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ddiscodeaky · 5 years

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𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 - 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙧

prompt: roger constantly teases (y/n), all the time, even when she’s busy bartending her customers simply doing her job, (y/n) is obviously annoyed by him, but what she doesn’t know is that the frustrations she’s developed, is actually her falling for him.

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pairing: ben hardy!roger taylor x female!reader

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warnings: drinking, implications of sex

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a note: a little too quick for my liking, but nonetheless, enjoy!

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Roger, will you please quit bugging poor (Y/N) over there? If her looks could kill, you’d practically be dead by now.” Brian pleaded, wiggling through the strap of his guitar. The band was suiting up for tonight’s gig, getting their instruments in tune and everything in place.

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Roger was already done setting up, so of course he had nothing better to do but to go back to what he did best, amusing himself by buggering (Y/N).

Roger simply replied with a cheeky grin. “I just can’t help it, Bri. It’s adorable when her face scrunches up from how irritated she gets.”

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She was currently at the bar, serving drinks to those who were by the bar table. People were starting to come in, just in time to see the band play, and she was only starting to get busy. Normally, she would be the only one bartending during their shows and those nights tended to get crowded, as a result she’d have to tirelessly do her work in a hassle. However, Roger would find every opportunity to distract her in anyway possible and she’d be sent over the edge, having to attend to him and to fulfill the thirsts of her own customers simultaneously.

“Obviously, she doesn’t quite appreciate your horrible way of flirting.” Brian responded, rolling his eyes, dragging himself onto the average sized stage in order to tune his guitar. “Show starts in five, get up on here already, Rog.”

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“Just enough time for me.” Roger excused himself, dismissing the guitarist’s calls to come back. He held a playful smirk on his features as he meandered over to (Y/N) by the bar. Once she got his attention, she sent him a glare, ignoring the action once she had gotten another request for a drink.

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“Roger, if it’s not an emergency or an order for a drink, then it’s not a good time to talk to me right now.” The girl remarked, pouring the whiskey into the glass, without looking up at him. “Besides, don’t you have to be up there already?”

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“I have five minutes to spare.” He cooley replied, leaning against the mahogany bar table where she was behind, watching her do her job. For some reason, it interested him.“Perfect then, I had a drink that you owed me to discuss about.”

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“Roger, maybe later?” She suggested, gesturing over to the amount of orders she had to take from customers flooding in the bar.

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“Great, it’s settled. Drink later.” A sly smirk cascaded on his plump lips, once she had gazed up at him, trying to dismiss the somersaults in her stomach from his attractive features that she still didn’t want to believe they were. “With me.”

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“Roger.” She sternly called out, bringing her attention to the smile still playing on his lips, in which she desperately tried to snap out of her own stare. “I didn’t say I could. I might be working later.”

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He shrugged with no hesitation, trailing his eyes down her waist and up to her eyes with a corner of his lips tugged up. “Well, I did. So you definitely could.”

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With a charming smile and a gleam in his eyes, he hurried towards the stage just in time for their performance to begin. She furrowed her brows, still dazed in the flush of her cheeks, leaving her to drown in her wandering thoughts. There was a certain warmth in her chest, she couldn’t describe and for some reason she told herself it wasn’t supposed to be there. But it was after he would interrupt her with a stupid perverted joke, or those moments when she’d glance over to him and he’d already be sending her a smile she found endearing, or when he’d atrociously attempt to flirt with her to jokingly irritate her. For example, he would occasionally drape his arm across her shoulders, finding his hands around her waist from time to time, knowing all too well the girl despised it. Or at least she pretended like she did.

She supposed it was a little school girl crush, she’ll get over anytime soon, no big deal. The amount of girls she would see him with would help her getting over the feelings she held for him, he was bound to end up with someone evidently way more better than her. He was an attractive fellow anyway, especially when she watched him perform.

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(Y/N) was surrounded with people cheering and the loud music, as she watched the band play in admiration. Even if she constantly worked behind the bar, serving drinks, she was able to watch the band play keeping herself from getting too caught up in boredom.

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Her eyes drifted towards the drummer, not noticing she was discreetly staring at him. It was his toned arms moving aggressively when he would drum, along with the look of concentration displayed on his face, that made her irrestibly swoon. Once he had caught her eyes, he sent her another one of his mischievous smiles, his features turning upward into a smirk. She suppressed an annoyed eyeroll, making it up with a ghosted smile on her lips.

