#gwilym lee cute

[astrophysicist-guitar-god]

So, I’m watching Gwilym Lee in Midsomer Murders. He’s pretty cute. ;- )

[born-to-lose-writing]

Masterlist - one shots (ships)

♡ - fluff, ♤ - angst, ☆ - smut, ♧ - platonic

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody - Cheap Trick - Deathgasm - Tommy

Queen

Brian May x Roger Taylor

634 words

To the Moon and Back ♡

Brian and Roger watch the moon landing together.

1,600 words

No One Can Save Me, the Damage Is Done ♤

Roger has been in love with his best friend for six years - but then Brian gets married…

1,739 words

Long Tall Roger ♡♤

Roger buys new shoes to be taller than Brian, who isn't very thrilled to say the least…

What Happens in Vegas ♤♡

Series || discontinued

During the News of the World tour Queen perform in Las Vegas. After a long night Brian wakes up next to Roger. As if that isn't enough, they have wedding rings on their fingers…

John Deacon x Roger Taylor

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

779 words

Sleepless ♡

John thinks Roger is sleeping and confesses his crush to him.

612 words

Post-Gig Rituals ♡

Roger and John come up with a new post-show ritual.

1,772 words

Wedding Fever ♤♡

Roger has never been one to get married, but after a few glasses of wine at Brian’s wedding, he starts thinking about what life would be like if he married John. But it takes two and his boyfriend doesn’t seem to get the hints…

1,476 words

Dear John ♧♤

Since John left the band following Freddie's death, Roger keeps writing to him, knowing he'll never get a reply.

Freddie Mercury x Roger Taylor

1,691 words

Is It Love? ♤

Roger gets drunk and asks Freddie what it's like to sleep with a man. He doesn't know if he's just curious or actually has feelings for his best friend.

2,021 words

I Still Love You ♤♡

Freddie and Roger have been divorced for years, yet they still share a house and take care of their kids together. Soon they realize their marriage might be worth another try.

John Deacon x Freddie Mercury

2,068 words

Never Sayin' Goodbye ♤

After Freddie's death, John thinks about what could have been…

Bohemian Rhapsody cast

Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello

1,114 words

New Year's Kiss ♡

Nearing the end of the year, Joe and Ben think about making their relationship public.

Joe Mazzello x Gwilym Lee

1,247 words

Adult Truth or Dare ☆♡

A simple game of truth or dare leads to some confessions…

Crossovers

John Deacon x Joe Mazzello

1,539 words

Walking in the Rain ♡

After John and Joe's cinema date, it starts raining and they hope for that special moment that officially makes them a couple.

1,750 words

Paper Thin Walls ♤♡

John is sick of Joe's screams when he watches horror movies with his girlfriend.

2,646 words

Call Me John ♡(♧)

John hires Joe, a university student as a babysitter for his three children. They grow to love him a lot in a short time.

1,452 words

First Encounters ♧

After not showing up on the Bohemian Rhapsody set, John wants to meet the man who played him in the movie personally.

1,851 words

New York, City of Love ♡

When Joe surprised his boyfriend with a trip to New York, John didn't expect their holiday to be this eventful.

Cheap Trick

Robin Zander x Rick Nielsen

2,817 words

He's a Whore ☆

Rick gets turned on by Robin singing He's a Whore more than he should - even if that was to be expected as he wrote the song with him in mind.

1,457 words

I Want You to Want Me ♤♡

Robin has been crushing on Rick and dropping hints for quite a while - to no avail. Until one day, he gets frustrated and confesses directly that he likes Rick.

Deathgasm

Zakk x Brodie

856 words

Graveyard Date ♡

To celebrate Halloween in their own way, Zakk and Brodie go on a graveyard date.

758 words

Disasters on Ice ♡

Ice skating sounds like a cute first date, but not if neither of them can skate and keep falling on their asses.

372 words

Snowball Fight ♡

Originally, Zakk and Brodie simply wanted to go for a walk - if only the sticky snow wasn't just perfect for a snowball fight.

