over simple coffee. Coffee should be a hot beverage.” Sitting at a table at the cafe, you needed to answer to Ben’s foolsih question. And for the record, you weren’t planning on spending the hour he had with this kind of debate.

„Can you not?” You said, raising your eyebrows at him.

„I will never understand.” Ben continued. „So how comes that you were on set today? Was your boss in a good mood to give you a day off?”

„Well, he didn’t really give me a day off.” You trailed your own words. „I think I told him a little white lie.” You were working at a company in charge with planning different kind of events and most of your days at work were kind of full. It was either going from place to place, either making phone calls all day long. A little disturbing thing of yours was the fact that you were too dedicated in comparison with the rest of the employees and unfortunately for you, the boss had noticed. It became hard trying to find an excuse for a day off, even to explain why you were, for example, half an hour late. But you always work it out, one way or another.

„You lied to see me, as I hear.”

The guy in front of you surely knew how to turn things in his favor. Bad for him that you were already used to that, so you knew how to trick the rules.

„Yeah, I told him that a close friend of mine is in the hospital for a knee surgery.”  You answered.

„Knee surgery? What kind of reason did you give him for that?”

„He fell off the bike.”

„Lame.”

„You should be grateful that I didn’t told him I was going to visit Ben Hardy on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody, not that he would’ve known you.” You shot back, taking a sip from your iced coffee.

„We all are Queen fans, Y/N, it would’ve been a thing, trust me.” Of course he wasn’t going to drop it because he’s such a proud winner. At least he acts like one.

„Okay, okay. Let’s change the subject. How was your day before me coming in and ruining your opera moment?” He tasted his warm coffee as well while answering to your question.

„Awesome. We filmed some scenes in just one take, which was pretty intense. How’s Rockie?”

Rockie was your boyfriend since college and right now, Ben just wanted to keep the conversation going by asking about him. He’s never been his type of a person and Rockie glared at him whenever the three of you would hang out. Although he never said it, he is jealous of your friend. He thinks he spends too much time in your presence and doesn’t like when you two have inside jokes which seem too much for his understanding. This is the only thing that upsets you about Rockie. He can’t tell you with who you should hang out with and with who you shouldn’t. But being your boyfriend for almost four solid years was beautiful. When there’s just you and him, he’s gentle, reserved and loving. He looks after you and speaks very fondly of you to his relatives and friends. And maybe, maybe there is one more thing which keeps you settled.

„He’s fine, at work I suppose. For the record, he knows that I’m in my office right now and it should stay this way.” You looked right in Ben’s eyes after that sentence, but he seemed confused.

„Oh, so he’s still an asshole too.”

„Well, he tries not to.”

„He keeps on with being upset that we see each other from time to time and that makes him a big asshole in my eyes. We’re friends, Y/N. You should remind him that you’re pregnant with his baby, at least, if he magically forgot that.” Ben’s words were a bit harsh for your ears, but he didn’t totally mean it. You can see that in his eyes when he realizes how it sounded falling from his lips.

„No, no, I- … I didn’t want to say it that way.” The subject wasn’t that flexible and easy to reach, not that you wanted to reach it. Your pregnancy with Rockie happened, as uncomfortable as you were saying or even thinking about it, as an accident. And it did scare you at first, when you were panicking around about what were you supposed to do, but eventually, you calmed down. He was happy about it, your parents were kind of shocked when you told them, Ben was … Ben almost choked on his sandwich when you decided to tell him. He was the first one to find this out and you will never explain yourself to anyone who tries to rudely point this out. No one was really calm in the first place; you were undoubtedly frightened, you cried and cried and then ate a lot because of those cravings … It was crazy to accept this change in your life, but you had support. That was really important. Ben tried his best to keep you company when you were alone and comfort you about the insecurities you had and about that small bean inside of you. That’s how he called it. You are still young and things aren’t as perfect as they seem, but your final decision was to keep the baby. You couldn’t think of another option and your intention isn’t to hurt anyone. So you need to accept it and embrace it. You don’t know anything more yet, but you’ll do it. Because you know you’re not alone.

„Ben, it’s alright. You’re not rude to me.” Your voice wasn’t showing any hurt feelings or anything alike, so he shouldn’t be sorry. He’s just angry with Rockie being too possessive over you. And for the fact that he’s imagining things.

„It’s awful that you need to lie to him because he can’t simply understand.” Ben muttered, eyes glued on his coffee cup.

„I know. I guess he has to accept it, our friendship. I told him already that I’m not going to cut certain people out of my life for his love. I don’t want to fight with him. He has to be realistic.”

„Yes, exactly. Anyway, you can always count on me. Whenever you need it. For real, I’m here for you and I know that you’re going through a rough time …”

„Do not pity me, Ben, you know I hate it. I’m cool. I’ll be a cool mom.”

You should make that a badge, yeah, right.

„That’s for sure.” He smiled at you revealing his white teeth. „Hey, if you want, we are gathering at my place tonight. Rami, Joe, Gwilym, Lucy, they will be there. Would you want to come?”

„I’d like to, but I’m going out with Rockie. Sorry.”

„Don’t be sorry, it’s fine. Though we’ll be there if you change your mind. Or if he doesn’t see you sneak up.” You grinned when you heard his response. Continuing to drink your coffee, you though how much time did he have left.

„I have to be back in like, ten minutes. If you’re coming with me, promise me I will not see your face behind the cameras. I still have to pretend that I’m recording the most famous single of the 20th century. I won’t mess that up.” Nonsense, you knew he was actually begging you not to mock him or make fun of him. Hmm, you thought.

„Chill out, pretty face. You already rock.”