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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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My #1 fan; Ben Hardy x child sister reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well here I am with yet another BoRhap boy story, this time it's of Ben Hardy (god it's been FOREVER since I wrote a story of Benny boi) but here it is. Now this is a Big Brother!Ben fic so unlike the last time there is NO ROMANCE, JUST FLUFFY PLATONIC GOODNESS THAT I CAN DISH UP!!!! Also in this fic I would like to point out that I do NOT OWN WORLD OF DANCE!! IT BELONGS TO J-LO AND NBC and all the people involved with the making of this amazing dance competition (if you haven't heard of it, go check it out the recent season is out NOW!!) Also watch the video links (from actual previous competitors on the show) to get a feel of what I'm seeing for the dances cause I am NOT dancer so I do not know all the moves that you dancers do out there, but I hope you all still enjoy this fic :)

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God it feels like it’s been forever since we’ve seen each other. From the time I got my first real American movie role in X-men Apocalypse, everything just seemed to fold right before me. From my biggest success of Bohemian Rhapsody (where I became best friends with probably the three greatest guys in the world), followed by the Netflix movie 6 Underground with Ryan Reynolds (and yes he’s just as hilarious and humble as he presents himself).

My life has just exploded from there, I try to be home whenever I can but when I do, she’s just as busy as I am.

Now that things have calmed down on my end and she’s preparing for an upcoming audition on a dance show, I can finally take the time to go see her (especially now since I’m in LA where she’s to audition). God I haven’t seen her in years, I wonder how she’s been?

“BENJAMIN!!!” Joe’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned to him.

“Hmm what?”

“Geez mate you were really out of it back there. We’ve been trying to get your attention for like 10 minutes.” Gwil said as he sipped his beer.

“Oh sorry guys, I was just—thinking.”

“And just who was it that had your attention so badly that you tuned out from the rest of the world?” teased Rami.

“Benjamin Hardy are you cheating on me!? Oh my god you’re cheating! Who is it! What’s their name!?” Joe accused me. I rolled my eyes as I shoved him.

“Is it a girl?” Rami asked.

“Oh great. Now I gotta get breast implants just to get you to notice me.” Joked Joe. We all looked at him strangely and I said.

“Not in that way, but yes I am thinking about a girl. My sister actually.”

“Your sister? You—never mentioned a sister before.” Gwil said.

“I kinda like to keep her separate from my name.”

“What you guys don’t get along?” asked Joe.

“No, no we get along amazingly. We’re each other’s #1 fans. But ever since Bohemian Rhapsody everyone now knows my name. I don’t want people comparing the two of us and making her feel like I’m outshining her. That’s one of the other reasons why I changed my last name from Jones to Hardy.”

“Is she an actress too?” Rami asked with a head tilt.

“No, no. She’s a dancer actually.”

“A dancer? Fancy.” Joe said in a posh accent.

“What kind of dancing does she do?” Gwil said.

“Mostly contemporary. But she also does ballet and a bit of Hip-hop. This one competition she was on, she actually combined ballet and hip-hop together. Got 1st place for it, and was the youngest winner to ever win the Glasgow dance competition.” They all whistled.

“She must be good then, how old is she?”

“She was 7 years old.” They all gaped at me.

“You’re joking right?” Joe said with wide eyes and a gaped mouth.

“No, not at all. In fact in her ballet school where she trains, she’s actually the youngest student to have been chosen to get a full run scholarship to the London Academy for Dance. Once she’s 12 years old, they’ll give her the full ride.”

“Wait, wait, wait. How old is she now?” Gwil asked.

“She’s nine.”

“So they’re gonna hold onto her scholarship for another three years?” Rami said. I nodded.

“Damn she must be good for them to do that.” Joe said with a sigh.

“She is. Fell in love with dancing at 2 years old and did her first pirouette within the first three months of joining her ballet school.”

“Geez, and my sister couldn’t do one till she was about 9.”

“Guess my sister’s got yours beat.” I teased to Joe.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah don’t rub it in.”

“So Ben, when was the last time you saw her?”

“Five years.” I said as I sipped my beer solemnly.

“Wait what? You haven’t seen your sister in five years!?” Joe gawked.

“I told you guys, ever since X-men it’s been one project after another. And even when I did have a break, she was out of state doing a competition either with her school or as a soloist. But—hopefully that’ll change in the next few weeks. She’s actually here in LA.”

“She is?” Rami said. I nodded.

“Yeah. She’s auditioning for some sort of dance show they film here.”

“So you think you can dance is doing a junior competition now?” asked Joe.

“No not that one. It’s a recent one. They’ve only done like 3 or 4 seasons of it. I think it’s called Dancing world…..no World of Dance. That’s it.”

“Oh that show is awesome! I’ve auditioned for that show.” Joe bragged.

“No you haven’t.” Rami exclaimed at Joe’s lie.

“I’m serious I auditioned during their first 2 seasons. Couldn’t commit cause of obvious reasons.”

“I’m calling BS on that.” Gwil said as he leaned back.

“Uhh excuse me; who got the part of the Disco Deacy? Me. Who perfected the BAB dance? Me. I’m perfectly qualified to be a dancer. In fact why don’t we go see your little sis and she can be the judge!”

“What?”

“You heard me, right now! Let’s go see her!” Joe said as he downed his drink and stood up.

“Hang on guys……”

“Well besides of Joe’s reason, I think it’d be fair for us to meet your little sis. I mean we’ve practically seen each other’s siblings. You all met my twin Sami and my sis Jasmine.”

“I agree with Rami, and you all met my older brother at my engagement party.”

“And of course you all met John and Mary at the BoRhap premiere.” At this rate I knew I wasn’t going to win this argument.

“Fine. I—guess I’ll call up my mum and ask her where she’s rehearsing at.” I just hope (y/n) doesn’t mind having my friends come and see her rehearse.

Cause when she’s in rehearsal mode, she can be quite the little jumpy bug.

*My POV*

Two days. I had two days till the Qualifier rounds for World of Dance. I had my routine down to the T and my mum says it’s perfect (but she has to say that she’s my mum), however I’m still doubting myself on some of the moves, or if I’m not showing enough emotion (cause J-Lo loves herself some dancers who can convey emotion).

I was sitting in the rehearsal room having myself a break after rehearsing my dance for the past half hour. I had this studio slotted for a 45min. rehearsal so I had about 15 minutes left to practice.

“I swear each time you dance your routine, you get more graceful every time.” Mum said as she came in with some lunch.

“Thanks mum, but is it good enough for the judges?”

“I know it is.” I chose not to respond to her. Like I said she has to say these things, but I know there are some flaws to my dance. I didn’t stick the landing hard enough, I tripped up on the landing from the 540, my leg wasn’t straight enough with I lifted it outward, so many flaws. “Oh I forgot, there’s a little surprise waiting for you downstairs.”

“Mum I—I don’t know. I mean I haven’t even found out if I’ll make it into the next round.”

“Trust me love, you’ll like this surprise.” She raced over to the door and opened it and soon coming in my brother and his three friends from his film Bohemian Rhapsody.

“Benny!” I cheered as I hopped off my seat and raced right over to him. A huge smile spread across his face as he extended his arms out and caught me as he picked me up and spun me around.

“Hey kiddo oh it’s been forever! Oh you’ve gotten so big since I last saw you.”

“I missed you Benny.”

“I missed you too kiddo. God you have no idea how much I missed you.” he said as he repeatedly kissed the top of my head.

“Your brother happened to be in LA so we planned a little surprise visit for you.” mum said as she closed the door.

“And I hope you don’t mind that I brought a few friends over.” Ben said as he gestured towards the three actors who starred with him on Bohemian Rhapsody.

“I don’t mind. I’ve heard so much about these guys that I figured it’s about time I met them in person.” He set me down and I walked up to the actor who played the legendary Freddie Mercury. “Rami Malek, right?”

“That is correct, and you must be his famous little dancing sister.”

“Well I wouldn’t call myself famous yet, but I hope to be one day.” We shook hands with each other. I then moved onto the next one, the tallest out of all of them who even looked like Brian May even without the wig. “Now forgive me if I pronounce your name wrong, my Welsh isn’t that great. Is it—Gwilym.” I pronounced the “I” like I was saying “ice cream”.

“Close, it’s pronounced Gwilym. Think of the “wi” like will.”

“Right, sorry.”

“No worries—(Y/n) right?”

“Yeah.” We both shook hands with each other and I told him, “Can I just say, I thought you were phenomenal as Brian May.”

“Well thank you love, I take it you’re a Queen fan as well?”

“Yeah. You can thank Benny for that. He introduced me to the band when I was a little girl. I even did a dance routine to White Queen when I was around 4-5 years old.”

“Wow, if you remember it, we’d sure like to see it.” Rami said.

“I think I might remember it. Again it was a while ago so I might improvise something if I don’t remember the whole routine.”

“No problem there.” Rami said with a warm smile. I then moved on to the last actor who played (my personal favorite member of Queen, John Deacon).

“So you’re the famous Joe Mazzello that my brother won’t shut up about.”

“Sure am kid. And you’re the world time dance champion and scholarship holder for the best London dance academy ehh?”

“You could say that.”

“Well little missy I happen to be a dance champion too, and I challenge you to a dance off!” Already I could see Ben, Gwilym and Rami either shaking their heads or rolling their eyes as Joe’s proclamation.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with my brother would it?”

“And if it is?” questioned Joe in a challenging manner.

“No reason.” I shrugged. “Just hope you’re prepared to lose.” The guys all oooh in a challenging manner and that’s when Joe nodded along.

“Okay, okay little one. But I’m giving it all I got so you better watch out.” I gestured that the dancefloor was all his. Gwil went over to the stereo and went through my Spotify app till he found the song that Joe wanted to dance to.

He chose Wham’s ‘Wake me up before you go-go’. I’ll admit he has some pretty good moves—for an amateur. After doing a minute and a half of his little on the spot dance moves, he posed as he panted heavily.

“It was okay.” I shrugged.

“Okay?”

“Yeah I mean—it was…..cute. It was cute. For like an Instagram or TikTok video.”

“Okay then little miss Prima donna. Show me your little ballet moves.” Challenged Joe. Oh he don’t know me very well, do he? I first took off my ballet shoes and put on my sneakers.

I told Gwilym which song to play and he nodded to me that he would wait till I was ready before he played the song. I now stood in the middle of the room and took a deep breath before turning to Gwilym. He nodded and pressed his finger on my phone to play the song and soon YG’s “One time coming” began playing.

Play video

With this song I unleashed my Hip-hop background. Poppin and locking my body when needed, going in time with the beat, even doing things with my limbs to which no one had ever seen (like this one move where I had my right arm out and only by moving my left index finger, either the upper or lower portion of my arm would move up).

The guys and my mum were amazed and just in awe at my dancing. And when I did a little patterned tip-toe strut with my arms tucked in like duck wings, did I hear the guys exclaim and just flip out. When my minute and a half dance break was over, I flipped my hair towards Joe telling him that he got owned.

In pure defeat, Joe collapsed to the ground and lay there dead while my brother came up and hoisted me onto his shoulder.

“The winner and undefeated champion of the dance. (Y/n) Jones!” I bowed and thanked the guys and my mum as they cheered. Benny set me back down on the ground just as Joe finally came up and revived himself. I stood before him and he said.

“You surprise me kiddo. I accept defeat. Benjamin is yours.”

“Well he is my brother. But—we can share him.” At hearing that, Joe took me in his arms and spun me around thanking me repeatedly.

“Do you think whenever we get some free time, could you show me some stuff. I really liked that little tip-toe strut.”

“I learned it from a friend of mine whose into Hip-hop back at my school. In fact he competed on the first season of World of Dance he and his group. They didn’t win but they got to the Semi-finals.”

“That’s awesome. You really are the dance master. And I can’t wait to see what you bring to the World of Dance stage.”

“In fact (Y/n), can we see your routine?” asked Ben.

“Yeah I was just about to ask that. Ben’s told us that while you can combine certain genres of dance, your main focus was on contemporary. I’ve always been intrigued anytime someone says they’re a contemporary dancer.” Gwilym said. I turned to my mum and asked her how long did I have for rehearsal.

When she told me five minutes, I knew I could show them my audition routine that I had planned. But after that we had to leave cause the next group to come in had to set up their things and warmup.

The guys all took a seat along the mirrored wall while my mum handled the music.

Once my song began playing, I did my entire routine before the guys. Showing Ben’s friends that while I can unleash the beast in Hip-hop, I can be as graceful and elegant as a swan.

After the routine was done, I got a standing ovation from all four of the guys as they applauded and whistled. I gathered up my stuff and as I did, the guys all swarmed around me telling me what an amazing job I did, and that for some of the *cough*Joe*cough* I had them crying by the end of my routine.

We then left the dance studio and Ben’s friends allowed us to have our own personal family time (since Ben and I hadn’t seen each other in literally five years). We said our goodbyes and soon our mum took us out to eat as sorta a family reunion/congratulations on all of our combined successes.

It was time. The World of Dance qualifier rounds. Today was my filming date and I knew in several weeks they would soon air it on TV worldwide. Now I have performed in front of crowd before, but this—this was something else.

And not to even make me twice as nervous, I have seen what people comment on the show or the specific dancers. Most of them are nice comments but then again it’s the Internet so there’s bound to be haters out there.

This one girl from last season just a few years older than me got so much hate in fact, that she ended up shutting down her Twitter page and I’m told she gave up on dancing all together. I don’t know what I’m gonna do if that ends up being me.

I was running my routine through my head and stretching myself out. With me to support me was my mum, Ben and Ben’s friends of Bohemian Rhapsody, Rami, Gwil and Joe. With each dancing group or person that went up, I got more and more nervous. Soon a producer came up to me and said.

“(Y/n), you’ll be on up after The Jumperz.”

“Okay, thank you.” I told him. He nodded and walked away from me, at that moment I felt like I wanted to puke.

“Hey kiddo, how’s it going?” I looked up to see Ben standing over me.

“Good, very good.” He sat down beside me, his brow furrowed with concern. Crap he knows, he always knows.

“You sure?” at this point I knew I couldn’t hide it anymore. I tucked my legs into my chest and curled myself into a ball.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore Ben.”

“What do you mean?” he questioned.

“Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. Can we go home? Yeah, yeah let’s go home.” I said as I stood up.

“Now hold on, hold on love.” He took my hand into his stopping me from even walking away. “Let’s just sit down and talk about it real quick.” He stood up and we went outside of the room and stood along the hallway.

I leaned up against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest protectively and my leg bouncing with anxiety.

“Talk to me sis, what’s going on?”

“I just……I’m scared Ben. I don’t know why I am, I’ve performed in front of an audience before, I don’t know why I’m this nervous. It’s stupid I know.”

“Hey, hey, hey. No it’s not.” He said to me gently as he cupped my face, trying his best to not ruin my makeup. “You’re human, you have every right to be nervous. I’ll bet not a single one of these dancers you’re competing against isn’t feeling what you’re feeling now. And some of these guys might’ve been with well-known performers and are still feeling the nerves.”

“Is it always this nerve wracking for you every time you film something?” he nodded.

“Of course it is. I’m always worried about people’s reactions to me on screen. Even with all the positive feedback I get, I always keep my eye focused on that one negative outlook, no matter how many people say I’m good in a role.”

“I just don’t want the haters to pull me away from my dream like they did to that one dancer that came on the show last season.”

“Come here, have a seat in my lap.” He sat down on the floor and guided me till I was now sitting on his lap, holding me like a teddy bear. “There will always be haters and trolls out there in the world. That’s just what they get off of, is by bringing other people down, especially kids who go on shows like this. It’s wrong and vile but I won’t say you won’t encounter some hate. But the one thing you must keep in mind; is to never, ever let them dictate on who you are as a person.”

“Do you think I can do that?”

“Absolutely. You’re incredibly talented, you’re smart, kind, the most talented person I’ve ever met. I mean yeah I can dance but nowhere near to the level that you can. Hell you even beat out Joe in that little dance competition when you first met him a couple days ago.”

“I did do that, didn’t I?” he chuckled.

“You schooled him.”

“Ben no one says that anymore.”

“Whatever I’m a 90’s kid that was the lingo back then.”

“Back in the ancient times.” He scoffed.

“Alright miss smart-aleck I guess since you’re feeling well enough to sass me off you don’t need me anymore.” He plopped me off his lap and went to stand up but I gripped his shirt and begged.

“No Benny please!” all I could hear was his soft laughter. I hit his arm and pouted. “You are so mean!”

“Aww sissy, you know I can’t help but be a little cheeky with you.” he teased as he playfully nudged my shoulder with his arm. I smiled and nodded.

“Yeah I know cause that’s your job.”

“It is my job. Well one of the many qualifications of being your Big Brother. The most important one though, is to be there for you when you need it.” He stroked the top of my head and I hugged him.

“Thanks Ben. I’m glad that you could be here.”

“Me too. And hey, accepted or not. I’m proud of all that you’ve done in your dancing career.” He whispered in my ear as he gave me a snug embrace.

After our little bro-sis cuddle, we separated from each other and he asked me, “Do you still feel nervous?”

“A little but not as much.”

“Okay so there are two options we can do here; we can shake out the nerves, or my favorite—I can tickle them out of you.”

“No Ben you’ll ruin my costume!” I whined out as he chuckled.

“Okay, so we’ll shake them out then.” We both stood up and did our nerve shakeout.

Which was basically what he learned in theatre which was just shaking out your hands and feet counting backwards from 10, but each time we’d count, we’d go a bit faster. Once we got one, Ben picked me up and spun me around before setting me down.

“Better?”

“Better.”

“Good, oh wait one last thing before you go out, gotta shake out those negative thoughts in that brain of yours.” He cupped my face in his hands and playfully shook my head around as he growled out in an angry tone, “Get out of my sister’s head you dirty rotter’s!”

“Ben!” I laughed. He stopped as he grinned down at me.

“Had to make sure. You look beautiful, and I know you’re gonna wow everyone out there, especially the judges.”

“Thanks Benny. I love you.”

“Love you too kiddo.” He gave my nose a peck before escorting me back into the dance room. A producer was calling out my name, I looked up at Ben and he nodded to me before I went racing off towards the producer to tell him I was here.

When he saw me, he guided me towards the corridor where I would walk down, go up the stairs and racing across towards the stage. I could hear the chanting claps of the audience and their cheers and soon I heard the announcer say through the speaker.

“Give it up, for (Y/n) Jones.” I raced across the corridor, took the steps two at a time before racing across the catwalk towards the stage. As soon as I came on stage, everyone cheered and soon I was standing before Ne-Yo, Derek Hough, and Jennifer Lopez. They greeted me with waves or nods and I waved to them.

“Hello sweetie.” Jennifer greeted me.

“Hi.” I waved back to her.

“Why don’t you tell us your name?”

“My name is (Y/n) Jones and I’m from London, England.”

“Oh a British Dancer. Finally someone from the UK.” Derek proclaimed.

“So how old are you?” Ne-Yo asked me.

“I just turned nine last month.” At that the crowd cheered for me and that’s when Ne-Yo said.

“Well happy belated birthday.”

“Thank you Ne-Yo.” He winked at me and said to me.

“Let’s see what you got (Y/n).” I nodded and handed my microphone to one of the assistants before racing off towards the back of the stage as the lights went down.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in before exhaling slowly. This was it, make it or break it.

*Ben’s POV*

From backstage, my mum, the guys and I along with the other dancers could watch and see what was going on stage. I pressed my hands together in a prayer motion as I had them against my lips, c’mon little sis I know you can do it.

*Play video*

Her song routine, Ashes by Celine Dion soon came on through the speakers and she began her routine. The lights softly lit up in a sunrise color of yellow, orange, and purple. She truly shined as her dance went on, going slow when she needed before finally sticking the landing or going with the beat of the song.

That entire stage was hers to command and she used the entirety of that stage for her routine. I could hear the judges voices sound impressed with my sister’s routine, especially once the chorus struck and the hard drumbeats of the song kicked in.

The crowd was just in awe and applauded my sister, dazzled by her grace yet strength she was giving them in her performance. Doing her 540’s, leg lifts, front flips, she was like the Freddie Mercury of dancing on that stage as she showed her true colors on that stage, especially as it lit up with her as the song got more powerful.

By the end of it when she stood up and just gave that pleading face of help as she reached out towards J-Lo, the lights went dark and the entire audience went nuts.

“That was even amazing with the lights.” Said Joe.

“Agreed, she really lit that stage up.” Rami agreed.

“That’s our girl.” Mum said as I wrapped my arm around her.

“Alright, alright, alright, alright (Y/n). Now remind me how old you are?” Derek said.

“I just turned nine.” At that point Derek stood up from his chair flipping his pen which made everyone laugh. “Girl you look like you’ve been doing this for 20 years.” Everyone laughed.

“How old were you when you got into dancing?” asked J-Lo.

“I was 2.” (y/n) responded.