507 words

Steal a Tree ♧

Zakk suggests stealing a Christmas tree, but Brodie doesn't think he's serious - until he has to bail him out.

Tommy

Uncle Ernie x Tommy Walker

1,781 words

Pretty Baby ☆

Uncle Ernie has always wondered how cute Tommy would look in lingerie…

[mazzellocheese]

blessing your lives with those looks

[bensboynton]

23 and 45 for the dialogue prompts! Preferably with Gwilym - but if you feel more inspired to write about any of the other guys, please feel free to do so 😘

warnings: slight smut, dirty talk, unedited

word count: 343

“Any chance you wanna go fuck in the bathroom?” you whispered into the tall British man’s ear. He started choking on the glass of water in his hand. He immediately put the cup on the table, coughing into his sleeve while simultaneously giving you an annoyed glare. 

You immediately started rubbing his back like an attentive girlfriend. 

“Oh my gosh! You okay, love?” you asked innocently. Gwil shook his head as if to say “no.”

“I’m going to go to the bathroom to compose myself,” Gwilym spoke between coughs. The entire table nodded and excused Gwil. You waited a few moments before getting up, mumbling on about how you needed to go make sure he was okay. 

You made your way to the men’s bathroom, making sure the coast was clear before slipping through the door to see your tall boyfriend leaning against the sink. 

“So was the choking thing real or just an excuse to get to the bathroom?”

“No, I was definitely choking. Can you blame me?” he asked, making his way to you and pressing you up against the wall. He leaned over and locked the door, just to make sure no one would accidentally barge in and interrupt your quickie. 

“Such a little slut, saying those things to me at the dinner table in front of everyone,” he spoke, kissing and sucking on the skin at your neck. The witty remark was quickly drowned out by the moans escaping your throat.

“We have to be quiet, you know.” 

“Mhm.” 

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You two didn’t really succeed at being quiet, but nonetheless, you didn’t think it was that bad. After catching your breath and pulling your pants up, the two of you exited the bathroom to see Joe Mazzello, who was at the same restaurant for dinner, standing awkwardly by the door.

“Oh shit,” you whispered to Gwil.

“Oh shit,” Gwil echoed you as you both stared, “how much of that did you hear?” 

Joe’s face was so red it could’ve been a tomato as he stared at his shoes. 

“Enough.”

[breakfreefromyourlies]

With a taste of your lips (Part 1) – Reader x Gwilym Lee

Summary: You landed your first pretty big job on the set of the BohRap movie, what could go wrong? Except your feelings?

A/N: Ok so this is my first fanfic ever. I love my baby Gwil so it had to be for him. I don’t know what to think about it. This is the first part so if you like it there’ll be other parts. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of it. And remember that English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are grammatical mistakes.  

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Words count: 1k

« Shocking! » You let out, a little louder than expected.  

« What’s shocking, darling? » Rami asked turning to you.

« You. The boys. You are them, you are Queen and that’s shocking » You replied, eyes wide opened. “Look at you talking like Freddie, Ben being practically Roger’s son and don’t get me started on Gwilym. He is not portraying Brian, he IS Brian” you exclaimed.  

“Thank God we are” Joe said, laughing.  

You had been on set for a few weeks now but this was the first time you saw the boys in full costumes all together and ready to film the “Live Aid” performance.

Working for “GK Films”, the production company in charge of operating “Bohemian Rhapsody”, your job was to make sure everything was going smoothly and that included the off-screen relationship between the boys. Luckily, they bonded pretty much instantly and very soon included you as a part of the group.

“Wait Gwil! You have a misplaced curl” You shouted, heading towards him.

“Don’t stand too close to him Y/N, you’ll only make him more nervous” Ben scoffed as you adjusted Gwilym’s wig.

“Oh shut up Ben. You’re the one wishing I was this close to you” You replied, avoiding Gwilym’s gaze.

