#bohrap fanfiction

[bohemiansweede]

Xmas Fics

Here are my Xmas fics with the Bohrap boys

Enjoy and be safe out there

Warnings 🔞

A/N please like and reblog or leave a comment

Thank you

On the naughty list

A total surprise

Not alone for Christmas

Christmas party

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[likesomekindofcheese]

Promised- Finale (Grigor Dymov x fem! Reader, Arranged Marriage AU series)

Series Summary: When Emperor Peter's behavior towards your family threatens the alliance between them and Russia, the only way to solve it from breaking is through an arranged marriage with his friend, the handsome but heartbroken Count Grigor Dymov. A man you barely know.

Previous Chapters: One//Two//Three//Four//Five//Six//Seven//Eight//Nine//Ten//Eleven

Chapter Summary: You and Grigor enjoy a long-denied honeymoon

Content Warnings: Some discussions of sex and cursing and mentions of pregnancy and babies- don't worry, Y/N isn't pregnant. But VERY fluffy!

Word Count: 1584

A/N: Thank you guys so much for supporting this series throughout! Now I thought was the best time to conclude it! When season 3 of The Great comes out and should I get inspired, there might be a season 2 of this fic like what @ladystrallan did with I Really Wish I Hated You (which, btw, highly recommend if you love The Great Fanfics). Who knows?! But I hope all of you loved reading it as much as I loved writing this series!

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You and Grigor were planning on returning to court. You both just wanted something denied to you when you were rushed to be married and when there was a coup- a honeymoon. Three whole months of a honeymoon.

The days were never more lovely- lovemaking at night, awakening when one felt like it, the most sumptuous meals, playing cards by the fireside, reading to each other, and you showing off the various songs you knew how to play. You were starting to teach Grigor chords and his clumsy practicing of scales with mutters of “fuck!” at a mistake could be heard. You still kept shooting practice, but you were relaxed, not caring if you missed the odd target.

It was quite warm for Russia the past two weeks. Flowers were deep in their bloom in the gardens, and it was green everywhere. The vineyards seemed to be a far brighter green than you expected. Perhaps springtime was arriving sooner than you expected or maybe it was a warm spot for a few days. You had to wear your lighter silks as opposed to the warm furs to keep one safe from your new home country’s notorious chill.

As you and your husband toured the grounds together that afternoon, there were fruits of light green and dark purple. You would both look at each other, pluck the small fruits, and try bites of them yourself, feeling the juicy sweetness burst on your tongues, as if only briefly. Grigor would wipe the juice off of his sleeve and give you a kiss and you would taste the grape in his breath as if combined with yours you made your own special wine. Grigor was in his favorite deep green. You had insisted he keep a few buttons down so you could see some of his chest hair. You insisted it was absolutely sexy of him when he wore shirts (especially white ones) with a few buttons undone and he took note. Yes, it was the wrong color today, but you didn’t care. Perhaps that could wait for later tonight when you would hop on him like a rabbit until you screamed each other’s names, not caring about disturbing the servants sleeping below. You were in a bright red dress with golden floral patterns all over it and you perfumed yourself with rose water.

You matched and complimented in your dress as had your souls on the inside- each perfect and making only the other look better when beside it.

You emerged from the kiss and wiped your hand on your skirt.

“Could you hold my hand, my dear?” you asked, presenting your hand out.

He raised his eyebrows.

“Oh abso-fucking-lutely,” he replied, eagerly taking yours.

It was warm and encompassing, the fingers intertwined within each other to feel the pulse of each other. As you both walked back home, the day was fading. The sky turned into a mix of orange and pink and the crispness of evening etched around you. Once you approached back to the manor, the housekeeper greeted you both and assured you that dinner would be ready in one or two hours. Olga, the little servant girl, handed you back your beloved dog and both of you cooed over her.

“Oh and Madame Dymova! Here! Messenger said it’s from Paris! And it’s for you and the master!” she added on, handing over a letter with a familiar wax seal.

Before you could comment on it, Sonya let out a bright bark for want of attention.

“Here Sonya- found this! Here- Good girl!” Grigor offered.

From his pocket, he pulled out a truffle and fed it to the eager and always hungry pup.

“Would you like some wine? There’s a new one they just made here and it’s fucking astounding,” he offered.

“Oh, yes! And ask the kitchen for a plate of bread and cheese and fruit, perhaps?” you asked.

“I don’t see why not!” he replied, giving you a peck on your forehead before going down to the kitchen.

You made your way to the back porch area outside on your white seats and white chairs. You found it had not grown so chilly that you would require heaps of blankets as you have in the past. Sonya lay happily on your lap panting away. Though grown, she still saw herself as a puppy who had to have every last of her needs attended to, or else her mistress would hear her barking and mischief. But you loved her more for it.

You pulled from your reticule an unopened letter from the dress of your pocket. It couldn’t be your family- you heard just yesterday that you were an aunt to a beautiful little niece. Both you and Grigor were already making plans to travel and visit your family and for you to be introduced and be acquainted with his own. So, who could it be? Was it Catherine about her baby or the new education laws? Orlo recommending a new philosophy book to you? Who? You saw the name on it and gasped.

“It’s George! George wrote to us!” you told Sonya, who only tilted her head.

You then ripped it open and smiled, your heart touched by the contents. From the corner, you saw Grigor come out to approach the table. He smiled, holding two glasses of wine, and giving one to you.

“Why thank you, darling!” you chirruped at him.

“No problem at all,” he answered.

A servant immediately arrived behind and held a platter of cheeses, slices of bread, and apples. His blue eyes went to the letter.

“What is that? Who is it?” he asked.

You smiled, handing him the papers.

“Why, it’s George!? Can’t you believe it? She’s in Paris of all places! Oh, that must be wonderful! And here…she said she met someone who she truly loves and who loves her! Oh, I’m so happy for her! We must write back and ask her more about this!” you squealed.

“Why- how good for her! I’m glad!” Grigor wished genuinely with a shrug and a relaxed smile.

Both of you held up your glasses of wine.

“Should we toast to her?” you asked.

Grigor shook his head.

“I have a better one. To what brought us together in the first place. Here, Y/N-to the alliance!”

“To the alliance!” you agreed, daintily clinking your glasses.

Both of you took a first sip.

“It won’t be too long before we return- so much will be different…” Grigor began.

“I’m just glad Marial is in prison…I’ve slept better at night since then…” you sighed.

He did frown briefly. He took a deep drink and set down his glass.

“Well…part of me is eager. Been worried sick over Peter.”

“But you always are, you silly shit!” you teased, setting your own glass down.

He smiled at the words. You thought there was never a more beautiful smile than that of Grigor Dymov when he was well and truly happy. Your heart would always burst with love for him at the sight.

His letters seem fine and happy though…he’s thrilled about the baby. Got a name picked out and everything!”

“What if we have a baby- will we be even ready for that?” you suggested.

So far, your courses were like clockwork and Grigor would spoil you with bedrest and vodka and embraces when the cramps tormented you. But that doesn’t mean the time would never come. In fact, with all the fucking you had been doing it was a pure miracle it hadn’t happened yet!

“I don’t know if we’ll ever be, Y/N…but what about life after the coup? Things will be so…so different. Peter’s not in charge as much. There’s a royal baby on the way. George is in France. Catherine’s changing all the laws to what she wants. Everything is upside down…” he muttered.

“But we can take it…” you assured him.

He clutched his hand onto yours in response and you used your other hand to rest it on his cheek. He relaxed into it, using a hand to touch yours.

“We can take anything as long as we’re together, darling,” he replied.

“Of course, we can, my dear husband…” you cooed.

"Oh, say that again!” he insisted.

You crawled on his lap, kissing his face- his freckles, his forehead, his cheekbones, his chin.

“Dear husband, dear husband, my Grigor, my darling…” you mumbled between the kisses.

“Fuck, you make me hard. Keep it up and I might have to have you on this table before dinner!” he confessed.

“Wait until after dinner!” you insisted with a joking slap on his arm.

“If Countess Dymova requests it, who am I to deny her that!” he gave in.

You giggled and paused. Both of you breathe deeply the warmth of each other and the closeness.

He kissed you with soft lips again, but there was a chasteness- a tenderness to how he cupped your cheek when it happened. You cuddled into his chest as the sun set and he placed an arm around you to draw circles on your back as the dog lay contentedly smiling on the floor with her pink tongue out.

You were happy. After such chaos you had been through- you were completely happy. Dinner was about to be served. You had a home in court and out. You had a precious pup. You had friends. And most of all, you had found a happy, faithful marriage. And a husband who you loved and who loved you.

And this time the wine did in fact not taste like shit.

[justiceformeplease]

Ben hardy x reader beach day

Warnings:kinda bad description of getting stung by jellyfish (i never got stung so uh ye)😭 and fluff

Word count: 843

I know it's autumn but there's still a heatwave in my country

You and Ben were at the beach Because of how hot it was, even though you had an umbrella, it felt as if your skin was melting into the blanket you were lying on. While Ben was gone, probably in the water swimming trying to cool off, you really wanted to go ahead and jump into the water, but because of the heat, you felt too exhausted to even get up.

A few minutes went by and you saw Ben run up to you like he wanted something. "Everything OK?" You asked casually, "oh ye ye, you know everything is fine." It went silent for a second. You were about to speak again but you got picked up by Ben bridal style and you squealed in surprise, "what are you doing baby?" You didn't want to go to the water, you didn't want to swim, and you were trying so hard to get out of his tight grasp on you but it was impossible and as he got closer to the shore you held on to him tighter "Ben nooo pleasee!" you begged him to let you go but he didn't budge and all of a sudden you were falling and landed in the water "BEN!" You shrieked trying to chase him down.

You were wrapped in a towel because of how soaked you were, and you had Ben hugging you from the side, laughing lightly. You grumbled, "It's not funny, I look like a wet rat." You grumbled, "It is kinda funny tho." You were pouting and looked at Ben and he just smiled and booped your nose.