“Well it shows that you definitely have a passion for this. And you literally have been doing this your whole life. Just seeing you being able to do moves that—I couldn’t even do at your age till I was much older, that to me…..shows you have true love for dancing. And you already gave me goosies little missy and we just met you.”

“Uh-oh Jennifer with her goosies.” Ne-Yo said.

“She gave them to me, the goosies do not lie!”

“No they do not.” Derek said before he continued, “But just like Jennifer said. I mean my sister and I we did some contemporary a bit as kids but nowhere could we master it down just like you’ve done (Y/n). And that final move where you just landed right on your knees. I literally jumped from my seat.”

“Yeah it was like you had no bones little miss.” Ne-Yo said as my sister smiled and laughed. “Besides from what both Derek and Jennifer has said. Your timing is what really stuck out to me. Like it was like you were a part of the song itself. Like first you’d be like all smooth and fluid when the beat was gentle. But when the drumbeat kicked in hard with boom- boom boom-boom. That right there is what really stuck out to me.”

“I completely agree.” Derek said.

“Alright we’re gonna lock in our scores and we’ll see if you make it to the duels (Y/n).” J-Lo said with a smile. (Y/n) nodded and that’s when the lights dimmed down on her and we watched as the three judges locked in their scores, while making their silent commentaries to each other.

“Okay (Y/n), you need an 88 or above to qualify for the duels, let’s see what you scored.” The host said as he came out and stood beside my sister. The lights shown down (like those game show lights whenever something gets suspenseful).

First up was Derek’s score; he gave her an 90.

At that my sister made a face of shock as her smile widened and she covered her mouth in shock. The crowd cheered and up next was Ne-Yo’s score.

He gave her an 89. Finally J-Lo’s score was a 92. When the scores rounded up together was 90.3. Her score shined up on the ceiling scoreboard and (Y/n) couldn’t believe it, poor sissy was even crying.

“Congratulations (Y/n) you made it to the Duels. How’s it feel?” the host asked as he held his microphone to her.

“It feel just—absolutely amazing. All three of you have been an inspiration to be in wanting to become a dancer and this just means so much to me. Thank you for letting me get this opportunity.”

“We can’t wait to see what you bring us, cause already little Miss, you’ve got the competitive edge. It better only get better from here on out.” Ne-Yo told her. She nodded and thanked the judges one last time before running off the stage.

As she came running towards us, I had to be the first one she saw. I cheered for her as I opened my arms out for her and she raced towards me before leaping right into my arms. I spun her around as the two of us laughing joyously.

“You did it kiddo! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks to you Ben. I kept thinking about what you said, I dedicated my performance to you.” I felt myself tear up as I buried my face into her ponytailed hair.

“I would’ve been proud of you either way.” At this point the rest of the guys as well as our mum came up and congratulated her.

That night we celebrated her victory on making it to the next round of World of Dance. Drinks for me and the guys, we danced, sung some karaoke, and just partied all night long.

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wewillwriteyou · 5 years

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Hello! I've previously read some of your imagines and they are really good. I was wondering if I could make a request though? I was thinking something like 'the reader finds out that they're pregnant by Ben Hardy, and then they break up but she doesn't tell Ben about it. Then 6 months later (when you have your pregnant stomach) Ben runs into you but thinks that you're someone else and you fall back in love. ' Hope that's okay? Thanks! :)

Thank you so much for the ask @queenlover05! Sorry, it took us a while to answer, we hope this story is worth the wait! 💕🔥

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Warnings: ANGST, language, mentions of unprotected sex, pregnancy and a LOT of FLUFF in the end

Characters: Y/N & Ben Hardy

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Staring at the white and blue bathroom tiles of your bathroom’s floor, you forced yourself to remember how to breathe.

Closing your eyes, you inhaled, held your breath, and exhaled. Repeatedly.

How the fuck did this happen?

Stay calm. Breathe. Clear your mind.

When the fuck did this happen?

Breathe. Everything’s gonna be okay. Stay calm.

Fuck, what am I gonna do now?

Clear your mind.

Do I tell him?

Stop it. Breathe.

Shit, how should I call him? Or text him? Should I show up at his place? Should I tell him to come at mine? Will he want to see me? Do I want to see him again? Should I wait a while? Should I tell him right away?

“STOP!” you yelled out.

You didn’t mean to scream it out. Those voices inside your head were becoming louder and louder and were talking over each other and constantly fighting. You felt like your head was gonna explode.

Your eyes shut open and focused again on the intricate motives on the white tiles of your bathroom.

Looking around you, you found the stick on the floor two feet away from you.

Three lines. No way you could mistake it. You were pregnant.

In all your life, of all the times you’d imagined that moment, you’d never imagined something like that.

You thought it would have been a joyful moment, with a little bit of fear and worry for the huge step you’d gonna be taking, but mainly happiness. With the person you’d be spending your life with.

Instead, you found yourself sitting on the floor of your bathroom, alone.

You felt hopeless, abandoned and utterly, completely alone.

Rubbing your eyes with your hands, you forced yourself to find the strength of standing up and looking at your reflection in the mirror.

Now all the late evening sicknesses, the aversion to tuna and salmon which you normally loved and the sense of uneasiness every time you got up in the morning had a reason to be. What a fool you felt now for not having understood earlier.

You stared at your own reflection, turning halfway to your left, looking for some signs of a bigger belly but everything looked normal to you. It must have been like a month or two max.

Caressing your lower belly, you sighed. The next thing in your mind besides coming to terms with it was realising you now would have had to tell him.

The thought of him brought you back to the night when six weeks ago the two of you had put the word ’end’ to your relationship. That night had only been the climax of a lot of things piling up over those months of being together, like fights about him always being away, fights about you working late in the evenings and endless fights about way too many rescheduled dates and missed calls.

You remembered the look on his face when you both realised that that was it for the two of you. You remembered him cupping your face and kissing you heavily and passionately and then him rolling you over on his couch and just exploring every inch of your body as if to try and impress it all in his mind. You remembered not wanting that moment to end and savouring every inch of his skin, inhaling his cologne and absorbing the image of his beautiful green eyes into yours.

You also remembered crying your eyes out later that same night. After making love for what seemed like an eternity and a fraction of a second at the same time, he’d fallen asleep next to you and you’d felt tears pricking behind your eyes. You’d cried silently and lulled yourself to sleep that way, knowing you’d never stop loving him.

The timer beeping in the kitchen told you it was midnight and brought you back from your flashback.

You couldn’t tell him about the pregnancy.

You knew that the second your eyes would have met his, you’d become puddle at his feet. You were too much in love with him to have the strength of telling him you were expecting his baby and then see him walk away again from you.

Getting over him was one of the hardest things you’d ever done and you were not sure you would have bared to do it another time.

You opened the sink and let cold water wash over your face. When you looked back up at yourself in the mirror, you were sure you’d taken the right decision.

Months passed and your determination and will power made it possible that the baby grew strong and healthy in your belly, which was getting bigger and bigger by the day, according to your friends and family. They had repeatedly asked you who the father was, but the only person who you’d actually told the truth to was your gynecologist.

She was the only one who knew the father of your baby was actually Ben freaking Hardy.

Every time someone close to you asked you who the father was, you just said it was this guy who you’d seen for a few months and then broke up with because of his work. Which in fact was not entirely untrue… you just happened to omit the fact that the guy was a world-famous celebrity.

You resolved way early in the pregnancy that sharing the father’s identity would only have compromised his work – the media would have followed him everywhere – and your privacy.

It was only easier this way.

As you walked through your last six months in your mind, a little smile popped up on your lips and you mentally applauded yourself for handling it so well.

You were only a few gynecologist-appointments away to the due date and not a single call or text from Ben. Over the months, as you taught yourself to forget about him, you figured he had forgotten about you.

That Monday you had left home later than usual for your OBGYN appointment. Your heels clicked on the asphalt of the sidewalk as you walked quickly from your car to the clinic. You checked in for the examination and were told you had a two-hour wait ahead of you.

Hearing your stomach grumble for something to eat – which you had not had in the hurry of leaving home as soon as possible – you decided to employ those two hours in getting breakfast at the Starbucks across the street.

Just like you’d expect, there were dozens of people in line for coffee. You patiently got in line and took out your phone to look through your messages and pass the time.

Two messages from mom, a missed call from your friend Debbie and an Instagram direct from your group of friends. The usual.

Scrolling through your feed you noticed recurring photos of Ben recently taken by paparazzi. Ben in a sweatshirt jogging in the park, Ben in his grey beanie walking Frankie, Ben in the pink suit at Wembley with Gwilym.

His face seemed to be everywhere those days. And it was becoming harder to ignore the fact that you hadn’t told him about the baby.

You sighed frustrated and put your phone away in your purse, accidentally elbowing the person behind you in line.

As you turned to apologize, you looked up and froze on your spot.

You’d looked at one of his pictures on the phone like three seconds ago and there he was.

“Sorry…” you mumbled and quickly turned around. You had only been able to catch a glimpse of the reassuring smile he had given you.

He was wearing air pods so he probably hadn’t even heard you. You hoped he hadn’t noticed how red you’d become on your cheeks and how awkward you were moving now that you knew he was behind you.

He was even more handsome than you remembered, with his stupid black leather jacket you used to borrow all the time and the black sunglasses in his hair. It was hard not to think how much you’d missed him.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” the woman behind the cashier asked you.

You shot a fleeting glimpse behind you and answered: “Y/N”.

As she wrote down your name on the cup, you felt something moving behind you and you soon heard his voice

“Y/N, is that you?” Ben asked from behind you.

Crap. Your cover had been compromised.

You slowly turned to him and waved a little “Hi”

You saw him smile widely, then taking in your whole figure and painting his face with genuine surprise.

“Wow, it’s been so long…” he attempted, rubbing his neck awkwardly “ehm… congratulations…!”

You smiled back and thanked him, as you walked away from the cashier and found a place at a table nearby.

“So how have you been?” you asked him with a polite smile, while the butterflies stormed in your stomach.

He told you about his recent projects and the future ones and you nodded along like you would with a long lost friend with whom you don’t have the same intimacy anymore.

He stopped for a second and smiled.

“You look radiant” He just commented and you felt your cheeks flushing.

“Oh stop it, Ben”

“No, I mean it…” he continued “You look happy”

He smiled again then added “I don’t know who he is… but I can see he makes you happy”

You felt like laughing and crying at the same time. Maybe it’s the hormones.

You shook your head “It’s not a he…” you giggled lightly at the confusion on his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry I-”

“It’s a she…” you interrupted him “but she’s very young, she doesn’t have a name yet…”

As you said so, you saw his eyes focusing on your hand placed on your prominent belly.

He looked back at you and chuckled “Well, in this case, I’m very happy for you. A girl… like you always wanted…”

You didn’t know if it was your imagination or something, but those words sounded so sad and sincere to your ears.

You gave him a small smile before looking away from his eyes.

“Is it inappropriate for me to ask who the father is?” he attempted.

You looked back at him and slowly shook your head.

“It is not inappropriate. It’s a legitimate question and you have no idea how many times people have asked me…”

He smiled “And what do you tell them?”

That sneaky bastard knows me too well.

“’You don’t know him… we’ve dated for a while but we’re not together anymore’”

“And what do you tell me?”

He knows it’s not the entire truth, I cannot believe him.

You found yourself torn between the decision to keep him in outside the whole thing and the urge to tell him everything.

“Exactly what I say to everyone that asks… I’m not seeing the guy anymore” you answered and Ben nodded slowly.

“Do I know him?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

You smiled a little “I’m not sure…”

He shifted in his seat and leaned in towards you so he could whisper, “Then tell me his name, I might remember him…”

His green eyes were staring into yours and you felt at home after a long time of wandering around. If you’d been prone to sarcasm a few minutes ago, now there was no trace of it. You could read in his eyes he was trying to remain still while thinking you had been with somebody else.

“Can I ask you something?” you suddenly said, trusting your instinct.

He nodded vividly “Sure, Y/N, anything…”

“Have you ever thought about us since… you know… we broke up?”

He bit his lip, like he would always do when he had something hard or important to say, and gently took your hands into his.

“You have always been in my mind…” he admitted in a low voice looking down at your hands “Whether I was asleep or awake, you were always there… and I’ll never forgive myself for letting you slip away from me”

“You didn’t let me…” you stopped him “I slipped away cause we both decided it was best for us. I decided that–”

“Yeah, but I didn’t stop you. I thought our decision would have made my life easier… I didn’t imagine how wrong could I be…”

You didn’t expect such an open-hearted confession.

“Do you really feel this way?” you asked cautiously.

He looked right back at you “Of course I do, Y/N, I-”

“Then answer this,” you interrupted him again “if we could go back to that moment and change what happened, would you want to?”

You were staring into each other’s eyes and it felt like the world around you had stopped. As you waited for an answer, you felt his thumb rubbing circles on your hand.

“No, I wouldn’t” he then said and you felt the small ray of hope dying out inside of you.

“Oh-”

“I wouldn’t change what happened because it made me understand what life feels without you and now I know I’m ready to make things work”

Your lips parted in shock. It was exactly what you’d always dreaded to hear from him. What was happening felt surreal and before you knew it you caught him inching closer and softly kissing your lips.

It was like coming home after a long time and the gentleness of the kiss made your heart soar.

You pulled away and looked down at your hands still intertwined to his, a small giggle falling off your lips.

“I missed this” you admitted looking back up.

He smiled openly “I missed you” he kissed your lips again, before pulling away, “so… do we get a second chance?”

You chuckled “Would you believe me if I said I’d been waiting for you to ask me this for the last six months?”

Ben chuckled as well, leaning in and resting his forehead against yours “I’m sorry it took so long”

“It’s okay,” you smiled “we made it, didn’t we?”

He smiled as well, “Yeah, we did”, he stopped for a second, then added: “Would the father be okay with this?”

Your lips curved in a big smile, “I bet he would. He’s a very cool guy, you know?” an idea popped into your head and you picked up your phone, “in fact, I’m gonna tell him right now…”

Ben’s eyes widened a little “You’re gonna text him now? Y/N, that’s not neces-”

A faint bing caught his attention and interrupted him mid-sentence.

He excused himself and stuck out his phone. You laughed a little, partially because you realized he hadn’t changed the phone cover you’d given him for his birthday, and partially because of his priceless expression once he’d read the text you’d sent him.

He looked up at you, his pink lips parted in surprise and his green eyes watery and glowing with renewed light.

“Are you joking?” he asked with a nervous chuckle.

You vividly shook your head “It’s you, Ben.”

He huffed and let out a light chuckle, nervously passing a hand through his blond curls.

“I-I can’t believe this…” he sniffled and only then you realized he was actually on the verge of crying.

You reached out to take his hand and held it tight into yours, smiling nicely and gently rubbing it with your fingers.

“This is our second chance”

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another-blog-bites-the-dust · 5 years

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Not her type.

Summary: While hanging around on the set of the BoRhap movie, the four boys compete to try and get your attention...not knowing they aren't exactly your type.

Warnings: A few swears nothing major

A/N: MAN THIS IS FOR ALL THE GIRLS WHO LIKE GIRLS BECAUSE IM ONE OF THOSE GIRLS AND DAMN I DO LOVE LUCY SHE IS BEAUTFUL AND SO TALENTED AND THE LACK OF LUCY X READER FICS HURT MY LITTLE BI HEART SO I HAD TO WRITE A LITTLE SOMETHING. Enjoy 💖

"Y/N! I picked you up a coffee!" Gwilym grinned and handed you the takeaway cup before being pushed out the way by Rami.

"Yeah, well, I got you a triple chocolate muffin, Y/N," he smugly smirked and he handed you the little brown paper bag.

You smiled, a little overwhelmed "Oh wow! Thanks! You really didn't have to do that."

"Hey Y/N!" Gwilym and Rami lowly growled hearing Joe's voice. "Oh!" He paused with a hand behind his back and pulled out some flowers like he was performing a magic trick. "What's this?" He handed them to you and you suddenly realised how full your hands were so held them close to you with your arm.

"Joe! They're gorgeous! Thank you!" You grinned. "I need to go and find my dad, 'scuse me!" You lightly bowed your head to and headed off.

The three boys watched you walk away before glaring at each other. "What do you think you're doing?" Gwilym snapped at the both of them. They were currently on set, about six months into filming Bohemian Rhapsody and the four boys were all competing for your attention and affection. They all had developed a crush on you.

"I'm just being the kind and generous self I am," Joe replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "I mean...flowers beats coffee and muffins any day," he smugly smirked, giving Rami the side eye.

Rami gasped "I think you'll find that flowers only bring short term delight- oh wait," he placed his finger on his chin in feigned thought "It makes so much sense now why you bought them." He teased and Joe huffed, crossing his arms. "Whereas a muffin satisfies lots of cravings."

"You're really weird, Malek..." Gwilym uttered.

"Coming from the guy that's trying to get with her while dressing like her dad?" Joe retorted. Gwilym rolled his eyes- flirting with you dressed as Brian probably wasn't the best idea he had.

"She prefers blondes," the three groaned hearing a cocky voice come out of nowhere. Ben tapped Joe's shoulder while joining the group. "Watch and learn boys- there isn't many that can resist my charm."

You arrived back on set after putting the stuff the boys got you in your dressing room and began chatting with your dad, he was discussing how much he was enjoying the whole experience. You grinned and gave him a side hug. "I'm happy you're happy, dad. I'm sure uncle Fred would have loved this too."

Brian shook his head with a small smirk "He'd be up there on that podium showing everyone up," he chuckled and then sadly smiled "I wish he could have been here to see it."

You tightly smiled and squeezed his arm "I'm sure he is," you softly whispered. "Anyway, I'll let you see the producer and catch up with you in a bit!" He nodded and you both went your separate ways. You felt someone tap you arm and you turned seeing Ben there. "Ben! Hey!"

He opened his arms and you have him a hug and a peck on the cheek, Ben stuck his tongue out at the three boys who flipped him off behind your back. "How are you?" Ben asked as he pulled back, still holding your arms with his hands.

"Good! How are you?" You asked with a grin. All the boys were so friendly and kind to you, hugging and pecking them all on the cheeks was a normal thing to do.

"I'm great," he licked his lips slightly- he knew it would be hard to resist that. "I was wondering...are you busy tonight? We could get some drinks after filming?" He suggested.

"Ah! I can't!" Ben's small, flirty smile fell. "Dad's invited me over to his for dinner!" He nodded understandingly "Hey! Why don't you come along?" His face instantly lit up. He was back in the game. "Dad won't mind!" You turned around "You all want to come around at say...seven?" Ben's smile dropped- that was not the way it was supposed to go.

Ben awkwardly chuckled "Uh...Y/N-"

"Sounds perfect!" Joe cut him off with a tight grin, pissing Ben off at how smug he was being.

"Great! See you boys then!" You chirped and left them to get organised for their scene.

Ben loudly groaned and took the boys teasing laughter on the chin. "I was so close! I'm telling you- it's me she likes the most!" He told them, full of confidence.

"In your dreams, Ben," Rami chortled. "Let's see what happens at dinner tonight, shall we?" The four boys were called to the makeup trailer while you spent most of the day hovering beside your dad.

"I invited the boys to dinner tonight- is that alright?" You asked him.

Brian blinked from behind his glasses "Course! Did you invite Lucy too?"

You laughed "Yes! That's the whole reason why we where having dinner in the first place!" You nudged his arm "Don't embarrass me in front of them all tonight."

"Hmm..." he pretended to think about it.

"No!" You laughed. "Don't!"

"I'm a dad- it's my job to embarrass you!" Brian chuckled.

You loudly groaned "Uncle Roger!" You whined, knowing he'd stick up for you. "Dad's going to embarrass me...again!"

Roger placed his arm around your shoulder "It's not too late for me to adopt you and become a Taylor!" He laughed and Brian rolled his eyes at the pair of you. "Don't you embarrass the poor girl, Bri." You smirked, victorious. "I'll come to dinner and help you out."

The two men loudly laughed as you groaned "You're both doing it right now! God! I'm going to get another coffee!" You couldn't help but smile. You spotted the four boys and sent them a small wave- they all waved back and then debated between themselves.

"She was waving at me." Gwilym said.

Rami shook his head "Nope- she waved at me!"

Joe blew a raspberry "Oh please, she was looking at me and waved."

Ben rolled his eyes "Sure thing- keep telling yourselves that. You all know she was waving at me."

•••

Gwilym knocked on the door, he was a bit early but he wanted to get to Brian's house for dinner before the rest of the boys. He had a bunch of flowers and wine in his hand and just about managed to hit his knuckles off the door, disregarding the bell. You opened it and Gwilym's face was taken over by a huge smile. "Hi, Y/N!"

"Hey, Gwil!" He bent down slightly and kissed your cheeks "Come on through!" He handed you the flowers and wine "Thank you! They're gorgeous! I'll put these with Rami's!"

