#oc: gwil | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

yelenasdog · 4 years ago

Text

hurricane (brian may x fem reader)

request by the wonderful @speciallyred w prompts 45 and 58 from this prompt list! i was super nervous to write this bc i love her writing but i hope u enjoy!!

genre: per request of anna, angsty! but it ends w some fluff to mend ur broken heart hehe

summary: he’s never home, and neither is she. he can’t communicate, and she just wants to be loved.

words: 1.5k this was supposed to b a drabble OOPS

warnings: crying, sadness, mentions of marriage+kids, mentions and accusations of cheating, i think that’s it but as always, lmk if i missed any!

a/n: ok so a. y/n wasn’t used so if u wanted this do bri x some other female or oc that would work, and b. i also didn’t use anything that would keep this from being able to be read as a gwil!bri fic :) mwah (also i just realized this but this could totally be a song fic for i want love by elton john ok bye luv u)

⭑ 🎸

It was deathly silent in the spacious former home of Brian and his beloved, that had now been reduced to only a house. The ticking of the grandfather clock he had insisted that they had to have when they moved in could be heard ringing out and echoing, pestering the girl to no end.

It was always quiet in their house, even when they fought. There was never a rushed bustle of children you had to get out the door to school, and not even a cat or dog to create a disruptive chaos as they ran about, muddy paws leaving marks on the floor.

There would be the occasional record playing lowly, the notes floating about the house, and sometimes if she couldn’t sleep, she would have Bri play her a soft tune on his old acoustic, his voice having no issue bringing her to rest.

But even now, during one of the most heart wrenching fights that the pair had gone through, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop on the hardwood flooring.

As Brian was a soft and gentle man, never yelling or raising his voice in the slightest. He wasn’t mean or cruel, in fact, his entire aura calmed her to no end, which is why she supposed she hated this so much.

She scanned with careful eyes over his silhouette, watching as stray curls rustled from the draft coming in from the open window, goosebumps raising on both of their exposed arms.

“What are you looking at?”

“Just you, Bri.”

He rolled his eyes from where he sat on the white sofa, moving his fist under his chin. A scoff fell from his rosy lips as he turned his head to look out the window, not actually paying any mind to the green hills, a light frost covering the entire landscape.

“So are you just going to ignore me?”

“I’m not ignoring you.”

A salty tear rolled down her face, the incoming breeze hitting her dampened face. She inhaled sharply, her chilled skin becoming slimy and cold to the touch.

Brian wouldn’t know that, though, he hadn’t touched her in days. Weeks, even.

She had wanted to say that his words were malicious, with venom dripping from his tone, like some sort of acid was coating his vocal cords.

But they weren’t. His voice never raised a damn octave, staying completely neutral. And it was driving her mad.

“Then what is this, Brian?”

“I’m collecting my thoughts.”

She laughed, the sound lacking its usual melodic intonation that the guitarist adored so much. He was the reasoning behind the dry chuckle, that much he knew, and he hated it. God, how he despised it. But, he would never let it show. How could he, when he was the initiator of the (extremely childish, now that he thought over it) conflict to begin with? He knew his accusation was emptier than the large building they resided in, and he knew that the results would be horrendous.

But jealousy was an ugly green parasite that had rooted itself in Brian May’s heart, slowly consuming him from the inside out. It was like a devil that rested on his left shoulder, insisting that she was unfaithful, taking advantage of his extended leaves. He foolishly acted on the devil’s words, which led to where they were now.

“Well, how long do you need to ‘collect your thoughts’?” She folded her leg under her opposite thigh, leaning towards him, the distance of only a few feet feeling like worlds away to her broken heart. She would always be drawn to him like some sort of magnet, no matter how badly he hurt her.

“I’m not sure, would you like me to do so elsewhere?”

A beat passed.

“Why, so you can go shag someone else, just like I apparently have been?”

Again, silence.

“You were gone for 3 hours every night on every Tuesday the past month-“

“You kept track? You’re out of your damn mind.” She raised her voice, sitting up, suddenly enraged with his obsessive distrust rather than saddened.

“That’s not important-“

“What’s important is that you’re gone on tour for 10 times as long as that, leaving me here completely alone to my own devices! I trust you enough to believe that you remain mine while you’re away, but for some unknown reason, you can’t manage to think the same about me.”

His flippancy on the issue at hand agitated her (or his lack thereof in general, she supposed) to no end. She wanted him to scream and cry, to throw something, to loudly shout, to shed fury fueled tears as she had. She knew it was wrong, but quite frankly she didn’t care.

He tried to speak up for himself, stuttering out something about how he did in fact trust her, but all to no avail. She would have none of it, not now.

“What’s important, Brian, is that every Tuesday, I’m staying 3 hours after work to try to make it so that I don’t have to rely on you for money, because I don’t want you to think even for a moment I’m with you just because you’re some incredibly famous rockstar who happens to be loaded!”

She was standing now, although she couldn't quite remember bringing her body from the comforts of the soft chair by the mantle to her feet. The roaring fire beside her had died down into a flurry of golden embers, heat still radiating from the pile of charred logs, Brian failing to provide even a fraction of the same warmth.

“Because I love you, and as of late, I’m starting to wonder if you love me too.”

He stood, walking over to where she was in a timely manner, his long legs carrying him quickly. Her breath hitched at their sudden proximity, her surprise only growing when he gripped his hands on either side of her face, pulling her forward and capturing her lips in a long awaited union.

She loathed that her stiff figure was melting into him faster than she would like to admit, and she even more, she loathed the fact she knew she always would.

He was able to taste her tears that hadn’t ceased to roll down her face, the bitter droplets seeping onto the tip of his tongue. He pulled away, his right hand caressing her cheekbone while his forehead rested upon hers. His bottom lip quivered, a wave of emotions hitting him like a hurricane in full force.

His eyes become glassy, and all at once, tears flood his eyesight, pouring down his flushed features. He looked down, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. The bawling didn’t stop as he had hoped, though, it just slowed, the liquid dropping onto her shirt.

“I love you, I love you so much that it hurts. And ’m sorry, I’m so incredibly sorry, darling.”

She smiled softly, lightly massaging the top of his scalp, his locks growing frizzy.

“I know. But it’s just so hard- It seems everyone is getting married, and settling down. Hell, even Fred has his cats.”

They both laughed, and she chewed her bottom lip, a habit of hers that Bri had picked up on in the time he’d known her.

“I just get lonely, Bri, and it feels like you never let me know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. That’s all, honest to God.”

They moved to sit down, and he pulled closer than they had been in ages.

“I’ll support you in any way shape or form, no matter what, yeah?”

She simply nodded, leaning onto his shoulder.

“Yeah. I know.”

Raising his eyebrows, he cocked his head, choosing his next words carefully.

“And if you’re serious about, y’know, having a family and ‘settling down’ and everything, I’ll do it.”

She met his eyes, her smile growing wider.

“Really?”

He hummed, nodding his head. “I love you, and this house is far too quiet.”

She giggled, tossing her arms around his neck and throwing herself on him.

“I must say I agree.”

After the grins had retreated into soft smiles, and the two had come to a much more stolid point, she sat up, patting her lap.

Brian understood immediately, laying his tired head down and allowing her to play with his hair. She moved her hands to oh so lightly trace the crook of his nose and the bags under his eyes (from the late nights he spent performing, wishing he was in the exact position he was in now), the ticklish feeling making him nuzzle into her hand with a whine.

She couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful boy beneath her, as even with all the work that there was to be done between them, she felt confident that he was in it for the long haul.

🦔⭑ 🎸

me @ u for reading that

ty for reading, like and rb if u wanna :) go drink some water and eat some protein if u can!

as always, xx hj <3

#brian may #brian may x reader #brian may x oc #brian may x you #brian may fluff #gwilym lee #gwil! bri x reader #borhap #queen imagine #queen fic #borhap fic #gwilym!brian #gwilym lee x you #gwilym lee x reader #brian may imagine #ok bye mwah

93 notes · View notes

borhap-au · 4 years ago

Text

Gwil x bookstore employee.

You recognized Gwilym from one or two of your classes, you had the same major in college. He usually sat behind you, and you of course didn’t know it, but he was much more interested in what you were doing than what the professor was saying. He tried to talk to you a few times, sometimes even got the courage to do it, but he couldn’t come up with a good enough topic, so he usually asked about school projects and homework, therefore obviously the conversations ended pretty soon.

You wanted to talk to him as well, but you didn’t want to make the conversation awkward or force it to make it longer. Plus he usually only asked about college stuff, so naturally you thought he’s not interested in you, just asking for some crucial information to pass the class.

The situation slightly changed when you started to work in a bookstore nearby.

The first time Gwilym came there, he honestly didn’t know you would be there, let alone work there. He just wanted some books to read on a spring break. When he saw you in the shirt with the bookstore’s logo and understood you worked there, he thought about a plan to be able to talk to you more and get to know you closer. He didn’t come up to you yet that day, hiding behind the shelves of books, and it looked a little bit as if you were playing hide and seek. However, the next time he promised himself to be more courageous and prepared for the meeting.

He came up to you one day, with a smile on his face, and you immediately smiled back.

“Gwil, hi! Didn’t think I’ll meet you here,” you welcomed him and put the books you had in your hands aside, as he caught you while you were sorting them.

“Oh, you definitely will meet me here a lot. I love reading,” you smiled wider hearing that. What a nice change, to meet a guy who likes reading. All of your male friends were too busy playing videogames all day.

