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[brianprobablywill]

Aphrodite (Ben Hardy x Reader)

summary: ben’s in love with y/n. he’s too far gone.

1.8k words, ben x reader, angst my good folks 

this is rated 16+ for exploring mature themes. please read and interact at your own discretion. 

this is dedicated to blake aka @sweet-ladyy​ for being freaking awesome! i am so grateful to have met her through the discord, i’ve quickly come to realise just how sweet and amazing she is. not to mention, a fucking BRILLIANT writer!! go check her stuff out!

thank you to @redspecialty​ and @brian-maybe-not​ for doing me the honour of beta-reading this fic. i took a slightly different angle with this, and i was very happy to have their guidance through it. check their masterlists out!!

He isn’t sure how it happened. More precisely, he isn’t sure when it happened.

Now that Ben thinks of it, he wonders how one could possibly not fall in love with Y/N. It’s bound to happen at some point in everybody’s life. 

Surely everyone in the room is spellbound when Y/N speaks, moving her hands animatedly and looking around the room to see if she’s got everyone’s attention. Surely everyone notices how her hair swishes around her face when she laughs with unbridled joy. Surely everyone notices the softness of her hands, the plumpness of her lips, the curves of her naked body—

That last one, he’s not so sure everybody understands. He’s not so sure he wants everybody to understand. He wants to be the only one who gets to watch as Y/N’s chest rises and falls with every deep breath. He wants to be the only one who gets to put his hands on her, gentle at first and rougher from there on, the only one who gets to truly feel her.

He’s sitting in Y/N’s kitchen as he thinks, running his hand over the rim of his coffee cup. He’s watching as his girl hums while spreading cream cheese on a bagel, a stupid grin on his face he didn’t know he was sporting.

Y/N turns around once she’s done, bringing over two plates of toasted bagels to the table. She scoffs at Ben’s expression, “What are you looking at?”

“Huh?”

“You were looking at me like I’m Aphrodite or something.” She says it so nonchalantly. She doesn’t think anything of it as she takes a large bite out of her bagel. “What?” She reiterates when Ben doesn’t say anything.

Meanwhile, Ben’s asking Y/N in her head, Do you not see it, my Aphrodite? But that is not what leaves his mouth. “Huh.”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t realise,” he mumbles, picking at the crumbs on his plate. But even with his vision turned towards his plate, Y/N’s fingers are still in view. He can see them, the pointer finger tap tap tapping on the counter, clearly because Y/N’s not satisfied with Ben’s answer.

But when Ben doesn’t say anything to follow up his short two words, Y/N shakes her head dismissively before getting up to pull a yogurt out of the fridge. “Got anything to do today?”

“Day off.” Ben’s voice is still small. He knows what’s coming next.

It’s Y/N’s boisterous laugh, happy about the fact that she has Ben all to herself today. “Really?” When Ben nods, Y/N puts down her yogurt cup on the counter and walks over to stand behind Ben. 

The hair on the back of Ben’s neck stands up straight as Y/N brings her lips next to his ear to whisper, “Then I know what we should do once we’re done here.”

It happens in a blur. It’s quick and it’s habitual. It’s become chronic for Y/N and Ben. Oh, such routine it is, for Ben to find himself in Y/N’s bedroom after a hard day of filming just to get his mind off things. 

And it works! It works for him, and it works for Y/N. They both have someone to themselves when they need it, and that was what was agreed upon.

But that’s the thing. That was all that was agreed upon.

So when Y/N gets up and out of bed after she’s caught her breath and heads to the dressing table to grab the tub of body butter, and when she smirks after realising Ben’s watching her every move, it feels a little too… intimate.

It never used to end like this. It always ended with Y/N and Ben both falling asleep with their naked backs facing each other. But somewhere along the way Y/N began making small talk as they both caught their breaths. 

At first Ben was repulsed by the idea that it could be something more. He felt like he wasn’t ready for it. 

But now, he craves it.

He craves those moments after sex when Y/N walks around the room to work on menial tasks and allows him to stay right there. He craves the feeling when Y/N casually sits down on his side of the bed, working the knots out of his shoulders after he said he was feeling stiff. 

He craves Y/N. 

Y/N climbs right back into bed once she’s done slathering the body butter onto her skin -- and some onto Ben’s too, right up until he protests. The comforter gathers around her waist, and she makes no effort to bring it up to her chest to cover her breasts from Ben.

Her phone pings! suddenly. She takes a quick look at the brightened screen before turning back to face Ben, a different expression on her face. “Forgot to tell you!” She puts her hand on Ben’s shoulder in a show of urgency.

“Yeah?” Ben says softly, trying not to melt into her touch too much. 

“I have a date for tomorrow night. So don’t show up.” 

She says it without a shred of hesitation. Suddenly, the hand on Ben’s shoulder feels too hot. He wants it off. He wants to get up, take a shower and wash off the feeling of Y/N on his body. But as soon as he gets up, mumbling something about using the shower, Y/N gets up with him, following him into the bathroom and waiting for him to get into the cubicle.

Ben doesn’t. His eyes stay glued to the grim tiles of Y/N’s bathroom floor for as long as Y/N doesn’t hurry him up. He can hear his heart in his ears. 

He can also feel Y/N pushing on his shoulder, muttering, “Oi.” She shakes her head playfully, pushing past Ben to enter the cubicle before him. 

Ben can’t help but take two steps back, he does not want to be in there with her. Not anymore. “You finish up first. I-- no, you go.”

“Oh, come on.”

“I have to-- just, you go-- I can’t.” Ben’s rushing out of the bathroom before he can hear what Y/N says next. 

He sits on the edge of the bed the entire time Y/N is in the shower. Y/N’s side. 

As soon as he hears the shower turn off, he stands up and rushes out of the room, trying not to face Y/N yet. He busies himself with making yet another cup of coffee for Y/N, because he knows how much she loves a steaming cup of coffee after a shower.

His sharp breaths are the only sound in the small kitchen. His hands grip the counter tightly, and he just wants to leave. 

The sound of Y/N’s feet pattering across the floor soon fill his ears, and he uses the few seconds to collect himself before she sees his face. 

“You should’ve made a mug for me, too!” Y/N pouts, pulling all her wet hair over one shoulder.

Ben wordlessly puts the mug in front of Y/N, and the smile, oh the smile that blossoms on Y/N’s face just makes him forget his predicament for a second. And for that second, he can only watch as Y/N wiggles her body -- quite natural for when she’s feeling happy -- and admire her. 

“I knew I kept you around for a reason,” Y/N hums after taking a sip, wrapping her hands around the mug, holding it close to her chest. 

And just like that, the moment is gone. The tightness in Ben’s chest returns. His smile fades away, but Ben doesn’t realise that so does Y/N’s.

“Everything okay, Benster?” she asks, putting her mug down and leaning forward, clearly worried.

Ben chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “Have you noticed, Y/N?” he begins, trying to maintain the casualness of his voice. “We’re… never mind.”

“Oh come on, tell me.” She stands, walking over to Ben and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Fucking hell. Ben thinks. “We’re acting- uh, really it’s fine, I don’t-” his mumbling is cut off by Y/N’s hand running down his arm to grab onto his hand. 

“Hey.” Y/N’s voice is softer this time, almost like she’s talking to a little child after they’ve been crying. And honestly, Ben feels like one right about now. “It’s okay.”

Ben smiles wider, as if it’s helping him maintain his composure. “We act a lot like a couple, you notice?”

Y/N pulls away completely at that, crossing her arms across her chest. Shaking her head, she asks, “Really?” 

“Just an observation.”

“Huh.” 

“Yeah,” Ben whispers, pushing past Y/N to stand a few feet away, finding some comfort in gripping the handle of a nearby chair. “You know, talking casually after sex, eating breakfast afterwards, showering together; it’s all��� coupley?” He smiles as he says the words, in an effort to write it off as a measly observation, and not as something that’s been eating away at him for weeks.

“Weird,” Y/N says shortly, shuffling her feet around. “I hadn’t noticed.” Her voice is small, too, now, clearly taken aback by Ben’s words. “Yeah, that’s weird,” She chuckles, looking down at the floor. 

Ben can’t gauge what Y/N’s reaction means. Is she… affronted? Taken aback? Is she hurt? 

“Stupid,” Ben says, his voice sounded distant to to Y/N’s years. “I shouldn’t have said it.” 

“It’s fine,” Y/N breathes out. “Um…” she pinches the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb, still unable to muster up the courage to look at Ben. “I have to… I have to get ready.”

“What for?” Ben tries to get a look at Y/N’s face, but she’s clearly determined to hide it from him. 

“My date.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll go.”

“Yeah, you should.”

Ben’s walking out of the kitchen without another word, deciding that some space for the both of them was best right now. 

“Hey, wait, Ben.” 

It doesn’t take Ben more than a second to turn around. Y/N’s voice is like a bell in his head, a call that he simply has to answer. 

“If my date goes horribly,” Y/N mumbles, twisting her index finger with the fingers of her other hand. “Will you still be there?”

The way Y/N looks at Ben is so curious, afraid even, that Ben can’t help but take a small step towards his Y/N. His Y/N. He’s trying to maintain a distance, because he can sense that Y/N’s not happy with Ben’s discovery, but he can’t help himself. He simply has to reach out. He has to put his hand on Y/N’s face and caress her skin gently. 

“I’ll always be there.” 

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ben tags: @dancingstan @likeit-or-leaveit​ @floating-hufflepuff​ @ken-yee-not​

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[just-my-sickly-pride]

hello noah!!!! this is actually sleeping time for you and i'm just waking up wOW timezones are fuckin strange. but that's irrelevant, it's sleepover time!! would you, please, imagine furnace!ben purposefully trapping you in his hoodie WITH him because he knows you're going to sweat your soul out of your body but it's really cute? - felicity aka brianprobablywill

Hi Felicity!!! 💕 that’s so cute thank u for the idea 🥰 hope u like it! (Also, is furnace!ben his official title now? I think it should be)

It‘s some action movie on TV. You find action movies kind of boring, but Ben loves them, and you look for any excuse to cuddle, so you’re not complaining.