Gwilym blinked "H-He-Rami is here? Already?" He asked, wondering if he had picked that up right.

"Yeah! Only arrived about ten minutes before you- Ben has been here for about twenty." 'Bastards' Gwilym thought to himself but didn't let his smile falter.

"Oh that's great," it was a good job he was an actor- he would have received an Oscar for that fake enthusiastic line alone. Gwilym walked through to the sitting room where Rami and Ben were already there chatting with Brian- they were trying to avoid eye contact with Gwil when he walked in. "Hello, boys..." he gritted out before genuinely smiling at Brian. "Hey, Brian," they shook hands before Gwil sat down.

"Gwil, darling," you placed a hand on his shoulder and looked up to you with a smile "Can I get you a drink? Beer? Wine?"

"Wine is great thanks," he tapped your hand before you went to the kitchen. Gwilym looked to the other two who were glaring at him. That didn't happen to them.

The doorbell rang just as you handed Gwilym his glass "I'll get it!" You grinned and answered it. "Hey Joe! Love the flowers!" The three boys sighed and subtly rolled their eyes. Of course he'd being you more. "I'll put them with everyone else's." Joe walked through to sitting room and just as you fetched him a drink, the door went again. The boys all furrowed their brows, they didn't know anyone else was coming.

"Hi!" They could hear Lucy's distinctive voice float into the sitting room and they all let out a collective sigh of relief- she wasn't a threat to them. "How's things?"

"Good! I love your dress! I'm so glad you could make it!" You grinned and hugged her before she took off her jacket and scarf. "I'll fix you up your favourite!" You winked "Go on through- dad's in the sitting room with the boys." You squeezed her arm and she walked into where everyone was while you went to the kitchen to make her a gin and tonic and check on dinner.

"Hi Lucy!" The five of them all greeted at the same time when she walked in.

"Hi everyone! So good to see you all!" She didn't get the chance to sit down as you called everyone to the table. The four boys pushed and nudged each other as they tried to get a seat either side of you. Brian was at the top of the table and Lucy, Joe and Gwil sat on one side while you sat on the other with Ben and Rami. You and Lucy were in the middle of the two boys which also meant that you were directly across from her. You bumped your foot against hers and she sent you a shy smile across the table. It was reassuring to her knowing you were right there if she needed you.

"So Y/N," Joe shifted in his seat "I've gotta get you to the bar for karaoke sometime!"

You laughed and so did your dad. "There's a reason why she's a writer and not a singer, Joe." Brian chortled and you shot your dad a small glare. "Nails down a chalkboard sound better than she sings..."

"Thanks, dad..." you shook your head with a small smile on your face. "But he has a point, Joey." Joe shot the boys a cocky grin as if to say 'She gave me a nickname- ha ha!' "I'm an awful singer!"

Ben cleared his throat a little "We should check out that exhibition at the," he clicked his fingers trying to think on the spot "The Shard!" He said a little too loud when he remembered. "It's really great! Gets smashing reviews and I hear the restaurant is fantastic- views over London, apparently very romantic!" The three boys rolled their eyes at Ben's blatant attempt at trying to flirt.

You grinned and nodded before turning back to Lucy and softly smiling finding her already looking at you with rosy cheeks. Her fingers were playing with the stem of her glass and her lips parted ever so slightly and then shut before she spoke- you loved watching her think about what she was trying to say. It was like watching a renowned artist paint something in front of your eyes it was such a masterpiece. All her little quirks were. "I was thinking we could see that play you've been talking about? What do you think, Y/N?"

"Sounds amazing! We should go this weekend!" You suggested and she nodded, taking a sip of her drink.

"If you want to see a show, I have a friend that's in a sold out run of 'Hamlet', Y/N. I can ask them for tickets and we could go together next week?" He felt Joe's, Rami's and Ben's eyes burn into him.

"Sure! Sounds good, I'd love to see it." You took a sip of your wine, lightly choking on it when you felt Lucy's leg brush against yours. She sent you a playful smirk from behind her glass and you couldn't help but blush- of course one of the four boys thought they had done that to you. After dinner they all had to head home, filming was starting early tomorrow and they needed their rest. You brushed your fingers up Lucy's arms giving her goosebumps- no one thought anything of it. It was a small sign of affection but it meant so much more to her. "Still up for the cinema tomorrow night?" You asked.

"Course! Wouldn't miss it for the world!" She looked over and found the boys staring at you. "They're looking again...I told you! This is the billionth time I've caught them doing it."

Your heart skipped a beat at her jealous tone, it made you slyly grin. "You have nothing to worry about." You whispered so only she heard you. "You're cute when you're jealous."

"Oh be quiet you!" She giggled and nudged you. "Can I see that top you were telling me about before we leave?" She suggestively raised her brows a little to try and make you understand what she was trying to say. She wanted a moment alone with you.

You nodded, catching on and grabbed her hand "Just showing Lucy something! She won't be a minute!" You smiled and dragged her up the stairs.

Brian quirked a brow at the four boys when they all turned to him after following you with their eyes as you hurried upstairs. "Can you be honest with us, Brian?" Rami asked and Brian gingerly nodded. "What one of us has a better chance with Y/N? I'd personally say me but-"

"Course you would," Ben cut him off "Brian, sir, I would take such good care of your daughter she were to date me."

Gwilym scoffed "Sure thing, drummer boy..."

"You all don't have a chance- we all know she likes me best. Even gave me a nickname..." Joe proudly grinned.

They all groaned "I knew you were going to bring that up!" Ben uttered.

The boys then got into a bit of a spat and it was up to Brian to break it up. "In all fairness boys...I don't think any of you are her type." They all stopped bickering and furrowed their eyebrows at the guitarist.

"Wait!" You softly giggled and pulled Lucy back towards you again by the wrist. "Lipstick..." you wiped some of your lipstick off her bottom lip with your thumb. "You suit that shade..." you grinned and stroked her face with your fingertips.

Lucy kissed your palm "Give me more then," she purred and pressed her lips to yours before slowly pulling back and then winking "I'm glad I saw that top..." she cheekily grinned and squeezed your hip slightly, you began blushing furiously. "See you tomorrow," she pecked your lips again "I'll text you when I get home." You nodded and then headed back downstairs. "You boys ready to go?"

They all hummed and flung on their coats, still wondering what Brian meant. You and your dad bid your goodbyes and you shut the door over behind them. "Oh no!" You gasped "Lucy left her scarf!"

"If you're quick you might catch them before they leave the street," Brian motioned for you to go and you hurried out the door and down the front steps.

"Guys!" You yelled out and jogged to catch up with them. They all turned around with hopeful smiles on their faces thinking one of them was in luck. "Lucy- your scarf!" Her hands went up to her bare neck and she gasped suddenly feeling the cold biting away at it. "Good job I caught you!" You smiled and wrapped it around her "Wouldn't want you getting a cold!"

"Thank you!" She sweetly smiled, lovingly gazing into your eyes. You were so taken aback by her beauty and facial features in the fluorescent orange streetlights that you forgot the boys were there. Her eyes were twinkling just as much- if not more than- the stars above. Her lips were curved just enough that her smile reached those sparkling eyes of hers. You used her scarf to pull those lips to yours- she gasped feeling the sudden contact of your warm lips on her cold ones.

She wasn't the only one that gasped. The four boys stared at the pair of you with eyes as wide as saucers and gaping mouths. "Get home safe, I love you." You murmured and then pulled back. "Bye guys! Take care! Tell me when you get home!"

You gave Lucy another peck and she hummed in delight "Bye, I love you too." She kept her eyes on you- making sure you were safely in the house before she turned and made her journey home with the four boys who were still frozen on the spot with shock. When she was a few yards ahead she turned around and raised a brow with a sly smirk on her face. "Are you guys coming or what?" They dumbly nodded and managed to utter out a 'yes' each.

Joe was then suddenly hit with a wave of realisation after they walked Lucy back home. "'Not her type'," he hit his head "I get it now!" The three others shared a glance and then laughed between themselves.

"I was right though," Ben spoke up and the three looked at him with a raised brow. "She prefers blondes."

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hoopdiddies · 5 years

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29 with Gwil? whenever you have time

I've exploded into microscopic uwus writing this 💕

•Okay now we all know how Gwilym comes off as the biggest softie on this planet and anything pure could literally make him combust into feathers and petals.

•And so you have been dating him for years now and pretty much know everything about him, even down to the most intimate detail but you've always wondered what could bring him to tears.

•Yet your boy Gwil claims to be manly and the only thing that can make him tear up is spicy food, which of course would be the same case for almost everyone on the planet.

•You dismiss the thought and decide to bring him along to your parents' place to enjoy some barbecue.

•There you have all the fun in one day until you tell him a little secret that you've told only a few people.

•And he's a little upset– even adorably pouts at it– that you left him out of the info.

•You take him to your old room and behind the door is a crib housing four, sleeping baby bunnies.

•You couldn't take them back to London cause they're so pocket-sized and fragile and ultimately adorabe and you're afraid they might get sick during the travel.

•And so you had asked your parents to take good care of them for you

•Even made your old room theirs

•Anyway, upon seeing the precious wonders again, you take the smallest one gently in your hands and turn to Gwil whose blue eyes could never be more in awe. "You wanna hold him?"

•"Him?" He chokes on his word, obviously afflicted with the cuteness

•You nod and he nods excitedly like a little kid who's about to get his first ice cream

•You softly place the bunny in his arms and he's carrying the little thing like it's newborn baby

•"I named him...Lee. Because his eyes remind me of you." You grin happily at him and you swear he really looks like he's about to cry

•"Lee...Lee..." he repeats the name twice as he slowly looks down upon the sleeping bunny in his arms, a lone tear dripping from the corner of his eye and onto the bunny's cheek.

•The grin on your face seeing him tear up at this particular circumstance widens all the more

•Gwil softly cradles the bunny in his arms and even hums a little song for little Lee

•It's official, he's husband material and now has to pop a ring on that finger of yours

•"Gwil...are you crying?" Hearing him sniffle and seeing his eyes brim with tears prompts that question

•He shakes his head rapidly, blinking a few times to get rid of the evidence. " N-No...busted a duct. Gonna get an eye test tomorrow."

•"Right."

•Right then, the bunny opens its eyes to Gwilym looking down at it and well...you could use a life vest...and a tissue box.

#borhap #queen #gwilym lee #gwilym lee imagine #gwilym x reader #borhap cast #borhap cast headcanon #borhap cast imagines #borhap cast x reader #gwilym lee headcanon

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freerebelmentality · 5 years

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Seaside Rendevous

AN: Ok, this is the first I have ever written for Joe Mazzello and I hope its up to par. Anyways been thinking of writing this down for a while and I finally got it going. Of course it has to be 2:51am to even finally get this done and post it. Oh well, its something. Enjoy loves. Yes the title os a Queen song because why not? Plus its the song Im currently listening to.

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“Joe: Y/n, Ben is wondering if you would like to come along for the trip

You: No thanks. I need to work in order to pay for your trip babe

Joe: Aww you're the best. But really you should come

You: No, the two of you hang out. I will wait for you to come home. Dont worry love.

Joe: Ben would really like to see you too. Are you sure?

You: My goodness yes, next time we can all hang out later. Like I said I need to work in order to pay for your escapades.

Joe: Alright, you spoil me you know that

You: Oh I know I do”

A couple of days later you decide to check Ben’s Instagram and see he has posted a few pics from the trip.

A smile forms on your face and soon after a notification goes off on your phone as a text is being sent. You see its from Ben.

“Hardzzello1: Thanks for letting Joe come on the trip.

You: Not a problem, he misses you

Hardzzello1: I miss you as well. Why didnt you come?

You: Someone needed to stay behind and work and make money for the trip

Hardzzello1: Haha thats true. You’re the best

You: I know

Hardzzello1: Next time you’re coming along. No if’s, ands or buts

You: Yes ma’am. Go have fun and tell my boyfriend I miss and love him. Also give him a smooch for me

Hardzzello1: Of course I will. I’ll be sure to tell boyfriend that

You: Thanks, talk to you soon

Hardzzello1: See you soon”

You place your phone down and continue working on monthly reports. You were glad Joe went on the trip to hang out with his best friend. And all you wanted for him is to have a great time with him. The next one you will go on, next one.

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queenborhapreaderships · 5 years

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Hey! Could you do a head cannon on how they act when you’re feeling insecure and see them either on stage or acting ( this could be done with either the band or BohRhap!) love your writing!!

Hey! Sure! I’m not gonna lie, I don’t exactly know what you mean by the second part, seeing them on stage, but I’ll definitely do headcanons on them realizing you’re insecure, etc... I’m gonna do the band!

Roger

Roger’s first instinct would be to get mad. Mad at whoever made you feel inferior, mad at the world for not letting you love yourself like he loves you, mad at himself for not realizing it sooner. Not mad at you, though. Never mad at you. He loves you too much to be mad, he understands that this isn’t your fault. You sit him down to calm him down and explain how you feel and the second his eyes meet yours, he deflates and finally feels his feelings. He’s sad and he comforts you, making sure that you’re okay. From then on, he would always take extra time out of his day to make sure you know he loves you.

Brian

The minute he realizes how you feel, his heart breaks. He sits you down and wants to talk it all out immediately and understand why you feel the way you do. He wants to know if he’s ever said anything or done anything to make you feel worse about yourself and how he can be better make you feel better. You tell him it’s just kinda always been this way and it’s not his fault, but he still wants to help. He wants you to love yourself and see the you that he sees. Obviously, it’s not that easy, but any time you feel down, Brian is there to pick you back up.

John

When you tell him what you’re feeling, he looks at the floor and you can see his entire demeanor change. You take his hand and tell him that it’s not anything he’s done wrong, it’s just something you’ve been struggling with. You don’t think you’ll be getting a response out of him, but in a quiet voice, he tells you that he understands. He deals with a lot of the same issues. Now it’s your turn to be taken aback. The two of you sit down and talk about it and realize you struggle with many of the same things. You guys come out of it so much stronger a couple.

I don’t write for Freddie because I just kinda see him as untouchable? I don’t know. I look up to him a lot, so I’m not really comfortable characterizing him myself. But I’m sure Freddie would do many of the same things, loving you and all!

#john deacon imagine #john deacon x reader #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #brian may x reader #brian may imagine #borhap cast imagines #borhap cast headcanons #Anonymous

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poachedhazontoast · 5 years

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Morning People

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Word count: 600

Prompt: “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

Warnings: None!

A/N: I finally got around to doing this! It’s a few days later than I wanted it to be but it’s finally done! This is my entry for @bensroger ’s writing challenge. If you haven’t checked out Abby’s writing you’re missing out! She just reached 3k followers (I can only dream) so this is in celebration of that! It’s short and sweet (crazy, I know) but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless 💕

-Sydney

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You never were a morning person.

Mornings were always too cold, too hectic, too lonely to be enjoyed. You could never pull off the messy hair look, and you were rarely able to drag yourself out of bed early enough to take a shower before getting on with the rest of the day. Your back was always far too sore, your eyes far too tired, and your brain far too foggy to function.

No, you never were a morning person.

But damn it if you couldn’t appreciate the beauty of the golden hour. The way the light flickered through the curtains and reflected off the tiny dust particles dancing through the air. The way the entire room became engulfed in a soft orange glow. The way the birds would create your own personal symphony right outside your window. The way the cool breeze always made Gwil curl up a little bit closer to you.

It would be a bold faced lie for you to say that you didn’t leave the window open at night for this reason and this reason alone, and last night had certainly been no different. Despite the groggy feeling that lingered in your eyes, you always managed to waste at least five minutes of your time admiring your boyfriend. Your fingers would trace over every part of his face in an ill-fated attempt to commit every single detail to memory. They would dance along the bridge of his nose, across his cheekbones, and down to his lips, where they would be gently replaced with your own in a swift kiss before begrudgingly beginning your day.

It was the same routine every morning, and it gave you some semblance of reverence despite the mundane nature of it all. What wasn’t usually part of this routine, however, was the addition of Gwilym’s arm settling across your waist and pulling you closer to his chest. A warmth spread throughout your entire body at the action, the kind that couldn’t even be rivaled by that of the sunlight that was currently caressing the bed that you shared.

“Where’re you goin’?” Gwil’s voice was deep with exhaustion, and a rush of adoration swept over you like a tidal wave.

“I’m going out to meet Holly for yoga. It’s Sunday, remember? You can go back to sleep, love.” You spoke softly before pressing your nose to his cheek and feathering the lightest of kisses against his jawline. “I’ll be back soon, I promise.” A light giggle escaped your lips as his grip tightened, and you already knew that you weren’t going to be going anywhere that morning.

“No, I’m not letting you go.” He placed a gentle kiss against your exposed shoulder before pulling the comforter back up to engulf the both of you in it’s warmth . He chuckled lightly at the sound of satisfaction that escaped you. “It’s too early to get out of bed.” You pretended to think about it for a short while, but one look at his lazy smile broke your resolve.

“Fine. But you have to be the one to tell Holly.” You grinned to yourself as Gwil began to drift back into unconsciousness, content with your decision.

“Already done.” He mumbled before pulling you on top of his chest, being sure that you’re both still cocooned in the blanket. “Now go back to sleep, my love.”

A smile graced your features as you’re lulled back to sleep by Gwil’s heartbeat, and you found yourself feeling grateful for at least one thing in the early hours of the day.

Gwilym Lee never was a morning person.

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mercurymilkshakes · 3 years

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Enchanted | Joe Mazzello

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: joe mazzello x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): idk how award shows work lmao is that warning worthy?

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: joe never had trouble feigning polite smiles while at events like these. It is a welcome relief, though, when he meets you- and doesn’t have to fake those smiles.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): enchanted by taylor swift

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k

Award shows were fun for the most part. They were chances to make major connections and meet big names in whatever industry the awards were for; which, in this very particular case, was film.

Joe didn’t necessarily hate these events- more so mildly disliked them. He was an extrovert, of course, and was kind and genuine with every new person that greeted him and shook his hand- but tonight seemed particularly lonely and insincere, for no other reason than he felt as if every smile sent his way was fake and plastered on as a way to pass as polite.

That’s how people were at events such as these, and having gone to the show alone, Joe hadn’t seen a single person that he could have a genuine conversation with.

As Joe forced a laugh at another lame joke from the actor who’d attempted to strike up a chat with him, his eyes wandered among the crowd, searching for a familiar face that could be his saviour.

Then, just as he was about to give up hope on the task altogether, his eyes met yours from across the room.

He’s never met you before, he was sure he’d remember standing across from eyes like yours, but he did happen to recognize you.

You smile at him, dazzling, kind, and real.

He’s enchanted. Seeing you on the big screen could never do justice to seeing you in person, even when you were standing near the other side of the room.

You begin walking towards him, offering gentle nods and pats of the arms when you crossed paths with a friendly face.

Joe’s hands begin to shake, so he plays with the corner of the tablecloth in front of him, only mildly paying attention to the actor at his side as he stares at his plate.

He hears your voice before he meets your eyes, your tone playful and warm.

“Weren’t you that kid from Jurassic Park?” You ask, a teasing smile pulling at your lips as Joe stands to meet you.

He returned the look of mirth as he squinted and tilted his head, “Weren’t you that adult in Jurassic World?”

“Touché.”

Joe reaches out to pull out a chair for you, thanking whatever gods he could think of that his hands had calmed their nervous trembling.

He offered the seat to you, which you graciously took as Joe sat back in his own- not even bothered when he noticed the man who’d been talking at him for the past seventeen minutes had finally moved on to someone else.

You and he spoke softly, Joe chuckled at every joke and watched the way your eyes captured the reflection of the lights all around. He was enchanted by your voice, by your words- every breath you took was another wave of awe flooding his mind.

Even as the show properly started, you continued to whisper amongst yourselves- like children at the back of a classroom.

You shared stories, talked about your most recent projects, you teased and joked about dinosaurs.

Joe couldn’t remember a time he’d had so much fun at an event like this. It was relieving, like a breath of fresh air after years of being locked away. You brought out a side of him he loved, a side he couldn’t get enough of.

He was captivated.

Joe hadn’t had a single sip of the champagne they offered that night, but he felt like your presence was a better intoxicator anyway.

The night continued, the lights sparkled, the cheers were loud and electric. It was the same as any award show, but somehow the atmosphere was different. It was you, Joe knew, that was making him see it this way. It was magic.

He had been enchanted by you, and he kicked himself all the way to his car thinking about how he didn’t take the opportunity to ask you out.

Joe drove home, alone, mulling over and recalling the conversations you’d had, and the quip’s you shared.

He was still a bit red faced, he noticed, as he thought of you, and he knew your smile wouldn’t soon leave his mind.

Oh god, why hadn’t he asked for your number?

This thought didn’t leave his head. How could it? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Joe wondered what your favourite colour was, and your favourite warm beverage. He wondered if you preferred chocolate or vanilla, cats or dogs, fries or salad.