“So, did you get something? Or want me to recommend you a good read?” you raised your brow looking at him. He immediately nodded at your proposition, as he wanted to ask you himself, but didn’t know how to do it.

“Yes, please. I just finished all the series I was reading and need some new ones,” you nodded your head hearing that and looked at him.

“So, what did you read? I could recommend something based on that,” he then proceeded to name several series, some of which you also started reading. You then took a minute to look through the books. “Hmm… You really read everything that was there. But… What about “The Dark Tower” series by Stephen King? You may like it.” He looked at the back of the book to read the summary and then nodded smiling.

“Sounds like fun, I’ll take it,” you took the books he wanted to buy and brought them to the counter.

“We have a discount for extremely nice customers,” you winked to him, making it quite obvious that there was no actual discount, different from the one for employees, which you were planning to give him. You told him the price of the books and he gave you the money, but he didn’t leave immediately after, as you were sure he would.

“When are you finishing?” he asked and you tried to hide both the surprise and the smile. You looked at him.

“In about forty minutes. I just need to finish putting those books in order and then close the bookstore. Why, do you want to talk about books some more?” you smiled at him. Gosh, he was so handsome.

“About books, but not only. I’d like to take you out for coffee or tea, if you wanted to come with me…” you chuckled quietly and that reaction caught him by surprise. “…or not?”

“No, no, I would like to come with you. It’s just that it rhymed, it sounded like a poem,” he smiled as well. “So, do you want to stay with me, or will you come back after I close the shop?”

“I can stay. I can even help you if you want,” you were a little hesitant about it, but finally you agreed.

“But you know, you really don’t have to,” you assured him while he carried a pile of books so you didn’t have to walk for them every single time.

“I know, but I want to,” he smiled and you decided not to dispute the matter with him anymore. Actually, you could really use the help, so it was like heaven listened to your earlier cursing about the weight of the piles of books and big boxes and decided to give you a break.

“Actually, this book should be good for you too,” you said while unpacking another box. “It’s a new one, I started reading it in class, it was quite interesting for me. I’m planning to finish it on the weekend.” Gwilym smiled to hide his embarrassment. Actually, while he was looking for a reason to talk to you, he saw you carrying that book and decided to buy it and read it as well, just so the next time he sees you, he can say ‘oh, you’re reading that?! What a great choice, I just finished it last week!’ and hopefully the problem with the topic of the conversation would work itself out after that.

“Oh, I’m also reading that book, I got it from my friend. Once we finish, we can discuss the plot and everything. I mean, if you want to. I just like to share my opinions with others, create new theories or backgrounds for the characters,” he smiled a bit, because he knew it made him sound like a total dork and a geek.

“Actually, I’d love that,” you smiled. “I already have a few theories and I will like to share them once we finish the book,” oh, he was relieved.

Gwilym found it both ironic and annoying how trying to get to know a girl you like when you’re shy resembled being a total creep and stalking someone. He did not go as far as to check your Facebook profile back to the day you’ve created it, he didn’t even try to check if you have an Instagram account. However, whenever he had a chance he admired your beauty from a distance, like a teenager with a crush, and tried to pick some small details he could hang on the next time he’s trying to start a conversation. He hated his shyness, but you actually found it quite cute. Despite the fact you cursed your own shyness whenever you wanted to talk to him more, but couldn’t, because you were overthinking every single word and once you decided to speak, the moment passed, and it was too late.

Soon, when Gwilym figured out the pattern you had for sorting books, he didn’t just carry them for you, but he also started helping out with putting them in place as well. It was especially useful when you had to go to help the clients and he was left alone with the boxes. You honestly thought you will have to stay overtime to do it, but with his help, you finished right on time.

“Give me a second, I will just change and take my things and we can go. Promise it won’t be long,” you smiled apologetically, but he didn’t have a problem with that.

“I’ll just wait here, reading,” you chuckled quietly.

“Well, I promise I won’t be so long that you’ll finish the whole bookstore.” After that you went to change and it took you just a couple of minutes to be ready, but of course you made sure your make-up and hair were on point. You were also thanking yourself for choosing one of your favorite shirts for today, the one that nicely highlighted your assets – your cleavage and collarbones.

When you came back to Gwil, he smiled involuntary on the sight he had before his eyes.

“You look great,” he smiled as he opened the door for you. You blushed immediately.

“Thanks,” you muttered quietly. Once you closed the bookstore, you headed in the direction he decided on. You felt awkward with yourself, being inexperienced in the whole dating world, but with Gwilym you somehow felt more relaxed, because of his friendly personality and his everlasting smile. When you went to the cafe, he insisted on paying for you, and you finally gave up, promising the next time you’ll pay. You both took hot chocolate, as you decided it was the best drink for talking about books.

“Do you come here often?” you asked, looking around, while you sat at your table. You both immediately chose the one in the corner, away from people, without consulting one another beforehand about the options.

“Yeah, actually, I come here on the breaks sometimes. I like the atmosphere here,” he explained, while making himself comfortable in the big armchair.

“I can see why. It’s a perfect place for a cozy afternoon with a book. I don’t know why I haven’t been here yet. It’s quite close to my workplace after all…”

Somehow the conversation didn’t feel awkward between you two. You proceeded to discuss various books, characters, theories and fandoms and it was as if you met here every Friday for a few months. And it soon became that. He often came to pick you up from work, you always told him when you found some nice new book to read. You also watched the same TV series, so the conversation topics soon expanded, and it felt more natural and easy with every single time.

One time, after a few weeks of your meetings, Gwilym surprised you at work, without earlier giving you any hints that he may be coming. He didn’t let you know simply because he didn’t know himself if he will get the courage to come that evening. You were surprised, but in a nice way, and you welcomed him with a hug.

“I’m finishing in a few minutes, so we can go somewhere. Maybe to the cinema, for the new superhero movie and then for a dinner, how about it?” you had to say it all at once because you knew that if you hesitated, you wouldn’t say it. It was the very first time you were to meet outside college, your workplace or that cafe. You were too shy and insecure to assume he liked you the same way you liked him, but you prayed for it. That’s why you decided to invite him on a proper date, rather than just for a two-people book club meeting.

He nodded, but was sort of in a different place mentally, so you naturally took it as a “no” in a sense that he did not like you back. However, he then gave you a notebook. It was a black notebook with no design on it, so you looked at him a bit surprised. Then you decided to just open it. While it opened on the first page, you saw a question written on it, in Gwilym’s neat handwriting.

“Will you be Mary Jane to my Spiderman?” was the sentence on the page, with some doodles of spider webs and the Spiderman himself, with his heart pumping out of his chest. You looked at it with disbelief and then at him. After a few seconds you nodded and hugged him tightly.

“Yes! Yes, of course I will,” you smiled widely and he hugged you back, quietly sighing with relief. He kissed your cheek.

“I’m sorry for being so cheesy. I was just too scared to say it out loud,” he muttered embarrassed, actually blushing, which makes him look even cuter.

“I find it very sweet. It’s going to be our notebook, for our memories. And book reviews!” you joked and he smiled hugging you and taking you off the ground, spinning you around, as you squeaked quietly, scared to kick some books off the shelves in the process.

He leaned down to put you back on the ground and you looked at each other. You both intuitively moved a little closer to each other and you ended up kissing. What a beautiful view that was, like right from one of the books you read. Outside there was raining, that’s why Gwilym came in a little wet, and now you were kissing right next to the glass door of the bookstore. It made you look as if you were on a cover of a book. And it truly was a beautiful love story.

64 notes · View notes

brian-roger-deaky-and-fred · 5 years ago

Note

Omg bri's hands 💦 can I get some headcannons please? 🥵

*************************

-So I definitely feel like if you told 70s Brian he had sexy hands he'd be like !?!?

-bc he'a a baby :"^)

- He never had many opinions on his hands specifically but he would have assumed people found them pretty ugly

- He thinks his fingers are so bony and the skin on his hands is so worn and rough from the Special.

-And god, his nails get so fucked sometimes

-He has a bad habit of picking at his cuticles too

- Every time you catch him doing it, you just gently take his wrist in your hand and move it from his lips, lacing his fingers with yours

-And he loves it

- Makes him mushy

- It always makes him blush a little bc he's embarrassed by it

- but anyway, he never saw his hands as anything ??? note worthy???

- But then one day he asks you if you'll paint his fingernails white on his right hand

-Fred paints the nails on his left hand black and he wants to mirror him

- (Which you think is CUTE)

-And of course you tell him you'd love to

-And the whole time you paint his nails you're just kind of in awe of how thin and long his hands are, so delicate yet strong and full of callouses

-Once you two started dating you started playing with his hands all the time.

- While you watch tv, while you talk, etc.

-Sometimes you scratch his palms and wrist gently, soothing him, and he loves it

-And you always play with his rings and spin them on his fingers or try them on

-He likes it when you press sleepy kisses to his each of knuckles or his fingertips

-And he thinks it's so PRECIOUS when ever he lays his outstretched hand palm up and you line up your fingers against his and he can see how much bigger his hands are than yours

- Same with holding hands. He loves having your smaller hands in his, your fingers locked together

-Sometimes he just likes to hold your lil face in his hands bc you're like a doll in his eyes.

-It makes him feel so big and strong :"^)

- And it makes you seem so little and delicate to him. Makes him feel like he wants to wrap you up in his arms and protect you

-Brian's hands are so warm!