After a little bit of drying off, you dragged Ben along with you as you strolled around the beach, stopping frequently to pick lovely shells that you would then show him with a wide grin "Benny!" Ben was admiring the shell you had gathered when you said, "Look at this one, it's so gorgeous" "So pretty." Ben replied admiring the smile on your face. You and Ben continued to walk the beach hand in hand while you both collected shells and you didn't realize he was talking about you, not the shell and how pretty you were.

As you were picking up shells, you were going to pick up another one when all of a sudden you stepped on something and it made your foot sting. "Ouch!" You yelped as Ben, who was a bit behind you, came rushing to your side asking if you were OK. "What happened?" "Did you get hurt?" You looked down to see what you had stepped on, and it was a jellyfish! Ben followed your eyes and saw what you stepped on, so he asked you to sit down on the dry part of the sand so he could see your foot. It was a reddish-purple colour and it was a bit swollen. You were trying to keep it together in tears as it did hurt quite a lot. "Yep, we'll have to cut the leg off, babe." You shrieked, "I'm kidding." Ben laughed, "but we have to get you home so I can put an ice pack on it."

The car ride home was about 20 minutes, so Ben put on some music "Ben this song is so bad change it please" Ben gasped dramatically and put his hand on his chest like somebody had shot him, you giggled "how dare you y/n y/l/n say that this song is bad it's one of the greatest songs to ever be made in history!" You sighed"fine but after this song I'm putting on my song which will be so much better than this weird grandpa music" "GRANDPA MUSIC!" Ben gasped shockingly again "i have never heard such fool language" he tutted, which made you and him laugh together.

When you got to Ben's house, he helped you walk to the couch because it stung anytime you put pressure on your foot. You layed down on the couch, and Ben went to the kitchen to get a pack of ice. When he came back, He sat himself carefully under your legs so your legs were perched up on his lap and he could slowly put the bag of ice on your foot, and as he did, you winced a bit, but you were overcom with the soothing feeling of the ice on your stung foot. Ben decided to turn on a movie to distract you from the pain a bit, maybe.

two hours later, the movie was finished and the sun was already starting to set. Ben looked over at you, about to ask something when he noticed that you had dozed off to sleep. He decided to not disturb you, so he carefully put the ice bag on the coffee table and lifted you up, bridal style, very slowly as to not wake you up. He got to his bedroom and put you down on his bed. After he put you in bed he also got in bed himself and fell asleep with you cuddling together.

I'm thinking about making a Joe mazzello fic maybe?? Idk how do you guys feel about that 🤨

[jessahmewren]

Strangers in the Night :)

Nonnie! I had forgotten about this one! That was fun to write. 💕 This is the sweetest thing. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Thank you so much. 🥺

Fic referenced is here.

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

Bohrap script sucked, but this reminded me when around the time the movie came out and some people where critical of its so I naturally went to listen if I agree with their points or not but literally all of them were like "SBC's Mercury should have been brought to screen" and I noped out of there because no.

We really didn't have a good choice of scripts didn't we. It's either a Mary fanfiction or a movie based on homophobic tabloid rumours.

Yeah people automatically assumed SBC’s version would’ve been better, but one glance at that script debunks that. It would’ve been far worse.

It sucks because like, there was always option C—write an actual decent fucking script—that people in the industry just didn’t do. They either wanted sensationalist shit or lazy, generic shit.

[ellus986]

I would like to request a Joe Mazzello x reader one shot where reader and their daughter surprise visit Joe on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody. ❤️

This is a real shortie, but had lot with my toddler so here it is, I think it is still sweet.

“Mommy, mommy!” Your daughter runs up to you. “When does daddy come home?” She asks as everyday.

“Ooh sweet heart, he is working for atleast a month or so before he could come home!” You slick her face, knowing how much she is aching for him, as do you. You haven’t seen him for three months already, and he only could call on face time 2 or maybe 3 times a week. It wasn’t fun, but you knew when you married him that this is his life. The thing with being a talented actor he is, is that there are jobs that are far away from his family, his home, his life.

Even she goes back to playing you know there will be more of the asking, begging, and you wanted exactly what her wishes were, so it was even harder to say anything.

At nap time you get what you expected. “No mommy! I want daddy!” Samantha yells.

“Honey, I want daddy to put you down for nap, but he is not here!” You get on your knees and let her get out of her bed, hugging you. “I promise you will see him soon!” You get your two and a half years old daugther on your hip face on your chest rocking her, while humming love of my life, as Joe did every afternoon when he was home. Oh God him being the best dad you could imagine made this situation even harder. 10 more minutes of sobbing and Sam was in her bed asleep, so you sit down at your computer and check the plans that are flying to England.

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“Uncle Ben!” Your daugther runs to him at the airport.

“You only saw him on FaceTime, and you already recognise him?” You chuckle as you jumps into his arms.

“My charm is always recogniseable!” He chuckles. “It is so nice to finally meet you in person!” He hugs you with Sam on his hip kissing your cheek.

“It is, but you could just send a taxi or something!” You giggle as you walk next to the man holding your daugther so lovingly even it is they first time meeting.

“No way, I wanted to deliver the biggest present he could ever get!” He smiles at you, and you know why your husband became bestfriend with him.

“Why I feel deep down my husband is in love with that smile blondie?”

“Okay, first of all you are defenetly a Mazzello not just by name… second of all not just deep down!” He winks at you.

“Only can have the third place, sorry!” You pull your shoulder.

“What is like to be pushed down from the 1st place by the fruit of your womb?”

“Ouch!” You chuckle. Defenetly will get along.

__________________

“Hey Buddy, I got you something!” Ben opens the door with his own key to Joe’s place, you lift your brows and he almost laughs out loud on your face. “I told you!” He wishpers.

“Thank you, but nothing can help with this homesickness…” he lets out a havy gasp.

“I think this can help…”

“Daddy!” Sam runs into the room she hears her dad’s voice from.

“Sammy baby!” He gets on his knees to her just when you step in too. He looks up with an unfallen tear in his eye. “How did you get here little dino?” He asks her, but looks at you with a big smile on his face.

“I missed you!” She hugs him so hard.

“We missed you so much, we jumped on the first plane we could, and your work wife helped us getting here!” You giggle as you get down on your knees next to him.

“I love you!” He kisses you.

“I love you too!” You kiss him back.

You are in a big hug with your daugther and you husband, and it feels so right.

“I lav you all!” Chuckles Samantha with the sweetest laugh you ever heard, what followed up with the second sweetest laughter, Joe’s.

You watch him running after her, and it warms your heart as you are drinking a coffee next to Ben. “Such a big child…” you mumble under your nose.

“You tell me?” Comes from Ben.

My sweet perm: @simply-sams-things

[forever-rogue]

London Boy - Part 10

Summary: Social media au in which Y/N is a history student, who along with her best friends Joe and Rami, has moved to London for her last year of school. Shenanigans abound when she meets (quite accidentally) her new favorite London Boy, Ben Jones.

A/N: Thanks for all the support so far! I hope you enjoy this part!! Please let me know what you think, or if you’d like to me tagged! xx

Pairing: Ben Jones (Hardy) x Reader

Warnings: None

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[theyrealllegends]

Careful

Chapter summary: Roger is your new roommate and while you like to bury your pretty in nose in the books for your law studies, he finds other ways to pass his time. 

Author’s note: I’m freaking excited people, I never thought I’d like an idea enough to really post it and then it just came! I’d like you to know that english isn’t my first language but I’m trying like crazy. Also, I didn’t put in y/N because I felt like I should call reader Tiffany. If you want to, feel free to insert yourself, though!

Words: ~1,4k for a start

Warning: mentions of sex and drinking but I wouldn’t put an age rating or anything, idk, sorry! (Okay, I’m trying my best to do this slow burn thing and if i’m failing miserably than I’m sorry!)

Chapter 1:

You didn’t really admit it but your new roommate was cool. At first, you thought it was just because he was the one moving in after your terrible ex-roommate who finally finished their degree. But within a few days you noticed it was also his hair, that was a bit longer and a bit messier than the guys that sat in your law lectures wore theirs. Also, you kinda liked his colourful clothing and his vintage furniture that was really giving you the hippie vibes you’d never channel. It was even funny to you that this guy was becoming a dentist but couldn’t boil eggs for the love of god. 

“You’re the best!”, he’d tell you every morning he came into the kitchen only to see a prepared breakfast because you had a few spare moments before you had to go to your class. 

“You’re welcome, Rog”, you’d just reply smiling into your mug. 

“Should I take you to uni?”

“I can take the underground, but thanks.”

“How can you refuse me as a driver everyday?”

“Because you always leave after me and I’ve seen the traffic, I don’t even want to think about your driving!”, you told him and laughed. 

“I’d be careful with you”, he said sheepishly and winked at you before he finished his breakfast and you left the kitchen so he wouldn’t see you blush. You didn’t really talk to a lot of guys, the ones in your classes were either too focused on getting good grades of spoiled pricks, really and you weren’t used to flirting from your ex-roommate either. 

When you came home from your classes around five hours later, Roger was in his room, door open and -

“No, please, I really can’t!”

“Oh, hey, Tiffy”, he answered grinning. “I finally brought my drum kit!”

“No, you’re not! I need to memorise a billion laws this year, please you can’t drum in here!” He softly patted one of the freaking drums you wished never touched ground in this apartment and your stomach twisted with anxiety and hungriness. 

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I just wanted to scare you”, he explained softly and moved closer to the doorframe, where you still stood in shock. “I got in a band and we’ll be practicing in some old room in the uni, I’ll move my drums there as soon as we start.”

“Thank god”, you mumbled and he grinned. 

“I’m quite good with them, though.”

“I don’t deny that but you didn’t see the neighbours’ glares yet, if you think you could play them here."

“You should come to our first gig, would you? We’re playing right before Pink Floyd, have you heard of them?”

