#bhorhap fanfic

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An Afternoon Sunday

Roger Taylor x Reader

Words: 1,723

Warnings: mentions of sex, making out, and fluff

Summary: You and your boyfriend are having a lazy Sunday together and you discover that he has written a song while you were in the shower.  

Note: This fic is based around Roger’s song Drowse and was inspired by the picture shown here (listen to Drowse as he starts to sing it)

You step outside of the bathroom door and hear a soft voice humming a tune you have never heard before. Your face breaks into a small smile as you realize that your boyfriend must be writing again. The hallway is far colder than the bathroom that you had fogged up from your shower. You shiver as you tiptoe in nothing but short shorts and one of Roger’s t-shirts. Which is the perfect length to cover your legs at the bottom of your shorts, so it appears as though you aren’t wearing bottoms at all.

It had been a quiet day, just you and Roger lazing around the house with nothing important to do on a perfect Sunday. It was now in the late hours of the afternoon, and as it was winter, the sun was beginning to set. You had been freezing, although refusing to put on pants instead of your comfy shorts, and hanging off of Roger all day for his body heat. He gave off more than enough for the both of you. But even after taking a long hot shower, the cold air still bothered you.

You walk into the bedroom you shared with Roger quietly so you wouldn’t distract him. He doesn’t notice because he’s too interested in what he’s writing down on a sheet of paper. You lean against the doorframe to watch him while he works. He’s wearing a black jacket that is open to expose his bare chest, with a silver necklace wrapped around his neck. The lower half of his body covered in blankets. Sitting lopsided on top of his head is a wig that looks like it belongs in a circus. You almost burst out laughing but stop yourself because you don’t want to disturb him. He then stops writing to pick up a white mug for a sip of tea.

“Are you just gonna stand there all day?” He looks up from the mug and smirks at you, his doe eyes taking you in.

“You mean all night? When’s the last time you looked outside, Rog, it’s nearly dark?”   

“I guess I’ve been too busy writing this song.” He puts the mug back on the nightstand and gestures to the papers spread out on the covers.

“Can I see?” You climb up onto the bed and slowly make your way towards him, crawling on your hands and knees. You sink down low to kiss his exposed stomach and slowly kiss your way up his body. You forget the papers completely and situate yourself in his lap, straddling his legs between yours. He leans closer to your face as if he’s going to kiss you.

“If you're a good girl, and you get off my papers, I’ll let you read it.”

You burst out laughing in his face and he draws back looking confused. Which only makes you laugh harder, and you fall sideways onto the bed.

“I’m sorry...did I say something funny?”

“No, it’s just-” you can’t stop yourself from laughing. “I just can’t take you seriously in that wig.” His eyes drift up to the top of his head where the wig is. You sit back up to straddle his lap again and reach towards the ugly thing. He doesn’t hesitate when you take it off and plop it on the ground next to the bed.

“There’s my pretty boy.” You lean forward to press a light kiss on his nose, he hums softly and lets his eyes droop half shut. You take the opportunity to peck at his closed lips, till he opens his mouth to let you in. You move in closer and put your hands on his burning chest. You slide your hands up to curl around his neck and then down his back under the little black thing he’s wearing. He winces from the feeling of your cold hands on his tender skin but you’re reassured as you feel him grow hard underneath you. He slides a hand under your shirt to touch your stomach, and you let out a slow moan as he trails his warm fingers up your body. He makes his way up to your chest and starts to massage your breast while deepening the kiss. You reach under your shirt to grab his hand and pull it away, intertwining his fingers with yours. You pull from the kiss with a wet smack and use your other hand to wipe the spit from your lips.

“Not tonight, love.” You whisper against his lips and he lets out a small whine. “I wanna hear your song.” You knew this would leave him utterly helpless and drooling for you, and that’s exactly what you wanted. Besides, you loved the feeling of his semi-hard cock pressing against you as he spooned you to sleep.

“Well, it’s a bit of a work in progress.” He clears his throat a little and shifts in his seat as you climb over him to your side of the bed. He noticeably rearranges the blankets in his lap to hide his erection and you chuckle. You grab one of the papers and move under the covers, grabbing his hand again and nuzzling into him for warmth.

“I don’t mind. I wanna see what you’ve got so far.” You hand him the paper and he takes it hesitantly.

“I think you know how to read.” He drops the paper back in your lap and you gasp and hit his shoulder playfully.