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The feelings she had for him were all over the place, filled with intense frustration yet bearing an infatuation for him she couldn’t understand.

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The night treaded on until the band had played their last song for the night, before the band had finally finished and the group headed to the dressing room. (Y/N) slipped off her apron, once the last person of the bar had exited the bar.

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Before the girl had agreed with calling it another night, she was already laid out on one of the bar’s couches, drinking the fifth shot along with Roger. She was serenaded with laughter, followed by her own uncontrollable fit of giggles.

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“You’re a bartender, b-but you don’t even,” Roger was interrupted by a serious laughter emitting from his mouth, unable to properly raise his glass to his lips. “Don’t even, drink. You barely do.”

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She furrowed her brows at him, replacing her look with a teasing grin. “Why is that so funny? Not funny, Rog.”

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“It’s ironic, love.” He slurred, sloshing the alcohol around in his glass before pressing it to his lips to take another sip.

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Her vision became hazy for a split second, gathering herself before looking up at his eyes. “You know what’s also ironic?”

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Roger hummed in anticipation, not even recognizing he had placed a rough hand on her thigh. “That you’re drinking right now?”

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She shook her head. “I pretend that I hate you with all my guts.” She released a serious of fit of laughter trying to holding a serious expression. She wasn’t fully aware of it at the moment, but she knew once she would awake the next day with an overpowering pain around her head, she’d regret what she would say next. “But I actually like you, a lot, I should say.”

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She could feel Roger freeze under his touch, his eyes slightly widening, “What was that?”

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“I.” She began, facing towards him, shifting a bit closer with every word. “Have.” Closer. “Developed.” A little closer. “feelings for you.”

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If she leaned in a bit more, she would only bump into him, and their lips would touch. Not like he’d mind, an evident smirk resting on his lips, enjoying it quite a lot. His breath fanned her face, breathing in the scent of alcohol and his own cologne.

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Their lips were already hovering, once he had murmured a response. “Is that so?”

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Roger leaned in, his hand resting on your neck, as he captured your lips into a kiss. She kissed him back, a bit of reluctance, but she can’t even tell, she’s drowned in her own feelings to even notice. The kiss was slow, making it seem like it would last forever, and his slight groans that made her heart flutter, never wanting him to stop. He finds his way to the crook of your neck, landing soft kisses trailing up to her jawline, making her release shaky breaths.

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But when he did stop, she was practically begging for him , his hand still gently resting on the sides of her face. “‘Hope you weren’t lying about what you said.”

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“I wasn’t.” She muttered, close to a whisper.

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Faltering for a moment, his intense gaze dropping to a light hearted expression, the corner of his mouth tugging up, “Then, you like to discuss this in a more private matter?”

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She nodded, biting her lip whilst holding back the smile creeping up her lips. “Lead the way.”

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ddiscodeaky · 5 years

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𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗱 - 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙮

prompt: reader makes a living by being a lounge singer at her local bar. every saturday night, she finds a single rose left behind for her after every performance. she doesn’t have the slightest clue it’s the new waitstaff that she’s found a liking in, as she gets to the bottom of the mysterious action.

pairing: brian may x fem! reader

warnings: none

note: idk if this is good at all but it was fun to write. hope you guys enjoy!

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It started on one Saturday evening, after (Y/N) had finished yet another show, this time singing one of her favorite classics, At Last by Etta James. Again, leaving the small bar with cheers here and there, noticing she was only receiving praise from a quarter of the bar. Nothing she wasn’t already faced with, surprised she had received this much positive feedback.

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A single rose. Left on her vanity, no note attached to it, no one claiming that it was theirs. She thought maybe someone must have mistakenly put it there on accident or maybe just a kind gesture for her performance. So, she decided to keep it.

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At first, she never really looked into it, it was just a simple rose after all.

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But that was when she would be left with even another rose, the next night after another performance, when she was going to her vanity to call it a night and head home. It wasn’t the same rose as the night before because she had already taken it with her. She even bothered to ask one of the waitstaff if they had a clue of who it belonged to, but they would simply shrug their shoulders leaving (Y/N) wondering.

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After every show, there’d be one rose lying on her dresser, and she took it as a token of an appreciation. Taking it home, and placing it in the same vase with all the other roses. Perhaps, it was someone playing games on her but that wouldn’t make sense. She’d just have to see for herself.