“Uhm, I’m more the classical music kind of girl, I guess”, you admitted, feeling your cheeks tingle again, hoping you wouldn’t blush. 

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You weren’t sure if Roger was okay with that but since you thought you wouldn’t like “Smile” and the huge crowd they’d probably gather, anyway, you told him you were too busy to come to his gig, even though the year was still fresh and this was nothing compared to the stress you got into weeks later. You didn’t really know how Roger didn’t drop out of his dentist classes right away because that first gig had seemingly made his band a thing, requiring them to perform every weekend ever since. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy for him - that you didn’t like the way his face lit up when he told you about the band, about his friend Freddie who he started a stall in Kensington Market with and everything else he told you, really - but sometimes it could be annoying. Sometimes he’d wake you up in the middle of the night, stumbling into the flat, looking piss drunk when you peeked out of your room to check what the hell was going on. 

At first, you felt sorry for him and covered yourself in a robe to stay warm while softly guiding him into his room and onto his bed and then going to the kitchen to get him water and pain killers for the next morning. He’d either be fighting to get off his clothes or already be asleep on his bed when you returned. You’d make extra much bacon the next morning, hoping that’d soak up the left over alcohol in his system and you wouldn’t talk until he signalled that he was ready for more noise than the coffee machine’s. However, as time passed you stopped getting up to help him because Roger would still wake you up but in a worse way than coming home wasted - it could have variations but they all annoyed you just the same: sometimes it would be loud giggles in the hallway, other nights it would be his bed frame banging on the wall his room was sharing with yours. It didn’t make any difference that your bed wasn’t on that side of your room at all, it made your bookshelf unstable and wake you up without fail. Another time it would be the groaning and whatever noises he was getting the girl to let out and vice versa, it never failed to make you sick. Not that you’d ever bother to mention it. He’d probably just give you earplugs, something you tried multiple times but found too uncomfortable to even fall asleep in. 

It was an early Sunday and you had already gone on your morning run to clear your thoughts, finished your shower, had breakfast and were halfway through your first round of law repetition for that day. You just left your room to get another cup of coffee when Roger caught you in the hallway. 

“Please, you have to help me”, he mumbled into your ear. “I swear I didn’t plan to, I need to study, too and now I can’t get rid of this damn girl!”

“I’d suggest you put on a shirt to make it easier for her”, you couldn’t help but reply and he’d smile weakly before nodding his head in the direction of the kitchen. “Fine, I got this”, you tried to reassure yourself more than him before walking into the room, finding a girl in Roger’s shirt, trying to make pancakes or whatever. “How many times do I have to tell you?”, you asked Roger, letting your true annoyance come thru. “You can’t have guests in the kitchen on Sundays, my learning group needs the space!”

“I’ll be gone in a second!”, the girl replied and smiled at Roger in a way that made you snort. 

“Obviously not, you’re leaving. I’m not trying to make a fool out of myself in front of the other law students, we need a quiet atmosphere!”

“We should go to my place then”, she’d tell Roger, ignoring you but also sounding annoyed. 

“You know what, I’ll take a shower and come over later, okay?”

“Sure, sweet”, she whispered to him, glaring at you before leaving the kitchen as if the pancakes weren’t turning black. 

“Thank you”, Roger mouthed into your direction, before following the girl. He only returned after she left a few minutes later and smiled as you set a plate of pancakes in front of him. “You’re the best, Tiff.”

“I’m surprised that worked to be honest but you’re welcome anyway”, you replied, unable to tell him that this was the first and last time you had done something like this. 

“You’re kidding, I totally bought the learning group and I really wish I had something like that.”

“When are your exams?”

“Way too soon”, he tried to get around the question. “And yours?”

“Starting the Tuesday after this one”, you explained and moved your shoulders because they started cramping and hurting only at the thought. 

“‘M sorry about that”, Roger told you and got up to step behind the chair you were sitting on. You wanted to turn around to see what he’d do but then he put his big, warm hands on your shoulders and started massaging them softly. It made you forget where you were for a moment and you closed your eyes to let yourself fall into his grip, humming as the sharp, stress-infused pain finally went away. 

“Thank you so much”, you whispered softly as he finished and could hear him chuckle behind you. 

“Anytime, love.”

-

I’d like to tag @blondecarfucker because your support is literally why you’re looking at this right now and I truly hope you like it! If anyone has any thoughts or comments, don’t hesitate to let me know. 

xoxo

[gayspamer]

Looking for Somebody to Love CH.3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 

A/N: I hope you like it. This chapter took so long because inspiration was really not showing up for this. If you like it please leave some love :( Also any tips or feedback are really well received.

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader 

Word count: 1.6k~ 

Warnings: Fluff! a lot of it 

Summary: It’s your third date with Joe, he wanted to show you some Queen music and have dinner. You meet at his house. 

Tag list: @borhapqueen92 @mrsmazzello @winchesterxxi @itsametaphorbriansblog 

“Can anybody find meeeee” you sang in your car at 8pm of Saturday feeling the wind on you face while driving to the one place fitted for this song, Joe’s house. You two agreed on meeting there a week ago, he wanted to show you some Queen music but he insisted his house was ideal for this. You agreed just because you wanted to see his house and him. ‘how does this curious man live?’ You remembered thinking. Joe was so different from the rest, you already knew today was going to be interesting. The song ended without you noticing and just like that you were already in the direction Joe gave you. It wasn’t a long drive.

“I think I’m outside” you texted without getting and answer. It took him about 2 minutes to open the door. He was wearing a black shirt with some brown pants, “looking good” you complimented him with a hint of surprise in you voice, the shirt he was hearing stood out the best parts of his body.

“You too Y/N, well you always are” He complimented you with a smirk on his face “Oh come in”

His house was really beautiful and big but still had a really cozy feeling to it. It also smelled like Joe, which you loved. The living room has pretty big, the first thing you noticed was his vinyl player and next to it around 20 vinyl records.

“You weren’t joking about this being the perfect place to show me music” You exclaimed while walking towards it. “Wow” you gasped while holding one of his vinyl records, it was Help!, your favorite album from the Beatles. “Joe it’s my favorite album”

“Is it? I have to admit it’s quite good” He agreed walking towards you

“Quite good? Really? It is a masterpiece!” You yelled at him

“Fine” he laughed “it is good, anyways I ordered dinner before you came here. Want to eat or do you want to keep yelling at me for no reason?” He teased you

“I had a big reason to yell at you” You chuckled “So you didn’t even attempt to cook?”

“I don’t think anyone has the stomach to handle my cooking. I just suck at it” He got closer to give emphasis to it “Suck at it” He repeated

You laughed “I get it ok? I am hungry let’s go” You said and he guided you into the dinning room.

He had already arranged everything, he ordered pasta and salad. Even though he ordered the food it all looked quite fancy.

“Wait a sec” He said right before heading to the kitchen. It didn’t took him long to come back with a bottle of red wine. “Let’s see how I embarrass myself by trying to open this thing”

“It’s not that hard” you chuckled.

“Well” He was already struggling with it “Maybe not for you but for me it is, here we go” He started to open it, he was actually doing it right but you could tell he was nervous. He had to apply some pressure to it, it was then when you noticed how fitted his arms were, Joe noticed you staring but he didn’t say a thing, he just smiled.

“Finally, cheers” He cheered while serving you some wine

“Cheers” You replied raising your cup as he did the same, then taking a sip of your drink, it was really good wine.

Diner went over and you talked about some general stuff we kept making you laugh. Time went over really fast and you were done eating.

“Food was good, I think I’m ready for Queen” You encouraged him putting your hand on his thigh with a smirk on your face

“Then let’s go beautiful” He grabbed your hand taking you to the living room

“What should we start with? Disco? Or Maybe…” He wondered

“Disco?” You asked “Weren’t they a rock band?” You were confused

“Oh honey, Queen is way more than rock” He affirmed softly touching your cheek looking right into your eyes. He made you blush a little. “Here, I found something that’s going to surprise you, I mean any song would but this one is a good one to start”

“Ok, surprise me” You sat down wondering which song he picked

“Not me Y/N, Queen” He declared “You and I” He seemed weirdly too proud of that song “You need to close your eyes and enjoy it ok?”

“Umm Ok” You hesitated but still closed your eyes

The song started and you felt him sitting next to you. He was looking at you firmly but not only because he was waiting for your reaction “You know… you are beautiful” He whispered and you barely heard him over the music. You opened your eyes, turned around facing him and just smiling as a response. He got closer, your noses were softly touching each other and for that moment you forgot about the music, about where were you, you forgot about the world, for that moment the universe narrowed to you and Joe facing each other. When your lips crashed together it was perfect, it was definitely not a desperate kiss, it was a soft one, full of love and hope. When the song finished you two separated with your faces full of happiness.

“It was a good song, I guess” You giggled still really close to him

“You guess?” He smirked  

“Well, someone made me miss it. I cannot focus in two things at the same time. Specially when one of them is a handsome man kissing me” You joked giving him a little cute kiss afterwards. Joe wrapped you with his arms. “Maybe put the song again, this time I promise I’ll listen to it but you have to control yourself and let me listen”

“First of all, I don’t think I can control myself. Second of all, I don’t want to stand up and ruin this moment” He argued, kissing you again “I correct myself, I can’t control” He breathed between kisses.

“As much as I’m loving this I really want to learn about Queen, I mean there must be a reason for you you to love them that much” You wondered backing off a little

“There is more than one, it’s not only about their music” He answered

“What’s the other? Besides their music I mean” You asked, confused about what he just said

“I am John Richard Deacon” He winked at you raising his eyebrows in a funny way which made you think it was a joke

“You what” you laughed “You are not Joe”

“Technically, no I’m not but I am him in a movie we are filming.” He explained “Actually that song I chose was written by him”

“Makes sense now, I am surprised you are in such a big production. Wow.” You said

“You… are not… overwhelmed by that are you Y/N?” He asked, he was genuinely worried about his career getting in the way. His eyes where now looking at the floor.