That being said, it’s a hot spring night. You have a fan on, blasting air into your faces, but cuddling can be an uncomfortable time in the summer. Even more uncomfortable with your boyfriend in particular.

“I don’t know how you’re wearing a hoodie,” you grumble, letting your arms fall out to the sides — one on the couch, one over Ben’s stomach — as far as they can go, in an attempt to cool yourself off.

It’s a grumble Ben has heard from you countless times now. “Maybe you just run hotter than me, love,” he replies absentmindedly, starting to trace patterns on the inside of your forearm.

“Me? Run hotter than you?”

“I always seem to be colder than you.”

“Maybe it’s because you radiate heat. It all escapes from you. All my heat stays trapped inside me. I could boil a frog in my stomach.”

Ben pauses his pattern-tracing. “A frog?”

“Yeah, because, y’know, when you put a frog into cold water and slowly turn up the heat, it...” You shake your head. “Doesn’t matter.”

Ben chuckles.

The movie continues.

You start to drift off, lulled to sleep by the sound of explosions and gunshots. Or maybe it’s Ben and his heat.

You’re woken up slightly when Ben jostles you, pulling you into his lap. You grunt at him, but your head falls against his shoulder and you’re out like a light again.

You’re woken up next by an awfully familiar feeling. Boiling alive.

You stir, taking a moment to figure out why you can’t move. Ben has his hoodie zipped around the both of you, and you’re trapped.

You make a soft sound of complaint. “What the hell? Ben?”

Ben rubs your back through the hoodie. “Mm?”

“I’m sweating. Let me go.”

Ben laughs, and drops a kiss to your forehead. “You look adorable when you’re overheating in your sleep, did you know that?”

“That’s so weird,” you mutter, squirming. “And so specific. You weirdo.”

Ben laughs again, and wraps his arms tightly around you. “Nope. You’re mine.”

“No!” you cry. “Free me! Unhand me, foul beast!”

“You’re so weird,” Ben chuckles.

“I’m melting!” You struggle against the hoodie, but your arms are stuck firm. “Tell my family I love them!”

“You’re lucky I love you,” Ben says, and you stop abruptly. You look up at him, but you can’t see his face.

“You love me?”

You feel Ben tense. “Um... I— I guess I do. I do.”

Your heart grows about ten times its size. “I love you too.”

“Really?” Ben says.

“Yeah. But what a shame we can’t be together.”

“What?” Ben exclaims. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Because I will be dead within the hour.”

Ben chuckles, and it’s mostly from relief. He finally unzips the hoodie, and you tumble to the floor.

“Oh my God, babe, are you all right?” he says, reaching for you.

You settle on your back, stretching out, revelling in the coolness of freedom. “I’ve never been better.” You sit up, finally getting a proper look at his face. “I love you.”

Ben grins. “I love you too. Sorry for almost killing you. But you do look ridiculously cute.”

“I forgive you,” you say. “But only if you give me precisely ten thousand kisses.”

Ben hesitates. “Ten thousand?” he says. “That’s pretty steep, babe.”

“Take it or leave it.”

“What if I give them all to you tonight, do I get a reward?”

You pretend to mull it over. “Maybe.”

Ben slides off the couch and gets comfortable in a straddle over your lap. “Well, I’d better get started, then,” he says with a cheeky smile, and presses his lips to yours.

my first sleepover 🥰

[almightyellie]

i, s and t, please! - felicity aka brianprobablywill

i: do you have a guilty please in fic (reading or writing)?

ngl. fanfics in general are my guilty pleasure but soulmate aus FULLY get me going, like i cannot and will not love something more. i’ve never written one but they are my favorite to read

s: any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

hmm i can’t think of one for this specific fandom right off the top of my head but in general, the whole friends to lovers/fake dating thing is my FAVORITE

t: any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

it’s not quite so much that i can’t stand it and more that it just isn’t my thing, but i feel like ESP in this fandom, the whole threesome thing is just like. i do not have interest in it and unless it REALLY compells me or one of my friends writes it, i probably won’t read it

fanfic asks!

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

🎉 Goodbye To 2021! 🎉

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[rogerina-deacon]

Hey could you wright something about being Bens girlfriend and having ADHD? Like Ben just helping you with your nervous energy and restlessness it can be fluff or Smut what ever you want. Thanks love

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Request: “Hey could you wright something about being Bens girlfriend and having ADHD? Like Ben just helping you with your nervous energy and restlessness it can be fluff or Smut what ever you want. Thanks love”

Summary: Ben finds the perfect way to help you get out your nervous energy.

Warnings: Smut! Face riding and hair playing specifically, but it’s overall really sweet and passionate

Word Count: 1500

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first piece I’ve written in over a year, so please let me know what you think! Also, if I tagged you and you’d rather not be included in the taglist from here on out, please send me a message and I’ll remove you, I completely understand as it’s been so long since I’ve posted and people’s interests often change! Thanks so much for reading if you do, and remember feedback is much appreciated!

“You feeling alright, love?”

Those soft words from your boyfriend mere feet away on a nearby living room chair took you out of your mind for the first time in a while. You and your partner Ben were spending the Sunday of your weekend off simply lazing around the apartment, him spending his time reading a book he recently picked up, and you not quite sure what to do, so you sat on the couch rewatching an old show as you mindlessly scrolled through various apps, needing desperately to be stimulated by different things all at once.

“What do you mean?” You asked, not quite sure what he noticed about you that you hadn’t.

“Your leg’s been bouncing a mile a minute, love” He said, lightly chuckling as he did, unsure if you’d even noticed you were doing. Which you had, kind of, though it wasn’t something you were doing consciously.

“Yeah, tends to happen, have you not noticed it before?” You questioned, as it was something that happened most of the time if you were sitting, and if you were standing it would change to fiddling with the hem of your shirt, or sleeves if they were long enough. He knew you got restless because of your ADHD, it wasn’t anything new in your life, or relationship for that matter as you two have been dating for nearly three years, and friends for years before that.

“Of course I have, it tends to happen more though when you’re having bad days or haven’t taken your meds. Have you?” He asked genuinely, knowing how difficult it can be to cope without them.

“No, the pharmacy was out when I went to refill the other day, should be in soon though.’ You said, leg’s bouncing more as your brain filtered out all the other stimuli you had going on to talk to him.

“Any way you’d like me to help, love?” He said, moving from his seat on the chair to sitting right next to you, one arm around your shoulder, his hand of the other softly caressing your thigh, still bouncing but less so once he started to sooth you. He softly placed a kiss on your cheek, resting his forehead on the side of your head, his breath softly hitting your face.

“No idea, but if you can think of anything, I’m all ears” You said, a bit shaky and shy. He’s always had the same effect on you, surprising given all the time you’ve known each other, but that’s the Ben Hardy charm you suppose.

“Well,” He started, his voice low and soft in your ear, “I do remember one thing that helped…” He trailed off.

“Yeah? And what was that?” You asked, though really, you had a good idea of what he had in mind, based on his voice and how he wouldn’t out right say it.

“I seem to remember the last time this happened, we found a way for you to stim that was enjoyable for the both of us.” He said softly, his head moving down to place soft kisses along your neck and shoulders.

“How about we get more comfy in our room, yeah?” He suggested, taking your hand and motioning his head to the bedroom you two shared down the hall. You nodded in agreement, and he stood before helping you up, only to pick you up bridal style and carry you there, the door already barely ajar so he just had to push his back against it before walking in sideways so you both could fit.

“I’ll never understand how you do that without a problem every time.” You stated as he laid you onto the bed, before putting on some romantic instrumental music, knowing you needed sound for this to truly be effective. He took his shirt off before joining you on the bed, where he helped you take off your pajama pants as you took off the shirt you were wearing, an old tee of his you had grabbed from the dresser the night before. As soon as that shirt was tossed to the floor, Ben began kissing all over your torso, his lips only leaving your body to say sweet nothings that mean everything. Your fingers tangled in his hair, needing something to do and that seeming like the perfect thing for it. His hands traveled all over your body, caressing and squeezing and just overall trying to show you he finds you perfect. As his hands moved along your body, so did his lips, slowly making their way to their end goal, his tongue gently licking between your folds as his hands settled around your thighs. He knew he had to properly warm you up before you took control in order for this to work, so he gently built up your desire for it, softly licking and swirling his tongue around your clit, flicking ever so softly left to right, all of his moves precisely calculated so you feel them, but just barely, not wanting to build up too fast. Your hands began twirling his hair even faster, so he could tell you were ready to start.

“You ready, love?” He asked, needing confirmation, which you quickly gave with a nod and a soft “yeah”, prompting him to turn and lay on his back, your body adjusting so he had the room to get comfortable before his hands rested on your thighs once more, signaling for you to climb on top of him, your wet pussy hovering over him as you leaned forward to hold the headboard for balance before you slowly lowered yourself onto his mouth, his lips and tongue instantly working you just how he knew you liked it. You soon began moving your hips to where it felt good, the movement relieving the nervous energy pent up in you as you slowly let go, the sounds of the music filling your brain as you bucked your hips back and forth, your hands soon tangling in his hair, not to pull or direct him, but simply to play with, the soft strands of hair twirling and tangling between your fingers, the texture helping you focus on the pleasure he was giving you, his mouth following your hips as they moved as you needed them to, his lips sucking and tongue flicking your clit in the patterns he’s learned you love, his tongue strength of doing this for so long for you showing as he just kept going and going, hardly needing breaks and having perfected managing to breath through his nose during this.