- Guitarists naturally have warmer hands than most because their hands are always moving and the blood flow is really good in the hands which makes them warmer

-It's kinda funny that his hands are so warm because the rest of Brian is freezing all the time bc he's so damn long and thin

-That's why he wears jumpers all the time

-You always joke that he's like a lil old man

-One night you're sitting on the couch together watching some stupid movie that's playing on the BBC

-And your toying with his hands like you always do

-And you drag your nails over his wrist softly and he gives just the sweetest little moan

-Mayhaps...it turns you on just a tad

- And you lock eyes with him and you flatten his hand out and bring his fingertips to your lips to kiss them gently

-And it's SO sexually tense

- And when you get to his pointer finger, you bring it into your mouth and suck it a little

- and Brian moans

-And he takes a little more control, maybe pushing his finger further into your mouth or adding a second one

(smut below)

-And your tongue feels so good as it swirls around his fingertip and god he wishes it was his cock

-When he pulls his fingers from your mouth there’s still saliva coating them

- Brian sticks his fingers in his own mouth and sucks it off

-And you literally whimper

-Needless to say, he loves having his fingers in your mouth

-Sometimes he has you suck on his fingers and get them nice and wet before he presses and rubs against your clit

- And you always whimper and arch into him

- When Brian gets turned on and excited his hands tremble

-His fingers are so long he can reach places inside you that you can't

- And he can put such delicious pressure against your front wall that he has to be careful that it doesn't get to be too much when you're really sensitive

-He loves working you and over stimulating

-And the lewd wet sound it makes when his knuckles thrust against your pubic bone...it drives him up the fucking wall.

-He just lives to see you writhe and squirm beneath him

-But he's so sweet after, leaving gentle kisses against your clit and wiping your tears. Always gets you a heat pack if your muscles are sore. He takes good care of his girl :"^)

-On the other side of the same coin

-You LOVE watching Brian's hand grip his own cock

-He's so embarrassed the first time you ask to watch him touch himself. You obviously tell him he doesn't have to but he wants to if it makes you happy. He's ok with it even though he's so timid and shy about it at first

-His hands tremble with excitement and nerves as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, pushing them off his hips a little bit.

-Maybe you just sit in his desk chair watching as you clench your thighs

-He's only half hard at first and his cheeks are bright red as he takes his cock out, eyes fluttering shut as he gives himself a few test strokes. His pretty white nails against the red, hot color of his shaft

- And he moans a little and you coo soft words of encouragement every once in a while as he strokes himself. You drink in the sight, his eyes screwed shut, head thrown back against his pillow

-And he stays that way for a while, getting lost in the feeling of his hand around his cock until he remembers his girlfriend is there watching and his eyes flutter open to see you

-He nearly cums right then and there because there you are, sitting in his desk chair with your legs spread, knee hooked over the arm rest, and your skirt pulled up over your legs, a hand in your wet panties

- He groans SO loud you're sure the neighbors heard

- And your eyes lock as you get yourselves off

- and the whole thing is so dirty and hot and animalistic

-Ok, I'm getting carried away.

215 notes · View notes

queensdivas · 5 years ago

Text

I FINISHED THE GREAT LAST NIGHT!

Whose ready for some Grigor Dymov!!!!

Will it disrupt any other fics I’ve been working on? Nope. I’m waiting for an artist to get done so that I may post the next chapter of Wildest Notes.

Will it be smutty? Well of course!!! You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t watch the show! Smutty and lusty!!!

Is it going to be cliche? Hell no!!! Original and storyline being written as I type this!!! Heck yeah!!!

Y’all ready!!!!

If you liked to be tagged please let me know and it should be out sometime soon!

ITS UP GO GO GO

Chapter 1

55 notes · View notes

floralfloyd · 5 years ago

Text

Itsametaphorgwil’s Masterlist

Credits to @mrhoemazzello for the beautiful header.

Started: 8th April 2020

Last Updated: 23rd February 2021 - 00:27 am GMT

Number of Works: 15

Jamestown

Series

Samuel Castell - A Field of Flowers

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Gwilym Lee x Reader

Since I’ve Been Lovin’ You (Bo Rhap writing event)

Queen

Imagines

Confidence - Brian May x Reader

56 notes · View notes

leah-halliwell92 · 5 years ago

Text

Nights With Memories

(Pic credit to @ylly22!!)

Summary: Sharon and Gwil have been dating for a bit over a year when Gwil introduces the idea to add a third to their relationship, Brian.

Prologue

Triad relationships...

Once known and seen as taboo are now a part of day to day life. Not a thing for everyone but accepted nonetheless. With this “new” revelation things for some relationships changed for the better. People tried and experimented with having a third. To see what it would be like to have a third in their relationship.

The unanimous rule that needs to be followed during, what has been called “The Trial”, this period is communication. Shocking bit of information to know...but it’s something that needs to happen. Maybe it needs to be more than with couples relationships.

‘It shouldn’t feel that way,’ she thought wiping a stray tear, ‘Communication should be as open not matter what,’ she thought again before giving herself a mental shake and returning her focus on the script in front of her.

Half an hour later she heard the sound of the door opening and two sets of footsteps coming in.

Sharon made a quick escape to the guest bedroom, leaving the newcomers to their space.

She looked at her packed bags sadly and sighed.

‘Mark said he found me a place and will most likely house me for as long as possible,’ she thought as she put the script away and make sure her bags are all packed before giving the space she’s in one last look.

Many, almost too many, things have happened between her and the couple outside. Any chance at a reconciliation to her are dead.

Tag List: @pansexualqueendarling, @queenattheopera, @brianandthemays, @theborhapboysawakenedmywhatever, @ramibabysgame20, @captain--americanna, @awkwardangelshezza, @avengerraven1023, @danadeacon, @pastywhiteperson, @readinghorn, @i-was-born-like-this, @redspecialstardust, @reedusteinrambles, @subbysharkbabe, @capan-devereaux, @bowieandqueen11, @bellamy1998, @reedusteinrambles, @simply-sams-things, @sincerelygmg, @brian-mayonnaise, @0hour9am, @toomuchtellyneck, @kimanne723, @kyleetheeditor, @glamrockmonarch, @rawyld, @queensdivas, @crazylittlethingcalledobsession, @rogertaylorsfalsettogivesmehives, @pheonixqueen07, @ohmybribri, @jennyggggrrr, @jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels, @painkiller80, @the-baby-bookworm, @fairestkillerqueenofall

#brian may #gwilym lee #taron egerton #colin firth #elton john #mark strong #Pedro pascal #kingsman film shoot #triad relationship #tags list may grow #brian x oc x gwil

26 notes · View notes

sokkas-first-fangirl · 5 years ago

Text

Hey guys!

Sokkas_First_Fangirl here: this blog is basically for my entire A/B/O universe over on AO3. If you have any questions, requests or prompts feel free to let me know! Ask box is open! ✨

11 notes · View notes

1917mcfly · 6 years ago

Text

velvet suits. || joe mazzello

I feel like I need to explain. I have a kind of a thing for Joe in suits especially velvet ones. When I decided and wrote this, nobody did an imagine of Joe in velvet suits. So yeah basically I wrote this to satisfy my needs lmao shsjdj it’s a shitty drabble but yeah feel free to write me something like a positive or negative feedback!!! lol okay here you go

You were sitting on the couch nibbling on your ice cream while watching a tv show. Well, to be honest, you weren’t paying much attention to the tv because your mind was thinking about Joe upstairs, getting prepared for the Critics’ Choice Awards. You wanted so badly to see what type of suit he decided to wear but nope, you weren’t allowed to.

“It’s a surprise” he said.

With an huff you got up from the couch, put the empty ice cream cup on the coffee table in front of the couch and headed upstairs. “Joe, can I come in now? Please.” you begged him, hand ready on the doorknob.

“Sure baby, just give me one sec.” You rolled your eyes. “Okay you can come.”

But, right just when you entered your shared bedroom and your eyes landed on his figure, your jaw dropped. There he was, standing near the tall mirror wearing black shoes, slacks, a white button up shirt with a bow tie but mostly important, a fucking red velvet suit.

“Babe, do you like what you see?” he said a bit unsure. You walked closer to him and put your hands on his chest and arms, running your fingers and touching the soft material. Then you pulled him for a kiss.

“I love this. I genuinely love this. You should wear velvet suits often, you look handsome. And sexy. Honestly Joseph, I really want to fuck you right now.” With that, he began to laugh and wrapped one hand on your waist while the other was resting on your ass cheek, squeezing it.

“Well, I was planning on doing that later. I knew you’d like this.” he smirked. “Can’t wait for your return then” you smiled and kissed him again, this time deeply.

“Now go or you’re going to be late. I’ll be watching you on tv.” you untangled yourself from his arms and headed to the door of your bedroom. “Oh and when you’ll come back home, there will be a surprise for you too baby. I think you have to unwrap it or well, her, yourself.” you winked at him and left the room.

“Oh my, the things you do to me woman!” Joe groaned loudly enough to let you hear. You giggled.

247 notes · View notes

bensbuttercup · 6 years ago

Text

Operation: “Stickys” Situation

K-9 Officer!Ben AU Part One

Summary: Tatum has grown up knowing all the in’s and out’s of the NYPD, growing up with a father an a number of extended family members working in some of the most specialized divisions of the Department. However, Tatum made one rule to herself: never date one of your dad’s officers. K-9 Officer Hardy puts that rule to the test.