“You little shit, I wanna hear you sing it!”

“Do I have to? I haven’t sung all day today, I probably sound like shit.”

“I don’t care what you sound like. I wanna hear my baby sing.” You shove the paper back into his hands and he sighs in defeat. You let go of his hand to shift further under the covers and to lay your head in his lap. Making sure to rub against his cock in a way that looks like your trying to adjust where your head sits. You wrap your cold arms around his bare legs under the sheets and hum in delight as you finally start to feel warm.

“Sing for me, pretty boy.” He starts clearing his throat and you close your eyes. He starts in a softer voice than usual and your eyes pop open in delight. Your heart swells as he sings quietly for you, and you don’t move again until he stops.

It’s the sad-eyed goodbye  

Yesterday’s moments I remember

It’s the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recall

It’s the mistier mists the hazier days

The brighter sun and the easier lays

There’s all the more reason for laughing and crying

When your younger and life isn’t too hard at all

“As I said, I’m working on it. I have more, but this is the most polished of it.” You remove your head from his lap and sit up to look at him.

“You wrote that today?”

“Yes?”

“While I was in the shower?”

“Well, yes…”

“Wow.” You say under your breath as you drown in the pools of his blue eyes.

“So, do you like it?”

“Do I like it? Roger, baby, it’s the best thing I’ve ever heard. Not just song-wise, it’s literally the best thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life!”

“You’re just saying that.” He looked away from you shyly.

“Roger look at me,” You cup the side of his smooth face in your hand and turn him towards you. “I loved it, Rog. And the guys are gonna love it too.”

“Do you think so?”He smiles dumbly and you giggle and give him a quick Eskimo kiss with your nose.

“I know it, Rog. Oh god, your voice is so beautiful, do you know that?” You practically squeal, and he regains his usual confidence to push you down on the bed. His body covers you like a warm blanket, and you can smell his cologne that’s mostly worn off by now.

“I love the way you look in my shirts, do you know that?” He starts to trail kisses up your neck while he grabs your hips with his smooth hands. You squirm under him and feel your face start to grow hot.

“What did I tell you?” You push him away so you can sit up again.

“I’m not gonna put out just because you sang me a song.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Oh, it’s alright baby, come here.” You pull his head towards your lips to press a long kiss into his hair. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you inhale the scent of his shampoo.

“I want to, but it’s more fun to wait till morning so I can see you suffer. You look too tired tonight anyway.” You whisper into his ear before nibbling at it. He squirms this time and you smile to yourself.

“I just want you to hold me while I fall asleep.” You say in a drowsy voice. You kiss his face lazily, first his cheeks, then making your way up to his forehead.

“Of course I can, love.” He says in an equally drawn out tone, you knew he was as tired as you were.

He lets go of you to gather up the misconstrued papers and set them next to his coffee mug. He then reaches over to turn out the lamplight. You can still see a bit in the darkness because of the open blinds letting in light from the street. You lay back down on your side and cover yourself completely in blankets, sighing from the relaxation. You hear Roger shift back under the covers to lie down behind you. He scoots closer to where you are and you feel his body heat before you feel his touch. He wraps his arms tight around you and slips his legs in between yours. You feel his still semi-hard cock against your lower back and you giggle as he nuzzles into your neck. He groans while stretching out his tense muscles, and you almost start to rethink your previous statement about not having sex. Even though you're not facing him you can smell him all around you, wrapped up in his warm cocoon. He starts humming the tune of his song against your neck, and you reach for his hand as you drift off to sleep.

This is for you: @bowiequeen

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I’m gonna be posting a Roger fic later today if any of you are interested.....

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Vegetarian Troubles

Brian May x Reader

Words: 3,957

Warnings: graphic vomiting/purging, mentions of sex

Summary: You and the rest of the band are getting ready for a celebratory dinner, and you are too impatient to wait for the food. You eat something you shouldn’t, and Brian nurses you to health when you get sick. 

Notes: this does have the reader making herself throw up so be careful

“So, what is Roger supposed to be cooking?”

“Some kind of chicken? I don’t know, something really basic. Oh,  and don’t worry, he picked out some tofu for you and Bri.” Freddie gave you wink and you smiled and rolled your eyes.

“Tofu? Why didn’t he just make more veggies?”