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(Y/N) had a built-in passion for singing, she saw it as an outlet to her emotions, and a quick getaway from reality. So, on an open mic night at her local bar, she started to sing in front of everyone, in front of her friends, and in general an audience. Until, she resorted to singing their every Saturday night when she was confronted by the manager pleased with her talent. She didn’t make a lot but still, she loved the job with every being, overall it was the singing that got to her.

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On rare occasions, she would stay after shows and get herself a drink, resulting to a conversation with the bartender. This night in particular she was convinced to stay, since the owner of the bar had offered her a drink in order to celebrate her latest performance. There she was drink in hand, watching the bartender clean up for the night, a few friendly smiles here and there.

“Decided to stay?”

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She recognized the voice instantly, facing Brian, who she was lucky enough to have as a companion due to his late shifts. She was hardly friends with anyone at the bar since she’d always resist on staying after her performances. She blamed her tiredness, but those roses had been keeping her up and she was curious enough to figure out who was all behind this.

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Brian was tall from where she was sitting, having to slightly look up to get a view of him. He had a rag that laid on his broad shoulder, whilst a faint smile playing on his lips.

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She nodded, her droopy eyes crinkling to a soft smile. “Yeah, actually. Just finishing up this drink so I can head home and get some rest.”

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“Ah, right.” He spoke, pursing his lips. He caught a sight of the red flower laying beside her on the pub table, trying to hold back his smile. “That was quite a performance tonight.”

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“I’m hoping you meant it in a good way.” She teased, raising the glass to take another sip from her drink.

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He chuckled. “Oh, of course. Always.”

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A warm flush crept up on her cheeks, as their eyes locked. There was a glimmer in his hazel eyes she couldn’t get ahold of, like he had an idea in his mind that she had no knowledge of but she was only dying to find out. She brushed it off, her curiosity growing in her. He caught himself staring again, infatuated by her pure beauty even if she was simply just sitting on a stool, sipping her drink. On stage though, he was completely mesmerized. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

She disappointedly diverted her gaze towards the bar table, breaking their fondly stare towards each other. “Well, that’s the first.”

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He furrowed his brows at her statement. “You know it yourself you don’t get enough recognition around here. I’m telling the truth when I say this but, everyone should realize how much talent you have.”

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She breathed out a frustrating sigh, knowing all to well that the reason she didn’t want to stay after her performances were because she didn’t want to accept the fact no one actually cared she was pouring all her heart and soul into the songs she sang.

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She was merely just entertainment for everyone and nothing more. Maybe that was why the flower had meant so much to her. There was someone who appreciated her, singing up on stage, probably making a fool out of herself because the people in the crowd were only focused on their infatuation on the drinks and the girls sprawled out amongst the crowd, the guys dismissing her passion hoping they could get their hands on them. It really showed.

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“Alright, maybe. I love this job more than anything. I practically spend my Saturday nights here singing in front of everyone.” Her eyes flickered towards his, a sense of understanding in him as he nodded.

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“Sooner or later they’ll open their eyes and finally see what they’ve been missing this whole time.” He replied, the corners of his mouth lifting causing (Y/N) to do the same.

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“You really think so?” She smiled genuinely, appreciating his remark. He had always come up to right after her performances, being the first one to be there for her to give her praise. It warmed her heart when she got to know him, their small conversations leading to passions of music and artists, making it aware that they had a lot more in common. If Bowie came out with a new hit, he’d be the first she’d fangirl with.

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“I think so. And whoever gave you that rose must think so too.” He suggested, pursing his lips as he raised his brows in certainty.

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She lightly chuckled, letting her eyes trail down to the flower on the table. She held it in her hands, examining it. “Funny how you say that, someone has been leaving a rose after one of my shows. It’s quite reassuring seeing these, right after I sing. Feels nice.”

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A genuine smile adorned his lips as his features turned upward, he felt a sense of satisfaction in him when she said it. That was his whole purpose, shining a light on her hoping she’d realize how much appreciation she deserved. He hoped when she’d find out it was him, she’d maybe feel the same way as well. Nonetheless, he believed she’ll get on the hints he had dropped sooner or later.

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He nodded, pausing for a short moment. “That’s actually what’s been going on with me too.”

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“What is?”

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“Well, me and my band. We want to make it in, you know. The industry, possibly getting the album we made to hit the charts, just hoping people will like the music.” Brian explained.