He wondered if you loved someone. He wondered if he even had a chance with someone like you.

That night he got home and his mind was reeling at the thought of you- so much so that he didn’t even change out of his suit before laying atop his bed sheets.

Staring at the ceiling, he cursed himself yet again for not saying more, for not asking you more questions when he had the chance.

As these thoughts permeated his mind, he loosened his tie and glanced at his phone as it lit up on the mattress next to him.

Joe brought the phone to his face, ready for another scam notification from his emails or announcement that someone he followed on Instagram had posted.

Instead, his heart stopped when he read the name that had been running through his head since he left the venue earlier that night.

It was a WhatsApp message from a friend of his who was also in the business of acting- and who, as Joe could recall, had worked with you before.

‘Y/N L/N is asking me for your contact, would you mind if I sent it?’

Despite being the picture of poetic discussion in person, Rami always had been very ‘to the point’ over text.

Joe tried not to seem eager in his response of ‘Yeah, sounds good!’

For the second time that night, his hands shook as he waited- for what, he wasn’t completely sure.

Then it happened.

An unknown number appearing in his messages, a giddy greeting, another corny dinosaur joke.

Joe laughed at that, adding your name to his contacts, returning the playful banter, and thanking his lucky stars that you seemed just as enchanted by him as he had been by you.

The way I did not re read this, oop. Anyway, joe could run me over and I wouldn’t even be mad. and for that matter so could taylor swift, enchanted is such a vibe -♠️

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benismyqueen · 3 years

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Here comes the sun. 7

A/N: ¡Solo queda una parte más y el epílogo! Disculpad si hay algún fallo o algo, no tuve tiempo de editarlo.

Advertencias: Un poco de angustia.

Palabras: 6076 (!¡)

Alina durante semanas no supo que decisión debía tomar. Al principio Blaine lo entendió, no era una decisión que debía tomarse a la ligera, pero después de tanto tiempo empezó a preocuparse.

Ella principalmente pensaba en que deseaba ella, sin pensar en nadie más, pero tenía tanto miedo de la respuesta, que siempre terminaba pensando en los deseos de Blaine, y en lo mucho que él la amaba. Era muy afortunada de tener a su lado a una persona como él.

Durante todas estas semanas también evitó a los chicos, cualquier cosa que tuviese que ver con Roger la enfurecía. A menudo vió a Mary, quién sin mencionar al rubio (sabía que algo gordo debía de haber sucedido, aunque ninguno de los chicos dió detalles), le hizo llegar lo mucho que los chicos la echaban de menos. También le hizo llegar la buena noticia de que se irían de gira mundial con su nuevo disco en dos semanas.

Eso la revolvió el estómago. Nunca habían estado tanto tiempo fuera de casa, y sabe que su padre los ama demasiado y querrá hacer una comida de despedida. Y sabe que no podrá evitar para siempre a Roger. Por mucho que le gustaría volver a verlo después de la gira, cuando hayan pasado meses, vuelva con una muchacha en su brazo, y puedan olvidar lo que se dijeron aquel día.

Pero sobre todo lo que más teme, es que al verlo pueda sentir que tomó la decisión equivocada, sentir que el tuvo razón y no cree que pueda vivir tranquila sintiendo que se equivocó. Pero no puede hacerle eso a Blaine. Él la quiere y ella le quiere. No puede arriesgar lo bueno que tiene por una persona intermitente. Por mucho que le quisiese desde los diecisiete. Ya no es una niña, y él tampoco.

Está terminando el registro de la tienda, cuendo suena el timbre que avisa de un nuevo cliente.

"Vaya, sigues viva" Brian entra con las manos en los bolsillos de sus pantalones.

"¡Brian!" No fue consciente de lo mucho que lo había echado de menos hasta ese momento. Pero rápidamente su vista vuelve a la puerta.

"He venido solo" Suelta el aire que no sabía que estaba conteniendo. "Bueno Freddie quería venir, pero necesitaba hablar contigo. ¿Cómo estás?"

Se encoge de hombros. "Estoy algo agobiada, tengo toda mi habitación desordenada, ya sabes llena de cajas... la mudanza..."

"Me refería a Roger"

"No sé si quiero hablar de él" Vuelve su vista a los papeles, esperando que Brian desista. Lo que no sabe es que después de conseguir que su amigo se abriese con él, no piensa detenerse. Nada es tan difícil como hablar con Roger.

"Él si me ha hablado de ti" Miente. Después de aquel día ignora su existencia. Si alguien menciona a la chica se vuelve silencioso y ausente. Y la otra parte del tiempo se la pasa siendo un insufrible e insoportable. Ya nadie le aguanta. Y tenía dos opciones. Hacer que ambos hablen y arreglen sus problemas, o terminar con la banda.

"¿Qué de mi?" El intento de Alina por sonar indiferente es lamentable.

"Te echa de menos" Directamente nunca mencionó esas palabras, pero es evidente. "Deberías hablar con él"

En ese momento Alina sabe lo que está haciendo. Roger nunca ha dicho eso.

"Entonces debería venir él y decírmelo. Y quizá con unas disculpas me pienso si quiero hablar con él." Brian rueda los ojos mientras suspira. No puede ser que ambos sean igual de tercos.

"¿Por qué no puedes dar el paso? Hazlo por nosotros, por los que tenemos que lidiar con su mal humor. Realmente te echa de menos. Y se arrepiente"

"Claro que no se arrepiente" Roger nunca se arrepiente de nada de lo que hace o lo que dice. Quizá si de la forma que lo hace, pero nunca por hacerlo. Si hace algo o dice algo es porque realmente así lo sintió en ese momento. Y a día de hoy sigue sintiendo lo que dijo a la chica. Quizá debió ser antes, o quizá de otra forma, pero siente que hizo lo que sentía, y no se arrepiente.

"¿Sabes que tu padre en unos días hará una comida de despedida?, ¿realmente dejarás que ese día sea el de vuestro incómodo reencuentro?, o mejor aún, ¿dejarás que se vaya sin arreglar las cosas?"

Si, quiso responder. Aunque sabe que lo echará muchísimo de menos, y que todas las noches tendrá la necesidad imperiosa de llamarlo, de decirle que está todo bien y que quiere a su amigo de vuelta. Pero aquel día todo cambió. Y no sabe si algún día podrán volver a estar como antes.

"No creo que sea buena idea. He tomado una decisión, necesitaba su apoyo, y él tomó su propia decisión. No hay nada más que hablar."

"Alina te lo suplico" En ese momento pudo jurar que Brian casi cae a sus pies suplicando. "Ve a verlo y haced las paces" Puede ver en sus ojos suplicantes la desesperación. "Estos últimos días ha estado actuando probablemente tres veces más el imbécil que es. Normalmente es gracioso, pero está siendo desagradable y un gilipollas. Nunca he conocido a un chico con un talento como el suyo para caer mal a los demás, y todos sabemos que de no ser por su encanto personal, ya lo habría golpeado. Así que por favor, habla con él. No te pido que seas amable, simplemente ve a verlo, para que así deje de atormentar a todo el mundo."

"Roger no es mi problema" se limita a contestar. "Y debería comportarse como un adulto y comprender que no tiene ningún derecho a decir esas cosas."

"Roger no tiene el derecho a decir el noventa por ciento de lo que sale de su boca a diario. No es como si eso lo hubiese detenido antes."

"¿Por qué le importa de todas formas? No tiene nada que ver con él."

"La cosa es..." Brian no sabe de donde está sacando la paciencia para no abrir sus ojos a la fuerza. "En su mundo, todo tiene que ver con él."

"Esto no"

"Escucha" El moreno pone sus manos sobre sus hombros. "Conozco a este chico desde que es un niño, y hasta hace muy poco ha luchado por superar unos traumas y una parte de él que aún no conoces. Y honestamente, me da igual, porque este hombre siente cosas por ti."

Omite el hecho de estar terriblemente enamorado, quiere ayudar a su amigo. No venderlo.

"Y tú no has tenido el intenso, y digo intenso disgusto de aguantarlos a ambos desde que os conocéis. Estabais tan ocupados odiandoos que érais incapaces de disfrutar del amor, complicidad y cariño que teníais en vuestros días de calma. Tampoco has tenido el placer de escucharlo hablar de ti todos los días durante años, mientras intenta llegar a un término con sus sentimientos."

Toma una profunda respiración.

"Alina. Como Roger es un maldito cobarde, vas a ser tú quien de el primer paso. Y honestamente, si no te importa sacarlo a él de su miseria, al menos sácame a mi de la mia. Sé la indicada, por favor."

Antes de que pueda pensar siquiera en lo que está pensando contesta. "Hablaré con él."

Tal y como Brian dijo, dos días antes de dar comienzo a la gira mundial, Rich se encarga de organizar una comida. Y a pesar de lo que dijo, no habló con Roger. Quizá por eso está tan nerviosa de camino a casa, lleva algo más de un mes sin verlo.

"¿Estás bien?" La mano de Blaine aprieta su muslo.

"Si" Alina está distraída mirando por la ventanilla del coche. "Solo llegamos tarde, ya sabes lo puntual que soy y me pongo nerviosa..." Empieza a divagar poniéndose aún más nerviosa mientras Blaine se ríe.

"Cariño, es tu familia" Recuerda. "Hace tiempo que no les ves, ¿cierto? A los chicos digo"

Con todo el alboroto de la mudanza había conseguido no alarmar a Blaine, pero si que se había dado cuenta que de pronto ya no llegaba tarde a sus citas con él por ellos, Roger no la buscaba para ir al estudio y ella ya no contaba ninguna anécdota de su día cada vez que se juntaba con ellos. Pero no tuvo el corazón de preguntar por temor a la respuesta.

"Bueno, ya no soy una niña para perseguirlos a todas partes, cada uno tiene su vida y con la mudanza..." Nota como se pone aún más nerviosa lo que hace que empiece a sentir pequeñas taquicardias.

"Oye" Blaine masajea su muslo. "Tranquila, solo es una observación. Quizá deberías invitarlos a casa. Cuando ya esté todo" puntualiza.

Sabe a lo que se refiere. Durante semanas estuvo reacia a llevar sus cosas al piso. Al principio dijo que primero deberían poner todo el piso en orden y con los gustos de ambos, los muebles, la pintura de las paredes... Todo lo necesario para sentirse en casa, de alguna manera su subconsciente quería retrasar el momento de poner su ropa en el armario, y sus productos en el baño. Y eso les llevó a cambiar tres veces el color del salón, hasta que finalmente se dieron por vencidos. En ese salón y con esos colores jamás podría bailar con Blaine.

"Sí, sería genial" Miente. La única manera de que Roger entras en su casa con los pies por delante.

Su mente viaja a la habitación de casa de sus padres, están casi todas sus cosas en cajas. Casi. Es incapaz de meter algo sin echarse a llorar. Y hoy que van de visita llevarán sus cosas a casa. Finalmente.

"Mira, ya están" Llegan al viejo vecindario de sus padres y a lo largo de la calle pueden ver diversos coches desfilando, además de mucha gente asomada a la ventana.

No sabe como consigue hacer que sus piernas funcionen correctamente hasta la puerta, pero no tiene tiempo de recuperarse de su nudo en el pecho cuando Blaine llama a la puerta.

"Alina" Los brazos de Vicky la sujetan con fuerza y abrazan su cuerpo temblando.

Cuando cruza el umbral de la puerta escucha el murmullo del salón y el grito de su sobrino de tres años.

"¡Alina!" Deaky se levanta cuando ve a su amiga. "Demasiado tiempo"

"Siempre un placer" Brian la saluda con un movimiento de cabeza sin levantarse del sofá.

Blaine está saludando a Freddie mientras este le sirve una copa de vino tinto.

"Ey, ¿qué pasa tío?" Roger saluda a Blaine dándole una palmada en el hombro. Un buen saludo, sin duda obra de Brian. "Hola Miss desaparecida"

Tenía muchas dudas de lo que sentiría al ver a Roger después de tanto tiempo, y de como se darían las cosas. Y ahí está, frene a ella, a un paso, con su pelo rubio un poco más corto y una sonrisa tirando de sus labios. Tan jovial y despreocupado... Si no fuese por los movimientos de sus dedos que lo hace parecer ansioso.

Y ella vuelve a sentirse igual que a los diecisiete.

Las palabras 'Eres un hijo de puta, Roger' mueren en sus labios cuando siente una mano en su pierna.

"Tia, tia, tia" el pequeño Will intenta llamar su atención tirando de su pantalón. "Ya voy yo solo al baño"

Su hermana Debbie rueda los ojos divertida. Realmente se lo está diciendo a todo el mundo.

"¿En serio?" Roger corta el momento incómodo ya que Alina parece que olvida por un momento como hablar. "Mi madre aún debe acompañarme"

Will se ríe y persigue a Blaine probablemente para decirle a él también lo adulto que se siente.

Roger da un paso acercándose a ella. No parece ni furioso ni triste, pero no sabe exactamente qué decir. Abre la boca varias veces pero no dice nada. Vicky corta el incómodo momento entrando con la comida.

"Vamos, a sentarse"

Cada uno toma su sitio en la mesa, y casualmente Roger y Alina terminan en frente.

Nadie parece percatarse de sus miradas incómodas, ni sus silencios en la mesa. Rápidamente hay varias conversaciones sobre la gira y de fondo el tintineo de los cubiertos.

"¡América!, ¿quién lo diría?" Exclama Rich.

"¡Quién lo diría!, ¿verdad Alina?" Mary saca a su amiga de sus propios pensamientos. "¿Recuerdas cuando íbamos a ver a estos perdedores?"

"Solo recuerdo la bebida. Era asquerosa" Bromea con una sonrisa.

"Entonces, ¿por qué ibas?" Pregunta Blaine con una sonrisa.

"Por la música medianamente aceptable."

"Digna descripción de tu padre, Brian" Deaky bromea.

"Aún recuerdo una tarde que entré en la tienda y vi a Roger y Alina, ¿os acordáis? Estábais escuchando la demo del primer disco."

En ese momento varias cosas pasan a la vez. Roger se atraganta con el vino, Deaky y Brian se miran confundidos y Alina se pone roja mientras titubea. A todo esto Blaine les observa con el ceño fruncido.

"¡Papá!, ¡era un secreto!"

"¡Oh vamos!, han pasado años, ya ha preescrito" Rich no es del todo consciente de la bomba que acaba de soltar en la mesa.

"Pensamos que la idea era mostrárselo juntos" Deaky mira a Roger que se encoge de hombros.

"¡Realmente te emocionaste!" Freddie señala a la chica. "No puedo creer que fuese falso"

"No fue falso"

"¿Recordáis sus gritos cuando le enseñamos la cinta?" Brian les hace recordar a todos ese momento.

"Todo falso" Freddie lamenta mientras niega con la cabeza.

"Oye, realmente estáis perdiendo el foco importante. Roger fue a mostrarme la cinta. Yo no lo pedí" En ese momento sus miradas se cruzan.

"Bueno..." Con una sonrisa y la ceja alzada dice "Yo recuerdo como me quitaste la cinta de las manos."

Alina jadea.

"Tendrás valor..."

"Te dije que querían mostrártelo juntos y debía ser nuestro secreto" Un escalofrío recorre su espalda cuando dijo 'nuestro' "Y accediste"

Rich sonríe con la copa de vino en sus labios. Sin quererlo había conseguido sacar a los chicos de esa nebulosa incómoda.

"Dinos Roger, ¿cuántas veces más nos has traicionado?" Brian pregunta apoyándose en la mesa.

Antes de que Roger pueda asegurar que nunca más enseñó a la chica ningún disco, lo cual sería una mentira a medias, ya que alguna canción que le hacía extrema ilusión si que se la mostró, Alina habla.

"Bri, ¿recuerdas aquel regalo alucinante en las navidades de 1971? En verdad yo lo elegí" Roger abre desmesuradamente los ojos.

"Era un regalo alucinante." Freddie habla recordando el obsequio "Debimos sospechar que no era idea de Roger."

"Para empezar" Roger se dirige a sus amigos. "Soy perfectamente capaz de hacer regalos alucinantes. ¿A que sí?" Pregunta mirando a la chica.

En ese instante todos se pierden. No tienen ni idea de lo que está hablando.

"¿Cómo lo hiciste?" A su vuelta después de esas navidades se lo preguntó muchas veces. ¿Cómo consiguió hacerle un regalo? Pero siempre respondía lo mismo.

"Magia" Responde con una sonrisa. Blaine no se pierde la media sonrisa cómplice de Alina, ni el intento de esconder la sonrisa de Maisie. Siente que conoce más a su novia por Roger y los chicos, que por ella mima.

Blaine carraspea haciendo que la chica aparte la mirada de Roger.

"El otro día vimos el concierto" Comienza otra conversación en la que pueda ser partícipe y no sentir la conexión de Roger y su chica.

"Fue alucinante" Maisie exclama "No podía elegir una canción favorita pero keep yourself alive me recordó cuando era una niña."

"Lo sigues siendo" Maisie saca la lengua a Alina.

"Nuestra favorita fue somebody to love, ¿verdad?" Blaine mira a la chica quién se pone un poco tensa.

"En verdad disfruté mucho de 39'" Tiene una mirada cómplice con Brian. Le trae buenos recuerdos. Roger disimula una sonrisa.

"¿Pero no es raro?, ¿verdad?" Alina sabe lo que está a punto de decir pero por alguna razón mira a Roger y no lo detiene. "Quiero decir, 39 es una canción preciosa y a continuación tocáis fat bottomed girls"

"Escribí ambas" Brian no sabe si sentirse ofendido o sentir pena por Blaine que no sabe donde meterse.

Alina y Roger comparten una mirada y ambos intentan contener la risa. El rubio toma la copa de vino para disimular la sonrisa, pero cuando escucha la pequeña risa de Alina no aguanta más y se le escapa una carcajada haciendo que el vino se le salga por la nariz. Entonces Alina empieza a reirse más fuerte.

"Lo siento" Entre risas Roger se disculpa mientras se limpia con la servilleta.

Brian esta vez está encantado de ser él, el que corte el silencio tenso en la mesa. Sabía que no había manera en el mundo de que Roger y Alina estuviesen juntos y fuesen incapaces de seguir teniendo esa conexión. El amor está ahí, en los pequeños detalles.

Roger y Alina siguen compartiendo miradas cómplices aunque no participan en la conversación.

En algún momento alguien pone música de fondo, tal y como hacían en todas las reuniones.

"¡Alina!, escucha" Maisie grita mientras sube un poco más el volumen. Todos se callan expectantes hasta que escuchan la canción.

Un escalofrío le recorre el cuerpo y siente un sudor frío por su espalda. Llevaba tiempo sin escucharla.

Here comes the sun.

"¿Recordáis su obsesión con esta canción?"

"Siempre la ponía en todas partes" Mary sonríe con el recuerdo.

"Tengo la teoría de que cada vez que se quedaba en silencio, escuchaba esa canción en su cabeza" Freddie asiente a las palabras de Brian.

"Siempre llevaba esa cinta, nos la ponía en la furgoneta" Deaky recuerda haciendo sonreír a Roger.

"La cantaba siempre. No había forma de escuchar la canción y no asociarla con ella" Rich pone de nuevo el vinilo, repitiendo la canción.

Y toda la conversación se ve interrumpida por Blaine. "¿En serio?"

"¿Nunca te puso la canción?" Maisie pregunta incrédula. Roger mira a la chica con el ceño fruncido.

"No" Casi suena más a pregunta.

"Tampoco es tan importante" Alina se pone realmente nerviosa, igual que en el coche. "Solo es una canción"

"Eras muy pesada" Recuerda Maisie.

"Cállate" Esta vez suena más agresiva.

"Pero Alina" Maisie frunce el ceño. "Pero si cantabas esa canción con todo el mundo"

Blaine la mira preocupado.

"Bueno, nosotros hemos compartido muchas canciones"

Alina siente que está a punto de ponerse a llorar. Se siente acorralada, y siente que no está siendo sincera.

"Bueno" Vicky se levanta de la mesa intenta ayudar a su hija. "¿Quién de mis tres hermosas hijas será la que me ayude a recoger los platos?"

"Bueno, Alina llegó tarde a propósito para no poner la mesa, sería lo justo que ella te ayude." Debbie bromea para romper el hielo. Alina no contesta, se levanta y casi corriendo huye a la cocina. Roger siente el impulso de seguirla, pero siente la mano de Freddie en su muslo y no lo hace.

"Está bien cariño, ¿qué ocurre?" Vicky cierra la puerta de la cocina tras ella. Alina está con la vista en el fregadero lleno de platos y cubiertos sucios. Si hace unos segundos sentía un nudo en el pecho y los ojos llenos de lágrimas, ahora siente que hiperventila, le cuesta respirar y sabe que si empieza a llorar, no podrá parar.

"No sé mamá..."