The boys always teased you when it came to Gwilym. Your relationships with all of them were very diverse. Joe was the one you shared many laughs with, Ben liked to start fights with you for nothing just to annoy you, Rami was like a big brother taking care of you, but Gwilym… it was different. From the beginning you immediately loved being around him, he was gentle and laid back but you could also cry from laughing because of him. He always tried to include you as much as possible in the making of the movie, asking for your advice on his acting, rehearsing his lines with you and even letting you adjust his precious “Brian wig”. In a few weeks he became the best friend you never had but the boys liked to imply that something more was going on. Of course you had already thought about it. Gwilym was exactly the type of guy you could fall for, well any girl could fall for him but it was impossible for you to even think that he could fall for you.  

“Thanks Y/N/N, we wouldn’t want a wig disaster during Live Aid” Gwilym said, chuckling.

You stepped backward trying not to let him notice how anxious you also were. This movie was the first very big project you worked on. You wanted everything to go well and starting with the most important scene of the whole shooting was definitely not something small.

“Go kill ‘em boys. Kill ‘em, kill ‘em.” Brian May cheered to the boys. You could see the emotion in his eyes while he looked at them and more precisely to the younger version of himself. Living the experience all over again was such an emotional moment for him but it also was for everyone on set.

It was time, the cameras were rolling and the boys were about to enter the stage to give the most important show of their career. You felt your heart pounding in your chest.

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A few hours later, the filming was over and wouldn’t start again until the following day. The boys came backstage still very euphoric of what had just happened.    

Gwilym immediately ran towards you when he saw you. “So how was I? What did you think of it?” he asked with the biggest smile on his face.

“Well if someone showed me your performance and the original one, I’m not sure I could distinguish the real and semi-fake Brian May” You said jokingly.

“I think that’s the wig” He added.

“Yeah, that’s definitely the wig. I’m not sure you truly were for something in it” You said, winking at him.

He immediately bumped his shoulder into yours.

“Of course you were amazing. I knew it from the beginning Gwil that you would kill it. But keep that same energy for the rest of the shooting, it’s only the beginning” You added.

“Thank you Y/N for always bringing me back down to Earth” He said putting his arm around your shoulders.

“Come on lovebirds, we are toasting to the first and very special day of this great journey” Ben shouted while opening a bottle of champagne.

Those words made Gwilym remove his arm from your shoulders and lay down his eyes before walking towards Rami.  

You guessed he reacted that way because he didn’t like when Ben teased you both for this. Who liked that? Especially when the person is not attracted to the other. And why would you even try to understand? You did not like Gwilym like that either. So why did you feel this thing in your chest?

“Y/N/N? Do you want a glass of champagne?” Joe asked, getting you out of your thoughts.

“Sure, thank you.” You said smiling. “You were incredible earlier. I was feeling like I was at the actual Live Aid.” You added, reminiscing what you lived today.  

“I know right? I can’t wrap my mind around it. I’m still feeling all the chills in my veins” Joe said wiggling his arms. “Thank you for being here Y/N, you’re one hell of a support out there” he added, coming in for a hug.

You immediately felt Gwilym’s gaze on you while you were hugging Joe. “Thanks to you for being so nice with me since the beginning.” You replied, smiling.

“Well we all love you very much Y/N. Some even more than others.” He said chuckling and winking at you. You didn’t have time to fully acknowledge what Joe had just said as he left you to talk to Lucy.

What does that even mean?

“Cheers to the beginning of something magical” You heard from a voice behind you. You turned around and saw Gwilym with his drink up. “Thank you for putting up with me and all the attention I demand during the filming” He said while biting his lower lip.

His wig was still on but you could see how handsome he looked even as a younger version of Brian May. You could look at his beautiful blue eyes for hours and caught yourself starring at his lips.  

“Hum, yeah, you know, don’t worry. I’m happy to help.” You mumbled, lowering your eyes. Fuck Y/N get your shit together.