“It’s actually one Brian picked out. He went with us to make sure we didn’t get the wrong one.” Deacy chimed in. They had all gone out earlier to buy food because Roger wanted to cook in celebration of their first big gig after their first record had been released. They had all discouraged him from doing so but he got so bummed out and you felt sorry for him. So you suggested that they help Roger cook instead of him doing it alone.

“Brian left with you guys?” You asked questioningly.

“Yes, love I did,” Brian recalled as he walked into the dining room area of the apartment you and he shared. “You and Freddie were too busy painting each other’s nails to notice.” He bent down and kissed your forehead, and you lifted your head to smile up at him.

“This is very important work! You’ve got a great woman here Bri, she’s got a fantastic technique.” Freddie shoved his drying nails into Brian’s face and wiggled his fingers to show off your work.

“I know she does.” Brian said in a low voice next to your ear. A wave of chills ran down your spine as his hot breath blew on your neck. He  grinned and wandered off into the kitchen, leaving you there flustered.  

“So what’s so special about this tofu, Bri?”

“It’s supposed to look and taste like real chicken, I thought you would be interested in trying it. But you don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.” He was speaking to you from in the kitchen but you could hear the pout on his face.

“I’ll definitely have to try it, now that I know you picked it out. I just didn’t trust any kind of tofu Roger bought.”

“Hey, it was your idea for me to cook, y/n.” Roger’s raspy voice called out from the kitchen.

“No, Roger,  it was your idea. I just took pity on you.” You heard Deacy snort and you smiled at him from across the table.

“Is the food almost ready? I'm starving!” You knew Brian always got annoyed when people did that, and you felt like teasing him a bit.

“If you don’t shut your pretty little mouth, it's gonna be sent to bed without any dinner.”

“Can you guys not do this while we’re all here? I mean when we leave you can go at it but right now…”

“Oh, come on Freddie don’t be a hypocrite. You’re not exactly a prude in public.” You snapped back at him.

“Well at least I’ve never had sex in the studio...while we were trying to record a song for our album…”

“Are you calling out y/n and Brian, or Roger?” Deacy chuckled with a cheeky smile.

“We’ve never...not in the studio we haven’t-” Brian began to defend himself.

“Oh, come on we all heard you. Oh- oh god Brian. Oh yes, please, oh Brian!” Freddie began to mimic your moans in a dramatic high pitched tone.

“Oh, fuck y/n, oh you feel so good-” Roger called back, trying to imitate Brian’s groans.

“I know for a fact none of you heard anything because I had my hand over Brian’s mouth the whole time.” You said proudly, you knew Brian must’ve been completely red in the other room. You stood up out of your chair and started to walk towards the hallway..

“I’m going to the bathroom, losers.”

But that was just an excuse to get away. You loved them, a lot, but sometimes you needed to be alone. They had been hanging out at your apartment so much recently that you and Brian felt like you weren’t getting any along time together.  And you certainly weren’t getting any time to be by yourself either.

You went into the room that you shared with Brian and decided that you were going to change clothes. You had been wearing the same clothes all day and you wanted to put on something a little more comfortable for dinner. You slipped off your jeans, and then your shirt, and started searching for pajamas in the drawers of your dresser. They were a little less organized than you liked to admit, maybe that’s why you could only find your shorts mixed with some of Brian’s clothes. Neither of you had ever really claimed specific drawers. So you slipped on shorts and went to the closest to grab your favorite hoodie of Brian’s. It was a simple grey zip up but he had owned it for so long that it always smelled like him. You decided to read while you were still in a quiet area until dinner was ready. You really were quite impatient when it came to food.

You had only read one page and your eyes were starting to feel heavy. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to read while laying down under so many warm blankets. You continued to fight but you found yourself reading the same paragraph over and over again. You gave in and stuffed the bookmark in between the pages. Putting the book on your nightstand, you stretched over to Brian’s side of the bed and curled up with your face pressed against his pillow. You smiled sleepily to yourself and drew in a long breath that smelled of Brian. Your eyes began to shut involuntarily and you quickly lost consciousness.

When you woke up all you could smell was the food being cooked in the kitchen. You hummed happily and crawled out of bed, pulling each leg over the side of the bed one at a time. You lost your balance a bit when you stood up, and you trudged to the door, wincing at how cold the hardwood floors were on your feet. You reached for the drawer of your dresser that was nearest to you and you were relieved to find Brian’s fuzzy socks in the first one you looked in. You slipped them on while holding on to the side of the dresser, and then made your way to the bathroom.