Pairing: K-9 Officer!Ben Hardy x OC

Word Count. 5,281

Thank you to the amazing Claire ( @the-claire-bitch-project ) for putting up with me bouncing ideas off her and for beta reading my work for me. You always inspire me to keep writing even when things may seem a little tough. Thank you for being the big sister I needed on this ride through life.

Tatum sat on the cool tile floors of the K-9 Kennel, her legs crossed as she held tightly to the end of the red, white and blue Kong rope that the dog in front of her was currently pulling on. She felt some of the skin on her hands starting to become raw from all the pulling she was doing but it wasn’t anything that cocoa butter couldn’t fix later. She felt the white German Shepherd give a particularly strong pull on the rope and her butt lifted off the ground while the rope was pulled out of her hands. She landed back on to the floor with an ‘oof’, and before she had any time to think she had a hundred pound mass of white fur on top of her.

“Sticks!” She laughed playfully pushing his face away from hers, but it was no hope. She already had a wet pink tongue spreading slobber all over her face and the lenses of her glasses. She groaned and tried to roll away from the dog, but he followed, leaning down to lap at her cheek that wasn’t now pressed into the floor. To anyone else the sight of a twenty-year-old face down on the floor with an over excited German Shepherd on top of them would have probably been quite odd, but it was the norm for Tatum.

“Sticks! Platz!” Tatum suddenly felt the weight off her back and was able to roll over, pushing herself up on her forearms. She pulled her shirt hem down over her slightly exposed stomach and squinted through her smudged glasses to see who had walked in. Across the room Sticks now laid in front of two pairs of work boots. Through her she could see that one pair was old and worn, days of working on the streets and chasing criminals down the alleyways of the city had clearly been spent in those boots. The other was new, shiny, the few scratches signaling that they had seen the streets but they were yet to be truly used for their intended purpose.

Carefully, Tatum reached up to wipe most of the slobber off her lenses before her eyes trailed up the legs that were in the newer boots. He wore the same uniform her father used to come home every day in, the fabric pulled tight over the bulletproof vest worn under it. The name tag on his chest read ‘HARDY’ and Tatum was sure she had heard the name before but was never able to put a face to it.

On the other hand, Ben was looking at something completely different, just as lost in Tatum as she was in him. Ben had heard the laughing from down the hallway of the kennel as he was walking to meet his new partner with Officer Buchanan at his side. “You know how much money the city put into these dogs?” He asked Ben with a straight face. “You should consider yourself lucky that you’re getting one of these dogs fresh into K-9.”

Ben was one of the newer officers on the force, moving straight from the patrol until in Queens into Special Operations K-9 meant someone had put a good word in for him, and he was incredibly thankful for the opportunity. He was 26 and was working his way up the chain of command, a number of future promotions already in his line of sight. As they moved closer to the end of the hallway Ben realized that the sound of their heavy work boots thumping on tile floors was beginning to be drowned out by high pitched laughter coming from inside the kennel. “Must be Tatum again,” Officer Buchanan sighed as he scanned his ID to unlock the door.

Tatum? Ben had heard plenty about the Commissioner's daughter and had seen the countless pictures hung up in the office, but he was yet to meet her face to face. When the door to the kennel opened Ben was met with one of the most shockingly adorable sights he had ever seen. On the floor there was a girl with a head of messy strawberry-blonde hair, laying on her stomach with large white dog licking her face. She was trying to playfully push the dog away but he kept lapping at any available skin he could find to cover in slobber.

“Sticks! Platz!” Ben heard the commissioner say from next to him. As soon as the words were spoken the white dog was off the girl on the floor and he was laying at Buchanan’s feet. Ben watched as Tatum wrinkled her nose and rolled on to her back before pushing herself up on to her forearms. He felt his breath catch in the back of his throat as he watched her grab the ends of her long sleeve shirt, a small amount of the smooth skin of her stomach being exposed, while she wiped a majority of the slobber off her face. She had a wide smile and looked up to the commissioner with a shrug while she stood up.

“Sorry Dad,” she mumbled, fishing a foil packet out of her pocket. Ben’s eye followed her hands and read the label on the packet, ‘disposable lense wipe’, not a condom. He bit his lip to keep from laughing at his own thoughts before looking up to see who he now assumed was Tatum, pulling her brown glasses off her face. He watched her pink lips move as she had a conversation with her father, although he wasn’t quite sure what they were talking about. He was too easily distracted by the spots of slightly darker skin that dotted her face, he noticed she had the most freckles around her nose, the dotting becoming less crowded as his eyes trailed across her cheeks.

“It’s Ben right?” Hearing his name caused Ben to look in front of him where Tatum was sliding her glasses back on to her face, tucking loose strands of hair back into her low bun. Ben nodded feeling the blush creep on to his cheeks. Had they been talking to him him this entire time and he just didn’t realize?

“Me? I- umm, yes!” Ben stumbled over his words. “Sorry, yes I’m Ben.” he quickly pulled his hand out of his pocket and held it out. He heard Tatum let a small breath of air followed by a quiet laugh slip past her lips while she shook his hand. He hoped she didn’t realize how nervous he was, he didn’t think his hands were clammy so he was off to a good start.

“Well, Ben,” she dropped his hand far too soon, “I’m Tatum.” The smile she wore was kind and genuine. It made Ben feel a type of warm inside he had never really felt before, the kind he would call butterflies in his stomach when he was younger. It fell silent between the two and Clint Buchanan cleared his throat causing the pair of young adults to turn and look at him.

“I have other men to introduce to their new partners,” he looked between Ben and Tatum before his eyes landed on his daughter. “I think if anyone here is qualified to tell you anything about Sticks its Tatum.”

“Dad,” she groaned, her eyes rolling as she kicked the ground in front of her with her vans.

“Ben, don’t let her convince you otherwise,” Ben looked over to where Tatum was still looking at the ground while they talked about her. “She has been at this kennel with him every day since he got dropped off here eleven months ago. Actually,” Clint trailed off for a moment, “she asked of we could name him Marshmallow.”

“Dad!” Tatum’s head snapped up and she glared at her father. “We agreed we would never talk about that again!” Her cheeks were also becoming red. Ben realized that her blush made the freckles even more prominent, it was a sight he could get used to seeing.

“Imagine that one,” Clint clapped Ben on the back while he turned towards the door, “Officer Hardy and his partner Marshmallow,” he laughed loudly while pulling the door open. “If you have any more questions about him ask Tatum.” With that the metal door of Stick’s kennel closed leaving Ben and Tatum alone. The two were barely three feet apart, yet neither made the effort to move further away from the other.

“Marshmallow?” Ben’s eyes widened realizing he had said that out loud and he immediately reached a hand up to cover his mouth. Tatum’s head snapped up after hearing Ben snicker the word. Her eyes narrowed at him before she stepped closer, closing the gap between the two of them. Her hands found their way to his chest and with a gentle shove Ben found his back against the wall, his hands bracing himself on the cool tiles. His breath hitched when Tatum left one hand on his chest the other falling to her side.

“If you ever, and I mean ever tell Gwil or Joe about that I promise you they will not find your body.” She spoke in a smooth tone. She was close, too close. Close enough for Ben to start counting individual freckles on her nose and cheeks, the ones around her lips. He found himself resisting the urge to reach up and trace the marks across her soft skin with his finger, to watch her blue eyes flutter closed under his gentle touch.

He looked down to where her hand rested on his chest, it was firm but gentle. She was putting just enough pressure for him to feel her touch through through his bulletproof vest. It was letting him know she was in front of him, touching him.

“I umm-- wow,” Ben choked out looking up into Tatum’s eyes for the first time. “You’re pretty, strong. Pretty and strong. Can we-- lunch?” Ben squeezed his eyes shut after he had finally gotten some form of his question out.

Tatum moved her hand off his chest, “you wanna go get lunch?” She wondered.

“Only if you want to!” Ben replied a little bit too fast. “You don’t have to get lunch with me! Only get lunch with me if you want to.” Ben closed his eyes and took a deep, long breath in. He held the air in his lungs until it started to burn before letting the air out his nose in a steady stream. Soon Ben was speaking with his eyes still closed, “what I meant to say was if you want to get lunch one day I would like that.”

When she saw Ben’s eyes open again Tatum was met with one of the most beautiful shades of green she had ever seen. His eyes were searching her’s nervously, waiting for her to answer his question. Before she could assure Ben that he didn’t need to be this nervous around her a big, furry body was pushing its way between their almost too close bodies. “Sticks,” Tatum groaned as the white dog jumped up to try and lick her face.

“Beruhigen,” Ben spoke strongly. Tatum smiled watching the dog settle between her and Ben’s bodies, listening to the command without a second though.

“See!” She looked from Sticks to Ben, a wide smile on her face, “your training paid off! You are one of the first people I have ever seen who has gotten their dog to listen that fast.” She saw the grateful smile Ben gave her, his shoulders relaxing slightly with the compliment. “Maybe I should get lunch with you,” she spoke thoughtfully, “you can teach me a few of your tricks.”

Tatum walked over to where her backpack sat by the door, opening the front pocket to pull out a post it before pulling a pan out of the cup pocket on the side. “That’s my number,” she held the paw print shaped piece of paper out to Ben, numbers written neatly in purple ink. “Text or call me and we can make plans.” She picked her backpack up before turning around to where Ben was running his hand over Stick’s head. “Just so you know, I usually have a policy of not dating my dad’s officers.”