"Está bien, está bien" Coge a su hija en sus brazos y la abraza fuerte. "Está bien mi amor. Ven, siéntate"

Las lágrimas corren por sus mejillas y se sienta en la silla obligada por su madre.

"Estás pasando por una mudanza, te vas a vivir con un chico increíble y estás a punto de empezar una vida como mujer. Está bien. Es duro irte de casa, pero seguimos siendo tu familia, no nos iremos a ninguna parte" Alina niega con la cabeza incapaz de decir algo. "¿Recuerdas cuando se fue Debbie? Siempre venía a dormir los fines de semana aquí, hasta que se sintió lista. Está bien. Sentirte como te sientes está bien."

No sabe lo mucho que necesitaba oir esas palabras. Durante semanas había retenido todos sus sentimientos, y lo había conseguido porque siempre venía un día posterior donde seguía durmiendo en su cama, entre sus cuatro paredes, y aún podía soñar que tenía diecisiete años y que al día siguiente podría ir al estudio con los chicos. Pero esos días se acabaron, ahora su vida sería diferente y no estaba lista. Y sabe que no debería sentirse así. Debería tener miedo por todo lo que puede salir mal, pero no sentir que está tomando la decisión equivocada.

"¿Tú te sentiste así?"

Vicky no tiene el corazón de ser sincera ni de contestar esa pregunta.

"No todos vivimos las mismas situaciones igual."

Vicky fue feliz el día que durmió con Rich por primera vez en su hogar. Pero la diferencia es que su hogar nunca fueron cuatro paredes. Su hogar era donde el corazón de Rich y sus hijas estaba. Da igual en esa casa, que debajo del peor puente de un barrio pobre de Londres.

"No debería ser doloroso"

"No. No debería. Seguir esto" Pone su mano sobre el pecho de su hija, donde reside su corazón. "Nunca puede ser doloroso."

"Siento que si hago lo que siento haré daño a la gente que me quiere." Por primera vez se sincera con su madre. Todos sus miedos, y todo el dolor que siente en su pecho. Y todo lleva un nombre.

Por un momento piensa que todo es culpa de Roger, que si tan solo no hubiese sido tan egoísta de decir lo que siente en el momento menos indicado, ella no se sentiría así ahora. Por su culpa siente que debe pensar en él, y vuelve a sentir todo lo que sintió por él. Pero una pequeña parte de ella siente que puede que tenga razón. Que puede que esté equivocada, que todos los caminos siempre le han llevado a él. Siempre él.

"La gente que te quiere te seguirá queriendo. Es inevitable que nadie salga herido. Lo único que quiero es que no seas tú. No mereces sentirte así.

"Si, lo merezco" Se le rompe la voz y las lágrimas vuelven a llenar sus ojos. "Lo merezco"

"No cariño, no" Vicky vuelve a pasar los brazos por su cuerpo, abrazándola.

Lo merece. Debe ser sincera con Blaine, y no lo ha sido. Quizá en un principio no lo fué de manera inconsciente, pero ahora es consciente. Sus sentimientos que se habían quedado dormidos, después del toque de Roger habían despertado más furiosos que nunca. La queman por dentro y con más fuerza cada vez que intenta retenerlos.

"Eres mi hija. Y ninguna de mis hijas lo merecen."

"Tú eres mi madre, tu deber es apoyarme siempre. No eres objetiva"

"Como soy tu madre, te conozco" Sin ser demasiado explícita sabe lo que intenta decir. Sabe a lo que se refiere. "Te conozco mi niña"

Esta vez es Alina la que abraza a su madre. En algún momento la hace daño de lo fuerte que tiene sus brazos en su cintura, pero no se queja. Poco a poco sus brazos se relajan y permiten que Vicky se mueva un poco. Alina ya ha dejado de llorar y se apoya con un brazo sobre la mesa.

Su madre se da la vuelta y empieza a fregar en un silencio cómodo. Quiere ayudarla, pero cree que por mucho que pueda decir, no es de su boca de quién necesita esas palabras. Solo puede sentarse a su lado, escucharla cuando se sienta lista, y apoyarla en todas sus decisiones. Aunque no le gusten.

"Os vi" Alina rompe el silencio mientras su madre seca con cuidado una olla. Hay algo doméstico en hacer las tareas, se siente como una niña de nuevo, y vuelve a sentir esa comodidad y confort para hablar de nuevo. "A papá y a ti"

"¿De qué hablas, cariño?"

"Un domingo. Debíais pensar que Maisie y yo estábamos dormidas. Pero oí pasos en el salón y decidí bajar." Tiene una sonrisa mientras recuerda el momento. "Me quedé sentada en las escaleras. Estábais papá y tu bailando. Te decía algunas palabras en el oído y tu sonreías mucho. En algún momento debió cantar algunas frases de Here's comes the sun."

Vicky siente como el aire sale de sus pulmones.

"No sé cuanto tiempo estuve ahí, quizá diez minutos. Maisie se despertó y dejásteis de bailar."

Vicky ahora entiende un poco su obsesión con esa canción. Pero no lo entiende.

"No lo recuerdo, cariño"

"¿Qué?"

"No recuerdo. No sé, no recuerdo todas las mañanas de domingo de nuestras vidas"

El corazón de Alina se hunde. Para ella es un recuerdo precioso. Quizá el momento en el que se dió cuenta del gran amor de sus padres, y para ella es muy importante. No entiende como su madre puede no recordarlo.

"Pero mamá..."

"No entiendo por qué es tan importante, cariño, hemos tenido muchos bailes."

"Pero..."

Vicky deja de secar todos los cubiertos y se sienta en la silla a su lado

"Cariño. A esto me refería." Vicky empieza a entender un poco más a su hija. Toma su mano sobre la mesa y la acaricia. "Para mi ese baile no es importante, no significó nada. ¿Sabes por qué? He tenido millones de bailes con tu padre."

"Pero estábais felices"

"Bueno, gracias a dios siempre soy feliz con tu padre. Escúchame" Aprieta su mano y sonríe a su dulce niña. "Para mi todos los días son días extraordinarios. Tu padre siempre me hace sentir la mujer más afortunada del mundo, y siempre todos los días me demuestra todo su amor. Por eso ese baile no lo recuerdo, me es imposible recordar todos los buenos momentos porque para mi, desde que lo conocí me siento inmensamente feliz. Y todos los días me recuerda lo mucho que nos amamos. Lo que no entiendo es que significase tanto para ti."

"Me di cuenta de que os amábais. No sé." Frunce el ceño. Ahora no sabe que fue lo que marcó tanto ese recuerdo. "Simplemente os vi felices."

"Pues cariño. Eso es lo que deseo para ti. No deseo que un baile sea tu recuerdo más feliz. Deseo que vivas tantos momentos felices todos los días que te sea imposible recordarlos todos. Deseo que siempre seas amada, y que ames todos los días. Qué no dejes un día en blanco sin haber amado a la persona que tienes aquí." señala su corazón con el dedo. "Mereces ser feliz siempre."

Alina empieza a entender a su madre. Sabe qué quiere decir. Pero todo en su cabeza sigue siendo un lío enorme.

"Te quiero mucho mamá."

"Lo sé cariño" Esta vez se abrazan con tranquilidad. Están tan cómodas sintiendo el amor que se tienen, que no sienten cuando abren la puerta.

"Mis chicas favoritas abrazándose y no me invitan. ¿Habéis dejado de quererme?, dime Vicky, ¿me pedirás el divorcio? solo que sepas que tendrás que denunciarme, no pienso firmar esos papeles." Rich se apoya en la puerta con una sonrisa en los labios.

"Que cosas dices" Vicky se levanta arreglando el vestido.

Alina les mira con una sonrisa. Se están mirando como aquel día. Y como todos los días.

"¿Qué pasa?" Rich mira confundido a su hija y luego a su mujer. "Oye venía a decirte que no es por presión, pero siguen tus cosas en cajas en tu habitación, y hay cosas por ahí tiradas..."

"Tu padre está emocionado por convertir tu habitación en un estudio de pintura."

Rich abre la boca pero no es capaz de llevar la contraria a su esposa.

"Tranquilo papá. Está bien" Coge la indirecta y se levanta de su silla. Cuando sale por el umbral de la puerta siente que el peso sobre sus hombros ya no pesa ni duele tanto. Blaine se levanta al verla, pero se queda en el sitio cuando Alina lo detiene. "Iré a recoger las cosas. Prometí a mi padre que lo haría, tiene prisa por echarme de casa" Bromea mientras se aleja por el pasillo.

Roger y los chicos se miran confundidos. No saben que puede haber pasado en la cocina pero algo bueno debió ser. No parece la misma que entró.

"Chicos" Vicky aparece en el salón con Rich a sus espaldas. "Amo a mi hija, pero todos aquí sabemos que no podrá recoger todo ella sola. Roger hijo, ¿podrías ayudarla?" El chico se sobresalta, pero contento de tener una escusa por seguirla, se pone en pie y casi corre por el pasillo.

Alina está frente a su cama, dando la espalda a la puerta. Está mirando la pared donde hay cientos de fotos polaroid colgadas. Aún no tiene el corazón de quitarlas. La mayoría son de Mary, sus hermanas, y muchísimas de los chicos y Roger.

Roger entra a sus espaldas en silencio. Hace mucho tiempo que no sube a su habitación. Ve casi todo en cajas y como observa la pared llena de fotos. Se acerca al tocadiscos que es de las pocas cosas que aún están en su sitio, y pone de nuevo el vinilo que ya estaba colocado. Empieza a sonar Hello, Goodbye de los beatles y rueda los ojos. Su pequeña obsesión

Alina no se vuelve. Sabe quién es.

"Aquel día bebiste tanto que me tiraste la cerveza encima" Por encima de su hombro ven una de las fotos. Son Alina y Roger en la furgoneta, amos sentados mientras los demás intentaban recoger todo después del concierto en el pub. Ambos sonriendo con sus cabezas pegadas.

"No bebí tanto"

No, pero bebiste. Te sentó bastante mal."

"Fue tu culpa" con una sonrisa triste se vuelve a mirarlo y le da con el dedo índice en el pecho.

"Yo solo te di a probar, no para que te quedases la bebida y te emborrachases. Descarada" Se ríe un poco. Tiene razón. Durante semanas se burló de tener que llevarla a su casa borracha y tener que llamar a Mary para que llamase a sus padres y diría que dormiría con ella esa noche. Tampoco se olvida de que hubo un chantaje para que fuese a conocer a su madre con ese momento.

"Me ha dicho tu madre que te ayude. No confía en que seas capaz de hacerlo tú sola"

"Me conoce bien" Vuelve otra vez su vista a las cajas. "Quizá puedas meter lo que haya en mi cómoda en una caja."

Alina toma una de las cajas y abre el armario. Suspira pero empieza a sacar la ropa y doblarla.

"Tenías razón. El otro día." Roger abre el primer cajón mientras se sienta en la cama. "Fui un hijo de puta"

"No quise decir eso" Ambos evitan mirarse y poco a poco llenan cajas de sus pertenencias.

"Lo hiciste. Y me comporté como un cabrón así que no te lo tengo en cuenta." Piensa que debería pedir perdón pero no lo hace.

"Está bien."

Roger encuentra en el cajón la vieja libreta que le regaló en aquellas navidades. Sonríe y abre la abre. Pero está vacía. Frunce el ceño.

"¿No la has usado?" Está bastante ofendido.

Alina se gira confundida. Cuando ve la libreta suspira.

"No sabía para que usarla. Estoy esperando a una buena idea."

Mete la libreta en la caja que lleva un "Imprescindible" escrito a rotulador. Se ríe negando con la cabeza.

"¿Sabes lo que significa imprescindible? Ahí debería de ir mis tarjetas, datos médicos y esa clase de cosas."

"Mi libreta es imprescindible." Niega con la cabeza y sigue sacando ropa del armario. Sabe que da igual que cajas lleve hoy, porque todo está mal repartido, y no le importa. Roger es un desastre.

"¿Tus vinilos y casettes?" pregunta viendo sus baldas.

"Esos a la caja de música. Creo que está al lado de la puerta."

Poco a poco saca todos los vinilos y los casettes. La mayoría son de queen, de los beatles, abba y algunos grupos de rock, seguramente regalos de su padre. También hay algunos de algún grupo indie que sin duda sería regalos de Blaine. Pero reconoce uno. Es un casette sin foto ni pegatina. Lo reconoce porque es el que él la regaló en navidad. Sin que se de cuenta lo mete en la caja de imprescindible.

En ese momento se acuerda de algo

"Alina" la última vez que la llamó así estaban discutiendo y la forma en la que lo dijo le paró el corazón. Pero ahora era suave, como un susurro. "Tengo algo para ti"

Ambos se sientan en la cama, mientras Roger saca algo del bolsillo de su pantalón. "Brian el otro día lo encontró en mi coche y creo que rodó los ojos tan fuerte que casi se le quedan mirando hacia la nuca." Deja una cinta casette en sus manos. Es su cinta. La que llevaba a todas partes.

"Pensé que la habías perdido" Hacía años que la puso en la vieja furgoneta y se la olvidó allí. Cometió el error de decírselo a Roger y este se la quedó. Estuvo meses suplicando por su cinta y él siempre respondía "Si tanto la quieres no la andarías olvidando por ahí. Ahora tiene nuevo dueño", o "Si la quieres, gánatela"

"¿Cómo podría perderla?" Frunce el ceño. "Simplemente la he mantenido a salvo." No quiere admitir que alguna vez la ha escuchado en su coche y ha cantado Here comes the sun con una sonrisa. "Pero te pertenece."

"No que va. Es tuya. Tu lo dijiste, ahora tiene dueño" Alina devuelve la cinta a sus manos. "Además no la necesito, hace siglos que no la escucho."

"Oh, deberías. Mejora con el tiempo."

Alina niega con la cabeza con una sonrisa.

"Quédatela. Además ya no la necesito. Ahora Blaine es quién te lleva en el coche así que..."

"¿Estás dando por hecho que no me llevarás nunca más en tu coche?"

"Bueno... No lo sé" No sabe que responder. Si fuese por él se la llevaría ahora mismo lejos de ahí. Pero no pueden.

De fondo cambia la música del tocadiscos. I want to hold your hand. Y ambos recuerdan aquella tarde en la tienda. No se mueven, saben que deberían seguir empacando, pero ninguno tiene las ganas.

"Te echaré de menos" Roger se vuelve a ver a la chica cuando habla. "Ahora que sois famosos y eso, será todo más difícil. Os espera una vida divertida y algo loca."

"Si. Supongo" Si por el fuera, elegiría esta vida mil veces.

"Os espera la mejor parte"

"A ti también" Roger dice automáticamente, casi sin pensar. "Oye" Toma una de sus manos entre las suyas. "Sé que estás dando un paso enorme mudándote y Blaine es un buen tio aunque sea un poco imbécil... Pero quiero que me escuches algo."

Por primera vez Alina le escucha. Sin peros.

"A ti también te espera la mejor parte. Eres jóven, Miss dancing queen. Y quiero que salgas. La vida ahí fuera es maravillosa. Quiero que conozcas gente, que bailes hasta no sentir los pies, que cantes hasta quedarte afónica. Que cantes tu canción favorita y beses a un extraño en un pub. Siempre he ido de un palo al otro pensando que era jóven, y no me arrepiento de nada. Quiero que tú también vivas esa vida, Alina. Sin ataduras. Que corras los riesgos. Y cuando tengas que comprometerte con alguien lo hagas. Pero después de vivir todo lo que puedas. Esto es todo lo que puedo desear a alguien a quién quiero muchísimo." Sus ojos no se apartan de los suyos, y puede notar las lágrimas de Alina en ellos. "Quiero que cuando seamos viejos podamos recordar las mejores partes de nuestra vida y podamos decir que disfrutamos todo lo posible."

Recuerda sus palabras tiempo atrás. "En todos los momentos más felices de mi vida tu estás en ellos" y ahora sabe que él también está en los suyos.

"Quizá por eso me enfadé tanto aquel día." Roger mete un mechón de pelo detrás de su oreja. "Quería que vivieses la vida al máximo. Y que no te conformes con menos de lo que crees merecer." Sabe que está entrando de nuevo en terreno pantanoso, así que pisa con pies de plomo sobre sus próximas palabras. "Solo... No quiero que te conformes con alguien que te trata como un Seat 127 cuando eres un Dodge Challenger"

Llegados a ese punto, Alina consigue retener las lágrimas, y con confusión lo mira.

"¿Me estás comparando con un coche?" No sabe si reír o llorar cuando Roger responde serio y con toda la sinceridad del mundo.

"Bueno... I'm in love with my car" Una sonrisa escapa de sus labios antes de abrazarla.

CONTINUACIÓN

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good news all around [ben hardy x reader]

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pairing[s]: ben hardy x reader

warning[s]: pregnancy (not sure if that’s a warning, but i am putting it out there just in case)

word count: 1.4k

prompt[s]: “well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day” from this list.

summary: ben’s has come home and told you some big news. well, you have even bigger news for him.

author’s notes: alright, so wow. i haven’t posted a fic in well, in forever. this one has been waiting in my drafts to get edited, which i have now finally gotten around to. so yea, here we go! i do not know the process that is involved in how actors get gigs, when they can read a whole script, etc. so, i apologize for any errors in that department. also, in this fic, the reader and ben have been together since before Bohemian Rhapsody. this is my first ben hardy fic. crossing my fingers that you guys like it. if you do, comments/reblogs/likes are greatly appreciated. thanks for reading. all mistakes are my own. sending you all my love during this time!! ❤️

“Babe?”

“Bedroom!” You yelled back, smiling to yourself as stood in the doorway of your ensuite, eyes staring down at the two tests in your hand. Two pink lines. Positive. Pregnant. You couldn’t help the excitement that was flooding your veins, and settling into your bones.

You and Ben had been trying (as in “going at it practically every night — and day — the two of you could spare” trying) for almost eight months. You’d already taken 2 tests, with no positive in sight. So, though you hoped that this test wouldn’t be negative, you braced yourself the possibility. But this time, it was different. This time, after you’d taken the test and waited the allotted time, there were two lines. Two lines. Pregnant. Immediately, you took the second test you’d bought (just in case), and got the same result — positive. You were finally pregnant.

“Babe?” You quickly tossed the test on the counter next to the other one and stepped out of the ensuite to find a frazzled looking Ben standing in the doorway of your bedroom. There was a grin a mile wide on his face, and his hair, which was always perfectly styled when he left the house, was in disarray. His blue eyes were sparkling with glee, and you could practically feel him buzzing with excitement across the room. For a split second, you wondered if he somehow knew your news, but that was ridiculous. There was no way Ben could know.

“Ben, what’s going—”

“I got it.” You furrowed your brows in confusion. “I got the gig!”

It took another second before you finally realized what he was taking about. “You mean—”

You didn’t think Ben’s grin could get bigger or brighter, but some how it did. “Yep, that’s the one!”

The one — the World War II film that was to be directed by Steven Spielberg. Ben had been talking about it for what seemed like forever. He had spent hours pouring over the script once he’d gotten it, practically memorized it — even the parts that weren’t his — backwards and forwards. Though, Ben always enjoyed the roles he had gotten, you hadn’t seen him this jazzed about a project since Bohemian Rhapsody. Hell, he wanted this so bad that you could almost taste it, so to speak. And now, he’d gotten it. He’d gotten it.

You felt your face light up in joy for the second time in the last twenty minutes. “You got it?”

Ben nodded so rapidly you thought he was gonna break his neck. “Got the call right before I pulled in. Can you believe it?” he said, laughter escaping his lips.

“Of course I can!” you exclaimed and bolted toward him, engulfing him in your arms the moment you were close enough, and burying your face in his broad chest. You felt and heard a small chuckle escape his lips as his arm encircled your waist and squeezed, holding you almost as tight as you were holding him. You squeezed a little more. “You’re amazing, Ben,” you said, voice slightly muffled by his chest. You pulled away, and looked at Ben, both of you still smiling. “You worked so hard for this, babe. I’m just—” you stopped. You released your hold on Ben’s midsection, only to reach out and grab his face with both hands. “God, I’m just so fucking proud of you,” you said before easing yourself up on your tip toes and capture Ben’s lips in a searing kiss. Ben easily returned the kiss. For a few moments, you were lost in each other, before finally, you pulled away, and lowered yourself to your original height. You flashed him a wicked grin. “Well, that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”

Ben’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Second biggest?” You nodded, letting your hands fall from Ben’s face to his chest. You gave him a gently push and tried to step away. You didn’t get far, but Ben seemed to get the hint and unwrapped his arms from around your waist. “What are you talking about?”

You said nothing, just continued to grin as you took two steps away from him. Ben mirrored your movement, moving forward two steps. “Love, what are you—”

“Just—” you started, but stopped. Instead, you held up held up a finger, signaling for him to give you a minute as you took another step back. Ben said nothing. Immediately, you turned on your heel, and made a beeline toward the bathroom. You blindly grabbed for one of the tests, and whipped it behind your back before stepping back into the bedroom. Ben still looked adorably confused as you came to stand a foot away from him.