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She raised her eyebrows, after it hit her. “Brian in a band? You never told me that before.” A playful smirk appeared on her lips. “Glad I know now.”

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He deeply chuckled, tilting his head. “Never got the chance to.”

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“And you’re the guitarist, I suppose?”

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He gave her a puzzled look, a corner of his mouth rose. “Yes, and how did you find out?”

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She casually shrugged, laughing. “I figured, since you’d always talk about wanting to learn a new song on the guitar every time Hendrix came out with one.”

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He hummed, his smile widening. “Good guess. You should come to one of our shows, actually. There’s one tomorrow night, and I’m hoping you’ll be there.”

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“Happy you even asked.” She beamed. “I’ll be there.”

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“Perfect.” He couldn’t suppress his smile in excitement, afraid he made his feelings a bit too obvious. “Great, I’ll see you there.”

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“Brian, please. Can you explain why you’ve been so jittery this whole time?” John questioned through his furrowed eyebrows, setting down his bass guitar. “It’s rubbing off against me and I’m just dying to find out what’s gotten you all like this.”

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Brian shook his head innocently, shaking his hands in attempt to loosen himself up. “Nothing, just tense from the show.”

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The boys had finished another gig, and to Brian it wasn’t just any other show. He found it meaningful (Y/N) was going to be there, and he wanted it to be an opportunity to reveal himself to her, that he had been behind all the roses. He was just unsure if she’d react the way he wanted to. He just didn’t want all the boys to give him crap about it. The butterflies in his stomach didn’t help either.

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“Uh huh, tense. From what?” His hands were placed on his hips in an interrogative manner.

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“My buddy’s never been this nervous for a show. Come on, you got some explaining to do.” Roger blurted out from across the room, he was laid out on the couch, nuzzling his cheek into a girl’s chest, allowing Brian to emit a faint scowl.

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“I swear there’s nothing wrong with me. I don’t get why you’re all up in my case for it.” He casually remarked, his heart rate quickening.

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“Oh Brian, you know we’re not buying that.”John quipped, shaking his head as he relaxed onto the couch. His arms crossing over the other. Brian began pacing back and forth, in order to suppress his nerves. The mere silence in the room, causing him to spill.

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“Fine, there’s someone here I’m sort of—”

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“Knew it.” Roger interrupted his voice laced with confidence, as he chuckled. “That’s why you have that rose, isn’t it? How Prince Charming of you.”

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Brian halted his steps, weary eyes glancing over to the rose that was on top of his guitar case. He chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I suppose.”

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He made his way over towards it, grasping onto it in his hands. The sound of Freddie’s voice had caused his limbs to go limp, almost dropping the flower.

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“Someone’s here to see you, Brian.” Freddie perked, rushing past him as he patted his shoulder. “She’s delighted to see you, so you better go.”

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(Y/N) was already standing in the doorway of their dressing room, mouth agape as her eyes landed on the rose in his hands. Brian was frozen in place, not being able to distinct the features displayed on her face.

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“So, you’re the secret admirer?” They exited the room, as she asked in disbelief. She seemed rather shocked, but all the pieces were tying all together. It made sense, and she wasn’t upset about it one bit.

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“(Y/N)..I’m—yeah. I’m that mysterious lad who’s been leaving these for you. I don’t know if you’re disappointed or—”

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“Disappointed? How could I be disappointed?” She softly questioned, leaning closer towards him.

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He breathed out a sigh, his tense muscles relaxing. “Well, I wasn’t exactly sure if you felt the same way. And believe it or not, I thought you’d find the roses a little odd, cheesy even.”

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She shook her head. “At first, I did find them a bit condescending but after a while, I didn’t want to look at it that way. I finally saw the message and it helped, a lot more than you think. It’s just, why didn’t I think it was you?”

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“Here I was thinking I was giving too much away.” He continued, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips.

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“Brian, I thought I was the one making it obvious. I’m more than happy to find out it was you.” Her heart fluttered in her chest, glancing at his lips.

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“You’re amazing, you know that?” His smiled widened, again fixating his stare on her, captivated by her appearance even if she was in a casual attire, it didn’t matter. “I really meant what I said the other night, if no one comes to think of it. I do, always.”

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“I believe you.” Her voice close to a whisper, closing the distance between them as he leaned closer into a kiss.

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Brian faced the feeling of satisfaction, deepening the kiss he had always desired, aware the roses had done him good like he expected them to be.