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THANK YOU FOR CONSIDERING TO CONTINUE YMBF FROM BLUSHMIS😩👏🏾🙌🏾🙏🏾😆

Aww it’s okay, I’m currently working on ideas for the next part

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Bohemian Rhapsody ending outtake

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The Beat of Your Heart is the Beat of My Drum: Chapter 4

Word Count: ~1,800

Warnings: A little bit of swearing, a scene that’s obviously smutty, but not explicit

A/N: This gif is literally the entire mood of the chapter. Thanks again to everyone who’s read so far, and a special thanks to those of you who have sent me messages! <3 This has been such fun, you don’t even know. :) This chapter is, again, a little different. It’s written from Brian’s POV and it takes place before Chapter 2. Hope y’all like it!

(And, again, big thanks to @strangeandwonderfulconcepts for all the advice and support.)

It was a normal rehearsal, a good rehearsal, really. Until she showed up.

We were going over the medley we had planned for the album release party. Freddie thought our transitions could be smoother and we were humoring him. We knew our transitions were fine.

I was the first one to hear her.

The front door of the studio building suddenly banged open violently. I looked up from where I’d been absentmindedly picking at the Red Special. The other guys didn’t seem to notice at first, but even their animated discussion couldn’t drown out what happened next.

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Oh wow. WOW…..

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Me? Back on my baby fever junk? GIVE IT TO ME

Roger finds himself patting rhythms against your growing bump once you properly start showing. It’s one of his favorite things to do. The two of you just lazing around in bed. You’re resting against him, your back against his chest and he’s got you between his legs. His face is nuzzled into your hair, his hands on your stomach, fingers tapping gently as you read your pregnancy book. He gets a bit more aggressive, but still keeps his hands soft as the palms of his hands tap against your stomach instead. You hear him in your ear, muttering the time very softly, “One, two, three, four. Badadada… Dumdum…” His hands tapped against your skin to the beat he was singing. Giggling, you turned your head and muttered to him as he placed a kiss to your forehead, “What are you doing, my dear?” “Just showing our baby what their daddy does.” There is such happiness in his voice that you feel your heart soar.

John, on his knees in front of you and he’s just sitting there praising your baby bump. You’re seven months along and showing considerably now and the way that he just crawls towards you on his knees, muttering in an almost commentary like voice, always makes you giggle. “And here-” he says and lightly caresses the bottom of your stomach gently with one hand before his arm wraps around the top and he’s got his face smooshed against the bump. Your fingers tangle into his hair, brushing some of it away from his face affectionately. “We’ve got my lovely (Name), carrying our first baby.” “I hope I carry all your babies.” You giggled, holding the small of your back as John just glanced up at you with those stunning blue-grey eyes. He’s absolutely smitten. So in love that it’s almost physically painful. 

Whenever Brian has got you in your arms during your pregnancy, whether that be with you standing next to him or in front of him, he’s absolutely got a hand on your bump. When you’re standing next to him, he’s often times caressing the very bottom of your bump, bringing attention to that area of your body for everyone to see. He’s beaming with pride at this point. When he comes up behind you, almost spooning you, his hands wrap around your body and rest on your bump lightly, his face nuzzling into your hair affectionately. He loves it when the baby gets bigger. You’re about 6 months along when he finally feels the baby kick at his hand. Brian is almost left in tears after feeling it for the first time as he asks you, “What was that?” He knew what it was, but, Brian needed to hear it from you because it didn’t feel real at all. “Oh, the baby just kicked you. I think it may like the sound of your voice, just like their mommy.”

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Can I request #24 with Gwil please? I love your writing so much. Thank you for writing it if you can 💕 have a lovely rest of your day

24. Seeing each other dressed up (for the first time) for a formal occasion.

A/N: Let’s say this is before the SAG Awards cause Gwil looked like an absolute Treat that night.

“Are you ready, love?”

Gwilym’s voice was gentle from outside the bathroom. You swept your hair out of your face and reached over to open the door. When you pushed it open, Gwilym’s jaw dropped, and so did yours.

Gwilym was dressed to the nines, in a perfectly-tailored black suit and bow tie. It fit him well, and he owned the look like he invented it. You had never seen him dressed so well. His look was softened ever so slightly by the scruff on his face, but even that was trimmed so nicely that it only added to his appearance. And his eyes were positively sparkling as they took in the sight of you.