“Babe—”

You brandished the test from behind your back and held it in front of him. Ben’s eyes moved from your face to the test. You watched, still grinning like a fool, as his eyes focused on the test. A few seconds ticked by before his blue eyes widened. A look of shock and awe appeared on his face, before his eyes focused back on you.

“You’re—”

You nodded your head rapidly, your eyes never leaving Ben’s. “We’re gonna have a baby,” you said, excitement laced through every word.

Ben grinned. “We’re gonna have baby!” There was a momentary pause before you were engulfed in his strong arms and hoisted off the ground.

“Benjamin!” you squealed in surprise, test clattering to the floor as you quickly grabbed on to his shoulders. Ben said nothing, spinning you around instead as he laughed. You couldn’t help but laugh with him as he spun you not once, but twice, before coming to a halt. Yours and Ben’s laughter had died down, but as you looked down at Ben, you could see the unbridled joy in his bright blue eyes. You could even see them shimmering with unshed tears. You felt tears of your own prickling at the back of your eyes.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” he repeated, his voice soft, but still filled with awe.

You nodded. Gently, Ben set you down, and unwrapped his arms from around your waist, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he stepped closer, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. A happy little sigh escaped Ben’s lips as his eyes fell closed. You followed suit. “I’m gonna be a dad,” he said, barely above a whisper. “And you’re gonna be a mum.” A pause. “We’re gonna be parents.”

You felt yourself smiling. “I like the sound of that,” you said, your voice equally as quiet.

Another moment of silence passed.

“Shit,” Ben cursed, breaking you out of the moment. Your eyes flew open as Ben pulled away from you. You could see panic in his eyes, and you wondered, was he already regretting this? The two of you had planned, and agreed, but was he already changing his tune? Your heart plummeted into your stomach.

“Ben—”

“What about the gig? It starts in a two months, and we’re gonna be shooting for at least three months—”

You felt a relief was over you, your worst fear being vanquished. “Ben,” you said softly, reaching out and laying a hand on his chest, over his heart. His blue eyes looked at you, still a little too wild for your taste. “Ben, sweetheart,” you said again, trying to pull his full attention to you as you rested one hand on his cheek. “We’ll figure it out.”

“But I—”

“We’ll figure it out,” you repeated softly, but sternly, determined. “We have some time to figure it, and we will. Let’s just, enjoy the moment, alright?”

“What if I miss something. What if I’m not there—”

“Benjamin Jones.” You put your hands on your hips and gave him a hard stare. “If you don’t stop talking right this second, I will throw you out of this house. Pregnant or not, I will do it.”

Ben opened his mouth. “I—”

You raised an eyebrow, your eyes daring him to keep going. There was a brief pause, Ben’s mouth hanging open, before he slowly let it close. You smiled triumphantly, and let your hands fall from your hips. “Good. Now that that’s settled.” A sly smile appeared on you lips. “Let’s go and clean that spare bedroom, shall we?”

“The spare bedroom?”

“Well, we need a nursery, don’t we?” You asked, as if it should be obvious, and turned on your heel.

“That place is a mess, love!”

“I know,” you replied back, your voice a little higher pitched, a little sing-song even.

“Babe!” Silence. “You said we had time!”

#ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #ben hardy imagine #bohemian rhapsody imagine #borhap cast imagine #my writing

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Illicit Affairs | chapter 4

Joe Mazzello x Reader

summary-Y/N, a failing actress in New York City, is offered an internship as Joe Mazzello’s assistant on the set of a movie. Her seemingly small crush on her boss could get her into trouble, but what does she have to lose?

word count- 6.1k (i got a little carried away)

warnings- smut, unprotected sex, all that stuff. (by reading on you’re confirming that you’re 18+😳)

a/n- i promise this last week and i’m just now posting it and i’m SO SORRY. pls let me know what you think!

based on illicit affairs by taylor swift

September turned over to October, bringing cold weather and days that slowly became shorter. You were done trying to stop your feelings for Joe, there was no stopping how you tirelessly obsessed over him. It made it worse that it almost, almost felt like he was reciprocating. But still, not quite.

Joe finally started lightening up on scheduling, giving everyone a few days off every now and then and not having extremely early call times. This meant you weren’t leaving the apartment at 6 in the morning and coming back at 8 anymore, leaving time for you to be around your roommates. Now, did you want that time? Not exactly.

Cameron had hardly spoken two words to you since everything that happened the previous month, leaving an awkward tension always hanging around the apartment. One morning, the sky completely gray, leaving the city shakingly cold, Cameron walked into the kitchen while you stood on the phone as you poured coffee.

You were talking to Julia, who had called you to ask if you had any time to do some of her busy work for her, which you weren’t necessarily sure if you did, but you agreed to anyway. The phone call ended with her making some Fleetwood Mac reference that you didn’t understand, but you laughed either way. You hung up and set your phone down as you slowly stirred your coffee, Cameron sitting on a stool on the other side of the counter.

“Was that the director?” She asked softly.

You looked up, slightly stunned. “Um, no. Producer.” You answered.

She furrowed her eyebrows. “What does he want?”

“She just has some things that she needs me to do today.” You said. It was weird that she all of the sudden was trying to talk to you.

“So you like working on the movie then?” She asked.

You blinked. Was she trying to actually talk to you? “Yeah, I love it. I think it’s great.”

She nodded. “You think the movie’s gonna be good?”

You could’ve smiled. This was the first conversation the two of you had in weeks. You had to admit, you missed your best friend. “Yeah, actually it looks really good. I’m excited for it.”

You pulled another mug from the cupboard and poured the rest of the coffee you had made into it, sliding it across the counter to her. She accepted it, picking it up to wrap her hands around it.

“I’m sorry that I got so mad.” She said, looking into her mug. It was a little late for an apology, but still, you accepted.

“It’s okay. You were upset.” You shrugged.

She nodded and took a long sip from her coffee, still never looking up to meet your eyes.

“So can we stop being weird now? I miss how things were.” You said, setting your own mug on the counter.

She laughed slightly. “Yes. I was hoping we could stop doing this.” She smiled.

You sighed in relief and finally, things were normal. How they were supposed to be. Things felt more in place than ever as you went to set that day. Today was supposedly going to be very easy, but you had a sneaking suspicion that you were going to be there rather late.

Just as you had suspected, before you knew it, the sky was turning dark. Joe finally called it a day at 8, much to everyone’s relief.

“Go get some sleep, kid.” He hit the back of your head with his clipboard playfully.

“First off, ow.” You laughed, holding your hand to the back of your head.

“Have a good night, Mr. Mazzello.” Beck spoke as he pulled his jacket on.

“You too, Mr. Beck.” He saluted him.

A loud sigh escaped your lips as you wistfully watched him walk away. Why did he have to be so nice to you?

Something you had noticed was how close this cast and crew was. You weren’t as involved in that closeness as you would have liked to be, but you figured it was because you were much younger than all of them, and you were just about at the bottom of the food chain in terms of power.

You saw a few cast members congregating near Joe, so you decided that you weren't going to interrupt to tell Joe goodbye, you figured you could just text him something about heading out instead.

A little ways away from you, Joe saw you waving bye to a few people and his heart sunk. Before thinking, he cut off one of the actors who was talking. “Hey, do you care if I invite Y/N?”

A few people turned around to look in your direction, luckily you had your back turned to them.

“The intern?” One of them asked.

Joe quickly realized how desperate he must have sounded asking like that. “Yeah,” He said, shrugging, “She’s nice, I think you guys would like her.”

He wasn’t lying about that. He knew everyone would like you, and you were nice. But he wanted to invite you because he desperately wanted to spend more time around you, specifically outside of work.

They all agreed, and the conversation moved forward about the bar that they were going to that night. Joe excused himself and jogged over to you, right as you were about to leave.

You saw him coming out of the corner of your eye and you turned in his direction, smiling. “Hey, I was just about to go.”

Disregarding what you said, he asked, “Me and a few people from the cast are going out for drinks, do you wanna come?”

“Tonight?” You responded, a bit taken back. You were a little too excited to be receiving this offer, but you tried your hardest to conceal the smile that was already on your face.

“Yeah.” He said, “I think we’re just gonna uber there in like 20 minutes.”

You weren’t used to receiving invitations like this, especially since you left college. “Oh.” You said, trying not to sound like a complete spaz.

“So if you wanna stick around, I can tell you when we’re leaving?” He said, his hands in his pockets as he rocked onto his toes.

“Yeah, sure.” You smiled, wringing your hands together.

He nodded and looked at the ground. He could hardly believe the way he was acting right now, it reminded him of high school. He was acting like a complete idiot, all because of you. All because of that stupid smile on your face.

“Oh,” he remembered, “and don’t tell Beck. He’s not invited.” He winked before walking away. He really shouldn’t be picking favorites like this, but how could he help it when one of you was a stuck up asshole and the other one was as sweet as you were?

Regardless, you were glad he liked you. It gave you some sort of validation for your feelings, even though deep down, you knew that your crush on him was hopeless.

When you showed up to the bar, it was freezing outside, yet incredibly warm inside. By the time you were shedding your jacket, which was only seconds after sitting down, Joe had ordered shots for everyone, saying that you had to take them in honor of the 12 hour day you had just worked. There were about 11 or 12 of you, spread out between a few booths. The bar wasn’t terribly busy, taken that it was a Wednesday night, but still, this was New York City, so places were always bustling. You were sat by Julia and a few of the other girls, subconsciously clinging to Julias presence like she was your mom. You got talking with a few of them, all of them remarkably talkative. The girl across from you, Charlotte, who was probably the closest to your age out of everyone, began talking to you about the internship.

After you explained the whole situation about how you got the internship, conveniently leaving out the part about Cameron, you were about to ask her about how she had got casted, but she spoke first. “You know, everyone loves you. No offense if he’s your friend, but I think I speak for everyone when I say we prefer you over Beck.”

“Oh, god, he’s not my friend.” You laughed. “He hates me.”

“Oh my god,” Her eyes lit up “He hates me too! I’m always like, dude, you need to calm the fuck down.” She said, picking up her drink to take a sip.

“Me too! He always says I’m unprofessional.” You frowned.

“I think he has some personal issues he needs to sort out.” She said.

“Mommy issues.” Julia piped up before finishing off her glass.

The three of you laughed, the attention shifting swiftly over to the girl sitting next to Charlotte, Lola, who was whispering something in her ear.

“Oh, god, Lola, don’t be gross.” She groaned.

Lola pulled away and grabbed her drink off the table then looked back at Charlotte. “Wish me luck.” She smiled.

You tilted your head slightly as she stood up from the table, walking slowly over to the bar. Wondering what she needed luck for, you tried not to stare as she approached the bar. You didn’t pay any mind to Joe, who was standing next to her, until she began to talk to him.

Your face flushed as you realized what she was doing. She was trying to flirt with Joe. It wasn’t until you looked back at the table until you realized that Charlotte and Julia were both looking at her, too.

Julia looked back and you exchanged a glance. “Is she...?”

“Trying to sleep with Joe? Yes.” Charlotte said, looking slightly disgusted.

You didn’t say anything as you looked into your drink, swirling the glass around as you contemplated your defeat. She was at least 7 or 8 years older than you, much closer to Joe’s age, an established actress, and much more in his league. All at once, you began to realize how stupid you were for ever thinking you and Joe had something between you.

“She could get into big trouble for that.” Julia chided. “It’s in the contract that all of you signed. No relationships.”

“Does fucking count as a relationship?” Charlotte set her chin in her palm.

Julia chuckled. “No, I guess not, if it’s not ongoing.”

“Ah, then she has a chance.” Charlotte said, all three of you turning your attention back to the two of them.

Over at the bar, Joe's mind was scrambling. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what Lola was doing. He’d seen it a million times. He wanted to be nice, but he wanted to cut this off before it went any further and he had to reject her. He had been waiting for the right moment to approach you without making it seem like he was hitting on you. He genuinely just wanted to talk to you.

But, as the minutes passed, Lola was not taking any hints. She continued to talk, continued to touch his arm playfully, even though Joe was reciprocating none of it.

Julia ended up leaving within the next 30 minutes, saying something about how her partying days were far behind her. You and Charlotte stayed at the table, ordering drink after drink, giggling as you talked about your past relationships, it almost made you forget about what was going on across the room.

“I have you beat on the worst breakup.” She laughed. “A guy once broke up with me after I flew across the country to see him. On my birthday.”

You gasped dramatically. “No.”

“Yes.” She laughed. “Arguably the worst day of my life.”

The two of you sat, giggly and tipsy, for a few quiet moments. “Why didn’t I know you were so fun?” She asked “I feel like we’ve hardly ever talked before and we’re around each other everyday.”

You sighed. “I don’t know. I just feel like a bit of an outsider because I’m so much younger than everyone.” You opened up. If you didn’t have any alcohol in your system, you would have never said this to her.

“Aw,” She frowned “Like I said, Y/N, we all love you. Everyone always mentions how sweet you are.”

“Really?” You smiled.

‘Yes, really. Especially Joe. He never shuts up about you.” She said.

You looked into her dark eyes and tilted your head. “What? Really?” Your heart could’ve jumped out of your chest.

“Yeah, he’s always like ‘Oh, I’m gonna wait up for Y/N. Have you seen Y/N yet today? Y/N this, Y/N that” She imitated him, her hands waving around as she did a horrible impression of his voice.

You laughed a little, your smile never faltered. Was she telling the truth? Did he talk about you so much that she had noticed it?

You finally remembered the whole Lola thing, your eyes glancing over the bar. Now they were sitting down, she was leaning over to him, talking, as he took a drink. You sighed and looked back at Charlotte, who was downing the rest of her third or fourth drink.

“I should probably go pull her off of him.” She sighed, her eyes following yours over to the bar. “She’s drunk as fuck, she needs to go home and maybe try again when she’s not wasted.”

She gave you a pat on the head, making you smile, as she stood up. “I’ll see you on Saturday.” She said, giving your head one last pat before walking over to the bar. You watched as she came up behind Lola, resting her hand on her back and giving her a soft smile as she spoke to her. It was obvious that Lola was resisting, but Charlotte was persistent, and she eventually hopped off of her chair and followed her. The two of them waved to you as they walked out of the bar, you gave them a quick grin and waved back. You almost sighed in relief. You had finally made some friends.

Joe was now sitting by himself at the bar, and you alone at the table. As long as you didn’t try anything like Lola did, you didn’t think it would be weird if you went and sat by him. Maybe that was the alcohol talking, but you still got up and walked over to him, pulling the stool out to sit down next to him.

When he had originally heard the stool next to him move, he thought it was just another girl trying to talk to him, and he almost let out an exasperated sigh. But it wasn’t just another girl. It was you. Instead, he sighed in relief.

“Hey, kid.” He said, taking a drink from his beer.

“Hi.” You said, scooting the chair in.

“You have fun?” He asked, setting his beer down to turn to you.

“Mhm.” You nodded. “Charlotte’s so nice.”

“Good.” He gave you a closed mouth smile. “I’m glad.”

You realized that you had left your drink back at the table when you all of the sudden had nothing to do with your hands. Joe must have noticed at the same time, because just as you were about to order something, he beat you to it.

“Can we get two shots of fireball?” He asked.

“Oh god.” You set your face in your palm.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to drink it.” He said.

“What, you’re going to take both to try and impress me?” You giggled, setting your forearms on the counter.

He shook his head with a small laugh as the bartender handed them over. He set one in front of you and one in front of him.

“Okay.” He started. “Truth or drink.”

“Oh,” You smiled “I can do that.”

“Ladies first.” He smirked, crossing his arms as he looked at you. It almost felt like he was taunting you, his arms almost making you drool as they stretched out his shirt.

You smirked back. Only thinking for a quick moment, you knew what you wanted to ask. “When’s the last time you slept with someone?” You asked, a cocky look on your face. Even if you were crossing a line by asking that, you could hardly care. It felt hotter than it did when you had first gotten there, but that could be coming from the warm feeling in your cheeks from the alcohol. Or because you were blushing. He wasn’t going to answer something like that to you.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the shot. “Last month?” He estimated. You were a little bit shocked that he answered, and that he didn’t hesitate to do so.

Your eyebrows must have been raised or your eyes must have been wide, because he asked, “What? Did you think I was gonna say 3 years ago?”

“What? No,” You laughed “I just… who?” You asked, almost out of instinct. Almost out of jealousy.

“Nope. Not your turn.” He shook his head. He leaned closer to you, prompting you to lean closer to him. “If you had to have sex with one guy in this bar, right now, who would it be?” He said, his voice low, even though no one around would be able to hear anyways over the buzz of the crowd.

You hummed in thought, turning away from him to look around you. “I think…” You started, turning back to lean forward into him “the bartender down at the other end is cute enough?” You lied.

Joe’s jaw clenched. He didn’t know what he expected, but he couldn’t help but be disappointed. Before he could respond, you cleared your throat, unbeknownst to him that you had noticed his reaction.

“My turn.” You smiled. You went back and forth for a little while longer, desperately trying to ask a question to get the other person to drink, but nothing worked. The bar was loud, there were lots of people around, but still, you could only see each other. You could only feel the way his shoulder was rubbing against yours, you could only smell the whiskey on his breath and you could only think about how much you wanted him right now.

A few rounds later, it was Joe’s turn. He could feel the heat radiating from your face, and he thought your top was ridiculously low cut. Especially when you leaned over the bar. The way your knee would bump his was driving him crazy. It prompted him to come up with this question.

“What’s the oldest you’d be willing to sleep with?” He said, his expression straight and serious.

You reached to rub the back of your neck under your hair as you thought. Your heart began to quicken as you thought of all of the possible responses, until you finally settled on what happened to be one of the most risky answers. “Well,” You began, subconsciously leaning in so you were closer to his face, “How old are you?”

His jaw clenched again, but this time, not out of anger or jealousy. Out of lust and pent up desire. “Oh,” He said, his hand which was already brushing your knee moved from his leg to ghost over the top of yours. “Is that how it is?” His hand came to rest on your thigh, and he slid it so it was just slightly underneath your skirt on the inside of your thigh.

“Joe,” You breathed, closing your eyes as you clenched your thighs, trapping his fingertips.

“Yes?” He spoke softly into your ear, his voice low and sharp.

“Please.” You pouted, still not opening your eyes. His hand was warm on your inner thigh, but not as hot as the heat radiating from under your panties, which you thought Joe could for sure feel.

Just like that, he ripped his hand away from you, earning a whine from your lips as you leaned your head back. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, your eyes watched his hands intently. He pulled out a 50 and tossed it onto the bar, then stood up. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you off your chair. “Let’s go.” He grumbled, lightening his grip on your wrist to let his hand slide into yours. He practically pulled you out of the bar, and even though it was a cool fall night outside, you were still burning up.

He hailed a cab quickly as your head spun by how quickly things had turned. Even though both of you were as horny as you had ever been before, he still opened the taxi door for you. You climbed in, settling in the seat on the opposite side of the door before Joe climbed in, telling the driver his address quickly before moving to the middle seat to immediately grab your inner thigh roughly. Your hand wrapped around his bicep, you squeezed his arm to try and distract yourself from the wetness pooling in your underwear. His grip was deathly and his breathing was harsh as the two of you sat in heated silence. You had to physically try to stop yourself from making any further moves on him, opting to rest your forehead on his shoulder. In a moment of sweetness rather than lust, Joe kissed the top of your head lighty. Although the moment did make your heart melt, you still couldn’t focus on anything other than how badly you needed him.

“How far are we from your apartment?” You lifted your head up to whisper.

“Like 2 minutes.” He said. You let out a low, short groan.

“I know, baby.” He whispered.

You had decided that this had been the longest two minutes of your life. Between the way Joe’s legs kept twitching, to how his hand was slowly moving up your thigh, riding your skirt up, you were almost on the verge of tears by the time you pulled up to Joe’s apartment. He handed the driver some money, mumbling something about keeping the change as the two of you climbed out.

He grabbed your hand and you both tried not to sprint into the apartment building. The elevator ride was almost as excruciating as the taxi. You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other, his hand moving from the small of your back to squeeze your ass, earning a sharp breath in from you.

He fumbled with the key as he tried to unlock his door as quickly as possible. As if you could get anymore impatient, you were 2 seconds away from ripping the key out of his hands and doing it yourself when he finally opened the door, grabbing you by the fabric of your shirt and pulling you inside. It was pitch black, the only light coming from the city lights outside the windows. Using the grip he had on your shirt to turn you towards him, he pulled you into him. He kissed you messily, slowly backing you up until your back hit the door. It was a mess of clashing teeth and tongue as you desperately kissed each other, all of the pent up desire coming out all at once. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you stood on your toes to kiss him, his hands moving from your hips to your ass. He slid one of his hands down to the underside of your thigh, lifting your leg up so your knee was at his side. He growled into your mouth and you could only manage a whimper, your mind scrambling for a single coherent thought. He lifted his leg slightly to rub against your core, his jeans creating a rough texture. Instinctually, you grinded against his thigh, but your movements were limited as he had you pinned against the door.