“God no! Of course not. Joe look at me” You grabbed his face making him look at you “Joe, I don’t know if it has happened before but I am not like that ok? Your career and what we are is not influenced by the other so don’t ever worry about that again.”

“Ok, I really must show you some of my Queen favorites” He stood up. His attitude changed suddenly, he was really not good at opening about his feeling contrary of what people would think of extrovert people. “Everything by it’s time” you thought deciding you wouldn’t pressure him to talk about his feelings.

The night went by and he showed you more Queen songs, even some Disco ones which you’d had imagined were theirs. The amount of thing Joe knew about Queen was impressive, he really was passionate about them and his role in the movie, it was like his eyes shined every time he talked about it. At some point he even played the bass for you, he looked really handsome and kinda hot while doing it. It was getting really late and you had to leave since you were driving home.

“Do you really have to leave?” He asked while holding you in his arms, acting a bit like a little kid which was cute

“I really have to Joe, sorry” You apologized

“Don’t apologize when you can stay” He flirted trying to convince you

“As smooth as that was, I can’t” You giggled

“Fine but kiss me before you leave me all alone”

“Joseph I am not leaving you all alone” You disclosed “But yes I’ll kiss you” you gave him a really long sweet kiss. You tried to back off but he pulled you again turning the kiss into a hot one, he slowly bit your lip just before letting you go.

“You still don’t want to stay?” He murmured with a smirk on his face

“I want to but I can” You said getting away from his touch “Not yet at least” You comforted him

“Fine, I won’t control myself when you are ready for it girl” He kissed you cheek trying to provoke you.

“Goodbye” You gave him a small kiss right before opening the door “Don’t miss me a lot” You walked to your car

“I will beautiful” You heard him say while getting into your car.

“Already miss you” Joe texted, it surprised you how sweet yet hot he could be. In the way home you fantasized how he was when he didn’t control himself as he said. The thought of him was already getting you all bothered “I will be ready soon” you replied when you got home.

[breakfreefromyourlies]

With a taste of your lips (Part 3) – Reader x Gwilym Lee

Summary: You learned about Gwilym’s girlfriend. How will you handle it?

A/N: I’m sorry for posting just now, I got really busy with work and trying not to have multiple mental breakdowns so far in 2019 haha. I hope you like this chapter, I liked writing it. And sorry for the ending, please don’t be mad at me haha. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of it and if you want to be added to the tag list. And remember that English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are grammatical mistakes.  

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Words count: 1.7k

« Did you know? » You asked Joe, your tone was a bit cold.  

“Know what honey?” He replied, not quite sure what the subject was about.

“About Gwilym’s … you know” You said, trying to finish the question with your hands so he could understand without you actually saying it.  

“Girlfriend?” He added, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes, girlfriend.” You finally said as if the word was burning your tongue.

“I had heard that they dated for over a year I think but eventually broke up. I didn’t know they were back together honestly.” He said before adding with a smirk on his lips “Why? Are you jealous Y/N?”.  

“Of course not!” You replied with a nervous laugh. “I just find it strange that he never mentioned it.” You added, trying to find an excuse to why you felt betrayed.

“I don’t know… Why don’t you ask him? You’re the closest friend he has between all of us, I’m sure he’ll tell you why.” He advised you, putting his hand on your arm.

You nodded as you turned your face to look at Gwilym and Ana. She was gorgeous, tall, an angelic face with long blonde hair that could make Rapunzel jealous, a smile to fall for, a perfect model-ish look. You understood why Gwilym had fallen for her. They were looking perfect together.

Your heart filled with a feeling of sadness. He was giving her a tour of the set. You caught him looking at you. As soon as your eyes met, you immediately lowered yours as you stood up to join Rami and Ben.

The shooting of the “We will rock you” scene went without a glitch this afternoon. Ana stood next to you during the entire filming. You could see how focused she was on Gwilym, but not as focused as you were on her. As soon as the scene stopped, Gwilym came behind the cameras ready to ask you what you thought of his acting but Ana immediately ran towards him to congratulate his performance.  

“You were amazing babe! So good!” She said, hugging and giving him a passionate kiss on his lips. You could see that he was not comfortable with the display of affection in front of everyone, and particularly in front of you.

You felt sick seeing them so close. You didn’t understand why you felt that way. You wanted him to be happy and if Ana made him so, it was all that mattered. Why seeing him with her brought you so much pain?

The “Another one bites the dust” scene was next to be shot and the boys needed to change clothes.

Allen was already ready for the scene and you decided to chat with him while waiting for the boys to be done with makeup.

About an hour later, Ben and Joe left the dressing room as they started heading toward the studio. You saw Gwilym following them before coming to you.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” Gwilym asked you with a soft smile on his face.

You nodded as you both headed in a small room where some equipments were stocked.

“Where’s Ana?” You asked him, not actually caring about the answer.

“She went home. I told her that her presence on set was disturbing the crew and their work.” He replied calmly.  

“Why didn’t you tell me about her?” The question left your lips before you could realize.

“I forgot I guess.” He replied, his eyes looking at his hands.

“You forgot? That’s your excuse? That you forgot?” You replied coldly, your voice increasing more and more after each word.

He didn’t reply.

His lack of answer made you madder “Cut the bullshit Gwilym, I know you. You don’t forget to tell me things. You tell me everything that go through your mind at anytime of the day. You want a fucking sandwich with peanut butter on it, you tell me. You reminisce the time your brother made you laugh so hard milk started pouring out of your nose, you tell me. But oh, you forget to tell me you have a girlfriend?” You screamed at him, waving your hands in the air.

Your anger surprised him.

“Why are you so mad about it anyway? » He replied on the verge of screaming.

His question took you by surprise. It’s not that you didn’t know what to answer, you just couldn’t.

“You know what? Nevermind.” You replied as you decided to leave the room.

“We’re not finished Y/N!” Gwilym screamed but you had already left the room as you felt your eyes filling up with tears.

You were almost sure the whole crew had heard the fight but you didn’t care. You decided to head to the restroom to collect yourself and put water to your face. Tears were now falling heavily.

As you raised your face to look in the mirror, you saw Ben behind you, in full costume. Before letting him a chance to say anything you told him “If you’re here to tease me, please don’t. I’m definitely not in the mood”.

He came towards you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “That’s not why I’m here. I saw you didn’t seem well. I just wanted to make sure everything was ok.” He replied, smiling softly.

“Yes, it’s all good.” You said, knowing neither of you believed that answer.

“You know you can talk to me Y/N. I mean yes we tease each other on a daily basis but I’m still your friend and if you need to talk or vent or hit someone to let the anger out I’m here.” He said, trying to make you feel better.  

“It’s just, I don’t know. Gwilym is my best friend and I should be happy to meet his girlfriend… but I’m not. It’s stupid, I-I don’t know why I’m saying this. I shouldn’t.” You mumbled, trying not to let the tears falling.

“I think we both know why you feel that way. We all see how close you guys are and sometimes feelings change, they grow.” He replied before adding “You should talk to him. Tell him how you feel, why you’re hurt. I mean it’s Gwilym, you know him. He’ll do anything to make you smile.”

“Thank you Ben. It’s actually really nice when we don’t tear each other apart.” You said while giving him an embrace. “Don’t make them wait. Go.” You added, leaving the restroom with him.

You couldn’t focus during the filming. You kept replaying in your head the fight and you felt bad of the way you handled the thing. Not once did Gwilym look at you during the scene, making you feel much worse.

The night had fallen and it was time to leave the set for the day but before going you didn’t want to leave things as they were with Gwilym. You decided to go to his trailer and apologize for your outburst. You knocked and heard him walked to the door.

“Are you here to scream at me?” He said as soon as he saw you.

“I’m just here to talk.” You replied before adding “Can I come in? »

He stepped away from the door, making space for you to enter.

« Listen Gwil, I’m really sorry about what I said earlier and how I said it. » You started. He was looking carefully at you without saying a word. « I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me about Ana. I thought we could tell each other everything. » You added.

« I was scared, I guess. » He replied, sitting down on the couch as you did the same.

« Scared of what Gwil? Come on, it’s me. There’s nothing to be scared of. I would never judge you. » You said, almost desperately.

“I was scared things would change between us.” He replied almost instantly.

You looked at him not quite sure to understand.

“What things Gwil?” You asked.

He marked a pause, looking at your lips then lowering his eyes before adding “You know what things”.  

You knew exactly what he meant. The teasings, the tension, the nights spent together at his apartment, your behavior on set when others are watching. Everything would change now that Ana was in the picture. You almost regretted asking the question.

“Well, I’m glad to see that you don’t hate me.” You told him as you stood up ready to leave.

“I could never hate you Y/N.” He whispered.  

You pretended not to hear, your heart aching. “It’s late, I don’t want to bother you any longer. You should have some sleep. Tomorrow is another big day.” You advised him while heading towards the door.

“Always taking care of me. What would I do without you?” He said. It was the first time that you saw him smile today.

“Behind every great man there’s a great woman.” You replied, laughing. “Well, have a good night. I’ll see you tomorrow Gwil.” You added, ready to open the door.

“Y/N, wait!” Gwilym said before taking a step toward you.

You could feel his breath on you, your back almost pressing against the door. Your breathing was going faster and faster.

He put his hands on your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“What are you doing?” You asked despite knowing exactly what was about to happen.

“Something I should have done a long time ago.” He replied before kissing you with all the passion in him. You could feel your tongues becoming one. The kiss was so much better and hotter than you could have imagined. You didn’t want to leave, ever.

“Y/N/N? Are you okay?” Gwilym asked seeing you lost your attention for a few seconds.

“W-what?” You asked confused, realizing that everything had just happened in your imagination. “H-hum, I-I have to go” You said leaving the trailer without looking back.  

Fuck!