You were completely lost in this, pleasure coursing through you as you simply existed through this. He was helping you get overstimulated in the best way, the mix of the music and the way you moved your hips and played with his hair all while he went down on you, it helped tire you out better than imagined. You’d think your mind would wander too easily, but he provided just enough stimulation so that wasn’t a problem. So much so, in fact, you could feel your orgasm slowly building, the frantic movement of your hips and whimpers telling Ben he needed to keep that same rhythm, and he doesn’t disappoint. His hands grip tighter on your thighs, his tongue going harder but the same pace, pushing you over the edge as you unravel above him, your hands moving back from his hair to the headboard, gripping hard as you moaned and slowed your hips, everything having tired you out, your nervous energy now turned to post-orgasm bliss.

Ben slowly moved out from under you, kneeling up to help you lay down, his hands on your waist and thighs as he did so, knowing your thighs had to be sore after all of that, and your shallow, slow breathing an indicator that this worked. As you relaxed, he laid there next to you, arms around you as you came down, eyes closed with your head resting on his chest, an arm draped over his torso. Your hand drifted further down though, where just as suspected, you could feel his hard-on, though he quickly took your hand in his.

“Did you want any help with that, hon?” You asked, looking sweetly up at him with those eyes he never could resist.

“No, love, it’ll pass, I only did that for you and your pleasure.” He said with a chuckle, giving your hand a squeeze as he brushed his thumb along yours. “But if it doesn’t and you get your energy back up, we’ll see” He said sweetly, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead before taking your jaw in his hand, tilting it up ever so slightly before connecting his lips with yours.

“I love you, baby” You said once the kiss was done, it just feeling right to say.

“I love you too, sweetheart” He agreed, placing one last kiss on your forehead once more before settling into a post-sex nap with you.

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BEN TAGLIST: @littleliv1

SMUT TAGLIST: @rogerfckintaylor

[joe-mazzello-archive]

hey gang, it’s me, regan, your favorite slut. i’m about to hit 500 followers on this blog which is bonkers considering this blog is only seven months old. however my creative energy has been zapped from me almost entirely lately for a few different reasons. so instead of doing prompts or posting a new fic (oh how i wish doj part two was done for y’all!!!!), i’m gonna do something different.

introducing regan’s recommended fic list - part one!

i wanted to give all the writers in this fandom some love. so i’m going to post one of these for each borhap actor/member of queen! maybe i can help y’all find some writers you’ve never discovered before! this is gonna be a long post so imma put it under the cut. ENJOY!

disclaimer: any actors/characters excluded from these lists are excluded simply because i don’t particularly read fics for them. these are just personal recommendation lists! ALSO you should check out the entire masterlists for all of these writers! these are just my favorite fics from them!

first up, of course, is joe muthafuckin mazzello

** = smut, 18+ only. some listed as “(series)” may have 18+ parts, if you’re under 18, please heed writer warnings.

bold = all time faves

NOW UPDATED AS OF 7/3/21

rpf

always something there to remind me (series),  born to love you (series),  between the lines, and you make me feel like dancing** by @deacyblues

baseball**, make you mine**, shooting the moon**, do you remember**, and burning desire** by @almightygwil

a thing for hermia and just a job by @brianmays-hair @/inkwell-musings

a new place to begin (series)**, home sweet home**, and plastic dinosaur** by @supersonicfreddie

none for todd** and drunk in love** by @mrbenhardys

positive reinforcement** by @queenmylovely

truth and kinks**, first time**, and first date** by @m0etenchandon

human connection by @mrhoemazzello

date night** and come on so heavy** by @just-my-sickly-pride

what would it take to think about me any other way?**, you can keep the heart from the heartbreak, i don’t need to leave with a keepsake**, and stuck in quarantine** by @slutforbritdick

meant to go this way and seven minutes in heaven by @fallingprincess

cruel summer (series) by @mistymazzello

act two, scene two** and you’re out** by @doing-all-write

love is strange by @kill4hqueen

seaside rendezvous (series) by @illfoandillfie​

does it hurt? by @gogogolilqueenie​

nutella boy (series) and just like this by @brianprobablywill​

happy birthday baby** by @orwocolor​

what happens in vegas (series) and just go with it (series) by @sohoneyspreadyourwings​

lingerie** by @freddiesaysalright​

drunk & beautiful and you don’t have to be alone by @lunie-lovegood @/mo-d3ans​

stress relief (series) by @a-night-at-the-0pera​

pat murray

cold is the night (series) by @ladyfogg

love with its back turned** by @gardnerlangway @/spreadyovrwings

paper rings (series) and you’re okay by @patmvrray​

gardner langway

lady in red (series) by @gardnerlangway @/spreadyovrwings

calling you by @ai-suru-hito-yo

signed, sealed, delivered, i’m yours by @fairytales-of-yesterday​

and then there were two and with you by @sohoneyspreadyourwings​

tim murphy (that gif gives me adult tim vibes idc fight me)

neighbor by @patmvrray

you make me live**, my love, my life, at sunset, and something new by @drtimmurphy​

six questions by @gotboredwrote​

always been you by @sohoneyspreadyourwings​

[ineloqueent]

today, the 12th of july, is the appreciate the queen creators event!!

i submitted a few creators to the form put out by our lovely host @two-lovers-together, but i know so so many talented people and couldn’t possibly include them all in just one form. thus, without further ado, here, below the cut, are some of my favourite creators—

(some are tagged more than once, for different things :))

writing

@brianmays-hair / @deacyblues /  @joeneslee /  @stardust-killer-queen / @laedymoon / @bowieandqueen11/ @brianprobablywill / @yourlocalmusicalprostitute / @freddiesaysalright / @hgmercury39 / @brian-roger-deaky-and-fred / @demonessryu / @cupboardzllo / @inthegardensofourminds / @incorrectborhapquotes / @like-the-wings-of-butterflies / @yasmamamercury

gifs

@captvinswaan /  @moustachefreddie /  @freddie-mercurys / @ilygwilym / @robertplants /  @meddrowse /  @tenderbri / @honkycats / @an-abyss-called-life / @thought-pourri / @farrokhbulsaramercury

edits/aesthetics

@stardust-killer-queen /  @drivenbybri / @stoneqoldcrazy / @39-brian / @meddows-taylor /  @cherries-n-rocknroll / @achillespelidex / @39-ers / @tenderbri / @meddrowse / @ogrebattles / @filmslutt / @mrbadguymercury / @doing-albri

art

@irvinis / @eileen-crys /  @artangii /  @toviatoris

general (images, research, analysis)

@onegoldenglance / @debdarkpetal /  @bumholian / @ylly22 / @my--fairy--queen / @funnydressesweirdhairanddance / @natromanxoff /  @an-abyss-called-life /  @farrokhbulsaramercury / @soft--queen / @rushingheadlong

thank you all for everything that you do, every day. this wonderful little corner of the world would not be the same without you. keep creating ❤️

[naturallytom]

Ben Hardy/Joe Mazzello fic recs

I’ve been reading a shit ton of ben hardy/joe mazzello fics recently and I finally got around to making this post to appreciate the writers of said fics!!

*side note to these lovely writers; i follow mostly all of u on my main reading/scrolling blog!!*

@istheresomebodywhocanimagine II masterlist

@m0etenchandon II masterlist 

@jetsandbennie II masterlist 

@imaginesbyme II masterlist 

@writingfortoomanyfandoms II masterlist 

@queens-n-roses II masterlist 

@theonewiththefanfics II masterlist 

@benhardyisdaddy II masterlist 

@rogersbabyyy II masterlist 

@angrylizardjacket II masterlist 

@ohmygodimagines II masterlist 

@almightygwil II masterlist 

@mightyfineblog II masterlist 

@theborhapboysawakenedmywhatever II masterlist 

@whosgalileo II masterlist 

@queenscoolcat II masterlist 

@blushmis II masterlist 

@supersonicfreddie II masterlist 

@mrbenhardys II masterlist 

@queen-irl-af II masterlist 

@bensakindofmagic II masterlist

@hardzzellos II masterlist

@ohtheseboysilove II masterlist 

@brianprobablywill II masterlist 

@cherries-n-rocknroll II masterlist 

@frcmthefires II masterlist 

@redspecialty II masterlist 

@rogerscupboard II masterlist 

@hardforbenhardy II masterlist 

fics i have laying around in my likes;

spending joe’s birthday with him & falling asleep in joe’s arms by @borhap-au

my oh my (nsfw) by @hemmingsmendess

this blurb by @joemazzmatazz

nsfw alphabet: joe mazzello by @rogerina-yee-haw

fast learner (ben hardy) by @brian-roger-deaky-and-fred

dating joe mazzello headcanon by @lovermazzello

this blurb (nsfw) by @jetsandbennie

joe apologizing by @queen-irl-af

playing video games w/ ben by @hermajestyborhap

ben comforting you by @hermajestyborhap

[brianprobablywill]

This Quiet Night (Gwilym Lee x Reader)

summary: you and gwilym both have dates for the night. so why are you both at your place on valentine’s day?

word count: 2.6K

warnings: swearing, implied smut (blink and you miss it)

this was written for @bluesfortheredj​, my somebody to love event valentine!! i’m so sorry this is late, lovey, but i hope the fic makes up for my lack of punctuality!!! thank you, @dtfrogertaylor​ for hosting these events, they’re really wonderful!! enjoy! :)

You aren’t expecting a mug of coffee on your desk when you arrive at work, but it is what you find. But what’s odd is the post-it note stuck on it. As you sit down, shrugging off your coat and dropping your bag under your desk, you peel it off carefully.

‘happy valentine’s day, officemate :)’

You can’t help the smile that blossoms on your face as you spin in your chair, looking for your cubemate. “Office room mate.” You call out, rolling over to his table.

“What is it, officemate?” Gwilym’s face holds a wide grin. He clicks his pen over and over again in his left hand, looking at the post-it held in your hand in utter confusion. “Why, what is this? Who could have put it there?”