“Don’t tell me you are already tipsy from one glass of champagne?” Gwilym said, laughing.

“No” you laughed, “Just tired. But I’ll sleep when I’m dead right? Or at least when the shooting will be over.” you said while taking a sip of your glass.

“Well I am definitely not looking forward to ending it. I love being on set with the guys, with you.” He said, softly looking at your lips.

“Come on guys! Let’s all take a picture to remember this day forever!” Ben shouted while running between Gwilym and you putting up his phone, leaving you unable to answer.  

Gwilym placed his arm around your waist as you all looked toward the camera. 

This was definitely the beginning of something you would remember your whole life.

Part 2

[groovyben]

ugh my fave couple 😫👍

[benismyqueen]

HOME — Roger Taylor

Resumen: Cuando tus padres te echan de casa, sin trabajo y ningún tipo de dinero, tienes suerte de que dos personas casi tan locas como tú, decidan que seas su compañera de piso.

Advertencias: ninguna. Quizá un poco de angustia por disfunciones familiares. Y mucho amor por Freddie y Roger siendo domésticos.

Palabras: 1.506

"Amor, ¿crees que necesitarás esto?" Freddie saca del armario un vestido demasiado bonito de flores.

"Supongo que no. Es pleno invierno, necesito lo esencial, me están echando de casa, ¿recuerdas?" Abres la bolsa más grande que encuentras, en algún momento la usaste en tu viaje a holanda hace unos años.

"¡Pero es demasiado bonito!"

"Freddie, mi espacio es limitado, necesito ropa de invierno."

El moreno se deja caer en la cama con el vestido aún entre sus manos. No piensa rendirse sin luchar lo suficiente. Le parece increible que simplemente vayas a dejar ese vestido atrás.

"¿Y qué harás en verano?" Intenta razonar.

"No sé Freddie... Quizá pueda sacrificar alguno de mis pantalones y cortarlos." Consigues varios de tus jerseys más gordos y los metes en la bolsa, junto algunas camisetas y cuatro pantalones. Con un poco de imaginación puedes conjuntar esas prendas en unos ocho looks diferentes.

Freddie aprovecha que vuelves tu vista al armario para meter el vestido debajo de la ropa en la bolsa.

"¿Y dónde irás?"

"Freddie" Estás demasiado agobiada pensando en cosas óptimas que sean necesarias para tu supervivencia a partir de ahora. "Pensé que venías para ayudarme, no para agregar presión a mis hombros." Lo tomas de la mano para que se levante de la cama.

"Perdona. Solo me preocupo." Pasea su vista por tus baldas llenas de libros, vinilos, y cosas varias. "¿Llevarás algunos libros?"

"Supongo que los de la universidad. No creo que pueda llevar más." Metiendo tu neceser con tus productos de aseo, peines, y algo de maquillaje terminas de llenar la primera bolsa. "Quizá me lleve mi edición especial de Mujercitas."

"Tienes también la de Orgullo y Prejuicio, El Hobbit y tu colección de vinilos"

"Freddie..."

"Si, si, solo lo esencial"

Al final terminas sacando una mochila mediana y caes en la tentación de llevarte algunas libretas, una pequeña caja con tus recuerdos más simbólicos como fotos, collares, algunos pósters de cantantes que te gustan y una manta que te bordó tu abuela. Freddie no se puede resistir y carga en sus brazos tu colección de vinilos y los libros.

"¿Qué? Vas a dejarlos aquí... En mi casa nos hace falta decoración, estás invitada a venir y usarlo cuando quieras" Te ríes y echando un último vistazo a lo que era tu habitación, y cierras la puerta. "Entonces... ¿dónde pasarás la noche?"

"Supongo que podré ir a casa de mi amiga Lucy. Quizá me deje quedarme un par de días, hasta que encuentre un trabajo y un departamento."

"El trabajo está muy mal en Londres"

"Gracias Freddie"

"Los alquileres no son baratos" Salís a la calle siendo recibidos por el frío invierno.