[intheyear39]

Dahil Mahal Kita [Because I Love You] (Ben Hardy x Filipino!Reader)

Genre: Romance / Fluff

Length: A Five-Part Series. Part I - 184 words.

Summary: Ben asks you to teach him some Tagalog words. It becomes an adventure afterwards.

Author’s Note: From a prompt by @moonvinyls, and originally written for her too! It’s just a series of drabbles because it pretty much works that way. I’m sorry this is very specific, but even if you’re not Filipino (or don’t understand it) you should be able read this without a lot of difficulty. Will probably do some translation footnotes at the end if this takes off. IF. And comments are absolutely welcome!

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V (End)

I.

“Teach me some Tagalog words,” Ben leans closer to you, whispering in your ear.

You smile as you feel goosebumps all over your body. Since he learned you were bilingual, he has become fascinated with learning the language, often prodding you with quick lessons here and there.

You are more than welcome to oblige. You scoff, “What do you want to learn?”

He smiles, “Y’know, the good stuff.”

You blush; he’s too good at this. “I hate you. Is that a good start?”

His face falls. Your heart hurts, because how can you do that to such an angelic face?

“Fine,” you give in, “the best stuff is ‘I love you’ which is, simply put, ‘mahal kita’.”

“Mah-hul kee-tuh,” is the best he can do, you can tell. “Which word means what?”

“‘Mahal’ is love used as a verb, ‘kita’ is you but used more in the context of ‘from me to you’.”

“I see,” he smiles again. “That sounds beautiful.”

“It is.”

“Mahal kita,” he repeats, still with his thick accent, but you find it cuter more than anything. So you kiss him.

Taglist: @theoddowldoodle @bburellina @im-happy-at-home

[bulsara-babe]

Okay i have a 43k word document of Queen Ideas and still no fanfiction

I NEED HELP

Somebody write this damn fanfiction for me but exactly as I would do it if I would do it

But im not damn me

[likesomekindofcheese]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where it’s Christmas Eve and they are sitting by the Christmas tree and Joe surprises reader with a present and when reader opens it, it’s a velvet box and Joe takes it from reader and goes into a speech about how much he loves her and that when he first laid eyes on reader in college, it was love at first sight and he gets down on one knee and asks reader to marry him?

Awww, that's cute!

Again, I don't do requests for longshots but I can do a blurb!

"Oh, look! Snow!" you cried, running to the window. You felt the chill already from the window.

White flurries by now were falling down so heavily, that it blanketed everywhere. It was so beautiful- and with the fireplace on and the Christmas tree twinkling with lights and decorations, it was quite a perfect Christmas Eve. In the back, the Nutcracker pas de deux between the Sugar Plum Fairy and her Cavalier Prince was playing.

"I think having you be me would make it better..." Joe suggested.

You turned around and saw him with a cheeky smile. You then went over and sat down next to him, letting him cuddle you.

"How are you? Was your Christmas Eve busy? I had to do some last-minute shopping..." you said.

"I'm...I'm good...great..." Joe answered.

You looked at him and saw that his ears were bright pink. Normally, he was talkative and confident, but he seemed a little quiet today.

"What's up? Something happened with your mom?" you asked.

"No! She's okay!"

"An audition went badly!?"

"No, not at all! I...it's just I...uh, have a gift for you and it can't wait for tomorrow," he announced.

"Oh! Okay- which one is it?" you questioned, looking after the presents you just finished wrapping up.

He cleared his throat and you returned your head. He had a box that was square and small, wrapped in red and white striped paper.

"Alright, great!" you said cheerfully.

Once you undid the paper and broke open the cardboard box you saw inside was...a small velvet box.

The breath was knocked out of you and your heart picked up.

"Joe, uhm, is...is..."

His eyes, shiny and sincere, looked up at you.

"Y/N, I...I've known you for a while and we have dated for a while and I..I think I have loved you from the moment I met you. I can be myself around you. It was a small love, but a part of me wondered, just wondered...wondered if I met the person who should be my person. I just had to be sure...so I spent time with you. And that little love it grew and grew. I see stars in your eyes, Y/N, and a smile that gives me life. Crap, I'm getting so sappy! I..."

He rubbed the back of his head.

"I don't even talk like this!"

"It's okay, Joe!" you said with a slight laugh. But your eyes were starting to well up.

"But I love you, Y/N and I want you to be happy. I would love it if I could make you happy for the rest of your life, so Y/N..."

Your head spun as he got on one knee. The music surged to it's most romantic.

"Will you marry m-"

It was cut off as you leaned down and planted a large kiss on his lips in answer.

There was a sudden buzz from his phone. It was from Ben.

"Have you proposed to her yet, Mate? Update me!"

Both of you smiled at it. You opened the box and propped the shiny diamond ring on your finger.

"Let's take a picture as an answer!" you suggested.

Taglist: @borhapgirlforlife19 @queenlover05

[assembledherethevolunteers]

Request 4

A/N: Hi, everybody! This was supposed to come out…a long time ago, but a friend of mine’s grandmother passed and she was not doing well and then I wasn’t doing well for a couple different reasons…BUT! I am back. This request came from @sydi22. They actually requested 2 with Ben and we decided to combine them. (They requested Ben and reader finding out that she’s pregnant on Christmas morning and the two of them hiding the fact they had twins and everybody coming over and finding out) I hope they and everybody enjoy this!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x female!Reader

Summary: Christmas morning with your husband doesn’t quite go as planned.

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of sexy time, Mentions of Pregnancy/Complications getting pregnant, Fluff

Taglist: @queenlover05 @zodiacaldust

 You could hear you husband milling about the apartment, every now and then saying something to Frankie.

You always loved the way he talked to her, it always made your heart melt a little. You slipped into your dress, which felt a bit tight, but you suspect as much since you hadn’t been to the gym lately. You reached back to zip up your dress, but it seemed to be stuck. You pulled on it tighter, just trying to get the dressed zipped, when you realized you couldn’t breathe. Not well, anyway.

You sighed, knowing that this would lead to some teasing from Ben, and called for him.

“Yes, love?” Ben asked, walking into the room with Frankie on his heels.

“Can you help me get zipped?”

Ben gave you a smirk, but didn’t say anything as you turned around. He took his time, running his hands up your back to where the zipper was stuck. Once one of his hands found the zipper, his other found your ass.

“As much as I would love to take time and enjoy this, your mother will kill us if we’re late to church, so we sort of need to speed this up.”

“I can be fast,” Ben gave you a squeeze.

“Oh, trust me, I know.”

“Rude,” Ben muttered as he tried to zip up your dress. “Um…sweetheart?”

You knew what he was going to say, but still didn’t want to hear it. “What?”

“I er…it’s not…going up. I think it’s…”

“It doesn’t fit does it?”

“I don’t think so, love,” Ben muttered, but pressed a kiss to the side of your neck for comfort.

“Shit,” you sighed. “Well, that’s what I get for not taking care of myself,” you felt tears come to your eyes. You knew it was stupid and it didn’t really matter how you looked, but it still hurt a bit.

“Why don’t you wear that dress you wore to Gwil’s Christmas party? That one was nice.”

“Nice enough for church?” You turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. Your in-laws were usually pretty laid back, but Ben’s grandmother was…not. At least not when it came to major church holidays.  

“Whatever you wear will be fine, but we really do need to get going,” Ben started to unzip your dress.

You huffed and stepped out of the dress as Ben sat on the bed, watching you. He watched you curiously more than anything else.

“Is there a reason you’re looking at me like that?”

“I can’t enjoy watching my wife half naked?”

“You can,” you replied, walking over to your closet. “You just usually have a different look on your face.”

“I was just enjoying the view.”

You hummed at him in response and grabbed the other dress off the hanger.

“Also,” Ben continued. “I was just thinking about some things.”

“Such as?” You stepped into the dress.

“Well, you’ve been rather tired lately, and you’ve been eating a bit more.”

You turned to Ben and stared at him. Waiting for him to continue, but you didn’t say anything.

“A…and…well,” Ben cleared his throat, now seemingly embarrassed. “Now your dress isn’t fitting right and…I just…I’m thinking that…maybe it’s time to check again.”

You closed your eyes, “Ben,” you sighed.

“I know, I know,” Ben stood up and walked over to you. “But we haven’t checked for a while and…” Ben took one of your hands and started playing with your fingers. “It’s not like we’ve been super careful or anything.”

You wrapped your arms around Ben’s neck, and he wrapped his around your waist. “I know, but I just…I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

You and Ben had tried to get pregnant for the last two years but stopped trying because you’d both gotten frustrated with the process, and eventually each other. You’d stopped trying around June and started working on your relationship again. It had been great, but neither of you had brought it up since then, even though you both knew it was something the other still wanted.

“I understand,” Ben kissed your forehead. The two of you stood, holding each other, until Ben spoke up again. “We should really get going. My mum is going to be angry if we’re late again.”

The two of you made your way to the church, with just enough time to find your seats before everything started. You were sandwiched between your mother-in-law and husband and your mind started to wander.

What if you were pregnant? Ben had brought up some good points. You had barely had any energy lately when you got home from work, but you had chalked that up to the holidays coming around and it being the time of year where you just got more tired. You also had been hungrier, but again, you just thought it was not getting out and just mindlessly eating. Maybe you should take the test again. Maybe…

“Y/N,” your mother-in-law whispered. “Are you okay?”

You blinked and turned to look at her, but realized she was standing, and you were supposed to be too. You quickly stood up and recited the prayers with everyone else.

The rest of the service passed without incident, but you still couldn’t get the thought off your mind.

The remainder of the night was spent at Ben’s grandmother’s house. The family exchanged gifts, and ate, everybody enjoying themselves.

“Y/N, come here, dear,” Ben’s grandmother called to you from the living room.

You’d been in the kitchen with your mother-in-law, sipping on wine. You walked into the living room, your glass in hand, and sat next to Ben’s grandmother on the couch.