He broke away, moving his lips to bite your earlobe. You let out an exhausted moan, dipping your head back to hit the wooden door behind you. He lifted his leg higher at this, almost lifting you off your feet by your core.

“Joe” You sobbed, your fingers pulling at his hair. You felt him smile against your neck.

He moved his head back up to kiss you again, this time his hands on both sides of your face. This kiss was slower, but just as passionate. He pulled you to the bedroom, not bothering to turn on any lights on his way there, opting to find his way in the dark. You already noticed that he had a habit of pulling you by the fabric of your shirt. Something you could definitely get used to.

Once you did make it to the bedroom, he wasted no time pushing you backwards onto the bed. Your back bounced against the mattress and you sat up on your elbows as he crawled on top of you, meeting your lips again. He grabbed both of your hands and held them for a second, then slowly moved them so they were pinned above your head. His grip wasn’t tight, but it was enough to keep you in place.

He pulled away to hover inches above your face, both of you panting. “I’m gonna ask you this, and I’m only going to ask you this once.” He said darkly, his voice overcome by lust.

You nodded eagerly, yet still staying silent.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked deeply.

You nearly moaned at the tone of his voice.

“Need to hear you say it, baby.” He growled.

“Yes” You cried, begging him to do something.

That must have been a tipping point for him, because he let go of your wrists and tugged at the hem of your skirt, pulling it along with your underwear down and off of your legs. He tossed them to the ground and grabbed you by both of your thighs, lowering himself so his head was in between them.

He groaned as he looked at you, his grip slightly lightening as he admired how wet you already were. He placed a kiss to your lower thigh, looking back up at you. You were splayed out on his bed, your hair hanging in your face, your chest heaving. A sight he could get used to.

From there, he wasted no time diving in between your legs, licking your clit as he wrapped his arms tightly around your thighs, moving your legs so they were over his shoulders.

Your head was spinning as you slammed it back against a pillow on the unmade bed. You were hardly processing what was going on, your vision was blurry and your thoughts all bled together, the only thing you could feel was Joe.

You writhed underneath his touch, bucking your hips. His large hands laid over your stomach, holding you down. “Sit still.” He mumbled against you, the rumble of his voice pulsing through your entire body. You tried to still your hips, unable to stop them from twitching from pleasure.

His fingertips dug into your thighs as he began holding you tighter and tighter. He only ever touched your clit, only using his tongue, but it was more than enough for you. One of your hands was tangled in his hair, and the other was holding onto the pillow under your head. In the distance, but still at an embarrassingly fast rate, you could feel your orgasm coming on.

He must have sensed that you were close, or took a hint from the way you swirled your hips and pulled at his hair, because he smirked against you, then immediately pulled his head away.

“Joe” You whined, your grip on his hair loosening quickly.

He shook his head lightly, climbing back on top of you. He put his hands on either side of your head, and admired you under him for a second, even though you looked slightly disappointed. He leaned down to kiss you slowly, taking the feeling in.

As much as he would love to bask in that feeling and kiss you for the rest of eternity, he didn’t know how much longer he could take not fucking you. He pulled your shirt over your head without warning, leaving you in nothing but your bra.

Deciding that the ratio of clothes-taken-off was uneven, you reached for his belt buckle, grabbing him by the back of the neck with your other hand to pull him back down to kiss you. You fumbled with his belt buckle, trying to figure it out how to get it undone with your eyes closed.

Joe sighed into your mouth, pushing your hands away from his belt to do it himself. You giggled slightly, causing him to try and suppress a grin as you kissed. He took his belt off and you heard it hit the hardwood floor, followed by the sound of his pants unzipping. The thought of what you were about to get nearly made your eyes roll back in your head, the wetness spread across your inner thighs only growing.

You pulled the hem of his shirt up, breaking away from the kiss for only a second to allow him to pull it over his head, disregarding it with the rest of your clothes on the floor. Your fingers danced along the waist of his pants for a moment, then you slipped your hand inside. Joe was an extremely smooth kisser, but his rhythm was interrupted when you cupped him over his underwear, making him stifle his movements. You smirked and held him slightly tighter, making his arms nearly buckle as he groaned into you.

He let your little power trip last for a few more seconds before he grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away from him. He grabbed your other wrist with the same hand and then held your hands over your head. He let go, but you held your hands where they were as he pulled his pants and boxers off.

Normally, in a situation like this, one you had been in times and times before, you would feel vulnerable. Laying naked on someone else’s bed while they undress, completely and utterly at their demand. But, for some reason, you felt safe and taken care of. You felt so secure in his touches as he set his hand on your thigh, moving himself to settle in between your legs.

He looked at you, your hands above your head as you looked back at him expectantly. He couldn’t help but pump himself a few times before finally lining himself up to your entrance. He reached up and set a hand by your head, the other holding his shaft. He stalled for a moment, taking time to look down at your pussy, sliding his tip up and down your slit.

You lifted your hips expecting him to push himself inside of you. “Please.” You whispered.

He looked back up at you, then leaned over you further, so his face was inches from yours. “Please what, baby?”

You reached up to set a hand on his broad shoulder which was flexed from holding himself up. “Please fuck me.” You begged.

He chuckled lightly. “Aw, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.” He smiled. He pushed himself into you, and months of tension suddenly came undone.

He bottomed out, and your grip on his shoulder moved down to dig your nails into his shoulder blade. You shut your eyes and pushed your head further back into his pillow. “Oh my fucking god.” You staggered.

Joe couldn’t find it in himself to move right away, basking in the feeling of filling you up. He had thought about this exact moment too many times to take it for granted.

You took the liberty to move your own hips in a circle, causing him to grunt into your ear. He pulled out nearly all the way, then moved back in slowly.

As much as he wanted to take his time with you, the girl he had been obsessed with for the last 3 months finally underneath him, he began to feel himself losing control. His pace quickened at an insane rate, making you want to cover your mouth to try and stifle the ungodly moans coming out of you.

He lowered his head into your neck as he moved his hips against yours, making you lean your head back to expose your whole neck to him.

You felt him bite you softly, making you yelp in surprise. Heart fluttering, your cheeks flushed as he kissed your neck harshly. He began to slam into you harder, moving your whole body with every thrust. Red marks began to form on his back where you had dug all of your nails into his lower back.

His pace only got rougher and rougher as time went on, only making things more and more passionate.

“Joe, oh my god, please don’t stop, please please please please.” You rambled out of bliss. The feeling of build-up from earlier made a return as he lifted himself up, his hands on either side of your head.

He grabbed your thigh and held it up close to his hip, trying to find a better angle for you, he could tell you were close. He realized he had gotten that angle when you yelled out his name, arching your back into him, your voice broken and raspy.

“You close baby?” He asked his tone unrecognizable from the one you normally knew.

“Yes” You cried, grabbing into his hair unintentionally.

He lifted your leg over his shoulder with a grunt, hitting an unimaginable spot. He grabbed your throat to force you to look at him and leaned over you, his nose nearly touching yours. “Come on, give it to me, Y/N.” He growled.

Your vision went white as your orgasm hit you. Your jaw dropped open as he watched you come undone around him. Your whole body pulsed as you gasped for air. He let you come down from your high, riding it out roughly until your eyes fluttered open again.

All at once, he pulled out of you and grabbed your ankle, yanking your leg off of his shoulder. He grabbed your hips and flipped you over onto your knees, then grabbed you by a fistful of your hair and pushed your head down into the mattress. He began slamming into you again, the aftershock of your orgasm not even close to being over yet. You couldn’t do anything but let the tears welling in your eyes spillover as you cried his name over and over.

He pounded into you, his teeth gritted as he pushed your head further down into the bed. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, especially not with you like this. He yanked your hair up and pulled you close to him so he could talk into your ear.

“Do you know,” He spat with gritted teeth “how long I’ve waited to fuck you like this?” He wrapped an arm around your body to rub circles on your clit, his other hand moving you grab you by the throat again. “Having to see you, every. Fucking. Day. And not being able to have you? I thought I was crazy, Y/N, crazy for wanting to do the things I wanted to do to you. Things like this. But now I can see,” He began losing control of his body, his rhythm slowing as he could feel himself about to come “the feeling was mutual.”

He came inside of you as your second orgasm hit you out of nowhere, causing you to topple over as his movements slowed, your cum mixing with his. You moaned breathing in and out as he slowly came to a stop. “I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.” He sighed.

“Fuck.” He breathed. You sniffed and let out one last sob before he pulled out, causing you to wince. The rest of your body collapsed onto the bed as you panted, trying to catch your breath. He fell onto the bed next to you, the only movement you were able to manage was moving your hands up to wipe the tears off of your face.

Joe reached over and held you by the hip, pulling you to face him. He wrapped an arm around you to splay a hand in between your shoulder blades and moved the other to cup your cheek. His eyes moved from your eyes to your cheek. He stroked his thumb across your face to wipe the tears from your cheeks, your eyes fluttered shut under his touch. “Are you okay?” He spoke softly.

“Mhm.” You hummed lightly. You pressed a hand against his chest and moved to set your forehead on his shoulder. He rolled onto his back and you laid your head against his chest as he wrapped his arms completely around you.

Neither of you said anything, the room silent as your breathing slowly synced together. Joe couldn’t wipe his stupid, blissful smile off of his face as he rubbed your back lightly.

You couldn’t think about anything other than his heartbeat under your ear. Not the contract you signed, not Lola or Beck, not how much money you had and not how Joe was your boss. You only thought about the heartbeat you heard and the boy who owned it.

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Hi! 💙 Could I get a prompt with Joe Mazzello, Quote [36], Smut[5], enemies to lover kinda drama? Thank you sm, ly 💕💙💕

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Quote [36]: “It’s so hard for me to hate you right now.”

Smut [5]: Sex in a public place

Plot requests: enemies to lovers

Warnings: SMUT under the cut! (please read it only if you’re 18+); unprotected sex [PLEASE ALWAYS BE SAFE FOLKS, LIFE ISN’T A FANFICTION], language then and there what’s new?, FLUFF at some point

Characters: Y/N & Joe Mazzello

Word count: 2.6K words

Written by: @deakyswhitequeen

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Mondays were the worst. Of all the seven days in a week, Mondays were definitely your least favourites. Not only cause it meant the weekend was over, but also because it meant you were required to share some regular screen time with the devil in the body of Joseph Mazzello.

You’d been working at that tv news program for like six months and every damn Monday morning you had to open the news with him. The super host. The man everyone loved and praised. The man who’d got every man’s dream job and who was every woman’s – and sometimes men’s – dream.

Everyone was at his feet. He’d always find the way to show off and somehow people loved him for that. He had a way with people and everybody wanted to be his friend.

You’d always hated that guy.

Since your first day as his co-host, when he’d mistaken you for an assistant and asked you to bring him his morning coffee. When you explained to him you didn’t work for him but with him, he’d asked you to call somebody and bring him his coffee instead.

You did. And when they handed you the coffee you accidentally spilled some on his notes, earning from him a few not-so-nice nicknames right away.

You could not care less. Laughter and whistles from all over the office boosted your ego. This could be fun… The perk of the situation was that nobody could say a thing: after all, it had only been an accident.

For the last six months it had always been bickering and cheap shots between the two of you and, even if it was kinda fun battling with him, you still hated the guy.

Like every Monday morning, that day you had arrived at the studio right on time and had the time to fetch a coffee and head into your friend Scott’s office to find the strength to face Mr Mazzello for the whole day.

“Honey, you are gonna wear yourself out if you keep on going with this battle thing… why don’t you just stop bothering about him?”

“Scott, you’re not listening to me…” you huffed, placing your empty cup on his desk, “I can’t back down… This’s been going for so long that he’ll just think he’s won!”

“And… would that be so bad?”

“Yes! He’s a jerk and he needs to be taught a lesson” you mindlessly straightened the wrinkles on your skirt “I just haven’t figured out what lesson will do it…”

You caught Scott raising both his eyebrows at the same time.

“What?” you asked

He shook his head “Nothing, nothing darling…”

You sat on the edge of his desk and crossed your arms on your chest, meaning you would not have left his office till he’d told you what he was thinking.

He scoffed “Alright, alright…” he looked at you n the eyes “But you promise me you won’t get angry.”

You traced a cross on your heart “Promise”.

He nodded “Seems like you’re a bit obsessed by the guy lately… I mean… you look like grade school kids teasing each other. Is there any chance – and please don’t hit me – that you might be into him?”

“WHAT?!” you immediately slapped his upper arm.

“Ow! I said don’t hit me!”

“Sorry… it’s just that your speaking nonsense… bullshit, if you will”

You’d lie to yourself if you said you’d never thought about that… but you had also always told yourself that it was definitely bullshit. The guy was your worst enemy. Nothing more, nothing less.

Scott chuckled and shook his head, “Whatever, Y/N, I was just wondering…”

You stared into each other’s eyes for half a second, before you cleared your throat and stood up.

“I have to go” you started, your voice calm and low “Thanks for bearing with my shits, Scott”

He smiled and winked, “I’m here for you, honey”

Walking out of his office, you headed to Clothes & Makeup to get ready for the show. You closed the door of the dressing room behind you and set on at the makeup stall to fix your hair.

“Cindy, I’ll need another shirt for this morning, that new assistant spilled coffee on my sleeve…” that voice was unmistakable.

“Well maybe you deserved it…” you promptly answered to the man approaching the makeup stall.

Joseph Mazzello in all his greatness.

He narrowed his eyes “No-one asked for your opinion, Miss Fix-My-Hair-Or-The-World-Might-End-Tonight…”

You scoffed “That nickname is almost as lame as you are… Oh no, wait, that’s not possible”

“Ouch,” he placed a hand on his heart theatrically “that really hurt”

You mimicked him and quickly turned around on the stool, determinate to ignore him.

“Cindy’s off work today” you informed him.

He exhaled loudly “Could you please help me choose a shirt?” he asked in a purposely flat tone.

You leered, slowly turning your head towards him.

“No”, you enunciated. Getting up from where you were seated, you walked to the door and smirked to him before turning the handle to conclude your scenic exit.

What you hadn’t expected was the handle falling to the ground and locking you in the room with the most annoying person in the whole world.

You gradually turned to him, only to find him with a huge smile on his face.

“Do you have something to do with this?” you asked.

He scrolled his shoulders without erasing his cheeky smile

“You freak! Is this your fault?!” your voice squeakier than usual.

At that change of tone, he burst out laughing.

“You bastard…” you mumbled on your teeth, trying to work the handle again, “What’s the matter with you?!?! We have to work! People will wonder where we are! Oh God will they think we are…?”

“Screwing? Yeah, they probably will” he finished the sentence for you.

“Ugh, I can’t believe it! Did you do this on purpose? Why??”

He chuckled and shook his head again, taking a step closer to you.

“It’s just a fortunate coincidence… But I did hope we could talk alone some time…”

“About what?” your voice harsher and harsher.

He smiled cheekily “About us”

Blood filled your veins and you suddenly saw everything red.

“US? WHAT IS ‘US’?? I–”

“Calm down, tiger,” he interrupted you “I mean about this tension between us… It’s not healthy, Y/N, I think we should drop this act…”

“Act?”

He furrowed his eyebrows “Yes. You prank me, I prank you, we bicker… let’s stop all that and talk about the real stuff that is between us…”

You narrowed your eyes in confusion “Is supposed to be a joke or…?”

He chuckled and shook his head, looking down at his feet as he took another step forward, then at last his eyes met yours.

He had a cheeky and mischievous grin painted on his face.

Ugh, I wanna kiss him. No, PUNCH HIM!, I wanna punch him.

“C’mon Y/N, I know you feel it too…” he began, then puffed when you still acted like you had no idea what he was talking about “The sexual tension? You cannot tell me you are unaware of it…”

“I don’t know what you talking about…” you lied.

“What a dirty liar, miss Y/N…” he laughed, “I know you feel it too. I can see it written all over your face”.

You were suddenly very aware that he was like ten inches away from you and you gulped. He was right (for once in his life). Still, you tried to remember to yourself why you did not like him.

You shook your head “Joseph, I–”

“Please, Joseph’s my father. Call me Joe”

You exhaled and started again “Joseph, there is nothing between us. And just so you know, there can never be. I hate you. You hate me. End of story…”

“You think I hate you?”

You crossed your arms on your chest “Well, yeah… that’s the essence and the extent of our ‘relationship’”

He shook his head “You are so stubborn”

You raised your eyebrow “Yeah, that’s the key to a girl’s pants: insulting her.”

He suddenly closed the distance between you two, his lips violently looking for yours and his tongue darting in your mouth. Joe walked the two of you to the nearest wall and pinned your arms against it by the sides of your body.

When he pulled away to gain some breath again, he stared into your eyes, his lips inches from yours.

Snapping back to reality and forcing yourself to ignore the heat that had expanded throughout your body, you scrolled your arms and freed your wrists of his grip.

“We are supposed to hate each other” was the only thing your lips could articulate.

Joe chuckled, passing his thumb on his lower lip and looking you from underneath his lashes.

“Well, it’s so hard for me to hate you right now…” he walked closer again, while gradually unbuttoning the cuffs on his sleeves, “So hard to hate you when every day you walk in with your unbelievably short skirts and your impeccable scented hair…”

“That’s a weird thing to say…”

“Shut up” he cut you off, promptly grabbing your wrists again and locking them by your sides, “So hard to hate you when you look so gorgeous sitting beside me at the desk… So–”

You didn’t give time to finish the sentence, your lips crashed against his, hands running to the top buttons of his shirt. While your fingers expertly unbuttoned his shirt, you felt his hands grazing up your thighs and lifting up your skirt to your hips. You helped him out of his shirt, throwing it as far away as you could.

“Cindy will be pissed we ruined that one…”

“Shut up”.

You cut him off by kissing him passionately and violently again, biting his lower lip while sliding your hands down his shoulders, to his sides, till the hem of his trousers and starting fidgeting with his belt.

You felt his hands climbing up to unbutton your shirt as well and then tossing it on the floor right away, the skirt following right after. His hands flew to his belt, helping you untuck it and undo his pants; you pulled them down to his ankles and he quickly got rid of them.

For an instant, you stared into each other’s eyes, but there were no more questions in your head. There was nothing your rational side could say to stop you now.

Joe pinned you against the wall, his whole body pressing into yours and his erection already hard on your thigh.

You bucked your hips against his and he groaned into the kiss.

“You will have to keep it quiet, Mazzello. They could hear us…” you whispered to his ear while sliding a hand down his stomach and into the elastic band of his boxers.

He whined and chuckled at the same time, suddenly pulling away from the kiss.

“Let them hear us…” he leered while unlocking your bra and tossing it aside.

“Fucking gorgeous…” he hissed and hooked a finger at the edge of your undies.

He pulled them down and they instantly dropped at your legs, while you did the same with his boxers. He grabbed your wrists again and threw your hands around his neck, while his glided down your hips and stopped underneath your bum, squeezing it gently.

Without a warning he lifted you up and sunk into you, making you exhale harshly and moan out loud. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he partially slid out and thrusted back in: you both moaned at the sensation of that particular angle as he started thrusting at a low pace.

His hands were sustaining you against the wall, whereas yours were roaming on his back, leaving nail marks then and there only to stop to cup his face.

Your bodies were moving, but your eyes were still, locked into each other. You inched closer to place your lips on his, the kiss tender and gentle, in contrast with the heat and speed up pace of the moment.

You felt sweat drops streaming down your face and your whole body on fire. You could only think of how good it felt. How that man who you’d barely tolerated for the past six months seemed to know you in and out like nobody ever had. He knew exactly what you liked and seemed to be always hitting the right spots.

“Joe…” you moaned, feeling your orgasm approaching and noticing his pace speeding up.

“I know–” he breathlessly uttered “I’m close too”

And as if you were trying to, you both came undone, recovering from your climax.

As you tried to steady your breath, your grip on his shoulders tightened and you found yourself basically hugged to him. The craziest thing was how nice it felt to have his body against yours and right into your arms. Joe’s head was resting on your shoulder while he heavily breathed in and out.

When you both felt like coming back to reality and abandoning your warm embrace, Joe let you down to your feet and you both remained silent as you got dressed again, avoiding looking at each other.

Once you were both fully dressed, you dared to turn in his direction.

He was looking at you too, a sweet smile on his face and you couldn’t help but smile as well.

“Why are you smiling?” you asked while fixing the collar of his new shirt.

He watched every move you made, never stopping smiling.

“I’m still high on what we did…” he whispered “And now I cannot stop thinking about you”

You chuckled, sincerely maybe for the first time in front of him and you caught his eyes glimmering.