"Freddie, necesito palabras de aliento no..."

"Ven a vivir conmigo"

Conociste a Freddie hace unos meses. Era verano, y acudiste con tus amigas a un pub, queríais beber un poco y pasar un buen rato. Pero tus amigas quizá bebieron demasiado, y terminaste sola en el pub, agobiada buscando a dos chicas borrachas.

Un hombre más o menos mayor, y borracho intentó sobrepasarse contigo en mitad de la pista de baile, realmente estabas angustiada y a punto de llorar cuando Freddie lo vió todo. Y con su aire de meterse en los asuntos que no son suyos, empujó al chico y le dió un puñetazo en la mandíbula. En ese momento pensaste que estabas muerta. Un chico delgado, demasiado alto y a primera vista afeminado acababa de golpear a un borracho que era dos veces él. Pero te sorprendieron sus golpes.

Una hora después mientras te invitó a una cerveza, (la odias, pero estaba siendo amable y oh dios, hacía meses que un chico guapo no te invitaba a nada), te contó sobre las clases de boxeo que tomó de niño. En ese momento aprendiste a no prejuzgar nunca más. Además de agradecerle por siempre que decidiese ayudar. Había mucha gente en ese pub que vió tu angustia y nadie hizo nada. Solo él.

"Soy un hombre criado por mi madre y mi abuela. Y crecí con mi hermana. Supongo que mi padre me hubiese golpeado si no tuviese respeto por las mujeres."

En ese momento sonreiste y lo supiste. Querías a ese hombre con tu vida.

"Nada comparado con la paliza de mi abuela, ella sí que sabe boxear" bromeó.

"¿Qué dices Freddie?" Te detienes en mitad de la calle con las dos enormes bolsas descansando en el suelo.

"Vamos... No tienes donde ir, el piso es pequeño, tendré que hacerte algo de espacio, podemos compartir cama, no creo que el sofá sea muy cómodo. Y no te cobraré alquiler, quizá solo saques la basura y limpies la cocina."

"Freddie..."

"Tengo un compañero de piso, es ruidoso, no tiene filtro y dice lo que piensa en todo momento, a veces toca la batería y sabe cocinar huevos cocidos. Es bastante divertido, ya te dije que tenías que conocerlo." Habla emocionado mientras toma una de tus bolsas, a pesar de llevar algunas de tus pertenencias en las manos. "Será divertido"

"No sé Freddie..."

"No creo que tengas más opciones..." Te mira con esos ojos y esa sonrisa tan bonita que tiene. Y sabe que te tiene en el bote.

"Supongo que os podría cocinar como compensación" Freddie grita cuando aceptas su propuesta y rápidamente tomáis un autobús hasta su casa.

El piso de Freddie es realmente pequeño, en eso no mentía. Lo primero que ves cuando abre la puerta es un pequeño pasillo, no entran dos personas a la vez, y después de ese medio metro de pasillo dónde tienen un perchero con varios abrigos, llegáis a un pequeño salón con un mueble, una televisión, un tocadiscos y dos sillones viejos acompañando un sofá. Está lleno de ropa, revistas, libretas y una guitarra apoyada en el suelo contra el sofá. A la derecha hay una cocina pequeña, y siguiendo el pasillo hay dos habitaciones, una a cada lado del pasillo, y al final un baño.

"No es demasiado increible." Freddie admite. "Pero somos felices aquí"

"Es increible Freddie" A pesar de ser una caja de zapatos y demasiado desordenada grita hogar por todas las esquinas.

"Te llevaré a mi habitación. Te dejaré dos cajones de mi cómoda y dos de mi armario. Conseguiré de nuestro mercadillo un burro para tu ropa. No creo que a Roger le importe"

Justo en ese momento la puerta del piso se abre, y entra una cabellera rubia con un cigarro entre sus labios. Cuando te ve casi deja caer el cigarro al suelo.

"¡Rog! Estás en casa" Freddie grita acercándose a su amigo.