“Cut the theatrics,” you say. You want to lean forward and give him a kiss, but you settle for a pat on his back, smiling at him. “Thanks. But, um, I didn’t get you anything.” Your hand retracts quickly, wrapped up in your other. 

“Oh, don’t worry about that at all!” Gwil rotates your chair till it faces your desk and gives it a push. “Just get to work. Harry asked for your expense report for January. Why haven’t you turned it in yet?”

You huff, tucking your hair behind your ear, “Just behind on stuff. Oh, Natalie wants to meet you in the evening.”

“It’s fourteen days into the month. Another fourteen and you’ll have to turn in another.”

It’s hard for you to admit to yourself that you feel shame at what Gwilym was saying. It was true, you were falling behind on stuff. You’d only recently taken on a new, more important role, and with that had come a lot more work than you’d anticipated. You mutter, “Just meet Natalie, okay?”

You and Gwilym get to your respective work, sending out emails and answering phone calls. Gwilym makes a trip down to the reception and brings back a bouquet of roses for you, sent by an anonymous person. 

“I think it’s Harry.” Gwilym coughs, keeping his vision to the floor as he slides back to his desk. 

You smile, setting the bouquet down, remembering to ask Harry about it. 

Gwilym coughs again, and then once more. Loudly. 

“Hey, you okay?” You ask, spinning around to face Gwilym in time with him.

“Yeah, of course.” He’s almost turning around again before he stops himself, pointing a finger towards you. “Have you got plans today?”

No. You’re going to stay late and catch up on all the work you’ve been putting off. But Gwilym doesn’t need to know that. “Oh, yeah. A date.”

Gwilym’s eyes widen, “Oh. Okay. Great. Me too.” 

“Sweet,” you utter softly. You don’t want to keep this conversation going, so you turn around quickly, muttering, “Email, Natalie, expense reports, scrum call.”

The rest of the day passes by uneventfully. Harry gets your expense report, you and Gwilym catch coffee in the afternoon together, but stay silent for most of the time. As Gwilym’s packing up for the day, you stand up, too. 

“Leaving? Don’t keep your date waiting.” Gwilym sings. 

You smile softly, shaking your head. “Just getting myself some coffee from the rec room. Oh, Nata-”

“Meet Natalie. I’m going, I’m going, I’m going,” he groans exaggeratedly, throwing his head back before heading out of your shared cubicle.

Gwilym is not back by the time you’ve grabbed your coffee. Assuming he’s left for the day after meeting your boss, you decide you can sit in the rec room to finish up the rest of your work, since it is the end of the day and most people must have left by now.

It’s the buzzing of your phone - a call from Gwilym - that distracts you before you’ve even started working, and you can’t resist pushing your laptop aside and answering at once. 

“Hey, what’s up?” you ask, trying to make it sound as nonchalant as possible. 

“I’m staying late.” 

“What?” you hope your voice doesn’t deceive you, because you have to admit, it did spark excitement in you, getting to spend time with Gwilym. 

Gwilym huffs on his side of the line, “Natalie wants me to work with some of the QA folks in New York,” he groans, and you can hear a soft thud.

“But you’re not even part of the QA t--”

“The new project with Ridgemond?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Your new hot-shot role?”

“What about it, Gwil?”

“She’s assigned me on that project. I can’t believe I have to work with fuckin-- I’m a software developer! How can I-- oh my goodness.” 

You can’t help but smile at Gwilym’s frustration, finding it absolutely adorable. You rest your chin on your hand. “Have to cancel your date?”

Gwil lets out a moan of sorts, filled with indecisiveness. 

“Me too.”

“What?”

Yeah, I didn’t have a date at all, but this is a convenient excuse, seeing as I’m going to get to spend time with my crush of-- No, Y/N. “Yeah. Catching up on work. You know how behind I am.”

That’s how the both of you end up on the dirty couch of the rec room, almost entirely pressed up against each other so you can put your papers on either side of your body. Gwilym mumbles from time to time, counting on his fingers and biting his lip, while you stay considerably silent for the most part.

Around 8.00 p.m., Gwilym gets a phone call, which he answers immediately. “Yeah? Christ, is that the time already?” He runs a hand over his chin, the friction of his palm against his stubble making a soft noise in the quiet room. “Yeah, I don’t think I can, mate. Just, oh, I don’t know, I’ll figure it out. You go ahead.”

You don’t want to pry, but you can barely help yourself. “Your date?”

“Flatmate. Told him I’d find a place to eat dinner.” 

You furrow your brows. “I thought you’d be having dinner with your date…”

Gwil fumbles with his words for a minute before finding what to say, “We were just going to meet for the evening. No dinner.” His tight smile gives away that there’s probably a bit more to that answer. But you’re not one to pry, so you let it be.

He shuts his laptop, letting out an audible breath before turning his attention to you. “It’s getting late,” his voice is soft, and his gaze is fixed on your eyes, a small smile on his face.

You mirror his smile, silently shutting your laptop and gathering all your stuff. 

Gwilym grabs your attention pretty quickly again with a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

When you turn around, Gwilym shyly asks, “What are you doing for dinner?”

You shrug, looking around nervously. “Not anything in particular. Why?”

“Do you, uh… Never mind.” Gwilym almost laughs himself off, shaking his head. He turns his attention towards his shoes before you call him again.

“Hey, what is it?”

Gwilym still looks unsure. Doubt flickers in his eyes, and he bites his bottom lip before biting the bullet. “Fancy doing something with me?”

You have to stop your face from immediately blossoming into a smile at his words. You settle for a nonchalant, “What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know…” Gwilym rubs the back of his neck, fussing with his collar in the process. He adjusts the strap of his satchel repeatedly while he formulates his next sentence. “Forget it.”

“No, no, come on!” You take a hold of his hand, ignoring the butterflies in your belly telling you to kiss him!!!!! “I think I know what we can do.”

Admittedly, your idea? Not the best. It’s the first thing that came to your mind, though. 

It’s awkward, getting Gwilym into your house and telling him to make himself comfortable. You stood awkwardly in front of him as he took off his coat and put it beside him on your loveseat, running his feet forward and back on the rug on your floor. 

He looks up to meet your gaze. “Your apartment is very nice. Cozy.” He smiles, gripping one hand with the other in his lap. “So…”

“So?”

“What now?”

“I… don’t know,” you say, grinning sheepishly. You clearly hadn’t thought this out before inviting him over. Really, what now? 

“I mean,” Gwilym begins, chuckling to himself, “It is Valentine’s Day.” He raises one eyebrow, pushing his tongue into his inner cheek.

You put your hands on your hips, cocking your head at him, “What exactly is it that you have in mind, Lee?”

“We had to cancel on our dates. Why don’t we just… make this a date?”

Goodness, what? Was Gwilym implying you were on a date with him? “Sure.” Sure. Motherfucking sure, Y/N.

“Really? You’re up for it?” Gwilym stands up, making his way towards you. “Just like that?”

“Yeah,” you say with a giggle, unsure of what you were getting yourself into. You know it’s not a conventional date, for sure. 

“Okay. Dinner time.” Gwilym winks at you, grabbing one of your hands and leading you towards your own kitchen. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking around, he muses, “What must these cupboards hold, I wonder.”

You lean against the counter, letting him take the reigns. 

Gwilym claps his hands, turning to you. “Can I look through your fridge?”

“I don’t know, can you?” This is fun.

Gwilym rolls his eyes. “I’m looking through your fridge.” 

You find yourself following him to the fridge, watching from behind him as he leans over to look into your vegetable compartment. He mumbles, “Stir fry, salad-- hey, do you have eggs?”

“Yeah… There’s chicken in the freezer.”

“Perfect.”

You follow Gwilym’s instructions the entire time, following closely and learning. Honey glazed chicken, he’d said. Sounds good. You decided to make some rice with that. Once you’re done with your part of the work, you climb onto the counter, watching Gwilym as he does all the work. His shirt stretches deliciously over his shoulders when he moves. He has this intense look of concentration on his face that makes your belly coil. 

“Oi!” he says to you, raising his eyebrows, “you’re just going to sit there?”

“I’m watching and learning!” You laugh, climbing off the counter. “Wine?”

“Oh, yes please, if you don’t mind.” Gwilym says without looking at you, focusing on his chicken. 

“Red or white?”

“Ooh, I get to pick!” he sings, following it up with, “White, please.”

He’s so polite, you think as you pour out two glasses of white wine, placing one on the counter next to him. 

You smirk, clinking your wine glass with his for a second. “Your date is missing out.”

Gwilym laughs at that. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!” you exclaim, as if it is obvious. “You’re a really nice guy,” you say after a sip, smiling softly, “Like, really nice. You’re kind, and sweet,” you take a step towards him as he turns off the flame under the pot, “And dare I say, a sight for sore eyes.”

Gwilym doesn’t make eye contact with you. He sniffs, rubbing a finger over his nose before mumbling, “This is done.”

You’re mindlessly picking up cutlery as you continue praising Gwilym. “And you’re so hard working, you know? And you can cook! You can fucking cook!” 

Placing plates on the table while Gwilym followed closely behind with the pot of chicken, you say softly, “You’re like, peak husband material.”

Gwilym lets out a snort, “Rice?”

“I’ll get it. I work with you, you’re so tolerant of the people you manage! And I share a cubicle with you, and I don’t have a single complaint about you!”

“Yeah, that’s enough,” Gwilym said shyly as he dragged a chair back as you did the same. He laughs as if he found your praise funny, “How about yourself, miss perfect?”

You blink, saying nothing as you sit down in the chair opposite Gwilym. As Gwilym talks, you grab a fork and pick up a piece of chicken from the pot itself. 