You wore a ravishing midnight-blue dress that cinched at the waist. Gold sparkled around your neck and on your fingers. You only had one thing left to add before you’d be ready to go. Although, with Gwil looking the way he did, it was more appealing to you to just stay in.

“One moment, I just need to put on a bit of lipstick.” You smiled up at Gwil, whose eyebrows were still raised in amazement.

“Well, now, hang on,” Gwilym replied, moving close to you. You giggled, and reached up to adjust his bow tie. He put his hands on your waist, careful not to squeeze too hard and wrinkle the fabric. He watched you intently as you focused on the task at hand.

“Don’t…” Gwilym trailed off, gazing at you with love (and something more flirtatious) in his eyes. “…don’t put on your lipstick just yet.”

“Oh?” You played dumb, smiling coyly as he titled your chin up.

“Not yet,” he murmured, fingers brushing over your bare lips.

“And why is that?” You tilted your face into his hand, holding his gaze.

“I’d hate to ruin it,” Gwilym answered, and leaned down to kiss you.

You had been kissed many times in your life, and many times improperly so. Men would use their tongues too soon, or end up drooling on you. Or being too handsy. But Gwilym gave you no such kisses, always taking care to move slowly and deliberately. His painstaking attention to detail made your head spin every time.

This kiss was no different. Gwilym had one hand resting on your waist still, with the other cupping your face gently. His lips were warm on yours, and his beard scratched softly against your skin. He smelled amazing–he’d worn that cologne you got him for Christmas last year–and it wasn’t long before you found yourself pulling him closer.

With your arms around his neck, you pressed yourself to him firmly. Your heels made up a little bit for the height difference, but Gwil still had to lean down to comfortably press his mouth to yours. Something that he had no problem doing, by the way. But his favorite thing to do was to pick you up mid-kiss.

Which is exactly what Gwilym did, wrapping both arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground. You smiled into the kiss, feeling him do the same. He held you there, several inches above the floor, until you pulled away.

“You look so handsome,” you told him as he slowly set you back down. He didn’t let go of you right away, though.

“Thank you. God, you look beautiful.” His eyes were shining as he lifted your arm over your head and turned his hand, prompting you to twirl. You giggled as you spun, and Gwilym shook his head, still smiling.

“Go on, then,” he nodded, grinning. “Put on your lipstick and let’s head out.”

“Yes, sir,” you answered, giving him a dramatic salute before heading to the bathroom.

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I will never tire of reblogging this special edition of ‘Which Queen are you’ featuring ‘how do you express your scepticism or disagreement when asked a question?’

Are you

Freddie: raised eyebrows and sly smile, saying nothing but silently speaking volumes

Brian: vigorous rebuttal

John: mocking snort of laughter

or

Roger: cannot refrain from the expression best written as ‘Pffffshaw’; not able to keep any part of face or body still so large is the full extent of disagreement with the proposition

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Omg can you like do a thing with Brian and you guys are announcing a pregnancy to the rest of the boys.

I’m assuming this is a request for one of the 1K celebration blurbs? I hope you like it!

8. Announcing a pregnancy

The doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of your guests. The house was spotless, and the bar in the kitchen was fully stocked. Not that you’d be drinking any of it.

“You ready?” You grinned up at Brian. He was red in the face, bursting with excitement at the prospect of sharing your news with his bandmates.

“I think so,” he exhaled, touching your face gently. “Are you sure you don’t want to be the one to tell them?”

You rolled your eyes and reached up to adjust his jacket collar. He let go of you to fidget with his cufflinks.

“Bri, I’m pretty sure you’re more excited about this little announcement than I am. The honor is all yours. I’m just here for the show,” you told him, grinning. The love on Brian’s face was so evident, it made your heart flutter. You patted his chest, then headed to the front door to let everyone in.

Freddie led the way, handing you a bottle of champagne and kissing your cheek. Next, Roger and Dominique strolled in, grinning and each giving you a quick hug. Lastly, Deaky and Veronica walked in, greeting you warmly.