"¿Qué es todo esto?" Pregunta viendo las bolsas en el suelo

"¡Tengo una nueva compañera de habitación!" En ese momento Roger tiene una expresión de sorpresa que hace que sientas pánico. Estoy en la calle, piensas.

"Freddie... ¿Podemos hablar?... En privado" Coge a su amigo por la chaqueta y lo empuja a la cocina.

En un principio te sientes un poco ofendida, pero lo entiendes. Freddie es una persona muy impulsiva, y puedes entender que a una persona normal no le haga mucha gracia llegar a su casa, y que su compañero de piso haya invitado a alguien a quedarse.

"¿Quién es ella?" Te hace gracia que aún con la puerta cerrada, el departamento es tan pequeño y con las paredes tan finas que puedes escuchar la conversación

"Es mi amiga Mackenzie"

"Eso no explica que sea nuestra nueva compañera de piso"

"Es mi compañera de habitación" Puntúa Freddie el acento en 'mi'.

"Es una habitación dentro del piso"

"Vale" Freddie se rinde. "Sus padres la han echado. Su situación es muy precaria, solo mira sus bolsas. Son solo dos, y una mochila con sus pertenencias.

A Roger no le tomó mucho empatizar contigo. Él se fue de casa en las mismas condiciones salvo que él quería independencia, a él nunca lo echaron. Pero sabe lo que es no tener medios y sufrir para llegar a final de mes.

"Solo... La próxima vez avísame cuando una chica guapa vaya a ser nuestra compañera de piso"

Cuando los chicos salen de la cocina, ambos tienen una sonrisa en sus rostros, y en ese momento te das cuenta de que puede que no tengas mucho, pero eres afortunada de tener un techo compartido, con una cama a medias con Freddie, y un chico con una sonrisa preciosa.

"Será bueno tener ayuda femenina en casa" En ese momento reparas en el chico rubio, no parece mucho más mayor que tú. Tiene una sonrisa preciosa y unos ojos azules que desprenden felicidad. "Soy Roger"

Extiende su mano hacia ti para que la tomes en un saludo.

"Mackenzie"

"Bueno Mackenzie" Roger pasa su brazo por tus hombros, acercándote a él "Cómo podrás ver somos unos desastres y nos cuesta mucho ganar dinero para pagar este apartamento tan pequeño, pero nos las arreglaremos." Toma una de tus bolsas para ayudarte a instalarte. "Bienvenida a la vida adulta, no es la gran cosa, pero nos lo pasaremos bien" Y cuando miras su sonrisa, le crees. Vivir con ellos será toda una aventura.

[galcake534]

Lucy Boynton in “The Dreams of Bethany Mellmoth”

[reucreates]

a fanart for Joe Mazzello created by me! I hope he sees and appreciates this 👉🏻👈🏻

[honestmysteries]

Just some random pictures of Rami being ADORABLE 🥺😍🥰

[movieedits3]

Who else misses it, they are so perfect!!

[mazzellocheese]

find yourself a man who looks at you the way gwil looks at joe

[bensboynton]

evening stroll b.h

summary: you and ben hardy take a lil stroll together and revel in each other’s company.

warnings: none besides cute relationship tings

word count: 961

a/n: hey guys. it’s been... a long time. i was going to log out of this account on my computer when i found this in my drafts. i thought i had queued it up before i took a break from writing, but apparently not. so i edited it very lazily and decided to post it :) i miss you all and i miss writing. if you do by some miracle see this, thank you for following me/reading my work/etc. i love you i hope you’re doing well. 