“Wait, let me serve you!” Gwilym says in the middle of his rant, which you have very conveniently blocked out completely. “Huh? You’re… so beautiful. So beautiful. Have you seen yourself?” He ladles out some of the rice and chicken onto both of your plates while you only passively watch.

You’re unable to look at Gwilym. You only tuck a lock of hair behind your ear and pick at the chicken on your plate. 

“Okay, okay.” Gwilym clears his throat. “I think that’s enough. Shall we eat?”

After a small toast from Gwilym that left you in giggles, you dig into your meal, and it’s delicious. Worth it. 

Pretty soon, you’re both on your loveseat again, passing the bottle of wine between each other. 

Gwilym has his eyes closed, head thrown back on the backrest. His eyebrows are furrowed, nose crinkled slightly. It makes him look adorable. He lets out a sigh, letting himself relax into the plush leather of the couch even further. “I like this.”

“Yeah?” You ask, resting your head on your knuckles, watching as Gwilym breathed in and out, breath by breath. 

“Your date is missing out.”

“What?” You chuckle.

“You said my date was missing out? You were wrong-- yours is.” Gwilym opens his eyes, gazing at you softly. 

Ha.

You hum amusedly. “All that from just a meal? Where you did all the cooking?”

Gwilym proceeds to sit up straight, bringing one hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Yeah.” His eyes hold a look of adoration. “You were there. That’s what made this dinner amazing.”

“Really?” Your voice is soft. Gwilym’s face is closer to yours now. You can’t help but notice how his chest rises and falls as he inches himself even closer to you.

“Can I try something, Y/N?”

At this point, you have a good idea of what he’s implying.

“Go right ahead.” You glance up at his eyes before turning your gaze to his lips. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and he releases it to lick his lower lip.

And then, his lips are on yours.

It only lasts a second. Gwilym pulls away immediately, shooting you a curious look. “Sorry.” His voice is nothing but a whisper. There is no other sound in the room, just your breaths, which you can only hear because you’re sitting so close to Gwil.

“What for?” You don’t waste a second in bringing your hand up to cup Gwilym’s cheek and pressing your lips to his. It happens in haste, but Gwilym is quick to react. He brings his hands to your waist, wrapping them around tightly, and you slide so close to him that at this point, it’d be more practical to just climb into his lap.

Gwilym pulls away again, giggling this time. “Maybe the wine is getting to us.” He touched his lips, as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened and he needed physical proof.

“I don’t know, I haven’t had that much.” You stare at the bottle of wine, which was only a third of the way empty. “You?

“No, not that much, really.”

And then Gwilym’s giggling again, and you’re giggling again and you both know why.

After you’ve both quietened down a little, Gwilym sneakily grabs your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. “Tomorrow’s a Saturday.”

“Yeah, it is.” You sneak a look at him through the corner of your eye.

“Let me cook breakfast for you.”

“Getting ahead of ourselves, are we, Mister Lee?” You tug at his collar playfully only to get your hand swatted away.

“I’m not saying anything!” Gwilym said between laughs, running a hand over his face.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?” Gwilym’s eyes are wide. 

“Okay, you can cook me breakfast.” You push your body up against his, wrapping your arm around his. “But what comes before the breakfast, good sir?”

“This quiet night.” Gwilym smiles in earnest, and your heart swells at the way he’s looking at you. 

“Yes. This quiet night.”

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forever tags: @lv7867 @fatbottomedguys @unbound-chaos @bensrhapsody @mrsmazzello @cruelmooon @lovesaweed @spacedustmazzello @toomuchtellyneck @danadeacon @melinas-eyeliner @itsalreadybroken​ @suredontwannagohome​ @mexifangorl @classy-fangirl​  @a-kind-of-magik​ @killer-queen-xo​ @johnmazello​ @hardyhoe68703 @justmysicklypride​ @brian-maybe-not​ @mymelancholyblu3s​ @harryslowerleftnipple 

gwilym tags: @sweetlygwilym​

bold means i couldn’t tag you. 

my taglists are open, and so are requests! (kinda) do tell me what you think about my fics, it’s what keeps me going!!

[shes-a-killer-queen-39]

i came up with a game!!!

ok so basically the questions are pretty self explanatory, answer all 10 of them based off of whatever band/singer your account is based around and tag 10 people to do it next!! i’ll start :)

🌼 🌼 🌼 🌼 🌼 🌼 🌼 🌼

band: queen

1. which song has the best guitar in your opinion? somebody to love idk man it just always gets to me *chefs kiss*

2. which song has the best bass? dragon attack omfgdgsbxhsbd

3. which song has the most meaningful lyrics? soul brother again just really gets to me like 🥺🥺

4. best song to sing at the top of your lungs? i’m gonna be basic and say bohemian rhapsody on this one ((including the guitar solo, u already know i sing that too 😤)) OR radio gaga

5. best song to cry to/get in your feelings? who wants to live forever, mother love, and love of my life make me a MESS

6. which song do you relate to the most? misfire 😔✊🏻 no but actually i have no idea hdjdnsskjrjfnr

7. which band member do you relate to the most? john hehe i’m quiet until you get to know me, i play bass, and i am an avid cheese on toast (that’s the same thing as grilled cheese right?) eater 😌✨

8. what’s your favorite quote/fandom inside joke? “amazing sounding maracas... took me HOURS to steal them!” and “one dump, one turd, two tits, john deacon”

9. best memory affiliated with the band? seeing queen + adam lambert in concert in NYC in 2019 omfgdhdhsbd i cried and lost my voice from screaming 😗

10. whats your favorite album of theirs? probably sheer heart attack but i obviously love all of their albums sm <3

🌼 🌼 🌼 🌼 🌼 🌼 🌼 🌼

i nominate— @beatlesfoursale @queen-edits-l @queen-trash-can @deakys-chesthair @davidbowierelatedstuff @freddiesaysalright @theborhapboysawakenedmywhatever @supernaturalzealand @borhap-babies @bohemianartsfarts @rogers-wristbands @roger-taylor-owns-my-wigg @brianprobablywill @brian-absolutely-can @john-deacon-fucks @deacydarling @deacytits @davidbowie-blog @georgesharrisons @paul-mccartney-is-god @ringoshootingstarr @readyfreddie @deaky-trash

i hope this was fun!! :) 💜💜

[just-my-sickly-pride]

masterlist

who do i write for? i write for roger, brian, and john; i write for joe, gwilym, ben, and lucy. unfortunately, i don’t write for pd roger, brian, or john. i prefer not to write 90s, either, but if someone were to request a 90s-specific ask, then i’ll consider it.

do i have a tag list? no, i’m afraid not. it’s just too much hassle for me, sorry!

please note: i’m very wary of underage readers, so if you send me a request on anon, i can’t confirm your age, so i won’t write smut. of course feel free to send requests on anon, but if it’s a smutty request i’ll reply with a non-smutty response.

-one shots-

Roger Debut || 17.7k. explicit (18+ only) with some fluff. age gap (reader is 20; roger is 36). modern day au. reader sells her virginity to roger, a single dad and recent divorcee, but he doesn’t know it until she turns up at his house.

Swansong || 5.8k. angst. sequel to ‘debut’. sixteen years have passed since reader and roger dated and subsequently broke up. she runs into roger at a christmas party. could a spark still be there between them, after all this time?

Brian Tie Your Hair Back, Baby || 8.5k. explicit (18+ only). friends to lovers. college au. reader has a crush on brian, and she finds out that he likes her, too.

Nothing Special || 2.5k. fluff. it’s reader’s birthday, and she said she doesn’t want to do or get anything special, but her boyfriend brian is a hopeless romantic.

Him || 3.2k. fluff. reader is miserable, and their crush, brian, comes over to comfort them.

John Morning Babe || 1k. fluff and smut (18+ only). sub!john. john wakes reader up with a cup of coffee and some thoughts on his mind.

In the Wings || 4.1k. smut (18+). rock montreal concert. reader is a roadie whose side job is to blow john during roger’s and brian’s back-to-back solos during the game tour.

Ben Hot like a Sunrise || 1.7k. fluff. it’s the first time reader sleeps over at ben’s since starting their relationship. she quickly finds out that sleeping next to him is like sleeping next to a furnace. or the literal sun.

Joe Date Night || 3.3k. fluff and smut (18+ only). joe’s the cute guy who works at a nearby coffee shop, and he asks reader out on a date for valentine’s day.

Come On So Heavy || 3.8k. smut (18+ only). you like your friend joe. long story short, turns out he does like you back, and you fuck in the disabled bathroom in a club, drunk out of your minds.

Lucy Starbright || 1k. fluff. lucy is your girlfriend and you’re so in love with her.

-blurbs/requests-

Roger requested by anon || 1.5k. fluff and angst, with a bit of spice at the end. age gap (reader is 24; roger is 38). could i request a 80s roger x young reader? where he's insecure about his abilities in bed because he's getting old and you're so young and he's scared that you would eventually leave him?

requested by anon || 210 words. some implied sexual content. from the ‘debut’ ’verse. would you mind writing a blurb for the debut verse where rog introduces her to toys?

John requested by anon || 1.3k. fluff. can you write something about sub!john? literally anything

Ben requested by brianprobablywill || 640 words. fluff. from the ‘hot like a sunrise’ ’verse. would you, please, imagine furnace!ben purposefully trapping you in his hoodie WITH him because he knows you're going to sweat your soul out of your body but it's really cute?

requested by mercurysrhapsody || 875 words. fluff. Omg would you be willing to write something fluffy about ben being a first time dad?? Maybe with a little boy??

requested by redspecialty || 800 words. fluff. may I ask for a short lil blurb about Christmas morning with Ben??

Joe requested by evadingmytaxes || 1.2k words. fluff. I just wanted to ask if you would write a fluffy joe fic??