Once everyone was inside and heading to the living room, you looked over at Brian. He was still fidgeting, but taking deep breaths and trying to focus. You walked over and grabbed his hand, giving it a firm squeeze to reassure him. He gave you a nervous smile and let out a shaky laugh as the two of you followed everyone into the living room.

“Alright, darlings, what is it we’re celebrating tonight?” Freddie asked from the kitchen, pulling glasses from a cabinet. You looked at Bri with an excited smile as Freddie strutted in to join the rest of you.

“Ready?” You asked.

Brian took a deep breath, eyebrows raised. He squeezed your hand one last time, and blurted out the information he’d been holding in for weeks.

“We’re having a baby!” He almost shouted it, a grin splitting across his face. You laughed, unable to contain your joy, as everyone shot up from their chairs. 

“Well done, you two!” Roger shouted, clapping.

“And here we all thought Brian was impotent,” Deaky sassed, but he was beaming at the two of you.

Cheers broke out and Freddie rushed up to meet you. He wrapped his arms around you and swung you around the room, hollering. You squealed and laughed with him, while Roger ran to Brian, clapping him on the back. When Freddie put you down, Veronica and Dominique wrapped you in a tight hug.

“How far along are you?”

“I didn’t know you were even trying!”

“Darling Veronica, how could you not know? They jump each other like rabbits,” was Freddie’s reply from across the room. You laughed, but turned to answer Dominique’s question.

“About thirteen weeks. We wanted to wait to tell you,” you answered, glancing back at Brian. He was beaming at you, almost on the verge of tears. His smile was so wide, you couldn’t help but laugh with joy in response.

The rest of the night was spent with your friends, insisting that they all drink to celebrate even though you couldn’t. You took a seat next to Brian on the couch, tucked into his side. His arm had gone around you protectively, and his thumb rubbed circles into your arm. You looked up at him as he spoke to the others. His eyes were bright and the corners of his mouth were turned up in a constant smile.

You rubbed your stomach absentmindedly, smiling at the thought that Brian’s baby was in there. Brian looked down when you did so, admiring the content smile on your face. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to your temple, placing a hand over your stomach, rubbing gently.

You looked up at him and murmured a quiet “I love you”. Brian smiled widely, pulling you closer.

“This baby is going to be so loved,” you remarked, playing with his fingers. Brian nodded.

“Just like his mother.”

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I think that explodes her brain a little bit. Because for all the other origami that other people saw, as far as I know, that was only ever between the two of them. And I think that’s the moment where she starts to go, “Well my gut has been screaming all along and I’ve been saying ‘shut up’”. Her brain has all of these explanations for it and I think what happens when she gets that rose is that her brain shuts off and her gut takes over and goes, “Well, now I’ve really got to figure out what’s happened.” - Sarah Wayne Callies on Sara’s reaction to the origami rose

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Omg this is golden

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Sarah Paulson is that mom who leaves embarrassing comments on your posts when you’re trying to impress your crush with sexy captions.

Cody: Mom I did not mean it that way… I don’t want people to choke me to death.

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Honestly ❤️

There are friends, there is family, and then there are friends who become family.

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What a cutie 😂

“If you could choose an episode of any show you played a character in, which one would you choose to be your favorite?”

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If I was dying on my knees You would be the one to rescue me And if you were drowned at sea I’d give you my lungs so you could breathe I’ve got you brother

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Wentworth Miller and Dominic Purcell try to make origami cranes 

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Truth or Dare, Part 2

Ben Hardy x OC (original character)

Summary: Ben and Jane have been friends since they were eleven years old. They’ve shared secrets, their sorrows and happiness, but there is something they have never confessed to each other - and it’s their love.

Warnings: language (i curse a lot, so yeah, be ready), bullying, angst, mentions of suicidal behavior

A/n: here’s part 2! it’s a kind of slow burn, so…yeah. it’s also long again. enjoy!! (i do not own any gifs, credits to the owners uwu). excuse my mistakes, srry, i’m really dumb haha  btw, Ben’s real last name is Jones, in case you didn’t know (k thx it’s enough of the author’s note i guess)

also, if you have something against lgbtq+, feel free not to read this fic and leave my page :)

you’re my best friend.

“You alright?” Ben lightly touches Jane’s arm and it sends shivers down her spine. She’s not alright with him touching her like that.

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So I just finished watching prison break and I don’t know what to do with my life :’)

Me