“I don’t know if you should be doing that,” she nodded at the wine glass.

“Oh,” you ducked your head, embarrassed. “Well, Ben’s driving home so…”

“Oh no, I wasn’t talking about that. I just meant that drinking while pregnant is not advised.”

You nearly dropped your glass as she fixed you with a sly smile.

“Did you think I didn’t notice? I was waiting for the two of you to say something at dinner, but neither of you spoke up.”

“Well, if I’m being honest, w…we’re not sure about it, yet. I haven’t taken a test or anything.”

“I would suggest it,” she simply shrugged, but the grin on her face never changed.

“And just what are the two of you whispering about in here?” Ben poked his head into the living room.

She bated at the air as if to shoo Ben away. “Oh nothing, but I’m about to ask all of you to leave. I’m old and I’m tired.”

Ben rolled his eyes with a smile. “Nan, you’re not that old.”

“Well, I am about to be a great…”

You jumped up on your feet, cutting her off. “She’s right though, Ben. We should get going. We’ve been here nearly five hours, not counting church.”

Ben looked between the two of you. “You alright?”

“Yes, but let’s just get going.”

The two of you said your goodbyes to Ben’s family before leaving in the house. As you drove past a pharmacy, you told Ben to stop.

“Um…sure, why?” Ben pulled into the parking lot.

“I just…want to grab something. I’ll be right back.”

Ben gave you a strange look before you ran inside. You picked up a pregnancy test and stared at if for a bit before finally walked up to the front to buy it.

You walked back out to the car, hiding your purchase in your purse and Ben looked up from his phone. “Are you going to tell me what that was about?”

“No, not yet,” you replied, putting on your seat belt.

“Alright then, keep your secrets,” Ben told you as he started up the car. “The boys say Merry Christmas, by the way.”

“Aw, how are the boys?”

The two of you drove back to the house, talking about possibly taking a trip to the states to see them once the two of you had time.

Once you made it back home, you and Ben went inside. He started to change but you went into the bathroom. You took the test and waited.

Ben knocked on the door. “Sweetheart, can I come in?”

“Not yet!” You still had another minute on your timer before the test was done. You heard Ben mutter something through the door, but he didn’t come in.

Your phone buzzed and you took a deep breath before looking at the test.

‘Pregnant’. You read it three times just to make sure. And after you made sure, your eyes started to tear up.

“B..Ben?!” You yelled. “You can come in now!”

Ben walked into the bathroom, raising an eyebrow at you.

“So, I…I think…um…your grandmother…” You stumbled around, trying to find the right words to say before you finally just handed him the test.

Ben took it from you and stared at it for a few moments before he looked up at you, tearing up. “Are you sure?”

“I mean, we can’t be sure until I go to a doctor but…”

Ben cut you off by pulling you into a close, tight hug. You buried your head in his chest and tried not to cry.

“I love you so much,” Ben whispered in your ear.

You let out a chuckle before you looked up at him. He was staring at you with such a loving look that you felt like your heart was going to explode. You leaned up and pressed your lips to his.

“I love you too.”

10 MONTHS LATER

“Don’t you want to eat, sweetheart?” Ben murmured at your daughter as he tried to give her a bottle again. She would start to eat, but then she would turn her head and whine. “Look, your brother is eating.” Ben nodded at you, holding your son as he was sucking down the bottle you were giving him.

“She did eat more than him at breakfast,” you replied, not taking your eyes off your son. He had his big blue/green eyes open staring at you. It made your heart want to explode how much he looked like his father. Your daughter had gotten Ben’s blonde hair, but other than that looked like you. You loved her just as much.

It had been a huge shock that you were having twins. So much of a shock that most of your friends didn’t actually know. The two of you had decided to keep a low profile about most of the pregnancy, including the birth, only letting people on social media know that everybody was doing great. The only ones that knew were your parents and siblings.

You glimpse over at Ben holding Lily. He was staring down at her like she was the center of his whole universe. You felt your eyes tear up seeing your husband and daughter just staring at each other and quickly tried to stop. You looked back down at Logan in your arms but that didn’t help the tears.

“So she doesn’t need this whole thing?” Ben held up a bottle, shooting a look to you. “Oh, love, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing, nothing,” you sniffled, not meeting Ben’s eyes. “Just left over hormones, you know.”

Ben chuckled under his breath and walked over to you. He pressed a kiss to your temple. “I love you too.”

You laughed a bit before glancing up at him. “We should get ready. I think that mad lot will get here soon.”

Ben offered to get the babies dressed so that you could take a shower to get ready. You couldn’t have asked for a better partner through everything. Ben had been so attentive through your pregnancy and now that you were home, he was always the one that got up if one or both the babies were crying or needed a late night feeding.

After a much needed shower, you came out to see Ben on the bed, just watching the twins sleeping.

“I can’t believe you just…gave birth to them,” Ben whispered to you. “They were inside your body not even a month ago and now here they are.”

You smiled a bit before walking over to the bed. “I know, I’m amazing, but.”

Ben grabbed your arm and looked up at you. “No, you really are,” Ben kissed your hand.

You bit your bottom lip, trying your best not to cry again. Damn these hormones.

“You should get ready. Everybody will probably be here soon.”

Nearly an hour later, your doorbell rang. You and Ben were sitting on the couch, the twins were in their swings, still sleeping.

“You should get the door,” you told Ben. “I think they love you more than me.”

“I know for a fact that’s not true,” Ben gave you a kiss before he got up to answer the door. “Well, hell…OOF!”

“BEN! IT’S BEEN TOO LONG! I ALMOST FORGOT WHAT YOU LOOKED LIKE!” You heard Joe Mazzello’s voice carry through your flat. You then heard a twinkling laugh along with some other ones.

“Who let you out in public, Joe?” Another familiar voice, belonging to Brian May asked.

You laughed along with everybody else and noticed that the twins’ eyes were now open. They weren’t upset, just sort of looking around, trying to find the source of the noise.

“Now, where is that baby of yours?” Roger Taylor’s voice seemed to be getting closer.

Everybody then walked into the living room. You stood up, ready for hugs and hellos.

You gave hugs to Gwil, Joe, Rami, Roger, and Brian. They all asked how you were and how things were going with motherhood.

“Um…guys?” Joe’s voice had a tinge of fake concern. “Does the hospital know that you have two of them?”

Everybody’s attention finally turned towards the babies.

“Well, no, we just got the one but the other was so cute we took them too,” you laughed.

“Oh, Y/N, congratulations!” Brian pulled you into another hug.

“Thank you, now who wants to hold them?”

Roger picked up Logan, not needing any more of an invitation and introducing himself as his “fake grandfather”.

Rami and Joe played Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who would get to hold Lily first. Rami won and gently picked her up, staring at her like he might break her.

“Does anybody want anything to drink?” Ben offered before making his way into the kitchen, Brian going with him to help carry the drinks in.

“So, Y/N,” Gwil asked. “How’s Ben at being a father?”

You looked over at Ben, laughing at something Brian had said as he filled a glass with water.

“He’s absolutely wonderful.”

The rest of the afternoon, you, Ben, and everybody else had a great time catching up. You hadn’t seen most of them since you’d been pregnant, especially Joe and Rami.

Joe was in the middle of a story, holding Logan, when Lily made noise in Brian’s arms.

“Oh, she’s probably finally hungry,” Ben offered to take her.

Brian tutted and asked if she had a bottle. Ben got up to get it ready for her.

That was the moment you took in what was really going on. You had literal rock stars and movie stars fawning over your babies. How crazy had your life become?

Ben came back with the bottle, handed it to Brian, and then sat next to you. You took his hand and gave it a squeeze. Ben looked at you with a smile.

You supposed you wouldn’t exchange your crazy life for anything.

[jessahmewren]

“i didn’t know it could be like this”/ Queen / Bohemian Rhapsody Fan Fiction

Chapter 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Summary:  Roger and John don't really understand the Dom/sub scene, until they meet two Doms who actually care, or that fic where Rog and John are in a bad situation until Brian and Freddie show them what good sex is all about. 

Rated E: for Exceedingly smutty from the first sentence

Chapter 1 of ?

Pairings: Freddie Mercury/John Deacon, Brian May/Roger Taylor, Roger Taylor/John Deacon, eventual puppy pile (It’s Poly y’all)

Words: 3081

Also on AO3  

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Roger pulled off the man’s cock with a sputtering gasp, working to keep his head up.  His vision swam, blurry with unshed tears. 

“Chin up, cutie,” the gruff voice above him commanded, and he obeyed, tears dripping from his lashes as his head went back in time to catch the warm load that painted his face white. 

Roger sank bank on his heels, his wrists bound behind his back.  The man’s hands on him were rough, fingers twisting in his blond hair as he forced his face up. 

“Such a slut for my cock, huh?”  The hand in Roger’s hair tightened until he squeaked out a weak ‘yessir.’

The man leered, a low chuckle bubbling from his chest, and unbound Roger’s hands.  Without a word he left him kneeling where he was, come and tears dripping from his chin and onto the lime green carpet. 

---

John’s arms shook, his head tucked between his shoulders as the two men took turns pounding into him.  Their thrusts were shallow and sloppy, and to John, at least, it was clear they had never done this before.

Of course, they wouldn’t touch his cock.

He had chewed his lip raw from the discomfort of them rutting into him, their sweaty bodies draped over his, heavy and suffocating.  John bit back whimpers and silently prayed to anyone listening that they would finish soon. 

“Let’s flip him over,” one of them said, out of breath.  “I wanna see his face.” 

Dutifully, John rolled onto his back, wincing as they roughly entered him again.  The larger man slapped John suddenly on the thigh, making him jump.  “Say something bitch,” he taunted, “aren’t you enjoying yourself?”

John swallowed nervously.  “Yes sir, very much,” he managed.  “Keep fucking me sir.  I love it.” 

After all a client was a client, and you had to keep them happy. 

“You damn right you love it, you whore.” 