-series-

Try Brian and Roger modern day au, college au. fwb. fem!reader. the fics are posted in chronological order below. The Old College Try || 6.9k. brian. explicit (18+ only). daddy kink. brian is reader’s friend-with-benefits, and they accidentally discover that he has a daddy kink.

Chill Night || 1.4k. platonic fluff, with all the boys. brian doesn’t feel like having a raunchy night, and reader is more than happy to just hang out with the boys at their flat.

Ask Nicely || 18.8k. roger, with some brian sprinkled throughout. explicit (18+ only). daddy kink. roger finds out that reader is not only sleeping with his housemate brian on the regular, but that she likes to call him daddy. roger’s teasing is relentless. but maybe it’s just because he’s jealous. guess it’s time to find out.

Deep End || 6.8k. roger. explicit (18+ only). sub!roger. reader agrees to start a friends-with-benefits arrangement with roger, alongside her arrangement with brian.

Problem-Solver || 4.7k. roger and brian. implied sexual content, but nothing explicit. brian and roger start to get jealous of each other.

Call Me || 3.4k. mostly roger, but brian’s there for a solid part. explicit (18+ only). sub!brian, phone sex, overstimulation. roger and reader play a game where he eats her out while she tries to hold a normal phone conversation with brian.

Tell Me || 2.4k. brian. explicit (18+ only). sexting and phone sex (again). dom!brian subtones. sexting with brian doesn’t always start out as a planned thing, but somehow that makes it even better.

Triad || 13.2k. roger and brian. explicit (18+ only). threesome. no slash. daddy kink. it’s finally time for that threesome.

Man on Fire || 7.5k. roger. explicit (18+ only). pegging. the ‘roger gets pegged’ fic.

Socks with the Rainbow Guitars || 2.1k. brian. explicit (18+ only). brian and reader are getting it on, but roger interrupts them on his quest for a particular pair of socks.

Macca-back || 1.9k. roger and brian. some explicit content (18+ only). fluff. reader has a mild panic attack in the middle of a threesome, and has to safeword.

The Night Comes Down || 9.7k. roger and brian, but also neither. angst. some minor explicit content. it’s the end. it wasn’t supposed to hurt. this whole arrangement was made so no one got hurt. so why the fuck does it hurt so much?

[killerqueenunderpressure]

Queen Bloggers Appreciation Post

ok so I'm for sure gonna miss a bunch of people but please know I love all your content on here and you guys really make my life better.

I guess I'm gonna set this up partially w appreciation and partially with reasons why y’all should follow these blogs

@freddiesaysalright - ok you one of my actual best friends and I adore you more than you could ever know. please do yourself a favour and read her writing ! I promise you you won't regret it

@queen-trash-can - one of my faveesss. part of our gay trinity 👀 bringing us the content and super funny. if you one of her friends you should be honoured

@deacydeac - third part of the gay trinity !! Ily !! also be bringing us content when she online and just a total sweetheart

@almightygwil - omg an INCREDIBLE writer and literally so nice ! has my whole heart

@illfoandillfie - if y’all want content please follow her. literally has some of the best stuff on here and also does tarot readings for free !! what more could you want ?

@ithinkilovequeentoomuch - new friend but also sort of old friend lollll. a total cutie, would recommend a friendship

@queenmylovely - one of the blogs I check regularly to see whats up. if you looking for the good stuff, its here

@theborhapboysawakenedmywhatever - another blog that is just here with the content. v active and only giving quality, I mean when will your faves ever 😩

@brianprobablywill - amazingggg writer. liar was all I ever wanted and you delivered !! please do yourself a favour and follow

@brian-roger-deaky-and-fred - kind beautiful soul and also a great writer?? idk how she does it but she does

so basicallyyyyy this fandom is full of talent and kindness and even though I didn't mention everyone y’all do not have to look too far to find amazing people

💕 love y'all !

[rogermeddowsx]

fic recs

here’s a list of all the fics / one shots / blurbs/ whatever basically that i totally recommend you read :) 

this will be updated when i read new fics and stuff so i’m sorry if i haven’t added you but i will end up doing it :) Xxx

Roger

My Man - @freddiesaysalright

I need you - @rogermeddow

For the Sake of Content - @asphalt-cocktail

Play The Game - @blushmis

Some Day, One Day - @taronisbaby

Curtains - @illfoandillfie

My Girl : Adventures of Lux Taylor - @blushmis

Play The Game - @blushmis

The Siren - @blushmis

You’re My Best Friend - @blushmis

Quiet In The Library - @illfoandillfie

Kensington - @redspecialty​

Diamonds + Pearls  - @redspecialty​

Just Making Sure  - @redspecialty​

Friends Will Be  - @redspecialty​

Buttercup  - @redspecialty​

Opposites Attract  - @laedymoon

Truth Or Dare  - @laedymoon​

You Say it’s Your Birthday - @laedymoon​

Spare Room  - @laedymoon​

10 Easy Rules - @stormtrprinstilettos

Fun’s For Free - @stormtrprinstilettos​

Here’s a Single Dad Roger thing - @stormtrprinstilettos​  

“The 1983 Roger thing” - @stormtrprinstilettos​  

Trying Things Out For Size - @killergwil

Ben 

Teacher’s Pet @funkytalia

Target II - @not-the-cleavers

Good Girl - @sweet-ladyy

Baby you were my picket fence - @inthedayswhenlandswerefew

Until Death Do Us Part - @39taylor

Three Hearts - @almightygwil

I’ll be your man - @queen-irl-af

“Do you have cocoa?” - @sonic-volcano

Nice To Meet Ya - @acdeaky

It’s You - @hardzzellos

Code Blue  - @redspecialty​

Pale Blue Underwear - @laedymoon

You Take My Breath Away - @areyoujokingx

Third Time’s A Charm - @jetsandbennie

Why Can’t We Have Both, And Then We Had Both, As Both Becomes All - @jetsandbennie 

Royal Protection - @benhardyisdaddy

The Last 3 Musketeer’s Bar - @spacedustmazzello

Unspoken Rules - @supersonicfreddie (Probably my fave ever fic) 

Gwil 

A Simple Favor - @redspecialty

Soft In Love - @freddiesaysalright

Ending In Y - @redspecialty​

Harry 

Trials and Tribulations - @majorharry

Brian 

Matters of the Heart - @sweet-ladyy

John 

Matters of the Heart - @sweet-ladyy 

You’re My Best Friend - @blushmis

Joe 

A Family Can Be... - @jetsandbennie

@supersonicfreddie - EVERYTHING ON THEIR BLOG, I LITERALLY LOVE IT

@ohtheseboysilove - writes amazing one shots about Roger and Ben :) 

@m0etenchandon - i love alllllll of these ;)) 

@megalony - i don’t think i’ve read anything but the blurbs look sooooo good and i’ll definitely binge read them soon :p

@wewillwriteyou - i feel so bad because i definitely read something but i can’t remember which one, so i’ll be binge reading these :)) 

@brianprobablywill - i reaaaalllly want to read the liar series :) 

@cherries-n-rocknroll - basically all her roger fics x 

@90sbrianmay - i love literally everything 

[queenlover05]

Hey Everyone!

I’m sorry I haven’t been on tumblr for a while (my laptop hasn’t been working), and I’m gonna tell you now - I’ve missed it. I feel a great sense of community in the Queen/Borhap fandom, and it always makes me happy when I see that someone has added a new post to it. 

I probably won’t be on as often as I used to be, but that doesn’t mean I don’t see what you guys are up to! I love being tagged in all writing for the Borhap/ Queen fandom - blurbs, headcannons, fics, etc. So please, even if I’m not on your list, please start tagging me in any writing you do! 

I get notifications about it in my emails, so I still read them all the time - it makes my day when I see part 4 of my favourite Joe fic has been released, or if I see a blurb about Brian teaching guitar! 

I hope everyone is doing well and staying safe. If you’re not, talk to someone - there are plenty of people out there who care for you. Just pick up the phone, send a text or even write a letter if you feel like it. But most importantly, we need to remain positive.  

queenlover05 xx

@warriorteam1924 @redspecialty @inthedayswhenlandswerefew @assembledherethevolunteers @asphalt-cocktail @just-my-sickly-pride @freddiesaysalright @a-night-at-the-0pera @joemazzmatazz @hardforbenhardy @moustachefreddie @fuckyeahjonesy @queenmercurys @queenmylovely @isitstraightvodka @ogrebattles @drivenbybri @hermajestyborhap @hermajesty39 @benhardyisdaddy @benhardyisdaddyy @drowse-39 @debdarkpetal @ohtheseboysilove @ynmazzello @stormtrprinstilettos @orwocolor @fallingprincess @likesomekindofcheese @anotheronebitesthedeaks @anotheronebitestheskye @sevenseasofskye @almightygwil @yeeterparkersblog @blushmis @bisexual-booknerd @bismillahnoo @thosequeenboys @amethyst-serenade @mephisto92 @39taylor @39-brian @sherlollydramoine @deaky-trash @justgwilym @illfoandillfie @queensdivas @prime-jive-39 @jhoemazzellhoe @seven-seas-of-taylor @mazzello-nl @patmvrray @debdarkpetal @bennyblueberry @mrbenhardys @hermajestyborhap @slutforbritdick @spacedustmazzello @tenderbri @sohoneyspreadyourwings @justasupersonicwoman @livingforrt @rogahhhhtaylah @rogah-wrote-gaga @jazzman-19 @brownhardyho @laedymoon @queenmercurys @sweet-ladyy @theborhapboysawakenedmywhatever @supersonicfreddie @cherries-n-rocknroll @wewillwriteyou @m0etenchandon @brianprobablywill @rogertaylormademedoit @devil-in-those-eyes @ogrogerbattle

[rogerscupboard]

Nights End With Your Breath (Joe Mazzello x Reader)

Synopsis: It’s Valentine’s Day, and Joe is late. Luckily, he’s got a surprise or two in store for you. 1.8k words, fluff with a touch of innuendo.