“I’m right in front of you…”

He slowly nodded “I know… But I just can’t get enough”

“That is such a line…” you snorted, making him cackle along.

“It is but it worked, didn’t it?” he winked at you, making you shook your head and giggle.

If anyone had said to you that you’d be falling for one of Mazzello’s lines when you’d gotten up that morning, you probably would have punched them in the face. But now, there you were… giggling at his stupid lame lines that didn’t sound so lame anymore, and looking at that guy who you fought to keep your distance from, not knowing you’d actually always tried to keep him close.

Only now, while he was gently kissing your lips goodbye behind the door of the dressing room, you understood that Scott had been right all along.

When he pulled away from your lips and you felt your heart sink to your stomach, just cause you wanted him to keep on kissing you, you suddenly felt like a different person from the one who had entered the door that morning.

You smiled one more time to each other before calling security to get you out of there. When you heard their voices from the other side, you saw Joe getting closer to your ear with a cheeky smirk.

“Showtime” he whispered and when the door opened, his smile disappeared as he walked fast towards the studio.

You rolled your eyes as well and bolted out of the door, mumbling a ‘Thank God I couldn’t take it anymore’ and heading for the opposite direction Joe had taken.

You were trying your hardest not to burst out laughing at the hilarity of the situation: acting like nothing had changed in your enemies-relationship while in reality, everything had.

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another-blog-bites-the-dust · 5 years

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Not in the script.

Summary: While working alongside Gwilym in 'Hamlet', the final performance has everyone's emotions running high- especially his.

Warnings: swearing, lil bit of angst, fluff, ugh Gwil in period clothing tho 😩🙌

A/N: Okay I'm a sucker for Shakespeare and Gwilym so I combined them together in a Gwilxfem!reader fic. The lines of 'Hamlet' and other plays are in bold italic! I hope you enjoy! 💖

You died in his arms every night and occasionally some afternoons.

Like heaven itself was cradling you, and for your character it was. You were starring in 'Hamlet' playing the title role for the last four months in the west end with an incredible cast. The whole show was dubbed as controversial from the start because Hamlet was going to be played by a woman with everything else, including the pronouns in the script, staying the same. But that's why you and everyone else in the show were so excited to do it. It made the old play fresh and new.

But tonight was the final night and you were all reminiscing of the very first rehearsals before you all headed off to get ready for the last performance. You all started this journey six months ago and it was coming to an end in a matter of hours.

"Remember when Daisy dropped the prop skull when she was taking a look at it on the first day and it shattered everywhere!" You giggled, knees to your chest sipping away at a coffee while sitting next to your Horatio. You didn't know until you turned up to rehearsals that Gwilym Lee was cast as Horatio.

"Ugh that's going to haunt me forever!" Daisy playfully groaned. She was Ophelia and had quickly became a wonderful close friend of yours. "Oh Y/N! Remember you kept accidentally calling Gwilym 'Brian' at the start!" She giggled and you went bright red, Gwilym gently poked your side with a grin on his face.

You could vividly remember the day you stepped into the rehearsal room and gasped when Gwilym came up and shook your hand. You were a huge fan of Queen and Bohemian Rhapsody. "Holy shit! Brian May!" You had said before slapping your head in realisation "No! Gwilym! God! Sorry! You're Gwilym Lee!" Gwilym took it on the chin and laughed about it. In fact, he was rather flattered.

Hugh, who was playing Claudius, clapped his hands together. "Well we better get ready! Final night!" It was bittersweet for you all. But it was going to be especially painful for Gwilym to say goodbye to the show and the cast...and to you. He'd miss you the most. He had spent practically every single day of the last six months with you. Two months rehearsing and then four months performing. He had grown very close to you, especially as your two characters were so close and intimate and emotionally invested in one another. Gwilym found it hard not to fall for you.

"Y/N..." Gwilym gently said you name as he stood, nervously twiddling his fingers.

"Ye-" you were cut off by the sound engineer regarding your troublesome microphone. You turned back to Gwilym "Oh..."

He waved his hands "I'll speak to you after, it's alright. It can wait." He tightly smiled.

You grinned and let out a small sigh of relief. "Thanks, Gwil!" You squeezed his arm and he felt his whole body heat up at the brief contact. Like every other time you touched him or hugged him. He loudly and deeply sighed. Daisy noticed.

"Gwilym...why don't you just tell her already?" She quietly asked. Daisy had noticed for the last few months the tension building between you both. It was confirmed when Gwilym had confessed to her after a few drinks how he really felt about you. The next day he practically begged her to keep it to herself- he didn't want to jeopardise the professionalism between the both of you. "I know she would be over the moon if you told her how you felt."

"It's just so hard to convey into words how much- ugh I can't even do it now!" He ran a hand through his hair "I'll tell her tonight at some point. Tonight's my last chance."

Daisy pointed a finger at him "You better, Lee! And you better treat my beautiful, yet troubled, Hamlet, good!" He chuckled at her words. She smirked to herself "Make tonight count, Gwil. Go get your girl!" They both parted ways when they went to get changed. Where Gwilym's dressing room was meant he always passed yours, your door was shut over but he could see light and shadow seeping out of it at the bottom and he could hear you going over your lines aloud. Gwilym knew you'd probably be in your black dress, the one he could barely take is eyes off of when you wore it in the first few scenes.

He hesitated, bringing his fist up so it was hovering beside your door. But he couldn't chap it. He decided to just get through the final performance and try to keep his untamed feelings reined in for now.

•••

Everyone gathered at the righthand wing of the stage and huddled around. The whole cast was wearing their traditional clothes and you had to physically tear your eyes of Gwilym in his outfit. He always looked so good in it. "Last night everyone!" You ecstatically grinned "Hands in!" Everyone put their hands in the centre, Gwilym's was on top of yours and you swore he gently stroked it before all the the other hands landed on top. You all chanted and pulled back with a cheer.

"Final night- let's smash this!" Harry, who was playing Laertes, roared out and everyone giggled. "Go easy on me tonight, Y/N!" He joked, you knew how much your final fight scene exhausted him despite the many times doing it and the lengthy sword rehearsals before that.

"You don't know how much joy I'm going to get kicking your ass again, Harry. Until you stab me, of course." You playfully jabbed his side and he let out a chuckle. Gwilym tried not to let jealously bubble away inside him, in fact, it melted away when he felt your hands on his lower arms. He glanced up and found you looking at him with a smile. "My darling Horatio," he happily grunted as a response "One final time."

Gwilym nodded "My darling Hamlet." He squeezed your hands. "One final time," you went to walk away but he held onto your hands "Although working with you, Y/N...I feel like this whole experience will never die inside my heart." He whispered and you felt your own flutter and wildly beat as a response.

"Gwilym...that's so lovely of you to say! I've really loved working with you. So much! So, so much." You sent him a toothy smile and he opened his mouth to say something but was called to take his place. "We'll talk after?" You suggested and he nodded, leaning forward and giving you a quick kiss on the forehead. You stood in shock while he dashed off, he had never done that before. But it was the final night and everyone's emotions were running high. At least that was what you told yourself.

You had just finished a scene with Daisy, one where you spun Ophelia in your arms before she gave you a sweet, lovestruck kiss. She made you clutch a flower in your hand before she giddily dashed off after her father, Polonius. When she left, you had to toss away the flower to the side with a sigh and tried to be all melancholy.

That was until Gwilym hesitantly entered onto the stage like he was directed to. He walked over to you, your back facing him before tapping your shoulder. "Hail to your lordship!" He said and you turned around ecstatically gasping with a huge smile on your face. He picked you up in his arms while giving you a huge hug, spinning you one-eighty degrees before putting you down and holding you close.

You placed your hands on his cheeks and Gwilym gulped- like he always did. It was getting worse every single time. All he wanted to do was lean in and kiss you. Tonight he felt himself doing so and almost did until you spoke your line. "I am glad to see you well Horatio, or do I forget myself?"

Gwilym snapped out his little trance "The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever." You scoffed and tapped his cheek and then made the mistake of looking into his eyes. Those deadly eyes. They had put you off and distracted you more times than you knew. A timed clearing throat from Marcellus broke your characters apart from their moment. It was supposed to be intimate but perhaps not that intimate.

You shared a small, unscripted smile with Gwilym before focusing on the scene.

A few scenes later, you were on stage with him again along with Andy who played Marcellus. The three of you had spotted the ghost of your father and you were supposed to follow it but the two boys had to keep you back. Marcellus stood behind Gwilym with his hands held out as if to invisibly push you back while Horatio actually had his hands on you to try and keep you in the one place while you wriggled and writhed to escape and go to the ghost.

You didn't really want to leave Gwilym's hold- you never did. Anyone who wanted to would have been out of their mind. He held you so tenderly and gently but it looked like he was brutally trying to keep you away from the entity.

As an actor, and as just Gwil, he always amazed you.

"It waves me still," you clawed at the air. "Go on; I'll follow thee."

"You shall not go, my lord!" Marcellus warned.

You found yourself almost being picked up by Gwilym you were pushing forward so much. His hand unintentionally moved to the top of the back of your thigh and you jumped a little, sending him a small look as if to say 'That's not meant to be there.' He moved his hand back to your waist, slightly to your dismay. "Hold off your hands!" You said in a demanding tone. Time after time Gwilym almost moaned at that voice.

He looked down at you, he was at a perfect angle to just reach up and let your lips cra- "Be ruled," he said authoritatively and you crashed back into reality "you shall not go."

The scene carried on and after speaking to the ghost of your father, Marcellus and Horatio returned after catching up to you and questioned you about the spirt. You were on your knees staring off passed the heads of those in the audience with glossy eyes. Gwilym kneeled down next to you and tenderly took your hand in his and comfortingly squeezed and stroked it. He didn't used to do that when you first started, it happened over time. It made you wonder if he was acting out his movements or allowed them to flow freely. After a few more seconds of staring you turned to him and managed to let a fake tear fall. He reached up and slowly wiped it away- you could hear sniffles from the audience.

You looked into those delightful, dastardly eyes again, your heart leaping in your chest. His eyes held something a little different in them. There was a twinkle- something you never saw before.

You reached up and placed a hand on his cheek before slightly hunching over while releasing a sigh and then returned to your original position. He moved his hand from your face and placed it on top of yours that was on his cheek- something he hadn't done before. Andy raised a subtle, inconspicuous eyebrow at the interaction. Gwilym noticed your eyebrows creasing ever so slightly but he was too engrossed with you to care. "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy..." you perfectly recited and Gwilym found himself press his head further into your hand. He loved the contact of your skin on his. You continued on and wrapped up the scene "So, gentlemen," you stood up "With all my love I do commend me to you: And what so poor a man as Hamlet is mat do, to express his love and friending to you, god willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;" you took Gwilym's and Andy's hand "still your fingers on your lips, I pray." You placed your finger on their lips like you always did. Andy was unfazed by it but it always sent Gwil into overdrive. "The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right! Nay, come, let's go together." You pulled them off stage with you and then the next scene began. You dusted off your knees with a delighted smile "That was so good!"

Gwilym nodded "One of my favourite scenes...I mean, all of my scenes with you are my favourite." He bashfully confessed and you felt yourself blush, luckily the wings were dimly lit so he didn't really notice. "I've got to get changed," you did too "See you in a bit!" He smiled and headed off to his dressing room.

You let out a small, adoring sigh with a massive grin and then noticed Andy sending you a knowing smirk "Oh be quiet..." you nervously grumbled feeling his teasing glare. He had always asked when you were going to finally bite the bullet and ask Gwilym out. You never found the confidence to. Gwilym was gorgeous and such a sweetheart- he could have any person he wanted.

That's why you always questioned and doubted yourself- Gwilym could have anyone so why would he pick you?

Gwil watched in awe like he always did seeing you perfectly recite the infamous 'To be, or not to be' soliloquy. He quickly brushed away a rouge tear that slipped down his cheek. "She's incredible," he whispered to Daisy who was standing next to him watching, ready to jump on in a moment. She looked between you and Gwilym and fondly smiled at you both before lightly gasping and practically throwing herself on stage, too focused on her two friends who were mad about one another than the scene she was about to act in.

A little while later, everyone was getting ready to watch the reenactment of Hamlet's fathers murder. You called for Horatio and Gwilym walked on stage with a smile on his face "Here, sweet lord, at your service." You gave him a hug and he hesitated to let go.

Placing a hand on his jawline you let out a breathy chortle, then you had to rest your head against his chest while he held you. "Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man as e'er my conversation coped withal."

Gwilym had to act all flustered, but that wasn't an issue with you in his arms and his chin being tickled by your hair. "O, my dear lord..."

You chuckled and pulled back, patting his cheek and pointing at him "Nay, do not think I flatter." You smirked and sent him a wink before continuing on with your lines. Gwilym was helplessly smiling at you, being taken away momentary with your voice saying such poetic things. Continuing on, you all watched the players perform their parts and then the scenes carried on and you eventually, accidentally, killed Polonius.

Then you were sent off to England and a small interval began, giving everyone a little break and time to change. You practically flung on your clothes, the next scene you were in was mainly with Gwilym. You didn't see him again until you met by the wings and wrapped your arms around one of his, holding onto him tightly as you walked into a graveyard together. Your head rested against his bicep and Gwilym wondered if he'd still get the same kind of butterflies if you clutched onto him like that when you weren't performing.

He had a funny feeling that he would.

The two of you then had to hide away, but still in sight to the audience, as you watched Ophelia's burial. Gwilym's eyes flickered across to you as you stared intensely at the scene unfolding in front of you. There was only half an hour of performance time left. He didn't want it to end.

After causing a scene in the grave with Laertes- him fighting his fathers and sisters honour while you were fighting to declare your love for her- the final, tragic, scene finally arrived.

As everyone poured in and stood to the side of the stage to watch Hamlet and Laertes fence, Harry had one of the Lords assist him with putting on fencing gear while Gwilym helped you put on yours. His hands brushed against your waist and thighs as he secured the velcro of the padded fabric to you. You sent him a brief smile before he placed on your helmet and you got into position.

You and Harry fenced back and fourth until you got injured by Laertes' poisoned fencing sword and then you stabbed him back after getting into a fight with him. Then you had to throw away your helmet and run to your mother after she had been poisoned, holding her in your arms with false tears flowing until she died. You placed her down gently and stood up then started to act out the effects of the poison, clutching your 'wound' and you stomach.

Laertes then tells you that you have been poisoned and that Claudius was behind everything. You kill Claudius before letting out a pained wail, stumbling into Gwilym before he slowly fell to the ground cradling you. "Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu! You that look pale and tremble at this chance that are but mutes or audience to this act." You writhed in his hold and cried out in pain. Gwilym was choking up- but he wasn't acting. This scene always moved him to tears, even more so because of you. "Had I but time as this fell sergeant, death, is strict in his arrest. O, I could tell you...but let it be. Horatio, I am dead; Thou livest; report me and my cause aright to the unsatisfied." You weakly begged and traced your fingers tenderly across his jaw.

Gwilym shook his head, propping you up a little but still lovingly holding you. "Never believe it. I am more an antique Roman than a Dane! Here's yet some liquor left." He tried to drink the rest of the poisoned wine that your mother had drank.

"As thou'rt a man, give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't!" You snatched it before he could drink it and downed it all, letting the bright, crimson liquid stain your lips. He let out a sob as you let out an antagonising cry- you could hear more sniffles from the audience. "O good Horatio, what a wounded name, things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!" His character was supposed to lean forward and attempt to capture your lips to try and derive some of the poison from him but before he could, Hamlet pressed his fingers to Horatio's lips to stop him. But Gwilym was a little too fast for you tonight and his lips just caught your own. That certainly was not in the script. You both froze with shock for a moment- you were certain you had heard Daisy gasp before you blinked back into reality and carried on with your lines. "If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart," you shakily spoke, a slight buzz flowing through your veins and nerves. Gwilym was looking at you with wide eyes as if to silently appologise for doing that. "Absent thee from felicity awhile, and in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, to tell my story." He seemed just as shocked as you that he gave you a ghost of a kiss. But a part of him was overwhelmed with joy that he finally managed to feel your lips- even though it was very brief and faint. But it was no less magical. "O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: I cannot live to hear the news from England; But I do prophesy the election lights on Fortinbras: he has my dying voice; So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, which have solicited." You cupped his face and brightly smiled through your 'pain'. "The rest is silence."

Then you died in Gwilym's arms once more for the final time. A death you were happy to endure.

Gwilym hugged you, rocking you back and forth while crying. "Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince: and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!" He kissed your forehead- that kiss was scripted. Horatio and Fortinbras then talk of what had happened and then, as quick as it had begun, it was finally over.

Gwilym helped you upright and everyone took a bow as the audience clapped and cheered. All your cast mates then turned to you and clapped, you bashfully hid your face in your hands and chuckled. Then Hugh emerged with a bunch of flowers for you and you almost burst into tears. You reached up and kissed his cheek and then turned to Daisy and gave her platonic pecks on her cheeks, giving your Ophelia a flower from the bouquet before you all took a final bow and disappeared from the stage.

You didn't see Gwilym after coming off the stage, you were drowning in a sea of people congratulating you. But you managed to escape back to your dressing room and shed Hamlet's clothes then changed into your own. Daisy appeared and told you they were all heading to the afterparty. "I'll meet you all there soon," you tiredly smiled from your chair, your leg tucked underneath yourself. "I just need to organise my stuff out- I'll be an hour tops."

Daisy nodded "Alrighty! You were incredible, Y/N. It's been an absolute joy being your Ophelia. You and I are going to discuss that little delightful hiccup of Gwilym's earlier!" She pointed, referring to the kiss and you shook your head with a grin. "See you soon!" She blew you kisses then shut the door behind her, but not completely.

You sighed and picked up your bloodied fencing gear and sadly smiled. Gwilym was passing with his backpack thrown over his shoulder, he noticed the faint yellow glow pouring out of your dressing room door that was left ajar. He delicately chapped it with his knuckles before peering around the door. You looked up and silently encouraged him to come in, he did and shut the door over behind him, placing down his backpack and sitting across from you on another chair. You were still holding your fencing outfit.

"Just saying goodbye..." you admitted and half heartedly folded the outfit. Gwilym had a crooked smile on his face. Being immersed in such a pivotal and intense role was going to be hard to let go of- Gwilym had Horatio withdrawls already. You reached down to your bag and pulled out a script. "And then hello to Lady Macbeth." You couldn't hold back a wide, ecstatic smile.

Gwilym went wide-eyed and gasped "You got the part?! That's amazing! I'm so happy for you!" He was almost as excited as you. You had told him how much you wanted the role since you auditioned for it two months ago.

"Thank you," you placed down the script, looking at it while you spoke to him. "Macbeth hasn't been cast yet- still holding auditions. Maybe you should go?" You suggested "You'd probably get the part."

You saw out of the corner of your eye Gwilym shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know..." he did hear the part was up for grabs.

You turned to look at him "If you do get it you'd get to properly kiss me on stage..." You saw his whole body tense and he opened his mouth, desperately trying to say something but all his mouth could do was open and snap shut over and over again. "It's alright!" You softly laughed and took his hand, lacing your fingers with his. Gwilym was wondering if this was all a dream- that he'd fallen asleep in his dressing room. You squeezed his hand and he then knew he wasn't dreaming. "You know, if you wanted to kiss me...you could have just asked."

Without a second of hesitation Gwilym moved forward "From the moment I met you, Y/N, I have adored and admired you with all my heart. I like you, so much more than you'll ever know. Can I kiss you?"

"Yes," you smiled and felt his lips perfectly- and a little desperately- crash against yours before starting to move in sync.

He pulled back after a few moments, cupping your face with his soft hands "I have wanted to do that for so long- I swear I've almost kissed you on stage a hundred times!" You both laughed. You rested your forehead against his and looked in each other's eyes before peppering one another's lips with kisses.

"They aren't expecting me to turn up for a little while and I've got a perfectly good bottle of champagne in my mini-fridge that I was saving for tonight." Your suggestion made Gwilym grin. "The only thing is I've got no glasses, only teacups."

"That's alright," Gwilym softly laughed and kissed you again "You have whichcraft in your lips..." he lowly murmured before hotly kissing you, sending a wave of ecstasy and a jolt of electricity through your body.

"We're onto Henry V now are we?" You teased and stood up, popping open the champagne and pouring it into teacups. You clinked them together and took a sip. Gwilym sat down on the sofa that was against the wall of the dressing room and then reached out to you, pulling you towards him and onto his lap. One of his hands rubbed your thighs and you contently sighed.

"I’ll make my heaven in a lady’s lap..." You playfully rolled his eyes at yet another Shakespeare quote- this time from Henry VI part three. He placed down your cups and you both shared another kiss. "I feel like I'm in heaven here with you." You wrapped your arms around one another and remained like that on the couch for a little while until you had to go to the party.

You had died in his arms again only this time in way that made you feel more alive than ever.

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