John’s eyes welled, but he blinked the tears away.  One day, he would stop being so sensitive.  He clenched the bedsheets, trying to relax as the man jerked his hips, gasping and rutting his way through his orgasm.

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Brian set his guitar down and sighed.  “That’s the third bassist this week Freddie.  And we can’t keep relying on the drummer down at the pub to practice with us.” 

Freddie put the mic stand back into its base.  “Darling, relax.  Everything’s going to fall into place!  We’ve got fliers up all over campus.”  The singer winked at Brian.  “What we need is a night out.” 

Brian shook his head, his curls bouncing.  “Oh no.  We don’t have the money for that Fred.  And I need to study, anyway.” 

Freddie pouted.  “You’re always studying!  A little hedonism is good for the mind.”  He grabbed Brian’s arm.  “Come on love.  Off we go.  Into the night to see what it holds for us.” 

Brian reluctantly followed Freddie to their beat-up van, secretly hating how the charismatic singer could talk him into anything.

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John and Roger met downstairs for their weekly meeting with the club manager, Ray Foster.  He was an outright creep, but he did keep everything running well and was quick to supply the club goers (employees and patrons) with whatever they needed.  As long as you didn’t find yourself alone with him for too long, he was tolerable. 

“It’s Saturday night, gents.  Big fucking night around here, as usual.  Look your best, be your best.  Make the customer happy.  Any problems, report them straight to me.  Anyone have any questions?” 

They both shook their heads, quietly holding hands on the couch.  John had met Roger at Club Orchid, and he had taken John under his wing.  Both of them were painfully new to the Dom/sub scene, but had caught on pretty quick.  It was pretty much sink or swim, and both of them desperately needed the money. 

John and Roger broke apart before heading to the lounge, each of them giving the other an appraising look.  Roger was wearing a pair of tight leather pants and a sheer shirt.  His blond hair was tousled and lustrous, and the way it caught the light almost gave him a halo.  John's short shorts accentuated his bum, and the billowy white shirt he wore was half open.  They smiled at each other. 

This was John’s favorite part of the evening…just hanging out with Roger, drinking and waiting on clients.  Drugs were available to workers as well, but John never took them.  He did drink though. It helped take the edge off.  And he rarely held back. 

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“So where are you taking me,” Brian finally asked Freddie, noticing they were headed downtown. 

Freddie smiled.  “Well, I figured it was about time we got back on the scene.” 

Brian nearly choked.  “You mean, THE scene?  NO, Freddie.”

“Darling, you can’t let one bad experience put you off!  You are one of the most splendid Doms I’ve ever seen.” 

Brian was shaking his head.  “This isn’t a good idea, Fred.”                  

Freddie was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and humming.  “It’s the best idea I’ve had in a long time.  We’re in for the night of our lives.” 

They pulled up to Club Orchid, and Brian's frown only deepened. 

“Don’t give me that look, Bri,” Freddie began.  It’s technically not prostitution.  There’s a cover charge, and then you get inside and do whatever you want.  If you leave a tip, well you leave a tip.” 

“Freddie—“ Brian began, rubbing his hand over his face.

“It’s done, my darling.  We’re already here.  Might as well enjoy ourselves.” 

Walking into the club was a little disorienting at first.  It was almost like a parlor, set up with couches and chairs and a little receiving desk.  Deeper inside the club, though, it was dark, with purple and blue lights in the corners that emitted a soft glow.  There was music playing, but surprisingly to Brian, it wasn’t too loud. 

And there were men everywhere.  Tall men, short men--of all shapes, sizes, and colors--leaning over small tables, drinking, laughing, and chatting.  Freddie smiled, adjusting the collar of his jacket.  “What a garden of forbidden fruit,” he muttered to himself. 

He was the first one to step out, easily charming himself around the room.  Everyone he spoke with, of course, was happy to see him and went out of his way to be accommodating and polite. 

Brian was somehow stuck to the wall. 

It was a bit overwhelming, suddenly, to be back on the scene so quickly.  To be gone for so many months, and then to be thrust back in, with all of these partners to choose from.  Brian thought briefly of simply walking out. 

Then men started walking up to him, and strangely he felt a bit better…more comfortable.  Until a blond came up to him in a sheer shirt and large blue eyes and he lost the ability to breathe. 

“Hi there.”  The blond flashed a shy smile.  His lips were full, and he had a small collar seated around his neck. 

“Hi,” Brian managed.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” the blond flirted.  “And I would’ve remembered you.” 

Brian swallowed thickly, already growing hard in his pants.  “Never been here before.” 

Then he laughed.  The blond laughed, a throaty sort of laugh, but somehow still high and lilting, before placing his arm on his.  “Well, do you want to get to know each other better?” 

Brian nodded dumbly before letting the blond lead him upstairs.  “I didn’t catch your name,” he asked stupidly as the door opened in front him.  

“It’s Roger,” the blond purred as he reached for Brian’s fly.  “And that’s all you need to know.”

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John stirred his drink, staring down into the fruity concoction a little woefully.  So, he wouldn’t get a client tonight.  It shouldn’t cut into his and Roger’s rent money too much, not if they cut back on food.  He couldn’t resist a sigh. 

“Well hello darling!  I haven’t spoken to you yet.” 

John looked up at the sugary sweet voice to find the most beautiful man he’d ever laid eyes on.  Sparkling brown eyes, tan skin, long dark hair sweeping his shoulders.  John usually wasn’t attracted to people who came in the club, but…

“What has you looking so glum, sweetheart?”

John forced a smile onto his face.  “Oh, it’s nothing.  I’m John, by the way.” 

Freddie smiled, then took the hand and kissed it.  “John.  It’s lovely to meet you.  But it didn’t look like nothing when I sat down,” Freddie prodded. 

John quirked his mouth.  “You wanna go upstairs and talk about it?” 

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Roger settled on his knees, the rug burn comforting and familiar.  “There’s toys in the dresser,” he said as he looked up at the curly-haired man.  “I’m yours for the hour.”  

His blue eyes lowered to Brian’s cock, pulling it out of his pants before the man could say anything. 

“Whoah, we need to have a talk first,” Brian said, panting. 

“Condoms, and lube,” the blond said, shaking his head. “Bedside table.” 

“No,” Brian said as he pulled the blond off of his knees.  “About limits.  And about your safeword.” 

Roger just looked at him in confusion. 

Brian sat down on the bed, his head in his hands. 

“Roger, have you never had limits?  Things that you definitely aren’t comfortable with?”

The blond just shrugged.  “I didn’t know I could.” 

Brian grimaced.  “Oh you poor dear.  I’m so sorry.” 

Roger looked at him strangely.  “Have I done something wrong?”

Brian just shook his head.  “No. Everyone else did.” 

Roger was still standing there looking at him sort of helplessly, so Brian decided it was time to take control.  “I want you strip Roger, and then lie down on the bed.”

Roger dutifully complied, and Brian took the opportunity to fully appreciate the young man’s pale, perfect skin and his slender physique. 

Brian palmed his growing erection, clearly visible where he reclined on the bed.  He wanted very badly to praise the young man, but he didn’t know his needs yet, so he bit his tongue. 

“Alright Roger, come lie down on the bed,” he said as he gently patted the spot beside him.  When Roger was in place, he went to the dresser and withdrew a blindfold and some soft cotton rope. 

“Think of a word that you can remember,” Brian said, “and if things get to be too much and you need me to stop, just say that word and things will stop, no questions asked.  That word is called your safeword.  Ok Roger?” 

Roger blinked up at him with those liquid blue eyes.  “You won’t be mad if I say it?” 

Brian smiled.  “No, of course not.  I have one too.  Mine is dessert.  If I say the word dessert, everything stops.  Now what about you?” 

Roger finally smiled.  “Rainbow,” he said. 

“Ok Roger now what’s mine?” 

“Dessert,” Roger said. 

“And yours is rainbow,” Brian said. 

Roger nodded. 

“Good, we have an understanding.  Now Roger, I’m going to put this blindfold on you.  Is that alright?”

Roger smiled, his tongue stuck cutely between his teeth.  “You don’t have to ask, it’s your hour.” 

Brian tutted.  “I do have to ask.  Because good sex is always consensual.  So is that OK with you?”

“Yeah,” Roger finally said. 

Brian blindfolded Roger and then bound his hands, again asking his permission to do so.  He could tell this type of communication was a foreign experience for Roger, who was probably used to men having their way with him and then just leaving.  It made Brian unspeakably sad. 

Brian looked down at the blond, the red silk blindfold over his eyes and his arms tied over his head, and something twisted in his gut.  “You’re so beautiful,” Brian whispered, as he trailed over Roger’s chest, eliciting a gasp from Roger. 

“You want me to suck your cock,” Roger whispered. 

“I want you to stop talking,” Brian said flatly.  “You’re being very naughty, speaking out of turn, and you’ll need to be punished.  Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry sir,” Roger responded immediately, jerking as Brian plucked one of his nipples. 

“On your knees,” Brian commanded.  “Elbows together so you can lean on them.” 

Roger did as he was told, bum in the air with his back arched in a beautiful bow.  When the cool sensation of Brian’s lubricated fingers hit his rim, his whole body jumped. 

“Easy now, love,” Brian soothed, “nice and easy.”  One finger went in easily, making teasing circles against Roger’s walls.  A little puff of air escaped Roger’s lips, and he immediately clamped his mouth shut tight. 

“Have you been told to be quiet love?”  Brian frowned.  “I would love to hear you sing.”  He slipped another finger in, aiming for that little bundle of nerves. 

Roger tensed immediately, crying out as Brian began working him open in earnest now.  “Wh-what was that?”  Roger’s legs were trembling, and tears were straining his voice. 

Brian couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  “Don’t’ tell me you’ve never had your prostate massaged before.”�� For some reason, Brian felt like crying.  “Why, you’re practically a virgin.” 