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, EVERYONE! i’m so excited to share this fic with all of you!!! this was written as part of @dtfrogertaylor​‘s valentine’s day fic challenge, and it was written specially for.... *drum roll* @brianprobablywill​!!! it was so so lovely to be assigned to a mutual that i already care so much about!! i hope you enjoy this sweet, fluffy piece (with a touch of innuendo) written just for you <3 tip: listen to cold/mess by prateek kuhad while reading!

FIC BEGINS BELOW THE CUT!

Taglist:  @measureformeasure​ @onceitbubbles​ @devin-marie​ @wanderlustandsmut​ @rogers-sweatbands​ @sweetxannie​ @discodeakky​ @deacytits​ @rogers-wristbands​ @depressedpolishgirl​ @princessleiaqueen​ @one-thousandlies​ @extravagantplant​ @anotheronebitesthedeaks​ @deacydeacy​ @johndeacy​ @scarecrowmax​ @yousaycoke-isaycaine​ @a-night-at-the-0pera​ @herewegoagainniall​ @zodiacal-dust-and-curls​ @seven-seas-of-hi​ @uwustar-kid​ @its-a-kind-of-magic-20​ @stumblingnotes​ @comehereroger​ @easydeaky​ @rogerscarfreddiescat​ @somegroupie​ @imthehero-of-this-story​ @queensavedmylife​ @joemazzelo​ @lelitzlora​ @incorrcctqueen​​ @90sbrianmay​ @redspecialty​ @goodoldfashionedloverboyy​ @dummythiccisheretowrite​ @pinkdreamcollectorsworld​ @beatlemaniacinthetardis​ @angryhystericallizard​ @misskvegas​ @imaginesandideas​ @amy-brooklyn99​ @sweet-ladyy​ @fairestkillerqueenofall​ @drowseoftaylor​  @gogogolilqueenie​ @supersonicfreddie​ @killer-queen-xo​ @fruityfreddie​ @just-my-sickly-pride​ @brianprobablywill​

You hummed to yourself as you lay back on the couch, stirring your coffee absently. You had gotten home from work a little over an hour ago, but with Joe not yet home, your evening had been pretty lowkey, despite the fact that it was Valentine’s Day. The two of you had been dating for a little over a year, and although this wasn’t the first time you’d be spending the holiday together, it was your first time sharing it as a serious couple. That is, it was supposed to be. The text he had sent you just before you had arrived at your shared apartment stated otherwise.

Hey babe, gonna be a little late tonight. Thinking of you! XO

You let out a small sigh as the message ran through your head once again. True, you didn’t want to make a huge deal out of the holiday, but you had hoped for, at the very least, some quality time with him… even if that meant just cuddling on the couch before being whisked away to the bedroom. Usually, you arrived home from work at the same time, but the clock was nearing seven, and he still wasn’t back. 

Suddenly, as if on cue, you were jolted from your thoughts by a dull, thudding knock on the apartment door, making you jump. He carried a key, so why wasn’t he unlocking the door himself? You set your mug down on the coffee table and walked to the door curiously, hoping that it was Joe, and not some stranger knocking at your door after dark.

When you swung the door open, however, your mouth dropped wide for another reason.

Joe was standing there, grinning sheepishly, holding not only the biggest bouquet of flowers you’d ever seen, but also a stack of boxes bearing the name of your favorite sushi restaurant.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, looking at you with a playful glint in his eye that made your heart skip a beat. “But I do come bearing gifts.”

You laughed a little in disbelief, realizing now why he hadn’t been able to use the key.

“I thought you forgot what day it was!” you giggled, moving out of the way so he had a clear path for entry. “Get inside, babe, it’s cold out there.”

“Sometimes I prefer to be mysterious,” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows, making you roll your eyes and gesture once again for him to come inside. He listened to you this time, but paused in front of you as he entered, leaning in and giving you an affectionate peck on the forehead. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.”

//

Twenty minutes later, a picnic had magically appeared in your living room.

The checkered blanket had been spread haphazardly across the hardwood during a fit of giggles, culminating in Joe throwing you over his shoulder, cheering at his victory as you laughed wildly, playfully drumming your fists against his back.

Once the two of you caught your breath from laughing and he agreed to put you down, you had put the bouquet of yellow flowers in a vase, setting them as the centerpiece of your indoor picnic. Joe grabbed a bottle of wine from the kitchen and the boxes of sushi, and before long, the two of you were reclining on the blanket with your sushi, chopsticks, and drinks.

“Jesus, this Alaska roll is good,” you said in disbelief between chews, and Joe looked expectantly at you, opening his mouth wide as if on cue. You rolled your eyes with a smile, but obliged, grabbing a piece with your chopsticks and feeding it to him, laughing when he tried to chew the whole thing at once “No soy sauce?!” he replied dramatically, mouth full of sushi, and you scoffed playfully at him as he leaned back in mock defeat, rice sticking to his bottom lip.

“You got something there,” you said teasingly, pointing at your own lip for reference, and he arched an eyebrow at you, propping himself back up on his elbow. “Should I get it, or do you want to do it for me?” he asked, wiggling his brows and pursing his lips.

“I guess I have to do everything around here,” you played along, but happily rolled over so your face was inches from his, running your thumb across his bottom lip to take care of the stray rice. The moment your skin made contact with his, your gaze met, his eyes flickering down to your lips, and you couldn’t resist. You let your hand slide to his cheek, running your fingers across his scruff, savoring the half-second of anticipation before letting your lips collide. Your thumb stroked across his cheekbone as he melted into the kiss, the sushi sitting forgotten, if for just a moment.

When the kiss finally broke, he fell back, sighing contentedly, making you giggle.

“That good, huh?” you asked, leaning back on your elbows to reach for another piece of sushi.

“Only one thing could’ve made it better,” he said, looking back up at you earnestly, and you looked at him with interest. “I’m all ears.”

He leaned back, groaning in mock agony.

“Some fucking soy sauce!”

//

“Joe, stop splashing me!” you laughed, waving the dish towel at him, trying to ignore the devious smirk on his face as he shook the water from his hands in your direction, soft music playing from the speaker sitting on the kitchen table. The sushi had been finished, as well as a good portion of the bottle of wine, leaving the two of you with cleanup duty.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m just washing dishes,” he said innocently, turning away, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he picked up another dish, adjusting his rolled-up sleeves.

“Yeah, sure, that’s what they all say,” you teased, rolling your eyes at him as you dried another glass, stifling a giggle at his dramatic scoff.

Before you could say anything else, however, a certain love song started playing through the speaker sitting on the kitchen table, making you gasp a little as you put the glass down on the drying rack.

When I feel cold, I’ll keep you close...

You turned around to find Joe with a goofy grin on his face, stepping back and entering into a sweeping bow, extending his arm out to you. “May I have this dance?”

You laughed, reaching out and placing your hand on top of his. “You may.”

And if I could hold you, and take you home…

He seemed to be glowing as you intertwined your fingers, the space between your bodies shrinking as the world around you melted away. The music surrounded you, his free hand landing on your waist as you looked up at him, meeting his gaze, so tender you could hardly breathe. After all this time, he still gave you butterflies.

I wish I could leave you my love, but my heart is a mess.

He guided you around the kitchen, holding you steady and safe, the look in his eyes enough to keep you floating on air. The soft backdrop of the song kept you in time, Joe’s hand lifting just enough to spin you, twirling on the tips of your toes, before letting yourself fall back into his arms.

My days, they begin with your name, and nights end with your breath.

The moment hung in the air, as if suspended in time, the two of you only half conscious of the smiles that appeared without warning on your faces. It didn’t matter if the dancing wasn’t perfect, if a step was out of time, if a movement left one of you giggling, overwhelmed with affection. Your bodies and steps fit together as if it were meant to be, the kitchen just as good as a ballroom— better than a ballroom. 

And if I could hold you, and take you home…

The song had seemed to last both a moment and for a lifetime, but as the final notes faded out, you found your body pressed up against him, lips centimeters apart, the lyrics hanging in the air.

It was barely a few seconds before his lips were on yours.

His left hand, still positioned on your waist, slid around you, pulling you up against him, while his other hand found its way to the back of your neck, holding you, embracing you, as the kiss deepened just enough to send shivers down your spine.

Breathlessly, the two of you pulled apart, foreheads resting against each other, eyes still closed, unable to open them, unable to think.

You stayed like that for a moment, just holding each other, before your eyes fluttered open at nearly the same time. Your heart grew warm in your chest as your gaze met once more, the tenderness in his expression almost enough to bring you to tears.

“You made this night perfect, Joey,” you said softly, laughing a little, rocking back and forth on your heels, savoring the way he was still holding you. “Especially considering I almost thought you forgot.”

He grinned shyly. “I’d actually been thinking about it for a while… I know we were together last year, but… we’ve come a long way since then.” You nodded, reaching up to stroke his cheek once again.

“I wanted to make it special… special for you,” he continued, squeezing you a little tighter. “Nothing fancy… but something just for us.”

“You were incredible,” you said, looking up at him through your lashes, heart feeling as if it could burst. “I couldn’t have imagined anything better.”

He paused for a moment, looking away for a second, biting his lip.

“Well… the night isn’t exactly over,” he replied, his tone dropping a little, implying a lot, a familiar glint in his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him, enjoying the way his grip on you tightened just enough to communicate his thoughts.

“Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?” you asked, feigning innocence, blinking up at him with doe eyes.

“Care to follow me and find out?” he quipped back, loosening his grip on you just enough to take your hand once more. You pretended to consider it deeply, making yourself appear lost in thought, leaving him grinning at you, waiting patiently for your dramatics to come to a close. After a few moments, you nodded at him definitively. “I think I’m down for that.”