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the TV was on in the background of your conversation with ben, a low mumble that sent sound waves into the air that settled gently in the space around you as you gazed at the blonde man across the kitchen. 

it was the middle of autumn in new york city; the leaves were the most spectacular colors of red and orange and yellow and the air smelt of pumpkins and apple cider. every breath you took while standing outside was crisp; it felt like the first bite of a bitter-sweet apple when you stepped out first thing in the morning. 

you were sitting on the counter, lazily spooning the vanilla ice cream into your mouth as you listened to ben talk. he was wearing that one mustard colored sweater you liked. you were positive he wore it on purpose just to make you smile a little bit. 

his hair was growing in longer now; he had finished filming 6 underground and got to stop shaving the sides of his blonde locks and they were fuller and curlier than ever. 

his low voice drifted across the island in the kitchen as you both talked about anything and everything. you were trying to catch up and remember what it’s like to live in each other’s presence after he recently arrived home from filming his most recent movie. 

the conversation with ben was easy; rather, your whole relationship with ben was easy. everything about him was simplistic and never complicated. you could talk and bicker for hours but also sit in silence for days. it was never awkward with ben, never uncomfortable or weird. 

you’ve never really believed in reincarnation but you’re almost postive in some past life you and ben had been soulmates, because how do two people manage to date and live together for as long as you have with absolutely no issues?

you’ve never had a real fight, never drifted or had to worry about if the spark was dying out. 

like you said. being with ben was simple. 

ben’s piercing eye contact and expectant expression drew you from your thoughts as he giggled at your lack of comprehension. 

“what? sorry i got distracted,” you mumbled, taking a sip of the decaf coffee that was beginning to get a little too cold and was losing its appeal. 

“i can tell,” he giggled, which made your heart flutter.

you hummed, pushing yourself off the counter and making your way over to the tall brit. you put your coffee mug down and made yourself at home in his arms which he had quickly wrapped around you. 

he smelt so authentically like ben that you couldn’t help the smile that made its way to your cheeks. he looked down at you and couldn’t help but smile as well. you just had that effect on him. 

you and ben slowly made your way over to the window, looking outside at the spectacular colored leaves on the trees and the remaining people rushing to get home in the cold. the sun was going to be setting in a few minutes. 

“let’s go for a walk,” you spoke suddenly, causing ben to raise his eyebrows. 

“at this hour?” he questioned amusedly, finishing up his cup of coffee. you nodded eagerly. you could see the gears turning in his brain as he pondered your offer. 

“alright. let’s grab our coats and hats then, it’s quite chilly out,” you nodded with agreement as you slipped on your fluffy winter coat and a beanie you stole from ben’s collection. 

“you might want to bring some gloves, it’s getting colder as the sun sets darling,” ben advised. you were stubborn though, and shook your head. you’d be perfectly fine without them. 

you both promptly left your house, locking the door on the way out and you traveled down the steps and onto the sidewalk. the chilled air slapped you both in the face, your skin already reddening in it’s frigid hold. 

you walked in silence for awhile, admiring the halloween decorations that were set up in the yards and on the porches that you passed. you caught yourself admiring ben a lot, too. 

somehow, he never got tired of your spontaneous compulsions to go on walks in the very cold weather, or to go get chinese takeout at 2 in the morning. he never rolled his eyes or lost his patience. he just cared so much. it was hard for you to comprehend how he chooses to spend his life with you. 

as you continued walking and the sky turned from pinks and purple to black, your fingers were completely numb. your pride stopped you from saying anything to ben for awhile, but now you needed some type fo warmth. all you had to do was lift your hands and look at him with a pout before he was taking off his gloves and handing them to you. not one eye roll or sigh. just immediate action. 

maybe you were just extra emotional, but as he wrapped his arm around you while you slipped the already warm gloves on. you felt pin pricks in your fingertips as they warmed up and you felt them in your heart as well. 

you never quite understood the meaning of love. but this, whatever you felt when you were around ben, was most definitely love. sometimes it’s comforting one in their deepest darkest times of need, and sometimes it’s running out in the rain to stop them from getting on an airplane and leaving. 

but other times, it’s simply giving up your gloves on a cold autumn night just because the person you love needs them too. 

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[theverakeller]

Fiancé Ned, cousin Braydon.

Top End Wedding (2019) - dir. Wayne Blair

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