“I can- we can forget this happened,” Ben mumbled. Tatum saw the frown growing on his face and shook her head as she walked over to the blonde officer again. She rested a hand on his forearm before leaning in and placing a quick peck on his cheek. She watched as his cheeks heated again and he cleared his throat, looking anywhere in the room but at her.

“No, sometimes you gotta make exceptions,” Tatum shrugged and turned around, walking towards the door. “Ya’ know you’re pretty special Ben Hardy, hope you know that.” With that Tatum walked out of the kennel , leaving Ben alone and flustered with his new partner and a pink paw print post it with his boss’ daughter’s phone number on it.

“Why can’t you just tell me!” Tatum was walking into The Club when she heard the familiar voice fill the mostly empty space. She was greeted by the usual bartender who handed her a glass with her usual drink in it, a lemon blueberry vodka spritzer. She carefully set her backpack down in the coat room before continuing past the lobby and into the main dining room.

At their usual table, the last row to the left three tables back from the front row, Tatum saw Gwilym and Bellamy already munching on appetizers, their first dinks almost empty. “You know that we keep work at work Bells,” Gwil moved a hand to Bellamy’s thigh and rested it there. His thumb was rubbing gentle circles into her leg and Tatum felt herself smile. She had grown up with Gwil, knowing him since before she was born, and seeing him finally in love after a few rocky break ups and unfaithful partners made her happy. Gwil and Bell’s relationship also gave her hope that she too would find the one.

Once they realized Tatum was in the room Gwil looked over and gave her a smile while Bell was still pouting, but her hand came to rest over the one that was on her thigh. “You okay Tater Tot?” Gwil asked as Tatum sat down, sliding her chair in.

“Me?” Tatum checked her phone a final time, looking for a text from Ben before setting it face down on the table. Gwil’s eyes carefully followed her motions before flicking back to her face before he sighed. He carefully moved his hand from Bell’s thigh and folded them on the table, resting his chin on his interlaced fingers.

“Yes you,” Gwil playfully rolled his eyes. “Which boy do I need to talk to?” He asked, watching Tatum take a sip of her drink before she looked to him again.

“Nobody,” she responded smoothly. Tatum grew up around all types of police officers, but one thing she never learned how to do was lie. She was absolutely awful at lying and she knew it. So, when Gwil narrowed his eyes at her she took a deep breath, “don’t worry Uncle Gwil.”

“You and I both know it’s not nobody Tatum Grace,” he sat up a little bit straight while Tatum leaned back in her chair, “where’s he from.”

“Not from here, that’s for damn sure,” she mumbled under her breath. Tatum knew exactly what Gwil was doing and she wasn’t going to be happy if she let him win that easy.

Bellamy rested a hand on Gwil’s bicep and squeezed gently, “he just worries about you honey,” she added. “He just wants what’s best for you.” Tatum knew if anyone wanted the best for her it was Gwil and Bellamy. Since the pair had started dating nearly four years ago, Bellamy has become the big sister she had never had, guiding her through the end of high school and the start of college. The pair would often go out to dinner on their own and talk for hours, or Gwil would walk into his home after a long shift and see the two curled up together under a blanket watching movies. He was glad that two of the most important women in his life had become close and he often expressed that to Tatum, especially when they had gone ring shopping together weeks earlier.

“You’ll know who he is,” Tatum downed the rest of her drink and went to stand up to ask for another. Gwil shook his head and motioned for her to sit back down.

“You’re still only twenty, lucky they let you drink here, and you know my one drink rule.” Gwil wasn’t playing today apparently. Tatum let out a frustrated groan before turning to Bell with pleading eyes.

“If we’ll know him then we’ll be able to tell you if he has good intentions, Tatum. Gwil already has enough gray hair don’t make it worse with the worrying he’ll do over this.” Tatum listened to Bellamy speak carefully and ran the words over in her head before gently slamming her glass back down on the table.

“Fine,” Tatum crossed her arms, “he works in Special Ops.” Tatum knew only giving that away wouldn't be too much and could still leave her wiggle room to talk herself out of the conversation if she needed it.

“Thank you Tatum,” Gwil ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated with her. “Now we are dealing with bomb squad, coastguard, the pilots, counter-terrorism, should I keep going?” Bell’s hand around Gwil’s arm tightened and she leaned into him more to whisper something in his ear. Tatum couldn’t hear what it was but Gwil closed his eyes and nodded slowly before taking a deep breath.

“Tatum honey, he doesn’t mean to be rude he just had a long day at work and we really don’t need to walk circles around something that is just going to be discovered regardless.” Bell’s eyes softened as she watched a crease form between Tatum’s eyebrows, the younger girl pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Fucking fine but-”

“Language,” Gwil tiredly pulled on the roots of his hair, his eyes still closed.

“Fine!” Tatum huffed annoyed that this was even happening, “but first you promise not to tell my dad!”

“Tatum, I hardly see him anymore and I have too many cases right now to even consider getting you in trouble with him,” Gwil was tired of the attitude he was getting from Tatum. He was tired from work, he was just tired, and all he wanted to do was go home and snuggle with Bell. He didn’t need the added stress of this conversation.

After realizing just how tired Gwil was Tatum looked to Bell with a sorry expression before sighing, “he works in SOD K-9, Officer Hardy, Ben Hardy.”

Gwil suddenly stopped pulling on his hair and a small smile grew on his face while he looked across the table to Tatum, “you're kidding?” He asked. “The only other one from across the pond?” Gwil wanted to make sure he had the right Officer.

“Yes,” Tatum felt her cheeks growing hot under Gwil and Bell’s gazes. Tatum had a couple boyfriends in the past, but none of them were around long enough for her to introduce them to her family, let alone her extended, yet unrelated family.

“The blonde one?” Bell wanted to clarify for herself. When Gwil nodded Tatum watched the smile on Bellamy’s face grow, her hands coming up to hold her own cheeks.

“He’s twenty-five Tatum,” Gwil pinched the bridge of his nose. Tatum bit her lip, she knew he was older than her, she just wasn’t aware it was five years older, “you’re twenty.”

“You’re thirty-two and Bell is twenty-six,” Tatum shook her head, “your argument is therefore invalidated.” Tatum watched as Gwil ran over what he was going to tell her next in his head. He opened his mouth with no words coming out a couple times before he settled on what he wanted to say.

“But,” he started, “Bells is out of college, she has a real job! The gap means less when you’re older Tatum.” Tatum wanted to respond, she wanted to argue but she understood that Gwil had been stressed at work lately, that new cases had been flowing in multiple times a day. He could only take so many he he was only able to distribute them out to other officers so fast.

“Okay Uncle Gwil,” Tatum bit her bottom lip to keep herself from tearing up like she had wanted to. She thought Ben would be everything anyone wanted in her significant other, but apparently he wasn’t.

Tatum watched as Bell put her hand back on Gwil’s arm and leaned in to kiss the shell of his ear before pulling back again and looking at her. Tatum had lost her appetite and was no longer thinking about what she would be wearing on her first date with Ben, but was now trying to figure out how to tell him she wasn’t interested anymore.

“Oh c’mon Tater Tot,” Bell watched as Gwil reached a hand across the table but Tatum shook her head, sinking further into her chair. Bell squeezed Gwil’s arm feeling the hurt radiate off of him, Tatum was his pride and joy, the closest to a daughter he would probably ever have. From past experience Bell knew that hurting her was slowly killing Gwil on the inside.

A few seconds later Tatum pushed her chair out and stood up, setting her napkin down on the back of her chair. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” she addressed the couple in front of her before picking her phone up and darting to the closest ladies room. Bell sighed and kissed Gwil’s neck while he watched Tatum disappear.

“You were a little bit harsh on her honey,” Bell murmured, “she was so excited I could see it when she walked in.”

“I know,” Gwil angrily pulled on his hair again, a dissatisfied groan rolling past his lips, “I saw her face fall and I knew I fucked up.” Bell hummed and ran her hand down Gwil’s arm to hold his hand in hers.

“Don’t beat yourself up, please,” Bell knew if she didn’t intervene now it would become a heavier issue later. “We’ll talk about it at home honey and we’ll figure out what’s gonna happen then, but for now I’m gonna go talk to her. Yeah?” Gwil nodded in response as Bell kissed his cheek once more before standing up and walking towards the bathroom.

Tatum heard the door open and she quickly shoved her phone back in her pants pocket before starting the sink, trying to make it appear that she was just washing her hands before returning to the table. Her hands shook under the warm flow of water, and she felt someone walk up behind her. “You know he just wants what’s best for you, right?” Bell spoke quietly.

“Everyone wants what’s best for me,” Tatum replied, “so I can’t be mad at him because he has the right intentions. I just hope he realizes that I’m still going to lunch with Ben, and if it doesn’t work out then he was right.”

“I was going to tell you to just go out with him,” Bell’s smile grew wider as Tatum turned the sink off. She dried her hands on her jeans before turning around to face Bellamy, “I met Gwil when I was twenty-one. So, I wasn’t much older than you. He just doesn’t like watching you grow up, it’s hard.”

“It can be hard!” Tatum stomped a foot not knowing any other way to get her anger out in the moment. “He knows how tough I’ve had it with relationships, he should be happy I’m interested in someone! Someone he knows for fuck’s sake!”