“What happened in there, y/n? Did you fall asleep?” Roger was the only one there when you came out of the bathroom. He looked like he was setting the table.

“Oh, yes Roger, I’ve been sleeping in the bathroom for an hour and thirty minutes.”

“Ouch, what’s that tone for-”

“Is the food ready?”

“Actually it is, bloody hell all you care about is food. In fact, the tofu is right here on the table if you want some right now. Since you can’t seem to wait.”

“Oh back off Roger, I haven’t eaten anything all day.”

“Well that’s not my fault is it?”

“Is that really tofu.”

“Yeah, well Brian said it was anyway. I suppose you can trust him.” You rolled your eyes.

“Get over it Roger, I was only teasing you. Is that really tofu, It looks just like chicken?”

“Well it’s supposed to isn’t it?”

“I guess so...it smells just like chicken too.”

“They did their job well then.” Roger smiled at you and left to walk back into the kitchen. You grabbed a plate and put a piece of tofu on it. You used your fork to cut off a piece so you could inspect it, it sure didn’t smell like tofu. But you supposed that’s what was intended, so you popped it into your mouth. It really tasted like chicken, honestly, it was the best tofu you had ever eaten. You wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference between it and chicken if you had eaten it blindfolded. You ate another bite, and another until your plate was polished clean.

“How was your nap, darling?” Brian walked in carrying a dish of potatoes and various veggies. He sat them down on the table and you grabbed a carrot and took a bite out of it.

“Refreshing.” You said, your smile beaming up at him.

“I see you’ve stolen my hoodie again.” He said with a chuckle. “You might as well just keep it considering how often you wear it. Besides, I like the way it looks on you.”

“But then it wouldn’t smell like you anymore.” You pouted and he laughed again.

“The food smells amazing, is it all done?”

“Yeah, you can eat whatever you would like now. This tofu actually looks pretty appetizing, I’m glad I chose it.”

“Oh, it tastes even better.”

“You’ve already had some? How did I miss you going into the kitchen? Did you sneak around me?” He asks you while wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You reached your arms around the back of his head and started playing with his curls.

“No, Roger brought the tofu out here.”

“When? Where?” Looked down at the table.

“It’s right there, Bri. Right on the table. It’s to die for, it tastes just like chicken.” You try to move his head to face yours but you see his eyes go wide.

“Y/N?”

“Brian?” You mocked his serious tone.

“Have you already eaten some of that?”

“Yes...Brian, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?” He turned towards you with a worried look on his face.

“Y/N, the tofu is in the kitchen. That’s the actual chicken.”

“What? No, Roger just brought that in here, he told me it was the tofu.”

“Roger told you that was the tofu?” You nodded in confusion and he glanced towards the kitchen angrily. He moved his hands off of your hips and your arms fell, a cold feeling fell over your body where his once was.

“Roger Taylor please come in here.” Brian called out with a stern voice.

“What do you want Bri?” Roger didn’t come out of the kitchen but Brian didn’t seem to care all that much.

“What did you put on the table?”

“What?”

“What did you set on the table?” Brian said a little louder, and with a little less patience.

“Um, that was the tofu, I think. Why?”

“Roger, I told you the tofu was sitting next to the box it came in so you wouldn’t mix up the two.”

“Yeah I know, and it was sitting right next to the- Oh, you’re right Brian, that is the chicken. The box was sitting next to both of them so I must have gotten confused. I don’t know why you have to be so sore about it though!” Roger yelled back.  

“Idiot.” Brian turned back to you and gave you a sad look. “I’m sorry y/n, Rog, is a real smart one sometimes.”

“So that was chicken I ate?” He nodded reluctantly.

“Oh.”

“Did you eat all of it?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” He started to rub circles on your back but you started at the ground with a hopeless look on your face.

“I can’t believe how stupid he is. And he told you to eat it too.”

“It’s all right, Bri. It’s no big deal. I’m the stupid one, I thought it was tofu.”

“It is a big deal. I know I would be devastated if I were you.”

“I’m fine, Brian.”

“No, you’re not. I know you, and I know what that feels like. I accidentally ate chicken once, a few months ago at a restaurant. I ordered tofu, and they messed it up and brought me chicken. Remember that, I got really sick?”

“I don’t think I’m gonna get sick, I’ll be fine.”