He pumped his fist in victory, making you laugh as he took your hand, leading you down the hall towards the bedroom you shared, twirling you once again as he closed the door behind you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N,” he said, letting his hands slide around your waist once more, his smirk making your heart race in anticipation. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Joe,” you responded with a grin, only to be met with a kiss as your bodies fell to the bed.

The night was only just beginning.

//

A/N: and that’s the end! just a quick fluffy piece written just for Felicity <3 but i hope y’all enjoyed it!!! if you want to be added to my taglist just let me know, and you can find my complete masterlist here!

[brianprobablywill]

Just Like This (Joe Mazzello x Reader)

summary: joe helps you out when you need his help for extra credit, but you have no idea how your night will end.

joe x reader, 1.8k words, fluff

warnings: none

author’s note: this is for @royally-rogers​‘ s follower challenge!! jacqueline is lovely, you should definitely check her out and give her a follow!!! she’s been super kind in offering me an extension to submit my piece, and here it finally is!! thanks, jacqueline, for letting me take part in your challenge, and for being an awesome frined <3 enjoy!

“No, no, Y/N, you have to feel it.”

“Fine.” You cross your arms across your chest for the hundredth time that evening, trying to feel it. “It’s almost midnight, where were you?”

Joe looks like he’s about had it. He throws his script onto the sofa, bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Do you actually care about where I’ve been?”

“Huh?”

“It’s almost midnight.” Joe juts his chin out, looking at you incredulously. “You have to care about where I’ve been, damn it!”

You’re about to snap too, tell him that acting is not your thing, but the sound of a door opening stops you. 

“Whoa, hey.” Ben steps out of his room, glasses perched delicately on his nose. “I’m trying to study.”

“And so are we.” Joe retorts. 

Hardly. You’re only filling in for one play that your college was organising. You really didn’t want to, but participation is a big deal and you’re not going to slack in any area, no sir. This is just something you have to do.

“Keep it down,” your roommate hisses. “These definite integrals are hell.”

Joe scoffs. “Okay, electrical engineering.”

Ben doesn’t leave before flipping Joe the bird, but once the moment to his bedroom door is shut, Joe turns his attention back to you. “Okay.” He turns his eyes to the ceiling, presumably to work out a plan for what to do about your predicament. 

You’re busy picking at the aglet of your converse when Joe exclaims, “Yes!” You watch as he makes his way towards where you were sat on the couch.

Crouching in front of you, he begins, “We’re friends, aren’t we?” His hands come to lay flat on your thighs, sending a wave of electricity through your body.

You nod, letting his eyes make direct contact with yours. 

“Close your eyes for a minute.”

You do.

“And imagine we’re a couple.”

“Oh, no.” Your eyes are open within an instant, looking at Joe, alarmed.

“Hey!” he holds up his hands in defence. “I didn’t think the idea disgusted you that much.” He looks down at his feet, scoffing lightly. 

“No!” you’re quick to respond, twisting your hands together in your lap.

Joe nods, waiting for you to back your answer with some more substance. When you don’t, he asks, “And?”

“Huh?”

“No, what?” He shakes his head. “No, you’re really sweet; no, it’s not like that… no?”

“It’s not like that.” your response is weak. 

Truth is, the idea of dating Joe isn’t disgusting to you at all. Not one bit. It’s almost a little tempting, letting him know how you really feel.

But you’ve been burnt in the past, you’ve been hurt. Your previous attempts at confessing to crushes have gone sideways many times, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to put yourself out on the fire like that. Yet again. 

Joe exhales shakily, using the support of his hands on his thighs to stand up. He holds out a hand to you, prompting you to get up with him. “Is it okay if we pretend to be a couple?”

You nod firmly, not letting a single bit of hesitation seep through. But when Joe takes one step towards you, his hot breath fanning your face now, you wonder if you should have simply said no.

Joe’s lips land on yours in one smooth motion. They’re soft. Joe’s grip on your hand gets just a little more firm. But before you can respond to his kiss, he’s pulled away already, grabbing the script from your other hand and handing you his.

“Let’s switch roles,” he says quickly, turning to sit down on the couch. “You come home at midnight, and I’ll show you how a doting boyfriend would respond.”

“Isn’t acting interpretative? Maybe my interpretation about a loving relationship is different from yours.” There isn’t any real meaning behind your accusation, and you make your way towards the door to ‘come home at midnight’ anyway.

Despite having practiced the scene several times, you still have to look at your-- Joe’s script to find out what you have to do. Joe’s character - Sam - doesn’t really have many lines. It’s just a few grunts and mumbles while your character - Anna - does all the talking. 

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?” 

Whoa. He’s taking his liberties with expanding on the dialogues, you realise. The conviction is strong with his dialogue. It really feels like you’re his girlfriend. Like he’s really worried about you after you’ve come home late. And it makes your stomach do a little flip, because, damn, is this what it would feel like to have Joe as a boyfriend? 

“Just out,” you try your hardest to match your acting skills with Joe’s, but that’s a losing battle. Half the time you’re really only focusing on Joe, watching how he takes the dialogue and makes a scene out of it.

“Out?” Joe stands up, his eyes flitting over his script briefly before looking back up at you, and you can swear you can see a flash of rage in his eyes. “I called your work.” He put his hand on his hip. “They said you left hours ago.”

Joe’s fingers were slender, the tips pressing into the fabric of his shirt. You’d very much like to smoothen out the wrinkles in his shirt.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Dialogue,” he sings, his shoulder sagging. 

Your script falls to the floor as you bring your hands to your forehead. “Oh my god.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Joe is quick to rush to your side, putting a gentle hand on your lower back. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this,” you whisper, looking at Joe through the corner of your eye. 

“Oh,” he mumbles, not sure what to do for just a second. “Um, sit down?” He slowly guides you to the couch, sitting a considerable distance away from you. 

You know what comes next in the script. Sam apologises to Anna after realising how worried she was, and they kiss. They kiss. And if you’re going to be acting it out with Joe, you’re not sure you can handle it.

Even then, you’re trying to keep it under control. He can’t see why you’re so upset about such a simple thing. So when Joe looks at you questioningly, you only shake your head vigorously, reaching for the water bottle you’d placed on the coffee table.

“Look,” Joe begins, his voice gentle, “I get that you’re not an actor. And I get that this is a difficult task for you.” He goes on once you nod. “Are you sure you can’t pull out of the gig?”

“I’m sure,” you state, even though you’re not. You really want this extra credit, and you were going to get it. 

“Okay. Maybe we can try practicing another day. You’re tired. Aren’t you?” Joe hooks two fingers under your chin to get you to look at him. You can see the concern in his eyes, you can see that he cares about you and wants you to be okay. “You should get some sleep.”

“What if I do horribly?” Your question is meek. You almost already know the answer, but you still have to ask.

“You won’t.” Joe’s hand moves from your chin to your shoulder, squeezing once. “You have me, remember?” He smiles, wide and goofy, and for a minute you forget about the impending doom that’s going to come during your dress rehearsal. “I’ll get you whipped up for the role in no time!” He snaps his fingers.

You can’t help but giggle softly. 

“Sleepytime?” He asks, putting his hand on your back to guide you to stand up. 

But you don’t. You nod, and shuffle closer to Joe, putting your head on his shoulder. “Can you, um, can you call Lucy and tell her you’re staying over?”

“What?”

“I want you to stay.” You look up at him through your eyelashes, heart beating fast lest he says no. “Please?”

“Of course. Of course, sweetheart,” Joe whispers. His next words are a shout, “Yo, Ben!”

“A heads-up would’ve been nice,” you snap, rolling your eyes.

Joe grimaces, shouting again. “Benjamin!” 

Ben’s bedroom door opens immediately, with your roommate storming out, one airpod in his hand, the other in his ear. “What?” he hisses.

“Call Lucy and tell her I’m sleeping over.”

Ben cocks his head to the side. “I didn’t ask you to sleep over.” That’s when his eyes fully take in the visual in front of him. “Oh. Oh.” He smirks, “Okay. I’ll tell her you’re sleeping with Y/N tonight.”

Ben looks like he’s about to say something else, but a hot look from both you and Joe shuts him right up. He holds up his hands in defence, muttering, “I’ll let Lucy know,” before heading back into his room.

As soon as he’s gone, you turn to look at Joe, still leaning on him. “You’re sleeping with me tonight.” You wiggle your eyebrows and give him your best goofy eyes, and it looks like it works, because Joe’s face breaks into a smile and he shakes his head fondly.

“Can’t wait,” he whispers back with equal goofiness.

No more words are exchanged as Joe holds your hand to lead you to your room, waiting for you to change, and then tucks you into bed. As he slides into bed next to you - now changed into one of Ben’s shirts and a pair of sweatpants - you simply have to peep at him, watching as he lays down slowly, putting his hands on his chest. 

His chest rises and falls slowly, and you can see, even in the dark, he blinks. 

The logical part of your brain has no time to stop your heart before you’re reaching up to run a hand through his hair. 

Joe lets out a sharp breath, turning his body towards you and offering better access to his hair. “You’re not asleep?”

You say nothing. Joe can feel the tips of your fingers on his scalp, and it sends a wave of relaxation through him. Hesitantly, he asks, “Do you want to get closer?”

You wordlessly shuffle closer to him, your free hand reaching around his body. You can still play with his hair. And now, Joe can play with yours. You can tell why he likes it - it is very relaxing.

“I like sleeping with you,” you whisper, “just like this.”

Joe giggles softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Me too. Just like this.”

You’re not sure which one of you falls asleep first. Just that it’s a very relaxing night for you. And that when you wake up, Joe is there to give you another kiss, this time on the lips. And that you kiss him back, mocking, “Just like this?”

“Yeah, like this too.” Joe sasses, still wrapped up in the high of kissing you.

You’re sure you don’t mind. You could spend night after night wrapped up in Joe’s arms, waking up to sleepy kisses. 

Just like this.

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