“Shh,” Bell just didn’t want Tatum raising her voice too much where Gwil would hear, “you have to talk to him, Tatum.”

“Will he listen?” Tatum asked. “Because he hasn’t been lately, and I get work is stressful but he can’t take that out on me!” Tatum took in a shaky breath and looked up at Bell again, her lip pulled between her bottom teeth.

“You think I’m not stressed?” Bell reached out for one of Tatum’s hands and squeezed it gently. “You think you won’t be stressed if you start dating Hardy, Tatum? You of all people should know the stress the job has, the stress that being close to someone with that job. Some nights when Gwil gets called in I’m up until he’s home and I know it’s the same with your dad.” Bell swallowed thickly.

“Yeah but he shouldn’t try and stop me from dating him,” Tatum added.

“You’re right, he shouldn’t, but he doesn’t want you getting hurt, you are like the daughter he doesn’t have and he just wants you happy, he doesn’t want you stressing. When we go back out he’s probably going to apologize, let him, and don’t argue because he means it.” Bell told Tatum sternly.

“Fine,” Tatum didn’t argue this time either.

“Sometimes you two are the same person, I swear, it isn’t easy dealing with both of you,” Bell mumbled while she pulled Tatum into a hug. “And you’re the same height as me? Oh god you really are getting too old.” Tatum refused to drop Bell’s hand as the pair started walking back into the dining room where Gwil was waiting with the main course, the food so far untouched.

Once the pair reached the table Tatum dropped Bell’s hand and walked around the other side to wrap her arms tightly around Gwil. “I love you Uncle Gwil,” she mumbled squeezing him tighter, “thank you for everything you do for me.” Tatum swore she heard Gwil stop breathing for a minute when she squeezed him extra tight.

“I-I love you too Tater Tot,” Gwil pulled back slightly to kiss Tatum’s temple before she moved back to her seat across the table. “I’m sorry I overreacted, Ben is an amazing Officer and I’m sure he’s make an even better boyfriend.” Tatum felt a smile spread across her face with Gwil’s words and she laughed lightly looking at him, slightly shocked.

“You’re kidding?” She asked, shocked with Gwil’s confession. “What changed your mind?” Tatum was genuinely curious and wanted to know how a few minutes alone had changed Gwil’s thought process so drastically.

“I have respect for Officers his age who are able to see so much so young and still stay composed and still come to work every day and tackle whatever they’re given,” Gwil sipped his second drink. “I was in his position once Tatum, and I know someone like him can only want what’s best for you.” Tatum noticed that Gwil was hesitating, that he wanted to say more but wasn’t sure if he should. It was one of his signature moves, his eyebrows would knit together and a small frown would form on his face while he considered if saying how he felt was worth it.

“And?” Tatum urged him to continue, wondering what he was holding back on.

“ I think that you two-” Gwil was cut off by Tatum’s text tone ringing through the empty dining room. Her eyes flickered briefly to her phone which was face down before moving back to look at Gwil, her heel tapping anxiously on the ground. “Check it Tatum,” Gwil rolled his eyes. Tatum let out a breath and her left hand reached out to pull her phone off the corner of the table.

Tatum saw that it was a picture from an unknown number and unlocked her phone, opening her messages. The image that she saw caused her to ‘aww’ out loud, confusing both Gwil and Bellamy. It was a picture of Sticks, laying on a large dog bed, a stuffed cow under his chin. The text bubble signaling that the person was still typing appearing under the picture. A second later another chime rang in the otherwise quiet room.

‘I miss you and can’t wait to see you soon for lunch! If it’s not too soon I’d love to see you again tomorrow!’ Tatum bit her lip to contain her smile, knowing the message was from Ben.

“It’s definitely Hardy,” Gwil mumbled over his glass of Scotch, his hands gripping the glass tightly. “What’d the fucker say, Tatum?” He asked. Tatum sighed and handed Bell her phone letting the couple across from her see the picture and message. She carefully watched for both their reactions, Bellamy being the first to have a wide smile spread across her while while she turned to Gwil. Tatum was most nervous for his reaction as she knew her father had already expected her and Ben to get together when he first left them alone in the kennel. Tatum already had approval from the most important man in her life, now she just needed it from the second.

Gwil slid Tatum’s phone back across the table a few seconds later before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, “God Tatum, Hardy is more of a dork than I first thought.” Bellamy giggled and leaned her head on Gwil’s shoulder, happy that he was finally accepting that Tatum was growing up.

“Oh my god,” Tatum looked down to her phone again, her thumbs hovering over her keyboard, “what do I tell him?” She had gone out on a few dates, but nothing ever too serious, and she had surely never been this nervous to accept a lunch offer from someone before. “Do I just say yes?”

Gwil’s soft smile told Tatum that he was happy for her and his response assured her that he was also happy to help guide her through this part of her life, “tell him that tomorrow isn’t too soon and ask where he was thinking you could eat?” Gwil suggested. Bellamy’s nod confirmed that it was a good response and Tatum quickly typed it out before sending it.

Not even a minute later Tatum’s phone dinged again and she picked it up, “He said that he was thinking he could cook for me!” Tatum looked up and both Gwil and Bellamy looked shocked. She had never had a boy offer to cook for her and by the looks of it the guy cooking lunch wasn’t a usual first date suggestion.

“Oh my god, Tatum. God has gifted you with an amazing man,” Bell replied looking up to Gwil who rolled his eyes before leaning in to peck her lips. “Ask him if twelve thirty is a good time for him.”

“Twelve thirty?” Tatum asked.

“It’s not too later but still early enough to give you both a little extra time to get to know each other,” Bellamy gave Tatum a playful eyebrow wiggle causing her to look down with a slight blush, typing out the question.

“Not like that!” Tatum mumbled out while she watched the dots that indicated Ben was typing pop up. “‘Perfect’”, Tatum started to read his response, “‘just wear something comfy! No reasons to dress up.’” She locked her phone and looked up to Gwil with a grateful smile. “Thank you Uncle Gwil, for always wanting what’s best for me.” Gwil just nodded in response while reaching a hand out across the table for Tatum to take. He had seen her get her heart broken before and if he trusted anyone with his Tatum’s heart it was the kind hearted, blonde K-9 Officer he had helped promote himself the month before.

Tag list

@the-claire-bitch-project @onceuponadetectivedemigod @the-baby-bookworm @a5-24-ah @nomadsgrogers @codycasperky2 @sweetjellytine @whatwouldidowithoutgeorgeluz @wonderful-th @joalsglasses @a-t-l-a-a-s

#ben hardy #ben hardy fan fiction #ben hardy x oc #ben hardy imagine #cop!ben hardy #gwilym lee #gwil lee #joe mazzello #rami malek #lucy boynton

105 notes · View notes

thepinkseat-askthemoonbunny · 3 years ago

Text

Moodboard/aesthetic board for Gwil cuz reasons

#moodboard #canva #tolkien #oc #original character #oc: gwilwileth mithruien #oc: gwil #the silmarillion #silmarillion #silm oc #jrr tolkien #aesthetic #jewel thief

4 notes · View notes

borhap-au · 5 years ago

Text

Girlfriend on a period. Gwilym Lee fanfic.

You were sitting in your room all by yourself, not wanting to see anyone. You were actually hiding under the quilt, with your phone, craving snacks. It was one of those days. And for exactly that reason you couldn’t stand anyone’s presence. Your family knew not to bother you. They knew how annoyed you were on your period. But there was one person ”new” enough not to know it. Gwilym.

He was your boyfriend for just a few weeks, and he generally managed not to see you on those days, you were both busy, so you were just texting. And over a text you always managed to be nice and funny as always. But you couldn’t control your face expressions and the tone of your voice in anyone’s presence. So when he came to your house without a warning, your mother advised him to come back home.

”What is it, ma'am? Is she mad at me?” he asked her concerned.

”No, no, don’t worry about it, Gwilym. She’s just... Having those days. She doesn’t usually like seeing anyone then. Not even her friends come here when she’s moody” he chuckled quietly.

”Don’t worry, ma'am. Maybe she won’t bite me” he joked and your mom opened the door to let him in.

”You’re coming in here at your own risk” she joked, but he shook his head.

“Not yet, ma'am. I wasn’t prepared. I’ll be back soon” he said and walked away while your mother looked at him surprised, but then closed the door and shrugged it off.

Meanwhile your mom went to your room to warn you in a way that you’re going to have visitors. She knocked on your door and came in.

“Yeah?” you muttered from under the quilt.

“Gwilym came by” you immediately panicked. You weren’t looking right for a new boyfriend to look at you. “He said he’s going to come back soon.”

You stuck your head out of your hiding and looked around. He really wasn’t here. You sighed with relief and put the quilt away. You were still in your pajamas.

“Did he say when he’s going to be back?” you asked your mom, looking through your clothes.

“No, he didn’t. But I would suspect a few minutes, twenty tops” you nodded and she put a few of your things into the drawers, to help you clean the room for a visitor, while you went to the bathroom to dress yourself in some jeans and a hoodie. It was not a day to look fancy. You didn’t wash your hair, so you made a ponytail and applied some foundation on your face. You didn’t even have the strength to do anything else.

When you came back to your room, you tidied your room fast and then waited. Two or three minutes later, Gwilym was at your door with flowers and a bag from a store.