“Well, you can’t control it. And even if you don’t get physically ill I know you’ll still feel guilty about having eaten meat.” You said nothing but he pulled you in for a hug, and you melted into him. You rested your hands on his chest and nuzzled into his neck, he always knew how to comfort you. You were a little upset because you hadn’t eaten meat in years, but you were determined to not let this ruin your night. It was silly anyway. It was an honest mistake, no big deal. It’s not like you had chosen to eat it.

“What’s going on in here?” Roger had come in to set glasses around the table.

“You fed my girlfriend meat, Rog, that’s what’s going on.”

“Is that a sexual innuendo?” Freddie quickly stepped out of the kitchen door.

“Not now Freddie.” Brian was staring daggers into Roger’s eyes and it was only then that Roger dropped the confused look on his face. He looked to you in horror.

“Oh, fuck, y/n I’m so sorry. I really thought that was the tofu. Believe me, if I knew it was the chicken I wouldn’t have-”

“It’s okay Roger. I know you wouldn’t do that to me. It was an honest mistake, it could happen to anyone.” You gave him a forced smile in an attempt to reassure him.

“I feel like shit about it though, I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, you should be.” Brian said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Don’t give him any more shit Brian, he made it was an accident. Can we just try to have a nice dinner?” You looked up at him with saddened doe eyes and his face visibly softened. You grabbed his hand and started rubbing circles with your thumb, he sighed and gave in.

“Finish setting up the table will you, Rog?”

“Yeah, of course.” He sprang up and rushed into the kitchen. It was then that Deacy finally walked in.

“What did I miss?”

You had a fairly decent time after the table was finally made and everyone sat down to eat. Freddie began to talk about anything and everything to lighten up the tension in the air, and you encouraged him to do so. Eventually, you were all smiling and eating, you with only the veggies on your plate. You couldn’t even bear to look at the tofu. Brian noticed this and he repeatedly gave you concerned looks and whispered in your ear if you were feeling okay. You just nodded and said you weren’t that hungry anyway, which he knew wasn't true. You had a horrible feeling in your stomach that grew as the dinner went on. You tried to cover it up with laughter and forget it was there but when you stopped talking you realized how sick you felt. Not physically, but mentally, as Brian had said earlier. It was this horrible feeling of guilt and disgust that you tried to push down and reason with, but it just kept resurfacing. Getting worse every time it came back. Once everyone was done eating and Roger had left to get the dessert out, you began to feel sick at your stomach. All of a sudden a wave of nausea hit you, and you gripped your stomach in pain. Brian sensed this and he gave you a look to ask if you were okay. You only gave him a pained smile, which didn’t make him feel better at all. At this point, you were turned off from food completely and you refused the piece of pie that Roger had offered you, even though he knew it was your favorite.

“Baby, are you sure you’re okay?” Brian whispered into your ear, he sounded panicked and his eyes were filled with worry.

“I’m fine.” You were rubbing your stomach in slow circles. He understood how stubborn you were so he only took your free hand and held it in his.

With each breath that you took in, you could feel that you needed to vomit. The nauseous feeling wasn’t going away and you felt dizzy as it swept over your body. You felt heavy and time started to slow down as the only thing you could think of was how horrible you felt. You wanted to cry as the feeling only got worse.        

“Bri?”

“Mmmmh.” He managed through a mouth full of pie.

“I need to throw up.”

“Are you okay? Do you feel all right.” He stood up and started to make a fuss, which got everyone’s attention.

“No. I feel like I need to hurl but nothings happening. I’m gonna go make myself throw up.” You said very slowly, you felt the weight of every word from your mouth. You struggled to stand up from your chair and winced in pain when you finally stood up.

“Y/N wait.” He grabbed your wrist to keep you from walking away. “I’m coming with you.”

“Brian, trust me. You do not want to see me like this.”

“I don’t care what you look like, y/n, I’m not leaving you alone when you’re in pain. Come on.” He wrapped one arm around your waist and carefully walked you toward the bathroom. You had no energy to protest.

Once you were in the bathroom Brian let go of you so you could walk to the toilet. He turned off the harsh fluorescent lights and so only the dim ones were on. You walked over to the toilet and sat down to relieve some of the pain in your stomach. You have always dreaded vomiting. You started shaking a bit as you lifted the toilet seat. Brian made his way over to where you were and he sat down behind you. Straddling you from behind by holding you in between his legs. He pulled your hair back, tenderly brushing his hands across sides of your head. He moved the hair that he gathered aside and pressed a kiss to your neck. You leaned over the exposed toilet bowl more and brought two fingers to your mouth. You started to shake uncontrollably as you slipped them into your mouth, and you felt a hot tear roll down your face.