Tears soaked the blindfold as another shudder of pleasure shot through him.  Then Brian removed his fingers, and a strange calm settled over Roger. 

“On your back,” Brian said roughly.  He was touching himself with his slick fingers, almost ready to come apart. 

The blindfold slipped free, and Brian’s hands were on him. 

“You’re so good for me,” Brian murmured into his neck, “so good,” the praise falling so easily from his mouth whether the young blond was ready to receive it or not.  The slick fingers settled around Roger’s cock, and Roger jerked into them, his breath hitching. 

“I usually don’t…no one ever…”

“Shh baby,” he cooed as he slowly worked him.  “Let me take care of you.” 

Brian spread the precum already gathered over Roger’s aching cock, easing the way for his able fingers, applying delicious pressure up and down the throbbing member. 

And Roger began to cry. 

With his head buried in the curly-haired man’s shoulder, slowly fucking up into his hand, he cried.  Because no one had ever cared enough to treat him like this before, and their hour was almost up. 

---

Freddie slammed John against the back of the door, his hand going down to grab his ass.  “I gotta say I got the belle of the ball,” he said between wet kisses.  “Can’t wait to get you out of these little shorts.”

“Yessir,” John gasped as Freddie lightly pulled his hair, leading him in the direction of the bed.

“We use the traffic lights, OK,” Freddie got out between kisses.  He was tugging on the edge of John’s shirt, his hands under the hem. 

“Sir?”

“You know, green, yellow, and red,” Freddie said distractedly.  He was busy getting John naked, and missed the question in his voice.

“Oh, right,” John said, not knowing in the slightest what he was talking about, but afraid to lose a client. 

Then Freddie gasped, and John remembered. 

He should’ve just given him a blow job. 

“Oh, darling.”

John put his arms around himself, as if that would do anything to hide the deep angry gashes on his back and buttocks.  Tears began to well up in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” he said to Freddie.

Freddie could feel the rage building just beneath his skin, manifesting itself in a slight tremble in his limbs.  “You have nothing to be sorry for my dear.  The bastard who did this and then left you like this is the one who should be sorry.”  

John ducked his head, a tear escaping his thick lashes. 

“Come on,” he said as he put his arm around the young man’s shoulders.  “Let’s get these tended too and then we’ll have a cuddle, hmm?”

John sniffed, looking at him through his long silky hair.  “A cuddle?”  The concept seemed so foreign.

Freddie smiled.  “Go ahead John and lie down on the bed.  I’ll get us a blanket.”  Freddie rummaged around in the dresser drawers until he found some cream.  It was a little late to tend John’s wounds, but he couldn’t not do anything.  And it would be soothing. 

Freddie settled on the bed, the pot of cream in his hands.  He looked at the brunet, spread on his stomach with his hair spilled around his shoulders.  He was certainly a lovely young thing, and so trusting.  It was a shame he had been mistreated so. 

John couldn’t stifle a moan when the cool cream hit his burning skin.  He relaxed even further into the bed as Freddie treated the ugly wounds, causing Freddie’s mouth to twitch. 

“You’re breathtaking John,” he whispered.  “No one should’ve ever done this to you.  Not ever.” 

“I’m ugly,” John said quietly.  “And I deserved it.” 

“Darling.”  Freddie nudged him where he lay on the pillow.  He could tell the young man was crying from the quiet sniffs he was making.  “Turn over.  Look at me.” 

John obeyed, turning over to look at Freddie.  His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, but his lips were full and sweet. 

“Why do you think you deserved a punishment like this, love?”

John averted his eyes, almost afraid if he divulged his reasons he would be punished again.  “I couldn’t swallow,” he said as he chewed his lip.  “He wanted me to swallow, and I had to spit it out.”  John looked nervously at Freddie.  “It was an accident,” he added as an afterthought.

Freddie felt heart flip at how vulnerable he looked lying there making his confession, which was no confession at all.  This rare flower deserved nothing but to be loved and cared for, not to be used night after night. 

“John, darling,” he said as he ran a hand through his hair.  “May I blow you?”

John’s eyes grew wide.  “Why?” 

Freddie chuckled good-naturedly.  “Because it’s my hour and that’s what I would like to do.”  Freddie smiled at the timid young man.  “Is that OK with you?” 

John nodded, a bit dumbstruck.

Freddie’s mouth sank onto John’s cock, hot and heavenly, and John instinctively arched into his mouth.  Freddie held his arms, letting his hips move, allowing him the freedom to fuck up into his mouth, to wiggle and writhe like it was the first time he had ever been touched.  Maybe it was.  Freddie didn’t care.  He just knew he wanted to do it again and again.  But his hour was almost up. 

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[ellus986]

Always knew you / chapter twentythree

Joe Mazzello x reader

Warning: spoiler alart: labor 🤷🏼‍♀️, cutness overload

And thank you guys to read my birth story in a way, it is healing to write it down even if not everything happend perfectly like this.

Comment: Y/N is corrently 23, while Joe is 36.

You can’t sleep as all your muscles are hurting. You are almost 39 weeks old pregnant. From time to time your abdominal muscle hurts greatly, but you are not concerned, it had been weak from the weight it carried for weeks now.

“Did you sleep anything?” Smirks Joe with just a line of two eyes.

“A little...” you answer, but the pain cuts you off.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah... I mean it feels like most of the pain last week, but...”

“But what?” He cuts in.

“It comes and goes, but another than that it is the same muscle ache I had for weeks, I’m sure I would feel something else if Sam would be ready.”

“I don’t know Y/N...”

“Joey, I am fine, if I wouldn’t be I would tell you!”

“Heeey, I’m a grown man...” he points at your way laughing.

“So I can’t call you Joey? Relax soon you only will hear Daddy!” You smile at him.

“I love when you call me daddy!” He kisses you.

“It will be nothing like you have thinked of!” You kiss him back.

Soon after you get up from bed and go outside to have breakfast in the morning sun. It was already hot outside, you didn’t know how it can be more hotter later on, but you know it will be, as it was july. The ache still comes and goes, and you text your mother just to be sure it should be not this. Everyone told you they felt their whole belly while having a conration, yet you only had the massive pain in the area where your period pain used to be.

You lay in the shadow, with T-rex at your side. You watch Joe enjoying the morning sun. You hear the doorbell ring, you get up and let Rami in, with Rex on your side. Joe looks at you, then the dog and again on you but says nothing, and you silently go with the pain that just hits you. You don’t want him to start again, that would feel different.

It was a chill day, the boys played video games while all of you spoke and laugh. You had grill for lunch, you didn’t need to move a finger, the boys did everything, than Rami left, and you lay down, tired from the off and on pain all day, with T-rex still on your side, he never left you all day, maybe for his needs for couple of minutes, but mostly he was by your side.

“Joseph!” You scream as you stand up from the sofa.

“Everything is alright?” He hurries.

“I think my water just broke...” you say with a shakie voice.

Your hand is shaking, your heart wants to escape your chest. It was it. It really was.

“Oh my God... Oh my God...” Joe mutters.

“Joseph, keep it together!”

“I knew it, Rex was at your side all day, I told you!”

“Are you really gonna argue about this right now?” You look at him with your brows in the sky.

“No, you are right, we should go!” He runs for the hospital bags.

“First I should get a clean undie... and a short!” You laugh.

As you arrive at the hospital your contractions are already closer than 2 minutes, so you have not much time between to rest. It hurts, it hurts still in one spot in your body, Joe tries to massage your back, but it only annoys you, but helps with nothing. It is shit as it is, but shit hit the fan when the doctor says it need to be a c-section. You go downhill in an emotional rollercoster and as you fell defeted your contractions start to leave you no break, just be one big pain in one point. After the pain leaves you lay there waiting for your daugther to arrive.

She cries out. It is the most beautiful cry you ever heard, you see her, and tears are already in your eyes. After they show you her they are taking her to Joe as the operation room is too cold for her.

After they stich you up you are transfered to the room Joe and Sam are. He has tears in his eyes.

“She is perfect...” he puts her on your chest with a tearful smile.

“Hi, sweetie...” you wishper.

2 days later

You finally walk into your home, your families home, just the three of you. As Joe gets Sam out from the carrier and sits down on your bed with her in his arms, you are already sobbing.

“Your mom left some food in the kitchen...” he looks up on you. “What is wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing really... you two just look perfect together!”

“Don’t you dear to cry!” He wishpers.

“But they are happy tears!” You chuckle tears falling down your check. “I will cry on everything now on!”

“Relax, me too!” Joe tries to chuckle with almost no voice so he won’t wake up Sam.

You can’t bielive you have your daugther already. The view infront of you is perfect, her and your husband. What a year it was. A year ago you lost your first child, and now you can hold your baby girl in your arms.

1 week later:

“Oh my God, you are the cutest!” Wishpers Ben. “You know you can’t kick me out for the next month, or so… I can’t live without her!” You would laugh, but you know he is serious, but on the other hand you had already tears in your eyes.

“Don’t cry, because if you do, i will too!” Whispers Joe in your ears.

“You know, you are asking for the impossible!” You mumble a tear falling on your cheek as you watch Benjamin holding Sam, looking at her with so much love, and getleness. Joe holds into your hip and as you turn to him you see that unfallen tear. “He was an excelent choice…” you giggle, turning back to take a sneaky picture, about this perfect moment.

“Couldn’t find my perfect man for this lifelong job…” his voice is shaky. Man both of you were so emotional these days. The lack of sleep or the nowhere to be find daily rutine, or just the overwhelming feeling of parenthood, or all in this lineup.

As Samantha starts to fuss a little bit you already about to jump up -as much as you healing scar would let you- but Ben just rocks her a little and she is again looking at him with her big, beautiful eyes.

“I’m in love…” Benjamin mumble not even knowing he said the words out loud.

“Us too…” you wishper on the same time.

“You are the one telling him that if he stays he vacuums too!” You pat Joe’s back and walk to the kitchen, get something to eat before you feed her.

To be continued …

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