“Hey” he smiles and kisses your lips. You kissed him back and smiled lightly. Even in your current condition, it was still nice to see your boyfriend. His sweet face made you forgot about the awful pain for some time.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I found out about your current state” you rolled your eyes and smiled a bit.

“Yeah, my mom told me she let you know. I apologize in advance if I will be moody or snarky” he smiled widely at your comment, as if it was very funny to him. You were sure he didn’t laugh only because he thought you would be mad at him for it.

“It’s alright. I got you a few things” he said and reached for the bag. You raised your brow.

“’Things’? What do you mean ‘things’? You weren’t supposed to buy me anything. And the flowers would really be enough” you protested. You liked little gifts, but also felt bad when he spent any money on you.

“Don’t worry about it. Here” smiled and officially gave you the flowers. You took them and stood up to put them in a vase.

“Those are really beautiful. I love them. Thank you” you smiled to him. “I’ll be right back” and you went to the bathroom to get some water for the plants and short after you came back. Gwilym was smiling at you and tapped the place on the bed next to him.

“Come back here. This isn’t the end yet” you sighed and put the vase away. Then you went to sit next to him and looked at him biting your lip. “Make a basket of your hands” you did that. “Well, I wasn’t really sure what you need, so here you are” he put tampons and a few different kinds of pads in your hands. You chuckled.

“Thank you. That’s really thoughtful of you. I appreciate that” you put those gifts on your bedside table. “I’m sure they’ll be useful.”

You wouldn’t say it out loud, but you were very happy to have a boyfriend who isn’t scared to buy tampons or pads. Some men avoid that section in a shop as if they could get period there themselves. You were glad Gwil was beyond that.

“Good then, I’m glad. And here” he gave you chocolate. You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“You will be eating it as well” you warned him.

“Alright. And those” he gave you some painkillers.

“Oh, this is a wonderful gift. I needed them so much today and they were none at home. Thank you. Really” you hugged him tightly and he hugged you back, petting your head.

“I’m glad I could help somehow. I know this is pretty basic, I’m not too creative with the choice, but my uncle always used to say that if you buy those things to a woman on her period, that would make her happy. And I wanted to make you happy. I really hope it worked” you smiled widely and kissed him. He obviously kissed you back.

“Yes, it worked. It’s great, thank you, honey” you pet his cheek. Later on you started talking about everything and anything and it actually made you forget about the pain for a while. And as soon as you felt stronger pain, you took the painkillers he brought you.

He was sitting with his back against the headpost of your bed, while you were sitting between his legs, leaning on him. He massaged your abdomen to help you get a relief from the pain. He also planted little kisses on you cheek, neck and shoulder. As soon as the pain stopped, he moved his hands to pet the side of your body, your hand, your head. He was caressing you gently, making sure you felt good, but not crossing any lines that would make you feel uncomfortable during this time. Later on, he suggested watching a movie. You chose Disney. During your period, you only watched Disney. Or Hanna-Barbera.

“But I’m warning you now. I’m definitely going to cry” he smiled a bit hiding his lips in your hair.

“Then I’ll hug you tightly to make sure you’re alright again” and that was the exact moment you thought that maybe having a visitor during period isn’t that bad. Especially since your boyfriend was goals.

“You know what I’m thankful for? That you don’t make fun of me, like a lot of boys do when their girlfriends are on their period” you smiled a bit to him.

“Honey, I’m an adult. And I do agree, men should me more understanding towards girls during those days. I don’t know how much pain you feel, but honestly, having to feel that for three, five days? Having to check your trousers every now and then? Being mad or sad without other reason than hormones freaking out? And all of that to one day make an entire human being from a scratch. Darling, women are the real superheros to me. You are my personal Capitan Marvel” you were blushing so hard you needed to hug him and hide your face from him.

“You are amazing. Thank you.”

“I didn’t do anything. You are the hero here” he smiled and kissed your head.

63 notes · View notes

brian-roger-deaky-and-fred · 5 years ago

Text

All the Places: Part II (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Summary: Roger always had a thing for Brian’s younger sister but when she ran away from home, He thought he’d lost his chance. Two years later, when he randomly runs into her in a bar, it seems he was wrong.

Warnings: Angst (Happy Ending), Cursing, Kissing, the Reader Mentions Being Treated Badly by Men

A/N: I hope you enjoy this! More Fill in the Blanks is in the works! It’s going to be so good!

*************************

The morning after.

Y/N felt like her head was going to explode. It was throbbing as the drug wore off, along with the remnants of her tipsy-ness. Groaning, she turned over in bed, her eyes landing on Roger, who looked angelic with large strokes of sunlight slipping through the blinds and painting his skin. His lips were pink and upturned, eyelashes laying gracefully on his cheeks.

It came back to her suddenly. Images of her clinging to her brother's friend. Begging him to stay with her. Shame flooded her chest. She'd made a fool of herself in front of him again.

And he knew now, too. He knew everything. And he was going to tell Brian.

She couldn't be there when it happened. When her brother found out about all of the things she'd done.

Roger stirred in his sleep. Her stomach flipped. Groggily, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he lazily reached over to trail his knuckle up and down her spine. His touch was light and comforting, yet she flinched, shying away from him.

Roger frowned sleepily. She could see the concern etching itself on his brow when she glanced back at him. "R-Roger..." He raised his brows. "Would you mind...getting me some water?"

His eyes were wary. Almost suspicious. "Sure, dove."

The minute she heard Roger close the bathroom door, she bolted up from the bed. It seemed she had underestimated how shaky her legs would be. Her head spun as she searched to find where Roger had left her shoes. She ripped open closet doors, rummaged through the laundry room...it was no use. She didn't hear Roger come back with her water. He stood in the door way, watching her dig around.

"You looking for these, love?" Roger took a sip from the full glass, holding up the heels she had worn to the bar the night before. Y/N stood, her legs wobbly as her brow furrowed.

"You hid them from me?"

"Why were you running?"

Anger flashed across her face, "You hid them from me!" She gave him a little shove. His expression went firm.

"Why were you running?! Huh?! Why the hell would you run? After everything!" The pain in his voice hurt her chest.

"Why are you trying to keep me here?!"

"For your family! For your poor goddamn brother! For you! Look at you! So eager to get away! So fucking eager to abandon the people trying to help you and get back to spreading your legs to whoever'll offer you enough to keep the lights on!" The moment the words left his mouth, Roger hated himself for saying them.

She was stunned.

"Y/N-"

"It's none of your fucking business what I do to keep the lights on you fucking disgrace." She ripped her shoes from his hand.

"Y/N, I didn't mean-"

"I'll tell you exactly why I'm running, Roger Taylor. I'm running because I don't care what kind of scum I have spread my legs for. It's better that spending another goddamn second with you."

Roger felt like he was going to throw up. "Y/N, please. Brian-"

"Brian is better off without me." Panic shot through Roger's chest as he thought back to his promise to Brian. I'll get her to you. She tried to shoulder past him but he caught her in his arms, ”Y/N-“

"No!"

"Y/N you can't do this-"

"No!" She tried not to let her face crumble as she pushed her fists against Roger's chest, unable to overpower him. "No! You don't get to fucking tell me what I can and can't do! You don't! Because you don't understand-"

"I do-"

"No you fucking don't!" He could see the tears welling in her eyes now as she pressed an accusatory finger against his chest. She was breaking."You don't know what it's like to starve! You don't know what it's like to have to give yourself to men who slap you and spit in your face. I don't need you to sit up here in your pent house and tell me I'm doing something wrong, Roger. I know I'm a disappointment. I've disappointed everyone I've ever loved."

Sobs wracked her body now as she spoke. Roger's eyes burnt with tears.

"You were the only one. The only one I felt like might have not fucked things up with. The only one that I didn't feel worthless around." Her legs trembled with emotion. Roger was basically holding her up at this point. "You were truly a friend to me back home.” She trembled and sobbed. "I cared about you so much. B-but then I kissed you and you wouldn't talk to me and I thought you hated me."

Roger felt his heart break in two.

"So I left. I left because it felt like everyone was pushing me away. So forgive me if I'm finally pushing back.”

Roger enveloped her in his arms, letting her sob into his chest as he stroked her hair, hushing her gently. She didn't fight him. They stood there for a long time. They stood there until the tears ran out. It was as if neither if them could speak. "The world seemed like such a beautiful place, Rog." Her voice was little more than a whimper.

"It is, sweetheart. I promise you, it is." He held her even tighter. He cradled her face to look up at him, sniffling as he brushed her tears away with his thumb. "There are just some not-so-beautiful people in it, is all." She nodded, weakly. He could feel her muscles begin to relax into his body warmth again. "I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N." Tears welled in his eyes as he choked on his words. "I could never hate you. Not for a second. I need you to know that." He swallowed thickly. "I was terrified. Terrified I'd hurt you or Brian." He sniffled. "When you left I...I didn't know what to do with myself."

Y/N took a shaky breath.

"You're right. I don't understand. I don't but I want to. I want to understand. Please. I want to help you. I want to make it better. Please. Please don't leave me again. Please don't leave."

Y/N froze, unsure with how to respond.

"Help me understand."

Y/N had been staying with Roger for a week now. Brian was horribly anxious to see her. Each day he'd call Roger, hopeful that he'd finally be able to meet up with them. Roger was wary, desperately over cautious in his attempts of not scaring her away. That's why fear bubbled in his stomach as he drove her to breakfast.