“It’s all right, love.” Brian kissed your cheek where the tear had been and curled his hand into your free one. You pulled it into a death grip and stuck your fingers to the back of your tongue. You gag immediately but nothing happened. You groaned in pain, and Brian kissed your shoulder. You tried it again and this time it felt worse, but it wasn’t enough. You started visibly trembling and made whimpering sounds as more tears spill down your cheeks.

“You’re okay, baby. You can do this.” Brian rubbed slow circles on your stomach and you can felt his legs grip tighter onto you. You took a deep breath and stuck your fingers down your tongue. You retched, and this time you threw up. Brian pressed his head against your back and you felt like you couldn't breathe. It stopped for a second and you started to sob, gasping for breath until it came back and you couldn’t breathe again. It went on like this, you gasping for air and crying out loud sobs until you retched again.

“I’m right here, baby. I’m right here, you’re gonna be okay.” Brian continued to whisper softly in your ear while he rubbed your stomach.

“It’s alright baby, I love you so much. You’re gonna be okay”

You were barely able to comprehend what he had said because it had finally stopped. You realized that you could breathe and again and you start to cry harder. Brian pressed kisses to your head and moved gently in a back and forth motion to steady you. He was still whispering to you but you couldn’t understand anything because you were trying to focus on your breathing. You twisted around so your head was laying on his chest, and you felt his heart beating against your ear. You took deep slow breaths until you were completely silent, and your heart was no longer pounding in your chest. Brian held you in this position for a while until he kissed your forehead and moved you forward while supporting your back. He stood up and you almost start crying again from the loss of his comforting touch, but he reached down to gather you in his arms so he could carry you. He took you to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed, covering you in blankets.

“I’m going to make sure the others have left. And then I’m going to draw you a bath. But I’ll be back, darling.” He caresses your face before walking out, and you want him back instantly.

You drift off into the beginnings of sleep while he is away, but it is not long enough to fall asleep completely. You wake in his arms as he carries you back to the bathroom. The lights are completely off but you can still see from the candles that he has lit. He puts you down on your feet and starts to help you get undressed. You see him smile in the darkness as he unzips his hoodie on you, to see that you were wearing nothing underneath it. You slip your shorts and underwear off and he leads you to the bathtub, holding your hand to keep you steady as you climb in. You moan when you feel the warm water caress your skin. It relaxes your tense muscles and the lavender scent of the bubble soap makes you close your eyes as a sleepy feeling falls over you.

“You don’t want to fall asleep in the tub, you could drown.” You open your eyes to look at Brian as he walks back over with a rag. He sits down in front of the bathtub and sinks the rag into the warm water. He takes the soapy rag and starts washing your skin in circular motions. You moan again and lean back further into the water. In your relaxed state, you are able to fully take him in. His hair is disheveled, and his face is pale, but it’s glowing in the dancing candlelight. Like the moon. You wished that you had a better view of his eyes. It was too dark to see the different shades of brown and green that you knew were there. Then you remembered what he had said earlier.  

“Brian.” It comes out a little raspier than you intended, due to your worn out throat.

“Mmmhm.” He hums softly.

“I love you too.”

He stops what he’s doing to gaze back at you. You feel your heart swell from seeing the look on his face. He’s looking at you with wide eyes, in complete disbelief at what you had said. He then smiles and bends down to kiss your forehead, lingering a little longer than usual. He helps you out of the tub and hands you towels before bending down to drain the tub. You start to dry yourself with one while Brian wraps you in another so you won't be cold. He grabs your shorts and his hoodie, which he had put in the dryer to make warm, and you let him dress you. Pressing a kiss to your chest as he zips up the hoodie. You smile fondly and put a hand in his hair to pull at it tenderly.

He walks you back to the bedroom and you laugh as he makes a show off wrapping you up in several blankets. He then walks over to his side of the bed and strips down to his underwear. You catch a glimpse at the smooth skin of his pale back shining in the darkness when he takes his shirt off. When he’s crawled into bed with you, you reach out and snuggle up to him with your head resting on his chest.

“Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight, Bri.”    

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