"You're quiet this morning," Y/N had teased. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

He hadn't told her about Brian. Sure, she knew Roger had called and talked to him. She'd made him promise he wouldn't tell Brian about all she'd done, and he hadn't. Brian hadn't spoken to his sister yet. Y/N had no idea she was about to see him face to face for the first time in years.

Roger was terrified. He was terrified she'd feel attacked. He was terrified she'd try and run again.

But he couldn't keep Brian from her forever.

Y/N laughed to herself, going on about a time her dad had accidentally used salt in the family's pancakes one morning instead of sugar, and since then, Brian had always made her take the first bite of things her dad had cooked. It was amazing what a week had done for her. A week of safety. A week of having food to eat and a warm place to stay at night. Even after just a week, there were times things were beginning to feel the way they used to between them. Roger's stomach turned as he thought of potentially losing that again.

The diner was decently full when they arrived. A family sat near the front entrance. A mother, father, and a baby, whose hands and cheeks were sticky with syrup. Roger saw Y/N smile at them as the baby laughed.

Roger saw her scanning the room she had always loved people so much. That was part of the reason it was so hard to see her so wary of everyone now a days. It was as if she'd been taken advantage of one too many times.

She smiled as she looked over the counter at the chef, who was turning a waffle iron, then to an old couple sitting near the back. They seemed so smitten with one another. Her heart warmed when she spotted them holding hands across the table. She turned to Roger, "Where do you want to sit?"

He took a deep breath, "Well, actually, I'm not going to be joining you this morning." She frowned, eyebrow quirking. Roger took her hand comfortingly, "You've got a breakfast date." He tilted his head past her shoulder to the back corner. She turned to look. Roger held his breath.

There, not twenty feet away, was her big brother sitting alone in a booth. She watched him for a moment, her stomach turning flips at the sight of him. He looked nervous as he gazed out the window, taking a short sip of coffee from a plastic mug.

Y/N swallowed thickly, feeling her throat close up a bit. Roger put gentle hands on her shoulders. It was taking every fiber of courage in her being not to run."Go see him, love." Roger whispered, giving her a little squeeze. "I'll be here."

Her heart was pumping in her chest. Her feet felt like they were made of lead, ”What do I even say to him, Rog...after all this time?"

He smiled sadly, "I think 'hello' might be a nice place to start."

She nodded, mouth dry as she mustered her strength. Every inch of her was prepared to be rejected. Scolded. But she was walking towards him.

Roger was frozen, praying to a god he had never believed in as he watched his friend walk towards her brother. She stopped in front of the booth. Rog could read her lips as she said his name.

The moment Y/N met her brother's eyes, Roger wanted to cry. Brian's entire face lit up as he stumbled to stand from the booth, his long legs getting tangled beneath it. And then his lanky arms were around her. Cradling her. She stiffened for a moment, taking in the feeling. Taking in the smell of home that lingered in his sweater. Roger felt his chest ache happily as she snaked her arms around him, hugging him back so tightly she could barely breathe. They stayed there for a long time as Roger watched Brian's eyes brim with hot tears.

The drummer watched as his friend scanned the room, finally meeting with his eyes. Roger couldn't hear the breathy sob that wracked Brian's long body as he mouthed a watery "thank you" to his friend. Roger grinned, a tear of his own tracking down his cheek. He would have carried that moment in his mind forever if he could.

The mending of a tear.

Roger got himself a booth across the room, watching happily as they caught up. He could tell they were both talking wildly fast. They both did that when they were excited. The waitress could barely get their attention to take their order. He even saw Brian pull a little piece of paper from his wallet and pass it to her. An ultrasound photo.

Even if it was just for a moment, everyone was happy again.

And Roger had never felt so relieved.

Y/N smiled to herself as the baby resting on her hip pressed his hand against the frost clinging to the living room window. She giggled as he pulled it back, studying his palm inquisitively before looking back up at her.

"That's cold isn't it?" She cooed, bouncing him a little. He was beginning to fall asleep, eyes growing droopy as she walked him around the room.

Roger took a sip of his coffee, feeling full and warm from dinner as he watched the scene. It wasn't long before Chrissy wondered back into the living room, smiling at the sight of her son clinging to her sister-in-law.

"Bed time?" She whispered softly, giving Y/N a wink. "Brian's getting a bottle ready for him."

Y/N ran a steady hand up and down the baby's back, admiring his peaceful features. "Sleep tight, love." She cooed, kissing his forehead as she cradled his neck, expertly moving him to his mother's shoulder without waking him.

Chrissy mouthed a silent, "Thank you", before making her way down the hall to Brian.

Y/N smiled to herself, wondering back over to the window. She studied the snow covered ground, the glowing yellow lights of the Christmas tree reflecting in the glass pane. Roger watched her passively, setting down his coffee mug to join her. His arms wrapped around her waist, head resting on her shoulder. The cold sunk through the window, nipping his nose pink as he enjoyed the view with her. For a long time, they were quiet. A content kind of quiet. You could nearly hear each snowflake tumbling through the air.

"Did you get me a present?" Roger teased, his breath warm against her cheek.

She giggled coyly. "I didn't. Father Christmas might have. You'll have to wait and see."

The blonde rolled his eyes, chuckling, "Well that doesn't seem fair," He mused, "I got you a gift and Father Christmas had nothing to do with it."

She laughed sweetly, leaning her head back against his shoulder, "That's alright," she whispered, "This enough of a gift."

"What's that?" Roger mumbled, meeting her eyes as she laid against his chest.

"Being here. Having a family again."

Roger nodded, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards, "Never knew you to be such a sap."

Y/N smirked at his teasing, "Guess you've made me go soft."

He chuckled, and the two were quiet again. His eyes refused to leave hers. He swallowed thickly, almost unable to look away. Y/N's pulse quickened, her breath going shallow. She prayed Roger couldn't feel it. Slowly, as if he were trying not to scare her away, Roger brought a gentle hand to her face, trailing a thumb over the curve of her jaw line.

She knew what he was about to happen. She could feel it. Still, somehow, it shocked her. His eyes hooded, flitting to her lips before meeting her eyes again. It happened slowly, as if he was trying to give her time to back out. To shove him away. To laugh it off, awkwardly.

But she didn't.

Her eyes fell closed as she let her body do the rest of the work. And his lips were soft. So soft and warm and slow against hers, and only then did she realize just how long it'd been since she was properly kissed, like this. His hand came to rest against her face, cradling it as he cautiously deepened his movements, getting lost in her. She hadn't noticed her hand finding it's way into his hair, pulling it ever so slightly as she buried her fingers in the soft blonde locks. He hummed the softest, almost blissful, moan against her. The sound sent heat down her spine. Only then did she think back to when she first kissed him. I tiny pang of fear shot through her, and her hands fell to her side as she stumbled backwards from him.

Roger's eyebrows knitted together with concern.Y/N swallowed thickly, "W-What was that for?"

Roger couldn't find the words. "I just...felt like it." His voice was little more than a hoarse whisper.

Y/Ns heart ached happily in her chest. She licked her lips nervously. Roger looked unsure of what to do next. "Rog?"

He met her eyes, his brow crooked.

"I-I...I want to do that, again." He nodded a little, chuckling softly.

The room was quiet, "O-Okay..."

She took a step towards him, "Close your eyes," She mumbled. His lashes fluttered as they fell against his cheeks. Carefully, and almost awkwardly, she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands found her waist, and he smiled, giving a breathy laugh. She held his chin in her hand sweetly, tilting his head down so she could meet his lips with her own. And she found herself wanting to stay that way forever, snug in his arms as his lips moved with her own. She could feel him smile against her as she let herself melt into him. Gently, he took a step towards her, letting her back press up against the wall behind them. Mustering her courage, she let her tongue graze against his lower lip. He groaned hand moving to hold her face as they fell deeper and deeper into each other. His teeth nipped, gently, at her lower lip, making her stomach flip as she let her fingertips play with the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

She was panting when she pulled away, cheeks flushed pink. Roger had concern behind his eyes, "Why'd you stop?"

Y/N thought for a second, suddenly distracted by how soft his features were. She shook her head, thinking for a moment before laughing. She buried her face in her hand. "I don't know."

He frowned, "What?"

She laughed again, "I don't know why I stopped. I think I forgot how to breathe for a moment."

Roger giggled, kissing her temple before letting his forehead fall to her shoulder. She hugged him tightly against her.

"I thought you didn't like me like that." She mumbled, softly.

"Of course I did. Hell, I've wanted to do that for two bloody years. Nearly three, now. You never said anything..."

Y/N chuckled, "Well, I would have if I had known you were such a good kisser."

He grinned, laughing as he pecked her lips again."I think that was the best Christmas gift anyone's ever gotten me." He teased, nuzzling his nose against hers.

"Little late though, wasn't I? Should have given it to you years ago.”

Roger breathed a laugh, his voice hot against her skin. "You were perfect, sweetheart.

Brian smiled as he sifted through his mail, tossing the rest of it to the side when he came across a postcard shoved into an envelope. It was a beautiful little thing, painted with the red and purple slopes of the Grand Canyon. Enclosed was a polaroid photo of Y/N, arms tucked snuggly around Roger as they posed for a picture in front of the canyon.

He smiled at the caption, written on the bottom in Y/N's messy scrawl.

We made it!

*************************

@demo-wise

@em-the-fandom-trashcan

164 notes · View notes